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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 6, 2011 0:34:36 GMT -5
Crowley's Private Quarters has minimal furnishing. It's large space is empty and has a lonely air about it. It's usually cold and dark, a few books lying around a small table or on the couch. The kitchen is almost completely unused, the pantry, fridge and cabinets are bare. Almost as if no one lives here. Of course, Crowley does and she spends alot of her time here alone or conversing with her mercs.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 6, 2011 0:46:02 GMT -5
The brunette woman had sat at her desk, various papers scattering her grey floors and the metal desk itself. Files given to her by Tricell management, random scribblings with her own handwriting. Most of them were about her past jobs. That'd make two very different copies. Tricell's offical "wanted posters", what she called 'em. Then there were her variation with distinct detail about the target that she'd gathered on her own.
How she killed them, how she was going to kill them, where they were at, what they were doing, things of that nature. To catch her prey she had to think like her prey. Of course, that's what her father always taught her.
At the moment she'd been busy with her current target. A B.S.A.A. agent in the S.T.A.R.S. division. Usually Tricell didn't bother with individual targets but these orders came from someone with a personal stake. Didn't matter much to her, it was a job.
She'd scoped through the file, scanning it as precise as possible. Leaning back in her chair, she'd crossed her leg over the other and bounced it there.
"Jacob Farlund. Where are you, now?" she asked in a low rasp.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 11, 2011 19:49:12 GMT -5
Hammer walks down the hall looking at the name placements on the doors.He stops and stares at one,then raises an arm and knocks forcefully on the door and awaits an answer.As he waits he feels the outside of his coat to make sure he is armed,then straightens his tie...
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 11, 2011 19:59:24 GMT -5
Crowley had been overlooking some of her set maps of Raccoon City. He was last seen there fairly recently. Their mole had known that much and reported it in about a week ago. She'd heard all about this infamous checkpoint somewhere off in Stoneville outskirts, another place he was often seen at when he wasn't out doing his job.
Both places would have to be thoroughly combed through.
Suddenly there was a rapid knock on her door. Lowering the papers the estranged woman had removed her hand from beneath her chin where she was leaning it on. She'd stared at the door for a brief moment, grasping at her handgun and getting onto her feet. Moving with long strides, she'd made it to the door in no time, placing her handgun in the back of her belt, keeping her hand tucked on it, the other reaching for the door knob.
Upon opening the door, she'd seen a man standing there, before her.
"What is it?" she asked, coldly.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 11, 2011 20:07:33 GMT -5
Hammer stood there for a second observing this woman,what he did best...observe.He quickly saw her hand behind her then brought his eyes back up to meet hers.He adjust his tie and grinned.
"Well that is just a fine hello,I'm Dr.Charles Hammer.A researcher here with Tricell,I happen'd to notice your moving in but just got time to greet you.I just came by to say hello and offer my assistance with any of your...assignments if need be.My specialty is B.O.W's however,and if you have time you could come over and have a drink and unload the day or whatever,I also do psychology..."
Charles stood there now with a straight face,giving time for the woman to take in everything that he'd just said.Due to his occupation and employment with men who didn't like big words he's forced himself to talk quickly but clearly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 11, 2011 20:19:30 GMT -5
Crowley took her hand off of the weapon. Just some doctor, not that she'd immediately trsuted him but seeing as how she wasn't too worried about him, she relaxed. Opening the door wider, she'd walked further into her living room.
"Come on in, close the door behind you," she said.
She'd walked over to her desk, grasping her papers and neatly stacking them. Afterwards, she'd pushed them aside.
"I don't need any help with anything at the moment. If I need help, I'll ask for it. I have mercs for all of my needs, anyway," she explained to him, her voice lacking any real emotion.
"You said you work with B.O.Ws, huh? You should be more specific. That could mean anything," she said, seating herself on her chair.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 11, 2011 21:50:27 GMT -5
Hammer walked in after her and looked for a seat in the room.He sat in a chair near her and turned to face her,he sat and listened to what she said.He was interested by the mention of other mercs...'a whole merc team with her,she is interesting indeed'.At the mention of specifics,and he thought of what to say to her.
"I can't really get into detail about my work...my history of B.O.W work is controversial at best...but i'm sure since i cant get information on you you should be able to get information about me.And don't take my interest in you...too personally or in other words don't worry.I'm just getting prepared for if the Boss places us to work together...which i doubt since i'm mostly an indoor person."
Hammer chuckles and grins at the last bit,which wasn't entirely true...
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 12, 2011 8:24:01 GMT -5
Crowley grunted a bit and spun around in her chair, staring at the papers on her desk. Crossing her arms, she'd leaned her head back a bit, staring up at the ceiling.
"I don't really enjoy working with others from Tricell, but if I have to, I have to. I'm under contract," she told the man. As far as his withdrawing any specifics about his work, Crowley didn't want to poke her nose where it didn't belong. Mainly because she could care less.
"I don't need any information on anyone here, I'm just their lapdog. Jump at their bidding just so I can get what I want from them...that's no secret, my employers know what it is I want, but for now, I have to earn it," she responded, her voices sounded so far away somehow, which was a bit uneasy to most.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 13, 2011 21:12:38 GMT -5
Hammer shifted in his chair un-easily as he continue to analyse her person and speech.He looked around the room when she turned around but still listened intently.As she finished talking he looked back to her and stood,
"Well,i'll take my leave now and allow you to your work.And remember i'm just down the hall,if you ever need me."
At that Charles stood and waited for a reply...
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 13, 2011 22:13:01 GMT -5
The brunette glanced at the doctor momentarily before turning back into her chair. Apparently she was just too closed up for his liking. He seemed uncomfortable, uneasy, like something had bothered him. Didn't matter anyway.
"I'll keep that in mind," she told the man, somberly. With that, she'd gestured to him that he was, 'dismissed'.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 14, 2011 21:05:45 GMT -5
Hammer continue out of the door and walked down the hall at her last words.
(The next Day) Hammer walked contently down the hall with a rather stuffed manila folder in-hand.He walked to Crowley's door and knocked,with a smile of course...
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 15, 2011 19:07:20 GMT -5
Opening the door, Crowley had been sleeping in. Rubbing the sleep out of her eye, she'd grimaced when she's seen Hammer's happy face. Opening the door wider, to allow him inside, she'd groaned and wandered toward her kitchen, her coffeepot was set to boil and make coffee every morning around this time. Usually he had cold coffee but today, her coffee was hot. Thanks to Hammer's disturbance.
"What can I...do for you, Doctor," she grumbled on.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 19:24:54 GMT -5
Hammer's smile dropped once she turned away,'Good',he thought,he didn't have patience for pleasantries today.He walked in and shut the door behind him,he sat down at the table and opened the folder and stared at Crowley.
"I apologize for waking you,though a trained soldier such as yourself should be up by now.I...I shouldn't have deceived you yesterday...but it was necessary to gather the info i needed on you...personally anyway.I have managed to dig deeper on you then I thought i had clearance to,but then again Tricell needs me...my experience.You and I are similar,you may not think so but we are...Alice.Umbrella...has bin a major force in both of our lives...perhaps more in yours then mine."
"Now then,lets get to it.I want to create a new B.O.W...one that can be easily controlled without a computer and a damn chip in the head,one that can do it's own work...but still remain loyal to it's higher power.One that can do the work a regular agent or soldier couldn't really do,one that can achieve suicide missions and come back from them...and still remain to seem human.I want you to be that weapon...i apologize for my crudeness but i don't have time to beat around the bush..."
Hammer sat back in the chair now and stared hard at Crowley giving her time to absorb all he'd said,a normal person it would probably take some time maybe hours to think about all that had bin said...but Crowley was not normal,from what Charles had gathered.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 15, 2011 19:48:05 GMT -5
Crowley had been pouring a cup of coffee when Hammer had dropped that bomb on her. He wanted to experiment on her, turn her into a B.O.W. Of course it was what she'd wanted to begin with and as such all that meant was her efforts had paid off. Not wanting to jump the gun, Crowley grasped the other cup of coffee, placing it infront of Hammer on the coffee table. She'd preferred to stand across from him, holding her steaming cup.
"I see. So what's the catch? There's always a catch. I'd hate to wake up one day and have some sort of behavioral chip stuck in my brain," Alice told him.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 20:04:22 GMT -5
Charles gripped the sugar,poured a rather large amount,then gripped the cream and put a decent amount.He stirred the mix then took a sip and looked up at Alice.'Hmmm shes taking this much better then i expected.'
"Well...the only real catch is...it is an irreversible process.The rest of the...life changing affects will be those that will benefit you...and i can assure you if you go into this you will have...self control to say the least.If you count extreme loyalty as a catch then there are two catches,but if you do come out as completely un loyal...termination is always an option...and i don't mean we will fire you."
Hammer took another sip then continued...
"Well...honestly the other catch is i'm doing this to counter a former partner of mine.There would be another like you out there...but he is what you don't want to be.William...the scientist,my former partner,who created him created him from a human like i wish to do to you.But he is a crude,evil,horrible man who only want's supremacy and destruction in his wake...he controls his B.O.W like it's a slave,it is completely under his control.The B.O.W is also incredibly strong and almost in-destructable via bullets but he is a zombie...and i don't mean infected he is almost mindless...but he can think for himself. Tell me...why are you so calm about this?"
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