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  1. Sir_Draco Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 19, 2007
    star 4
    Rufus Jameson
    Motel

    The girl didn´t seem to have a huge interest in socializing. Rufus just raised a brow and closed the door, as he looked over at the Brit.

    "She is right about the whole shapechanger thing. He isn´t playing around a lot. He attacks on sight." The leg, he remembered the leg. It still hurt when he set it down. Probably it always would hurt when it touched the ground. there was no sense in being charming though, as the girl already was working. "So, there you got your exotic beauty, Mr. Bond." Rufus sighed and emptied his glass. Raising his brows he walked over to the backpack he had carried around. filleed with money, guns and the greatest treasure of their time . . . if rumors were true . . . or the paranoid diary of a student from Germany . . . if the brith had it right.

    [image=http://i.i.com.com/cnwk.1d/i/bto/20090603/Freescale01_540x304.jpg]

    He took the Laptop and took it from the bag, more of an envelope for it. With a push of the central button Rufus activated it and slowly walked over to Vine-Tempest again. Holding the screen he wondered if the computer was in this one of in the other part. He had little knowledge of computers, but this one was too tiny in a way.

    "I assume she is our only option?" Raising his brows he asked and then sighed, slowly approaching the woman. "Could you stop checking your mails for a second please and help us save the world?"

    Tag: Winged, LordT


    ooc: Fin that was it, right? The laptop? I was pretty sure that was the model.
  2. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    Chapter Five: Sinners

    Tarpenbekstreet

    The soldier looked at him for a long moment, then she pressed her headset against her ear. "Secure the girl, eliminate any others." The woman turned towards Markus and sighed. "Believe me, it looks different from the first person perspective." She hissed at him. "A lot different." She turned and nodded to her men. They were obviously guarding Markus now. While somewhere above them in the old house the steps on the stairs became louder. As the soldiers moved up. The house had always been unforgiving when it came to noise. But now the stomping of heavy boots seemed to foreshadow the death of the two uneven enemies . . . former lovers . . . friends . . . who stared at each other in the little old-fashioned, cheap kitchen.

    Tag: Mitth, Sirak, LordT


    Chapter One: An American Nightmare

    Improvised HQ

    The Colonel sat there and looked at the man. Then he suddenly withdrew his gun. He gently lay the Colt 1911 on the desk and you could see for a moment he had seriously, seriously considered shooting the man in front of him. With the state of Washington at this point, he might have gotten away with it. But then he took the photos and sighed. "What the hell, it won´t matter anymore." He sighed and looked up. "Smart of Mr. Prest to play those now. If things don´t go back to normal soon, those pics won´t interest anyone pretty soon. We sinners can only profit when the world is becoming hell, right?" He folded the pictures and put them into his jacket. "Dammit, she is in the East End. Canabara. Calvinstreet 39. Two soldiers did stumble on her by accident, I think. They secure her, but the team i send to retrieve her vanished without a trace. They say some Voodoo priest is now holding most of East End. Funny is it? How the Jamaicnas took over D.C.. They will write sweet little peace and protest songs about it one day." He took his gun and pushed it back. "You got what you wanted. Now let me take care of my job. I got a whole division moving into town and they aren´t returning my calls."

    Tag: Spy />
  3. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Streets

    He looked back at her, sympathy plain on his face, ?Believe me, I?ve learned that lesson since the day I set foot here to work with ESTI. By the way, would you happen to have the date? Since the Change broke loose here, I seem to have lost track of time. . .as well as my time tracking devices.? He added with a small grin as he stood there feeling the slight chill of being shirtless and currently without his watch.

    Well at least he still had his trousers, another small blessing. Perhaps in another few minutes he would be able to see Laura safe in custody and he Karl would probably show up in some unimagined capacity.

    TAG: Fin
  4. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: Combined with Sirak who is - once more - facing board problems. I blame her MAC

    Thomas Schröder & Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekflat

    Steps. There were steps. Thomas looked at the door behind them and coughed for the first time as he breathed the gas in.

    Slowly taking his backpack from his shoulders he turned to Laura. He had to give her a moment, or she would act out of instinct and that meant fight or flight. But the moments were becoming shorter with any second that passed. It was a long stairway, high and steep and he knew they needed forty, at least thirty seconds when they ran. Which they didn´t.


    Laura could not help but shake her head again and again. The logic of his argument had something to it. Obviously he didn´t need to kill her, but if she died she would life. Everybody would be alive. Everybody. "I . . ." The steps caught her attention, too. And suddenly she realised her other self might still be in here and the gas had probably spread into all of the flat. "Who are they?" She asked and from Thomas look he seemed to know exactly who it was.


    The Cave.

    The Writing.

    The Lonely place to die her father had told her about.

    Where am I and when? Who am I even? Am I Laura Blohm? Am I his daughter still? Or have I become something else?

    The observer of a dying world.

    Its final judge?



    "Murderers. And they are probably here to get you back to prison." Thomas hissed. "To put needles into your arms and that means they will do anything to keep you alive." He said and turned to her. Not necessary true, but likely. Laura looked at him and for three precious seconds none of them spoke. Then she made a decision. He saw her make one. It as in his eyes. And like an unqilling ally, like a lost friend returning to his life she turned and did exactly what had wanted her to. She moved towards the window. Swiflty he ran after her and took out his second gun as she opened the window.


    Escape from Thomas had somehow turned into escape with Thomas and she realized what a great mistake it was. But she would not go back to ESTI or any of her father´s people. No, never. Opening it the air hissed in and Laura sat down on the frame, turning on it until her legs were out and then she gave herself a push. Two and a half meters. He legs hurt from the impact of her slim body. But the pain began to vanish immediately. And then a deafening thunder became the only thing in the world.

    Tag: Fin, Mitth/>/>/>/>
  5. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    Tarpenbekstraße

    They probably never saw the window open and maybe they saw a shade drop from it in the darkening dusk they were in. But before the woman could give Markus any date, the explosion ripped apart the building behind them. Windows shattered, tongues made of fire hissed out of the three floors and seemed to reach out. The thunder of a gas explosion was numb and yet somehow deep and in it´s intensity deafening.

    It ripped the soldiers and Markus of their feet. Laura was more lucky, as she was right below it, protected from the shockwave by the walls of the very building that trmebled under the impact of igniting gas and burning air. Thomas though had not been completely out of it, when the first soldier shot at him and was catapulted away. The wave made sure he did not burn, but the impact on the concrete was hard and painful. He heard something in his left hand crack as it broke. Smoke filled his lungs.

    And then car sirens went of. Something only Laura and Markus heard, as both were the only ones who did not suffer from a loud ringing noise in their heads.

    The fire would spread, if nobody put it out and nobody to put it out was there.

    The blonde woman was the first to find back ot her feet. Stumbling, confused her eyes looked for an enemy immediately. "Rayamii!" She shouted into her headset and if anybody answered she would not hear it anyway. "RAYAMII!" And waving her gun she finally saw Laura at the wall nearby. She pointed her gun in her direction and shot. But with her balance in serious trouble the bullet shattered the glass of the bus stop a few meters away. Her fellow soldiers tumbled away from the scene, having the sense to retreat until they knew what hit them.

    Dark smoke and fire had suddenly remade the street into an almost too obvious metaphor of the world.

    Tag: Mitth, Sirak, LordT
  6. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Streets

    The building shook then, interrupting anything that she may have been about to say in response. Well to say the building shook was like saying the earth moved when someone fell in love, it was descriptive but terribly inaccurate. Dragging himself off the floor where he had been flung by the explosion saw the blond haired woman yelling for somebody named Rayamii. Whoever or whatever it stood for he didn?t know or care, especially with those infernal car alarms blaring to warn non-existent owners that they had just been disturbed.

    What truly caught his attention is the gunshot as the woman kept yelling. Looking out the window he saw Laura, the inhuman entity and it was like a euphoria to simply know she was still alive. Although it was also a terrible adrenalin rush to see that she was who the woman was firing her gun at. Luckily the woman?s aim was as bad as Janice had claimed her?s to be, God rest her soul. ?Deaf idiot brutes!? he yelled in frustration at what he saw.

    Sprinting he made to run past the blond, grabbing her gun as he went. He didn?t much care about the pain his flesh would feel, not at this junction. He needed a weapon and he needed to protect Laura. And he needed to give Karl a message. And he was supposed to be an observing witness, but being yet given to emotion, he could not stand by and simply watch. He had to act.

    TAG: Fin, Sirak, LordT
  7. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Thomas Schröder
    The Street


    He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. The explosion had taken his breath away and he felt like suffocating, as he gave up a first instinctual attempt to sit up. Where was he? He heard nothing and he saw only smoke and dust hurled up by the explosion. The tanks had probably went up and then the whole system. Otherwise it would not have caused such an explosion.

    It was the thought he had. It helped. Until he realized how stupid analysing this was, when he was hurt. And the word hurt made his body accept the pain again. Gasping out he rolled himself on his knees this time and shook his head. Laura? No, what he saw were more finnish soldiers with problems not so unfamiliar to his. And Markus. Where the hell did Markus come from? It was time to burn him or something and have him regenerate for a few month. That way he would at least have some peace. Markus had served his purpose.

    His gun was gone, but his bag was still there and he drew it from his back and ripped it open. The zipper gave way and revealed the drinks and the thrid gun. Actually had someone told him a few hours ago he would run out of those he would have laughed.

    Markus ran. Did he wanted to attack the woman? Get her gun or something? Thomas doubted that would be so easy, taking a gun from a soldier. But she wasn´t here alone, was she`Where were the others and where was Laura? Sweet Laura?

    Lauralauralaura.

    Tag: Mitth, Sirak, Fin
  8. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Lilith
    Jabe-hospital

    Carl smiled, and it was the smile of a madman. She could see it all over his expression, his pose, his demeanour. He exchanged insults with his father, thinly veiled, of course, and Lilith edged her foot a few more inches towards the door.

    She kept her face fearful - just enough to keep it under control, to keep the sweat running from her face, armpits and legs, and she ignored her hair as it splayed itself to her face, concealing one of her eyes as she dipped back her head to keep the saltiness from her eyes. They were wet anyway, because her eyes were glassy, red raw from her earlier scream -

    Lilith took a breath, pulling her mind out of it.

    She scowled, taking a step into the discussion. "What don't I know. What have you done, Carl?" Lilith was building herself into the conversation, and then there was a wave, and the laptop shattered. Lilith practically jumped, the silence of speech interrupted by the loud noise. And then Carl was in-front of her.

    Lilith took a half step back, because she couldn't help herself. And then she was upon the wall, and he was poised about her, whispering to her like a lust-filled lover. A dominatrix seeking his fix. Lilith knew these symptoms. She was an expert at taking them into herself, turning them about so that she was on top, and the peon would be feeding her power, but all of those rules simply could not be applied to her son. She had a familial bond with him that surpassed the genetic - she could see herself within him, and it created a barrier between her and seduction. Even Lilith had her limits.

    Where the sin are you, Leonard...

    His words were cruel, the lip of his lips predatory. She knew now that Carl was not human, nor immortal. He had transcended such definitions. He was a monster.

    And monsters could not be stopped.

    They could only be killed.

    He leaned to her, throwing words at her, but Lilith was beyond words. She knew them, intimately - they were her weapons. The games she had played with mortals just with words.

    The only reason that a Monster would use words would be if he had one final, terrible truth.

    Lilith's eyes widened, and she realised that it was not physical death that she had to fear from her son.

    It was the death of her very soul.

    And there it was, the maelstrom of terror, flowing up to her, tears bursting free, a gasp, her knees trembling -

    Her familiar nipped at her belly, a light bite with little teeth, a reminder of reality, and it was through that minor pain that she awoke. Curling her hands together, she pushed with her nails into her palm, stabbing to draw blood. It was the old axiom, that one pain could distract you from another. One kind of apoptosis - that death begot life, and so forth. Philosophical bull that was created in response to hormones.

    Lilith took that physical pain, a shore against the mental that Carl was about to inflict, and she leaned forward.

    "Yes."

    "Tell me the Truth of this reality."


    TAG: LordT, Fin
  9. spycoder9 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    Jack Bassett
    Improvised HQ


    Jack watched the colonel. His fingers tapped on his leg as he made his way to the hidden knife in his pocket. The colonel pulled his gun out, laying it down on his desk with a thunk. Jack?s mind reeled at the thought of having to jab the knife into the man?s neck, but it would have to be done if he wished to survive. The colonel let his grasp on the gun relax. He took the pictures and felt along the edges of the envelope.

    "What the hell, it won´t matter anymore." He raised his eyes. Jack?s hand slowly moved away from his knife, meeting his eyes with the colonel?s. "Smart of Mr. Prest to play those now. If things don´t go back to normal soon, those pics won´t interest anyone pretty soon. We sinners can only profit when the world is becoming hell, right? Dammit, she is in the East End. Canabara. Calvinstreet 39. Two soldiers did stumble on her by accident, I think. They secure her, but the team i send to retrieve her vanished without a trace. They say some Voodoo priest is now holding most of East End. Funny is it? How the Jamaicnas took over D.C.. They will write sweet little peace and protest songs about it one day.?

    A whimsical smirk showed all the emotion inside of Jack. The colonel took his gun and jammed it back in his pocket.

    "You got what you wanted. Now let me take care of my job. I got a whole division moving into town and they aren´t returning my calls."

    Jack stood up, shaking the colonel?s hand. ?Really, my boss and the president are very thankful.? Jack then turned around and marched out of the office, the information fresh on his mind. He approached his Honda, hopping into the driver?s seat. He turned on his cellphone and dialed the number. ?I have the info. East End. Canabara. Calvinstreet 39. Two soldiers found this girl, and secured her, but something happened. Something about a Jamaican priest ambushed their team they sent to get the girl? Do you wish for me to extract her myself??



    TAG: Fin
  10. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: Gone ´til Tuesday. Spontaneous decision. I send out a few PMs you can Godmod through scenes, but otherwise it might be good if we allow some people to catch up with us.

    Chapter Five: Sinners

    Tarpenbekstraße

    Markus sprint ended early, as he found out a soldier was not so easy to divide from his weapon. He grabbed the gun and the young woman instinctively threw herself against him, bringing them both down. As she understood who had attacked her, she tried to point her gun at him and climb over him. Confusion and his attack came together and called awake her instinct of survival. She wanted to kill Markus. She wanted to kill them all, because she was afraid otherwise she would not survive.
    Laura saw both from afar, maybe not recognizing who was fighting there. But someone was fighting. She could probably also see the two soldiers who stumbled towards Thomas who struggled back to his feet, getting out a second gun. The soldiers had not yet seen him, both trying to wipe dust of their goggles, as if destiny had thrown them at Thomas to play.

    Everything was divided by clouds of thick black smoke and above the sound of passing F-16 made it only worse.

    Tag: Mitth, Sirak, LordT



    Chapter One: An American Nightmare

    Outside the HQ

    Milton Prest sighed. "Jamaicans? Is that the most pathetic excuse I ever heard? It certainly is the most pathetic this week. Well, yes. I got visitors, so you need to pick Alpha up. I send you an expert, meet him under coordinates I´ll send you. Just in case you have to deal with her right there." Milton seemed to get an info from his secretary. He was back at work, obviously. "Avoid downtown. White House is burning. Literally." And he hung up. the coordinates were there minutes later.

    As they reached the point where they should pic their specialist up a man was there, smoking. Otherwise the streets were empty and nearby the sound of battle could be heard. Some people obviously evacuated their homes, running from the uprising like from an enemy-army. The man got in and nodded. "Sir. Sanders." That was all he said and he lighted another ciragette and took out his gun to check it.

    [image=http://scr3.golem.de/screenshots/0904/TheSecretWorld/thumb480/The-Secret-World-03.jpg] [image=http://sl.sonyonline.de/sl/etqw/graphics/weapons/gdf/silencedpistol-world.png]

    Once he was sure it was ready he leaned back and lay it on his legs. "We can go." Was all he said. Not the usual "expert" you send for a pick up. this one looked more like a contract killer.

    Tag: Spy


    ooc: Got LordTs approval and input to use Ghost.


    Chapter Three: Nietzsche was right


    Ghost had indeed never stopped working. Only her body and mind had been on their way. Her network had worked on and on and received countless info. She had lost "it", but Beckfris, the partner of "it" had been found and bugged by her system. His eMails were copied and send to her. Word-scanners looked for certain keywords, until she had time to look over them herself. "God, did this guy have a lot pornsite subscriptions." She sighed and then raised a brow. "Okay, he paid 30 million for the delivery of a Sadam. Anybody knows what this is? You guys haven´t faked husseins execution, did you?" She asked and looked at Vine-Tempest. "It looked real!"

    Temp actually had heard the term before, but could not recall where. he certainly had the numbers of people who could, though.

    Tag: Winged, Draco, LordT/>/>
  11. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Jonathan Garret
    The streets, Washington D.C., Evening

    As they drove through the cluttered streets on their way to hunt down Prest, Jon couldn't help but mill over the questions Malone had raised back at the house. Prest was a lawyer...anyone could have figured that one out, but Malone was right that it just didn't make any kind of sense to have him commanding a group of soldiers and proclaiming to be in control of what was left of the shattering government. Where did he initially get that kind of control and how was he - one man - holding it all together?

    The only logical thing Jon could think of was that he was literally going crazy. Being a lawyer, it was quite possible the guy was under all kinds of stress and all it took was the constant reminder of doomsday and the entire world freaking out to make him snap. Maybe he thought he was owed some kind of power after years of oppression in his firm or maybe he just didn't like the government or what the president was doing. Whatever it was, Jon was not a certified psychiatrist and wasn't about to diagnose him with some mental condition. He had to work with the facts and the facts told him that Prest had killed a man, commandeered a bunch of soldiers to do his dirty work and kidnapped an innocent girl. No human being should be allowed to get away with something like that and Jon was more determined than ever to bring justice down upon him.

    "I heard about Prest. Read about him in the Times," Bright was saying from the backseat when Jon finally snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced at Malone briefly before turning around to look at the woman, expecting her to continue. Malone, being his usual self, nudged her on a little.

    "He advises the President."

    Everyone fell silent as all eyes went to Bright. Advises the President? Jon raised his brow in surprise. Well, that would certainly explain a few things about Prest and how he had acquired everything that he did. "How did he manage that? No wonder everything went to hell if we have someone like Prest whispering secrets into the President's ear..."

    Bright inclined her head and looked pointedly at Jon. "You treat carefully around him, Garret. He is a major player."

    Jon simply stared at her for a long moment, fully digesting the meaning of her words before offering her a cocky grin. "Who, me?" he said half-jokingly, trying to keep light of the situation. "I'm always careful. You have nothing to worry about."

    The smile faded from his face and he shot Malone another look as he turned back around to face forward, a bit of worry clearly evident in his eyes. Bright had been right - Prest certainly wasn't going to come quietly and truth be told, Jon had no idea how he was going to handle it yet. It was probably going to be on the fly, which could either make or break the case.

    "That it?" Jon asked casually as he leaned forward to get a better look of the large penthouse that housed Prest's law firm. "It's a goddamn mansion. You sure he's only working as an advisor? Looks like he might be pocketing some of the government's money too."

    Jon got out of the car once they pulled up outside and continued to gawk at the size of the building as he made his way to the front door. "Now let's hope someone's home..." he quipped as he pressed his finger against the buzzer.

    TAG: Fins
  12. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekstreet

    "Stop it!" She raised her gun and aimed for the two fighting figures on the ground. "Stop it and drop your guns, both of you!" She yelled. Who were those people? Did it matter? Thomas, ESTI, her father. Who was a friend? Who was her ally anymore? She was alone in this and if they tried to get her, they would find she did not longer play the nice little girl. If this was life and death, Thomas could be as right as he wanted.

    But Laura Blohm wouldn´t be the only one dying. "Throw the gone away now or die struggling!" She yelled and aimed for their torsos.

    Hopefully those things were as easy to shoot as it looked.

    Tag: Mitth, LordT
  13. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Streets

    Attempting to grab a weapon on a fly did not work correctly, in fact it ended up with him being somewhat tackled to the ground with an angry military woman on top of him. An uncomfortable position for him to say the least. She was trying to get up and past and shoot him, looked like in the head.

    His reaction was to hold on tight to the pistol and shove it wide. Which probably saved his life for once as two bullets hit the floor by his head. One merely setting up a spray of concrete and the other blasted his ear off. Considering where they usually hit him he was feeling pretty good about that result but knew he had to save Laura and for the moment himself as well.

    He rolled into the woman as she continued to get up, bringing her to the ground. She retaliated by attacking with her free arm and legs with a withering hail of pain. He was able to count the ribs break and despite previous regenerations wondered if his voice would ever be the same from the repeated blows. Still he held on.

    As the gun was brought up between their faces he grappled for a better grip, and ended up shoving his left pointer into the hole as his right hand tried to twist it out of hers. BANG

    It was loud to his good ear, and the final result was not what he had expected. The gun from his unconscious stopping of the end as he fought for the weapon. His left finger looked like most cartoons depicted the gun after such an act, in fact his own splitting went well into his own hand. The gun on the other hand had an intact barrel but the rear guard was. . .well broken describes but not well the current condition.

    The woman, he didn?t even know her name was gasping as blood spurted out of her neck, painting him in her blood. She was the third person he had killed, fully and completely and observed dyeing. The stairwell had been the first, the ESTI shooter at Laura the second in the garage, and this another shooter was the third.

    Standing his mind began to catalog and process the pain from his hand and ear, as well as added pain from his face. Reaching up with his good hand as he stared at the fallen dying woman he felt and pulled a piece of his bone out of his cheek. Sighing as the woman?s spurts quickly were weakening he stepped past her to exit the building through the broken window to approach Laura. What a sight he must be, especially if things began to grow back into existence as he walked, good hand holding his ribs to support them.

    He wondered if his little girl would of even recognized him right now.

    TAG: Fin, Sirak, LordT
  14. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: Fin approved

    Thomas Schröder
    Tarpenbekstreet


    He stumbled up and the two soldiers approached. They were tumbling themselves, without broken limbs and without a shockwave that had hit their heads, but disorineted. somehow they had managed to be hit worse than he had. Loading his weapon through he raised it and shot with unprecise aim, directing the gun at their bodies. First the closer, then the other and back to the closer one who was already falling. The gun felt so heavy, it almost fell of his hand. "Oh verdammt!" He shouted out and stepped over the soldiers, firing another two shots, this time roughly aimed at their heads. They finally stopped moving and he wondered how many shot he had sttill left. How many shots had this gun? He checked, but now he couldn´t remember. Dammit, he wasn´t made for this. He wasn´t made for this at all. Killing, sure. Fighting. He hated fighting. They always fought back. A final shot into the left one, because even the head shot had not stopped him spasming. Then he tumbled upon the street. Laura was their, aiming her gun at Markus now. Markus was there, more recognizable by the damages than the face. He regenerted again.

    "Er gehöscht su denen!" Thomas shouted, barely understandable. Pronouncing anything clearly with no hearing was not easy. But through his pieping the sound of the world seemed to return. Very slowly. He could not understand what Laura said or anybody. But he got the situation. "Shiess! Oda dwu kanscht niemalsch unsre Freunde retten!" He collapsed, but on his knees he took the gun into both hand. Five, six meters away from laura he was pretty sure he could not hit her from here. Markus was even farther away. No way he could get him. Slowly he craled closer.


    Tag: Sirak, Mitth, Fin
  15. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: I read you and this soldier were both still on htese stairs before hte house, Mitth. But too make it work I´ll assume I saw you through some window or something.


    Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekstreet

    She heard Thomas beihnd her somewhere to her left and turned around. The man was coming out of the building regenerating his wounds and thomas was still alive. She had the feeling it would be her to kill someone or people would not die.

    She had never taken a life in her 26 years. Never. But she found it surprisng easy. She did not feel disturbed or shocked. Slightly reminded of her psychiatrist and wondering what he would say. "Halt die Klappe und Waffe weg, Thomas. Waffe weg, oder du stierbst. Was auch immer ich aus deinem Plan mache, ich brauche dich nicht dafür, oder?" She yelled at him and aimed for his chest. Turning her head slightly towards the regenerating creature nearing her, she realized it was Markus. She did not recognize his face. It was damamged and she only remembered it through strange fever-like dreams anyway. But she knew. As if she had been here already, as if she had done all of htose once before. "Stay away!" She yelled at him, turning her gun again and this time shifting her concentration to Thomas, as she could not aim at him.

    She stumbled back and realized she had to move somewhere, where she was not caught between them. "Stop, all of you and weapons away!" She yelled once more, her gun shifting between both men.

    Tag: Mitth, LordT
  16. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    OOC: Alrighty, wish I had the visiter knowledge for this place, but I just went off the sentence by Fins saying you could see Markus and the Woman who shot at her.

    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Streets

    Thomas no longer spoke in ways he could understand. This is what being separated from one?s tech has undesired consequences. Still, nothing he could do about it now.

    Laura, well she. . .well she didn?t seem particularly receptive to his presence, but at least she kept pointing at Thomas. Stopping at her insistence he spread his arms and looked at her with the softened eyes of a father, of a man with great sorrow. ?I have killed twice to save your life, thrice.? He added distractedly as his mind contemplated his own daughter.

    ?I have no weapon now. Speak and I shall answer, possibly do, but others are coming soon. I must stay to talk to them.? After speaking what he felt he had to say to her, he sat down on the ground with a grunt of pain. Regenerating or not his body still had an all to acute sense of pain, probably kept regenerating that as well.

    TAG: Fin, Sirak, LordT
  17. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: Fin´s orders for SotS was btw to speak German when our characters would do and any other non-english speaking character was present. So Sirak and I chatted and agreed this might be a scene where we skip back to English. Our chars will probably have had all their dialogues in their native tongue, obviously.

    Thomas Schröder
    Tarpenbekstreet

    "Vorischt." Thomas dropped the gun. He did not throw it away, but only dropped it. So he could pick it up if needed. "Er kann nischt sterben. Dein Vater hat das gemacht, sagt er." Thomas tried to get to his feet, just as Markus collapsed. "Then again regeneration needs tim, right Markus? Maybe burn you will give us a few month of peace from you!" He spitted at him. But he could not understand what Markus was saying to her or what she was replaying, this damned beeping.

    "He is with your father." Thomas spitted to Laura in English, so Markus could understand him and he grinned, revealing his blood covered teeth. "Spoke to him a few hours ago, actually." Thomas almost collapsed again. "Don´t worry, Markus. we will repair all of this. Even you and your little daughter." Thomas laughed a bit. "Laura can do this, right?" Looking at her he stepped forth, but not too fa away from is gun.

    Tag: Mitth, Sirak, Fin
  18. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekstreet

    Markus even managed to sound as if he had helped her. Thomas was no better. But he the info she needed most. "He is with your father." She understood htose words as car as polished glass. Yes, Markus had . . . abandoned her to him, right? Thomas spitted out more. A poisonous snake, she had once loved so badly. She still loved him. There was no doubt, this was not Thomas. It was the change. she had seen it drive a city crazy. clearly it had infected him, too. Right? But . . . did it matter?

    Markus could not be killed. Thomas was right though, they could get rid of him. Somehow even that seemed so strangely familiar. Had she been there when . . .

    "I have no need fo answers, Markus." She spit and sighed. "But one." Turning the gun away from thomas who had dropped his gun she felt her anger and frustration take control. She had not experienced such a thing in a very long time, but now, right now she felt as if she could . . . END . . . something. "Why didn´t you leave me to die! Why did you have to send me to my FATHER!" She spitted out, now turning toards him and pointing the gun straight at his head. Thomas was behind her. It did not matter. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" She demanded to know and in that moment she realized she knew.

    She knew it all. The cave had told her she would come here.

    Thomas still wanted to make things right. Just right. Make things good. Make things like thy were. Wanted he? Did he lie? Probably. But that did not make his logic any less perfect. If she died, how could any of this have happened?

    Tag: LordT, Mitth
  19. spycoder9 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    Jack Bassett
    Washington D.C.


    "Jamaicans? Is that the most pathetic excuse I ever heard? It certainly is the most pathetic this week. Well, yes. I got visitors, so you need to pick Alpha up. I send you an expert, meet him under coordinates I´ll send you. Just in case you have to deal with her right there."
    Milton paused. Jack waited for a second. "Avoid downtown. White House is burning. Literally." Then he hung up.

    The coordinates arrived only seconds later. Jack read over them twice, then laid them down in the passenger seat and began to drive. He looked out the windows as he drove. Two people were scuffling on the sidewalk. A man and a pregnant woman. The man punched her in the face, while the woman ripped out a pistol and shot the guy point blank in the face. Jack swerved, afraid she might go nuts and start shooting every which way. But she didn?t. And all of the other people continued on their way, as the man?s blood leaked out on the sidewalk. The woman stood up, wiped some of the blood from her face, and continued on her walk. No one stopped her.

    As Jack grew closer and closer to the specialist?s location, he noticed the decrease in traffic or life. Eventually, by the time he had arrived to where he was supposed to, only a man with a cigarette. The man walked over to the car and climbed in.

    He only vaguely acknowledged Jack with a - ?Sir. Sanders? - before getting quiet. Then he pulled a rather large gun and laid it on his lap. He checked it several times, all the while Jack watched him with avid attention. ?We can go.? He finally said, laying his gun in his lap. Jack nodded, pressing on the gas lightly as he drove. It was uncomfortable for several seconds before he spoke.

    ?Heard the White House was burning.? He looked out the window, obviously uncomfortable. ?You heard anything about it??



    TAG: Fin
  20. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Streets

    Thomas? words were as bitter as the heart that rotted within his chest. It was a dark thing and harsh but true, so where some of the hardest things in life. . .truths.

    Looking at Laura he could see what his daughter might of liked. It brought a wane smile to his face, her question banished it. Looking into her eyes he wondered how many times had Alicia done so with this woman instead of with him? ?Because I didn?t know. I didn?t know him from Adam, only that he claimed to be able to save your life. For that and for not wanting to leave you alone with strangers he altered me into his unwilling witness.?

    TAG: Fin, Sirak, LordT
  21. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Thomas Schröder
    Tarpenbekstreet

    Thomas stepped closer to Laura and his hand slowly vanished inside his pocket. "Don´t worry Markus, nothing of this will ever have happened. Not what I did to your girl, not what I did to you. We found a way, sweet Laura and me . . . I found a way to make this all . . . undone." He coughed. Internal bleeding? Thomas suddenly realized he might actually be hurt worse than he thought. "Töte ihn!" He hissed to Laura. "Töte ihn, bevor er dich zurück bringt." Looking at Laura he felt his body weakening. He had to act soon. He had to act very soon.

    "Oder ich tus." He turned to Markus and he felt the need to kill him. Again. the burning house still send heat waves into their backs, as he stepped past Laura towards the man. And the razorblade appeared from his left pocket. He did not even care to draw the other instrument from his right. "Ready to continue where we were last interrupted, Markus?"

    It would all be gone. Laura had to understand, nothing of this would ever have happened.

    Thomas even wondered if that was true. He had almost convinced himself.

    Problem was, he did not care . . .

    The razorblade snapped open and he stumbled towards Markus who looked as battered than he did.

    Tag: Sirak, Mitth
  22. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekstreet


    Because he did not know? She had said no, but what did no mean to such men? They were drunken of their own importance. "My father forced you into something? Do not forget it was you going to him." And who had fought for Alicia? where had she been when Thomas had picked her up? Thomas had . . .



    Had she drowned in Thomas words? Just as hse had done that very special night? Had his logic and reason suffocated her instinct?

    She did not wanted to die, yet she knew she would. she had seen herself after death. And what was death, if you were meant to serve destiny even in your death as one of the living?

    It was all too much. It was all simply too much. She had woken up this morning, or a morning not too long ago . . . and she had been to late for her job as a babysitter. She had met herself, agents of the government, had been shot, abducted, killed, resurrected, she had . . . what had happened then? The cave. There was always the cave. Had she ever left it or was she still lying there, weeping at the floor and waiting for her father to return? Darkness. Was this all images painted on the cnvass of the eternal darkness of the cave? It was not impossible. Madness as an option. Insanity was a possibiliity. She wanted back to the clinic. A prison usuddenly appeared to be a retreat. A dark place, seemed suddenly to be a safe have from the spreading darkness. The darkness you know . . .

    She would not go back, would she? The darkness she did not know was all she had left. This so called future, where everything seemed to fall apart. and there was no terror. No fear. Only this terrible void that must not be filled. How could she be so indifferent to a world that she had lived in? Shock? Was she under shock? Or had something inside of her echoed this world in the wonly way it could?

    She closed her eyes for a second. Water. Hot dripping water on her skin. One droplet at a time and then it flew and she could not scream. She could not.

    "Thomas." She whispered and opened her eyes again. He had a razorblade in his hand and murder in his eyes. He wanted to hurt Markus. No matter what Markus had said or done, it did not matter. Thomas needed to kill him, like a junkie needed his next shot. "Thomas!"

    She stepped back now and pointed the gun at both of them.


    Tag: Mitth, LordT, Fin
  23. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Tarpenbekstreet

    Thomas was on the move, Laura cried and called out his name, Thomas. He did not respond to any of their words yet, and he doubted now it would change. Looking at Thomas Markus merely sat there staring at his advance.

    ?This is what he is, perhaps if treated before his first kill he could be different. Only he knows when it started for him.? Sighing he looked at Laura, if he had merely dumped her body Alicia would be alive, because he would not let her out of his sight all of this was as it was. ?All you said that I could understand was ?Father?, it was your only word as you faded. I am sorry I brought you to him. If I had known the story before that day I would of not taken you to him.?

    He felt his own tears welling in his eyes, having died for the sins perceived by another father, was it now not time to die again for those perceived by the daughter? ?I am sorry.? Spreading his hands he gasped out those last words. Not for the pain in his body, not that new friend, no it was for the emotional rending that he felt inside his guts. For Laura, for Alicia, from Thomas, for his failures, for his ex-wife, and for the spreading darkness that yet no longer was proverb but visibly stained the very ground they were upon. Closing his eyes, he tilted back his head, and wept.

    TAG: Fin, Sirak, LordT
  24. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4

    Rudyard Vane-Tempest
    Private Room, New Rose Hotel, Tokyo

    Thirty million for the delivery of a "Saddam". At least that was the spelling the girl had implied, with her joking reference to the toppled dictator. But what about a "sadam"- or was it "SADAM"? Some part of Rudyard's memory lit up briefly and dimly in response to the term, but cast no illumination upon its meaning.

    He stepped away from the bed and into the bathroom.

    "Keep going," he instructed Ghost. "I'm going to try and follow that lead."

    For more than twenty-five years, Rudyard's first port of call in a storm had been Giles Hollinshead, a counter-terrorism analyst at GCHQ. They had been schoolfriends at Winchester, Best Man at one another's weddings, and colleagues within British Intelligence. If anyone knew what "sadam" might refer to, it would be George.

    Rudyard hurriedly tapped out international extension and the number for his friend's private line. And he waited. And waited.

    And waited.

    And then:

    "This is Hollinshead-"

    "Giles! Listen, I've got-"

    "-you have reached my personal mailbox. Please leave your name and contact details at the tone. Thank you."

    "Blast! Giles old boy, it's VT here. I'm sure you've heard about the mess we've got on our hands in Tokyo at the moment. I'm on a field investigation that might yield some insight into events, but we're cut off from local resources so I need your help. We've come across the following message, found on the laptop of a person of interest: thirty million for the delivery of a Sadam. Thirty million for the delivery of a Sadam. If you or your team are familiar with the term, call me as soon as you receive this message. VT out."

    He hung up, and stepped back into the bedroom.

    "I've called an expert. I think it's a terrorist term. How on earth did a German student get that sort of money in the first place?"

    Tag: Draco, LordT
  25. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Ghost
    New Rose Hotel

    (Draco approved use of his character)

    Ghost nodded and allowed the Brit to make his call. Then she turned to the American and saw the little red machine in his hands.

    "This is an MX-5 prototype. They made only a hundred of those and then decided they were too expensive." She remarked. "Actually they were, but nevertheless, the most powerful portable ever created. That was in the hands of a German student you said? Rich parents or something?" She shook her head. And then opened her laptoop bag, going through the USB sticks she had, she began booting the smaller red laptop up and connected it to her own notebook.

    "It will need a moment, but I should get acces to his security protocol. A second drive encrypted you said?" She looked at Rufus. Then The Brit returned. He had no results yet. but he commented on where a German student did get so much money from? For the SADAM? Was Beckfris a German srtudent . . . no he wasn´t. Then Ghost got it. The computer. It had obviously been worth a frtune.

    "Good question. That little red thing was worth a million at least." She hissed and typed in another line of code into her laptop. So limited, so very limited. "Do you have a third computer, perhaps?"

    Tag: Winged, Draco


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