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Post by Crow on Jun 18, 2008 23:58:10 GMT -5
"I had the arm on standby. I wasn't sure if you wanted it. Or if you wanted to pay for it. I'll just assume and take the money for it out of your account. The file is already in your atv's computer by the way.... If you need anything, let me know. Just not before ten tomorrow, I'm going to get some honest to god sleep tonight. Those stim pills just aren't healthy...."
A black hummer screeched to a stop near the city limits, a fairly rural area. "Another experiment? I can't believe how many others are rebelling....And now of all times." Another old metal song began and only then he noticed someone tapping on his window. He turned down the music and lowered down the window to see a man in his mid forties. "Hey, there any reason you're just sitting around the block blastin' that music?" "Uh, sorry. I just remembered that I forgot something and I was looking for a place to turn around. Sorry for bugging you." He started to roll up the window when the man held up his hand, "Where do you think you're going? You get out of that car, I'm calling the police!"
110 sighed and rolled down the window again. He quickly punched the man in the head, only enough to knock him out, before he screeched away, back to the city. He took out the communicator out and sent a call to Kane, luckily just as Ghost walked out of the room. "Which experiment is loose?"
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 19, 2008 1:24:52 GMT -5
"Hey, I would pay if it keeps me alive. I just hope it doesn't cost me more than what you paid me or it would be a sh** deal now wouldn't it...", he spoke to Ghost not really expecting an answer. He asked the doctor watching his condition on some panels to get started on the prep for the surgery as he wanted to get back out soon. His earpiece signalled that he was getting a call. He opened the channel and heard 110 speak to him. He watched Ghost as he left the room and then spoke into the comm and to the doctor, "I will be right outside, stretching my legs, call me in when you are ready." Saying so he removed the few wires attached to his chest and walked out of the room. The top part of his uniform had been removed probably to fix his mangled arm.
He looked around the empty hallway and started walking back and forth in it. He spoke to 110 once he was satisfied that he was not going to be overheard, "Its a female this time, I will give you the details later, uh Experiment 89 from what I have heard. A tip, keep your distance if you bump into her, she has a tail or many if I know my employer, probably human and electronic."
He paused and looked around a bit more before continuing, "A personal update, our pyshcotic friend took my arm, I am getting a new one. Oh and I think I can get you a present soon enough. Let me get fully limbed up again. Later."
He went back and peeked into the room and saw more people in there. He asked who he thought was the head doctor/ technician, "Is it possible I can get the arm with the stun-gun attachment? Thanks a lot!", he said after he got a smile and a nod from few of the people around. It seemed they were glad he stopped Garm when he did. That thing would be useful, a hidden measure of sorts, for taking out these experiments, mainly 89 and 110 for now, if they went crazy on him.
He walked in and quietly lay down on the table and closed his eyes. He needed to contact 89 and keep the two, 110 and 89, from teaming up. He needed information on them but he didn't want Red Corp razed to the ground either. Who was gonna pay him ? And besides, he liked to work for Ghost, it put him on the winning side.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 19, 2008 5:42:22 GMT -5
Sleep... she wanted sleep, dammit. But her senses were in overdrive from the sugar rush, forcing her awake until either she moved or the inevitable crash came. After several minutes, she gave in and picked herself up. Something was bothering her, beyond the odd circumstances of her awakening. Deep in her subconscience, something screamed at her, but besides that, she had not been given a mission, nor a contact. And surely what she had sensed before couldn't be it. So just what was going on?
Sitting up, Reaper was about to exit out the window sill when she heard a noise from the streets below. It was loud, definitely an huge motor engine, possibly even a semi. What was out of place was the fact that it was coming towards her position, and although a ways off, she was beginning to get itchy. Were they coming for her [/i]already[/i]? She'd barely been out two hours and they were all ready to lock her back up... it just didn't seem fair to her. Why take her back when they could call her from where she was... unless they had tried already and failed. So many factors, it just wasn't adding up.
Rather than bottling it up and making it out to be more than it most likely was, she decided to ignore it for now, moving back away from the window. She would leave through the other side, leaving less of a trace than she had on the other window; instead of cutting it wide open, she first pulled loose a few pieces of wood that covered her exit until they fell to one side, then slid the bottom half open. It was a bit louder this way, but with the mystery vehicle a ways away there wasn't hardly anyone but a couple of hobos and possibly some druggies, all easy to take care of if it became necessary.
When there was a hole big enough, she slipped out, easily taking foot holds on the side of the dilapidated building. Once she had a firm grip, Reaper replaced what pieces she could as close to where they'd been before as possible, pulled them semi-solidly into place, then slid the window closed. This way, it would look as if she'd exited the way she came, and then simply disappeared from there. Still, there was the tracker that she couldn't get rid of, so all of this could simply be in vain... they were on every experiment, just for cases like this. Reaper couldn't imagine how they hadn't pinpointed her already for extraction, or simply deletion...
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Post by Crow on Jun 19, 2008 15:47:43 GMT -5
110 pulled the hummer to a stop a few blocks away from the area he knew the other experiment was. He walked down the dark streets and found the broken window. Climbing through his vision switched to thermal, viewing that she had spent quite a bit of time in a certain spot....He left the building in a similar fashion, though with a tad less finesse. He simply walked through, not even bothering to replace the wood. He continued on, making not a whisper, and nothing to give away his presence as he tracked the experiment through the streets.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 19, 2008 16:47:48 GMT -5
From high above she watched; however cautious he was, she could smell him, and even his careful walking made some noise. 89 knew he was the hunter for now, but things could change at the drop of a hat, as the expression went. Whoever he was, he'd have to start thinking in three-dimensions, because that was how she acted.
Once she was sure he was out of view, she climbed down the building, scaling it with ease as if she'd been doing this all her life. Reaper didn't have a mission, so she changed her objectives to following this one out of sheer curiosity. It was literally written in her programming; adventurousness lead to discover of new paths that weren't known before, and allowed for easy improvising since she wasn't stuck to a rigid schedule or a set direction. When she was a safe distance from the ground, she dropped, extending her legs then bending her knees upon impact to take as much of the force as possible. Quickly, she found refuge behind a trash can just in case he'd heard her, and waited momentarily, muscles tense and prepared to spring into action the moment something happened, should anything come of it at all...
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Post by Crow on Jun 19, 2008 21:30:57 GMT -5
110 stopped and stood there, grinning. "You may as well come out. I don't have any reason to hurt you. If I did you'd likely be dead." He turned to face the trashcan she was hiding behind and waited for the other experiment to come out. "I'm not here to drag you back to Red corp. I just want to talk." His posture didn't show it, but he was ready to grab his gun out of it's holster in a flash of motion. He doubted that he would need to, but he knew as well as anyone how unpredictable some experiments could be.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 19, 2008 21:41:44 GMT -5
*okie, a quickie and then i gotta go to work. definitely will be on more tomorrow w/ a day off :3*
89 looked around the corner, not exactly trusting every word that the man was saying. Still... Moving to a crouched position, she moved from behind the trashcan, being careful not to move too fast for fear of having to display the aces up her sleeves. Spreading her hands so as to show that there wasn't anything in them, she walked towards the man, remaining silent even as she neared him. It wasn't until she was about five meters from him that she stopped, understandably wishing to keep space between them just in case. "Talk?" she questioned, relaxing a bit when she realized her stalker was a fellow experiment; even so, she was mentally sizing up her opponent as quickly as possible...
He was definitely taller than her, which wasn't entirely unexpected. He also wore several holsters, which she guessed weren't for show. So what was she to expect from him? Blades popping from his wrist? Lasers in his eyes? Red Corp. was capable of most anything, from where she stood...
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Post by Crow on Jun 22, 2008 2:30:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, talk. A few days ago I managed to escape Red corp. like you did. Ever since I've been looking for help bringing them down. I came here looking for you hoping that you might want to give me a hand."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 22, 2008 2:38:30 GMT -5
89 eyed this one suspiciously, beginning to circle him as her eyes narrowed. "Bring them down..." she repeated in her hauntingly hollow voice that sounded like a cross between a siren and a gravel pit, "Does that not go against orders? Or..."
She craned her neck, looking as if she were staring right through him. "Is this a test? Have we been released so that they can see us in true action? Have you heard anything from them?" Her eyes narrowed again, trying to comprehend why 'they' would turn against their own experiments, or even abandon them without cause or reason...
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 22, 2008 4:22:33 GMT -5
Kane tested his new arm and the inbuilt stunner that had been installed. He had to pay a bit extra but he was fine for the added, hidden weapon. The deployment of the weapon's probes from a section in the wrist to the palm of his hand was controlled by a nerve. So now he had direct control over the weapon. "Cool...", he said to the team and smiled, giving his approval. He got up soon enough, his hand not at all sore, thanks to the advanced medicines of Red Corp.
He had lost a lot of time and now he had to find the experiments. He just hoped they would kill each other or the least, not cooperate with each other or he was gonna be stuck in the middle of a potential war. Whichever side he chose, when it came to that, the other would make it a point to rip him apart for his "betrayal".
He got to his ATV and found the young soldier there. He thanked him, which was a bit odd since Kane had done nothing more than to risk his life. But then he told that he was getting promoted and was going to go for special ops training soon. Kane smiled at this and slapped his back before jumping into the ATV and taking off. He stopped at a deserted corner street about a mile away from Red Corp and started reading the file for 89. He raised a brow once he was done and smiled, "Interesting, will have to stay a few feet away from this one for sure..."
He checked the police log and didn't find any report of accidents involving a hummer. "Cocky idiot...", he murmured to himself and used the previous method to track down the hummer's current, general location and headed off towards the area.
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Post by Crow on Jun 24, 2008 20:56:59 GMT -5
(Sorry it's so short, but I can't think of anything else and I'm kinda pressed for time.) 110 raised an eyebrow, "Wait, are you saying that you actually retain a desire to work in Red Corp?" It's obvious that he's in disbelief, and wasn't expecting such a response.
As for news of break-ins and such, there weren't any reported yet. It seems that no one had noticed the trashed apartment at this time.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 25, 2008 4:19:46 GMT -5
89 raised an eyebrow. 'Desire' was not a word in her dictionary... the only thing she wished for was pleasing them... what question was there in that? Her curiosity took her closer, examining this one up close as if she were observing a well-sedated madman. "I don't understand" she stated, so close that her hot breath was bearing down on this man's skin, "Is it not our purpose to serve them, to complete what they wish us to do? Unless..."
Abruptly, it dawned upon her; this one wasn't under their control at all. He was freed, and a dangerous unknown... immediately, she backed up, hissing "You're a freed one, aren't you?! An unknown factor! Traitor! Turncoat!" Her arms, which had been rather limp all this time, instantly snapped to her command, prepared to take down this freed experiment... It hadn't quite come to her that she hadn't exactly been let out the door with a hug and a kiss goodbye either...
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Post by Crow on Jun 25, 2008 15:34:56 GMT -5
"sh**..." 110 jumped back and had his magnums leveled long before she did. "Come on 89, we don't have to do this....Don't you have any free will left? How can you work for them after all they've done to you!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 25, 2008 16:12:48 GMT -5
*EDIT: yes, i know this was sh**. figured might as well get on with it and stuff like that. NOT MY FAULT!*
He was faster than she was. How was that possible?! 89 knew they had called her the best... so why had they made better? None of it made sense, and it forced her to pause just to comprehend it. She had been lied to, and now there was someone better than her, loose, and she was obsolete... no. She couldn't be...
Finally, something inside her clicked. It made sense now; her release was an accident, explained by a broken console that had controlled her eternal stasis until she expired. They didn't need her; she was now second-rate, an afterthought, a relic... and that didn't make her happy. Something broke, her master-slave commands overridden out of sheer anger. And it hurt.
It probably looked as if she were going psychotic, clutching her head, tears pouring down her face as she continually screamed in defiance "No!" like a broken record. Falling to her knees, her hands trembled- no, her entire body was doing as such. The pain was on a scale beyond human limits, so intense that she felt as if her entire being was being torn in two, whatever soul she had left being torn from her body. When it finally passed, she opened her eyes... and she was altogether a different person inside. "What... what is this?... My head... everything... hurts..."
89 had broken, and she was free, something that she couldn't remember what it felt like in any memory she had. Free from her want to serve the psychotics at Red Corp., from her will to do their bidding without question... and it was the greatest thing she ever felt. Or, at least, it would be, if her head didn't hurt like she'd just gotten hammered in the face by a jackhammer propelled by a diesel locomotive.
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Post by Crow on Jul 5, 2008 20:28:29 GMT -5
110 took a step back as the girl started shouting on the ground, wondering what the bloody hell was going on. He doubted she would just get up and start making nice, but something had to have happened. After all, no one just drops to their knees and starts shouting without a reason. "Hey, are you feeling alright?"
In the meantime, a hit and run accident was reported in a small neighborhood. Police were told to be on the lookout for a black Hummer.
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