Lucrecia Keane
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Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 18, 2011 19:10:03 GMT -5
" I'm here, go on.. ..... mhm... good... Alright I understand. Oh and make sure to keep it as tidy as possible up there, I especially don't want any of our little 'mice' to get away. Yes, execute the quickly, I don't want any delays in our schedule. Call if you have any troubles."
This was hardly the kind of conversation one would see a woman with such a sweet sounding voice as hers having. Bright blue hues then turned to the lit computer screen, quick pressing of keys echoed though out the quiet room. Here sat an unidentified female member of the White Umbrella, no doubt not the only female but in fact one of the very few clad in a black pencil skirt with a matching black jacking overlaying a frilled white blouse. As she was presumably getting her work done as quickly and efficiently as possible, the room soon was flooded with the boisterous sound of the telephone.
Yes?.... Alright... I see, alright I want a list of all our most recent passengers plus the passenger count from before we disembarked brought here straight away. Make sure we have everyone's names. Good." Not too seconds later did the phone right again. Yes?....itadakimas***ano mondai ? atashi ha , fairu suujikan mae nokotowo tazune ta . ima kokonisorewoo wasure naku ! watashi hasorewo nas***oge rutame , kidukawa nai ." Slamming the phone down she's sigh, closing her eyes and leaning her head from side to side as if trying to work out the years worth of built up stress in her shoulders.
Glancing at the time quickly, she printed out her recently finished document and stood up from her chair. Which was probably the most comfortable thing in that area, and walked to a large printer off to the side. Grabbing a Manuela envelope and a sorting tag, she's quickly file the work before pulling out her phone and texting the "Lord" of the ship.
"All the work you asked for is either finished or close too. Is there anything else you wanted me to complete before I meet up with you again Xavier-sama?"[/size]
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 19, 2011 2:33:10 GMT -5
Ozwell E. Spencer was always a quaint man. He held his peers in either complete contempt or harbored great suspect in them. One could describe the founder of the Umbrella Corporation as being… obsessed. So much that even here, aboard the ROME, his influence lingered still. Whereas the ROME was designed to look like a tanker outwardly, internally things were far different. This was especially true for the ‘Guest of Honor’ section of the ship. It was a series of interconnecting rooms made to look as if its inhabitants had entered some eerie mansion; a replication of a certain estate that Xavier had visited before. It was a distant memory that remained in the Arklay Mountains. Spencer, the old man, even decided to have his family portrait hung up within the office room. One could say it was suited, considering the room looked like a miniature version of some mansion hall.
Xavier however would not stand for any that of. He had the portrait torn down and replaced with a banner of the White Division. Any additional furniture which was not aligned with the Dark Wolf’s aesthetics was removed.
With one hand gripped upon a glass of Chateau Mouton-Rohschild 1945 and the other upon the butt of yet another delicious cigarette, the Lord of White Umbrella kept watch upon his guests. There were several high definition computer displays designed to look like old fashion portraits. In use however, they allowed security to channel images and audio to the Dark Wolf. At this current second, he was observing a certain Jakob McMahon. An odd name to be sure, but no stranger than the pseudonym he chose to his identity behind. Of course, the bad Russian accent and acting gave him away to a certain extent. But it was the biometrics scanning system installed in each section of the ship that verified everything. A mildly interesting figure, Xavier would muse. Chances are, this man served a liaison to the N.U.C. leadership. He’ll order one of his soldiers fetch the Frog so he could speak to him later.
The Dark Wolf turned about to fetch a seat when a great pain overcame him. His mildly expensive glass of wine freed itself from his ebony gloved grip. It shattered into many a wet pieces all about the extravagantly antique-like flooring. A violent cough over came him. A soldier of the Division immediately barged in. They were a zealous bunch, as demonstrated earlier.
”Sir!”
Not one to show weakness, the Wolf waved him down. A silk cashmere handkerchief was pulled out and Shiro placed it upon his face. When he pulled it away, there was a stream of crimson liquid.
“Tell my esteemed guests that they must forgive me. I’ll see to them soon enough.”
The White Umbrella soldier had wanted to say something else.
But by then Xavier’s attention was redirected elsewhere. Somebody had sent him a message through his Sony Ericsson Black Diamond. To his painful amusement, it was something mildly irrelevant. The Dark Wolf smirked it off. He then sent for her through a text message, his lovely dark kitten...
‘Little sister, get me my medicine’
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 19, 2011 3:18:35 GMT -5
The seconds ticked by into minutes for quite some time, though this passing meant little to him. A trained sniper and scout, he was used to long waits in absolute silence, or the opposite as well if the occasion called for it. He remained standing the in 'At ease" position that fell so naturally to him after many years spent in the military or para military scenarios of his life. It was actually rather relaxing when he considered it all from a vaulted view of ones self. He fell into a state of semi relaxed awareness, able to take in sounds and details when they present themselves, otherwise his body remained motionless while his mind wandered.
After several minutes ticked by, his internal playback musings were interupted as the door opened, allowing for Alessa to enter. She probably passed him off as just another guard, given his stance and the fact he stood in the middle of the room facing the desk, well away from the chairs that she'd occupy. Once she entered and moved toward her comfortable destination of the chairs set before the expansive desk, he'd take in her figure, assessing the way she moved and her posture, filing the information for later use while also dismissing her for now. From appearences she wasnt armed, where as he still had his gear as well as his weaponry.
Checking with his internal clock told him he'd been waiting for quite a while, but he dismissed any feelings of impatience that may have arisen. Shiro was an important man, with many demands to attention, where as Frost himself was usually more of a middle man. Someone to approach in order to get things done that demanded discretion and promised to leave your hands clean of blood. He could wait as long as he needed to, and besides, with this angle he had more then a good view of the back of Alessa's head to warrant plenty of daydreams involving several displays of violence he could indulge himself into, so he remained still as a statue while his mind wandered down scenes of blood soaked gore and carnage.
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Post by soldier on Feb 19, 2011 6:13:24 GMT -5
Once He saw his face, he knew him right off the bat. "Its been far too long." They stepped out side. Hypatia had his cigarette ready. Remembering what Lord Xavier Had said earlier while he was in his dead stair with that one Boy Scout.
"Of course Captain Prokourorov, I was there when Sergei put it into effect. You speak of codes, the board, and your time wasted. Let me begin by saying that I apologizing for wasting your time by extending a hand of friendship. Second, I must ask? Where is the board of Umbrella? Dead, dying, exterminated, or just… gone? Finally, what of Code 752? Last time I checked, UMBSPEC felled under nobody else’s jurisdiction besides Spencer’s. The Division is mine to command. I am the board."
He looked at him as he exhaled smoke. "These guys sure don't act like USS or UBCF. It seems like a hole lot has changed, but I must say for a bunch of 'get the job done' nothing boys and 'lets act petty' nothing girls. I even think the guy running the meeting found me to be careless," He inhaled the smoke from his cigarrette from his lips. He threw the half smoked cigarrettes over board and returend back inside. "Come. Lets get to that meeting." He open the door for Frog and they walked down the same way. "So, how long have you been N.U.C., podhalim" He patted his back and had always called him a waterboy in russian all the time.
They got back to the meeting room, the meeting was over, but few remain. They looked just about the same Umbrella armed Units.
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Lucrecia Keane
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Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 19, 2011 15:13:53 GMT -5
Feeling the vibrations from her phone erupting through her jacket, she'd quickly slip her phone out of her pocket and take a moment to read the screen before back it went. Those blue orbs scanned the office she was currently placed in before steps brought her in front of her desk. She pulled out about two draws before her petite fingers found themselves around a unmarked pill container, her other hand now grasping her now bulky envelope. Closing the draw with her leg she'd scan over the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything before she'd exit the room, and step out in to the narrow corridor.
Hips swaying with her quickened pace and the sound of her heels echoing around her, bouncing off the metallic walls, it didn't take long for her to reach her destination. Stepping in to the room, she'd take a moment to find Xavier before walking further in and moving swiftly around tables and people. Passing the designated table for minor snacks and beverages, she'd slip off a bottle of water and a new glass before finding herself in front of the Lord of this ship.
"Have someone come and clean this up, we don't want any of our guests to hurt themselves. Also tell the surveillance room to watch those screens closer, we don't want any mishaps to take place right now." She spoke lowly and sternly to the solider, and judging by his quick action, she was well heard. Now turning her attention to Xavier she'd sigh contently. Placing the envelope down on a table near him, she'd fill the glass up with some water and take two pills out, keeping them on a napkin where they could blend in and avoid the attention of the other folks in the room. Offering them to her master silently, it took about a second for a small smile to reach her plump lips.
"No more alcohol for awhile, you need to give your body a break. So.. should I change your beverages to tea or water? a slight giggle could be heard at the end before all signs of emotion washed itself from her face. Speaking lower than before, almost a whisper, those blue hues would now fixate themselves on Xavier's face. "Was it a minor attack, or should I be getting you to the infirmary right about now?"
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 19, 2011 19:52:28 GMT -5
“No more alcohol for a while? Considering the physical state that I am in, there is a need for more, not less, koneko san.”
His pronunciation of Japanese was a tad rusty. Compared to a native speaker his articulation was forced and robotic. It was characteristic of Westerners attempting to learn an Eastern tongue. Xavier was not apologetic about this limitation. While stationed at the Umbrella East Asia Branch, the Dark Wolf had attempted his best to acquire a modest fluency. As such, modest Japanese was all he could provide for his old friend. His little dark kitten was all grown up; Xavier could barely remember the day he provided a weapons familiarization workshop for the biohazard countermeasure team she was in. Like most people that worked for him, she too had an insatiable thirst for murder… even if it was a tad repressed compared to the rest of his men.
“Before I forget, you’ve left this in my room again.”
With a cough, he pulled out a small rectangular object from his coat and flipped it open revealing a Batangas knife. The Dark Wolf then flipped it closed and tossed the edged weapon back to Miss Keane. Having had found a seat upon an older looking armchair of French make with an illusive goddess of vengeance woven upon it, he proceeds to take his pills. The pain was excruciating. But such was the price of living after being ‘away’ for so long.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Was it a minor attack, or should I be getting you to the infirmary right about now?” His little kitten had asked.
The Master of White Umbrella smiled, perhaps genuinely and not for theatrics this time.
“Just get me a glass of brandy.”
Cigarette still smoldering, the Dark Wolf brings it up to inhale its dying light. Such delightful joys of life should not be wasted otherwise.
“Sis… when you get the chance, please bring in Nathan Frost.”
He then looked to the envelope she had dropped for him.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 20, 2011 2:43:39 GMT -5
Comfort began blurring to a fickle thing in this room; temperature control were perfect, Alessa could feel that much, and the leather seats would turn any pen pusher a deep shade of green. In fact the Suisse girl couldn't help admire the ergonomics involved, her already well built posture feeling a little more perfect at the spine. Sentiment towards inanimate objects for the most part were non-existent from Alessa; perhaps she were just won over by how diamond cut the White Division conditions were, at least for upper class employees. All of it were overridden by the burning sensation in the back of her mind making the pale girl uneasy.
Eventually a subconscious curiosity won over her protest of not to look linked with the will not to offend. Placing her hand on the underside of the dark table and swiveling the leather chair several degrees, Alessa turned her head to the left spotting a soldier harboring an odd contented expression staring back at her.
Mouth and nose masked by her fur collar, the ice blue aperture of her eye squeezed shut to focus on him. Returning a gaze of "Do you mind?" in response. A silent moment passed, and once it became evident that - no, he very much didn't mind the awkward stare - she turned to face the head of the table again before anyone could conclude a level of infatuation was held towards the soldier in forest camouflage fatigues.
It would have been ignorant not to expect the odd stare from people, like a tourist in a foreign country; it was usually common in the opening days of an agreement. However a stare of that caliber she didn't often come across. Most of the time it would be reserved for the man in digital MARPAT, and it usually personified their blood lust attitude. What better person to take it out on than a complete stranger?
It made the chair feel like she were sitting on solid rock and the air turn stuffy and stale.
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 21, 2011 2:34:34 GMT -5
His internal fetish like fantasies regarding the female specimen in front of him turned to wry amusement once she turned around to give him the typical female indignant stare. So, naturally, he continued to give a blank stare until she turned back around. Once she was staring ahead again he allowed a very slight twist of his lips in a mock like smile. Nice to see he could still make people squirm.
He considered saying something, perhaps clearing his throat or moving to stand next to her and continue to stare like a deranged lunatic. The thought nearly made him laugh, however for now whatever his own desires he simply remained where he was, being both practical and professional... well in a way. The door opening brought his piercing blue gaze to the young woman who entered beckoning him forward. Giving a stiff nod, he'd comply and move toward the female giving Alessa one last dull glazed eyed look with a smirk on his lips before stepping out into the hallway to follow the woman.
Being a typical male, however well trained and disciplined, he wasnt dead. So as he followed the female, he'd give her the once over before paying more attention to where they were going and his surroundings. Walking along through the hallways gave him the brief sensation of being a rat in a maze, not something he was enjoying either. Once they reached their destination and he was shown into the room Lord Shiro occupied, he'd step forward assuming a position of Attention, which was his way of showing the other man respect as well as proving he was ever the professional. The ambient light showed his black fatigues were pressed and starched with crisp clean lines, his boots polished to a mirror shine, and all his weapons smelled of fresh oil.
"Lord Shiro, a pleasure as always. Rumors of your death seem to be very... " His bright blue eyes took in the nearly invisible scar on Shiro's cheek with a slight narrowing that caused the crows feet at the corners of his eyes to sharpen. "Exaggerated. Pleasentries aside, I'm ready to fullfil your orders." His voice held an eager, dark quality to it, mingling with his slight Texan accent.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 21, 2011 16:06:39 GMT -5
“Nathaniel. It’s always a pleasure to have you with us, welcome aboard the ROME.”
It had been a long time since the New York incident. Nathan Frost seemed to have changed much since then, Xavier had noted. The man seemed much less idealistic, and much much harder. Good, he had need of men like him.
“And please, call me Jean. Last time I checked, you had no relations with the old corporation. No need for such titles here.”
Xavier had stood up from his antique-looking chair, though with some strained effort, to welcome his old friend. The Dark Wolf then motioned the quiet professional to take a seat. Having had plucked the dying cigarette he was enjoying in his moment of rest, the corporate executive flicked it onto a nearby ashtray shaped in the logo of the Umbrella Corporation. He then pulled himself closer to his elaborately hand carved redwood desk.
“We have need of your talents. Given the current situation we have at hand, I cannot rely on simple signals intelligence. HUMINT is required. As such, your recruitment into our ranks would be extremely beneficial.”
He reached into the envelope the lovely Miss Keane had brought him. A thousand memories appeared in the mind’s eye. They were scenes of great violence. They were images of men being burned alive in a small furnace. There had been scenes of armored personnel carriers laying waste to civilians. But more importantly, they were always scenes of a Swedish man. A cold man, ambitious, who broke the chain of command; he was one of Xavier’s.
“I’m curious though. Seems that you have forgotten the real reason why you’ve came here.”
He then extended the card to the 'former' spook.
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Lucrecia Keane
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Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 21, 2011 19:31:23 GMT -5
The sound of a deep breath erupted from her being, of course he would ask for yet another alcoholic beverage after her recommendation. Just giving him a nod and moving the envelope within better reach of him, she'd turn swiftly and leave the room. Finding her way easily to the location of said "Nathan Frost" she'd glance to the other female form in the room before looking to Nathan with an unamused expression.
"follow me"would be all she'd give to the man before turning quickly on her heels and moving back to Her lord and masters location. Giving Nathan a 'its alright to step in' motion with her hand, she'd leave the boys for a moment while she went to go fetch the man his drink. Shifting the medicine bottle to her jacket pocket, she'd in front of a well secured room, a scanner activating in front of her before a low beep was heard and the door opened.
The room seemed more like living quarters than an office, and was probably used as such, but by who was the question that'd go unanswered. Stepping in front of an old Gothic like cabinet, she'd pull out a Key and unlock it, those bright orbs of hers scanning the dusty labels residing on the bottle's of wine in front of her before she'd grab one and close the cabinet. Satisfied with her choice, she'd quickly leave the room and in a matter of minutes return to her masters side.
"I know you said brandy, but I'm sure you'll get a greater taste from this."She'd whisper into his ear before placing a glass on the desk, careful to keep it placed on a napkin before pouring the wine generously in to the glass. Pulling her hand back and caping the bottle, she'd then look to the man she'd previously brought in. Taking in the detail of his build as well as how attentive he was. A subtle smile grazed her lips before she backed off from Xavier, becoming more of a wallflower until she was needed again.
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 21, 2011 20:59:35 GMT -5
He'd grunt lightly, the smile leaving his lips while a more serious look entered his piercing blue eyes. "I havent forgotten... Jean. But I am also no fool. Everything has a price and I'm sure, no offense, that you have a price for the information you claim to have." Taking a seat, after tightening the sling and pulling his assault rifle around so it rested along his spine securely, he kept his back ramrod straight, though he appeared by all means very comfortable. "So, lets discuss why I'm here then. You wouldnt call me all the way here just to give me some mysterious bit of information regarding Jenny's death. What would you like me to do Jean? You wish someone dead. Name them. You wish information retrieved, consider it retrieved. You wish a building destroyed. Done."
His gaze studied the man before him, taking in his condition, the slight husk to his voice barely perceptable to the ear. He watched Shiro's body language, any twitch or muscle movement of the face, anything that he could use to gauge the other man in order to continue this barter. He wasnt boasting either with his offer. A man of his experience and talents could very well do as he claimed, and do it well. The woman who came to collect him moved up beside Shiro placing the glass onto the desk so he spared her a glance, taking in her pressence and shifting his position unconsciously so he could defend himself against possible attack.
Turning his gaze back to Shiro, his eyes dropping to the envelope then back up to the other mans face. He'd be silent now, waiting to hear the price for the information and the truth to why he was brought here. He'd smirk, and add "Spook lifes boring Jean, give me something fun to do."
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 22, 2011 2:27:40 GMT -5
Xavier maintained his usual boyish smile. ”But of course not, an observant man such as yourself had already known that… the very moment the tape recorder had landed in your hands.” He tapped the card lightly upon his lightly crimson colored desk. “I was just curious to why you had not asked for it, before you’ve offered your services? As old friends, I would have pointed you out towards the right direction at the very least.” The card was then placed in front of Frost. It had a strange logo upon it, followed by the words: ‘SÖLDNER Industries’. “As to every story, not everything is what it seems. But as for the moment, our destinies are intertwined.” It was then that the Dark Wolf picked up his glass of wine, properly thanking the woman whom brought it in, and took a sip. He closed his eyes as if savoring its flavor. Once satisfied, Xavier stared at his glass, as if in deep thought. “There are plenty of people that need to be killed, plenty of information to be stolen, and many things to downright destroy. Since you are interested, I’ll hand you the details.” A small data disk had been taken from an envelope nearby, and carefully set next to the businesses in front of Frost. It was encoded of course. Xavier was not some clockwork villain that left things to chance. Frost would be forwarded the proper unlocking codes when the mission commenced. “You have my contact information. I’d say I look forward to our continued cooperation, but as we stand, it’s more appropriate for me to say good luck. See our quartermaster in the Barracks A-1 for supplies if you need them.” “Don’t you worry, my dear Nathaniel… there will be plenty of fun soon to be had. <*> When the Spook left, Xavier had turned back to the ‘wallflower’. “Keane? What’s the status of our extraction of the Tyrant plant aboard RIG-03?”
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Post by soldier on Feb 22, 2011 6:34:36 GMT -5
They have been waiting for awhile in the meeting again. "He looked at frog. "so what the hell did i miss over the years?" he asked frog.
Austain and Fisher were the only ones up. "I really hate working with these guys..." Fisher said. He turned over to look at Austin with a look of 'I really hate this crap'
"Remember the time, when we went to Vagas with these guys. one of them insulted you and you and that one guy from the Dividsion got into a fight that almost got both side starting a riot?" Austain looked at the bed that was on top of the bunk then turn over to Fisher.
Fisher just laughed. "The sorry prick deserved it....These damn UMBSPEC meets, are really long as hell"
Austain nodded. "You know how that one guy is. And he can't even run a proper board. I don't even think these guys care about 752. then again, when was it even broken?"
"Well we really don't care. Its been followed for so long."
"Yeah, well they called us in for a reason. So what are we cleaning?" Austain said back to the bunk on top.
"Who are we shooting?" Fisher said finally.
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The Baron
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Post by The Baron on Feb 23, 2011 2:13:30 GMT -5
He had left the meeting before the Boy Scout, whatever the hell his name was (to Kennedy it wasn't important enough to even remember five minutes after his departure) before the guy had a chance to react.
A quick stroll down some corridors and a few flights of stairs found the man to his private quarters. He opened the cold steel door and stepped inside, somewhat surprised to see yet another ghost of his past waiting on him.
Kennedy moved to the bar and poured himself a Crown Royal & Coke, mixing it evenly and to perfection just as a bartender would. He walked over to his dark oak desk and took a seat in the comfortable black leather chair, leaning back and taking a good swig of the alcoholic beverage.
"Nice weather we're having isn't it?" He began. "So Miss Umeki, what brings you to our humble fleet? You'll have to refresh my memory, it has been a long past few days. Did I invite you here, send a calling card, or what? Care for a drink?"
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Lucrecia Keane
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Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Feb 23, 2011 2:49:17 GMT -5
She stood against the wall quietly, an unamused expression washed over her recently happy one. She wanted to yawn so badly, so that her boredom would be know, but thinking better to keep that thought to herself, she just stood there. Men never did take it well, when their company was boring. They were such a simple and yet complex species. Looking to the wall adjacent to the one she stood against, she'd almost count the second before it was over.
“Keane? What’s the status of our extraction of the Tyrant plant aboard RIG-03?” Almost as if reality just smacked her in the face, she quickly looked to him before letting out a breath to calm her muscles. Pushing off the wall gently she'd come to stand a little ways behind him. For Lucrecia, she always had to be within a certain perimeter of him before relaying information, probably some odd form of her finding a 'safe spot' mentally. Pulling her PDA from the holster at her hip, she'd begin with her blabbing.
"The eight vessels we brought with us upon departure are secured in their rightful containers and are currently being prepped for transport. About 10 hours in to our.. well drift is what I'd like to call it, I received word that one of the vessels suffered impact damage whilst being loaded in. Of course I taught the guards down there a lesson for taking so long to report this in. The current status of the tubs within that specific vessel are unknow-" A loud beep went off in the room, which silenced her. Those blue orbs now scanning quickly over the text that popped up on her screen before they returned to the figure of her master. "All 8 vessels are secured and ready. On a side note, The delta unit up top just reported in, they're done exterminating the.."A little giggled slipped its way in to conversation"mice, they are currently taking a break and are on stand by. So if you need them for anything else they are ready. As for the choppers, It'll be 5 minutes before they arrive, The two unites accompanying the vessels are already in position, so everything will be set in motion once the helicopters take off. A short status report on the ship and guests are all thats left to report. She'd wait patiently for a slight nod before continuing. " the research facilities on this ship have been throughly sterilized and are ready for use, as well as our dear guests have been all accounted for. Their names, relatives, close friends and overall backgrounds have been uploaded in to our systems. When your ready you can access them from any of our terminals as well as your personal computer. Of course they are heavily guarded in the event that one of our esteemed guests decided to get a little touchy. Finally... that guy was kinda cute, can I keep him?" She'd giggle a bit before moving toward the door before she got stuck in a 'talking too' from her boss.
"There's one more person waiting in the conference room so I'll go and bring her here right away. You'd better compose yourself quickly, you look like your about to fall over dead. I put the bottle for the wine behind the desk, help yourself to it when your done with the glass." with that she'd step out, and with that usual quickened pace she'd make it to the designated room in a matter of a minute. Looking to the girl and nodding for her to follow before making a motion to step out. Of course like a good trained pet she held the door and tried not to make any motions that she had lethal weapons on her, but man was it getting boring. Xavier sure had her on a short leash for a bit now but right now it was needed she guessed. Holding open the final door she'd look blankly at the woman before following her in to the room. "I've brought her"
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