Thriller The Crossing

IC: Santiago
The New Rose Hotel, Bronx, NYC


He didn't like America.

He liked American Women.
He really liked what they were doing to the Bronx.

He loved "LEGO"'s work,
a daring rogue after his own heart.

But what he loved far, far more, was that he'd just successfully orchestrated yet another bill-reprinting operation between his Camorra
and Bratva brethren--first stop of his US biz trip was New York,
check,
second was Los Angeles for a bit on exotic cars with his "Aniki" from the Yamaguchi-gumi,
third for some more pleasure and wine in the Napa Valley,
fourth and final for adieu at his favorite American city--San Fran;
this useful little hotel was the after, after, after afterparty of his first stop--the money deal had been oh-so-sweetly closed two nights before.

As he pondered on the phrase "fortis fortuna adiuvat" for the ten-thousandth time, caressing "Nessa"'s perfect legs,

*knock*​

--Mierda--he thought-the one damned time he chooses extra privacy over security, holed--and trapped, in this hallway dead-end room with
no windows, and indeed, Murphy's Laws ever relentless, they struck--Finally he would find an extra use for this Bionda other than---'Babe,
check who it is would you?'-he turned to the left side of the bed as he spanked her into action;
-'wow, Fernand, soooo lazyy,
I love ya'-she kissed him on the back, then turned toward the door, now sitting at the bed as she dressed her flawless, bare self.
"Fernand" wouldn't show his fully displayed Irezumi and Thief in law tatoos to just anyone--marks and trophies, far more than mere tattoos--but then,
this fling model did not possess an IQ that spanned beyond those two words--and he could not deny that oftentimes he just loved them that way.
As she finished adjusting her designer bra, he'd finished adjusting his engraved colt 1911, hidden within the side of the bed, pushed as it was against the wall, along with a mini ear mike to which he whispered the word "Bellum"--men in the two rooms prior to "Fernand"'s readied,
they had only to look out the peepholes to see both sides of whomever was knocking at the Don's door--so they looked,
and aimed.

He always used cash. He never used phones. He was always someone else.
Here in the States--and here in New York that is--he was Fernand Urrutia, niche model.
He only danced in his beloved Spain. Only there was he known as Santiago Pareja-Obregón y Durán.
'Boy, his people had been in The Trade for hundreds on hundreds of years.

So this, was Something. Something Big​

-'actually Babe, let me get it'-he said, skillfully hiding his silenced weapon in the back of his arabic-looking pajama pants as he stood,
pulling the light sheets around his shoulders/body for extra cover, giving her a little push back onto the bed-'you wait for me there'-using one of his
devious faces,
-'My God!'-playful giggles, all endearing giggles that one..

The mini mike in his left ear, he waited for the green light from his men--no, His Brothers,
as he now aimed his gun under the bedsheets with his right hand, left arm extended, hand frozen in the doorknob, body a ways to the left of the door,
ready to kick the little white bureau high if needed, he locked the door and even used the door-frame chain for double-locking;

​

-'Megas'- he called out to the unknown.​

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IC: Jane
Warehouse, Washington D.C.

"Sure," Jane replied to Maria's quip at them being the 'Girls' Team' Jane had never really cared about the gender of those she worked with. It was a small group of people that even knew about 'The Freelancer' the nom-de- guerre Jane used when meeting new clients. Even fewer knew her personal name or knew she was a woman so all in all the fact of her being female never really came up or was an issue, though some might say she goes out of her way to never reveal her true self. That wasn't to say she hadn't dealt with some that had…backwards thinking on the subject. She sorted them, mostly with bullets to vital areas, of her boot to sensitive ones.

War making and black ops maybe a male dominated profession but, Jane wasn't going to let anything stop her, this is what she was meant to do, what she was trained to do. If she had to fight to prove that she was a warrior so be it, if she had to embarrass a few men to show that she was just as skilled and determined as them that's what she did. This was a modern world, women had violent impulses too, had a need to express them, everyone else better just get out of their way.

She gave another look over to her partner as she looked over the gun.

"You do know how to use a gun right?" She asked eyes looking for any uncertainty. If Maria wanted to help she had to be comfortable with having to defend herself, violently if necessary. "You know you kill people with it, it's not like whatever simulations you've done. Real bullets have a different weight from simunition, and they take lives not just put a bit of pink paint on their chests." She had to know that this analysts wasn't going to freeze up on her in a fight, or worse shoot blindly and wildly hurting civilians or more importantly Jane.

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Washington D.C. , White House, Living Area

Just before he reached his private quarters a single message on his mobile made it hum. Obviously not that many people had that number. It was Joel, the short for Joel Richards Harris, Vice-President of the USA. They were not exactly friends, but had always been united in their mission to rule the country. -You know anything about Antville?- Obviously he had never heard of anything or any place called Antville.

Beth did not look too angry when Kurt entered the living quarters. But she and Melanie had already had dinner and silently she walked to the kitchen to warm up what was left of the Pasta. On her way she gave him a smile, though. “Mum, we have people for that!” Melanie yelled. Her mother laughed. “Sure, and we have people to clean up and everything. But guess what, honey? Mum can handle a micro wave all by herself!” Melanie shot her mum an annoyed look. Her mum returned only a smile and was gone for the kitchen. Melanie’s two sisters were not here. One was with the grandparents and one at the university. So Melanie had all the attention of her mother for herself. Something she did not exactly appreciate.

“You know about the Lego thing, Dad?” Melanie asked her father. “He is everywhere, even at Samantha’s university he has left one about you. Think you really pissed him off. You know nobody knows who he is? Some say he is British, others say he is from Israel. Do your guys know who he is? Can you tell me? That would be so cool!” Melanie was enthusiastic about many things. Now it was obviously the cool street-artist who had made criticizing the acting President of the United States of America cool again . . . who happened to be her father . . .
“And he was in two places the same time! No, really! This one is from DC and THIS one he did in New York, the same time!” She held up a second picture and that was from somewhere in the Bronx …

EVER BEEN TO ANTVILLE? HE HAS. WHY VOTE FOR THE LESSER EVIL?

And below it there was a nice picture of a highly stylised Kurt Roland.

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ooc: Combined with TheSithGirly who asked me to include her line before moving along.

Somewhere in Washington D.C., A warehouse and then Lambs House, Baltimore

Maria looked at Jane and smiled. “I had some training. Don’t worry. I will not ruin this.” Or so she hoped.Then hse had to smile. She had not used a gun as often but Jane, but arguavbly she had killed a lot more people.

Nodding a last time Simmons turned and left the Warehouse. The hunt was now officially on.

And it all happened fast indeed. A short trip in the jet and they were at the airport, where the GPS guided them quickly to the random and unassuming car they had parked there for them. It all went almost too swift. Maria had worked on the trip and she had found things, but for now . . . that had to be ignored. Because what she and Jane were looking at the house of their target and if Maria’s data was not completely rubbish, the man would arrive in a few minutes with his daughter who he was just picking up from school right now. As he did on every Tuesday.



This was certainly not the best part of Baltimore, but also far from being the worst. It was nothing special. He was still paying for the house, actually. The life insurance of his late wife had helped, but there were a healthy 35k still open until it was his.

It did not take too long, before the man showed up on the end of the street, where he had found a parking space. Now he walked up the street to his house with a qurily little girl telling him about her day.



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New York, Bronx, New Rose Hotel

On the other side of the door the courier looked around. Bike delivery was going out of style, so the man appreciated a client who paid triple. Also he asked him to come to such a place at night.

"Mr. Durand?" A very American spelling of Santiagos name which actually nobody should know. Had one of his "brothers" been stupid enough to give someone his real name? Francisco was probably that Green behind his ears, but did he even know? Probably not. "I have a delivery for you."

"Who knows we are here?" The Model asked the more important question. A very good question actually. Even she had that much brains.

"No need to sign anything, shall I leave it in front of the door?" The delivery boy asked.

Tag: Dioskouros


Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

"Oh great!" The Girl replied with all enthusiasm you had on your first day.

The box remained in the booth and they began their tour. And then, the box began to vibrate. As if there was a mobile inside.

"Maybe you wanna open this before we go?" Tina asked and even Jerry was surprised. "Came this morning real early." He said and looked at it as if he expected something to jump out of the box any second now. Monotony made the smallest distraction a major event.

It stopped vibrating and began again immediately.

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Washington D.C., 6th Street near Morris, The Ludlow-Taylor Elementary School

"He usually is here at night. You sure he isn't in trouble? The boy is through enough I heard. That fire ..." Mickey was obviously concerned about the boy he barely knew. Moore sighed and looked up to the older man.

"No, just a few questions. Well, he isn't here tonight, is he?" The U.S. Marschall talked to Mickey without turning to him. Instead he looked at the graffiti someone had sprayed on the wall and compared it to something in his phone.

"Oh I will be so in trouble for this." Mickey signed. Moore smiled and finally turned. "I would not worry too much about it." He said and searched for something in his coat. "Oh the school is really tough about vandalism, they will blame me. And political. They are going to burn me for this.

Moore sighed. He looked around and when he was sure he was alone he looked into his mobile again and went half to his knees.

"What are you doin' man?" Mickey asked. "Getting the right angle of the boy." Moore answered.

"What?!"

It was the last thing Mickey said, before Moore took out the old .38 and shot him twice.

Then he picked up his normal phone and called police. "Anthony Moore here. Yeah. Got a code 187. The shooter is a young boy. He killed a guard at 6th near Morris. The school." He listened to the woman on the other side. "Yeah. Armed and dangerous I would say. Just killed the poor old chap. I will await for you guys to show up."

He looked at the dead nightguard and the surprised look on the man's face. Then he picked out his "new" phone.

"Yeah, I got a lead on the boy. Should have him soon. But sending you a picture, guess I got lucky. Your artist seems to be nearby." He send the picture of the graffiti and cleaned the gun of any prints before throwing it into the darkness.

"One day Simmons you will pay for all this."

Tag: Nobody


Washington D.C., The Morton Hotel

It really wasn't fancy, but not bad either. The hotel Miles had booked for Sebastian was typically middle class, with a bar and a night desk, but nothing more. This kind of hotel was happy when someone booked for ten nights and they did not question the ownership of the credit card. That way Miles had booked a hotel room on his name and Sebastian could not be traced to the scene of his actions.

But at this hour it was also pretty empty. The night manager waved to Sebastian when he entered. "Mr. Harris? A package for you!" He held up a box not much bigger than one for a mobile phone.

Outside Kyle had barely kept up the speed after allowing the distance between them to grow. But he had been right. The Hotel had been nearby. Right opposite of a local diner was the clean, New and unspectacular building. Except the night manager there was no personelle to be seen. And his gray hooded target had just entered with the ease of someone who had been there for a while.

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OOC: Combined with LordT who provided me answers to my questions. Funny game.

Maria Liang, Transit and Baltimore

Nothing would she have liked better than talking to Jane, preparing for what was before them. She understood the other woman's concern, she really did. This was her first wetwork after all. Ordering the death of someone and causing it would be two very different things she imagined. But there was no time to talk. Adrian ... Mr. Simmons had been so clear about it.

So she put up her three laptops the moment they were in the plane and began her work. Four targets to locate. The Spaniard was the mess of John, but she send him what she had. The biometric data from the Europeans and his arrival place and time as well as a number of known associates. He used a false identity probably and had neither used cards nor a mobile. The last one was obviously a mistake. Nobody could warn him. Someone would give him up. He was a matter of time. Hopefully they would find him rather sooner than later.

Then she turned to the boy. Kyle. Moore's task. Homeless. But in the modern world having no address did not make you invisible. She entered his name and set of the algorithm to check databases and social networks for him. His parents had died and that meant, social services should be looking for him. She found a note of Michael Shane in the files who had reported seeing the boy near the school he was moonlighting as a guardsman. Fairly recent entry. She send that one to Moore.

Then Elena. Russian. Russia's Governemnt was not exactly a prime example of digitalization. This one would be legwork. No biometric data. A shame. But she found she was a gold digger from St. Petersburg. That was what social networks implied. Spend time in Zürich, where she had been skiing in St. Moritz with a millionaire. She had left about three month ago for the US. No flight - no card used. But an ICE report. She had a three month permit about to expire. Strange. So she had come by private plane? Cruise ship? Someone rich? Her work permit as a model had been denied. At least they had plenty of good pictures of her.

But she was living from someone elses credit card. Maria checked Elena's mobile data. Russian. She needed to hack this. Later. That took time.

Maria finally turned her attention to the toughest of the bunch.

LEGO was kind of a challenge. She had no name. That made things complicated. Why did they not have a name? Her algorithm checked tourist permits with his art tours and came up empty. Was he traveling incognito? Maybe he was making holiday where he worked and fell outside the parameters. She decided the data approach would not work. Follow the money. Auctions of art. Requests to his agents. He had earned a few millions by selling of selected artworks, which had been transferred to an account on the British Virgin Islands. Oh he was good. But he was hiding from journalists, not her. The Shadow Network could link to the anti-terror list that was keeping track of all offshore Swift transactions. Oh the SWIFT system was adorable in how easy it could be traced. She had only one transaction. Money was transferred to a German notary. A house was bought. Hamburg, Germany. 1.4 Million. Harvestehude. Best part of town. Checking the registry took to long. These things were still not digital. The notary could be hacked, but had he bought it himself? No. She went back to the countries LEGO had been to and linked into the registration of visitors. Dubai. Israel. USA. Running an algorithm she would look for Germans from Hamburg. She guessed one name would come up having visited all three countries. His movements were invisible maybe. But she would have his name.

By the time she landed only Elena remained elusive. Maybe the algo hunting for pictures in the Social Networks would locate her.

--------

She had felt much more comfortable with the computers than sitting in the car with a gun in her bag with Jane. Baltimore was nothing special. The area was nothing special. The house wasn't. And then she saw the man. Just as predicted he came home with his little girl. "Dammit, she is young." She spoke this out loud as she saw him with her. He loved his daughter. She could see that from his eyes. Surprising they did not use that to gain leverage and information, but instead killed him. Was Simmons so sure he knew everything he needed to know? Really? "Do we wait until he puts her to bed? That will probably be in an hour or two." Dinner. Tooth brushing. Then bed. The man had no idea it would be his last supper.

Seeing the girl made her suddenly very uncomfortable about what they were about to do. "We won't have her watch it, do we?"

Tag: GalacticVagabond, LordT

 

IC: Jane
Warehouse, Washington D.C.

Jane nodded slowly hearing Maria's admittance that she'd had some training. Her brow lowered a little. Training was useful it prepared your body for the real thing but, nothing could prepare your mind for actual combat. She was quiet as they made their way to the airport. Once on the jet Jane sat across from Maria as she cracked open three laptops and began working.

"Three," Jane said with a slight laugh, "you must be a real go getter." Her partner was silent burred in her work. Jane for her part took some time to walk the cabin stretch a bit. She came up behind Maria and put her arms around the head rest looking over the analyst's shoulder. It was a blur of data, pictures and math. It was a lot and Jane could barely keep up with it all. She could make out some of the names, Maria was looking up more information on their targets, always useful. Jane's eyes began to hurt so she returned to her seat.

"You can keep track of all that. Do you have a photographic memory or something?" the freelancer sat back relaxing a little, she didn't feel any nerves or jitters, this was not her first mission. She could still remember her first, he hands were shaking so much she could barely aim her weapon, a Glock 17. With that thought and the stability of a plane in flight she took the time to disassemble the weapon to make sure it was in working order. She doubted Simmons would give her a faulty weapon but, it's always the one time you don't check it, is the time it fails. With practiced ease she turned the gun into its constituent parts and gave them a hard look.

Once assured she put it back together at lightning speed, in a handful of seconds a spread of parts became a weapon. This wasn't her showing off, this was just how she did things, she couldn't consciously slow her body down when it came to weapons. She loved taking them apart fixing them and most importantly using them.

The two women touch down in the city and quickly find the nondescript car set aside for their use. Jane instantly took the driver's seat guiding them to their destination. Their target Marcus Lambs lived in a rather middling neighborhood, not too rundown but, not extremely wealthy either.

Jane's brown eyes fall on the man walking with his daughter. The killer didn't feel anything looking upon the little girl's face. If her father had to die then so be it.

"Dammit, she is young." Jane snapped her head around brow furrowed.

"Yes, that a problem?"

"Do we wait until he puts her to bed? That will probably be in an hour or two." Maria continued.

"Maybe, we have other options." Options Jane was currently running though her head. If it was a slightly more dangerous place, she would think nothing of shoving father and daughter into an alley then killing the father. It would be written off as Mugging gone 'wrong'. She might have to kill the daughter too but, most criminals don't make it a habit to murder children, it's bad for their reputation.

They could disappear his body. Kill him quietly in the night take the body then find someplace to stash it while it slowly dissolves in a barrel of lye. Or they could strap cinderblocks to the corpse and drop it into the Chesapeake Bay. That could work but, they couldn’t use the guns handed to them 9mm had a good chance of exiting the skull and leaving a splatter of red on whatever surface they engaged him near. With a .22 that wouldn’t be a problem, not enough energy to pierce the skull and second time. They could also just strangle him with the two of them together could make easy work of him. They would have to take great care to not disturb the surroundings make it look like he just disappeared in the night. Questions would be raised, a missing persons report would be filed but, nothing would come of it.

Then there was the third option break in, kill him, take a few items, make it look like a robbery. The only problem with that plan was what to do with the stuff they took, drop it off at a Goodwill and homeless shelter, maybe with a few of the homeless. As she was thinking Maria spoke up breaking her train of thought.

"We won't have her watch it, do we?"

"Hell no…"Jane exclaimed, "That'd make her a witness and we’d have to make one body too many. We are here to kill her father not her. However if she sees what happens, we may have no choice." She said these words somewhat coldly, as if that was just the way things worked. "We’ll wait until the girl is asleep, then we sneak in and kill Lambs. I would prefer to just strangle him and carry his body back to the car that leaves us open to being seen by the neighbors thought what cop is going to believe their story. That a perfectly honest man was murdered and stuffed into the back of a generic car. Cops on the whole have rather closed minds, they won’t be looking too deep into this." She spoke from experience and with cold calculation this was a job to her, one she would like to do right.

"If things go wrong, we make it look like a robbery, take a television, computer, and game console if he has one. We drop the stuff off somewhere far away, a charity drop off, or in place the homeless frequent. I don’t think anyone’s going to look too hard there. It might be curious but, less than a man disappearing leaving behind spray of blood on the walls." Jane gave a icy glare over to Maria. "You get all that. I don’t plan on shooting anyone tonight, you use your gun as a last resort."

She waited for Maria's response, afterwards they would sit, letting the time pass until it was the golden hour, to murder a man in his own house.

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LEGO
Morton Hotel, Washington D.C.

The feeling of being followed was always there when he got spotted. But tonight it was a bit worse than usually.

"Mr. Harris? A package for you!" The night manager shouted through the lobby. He almost ignored him, when he realized Mr. Miles Harris was him. He had checked in under his agents name. Miles had booked via booking.com.

A package? Maybe Miles? Who else? Had he a book printed or something. He wasn't sure anymore. This US thing really was exhausting. Two more nights. Maybe three.

Turning around he looked at the small package. To small for a book. Slowly he made his way through the empty lobby and took the package, weighing it in his hands.

"Thank you and good night." He made his way to the elevators to get to his room and the Single Malt he had there. Lagavulin 16 years old. God, he did not drink a lot lately. But now that the tension left him he would a glas to put him to the much deserved sleep.

He wasn't twenty anymore. This kind of life was not as fun as it used to be.

Tag: LordT, Ktala

 

IC: Kawin Muthurangu
Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

"Oh great!" The Girl replied with all enthusiasm you had on your first day.

It was hard for him to believe he had ever been that wide eyed and bushy tailed about work, especially work in customer service. Then again being in the present made the past hard to really appreciate. It all made him want to grab somebody and ask them was he really that bad when he first started? Please let the answer be no, but he had the feeling he just might of in some dark corner of his mind. The box remained in the booth and they began their tour. And then, the box at his station began to vibrate. As if there was a mobile inside.

They had only taken a few steps, so possibly saying it had started beyond the vague, this is the cubicle district where we work pun was shared. And now this. He froze. It was a reasonable action he felt, anyone in customer service knew the adage about suspicious items being delivered that go boom. Definitely brought him up short as he stared at it.

"Maybe you wanna open this before we go?" Tina asked and even Jerry was surprised. "Came this morning real early." He said and looked at it as if he expected something to jump out of the box any second now. Monotony and paranoia made anything new scary. Add in a dash of working in a profession where everyone either loved or hated you at the end of a prepackaged spiel and a pinch of the fact that terrorists were real. . .well it wasn't that big of leap to wonder if he should start replaying his life before his eyes.

It stopped vibrating and began again immediately. Letting out a large sigh he moved over to open it and removed whatever was inside. Opening a drawer he pulled out a letter opener shaped like a small sword, only the tip truly was sharp so it could do the job of piercing the tape. So legally within company policy, unlike the ceramic fillet knife he had strapped on his inner thigh. That was merely one of those sanity techniques to focus on so his mind could drift off while performing monotonous tasks here, which was nearly all, one person had tried bringing in a fly fishing kit but the pranks that had ensued had dissuaded him of anything larger than maps to prep his hunting or fishing trips.

"Sorry, I'll take care of whatever this is quickly." he simply said as he furrowed his brow. "Wouldn't want to have whatever this is get on Jerry's last nerve." he finished with a slight grin.

Tag: LordTroepfchen

 

Kyle
Morton Hotel, Washington D.C.


Kyle made it. He had managed not to lose the tagger. The guy was good. He barely managed
to kept up with the man. But he did manage to keep him in sight. And so, Kyle found himself looking at the front of the Morton Hotel. Plain, middle of the row place. Good thing. Since it wasnt one of the fancier places, it meant less security. But they had a night desk clerk. And it probably meant it was monitored as well. Kyle moved up closer,
as the 'tagger' moved inside. There was a diner across the street. Kyle looked around, incing up towards a side window.He just managed to catch the elevators doors closing.

Kyle watched as the elevator moved up, and then stopped at a certain floor. Then Kyle disappeared around to the side of the building. He wasnt too worried about the night manager spotting him. He was more worried about the diner across the street. He didnt need to been seen as suspicious. Besides, he might go over there a little later. He
might need a warm spot.

So Kyle quickly moved over towards the left side of the building. It was a 50 - 50 chance that the tagger might have a room on this side of the building. So he waited to see if a light came on. He also scanned for any outside cameras and lights. Kyle tried to think of his options. Well, there was a fire escape. He could probably reach the rungs, and pull it down. He could possible get to the floor of the tagger, or perhaps even the roof. But then what? He almost wished he had a can of spray paint. He'd return the favor.

Kyle was at a loss of what to do. Kyle lost his safe spot, because of this jerk. This guy, was no ordinary tagger. For one, he wasnt some punk kid. He changed his look quick enough. And then this place. A hotel room? So there was a good chance he wasnt a local. He had detected an accent earlier. And he didnt tag some gang name or stuff like that. But some strange artesy kinda phrase. Kyle frowned deeply. This wasnt turning out liked he hoped. But there was one good thing about this place. Between the diner and the hotel, he should be able to hack a wi-fi connection. He could type in that strange phrase, and see if it came back with anything. Maybe later. Right now, he just needed a place to get off the street. The longer he stood, the longer he could be spotted.

So after he checked for outside cameras and lights, he waited to see if a light came on. Staying in the shadows, Kyle patiently waited. If he didnt see a light come on, he might just go up on the roof, if no cameras would catch him. Sometimes, doors were left unlock. Especially in the area of the kitchen, and the trash dumps. That might find him something useful too. Kyle would just have to wait and see what opportunity presented itself to him. Waiting was something Kyle was used to. Even as angry as he was, he knew that to loose his cool, meant mistakes. And right now, Kyle coudlnt afford to make any. So while he waited, Kyle also check the ground around him. Any sewage drains might become useful too, but he hoped he would not have to come to that. That would really suck.



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Maria Liang, Baltimore, Car.

Maria watched the man and his son. No guns Jane said. Strangle him at home? She did not like the plan. This man was dangerous. He had to be. Otherwise he would not be on the list. Nothing hinted at any kind of military training. No overseas travels. No terrorist camps. But something about him made him dangerous enough to end up on the list.

"Blood and bullets are no concern for us. Adrian ... I mean Simmons can make those things vanish. But time is of essence. Remember?" Maria signed. "Whatever these guys are doing, maybe he does it in the house. Maybe he is a Hacker. Or coordinates an operation. Whatever it is, we should do it now." Maria looked at her partner. "Right now." Grabbing her gun in the bag she awaited the freelancers reaction.

Security and being untraceable was good, but what if they ran out of time?

Her eyes returned to the man and his daughter. What made a man like him such a dangerous individual? Her stomach told her something was not right here. So many operations, but this one was very different. Subtle things. But these guys were no ordinary targets.

"Something is wrong here." She said this more to herself.

Tag: GalacticVagabond, LordT

 

IC: Jane
Baltimore, Car

Jane quirked her brow hearing a first name being uttered. Was there a deeper connection between her and Simmons. Maria reached for her gun and Jane acted.

With lightning quickness she gripped the slide of Maira’s weapon reaching across her do do so. Jane forced the barrel down with surprising strength given her small frame.

"Are you insane?" the Freelancer growled. "You were the one that got all squeamish about killing him in front of his daughter, now you want to go in guns blazing?" Her eyes glared. "If we take our time do this right, we’ll save 'Adrian'," The way she said the name was half-way between threatening and mocking, "Some time on his end and maybe you earn a gold star for your diligence and you don’t stain those pretty little hands with the blood of a child." Jane lets out a sharp breath. "Unless you are dead set on doing this now, I can make entry now, I’ll kill the daddy you kill the little girl. Sound fair?" This was a challenge, to see this woman’s convictions. Jane would have no problem killing the girl, the only problem was the child wasn’t on their list. It might make her employer very upset. "Do you think Adrian will accept this collateral damage, do you think you’ll still be his favorite when it was you that took the initiative to kill a child?"

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ooc: I realized I am not posting because I wanted to have one photo in my post. Makes zero sense. Karla, please open the link in your post.

Washington D.C., The Morton Hotels and Alley

The room was rather big, clean and totally okay. But it was nothing special. Not at all.

His laptop was still open and a single mail had be received since he had gone out. It was Miles, of course. HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!?!

The mail linked to an article claiming, that the famous Artist LEGO might be a collective of artists after all. Because yesterday night there had been two artworks appearing simultaneously in the US. One Sebastian knew. It was his piece from last night. The other? He had not been in New York the night before and he had never before seen it.

EVER BEEN TO ANTVILLE? HE HAS. WHY VOTE FOR THE LESSER EVIL?
And the classical Vektor of the President.

It looked very, very authentic. But it wasn't his.



The lights went on above as expected. Third level. Second room. Emergency stairs leading right to the window. But before Kyle could make out anything else ...

"I have been expecting you, Kyle. Also I did hope we would not meet again so soon."

The voice seemed weak and stressed, as if the man was speaking under pain. It did not make it any less scary if someone showed up out of nowhere in a dark alley like this. Behind you. At night.

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The grey hoody looked very familiar to Kyle probably. But it was impossible the tagger had made it down here so fast. Apart from the hoody nothing was familiar about this man. The contrary was the case. He had an air of strangeness around him. The way he moved, he talked, the way the shadows consumed his features in utter darkness.

"Guess you are really angry about the school thing are you?" The hooded man gave a weak laugh which turned into a cough. "Least of your problems, Kyle."

Keeping a few meters distance the man looked at him.

Tag: Fin, Ktala

ooc: send you a PM about the package, Fin



Washington D.C., The White House, Presidents residence

Mel looked at her dad and shook her head. "Nobody knows. Totally cool is it? Google is saying something about an ancient blog hosting system. You used to write a blog Dad? Everybody is out there trying to find out!" Her mother appeared behind her. She looked concerned.

Joel answered the same moment.

I got nothing. Meyers asked today if we know anything about an Antville? Did not think much of it, until I saw the news about this LEGO guy. Then a second one. He says you have been there?

"But if you tell me who LEGO is I am gonna ask him! Hm? Good idea?" Mel was not one to give up so fast. She had that from her father, her mum always said.

The problem became apparent. The Meyers that Joel mentioned was General Roger Meyers, member of the National Security Council. If he asked about Antville it was nothing that should show up in Grafitti.

Tag: HanSolo29



Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center


Out of the package a single vibrating object fell into the hand of Kawin. A mobile. A Chinese one. Looked cheap. The number that called was identified a A FRIEND. Nothing else was in there.

Nothing else was needed. This mobile had this strange aura of being a life-changing event. Something that had made it's way through a chain of events to this time and place to trigger something.

Tag: Mitth_Fisto

ooc: Send you a PM, Mitth.


Baltimore, Lambs House, Car

They were still discussing, when a new person entered the scene. A few steps away from his house a bicycle courier stopped Lambs and jumped off. They talked for a moment and then Lamb received a package. No signature or anything needed. Lamb talked to his daughter and then opened the package, drawing something that looked like a smartphone from it. It looked like he immediately took a call as he brought it to his ear. The tension filling him was obvious and with a gesture he told his daughter to move into the house, as his eyes began searching for something. He found it.

Lambs looked straight at the car with the two women inside.

Tag: @galactic-vagabound22, TheSithGirly

 

Kyle
Washington D.C., The Morton Hotels and Alley


The lights went on above as expected. Third level. Second room. Emergency stairs leading right to the window. But before Kyle could make out anything else ...

"I have been expecting you, Kyle. Also I did hope we would not meet again so soon."

Kyle leaped with a startled yelp, as he jumped forward, hoping to put something... ANYTHING between the voice that suddenly spoke out behind him. A trash bin was handy, and he landed there, his heart racing, as he tried to catch his breath. How the @&$#&^$#!!! had this man snuck up behind him?! New found panic gripped the youth. This had the words TRAP written all over it.

As Kyle tried to calm himself, noticed that the tagger's voice seemed a bit different somehow. He seemed weak and stressed, as if the man was speaking in pain. But the accent was there. But the way the tagger moved and talked was - different. It was hard to explain. It was also strange how the man was staying in the shadows. The 'tagger' continued to talk to him. "Guess you are really angry about the school thing are you?" The hooded man gave a weak laugh which turned into a cough. "Least of your problems, Kyle."

He had NOT been imagining. The man called him by name. Twice. That was bad. Very bad. No way this guy should have his name. He didnt use his name on the streets. Not his real name, anyways. Kyle began to search like mad, for a place, ANY PLACE where he could run away from this man. This guy was giving off warning vibes like mad. Suddenly the sewer was starting to sound like a good place to be.

"Kyle? What are you talking about?" Kyle spoke in a low voice, as he frantically looked around for an escape. Over a fence would be preferable than running out into the street in front of the Hotel. Or if the alley had a side street, he would take it. And he would certainly take a drainage spot. He was small, and could easily slip through it. Right now, escape was his only thought, as he was quickly inching himself away from this guy as best he could. All he needed was one place small enough for him to slip into, where the man could not follow him.



Tag: DarkLordoftheFins, LordTroepfchen

 

IC: Jane
Baltimore, Car

Jane noticed out of the corner of her eye she saw a bicycle messenger arrive. It wasn’t enough for the freelancer to break her gaze from the woman next to her. When the Lambs open the box and put a phone to his ear Jane turned her attention to him. He tensed searching around Jane didn’t like what was happening. She held up her hand silencing any reply Maria had to give. Lambs eyes fell on her and she knew, they were made. As she ordered his daughter into the house the assassin threw the car into drive and pulled away from the parking space.

“Looks like you get your wish.” She snarled, directing the car around the block out of sight of their target. As she pulled into another empty space she drew her own pistol. “We’re going now, you take the front I’ll take the back.” She forcefully opened the driver side door. Chambering a round into the glock she tucked it into holster on her hip covered by her jacket. Without looking behind her she looked for the most direct route to the back door of the simple home. She wouldn’t waste any time though if a route wasn’t apparent she’d just walk back down the street and circle around to the back. That was where she’d make entry, weapon drawn. The clock was ticking now. Someone was warning their targets, there was a leak.

That problem would have to be dealt with later right now, her paycheck was trying to escape. She couldn’t have that.

TAG: TheSithGirly LordTroepfchen

 

Maria Liang, Baltimore, Car.

Maria looked at Jane. Would she still be his favourite? Oh she wished so much that the answer was YES , but the truth was, she wasn't sure. Adrian was dark. Darker than most knew.

Then the courier arrived and Maria raised a brow. So she had been right, something was happening. They had waited to long. The man took a call and send away his daughter and then ... he looked straight at them.

We have been ...

She did not end the thought, because Jane was moving the car around the next corner. Something was yelled about front doors and back doors. Jane went for the back door. Maria felt the adrenaline kick in as she readied her gun and jumped out of the car. She began running ... running towards the front door. Had the man even entered the house? What if he had not? What if he had run? Jane would wait at the back door. Suddenly Maria realized the situation might make her pull the trigger. And she wondered if that was a good or a bad thing in her eyes.

Tag: GalacticVagabond, LordT

 

IC: Kawin Muthurangu
Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

Out of the package a single vibrating object fell into the hand of Kawin. A mobile. A Chinese one. Looked cheap. The number that called was identified a A FRIEND. Nothing else was in there.

To say that he was both relieved and perplexed would be an understatement. Who sent a phone to him? And not to mention he couldn't think of a single person that would label themselves as A FRIEND. . .unless this was another step in his bosses prank. Yeah, get a cute intern to train and now the price. With a heavy sigh he felt that this was going to be a turning point in his life.

Why? Well he just didn't know. Perhaps it was just the way life had been going. It just felt like something had to give, and this phone, well this phone felt like it or at least the start of it somehow.

"Sorry. Just be a moment." he simply said in apology before answering the phone. As he listened he frowned, his mouth partly parting as he worked through what the voice on the other end was telling him. Then the line went dead and he looked at the phone like a foreign thing. He had to admit it made him think of a few sci-fi plot lines, if the hero didn't do something there was no story, and with no story. . .what was the point? Perhaps he would look foolish, but he knew he could swing it with his boss easily enough.

"Jerry, I gotta go. You mind?" he indicated with a wave toward the blonde bubble nearby as he pocketed the phone. "I think my ex just found a new layer of hell for me. I need to run home and make sure of a few things. I'll try to get back but if I don't, cover for me alright?"

With a turn he looked at the young woman, "I am so sorry. Hopefully I'll see you later. I just have to go home and take care of something." Furtively waving he pocketed his letter opener and began leaving before anyone could refuse, "Thanks." he furtively said to Jerry as he headed to duck out of work after dropping his punch card on his cubicle mates desk.

Tag: LordTroepfchen

 

Washington D.C., The Morton Hotels and Alley

"Oh Kyle. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle." The man took one step closer to him and shook his head.

"You wanna run? Run. There is just nowhere to run to, as you will soon find out." The he inhaled. A rasping noise. "So vorhersehbar."


Above Sebastian could hear the voice below. Speaking German. It sounded familiar probably. And it was this moment the phone started ringing. It was on silent mode, but clearly vibrating. The display showed the "name" of the caller. "A friend."

Tag: Fin, Ktala

ooc: Send a PM Fin.



Washington D.C., The White House, Presidents residence

Matt picked up immediately and it was obvious he was still working. "Hey." Was all he said, the two were long beyond the point were nightly calls were surprising.

“Matt? What is this I hear about Joel meeting with Roger Meyers and possibly other members of the NSC earlier today? Anything I should know about? Or was it just a passing thing?” Matt sighed. "As far as I know Joel had a visit from Meyers this afternoon. He told me, but I did not think too much of it, because they seemed to have talked about nothing meaningful."

"Well, Joel was pretty forthcoming, so I don’t think there was any ill intent. He did mention that Antville was a subject of interest. I assume you’ve seen the most recent media reports on the graffiti artist, right? It’s that Antville. Joel seemed to insinuate that Meyers may have known about it even before it broke to the media.”
Matt was now stopping whatever he had been doing. "Graffiti Artist? This LEGO guy?" Matt saw how serious this was now. "Can you do me a favor? I know it’s late, but I need you to look into this Antville thing – its significance, the connection to LEGO…to me – everything.

“I want to know what I’m up against…and if it’s a threat.” There was another long pause. When Kurt spoke again, his voice had lowered considerably. “This could be more than just my reputation on the line.”

Matt breathed out. "You know what? Antville I heard this before. The Professor? The guy who wants an audience tomorrow? He talked about Antville, too." Matt was now tense. "I will look into it. I will have a deep look." The typing into the computer was heard in the background. "Oh my God." He barely became religious. "Antville. Shall I get Meyers here?" The man would certainly not mind coming to his President at night. "Meyers is loyal, but you know him. He is not a man of gossip or political games. Maybe asking him directly is the quickest way to find out?"

Tag: HanSolo29



Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

Jerry shrugged. "Sure", was his only replay. Tina took it less lightly. Already nervous she almost jumped up and down and nodded. "Oh of course yes sure I hope to see you soon and what a pleasure to meet you I am so excited to work here ..." It was talking as if all sentences melted into one pot of insecurity. "Intake care of her." Jerry sighed and then gave her a broad shark grin. "Hey Sweetie."

He made it out without anyone taking too much notice. He was almost out of the building when he recognized someone he actually did not recognize. A young man at the reception. "My name is Ben Miller frontage national lottery, I am looking for one hell of a lucky bastard called Kevin Mutarangow." The name was spoken in the most American way one could spell it. But the man did not look like a lottery man. Of course Kate from reception did not have the brain for that. At least he had not seen Kawin yet and it was still possible to slip past him.


Tag: Mitth_Fisto




Baltimore, Lambs House, Car

Jane arrived at the back of the house and immediately would recognize something was wrong. No sound from inside, no activity and certainly nobody charging out of the door. Lambs had not went into the house. Which meant ... he was somewhere at the other side. He was Maria's problem.

And he was indeed. Lambs and her almost collided, as he ran into her direction. He managed to stop and slides a bit over the ground, his eyes wide open and looking at Maria. He had the mobile still at his ear.

"She is here." He only said these words to whoever was on the phone and his eyes showed terror. The pure terrifying realisation he was about to die. "The Asian one." He slowly lowered the mobile and from the telephone the voice of a young woman could be heard. "I am so sorry." She said. The the sound of hanging up. Peep. Peep. Peep. Lambs looked at Maria and all he could say ... with tears in his eyes ... was ... "Please!"

Tag: @galactic-vagabound22, TheSithGirly

 

Kyle
Washington D.C., The Morton Hotels and Alley

Kyle was busy, trying to scope a way out of this nightmare, when the strange man began to speak once more.

"Oh Kyle. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle." The man took one step closer to him and shook his head. Kyle pressed himself closer to the trash bin. "You wanna run? Run. There is just nowhere to run to, as you will soon find out." The the man took a loud, noisy breath. "So vorhersehbar."

Ok. He could not fake his way out of this. The man obviously knew who he was. But what was he talking about? No place to run? And the way he said it. There was something in his voice that gave Kyle pause. And that last word he
spoke. It kinda sounded German like. But he had no idea what the word meant. The way this guy breathed, he coudlnt catch him if he wanted to. At least, not by running. The man could shoot Kyle, but why bother with talking first?

Too many questions.

Kyle stuck his head out from around the bin, to look at the old man. "What are you talking about? I havent done anything?" Kyle became a bit bolder, and stood up, still keeping the trash bin between himself and the man. He
frowned. "And what do you mean by saying, 'You hoped we would not meet again so soon?' I never seen you before in my life!"

Kyle was still fighting the urge to run. But if this guy had something to say, especially if it was about him, a small voice inside told him that he might want to listen. Besides, as long as the guy was not threatening him, he could listen. But, there was still so many questions. Like how this guy knew about what happened at the school. No way he could have followed him. And he was kinda dressed the like guy he had been chasing. This was turning into a
very weird night.



Tag: DarkLordoftheFins, LordTroepfchen

 

ooc: posted for TSG, whose computer died today.

Maria Liang, Baltimore, Street

And suddenly he was there, talking to someone on the phone and begging for his life.

Maria raised the gun and saw her hand was trembling. It did not matter on this distance. She stared at the man and allowed an eternal second to pass. It stretched to an unbearable length. Then she took aim and did what she was knowing she had to do. She pulled the trigger. Twice. Aiming at his chest. When he was on the ground she would step over him and give him a final bullet right into his head.

She killed.
For the very first time she killed a man.
It was frightening.
It shattered her existence and rebuild it.
It was also intoxicating.
It felt like ... power. Real, undeniable power.

When he was dead she would grab the phones and run. Something had gone wrong here. Someone had known they were going to come. But whoever tried to save Mr. Lambs, ... had failed.

Tag: GalacticVagabond, LordT

 

LEGO
Morton Hotel, Washington D.C.

This voice.

German?

Sebastian watched at the phone and then down there. The boy? Was it THE boy? Had he followed him? Maybe he had recognized the art and wanted to lift the secrecy around LEGO.

The vibrating mobile ended his line of thought. Did he really wanted to pick up a call by someone who send him a gun?

He took a deep breath and realized he suddenly felt like a man in a Murakami novel. The school, the boy, the package, the copy cat, the gun, the German down there and then ... A FRIEND. Calling. On a Chinese mobile that wasn't his.

The feeling that all of this was connected, that there was no coincidence but a chain of events leading to ... what?!?

If he picked up the phone something was about to happen. He knew that. And what was bad about this? Hm?

He brought it to his ear and picked the phone up. "Yes?"

The girl began to speak. She knew him. She knew ... many things.

"I am listening." That was all he said. Then he listened. When she was done he lowered the mobile and looked at it as if it would reveal any additional information. It didn't. It only cost him precious seconds.

So what? Are you here to save the world? The boy is none of your business!

He was not convinced. Of course he was here to do good. Why else did he spray his political views on walls each night?

You are loosing time. Move! Move now!

And he took a deep breath and then he began to descend the steep stairs of the fire escape. He did not care how loud he was. If he was not quick enough the boy would die.

Suddenly he was happy to have a gun.

Tag: LordT, Ktala

 

Washington D.C., The Morton Hotels and Alley

"What are you talking about? I havent done anything?" The man laid his head aside a bit. "Not everybody would agree to that, I assume." The man stepped back again and then seemed to look up for a moment.

"And what do you mean by saying, 'You hoped we would not meet again so soon?' I never seen you before in my life!"

"That is also a question of perspective I'd say." The man shrugged. "These things are terribly complicated. But I hoped you would not be here so soon. Because this means it will begin. Soon. In a few seconds, as a matter of fact." The man retreated a bit farther into the shadows. "What I did was not easy. I just want you to know. We will be friends. And I do not have too many friends. So I am sorry about what will happen next. I am very sorry about what I will do to you." He paused. "But the worst evil in the world, is probably the one that is necessary."

There was a pause as from above there was noise. A moment of distraction. "You will understand, in time."

And he was gone. Simply gone. As if he had never been there. From above someone was making his way down the fire stairs.


Sebastian could not see who was talking, but someone was talking. To the boy. They stopped talking and the boy would probably return to the street ... unknowing what awaited him there. Sebastian knew now. If he believed what the voice on the telephone told him.


Tag: Fin, Ktala





Washington D.C., The White House, Oval Office

Meyers was the kind of man who dropped everything and came to his President, when the President called. The former three star General was therefore wearing Jeans and a shirt when he arrived in the Oval Office. It did not take this air of authority a man like him had. A leader of men, a life-long decision maker and veteran of three wars he had an undeniable air of an experienced warrior. "Mr. President? Chief?" He greeted Kurt and Matt and did not sit. Matt rolled his eyes and offered him a seat. "General, thanks for coming here at such an uncommon hour." Meyers waved the comment away and said down. His eyes showed the focus and intelligence of the man. "How can I help?"

Meyers was not knowing why he was here. That was obvious. But he was not nervous. Not showing any sign of anxiety. A man like him was not easily scared.

"You visited the Vice President today, right?" Matt took over the interrogation duty. He was good at it. Probably enjoyed it even. "Yes, I did. I was contacted in the afternoon by Roberts." Dave Roberts was the deputy director of the CIA. New to his job, but good at it, too. So far. "He asked me about my participation in an operation in 2004 and I explained to him that he was not cleared for such information." He said this as if it was natural the deputy director of the CIA had no clearance. Truth was, he had the highest security clearance outside the Presidents office. "He seemed to be especially interested in the process of initiating the operation." Meyers looked at the other two men. "Considering the nature of the operation I wondered if they planned to initiate one. Therefore I wanted to ask Joel if he knew anything."

Matt gave Kurt a long look. "Why did you not call us?" He asked then.

Meyers paused a moment. Then he sighed. "Mr. President, all of this was long before your term. Different times and different enemies." He finally leaned back. "Mr. President. Do you know what an Antville-Operation is?"

He sounded as if he did not expect them to know.

Tag: HanSolo29

 

Washington D.C., a flat

Adrian Simmons sat in the dark, his hand resting on his mobile to miss no vibration or message.

The Spaniard was dead. Killed by one of his bodyguards for a few thousands dollars. John had been the first to deliver a kill. All others would follow soon. He was confident.

Yet, things had been spiraling out of control too soon. Questions were asked and Professor Jared was talking too much. He had just been informed, that he had an appointment with the President. Also CIA had traced his operation an begun to ask questions. Simmons knew it was a matter of time until his operation was compromised now. Something unacceptable when you took into account what was at stake here. No he had to slow it down. Measures would be taken.

The mobile finally vibrated. The Source. The Source had finally called. He picked up immediately. "The Spaniard is dead." There was silence on the other side. Then the Source began to speak. "You are running out of time, Mr. Simmons." A long silence. "And with you the rest of the world." Then the call was over. Simmons grimaced in the dark. His headache became worse. A ticking clock was always a problem. One on which you did not know how much time was left ... even more so.

With a sigh he dialed John Yeng's number. "It is me. We might have another problem. I need you to take care of it. When can you be back in DC?"

Tag: Nobody, all