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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:50:36 GMT -5
Information: Yeah, we have this locations, but I'm clueless as to why you'd want to come down here...I mean it's dark...it's smelly and, well, it smells dude. Although it's the ideal way to travel through the city undetected, just don't expect your shoes to come out clean; or expect to some out alive for that matter.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 24, 2008 17:14:11 GMT -5
Alex shifted around her room mostly out of boredom. Her father had been gone quite some time, but it was normal. He had business he needed to take care of, and none he felt comfortable in taking her on. Though she was always sad when he left mostly because it had been several years since she had seen the sun or even been above ground. She knew that he had good intentions, but still at time she felt like a trapped rat like she had been when she was in Umbrella's possession. Yet when she remembered that she looked at where she was and realized this wasn't so bad. At least she had her father and a livable condition in which she could act freely, well besides going outside. Though she highly doubted she could, she didn't know the code to the door, and she highly doubted that she could tear it down.
She had been different ever since her 10 year life in Umbrella's custody. Alex hadn't been able to fully control her powers, not to mention she hadn't been completely mentally straight since then either. She yawned slightly as she sat down on her bed. Though she didn't care about that anymore. She was with her father and that's all she cared about. She yawned a bit as she laid back on her bed and drifted to sleep.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 25, 2008 23:40:46 GMT -5
A series of silenced gunshots and men yelling orders could be heard in the air. The yells died out with the silenced shots, and soon all of the shouts were gone. A blad man in an expensive suit stoon in the middle of the carnage, admiring his work. Even for him, taking out 30 armed men without a scratch on him was a feat. It did help that half of them were probably ex police officers wih as much training, some probably never even having been in a firefight. The men who were ex military had been a bit of a problem, and that was why he concentrated on them first.
Cracking his neck and raching into hi shirt collar, he grabbed the small crucifix and gave it a kiss before roaming the room. It looked more like a facility than an apartment, something he hadnt expected. Usually, Jonathon went all out on the small luxuries. He started by grabbing the men's guns and finding a trash bin. He unloaded the weapons, dismantled them, and threw them in. He tied up the bag and deposited it in a garbage chute. From there, he looked around the kitchen he was in. After looking for anything of interest, he found a dusty old bottle with the date of 1892 on it. He sniffed it and smiled, slipping it into a bottle of his jacket.
He then explored all the rooms, stopping when he found Jonathon's. He knw it belonged to Jon, mainly because of the lush decour. From there, it was easy to find the basic Beretta 92 with the nickle rounds. He stuck it in the back of his waistband for future use.
He went back to the main hall of the facility, leaving the bodies where they were to be found. He took a seat in a chair there, positioned in the middle of the room, and waited for Jonathon to come. As he did, he took small sips from the bottle of wine he had taken, admiring the taste. That was Jonathon for you. Exquisite taste in things, if not a very nice person.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Nov 26, 2008 1:12:12 GMT -5
Jonathan walked down the steps to the sewer below. He had gotten used to the smell and walked down the passageway toward his bunker. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to notice the captain of his security approaching him.
"Mr. Black! We cannot get ahold of the men inside the bunker and we have reason to believe that it has been infiltrated, "he stated.
Jonathan nodded, "Keep a squad on guard outside the door and if I call for you, execute operation Nile River."
"Operation Nile River," he asked uncertainly, "but that will-"
"You have your orders, captain," Jonathan stated, "now you are to follow them."
The captain turned around and headed back to prepare for when Jonathan contacted him. Jonathan then opened a door and entered what would appear to be an average storage room, but Jonathan moved a shelf aside and behind it was another door made of titanium and with a keypanel on it. Jonathan entered the code and the door opened and Jonathan walked into his house.
Jonathan noticed the dead men first, then Jason sitting in a chair drinking his most prized vintage wine, "I hope that you enjoy the vintage, it is from my private collection. Welcome to my home away from home, Jason. I can already see that you have made yourself comfortable."
Jonathan looked back at his now dead guards, then took a seat on the couch looking at Jason through his sunglasses.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 26, 2008 5:00:40 GMT -5
Alex shifted in her bed when she heard noises. The sounds of gunfire echoed threw her room, but she didn't move. She just stayed in her bed, gripping her pillow tightly waiting to be taken away from her father once more, and then silence ran threw the home. No noise just silence. Alex laid there in her bed bitting her lip as she fought back tears. She was scared to death that she was going to be taken away . . . she didn't want to . . . so many years under Umbrella's control and she didn't think she could handle it anymore.
It wasn't until she heard Jonathan's voice, though faint . . . it was loud enough for her ears to pick up. He sounded like he was in his office, but she was expecting something to happen. Yet he only talked. Alex sat up on her bed and looked around the room. She slowly made her way out of her room, mostly in want to see her father, and in fear of what was going on. Her bar feet sticking to the tile floor as she walked toward Jonathan's office. His door opened into the living portion of the home. She slid up toward the door, and peeked around not wanting to inter fear with what was happening or be a pest that got in the way.
She seen bodies lining the floor, and blood pooled around the tiles. She noticed Jonathan standing in the middle of the room, and then . . . it was Jason. The same man that had helped her escape from Raccoon several times in the past. He had somehow managed to keep finding his way back here. Bitting her lip and still partially hidden by the door frame she spoke up. "Dad?" she asked lightly as she looked up at him.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 26, 2008 5:17:00 GMT -5
"Yes, it's quite comfy." Jason replied, sipping the wine again. "You hide your wine better than your gun, old friend." Jason said, reaching behind his jacket and taking out the Beretta. He aimed at Jonathon as he cocked the hammer back.
"I admit, it was strange to find copper coat's in your guards guns. I would assume that you, thinking of all eventualities as you usually do, would have armed them properly should Alex have tried to escape. And then it dawned on me..."
It was then that he heard the footsteps on the ground, the small call of "Dad" from the hall. He didnt take his eyes from Jonathon or waiver in his aim. He put on a half grin and said "Hello Alex."
"But, it dawned on me that... Nickel rounds in your own gun, but none of theirs must mean something. It must mean...you arnt as invincible as you play yourself out to be." He said, taking another sip of wine and keeping a small ammont of pressure on the trigger. This could go either way. With Jonathon being shot, or for him giving a good reason for doing what he did. But, Jason wasnt much in the trusting mood, so it would have to be a helluva reason.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Nov 26, 2008 10:18:58 GMT -5
Jonathan, as always, kept a cool head under pressure and grinned at Jason despite the fact that he had a gun in his face.
"Always thinking you have everything figured out, but in the end you know nothing at all, "Jonathan stated looking over to Alex, "it's obvious that with my daughter alive and well and not in a laboratory that I have no intentions of harming her."
Jonathan then cracked his knuckles and reached up slowly and removed his sunglasses, his nightmarish eyes now visible, "The double-cross in London was staged, Jason. I had to make it look as if I betrayed you all and then escaped with Alex. I then brought her here for both of our safety shortly before I created an organization that was set to help everyone from this nightmare...and yes by now you should know that I am the Chairman of the Organization."
Jonathan smiled and motioned Alex over to him, assuring her that it was safe to come out.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 26, 2008 13:14:57 GMT -5
Alex hesitated for a moment before she pushed off the wall, and slowly walked towar Jonathan. She kept her eyes on him instead of focusing on Jason, and the gun he still had trained on her father. She bit her lip as she smiled weakly when she reached his side. She sat down on the sofa beside him, and straightened out her skirt a bit as she sat there in silance. She didn't bother looking up, knowing fully well that guns made her nervious, and she didn't really like to make eye contact with anyone unless she was talking to them.
Alex just sat there in silance playing with the edge of her skirt, as her hands twitched nerviously from time to time. It had been almost four years since she had seen anyone pull a gun on Jonathan or her, but she tried to keep her composure as best as she could. Her mouth stayed shut, mostly for the fact she didn't know what to say. Her hands stretched the fabric of her skirt as she kept her eyes trained on her hands.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 30, 2008 5:50:52 GMT -5
"I highly doubt that Jonathon." Jason said, ignoring Alex comepletely and refering to Jonathons statment about keeping Alex safe. "If you wanted to give them the slip, we could have done it together. With our recources, we could have dissapered. New names, new identities, the whole deal. And it wasnt like a few armed men were going to pose anything but a minor annoyance." He added, waving his hand with the bottle around the room.
"I think I have what happened figured out. It wasnt easy you saw to that. But, after a few chats here and there with your associates, it was clear. If it was a fake double cross, why were you so hard to find? Why..." Jason started, setting the bottle down and reaching into his pocket. He pulled free a large mannilla envelope and tossed it to Jonathon. "...after putting two bullets in that man's knee caps, did he still not want to tell me where you were? Why, after dipping that man's fingers into acid, the trick I learned from you, did he still withhold information? Why, after dangling that man over a large vat of oil, did he still stay quite?" Jason asked, narrarating several of the grusome innterrogations he had preformed. He had taken a picture of each dead man afterword, to get the point accorss that none had talked without great presuasion.
"Why did you never contact me?" He asked, trying to give Jonathon a chance. He doubted Jon was telling the truth, but there was a small chance he had. Perhaps it had been his intention to cut all ties with Jason for safety reasons. Perhaps Jonathon had meant to reconnect at a later date. Perhaps he was lying through his teeth and had meant the entire thing. Either way, Jason wanted answers.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 12, 2008 18:43:32 GMT -5
Jonathan laughed at Jason's intestinal fortitude. He then looked at Alex then to Jason, "Jason if you want answers, get that weapon out of my face. Not that I am afraid, but it doesn't make Alex feel comfortable."
Jonathan stood up and casually walked over to where he had a minibar prepared with a glass of scotch. He picked up the glass and walked back to the chair sitting down sipping it and looking at Jason with a smirk.
"I am going to have to leave here soon. I have business elsewhere in the world so whatever you are going to do - do it. But do you want to know what this bunker has in common with the Nile River, Jason?"
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Post by Reaper on Dec 12, 2008 23:49:30 GMT -5
Alex looked up at Jonathan as he mentioned leaving again. She sighed a bit as she looked down at the file. She picked up and flipped threw the pictures sighing a bit. The pictures didn't bother her, but the fact that a man would go threw such lengths to find one person. She sighed heavily as she closed her eyes and just sat there. Who was she to judge, she did kill both her husband and son with her bare hands. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes and looked at Jonathan, and then to Jason. Life had changed over the years, and she had done many things she didn't want to do. Though the question was did she want to do them or not want to. It was hard, it was so long ago, but if felt like it was just the other day she was wrapping her fingers around her baby boy's neck.
She sighed heavily as she looked at the ground not saying anything, but her hands gripped tightly around the pictures wrinkling them. She looked from Jonathan and back to Jason, she didn't understand what was going on, but it seemed that Jonathan had everything planned out. He always did, that was what he did. To think ahead for obstacles that may come their way along with what their opponites would do. She on the other hand spent most of her time wondering what her purpose was. After everything she had done, and yet she was still blessed or cursed with life.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 13, 2008 3:27:08 GMT -5
Jason's small grin dissapered when he heard Jonathon's question. One thing about this man. He had a habit of planning for everything. A good thing if you were his friend. A bad one if you were ****ed at him.
"This bunker and the Nile have nothing in common." He said matter of factly. It was true, but he knew what Jonathon was actually trying to say.
"But, I'm betting the sewer water above and the Nile have something in common. And I'm betting you fancy yourself an Egyptian Pharoh. What with the hollow chambers underneath the Nile, and how the kings of times past just loved to use it's mass to booby trap their final resting places. But keep in mind that they only did that to their tombs. Try that here and we'll see just whos better at what. Dodging bullets or throwing them out." He waved the Beretta casually as he said this.
"So tell me. Where is it your going, and for what reason? I may be interested in a job offering weather its on the table or not." Jason ended, holding the Beretta still and waiting for a response.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 14, 2008 23:32:03 GMT -5
Jonathan laughed. Jason had come into his home and threatened him and now asked for a job offering. Jonathan shook his head. He wasn't offering anyone a job and he was going to make sure that he wasn't threatened again.
"You failed to heed my request of putting the gun down, "he stated calmly, "and now you need know that there is no offer on the table and I will not tell you where I am going."
Jonathan then pressed a button that was located where his cufflink would be. Shortly thereafter water could be heard distantly filling the bunker, "Now...who will survive this? Two highly infected organisms or the human?"
Jonathan then pointed behind Jason the an escape hatch, then urged him and Alex along, "You will die down here my friend."
Jonathan mouthed "Go!" to Jason as he opened the hatch.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 14, 2008 23:52:53 GMT -5
Alex looked up at Jonathan rather confused. She didn't understand what all was going on. First they had been friends, and Jason had worked along Jonathan. They had even rescued her together, but now he was trying to kill Jason. Nothing made any since anymore, and to her it was a bit heart breaking try and figure these things out. Alex waited for Jonathan to catch up, and looked at him with worried eyes. She couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, but then again she could never tell. He was like a different man when it come to certain things. She tilted her head trying to study the look on his face, but was quickly pushed toward the exit.
Just as she heard the cold water hitting their home she froze realizing what it was. She just stood there staring at the wall. "I- I can't," she said as she looked at Jonathan with terrified eyes. "I can't swim like you," she said as she backed away shaking her head. One bad thing about the virus that coursed threw her body was that she sunk like a rock. No matter how many times she tried to learn how to swim again it never worked. She kept sinking, and there was nothing she could do about it. She shook her head as she kept backing away from their exit. "I can't swim . . . I'm sorry, but I can't," she repeated as she shook her head looking at Jonathan with pleading eyes.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 17, 2008 22:50:56 GMT -5
Jonathan ushered Jason throught the hatch and turned to Alex and smiled at her. He should have remembered the side effect of the experimentation would render he unable to swim.
He reached out and picked Alex up and carried her through the hatch, then closed it behind them. It was similar to a submarine hatch so it would be water tight. Jonathan then looked at Alex in his arms, "Don't worry, Alex. We shouldn't have to swim. This hatch leads to another building away from water."
Jonathan then looked at Jason, "Sorry about that. I have to make my current benefactors believe that I am not working with you. They had the bunker bugged, and to answer you question - yes you can work with me again. You don't have to believe the story I told you, but it was the truth."
Jonathan then set Alex back down onto her feet and the water could be heard filling the bunker behind them, "Don't worry. It's watertight. If we continue onward through this tunnel, we should come out somewhere near the docks where my yacht is docked."
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