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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 23, 2011 4:22:25 GMT -5
When a shadow filled the frame of the Senate entrance it grabbed Alessa's attention. A woman with magnificent red hair nodded subtle acknowledgment that she was approved for her audience, the Suisse girl standing and hastily exiting the room.
The red head was fast on her feet; granted Alessa were taller and held a longer stride she found herself near power walking to maintain a reasonable pace. The woman wore a slightly out of character skin tight suit; if she were an assistant as Alessa predicted then it were an unusual clothing choice. As much as the BDU modus operandi on the tanker seemed strange Alessa simply continued to be surprised. It drew the conclusion that the red head meant something more to the executive running the party.
A brief cue that they had arrived came in a meek tune from the assistant as they stepped inside, fragments of boredom seemingly carried on the words.
Aged elegance and over articulation filled the office architecture, by far the most disconnected room from a typical sea bound vessel; it seemed like a graceful waste of funding from someone who had too much cash at hand. Of course it wasn't her own budget, so Alessa didn't stand to accuse anyone.
Rounding off details, the man sitting behind the desk in the room capped the dark hereditary theme; a glass of blood in one hand. The smoldering cigarette made him out as a socialite, most likely quite charismatic in his dialogue.
Stopping a respectable metre from the desk; Alessa was reluctant to sit, even if she were asked. If the agreement were denied she would want to be as close to leaving the room as possible; no further use only meant she would only be wasting valuable time for someone else. All the small things in these proposals counted significantly to impressions.
"My name is Alessandra Grimm. I represent the Paramilitary organisation known as Parasol," her faint Swiss accent complemented well spoken English, "You will have to excuse me barging in to your fleet like this-" Alessa's voice wavered while treading on thin ice, uncertain whether an immediate apology were necessary, "Following the broadcast for assistance directly to its source seemed like the only approachable way..."
She let the excuse fall short, continuing on why she were here, "I would like to propose the inclusion of my company's forces joining White Division under contract. Parasol is a non-profit organisation, we aren't funded by any government or corporate body, so we ask a steep price. However I guarantee soldiers of renowned experience will join the ranks of the Division," she concluded the proposal.
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 23, 2011 14:30:41 GMT -5
Smirking slightly once his assumption was proven correct, he'd lean back slightly, eyes on Shiro taking in his words while his right hand moved to withdraw a cigar from his left breast pocket. Chewing on the end, without lighting it up, his eyes drop to the card which Shiro placed on the desk and pushed toward him. Left arm snaking out to take the card smoothly from the desks surface, he'd give it a quick glance before tucking it into a pocket.
Chewing lightly on his cigar, his mind started calculating possible targets for a company such as this. Perhaps he'd be collecting information, or who knows, it could even be a recruitment thing. What ever the case, he calmly pocketed the disk tucking it into the same pocket as the business card and stood up, staring down at Shiro. "You know me better then that Jean, I wont need to visit the armory here, thank you though. I came well prepared, and anything else I may need, well... I prefer to collect on sight or en route." Turning his head to glance at the door he'd turn and make for it, but pause just in its entrance, partially blocking Alessa from entering just yet. "I'll set out at once, but remember, the information you claim to have, I want. However once I get it doesnt mean I wont continue to cooperate with you. I still owe you for saving my hide."
Stepping out around Alessa, giving her a blatant look over particularly at her chest, he'd smirk and walk down the hallway withdrawing a silver zippo lighter from his pants pocket. Flicking its lid open and igniting the flame in one smooth well practiced movement, he puffed the cigar to life and stowed the zippo away. Fragrant smoke trailed him as he made his way topside. While he walked he withdrew the disk and gave it a closer inspection, figuring whatever information on it would have to be encripted. At least, thats how he'd do it were he in charge. Stepping out into the exposed weather, wind and rain lashing against him, he'd toss the cigar stub overboard and head toward the helipad where the helicopter that brought him in was still waiting.
Climbing aboard, he'd sit on the bench and pull on his headset while motioning with his right hand for the pilot to start it up. Now, he just had to figure out where exactly he was going, and how to read the disk. He had a small netbook computer in his gear, so he'd just have to wait for the encription code to be sent to him. Oh the joys of being a spook.
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Post by Gethsemani on Feb 23, 2011 17:10:51 GMT -5
Time is a decieving thing in stressful situations. Kaiya could not tell how much time had passed before she eventually saw Mr. Kennedy enter his office and she followed in tow, the two guards apparently prefering to remain outside of the almost ridiculously lavish office of Owen Kennedy. While he poured himself a drink, Kaiya positioned herself in the middle of the room, adopting a stance that could seem relax at casual glance but that would never stand up to any prolonged scrutiny.
"Just water, please." She replied to his question about a drink while trying to find out what her voice sounded like and how to best pitch it to not give away her nervos disposition. "I invited myself once SI found out you were coming out of hiding. SI is going down and I am not loyal enough to the Darovich family to stay on a sinking ship until it hits rock bottom. So I come with a simple proposition." As she spoke, Kaiya slowly felt her confidence rise.
"Before I left SI for good, I copied as much from their mainframe as my clearance level would let me. That's everything from my research to the locations of SI safe huses, security assesments and reconnisance reports on other companies and organisations." As she spoke, Kaiya walked up to the desk with deliberatly careful steps, letting the heels of her shoes resonate fully against the floor. "You'll get everything but my research if you let me team up with you and give me access to one of these research ships. I'll give you the best damn genetical modifications you can think off." Not a smile, not a wink, nothing. Kaiya spoke so dispassionately that she might aswell have been discussing the poor weather outside as she leaned onto the desk towards Owen Kennedy.
"What about it, Mr. Kennedy? I've missed working with you." The lip that crept onto Kaiya's lips was very uncharacteristic and more unsettling than reassuring.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 23, 2011 20:22:45 GMT -5
There had been several taps made up against the redwood desk by rather well kept fingernails. It was a sign of both impatience and boredom. He yawned. Unlike his ‘assistant’, he had no need to erect a false image of professionalism. Setting the thin wine glass down upon the overtly expensive desk, the Dark Wolf turned towards one of computerized screens on display. It was an image of the ROME being surveyed by an Unmanned Ariel Vehicle. The picture could easily be pointed out as being odd. This is for the BYZANTIUM had been cast into the distant background alongside the rest of the Umbrella fleet. ROME stood alone, despite being THE command and control vessel. Most alarming of all had been one of the RIG research vessels that seemed to be on a collision course with the seafaring giant.
Xavier wiped his lips, the taste of wine still on the tip of his tongue. It had been a fine way to end this wonderful night. Well, nearly- all that remained was the grand finale itself.
“Koneko san, you’ve presented far more than what I’ve asked. Well done.”
A silver corporate insignia-stamped lighter was produced. It seemed to have magically appeared out of thin air. He had played around with it for a moment, lost in thought. By now, a strange silence had descended upon the vessel. The White Umbrella personnel seemed to have lessened, if not outright disappeared. An eerie silence replaced what had been a nearly festive atmosphere.
“It’s time to wrap up the last order of business today, sister. I’m a busy man with a flight to catch.”
Keane had brought in what at first glance could only been described as a little girl. Well, a somewhat tall little girl. But first appearances are things that are deceptive, and the Dark Wolf had long ago learned the value of observation with extreme vigilance. Despite the fact that this woman had a stylishly well designed haircut, Xavier immediately saw that it covered half her face and that just below the surface, there had been scars. There were also digits missing from her right hand. Most important, her mannerisms told him a story. The Dark Wolf had well suspected offers for dogs of war, well before she even uttered a word.
“However I guarantee soldiers of renowned experience will join the ranks of the Division.”
He crossed one leg over the other and gave the woman an aloof confused look. A wild smirk then creased onto his boyish features.
“Quite foolish for you to come here, I can easily take what you offer, if not your men, then your resources. But I commend bravery, and I reward it, quite well actually. Tell you what. Walk with me. I’ll consider your proposal and I’ll even escort you to your helicopter. I caution making a little haste though, and to also… leave certain things to their fate. Anything otherwise, and I cannot guarantee your safety.”
They were interrupted by the office’s heavy doors being blown off its hinges. A fireteam of White Division commandos had entered the room brandishing their assault rifles, stacked behind a bullet proof shield. The leader of the small group saluted before speaking.
“Zeta decoys are in place. 90% of UWD personnel are off ship. As ordered, you and your ‘assistant’ are the last to be extracted. The SENATE is locked with all other corporate personnel. They will be contained while we leave.”
“Most excellent!” Xavier responded with a widening grin. He made for his jacket.
“Sir.” The masked man responded with a grunt.
“Well, you’ve all heard Mr. Dodson. This way ladies. Staff Sergeant, please show us to the exit.”
Whistling Moonlight Sonata, the Dark Wolf began his trek toward the rain slicked surface.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 23, 2011 21:21:50 GMT -5
Alessa's expression could only be described as wide eyed, scared stiff like a startled cat, mouth taut in a grimace as her hand went to an empty holster. Then she squeezed her eye shut expecting to be perforated in a bullet storm, waiting, only to hear the sound of a man rounding off completed duties. She eased up, facing the squad and their uncouth means of entrance. The man behind the desk appeared ecstatic by what the squad leader had said, ushering Alessa and the red head out of the office.
Following the squad through deserted corridors; it appeared something significant were about to occur aboard Rome. The Suisse girl silently commended her impeccable timing of arrival, "What is happening?" she asked; first looking ahead at the squad, before looking to the red head, and finally offering the question to the executive.
An evacuation? When she had arrived everything appeared in order, so what had changed? At the foremost it seemed as if it were planned. Returning to the rain storm, running lights of the rest of the fleet were visible towards the horizon, the downpour almost masking them completely, "Oh..." Alessa had been taken aback by their distance, suddenly feeling a sense of isolation.
One set of lights were much closer than the rest of the fleet, on closer inspection it could be seen as one of the smaller boats cruising towards Rome, "I'm guessing this is a planned collision," the Suisse girl had probably stated the obvious; she spoke out just in case someone had missed the rig floating in their direction.
All remaining choppers were active and ready for take off; Jogging towards her own helicopter, Alessa held a hand over her head to mask the rain, as if it would help; her gold fringe matted to her face. She speculated what were about to happen to the tanker after ascension.
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 23, 2011 22:34:37 GMT -5
The sudden enthusiasm she could note in his voice surprised her slightly, just as she was about to look at her watch the sudden jolt almost caused the poor girl to become quite close friends with the cold metal floor beneath her. Luckily her balance was better than that and it only took a few steps forward before she corrected herself. Finally able to get a glace at the time, she turned from the door in time to get out of the way of their 'escort'. She have instructions via hand signals for the unit to surround them as they made their way top side to the helicopters.
Being greeted with the cool water droplets and the violent winds she took a moment to check the conditions of the deck before turning, quite surprised as the one named Alessandra made her way off to her own helicopter. In an instant her expression went from calm and collected to overall ****ed the f**k off. She discretely pulled out her butterfly dagger, flicking the handles around a bit before she'd jam the blade clean through the closest soldier's neck and out again. A deep sigh given as she knelt down to his corpse and wipe off her hand the blade of her beloved weapon on his newly stained clothes. "...who the hell just lets someone clearly not authorized run off" she said in almost a growl. Standing up abruptly she'd just smile at the remaining soldiers. "Captain, take your unit and help out Echo unit in the release of the B.O.W's"
A slight glance was given to Shiro, she was half expecting a bullet to the head or something, but in only receiving a slight glance and silence she'd pull out her phone. "Team leaders, count off after this and make sure your position is known. We don't want to loose anyone on accident now" A slight glare given to the unnamed solider at her feet. Propping her right foot above the body as if for comfort she'd continue on with her little 'conference call'.
" Alpha and Sierra should already be in the air. I don't want anyone getting off this boat without clearance. Bravo, how are the wires going?"
"All secure""What are they tied to?""We have them rigged to the anchor, which is ready to drop on your command" She paused for a moment, a odd squee like noise was given,"The anchor? Dude, I love you. Alright, release the binding on Ms. Grimm's chopper then drop the anchor. Lets hope no helicopter accidentally collides with hers" She'd giggle a bit before shifting her weight and continuing."Alright give me a status report on our infected passengers"
"Yes Ma'am, We have just released the left over Tyrant T-103, they should hit the middle sector of the ship in 5. We just got the signal from the recently dispatched Charlie unit, they're currently freeing the Nemesis-T02. As for the rig heading for us, Licker's were freed about an hour ago so we should be able to see them clearly now. Also, as a gift for you and Lord Shiro we freed the Web Spinners. Thats all" She batted her eyelashes a bit and giggled to herself before looking to her master.
"The remaining teams all have an escape route via choppers hidden under our feet. The controls for opening up the pad are password protected of course, and change every 10 minutes. Though, with that jolt I'm sure our guests around going to be wandering around now. So to decrease the risk of anything unexpected happening I urge us to leave now. Our helicopter is the only one unguarded. Course we do still have a team on deck with orders to shoot anyone they don't recognize. Non-lethal of course. We just don't want them to be able to operate anything." She paused a bit, her eyes falling to the ground before she stepped up closer to his side and basically whispered."What do you want me to do about Ms.Grimm?"
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 24, 2011 0:33:11 GMT -5
A decade of faithful service was ended in the single thrust of a blade. It was a strange thing. She couldn’t have imagined it in a thousand years. The iron deck of the ROME was rising to meet her. It came up so suddenly and so quickly that she barely had time to react. Not even all her strength, all her will, could have given it even momentary pause. And the world… oh the world… it was spinning like a ballerina. It was so majestic… so beautiful. The blacks mixed with silvers mixed with blues, mixed with purples… it were as if the world was ending. Bailey, codename: the Amber Snake would have been content to die such a way, if not for the fact she had been killed by one of her own.
”Cease fire! Cease fire! We have a casualty! MEDIC!”
They had a beat on her the moment she had withdrew her blade. Already Xavier’s assistant continued as nothing happened. With assault rifles aimed, the masked Umbrella Commandos were an inch away from blasting the woman to hell.
Staff Sergeant Dodson had served with Abney before Xavier returned. Never had he imagine that the true Dark Wolf’s own assistant to be such a despicable creature. With one arm gripped around his standard issue Five-Seven and aimed, the man whom some known as 'Ares' began to check upon his dying comrade. Others had come to the scene. But by then, it had been far too late.
The God of War came to knees and removed his mask. What had been red from infrared was now crimson from tears and anger. His teeth were clenched. He could feel his very blood boil from the sheer hatred felt in his heart. Yet it was “why” that could only manage. The Agent of Umbrella had to know, he had to understand.
There was no response from the insane woman. Xavier got one knee to remove the mask from his now-deceased compatriot. He scanned her soft features once, before closing her eyes with the swipe of his fingers. If Xavier was emotionally bothered, he did not show it. His boyish features were neutral. He then stared to his so-called younger sister.
“Have her shot.” It was Dodson.
The Master of the White Division made no such move.
“Have her shot!” Dodson demanded; his soldier’s voice on the verge of a scream.
It was met with silence. Xavier slides the dead woman’s assault rifle off its tactical sling, and began to take her ammunition in the process. His Staff Sergeant watched, shaking in now in frustration and anguish. Yet the Dark Wolf couldn’t find the words to address him. There was nothing he could say to disarm the situation. When the Dark Wolf finished scavenging, he took the woman’s tactical webbing as well.
“Another comrade has fallen in battle. We will honor her just the same.” Xavier finally mustered.
”THIS ISN’T BATTLE. THIS IS MURDER.”
“Consider our aims, and what our task in this world is. Shoulder your arms, the mission continues.”
Dodson couldn’t believe the commander. There was nothing left to be said. Xavier turned to his ‘sibling’.
“I am disappointed. Keane, remember that force should be kept for the enemy. Not our own. I will remove a finger the next time you do that without my permission.”
The Dark Wolf then turned his back on them. Having had equipped tactical webbing to carry ammunition, White Umbrella’s Executive begins to make his way towards Alessa. His coat fluttered against the rain and the wind. Despite all that was going on. It was Shiro that was the reaper. It was his presence that attracted the monsters with faces of men. It was in his presence that men died for unseen reasons. The Dark Wolf loaded a grenade into the under barrel grenade launcher. He took aim at the would-be-leaving woman.
“Miss Grimm!” He thundered.
“It’ll take me only one shot to kill your pilot and you in the process. So listen carefully! I have a proposition for you. The White Division rejects your offer, but presents another in return. It’s called a hostile take over! You work for us now. Do you accept?”
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 24, 2011 1:54:20 GMT -5
Turning to face the wild canine. The 40mm life wrecker could have been invisible amongst his bleached fatigues, give it a second for someone to notice. For Alessa it stood out like broad daylight. Thank God it were raining; it masked the rising sorrow tearing from her eye. She felt the need to pass out, clenching her gut, she wouldn't allow it. It took a moment for the words the man spoke to properly register with the Suisse girl, regaining her composure.
Chin raised nobly, "I accept."
Those words came close to sapping what will remained in her, hands trembling in unstable psyche, "You catch me at my weakest," an uncomfortable smile crept across her face, "The moment doesn't required hostilities. Assets and command will be handed over..." her voice wavered as she averted her gaze to the rain slick parade, unable to bare the sight of the grenade launched any longer. A wave of guilt crashed into her.
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Post by soldier on Feb 25, 2011 11:35:15 GMT -5
(sorry I haven't been on for awhile, Trying to find a Technical college)
Hypatia looked at his watch to catch the time. It had read 02:15:46 am. How long was he going to wait? was He even planing on waiting? This isn't much but least the blood on the decks of ROME makes it more like home.
His radio buzzed. "Lieutenant Austin to Hypatia."
Hypatia picked his radio up. "Yes, soldier." "Any word on the mission?" "Still finding out. The meeting is over, though. How much do you know about White Umbrella?" There was a long pause. "I need you to give me some information on one of..." "The Legend of the Baron of death?"
A few heads turned toward him and looked away. It was like the same way they had turn when that BSA jerk off try to insult him and make a hasty threat. "figures. another guy who sees himself important then most. Americans these days..."
There was a short chuckle "I don't know if you know this but, he was part of UBCS just like you. But he was also with USS"
"So thats why he acts like a dick"
"No, He's like that because that's in his nature. He had lot of combat training in the US, grew up in Texas and the real name is Owen Kennedy. He's the Commander of UWD. Listen Captain, I read you're back round as well, even the part about you childhood...Owen is not the kind of guy to pick a fight with Neo Umbrella Soldier or not. He will do so."
Hypatia fell to silence. "If he wanted me dead, he would of done it. He is no Legend" He turned his radio off and looked around. others looked at him. They knew he was asking for it but they were also wrong. He was hoping for it. "Yes. I did say it. Any problems?" He walked out of the meeting room already pulling out a smoke from his vest.
He knew Only one thing. Legends were just Tails made up by one person and passed on by others., but they weren't even real was well. A soldier was a person who knew the deal in war and operations from passed training. Those who survive three wars were actually made into A soldier and the rest is weeded out by death. anyone trying to play legends and heroes were actually killed. It didn't mean he hated the Baron, but it was his cocky rich boy tone that made him into nothing and the power that it gave him for being called a legend. If it hadn't been for his grandfather who taught him well, he would of fallen to that category.
He stood just inside to lite his smoke and stepped outside into the storm were the blood was watered down and the rain hit his face.
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Post by The Baron on Feb 25, 2011 17:10:14 GMT -5
He fetched a bottle of spring water from the mini refrigerator underneath the bar and sat it on his desk next to Ms. Umeki then took a seat again, sipping on the beverage as he listened to her. Studying her face, her eyes, for any sign of deception. The closer she crept, the more his right hand moved on his chest, flicking back his jacket to reveal the Springfield pistol situation in its holster.
"Seems like you're asking for a lot while not giving much in return. I don't care for genetics, SI safe houses, or anything regarding Darovich's failed company. We're more interested in the few organizations that seem to be surviving through this little ordeal presently. So what do you have to offer again?"
A momentary pause ensued as his glance turned from her to the computer monitor on his desk. Security cameras and alarms were going off, indicating something was very, very wrong.
"How can I trust that, should I grant you access to a research vessel, that you won't just take what you need and disappear?"
Kennedy stood up and straightened out the long coat, finished off the whiskey and coke, then headed to a stainless steel wall locker near the exit. He entered a code and the door opened and disappeared into the wall. Inside was a black UCU (Umbrella Combat Uniform) with full battle rattle and his stock of weapons.
The Baron quickly began throwing all the clothing and gear into a black rucksack, not caring to ensure everything was organized, then drew the weapons out and slung them over his shoulders. The last item he grabbed was the Bowie knife that had been given to him by Lord Xavier long, long ago. He fastened it to his belt and turned back to Miss Umeki, tossing the rucksack at her.
"Come now. There's a bit of a situation. We're vacating this ship and heading to the Byzantium."
Turning back towards the door to his office, Kennedy unleashed the blade and held it firm in his right hand. As soon as the door was opened he stepped out and brought the combat knife up to the guard posted to the right's throat and slit it open. The one on the left turned as his comrade fell but Kennedy was quick enough to catch him in the chest, shoving three inches through the collarbone which the old USS kevlar vests did not protect.
Summoning most of his strength he would slam the guard's head against the wall with his left hand and slide the blade through flesh and clothing towards his right, creating a gaping gash from mid-chest to left shoulder. He then braced his left hand against the guard's chest and yanked the knife out, wiping excess blood, muscle tissue, and fat on the victim's uniform.
"Come Ms. Umeki, this way."
Hurrying in what could be described as a light jog, The Baron raced down the corridors looking for the nearest stairwell to take them topside and away from the alarming situation. Kennedy didn't like it when he didn't know exactly what the hell was going on. At the moment he didn't know if Xavier was safe but a large part of him didn't give a damn presently.
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Lucrecia Keane
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 26, 2011 15:23:36 GMT -5
Her eyes only narrowed as the words 'disappointed' left the mouth of her master, and the secondary source... The blue hues flicked over to stare angrily at Dodson, their color darking a bit as she scowled. A part of her wanted to drop the man right there and accept fate as it pierced through her body, but alast, master is absolute. Closing her eyes for a moment, she'd take a few deep breaths in an attempt to get a better control over her impulses. Only a minute passing before she brought the radio to her lips once again.
"Its been at least 3 minutes now, I want all units back to the deck and preparing for take off. No one gets left behind but if I sense its a lost cause be ready to fend for yourselves". Instead of the usual playful tone she gave the soldiers, in place was a more serious one and yet just as confident. Trailing after Xavier, her gaze low to the floor "Its beginning to get more and more dangerous for you to stay here. Please board the helicopter" She spoke lowly, almost a whisper that was meant for his ears only.
Looking up to see if her request had fallen on deaf ears, she'd only hope, more like wish silently that her previous action hadn't put her out of favor with her master.
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Post by NathanFrost on Mar 1, 2011 18:13:08 GMT -5
The Blackhawk helicopter started up and took off for its flight back over the ocean giving a breath taking vista of the mobile fleet braving the storm lashing against them. Shutting the cargo hatch and resting his head back against the wall, he took several deep breaths to calm himself. The whole incident seemed sort of... anti-climatic but then again theres no such thing as a free lunch right? He wanted information, and it would be given to him for a price. Removing the data disk from his pocket, he stared at it blankly for a few moments before digging into his ALICE pack to retrieve his netbook computer. Turning the computer on, and after a brief start up, he slid the disk into its panel and pulled up the information inside, frowning slightly at the coded words displayed on the screen. A snort of derision follows and he gave a slight shake of his head. More cloak and dagger s*** he certainly didnt need, but then again clearly expected given the current climate. Scratching at the stubble lining his jawline, he thought it over for a few moments before a small alert display came up on the toolbar. Clicking on the alert he was informed he had an incoming email on his blackberry email account. Going to the site directly, and entering a series of passwords and confirmation phrases he opened the email to see the key to the encrypted data disk. Snorting with amusement, since the encryption code was hidden within a copy of Art of War, he pulled out his small notepad and got to work decoding the job Shiro wanted him to accomplish.
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Post by Gethsemani on Mar 2, 2011 5:57:46 GMT -5
"Soldner Industries entire database, Mr. Kennedy." Kaiya re-iterated her previous statement calmly, failing horribly to pronounce Söldner correctly. She had given up on that a long time ago, about the same time that she had given up on trying to understand the strange swedish pseudo-patriotism that existed in a company run by russians. "That includes a lot of information on the BSAA and TriCell, among many other companies and other organizations. Mr. Darovich has always been paranoid." Pushing away from her leaning, Kaiya took a few steps back to create some distance between them.
"But you have no guarantuee but my word that I won't decieve you." Shrugging to add emphasis Kaiya seemed almost to resign to having failed in her negotiations. "Just like when I looked after your son."
It seemed as if Kaiya was to add something else when Kennedy sprung into motion, gathering his things and telling her to follow him. There was not much she could do but watch in disgust as Owen killed the men that supposedly were working for him. Why would he do that? Did he even need a reason? This was Umbrella through and through and as far as Kaiya knew they hadn't exactly been known to win any ethical businessmanship awards. Snatching her umbrella in the process, Kaiya tried her best to keep up with the jogging Owen. But it was hard, considering how she was dressed and how unsuited her skirt and high heels were to running.
"Might I suggest we stop by my helicopter? There are a few things there that both of us could have some use for." It was hard to tell that Kaiya was indeed nervous, but not impossible. The worst part was not the blood or the fact that she was at the mercy of a sociopath. The worst part was not knowing what the hell was going on.
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Post by soldier on Mar 2, 2011 15:30:58 GMT -5
Hypatia saw Xavier on the deck. Alec Vickrovs men were called upon by Xavier, and Hypatia was responisble for his men as well. He walked up to him and gave him a crisp salute. "My lord. If I may have a word with you." He said to him. He stood at ease like a normal soldier would. "Again, my pardon for challenging you and you're lap dog baron. Its my great Honor to be aboard this ship. My Strike team, Alec Vickrovs finest assembled, is waiting for further orders, My lord. What is it that you want the NUC to do their biddin?" He asked him his russian voice had an evil tone to it.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Mar 5, 2011 20:58:12 GMT -5
/Night of Long Knives/ Tears from heaven continued its downward pour upon the opened oceans. The sea continued its ceaseless ravaging upon the tanker. Time had stood still, if only but for a second. In this single moment, Xavier felt only calmness. He lowered the German assault rifle that he brandished. A second later, the sights for the 40 mike-mike AG36 grenade launcher had been smacked closed. The click of its safety mechanism being engaged can be heard right afterward. Having had secured yet another ‘investor’ the Dark Wolf found himself smiling. He turned about, one hand clutched upon the assault rifle’s carry handle, the other brushing off rainwater from his lush raven-feathered hair. “A show of force is sometimes a necessity.” Xavier turned his head a bit to face the Swiss accented girl. “Perhaps you can call it a hostile takeover. And please, get a grip on your emotions Miss….” “It’s just business.” With that, he stepped away from the frightened girl, and back towards his own soldiers. The Dark Wolf noted that Sergei’s last gift had been completely drenched. There was even a dash of crimson, left over from his ‘little sister’s’ tangent. Xavier maintained his composure. Yet more items to be hand washed and dry cleaned. White Umbrella’s executive had an attention for ascetics and detail. It was, nevertheless, a minor bother. He did not have to be here. A thousand others could have substituted him. Many of his soldiers could have overseen this little operation. But this dying soldier of Umbrella had to set an example. He would lead this night of long knives to the end, and be the last to leave. This was an attention to detail. He approached his dead comrade, the woman once known as the Amber Snake. His footsteps seemed to echo forever upon the cold hard deck. Xavier was well acquainted with death’s cold fingers. It was another thing to be greeted by the death of the Wolf’s own pack. Something he would never get used to. The Staff-Sergeant, a man that the Dark Wolf had known ever since 1991 stared at him with cold intent. There was nothing more left to be said. Xavier turned his face away from him, and stared at corporate logo upon Keane’s back. “So, you’re really going to do this? I thought we were all going to be on the same side.” Dodson was an ex-Marine. The man whom thought himself as a deity of battle still saw things in terms of black and white. “It’s a necessary cruelty.” Xavier replied. “They would have died for you.” Above them an NH90 medium transport helicopter could be seen hauling off with a large computerized machine. It was the mainframe to the Blue Queen system: the real target and the real reason for the Umbrella White Division to have been here all along. “Perhaps, they would have. But now they will be sacrificed for our victory.” The Dark Wolf responded rather emotionlessly. This was no longer a show; the theatrics had ended sometime ago. <*> Everyone wore a mask. In the social environment, it was to cover insecurities and to conform to social norms. In war, it offered an element of intimidation, facelessness, security, but more importantly- deception. Xavier could be seen as having a mask, beneath a mask, over a hidden face. Appropriately, his betrayal of the ‘Neo Umbrella Corporation’ would be similar. His soldiers that stalked the supertanker had been a mask. They were as soulless as the infrared goggles that tried to portray them as such. A dark whisper soon crept through the nearly lifeless ship. What had once been the omnipotent face of White Umbrella soon began to reveal themselves as rotting reanimated corpses of deception. Upon the other branches of Umbrella they began to feed. And they were legion. <*> “Did you leave that bastard Kennedy to die here as well?” Dodson continued. “Not at all, though I’m certain he’s stabbed a few diseased corpses by now.” Xavier responded. “You didn’t brief your would be second in command, sir?” “No need. The Baron might be a monster. Despite his psychotic nature, he’s still a rather smart monster.” The Dark Wolf continued. “So you’ve planned for him to kill some of your would be competitors?” Dodson finally asked. “Why of course, and I’m certain my dear friend Nathaniel should be getting a nice message that entailed the same task. There can only be one flag of Umbrella. And that flag is mine.” Xavier emphasized his role.
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