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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 17, 2010 13:27:33 GMT -5
The Ivory girl nodded, "Don't worry, I brought the pepper spray," she pointed to her sidearm just before the ebony woman strutted off to the engagement with her old friend, "It'd be cool if pepper spray was manufactured into a can that looked like a gun. Wouldn't need to worry about firing it in the wrong direction and hitting yourself in the eyes then," she remarked to herself; among the conversations and dialogue Aya picked out someone letting her know that her friend had already walked off, 'Yeah... but it was a funny joke,' she mulled in her head.
It was a dismal place; only a grunt of a soldier could possibly enjoy these conditions. Ayame spotted several soldiers eyeballing her; looks as if Jay had been right; and just when the girl thought she could fit in with the military types. These guys weren't like Colya or the marines stationed at the checkpoints though; they were less than that, being away from the thick of the woods. She could tell this purely from their body language and expressions. Rank still worked, everyone accepted order, yet there likely wasn't a lot standing in the way of small time misconduct and a cursive tongue. In all, it actually felt quite hostile for a safe haven.
In realization, the pepper spray comment had become quite serious. Aya had rested on solo survival; if anything threatened that then she removed it, figuring it increased her odds of survival. A grim thought, but a realistic one; she'd only hope Patrick would understand if one of the soldiers made a move on her.
Food from the mess smelled bad; armory didn't smell bad enough; she kept her attention to the centre of the base. A firing range was open with two men doing their pot shot practice; this kept the girl entertained until Jay's vocal explosion drew her attention.
Like a ghost Aya blended in and approached Jay, a protesting yet reassuring hand held the woman back by her shoulder, "C'mon Jay, remember what you said," thinking of how it could escalate, "It isn't worth it," she let go, "Pat might be able to help out in this regard. Even then, we just need to think a little outside the box; what path he might have taken to his AO," after which she motioned for the guy to hold back on pressing charges, frowning, silently appologizing; her lawyer was out of town
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 18, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
Jay settled down upon the arrival of Aya. She was told to "let it go", but the entire situation was frustrating to say the least. Here she was, tailing someone she wanted to see again, searching for nearly six years, hot in his trail, and she had him! Only thing keeping her from him was this a**hole here.
The crowding personnel had convinced her to take the young girl's advice. She edged back slightly, nodding a bit as the girl spoke. "Yeah, you're right, kid. There's nothing here for us anyway," she told her, before scanning the crowds.
"Where's Patrick? I think it's time to leave," she said.
The NCO before her had taken it upon himself to get the crowds to back off. They hadn't really lowered their guard, but they took their aim off of the two slightly.
"Again, I apologize. It's just how it all works," he told her.
"Huh," she grunted pushing through the throngs of soldiers with Aya behind her. She could feel their eyes burning into her back. She even noticed the leering looks the kid got from some of the men.
"Urgh, Patrick, there you are, can we go now? This place is ****ing me off," she asked upon reaching their partner's presence.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jul 20, 2010 20:06:27 GMT -5
The mountaineer had been watching the turn of events rather closely, and when the men that had surrounded both of his companion shouldered their rifles, he dismounted the humvee and moved towards them. He managed to push his way through and into eye sight just as Aya and Jay emerged from the crowd, and caught up to them. "Urgh, Patrick, there you are, can we go now? This place is ****ing me off," Said the older woman, and the soldier nodded amiably, eyes scanning the hard stares behind them before about facing with his companions and taking the lead out.
“So…no Eli then? Pity, I was really hoping to meet the guy who could get you this rustled,” He smiled trying to ease the mood that seemed to linger above them, caused directly by the degrading glares around them. The front gates slid open seemingly without effort and the trio stepped outside of the wire, the circle of light caused by the massive floodlights ending about a dozen feet before them and opening into a blackened abyss.
There were catcalls from behind them, and it was then that Patrick realized that not only were those calloused soldiers glaring at Jay, they were also staring at Aya, and it pained him to think about warriors such as themselves losing their composure at the sight of the girl. Although, he couldn’t really blame them, it’s just that soldier’s, at least as he had been trained, were always supposed to keep themselves composed under pressure, and if someone were to say this second outbreak was quite possibly the heaviest pressure the world had ever faced, Patrick wasn’t sure he’d disagree.
“Fans?” The mountaineer asked with a smirk, eyes scanning the impenetrable darkness before them for any silhouettes, although he already knew it was hopeless with the black of black caused by the fact they were heading downhill. The fact the moon was masked in a sea of clouds didn’t help the predicament at all either.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 20, 2010 21:04:29 GMT -5
((Gonna post one more time incase somethin happens and I can't log in or something. That way I can say that I posted again beforehand. )) Jay walked out with a chip on her shoulder. She was pretty stirred up and the fact that the soldiers were completely useless, as usual, had rattled her anger far more than she had expected. They weren't like Eli. No soldier was like Eli and they could never be Eli. Of course this opinion had come from a woman with both scorn and undeniable love for the sonuva b*tch. Patrick had tried to make light of the situation, stating that the soldiers were fans of the women. She managed to grin slightly but then immediately her scowl set back in place. "Nope, just a buncha ass hurt soldiers that probably contemplated placing a bullet in the back of my head. And possibly some old perverts with horrid intentions toward the little girl of our group. No offense, Aya," she proclaimed. It was a hard world. Harder and much worse than the world before the infection. She wouldn't doubt that most of those men had been good men before hand, but disasters like these, could turn a man into almost anything. "More sex deprived maniacs could be in our immediate future. So I say we stop hanging around men with guns that also hang around in the middle of dark forests, for a while."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 21, 2010 8:16:14 GMT -5
)(OoC: I'll go ahead and move it to another thread them, boil some in game time.)("Possibly some old perverts with horrid intentions toward the little girl of our group. No offense, Aya," "Took it as a compliment," she beamed, "I mean, it's not like I never get a attention around guys," Aya enlightened a little, teasing, "Actually now that I think about it, I get a lot of attention..." rubbing her chin from the stunning realization, "That's just the creepy kind though," she thumbed over her shoulder, "But they never expect someone like me to be trained. So many groins crushed," the casual tone in her voice ended up being more disturbing rather than adding to the reassurance. Crossing into the darkness the jeers still followed through; it hadn't bothered her so much in the beginning, now it started to grind; and Aya wasn't too happy with a fellow sister being treated as such, "Check the guy second from the left. One with all the body armor on," waiting for Jay and Pat to swing and look. Figuring they were far away enough to prank, the thin black cross hovered over his stomach before Aya's 1903a1 spat out a round. The soldier was knocked back off his feet, the impact fluffing dirt and dust from his apparel while his buddies turned to check him in astonishment; taunts ceasing. Before Pat or Jay could protest on the action Aya was already sprinting down the dirt road, hair flailing in the breaze, "No takesies backsies!" the Ivory girl 'nya-nyad'. )(Traveling to the Arklay Hotel.)(
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 3, 2012 22:07:21 GMT -5
-Toast and Abigail are now entering the Arklay Mountains Military Base-
Abigail yawned as her eyes flickered to life. She had woken up in a dimly-lit room. The last thing she remembered was walking onto a helicopter and hearing Toast tell her to be calm, and then she felt a needle pierce through her skins, which had turned out to be a sedative. After that, everything was a blank. Raising off the ice-cold floor she had been dropped off on, she looked around her. The mercenaries had her locked up in a small holding cell, but other than that, there was nothing telling her where they were located. They hadn't left her alone in the jail, though. Two guards were posted at the exit to the room, and Toast had been locked up in the cell across from her. He was still lying on the ground, unconscious. There was nothing she could really do to wake him up, whatever they had given them was a strong enough to have kept them asleep through an entire helicopter ride. Though if she had woken up already, he would be up in no time at all.
Suddenly, someone else came into the room. Abigail peeked out the bars of her holding cell. It was the same man who had struck her three times across the face. She backed away from the bars as he approached, and glared at him. He found her fearful reaction quite humorous, and laughed for a moment, before looking at her again. "Well hello, Abigail. How was your nap?"[/color] his voice combined both cold and menacing to form something much more sinister than anything Abigail had ever heard before.
"Fine, thank you. The sedative made it much more relaxing.[/color] her voice was filled with sarcasm. Something was wrong though. "Wait, how do you know my name?"[/color] her mocking face turned into a puzzled face.
"We've been watching you for a long time, Abigail. Since before you abandoned your home and family. We know all about why you left, how you returned home to your dead brother, Timothy, I believe it was. Upon sighting your brother, rage began to flow through your veins, a rage that you haven't felt since that day. You used that rage against your father, as you pulled the trigger and ended his pathetic existence."[/color]
"What are you trying to get at!?"[/color] Abigail shouted, obviously enraged by his retelling of the events that had taken place three years ago.
"When you killed your father, how did it feel?"[/color]
"It felt awful!"[/color] she exclaimed. "I had no other choice, though, he was lunging at me with a knife!"[/color]
"Is that really what you felt?[/color] he asked. "I don't believe that's how you truly felt. I believe you enjoyed it.[/color] he suggested.
"Why the hell would you think that!?"[/color]
"He had it coming, didn't he? All the abuse he put you and your siblings through in his drunken rage. The death of Timothy only sped up the process. You had been planning on killing him for a long time, hadn't you? You probably enjoyed watching the blood flow from his corpse after you shot him in cold-blood, didn't you? You didn't leave because you killed your father, you left because you ENJOYED killing your father, didn't you?"[/color] it almost seemed as if he was smiling. "In all honesty, you're just a murderer."
"You're a sick f***!"[/color] she screamed at the creep of a leader he was. By now, she was trembling. Feelings of the past came flooding back to her. There was truth in the words he spoke, to some extent, she had felt as if he had been served justice, that he deserved what had come to him. She had never enjoyed killing him, though. The actual killing of him frightened her, as she remembered staring into his lifeless eyes after she had shot him, a horrible chill went down her spine.
"I know things may seem that way to you, but I ensure you, I'm just a normal man."[/color] he said. "At a later time, I'll share a plan I have for you, but now, I'll give you sometime to think over what I've just said to you."[/color] with that, he left Abigail alone with Toast and the two guards again.
Abigail crawled up in the corner of her cell, and put her head on top of her knees. Toast was beginning to stir awake by now, and it wouldn't be long before he asked her what the problem with her was. With a few deep breaths, she hid any emotions she may have had while the man was talking with her, and acted as if nothing had truly happened. "Toast!"[/color] she shouted at him.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 4, 2012 15:02:25 GMT -5
Toast was stuck in a fog, a fog that blurred his vision and blanketed his hearing. As he struggled to wake himself from the grip of the drug his mind roared it's defiance, pushing to banish the fog and clear his mind and senses. He could hear voices, some raised, but nothing more and nothing identifiable. Finally the edges sharpened and his eyes came into focus, sounds became clearer and he could feel his hands and legs.
He was finally stirred by the sound of Abigail calling his name. With a grunt Simon Lockwood hauled himself up onto his elbow and then slowly lifted himself onto his feet. With a stumbling walk and using the cell as a handrail he made over to the side of his holding cell nearest Abigail.
When he spoke his voice had an edge of croakiness about it, the legacy of the dry effects.
"Abi, are you ok? Did they hurt you? What have I missed?"
As he waited for the response he sank to sit down and recoup his strength. Eyes wandered the room, searching for possible escape avenues. The only escape seemed to lie beyond the guarded door. The guards stood masked and at ease at the door. Something wasn't quite right about them, it was rare to have the guards inside for any other reason than to watch them. There were no visible cameras, a worrying thought but an advantage. The only eyes on them were the guards at the door, guards that moved little and never seemed to shift their head or interact. These were some sort of altered humans, part cyborgs or mutants most probably, there was no way even the best trained guards could keep up a vigil without noticeable signs. It made the situation more dangerous and meant that when the time came for escape it might be best done outside of this room.
There was something strange about this place, why take the girl as well? She was just another prisoner to look after. It worried him that Abigail had been included as a last minute resort, and it was clearly not just to make sure Toast came in alive.
It had been a long time since he had sat incarcerated, and it was almost unnerving. However, Toast had learnt a long time ago that emotions, in particular fear, clouded judgement and it was only by mastering it that you became useful.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 4, 2012 18:13:11 GMT -5
"Nah, I'm fine. I actually just woke up like five minutes before you did."[/color] the sound of lies echoed through her voice. Masking the pain she had just endured was something she was well-trained at. "All I know is that they have us locked in these cells, and that they posted two goons,"[/color] she pointed out of her cell at the two soldiers standing guard at the entrance, "right there. Other than that, I've got no news about the place."[/color] she said, before sitting down back in the corner of her cell. There was nothing the two of them could do, so she simply did whatever she could do to keep her mind running.
Hours passed as the two sat inside of their cold, dirty cells. Abigail spent the time either pacing around her cell, or lying on the ground in attempts to fall asleep. No matter how long she laid their with her eyes closed, she couldn't fall asleep. The words of the man were still flowing through her mind. Was it true, was she really just a murderer? The thought frightened her. She could only imagine the plan the man had been talking about before he left her in her cell to doubt her reasoning. Whatever he had in store for her, she imagined it wouldn't be pretty. Maybe he had been attempting to turn her into a covert assassin, she didn't know. All she knew was that the only reason they hadn't executed her yet, was because they needed her. As soon as they no longer need her for anything, they'll kill her. That she was sure of.
After what she assumed had been around six hours, someone entered the room with the two. He was dressed in the army's dress uniform. Several medals and pins hung from his vest. When he came in between her cell and Toast's cell, he stopped. "Hello Mr. Lockwood, Ms. Bertrand."[/color] he said. "I'm the reason the two of you are here. I'm the leader of this operation."[/color]
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 6, 2012 12:22:22 GMT -5
There was something too blasé about how Abigail reported their current situation. She was suddenly confident and a little dismissive. Something was up with her, he would have to find out as soon as possible.
In the hours that passed as their captors left them with the prison of their own thoughts he explained a few things to Abigail. That the two guards present weren't normal humans and how he could tell that. How they had left them together to lull them into a false sense of security in combined presence. Simon tried to not frighten Abigail but he was frank and honest, most important was his message that to survive such capture you must remain calm and keep the mind occupied. It was true that it was often ourselves who would prove the worst enemy when it came down to losing it. That was why sole survivors found after years of being lost with themselves were often raving mad.
It was several hours later after Toast was about to start coaching Abigail that they were joined by a newcomer. The man wore the dress uniform of a US Army General, the medals were of various accolades, including a two down purple heart and silver star. Toast often wondered how war heroes found themselves as the dirty hands of the government, but then he only had to look at his own history to see how the darkness enveloped everything. The General introduced himself as the leade r of this black ops unit and the operation as a whole.
Toast stood and brushed himself down, his eyes had already searched the general, assessing the man for any clue as to his nature. He had drawn a blank, the slate was purposefully neutral and lacking in emotion.
"General, I tire quickly of your hospitality. What do you want with us?"
It was a sinking feeling of realization that the pieces of the mystery jigsaw started to become unjumbled. However, it was all speculation, until it was confirmed his fears were not quite realized.
There were some things he had not told Abigail, things that most bar a few knew about him and the people operating at this base, cloaked by the guise of a standard military base being present on site. These scumbags might very well be the Life Sciences Agency, a covert agency that did not officially exist. An agency dedicated to warfare development of the most secret order. These men and women were not involved in the trivialities of zombie nerve gas or other ideas put into development by the government. The LSA was involved in a super soldier program, creating meta-humans, often called superhumans by most people.
What Abigail didn't know was the Colonel that Simon had been tracking, the one that was meant to be in the apartment complex of the Racoon City Green Zone, had been his old handler when he had worked black operations of all kinds. Simon Lockwood knew the LSA because he had done work for them in the past, although he only knew of their existence because of information he had gathered himself on missions and while the Colonel wasn't aware. All of his jobs were given under the guise of being CIA jobs, most were but it had become abundantly clear that some of the operations had no agency involvement.
Back then Toast had run under the codename 'Sale'. There had been a few missions where he had encountered the superhumans in action. He had been employed a number of times to babysit a meta-human mission that acted as a field test for the new super operatives. His job had always been to ensure the job gets done and to overcome any obstacles. It was always the way with spooks and superhumans were no difference, rookie operatives were deployed with experienced operators to ensure they learn the trade. These missions were often important and a failure was in nobodies best interest, especially when the tutor could be a deniable mercenary.
Simon awaited the General's words. Let the man talk, he had come here to do that much, they might even learn something useful.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 6, 2012 18:40:40 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose I'll just get down to business."[/color] the General said before taking a deep breath. "From the little I've seen, you two seem to work very well as a team. Although we were forced to capture you rather early, most people would've been shot in the sniper fire you had to deal with earlier."[/color]
Abigail began to grow impatient. "Cut the s***, what the hell do you want with us?"[/color] she said, rudely. It was bad enough that they had been captured, tranquilized, and had been sitting in jail cells for about six hours. Now, he was giving them a bunch of crap instead of getting directly to the point Abigail wanted to hear. She was ****ed. At this point, she wasn't even afraid of the chance that they may kill her. If they were going to kill her, she figured that they wouldn't have taken her with Toast in the first place. Instead, she thought they had something special in store for her, something sinister.
"You are quite the feisty one, as my right-hand man had told me. Perhaps this will not be as easy as I thought."[/color] he said. "The point of this whole meeting is that I want you two to work for me."[/color]
Abigail laughed at his proposal. "Work for you? Let me get this straight: you kidnapped us, put us on a helicopter way out here, and made us sit in these cells for hours just to recruit us?"[/color] she said, mockingly. "If you think I'm working for you, you can pull your head out of your f***ing a**."[/color] obviously, Abigail took the proposal as an insult. If he really wanted her to work for him so bad, he could have easily simply asked. But he didn't, instead, he had them drugged so he could contain them before he offered them the jobs. As far as she was concerned, this man was a complete-and-total idiot if she had ever met one.
The general found her response quite amusing, as he chuckled a bit after her insults towards him. "You act as if I was giving you a choice."[/color] he said, an evil grin occupying his face. "You see, after my agents discovered that you were traveling with Toast, I had a new plan. Originally, Toast was the only person I had wanted to recruit, but when you came along, I thought you might make an excellent prize as well. With your acrobatic abilities and speed, you're as valuable as Toast, if not more valuable. You'd make an excellent asset to my team.[/color] he looked at her, smiling. "But, I had figured that you would have responded the way you did, that's why I took the liberty of doing this."[/color] he pulled out a picture from his uniform's pocket, and handed it to Abigail through the steel bars.
"You bastard!"[/color] she exclaimed. The picture showed her two living siblings, Frankie and Delilah. The two of them had been tied to two chairs, both of them were looking up at the camera that shot the photo, almost as if they were asking Abigail to help them. He had it all planned, he knew how she would react to the proposal, so he did this.
"As you can see, your siblings are now in my captivity. If you and Toast don't agree to assist me in achieving what I want, I will make sure they die gruesome and painful deaths at the hands of the undead. I will be back in ten minutes, you better have your decision by then."[/color] he said, and left the room.
"Toast, I can't let them die. They're the only family I have left."[/color] she said. Joining them was the opposite of what she wanted, but with her only remaining relatives in captivity, she had no other choice. She was forced to go through with it, but she didn't know how Toast would react to the entire scenario.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 7, 2012 4:25:54 GMT -5
Abigail had not yet learnt that to keep your emotions and feelings in check and simply absorb often left you in a superior position. If others knew your feelings then they could exploit them, the same principles as poker. She would learn that soon enough. It was hard to him, to see her exposed to the world of black operations so early in her life, to be rudely recruited via force than choice. It was a situation he had been in before, although the kidnap was a bit much it did make sense. People acted irrationally when their loved ones were involved.
Toast thought for a moment as he watched Abigail, her frustration and emotions were clear to see and soon the rage and tears would consume her if left to stew. When he responded his voice was calm,
"I know it's terrible but keep control. Your emotions are clouding your judgement and your passion simply gives the bastard what he wants."
Toast paced back and forth for near on a minute, the thoughts and plan whirled around in his head. If they worked for this man there would be bad things done, but it would give them the opportunity to either spring her siblings or take down the organization from the inside. That opportunity would come but patience was the key. He slowly turned back to see Abigail watching him hopefully.
"I will join on one condition: that you trust me. That means you don't lie to me again. Only by listening to me will we be able to sort this mess out. Master your emotions, be patient and we will get our opportunity. Until then our hands are tied as to our options."
Toast turned his back on Abigail and continued his pondering on the far side of the cell8. He was well aware of her lying to him, she was adequate at it but nowhere near good enough to fool him. It interested him that the General had such interest in the potential of Abigail. He had seen it too, there was something about a survivor that meant they had already started the honing process. The terrifying prospect was that he knew these people, or thought he did, they would assess her worth then they would invest. Adrenals, Genetic changes moulding the better aspects of the T Virus into her DNA to produce a super human. No doubt they would push to increase her speed and agility more than it already had been. However, there was a business aspect to this, they would not invest until they knew the potential inside her.
It was sad to realize the facts about the next step after that. Abigail would gain experience with Toast; an experienced operator and tutor, until she was ready to work alone or in one of the super human strike teams. Toast would then either be forced to work full time as an operator of the LSA or killed. There was a slim chance they would simply discard him, keeping tabs on him until next time. If he had his way this secret agency would be brought down from the inside, to do that he would have to get enough evidence to call in support from his contacts in the agency.
Slowly he turned back to Abigail
"Do we have a deal?"
Something had changed in his outward expressions, they had hardened and the edge of emotion was gone now. There was now something cold and calculated about him as he worked and it was more than a little unerving.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 7, 2012 9:53:11 GMT -5
Somehow, Toast saw right through the guise she had hidden herself behind, but it wasn't a problem. She already had a back-up plan just in-case he happened to find out. "Alright, I'll stop the lies, but I'm not going to discuss why I was lying to you. That is personal, and I'd rather it stay that way. Other than that, we have a deal."[/color] she said.
It was strange, the relationship between the two of them. For a while, it was like a brother/sister relationship, but it seemed as if Toast was beginning to act as more of a fatherly figure to her. Protecting her from danger at first, he was now beginning to lecture her on the way she acted towards him. Other than that, things were the same between them. Her trust was what kept them together in the first place, and her trust was still strong with him. Lying to him wasn't the route she had wanted to take, but after years of being completely independent she didn't know how to trust others with problems as big as what had happened. She figured she would learn to trust him through whatever the general had planned for them.
After the ten minutes were up, the general walked back in, walking with steps of pride, as if he had just won a war. "Have the two of you decided?"[/color]
Looking back at Toast for a minute, and then back at the general, Abigail said, "We've decided we'll work for you, but I know that I won't be happy about it."[/color]
The general grinned. "Well, you better learn to love this job, because once you join, you can never leave."[/color] he said, still grinning. "Well, now that you're official members, let's get you out of this disgusting jail cells."[/color] he took a key out of his pocket and turned to Abigail's cell, opening it and freeing her. Next, he turned to Toast's cell and did the same.
"Follow me."[/color] the general said, and Abigail followed him outside of the jail into what appeared to be a military base.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 7, 2012 12:57:29 GMT -5
Toast followed the General and Abigail, happy to say the least amount necessary. Abigail had turned her distress about the situation into venom and had directed a portion of that towards him. She probably did not realise how this situation would work. If they wanted to stay alive and do the right things necessary in order to find an opportunity to break free and save her siblings then she would have to follow his lead, as much as she hated it.
As they crossed the main courtyard towards what would be the operations centre he ntocied they were being tracked and the silent guards were tailing them at a respectful distance. The General was confident but not stupid, he knew that Toast had the ability to kill him with his bare hands and despite the situation may forego his life to eliminate another. It was complacency that got people killed. With a subtle change of pace he outpaced Abigail and fell in just behind the General. His voice was low but carried a weight to it.
"General, let me be clear. We do this job and you let them go. If I get a smell of broken promises you'll need more than one of your meta-human strike teams to stop me finishing you and your little operation"
There was no need for more as he let his pace slip and resumed his place behind Abigail. There was a darkness in Abigail, born of grief and emotion, that the General would try and harness and foster. This darkness resided in all people and it only by experiences and actions that one finally succumbed to it. He was almost certain Abigail would be fostered and become a new primary agent of the LSA with time and should she finally be persuaded or pushed. It was his job to make sure the Abigail could handle and process the actions they would undertake, strengthening her defiance and channelling her hatred and fear towards a calm that would allow her to survive and succeed.
There was still the mystery of Colonel Riley missing, perhaps he would meet him shortly in the operations centre. It was abundantly clear now that the hotel room had been a set up and was designed to lead him into a trap. Whether Abigail had been drawn by something into the same trap he could not say. In Sierra Leone Toast had been given an assignment to eliminate an individual that had turned out to be one of the LSA's super humans who had gone rogue and hidden established himself as another genocidal Warlord in a region that had it's far share already.
Toast wondered which hellhole they would be sent to and what their first 'job' would be. Maybe it would be Racoon or maybe it would be abroad. Only time would tell.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 7, 2012 14:58:06 GMT -5
The General led the two of them into a large, circular room with a huge table in the center of it, and an enormous screen on the front-most wall. Looking around, Abigail noticed that there were a few people sitting around in the stands, presumably the General's bodyguards, just in case Toast or herself attempted to assault the General in the secluded room. It wasn't likely that they'd attempt anything yet, at least not now. Later in time, things might change, and Abigail may be able to receive her revenge on the pain this group of people had caused her, but she would wait patiently for that day to come. For now, she would just proceed with whatever the General had planned for her.
"Welcome to the briefing room."[/color] he said. "It's funny that you mentioned the two of Abigail's siblings, Mr. Lockwood, because their rescue will be your first assignment."[/color] the evil smile had faded from his face, what he was saying was completely honest, as hard as it was to believe from Abigail's perspective.
"What do you mean their rescue is our first assignment?"[/color] Abigail asked, sternly. "Weren't they in your possession in the first place?"[/color]
"They were, but just recently, the group of people they were being held captive with just went AWOL. Originally, we were planning on just bombing them to death, but with the recruitment of you, I can understand that you would prefer not to kill your family. So I'm sending the two of you out in order to rescue them, and eliminate any of the rogue members that come across your path."[/color]
Something felt wrong about the words he spoke. It appeared as if he was being honest about them being their assignment, but everything else felt wrong. She eventually shook it out of her mind.
"Are your objectives clear?"[/color] the General asked.
"I understand."[/color] Abigail said.
"Good. And you, Toast?"[/color]
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Lockwood
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 8, 2012 18:15:47 GMT -5
Toast wasn't buying the story, it was some sort of a trap. There was no way you just let your only leverage got AWOL. If comms had been lost then that was another matter but if they went AWOL how could they possibly know the unit was now rogue.
He took a minute to ponder the few details and the situation, if there was no ownership and the rescue mission was completed then delivering the kids back to this bastard was the wrong move. Here was an opportunity, he would lead an op and assuming things went along to plan he'd spring the kids and then get this group as far as possible away from this horror show. He'd then be able to start his mission to finally end the LSA. These people were not interested in the T-Virus for its medicinal use, purely for creation of the most potent and destructive side of human nature.
His eyes turned to the General, his voice was even and matter of fact. "General, Toast is not my name. You aren't my friend so give up the act."
He slowly walked over to the screen, ignoring the watching eyes and attention of the ops rooms personnel as he surveyed the details on the screen.
"I don't need to tell you that this doesn't add up. Suffice to say General that should you double cross me it will mean your early grave. Objectives are clear enough but details are not. I have questions before we deploy."
Toast moved across the screen, stopping briefly to inspect something that was flashing on the comm net.
"Who are the captors? They one of yours or contractors? Any known meta-humans amongst them? I'm presuming surveillance has confirmed targets are still in the area. "
Things had been put together in a rush job, he wasn't sure whether he was planning this operation or whether they had a plan and were simply using Abigail and himself as a snatch team. It was strange that something so important had not been overseen by the Right Hand man.
With that he took a seat and stretched out his legs, keen to try and shake off the stiffness of the cells.
"Go ahead General. Tell me what you know, or what portion of it you want to tell us. Then we can get this whole thing over with."
This would be a litmus test for Abigail, how she coped under a real operations when dangerous men wished her dead. These were no amateurs, not your standard soldier, these were murderers, rapists and all kinds of [private military scum. Before the operation was finished he had no doubt that she would have to take another human life, it was barrier that she would overcome or perish. He would help all he could but in the end it was her that would decide the outcome of that particular battle.
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