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| Mercinus3 | Aug 5 2009, 12:10 PM Post #221 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Harlan saw Aria walk out of the apartment, wearing the same dress that she had worn to the party that they had gatecrashed. "Typical. He wanted us to screw up our mission but luckily, we had it already done that it was going to be in the Tower. I do think he's realized that someone has hacked him, or he might have downloaded something with a virus and thought of it that way." He chuckled, thinking that Damien would be annoyed with the virus that she had installed in the GA database. Thank goodness that he had bought his own laptop when he had joined, knowing that the laptops that were given were a part of that database as well. "I don't give a damn that Damien was trying to sabotage our mission," Harlan spoke, his anger detected in his voice. "He is not trying to get us to fail the mission now, since he thinks that we have to make an ad-hoc plan. If anything, I bet that he has got something for us waiting at the building itself." Even though it was nothing but a hunch, it was the only thing that he has on his mind at the moment. Even so, he wouldn't be surprised if that was going to happen. "Even so, I want to make sure that the people in this meeting are dead. Which will lead to a plan that has to do with explosives. Even though you don't like the sound of using explosives, we need enough to leave the room intact, but enough to destroy anything and everything in there that would lead back to us." "Now, let's get moving, shall we?' Before Harlan could say anything, Aria started to walk towards a hidden garage. As he followed her, he noticed that there was something different about her. It was as if her body was glowing with something, which he thought would be her feelings. Also, he noticed that the jasmine smell to her was replaced with something, making him think that she was 'different' from the Aria that he knew before last night. As both of them entered the garage, Harlan only watched as he saw two motorbikes in front of him. His eyes sparkled, looking at the great bikes. He caught the helmet as it hit his chest. He looked up to her. "Hope you enjoy my gift to you." "Gift?" he questioned, confused about what she had said. Before he could wonder what she meant, a pair of keys fell out of the helmet, making the blue Hayabusa flash its headlamps. Smirking, he put on his helmet, grabbed the bag that had the wingsuits in and jumped on the bike. Revving the engine, he opened the visor. "Let's ride." |
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| DarkAngel013 | Aug 5 2009, 12:50 PM Post #222 |
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"Gift?" he questioned, confused about what she had said. "Yes, gift," she emphasized, smiling as she put the helmet on. She flicked the visor down and then made a momentary flash of her thighs and her undergarment before she placed herself delicately on the motorcycle. "Let's ride." "Yes, let's," she grinned, although it wasn't visible through her visor. Her dress was so that it wouldn't flutter out behind her to give the possible men and women a view that they might or might not like. She revved the engine, loving the roar it made in the garage and she gestured at Harlan to follow her. Then she popped a wheelie before driving out the garage and straight into the traffic, avoiding close contact with the other vehicles and mopeds outside. The people could only exclaim comments as to watch where they were driving, but by the time they did, they were already gone. She took the long way onto the freeway and then quickly excelled passed the seemingly non-moving mopeds who gaped at their speeds. Aria seemed to fly across the roads as she leaned forward for more speed. Then, within what seemed like a few minutes, they were already there, getting into the parking garage of the tower, far away from any of the cars. Having since her hair was put into the helmet to avoid the mess of being tangled, as she stepped over the bike so that it again momentarily showed herself, she stood by her bike and took off her helmet. Her hair fell down gently around her shoulders and then tumbled passed her hips. It curled softly at certain edges, giving her hair a salon look. From the bag in the back of her bike, she took out her purse and and the wheel lock and bent down to place it between the wheels. Then began to walk towards the elevator up to the Tower. With a sly grin, she gestured for Harlan to do the same and to hurry up with just a small gesture of her finger. After they got onto the elevator, her flirty actions faded away and was replaced with a different expression. It was her expression that showed she was focused on the task at hand. ---------------------- Several hours later, she was dressed in an entirely different attire: as one of the janitors. Watched rarely, she pulled the hat further to cover her face, her hair pulled up into the hat. Pushing a janitor's cart, she rolled it into a room where she could set up the bombs. She looked over at Harlan and nodded, who was acting as a guard. She pretended to clean while Harlan pretended to check around for bombs as he set them up. Now, was the time for the meeting as she rolled out the cart, giving Harlan a worried soft glance before walking back down the hallway. "Did you see that janitor's face?" a man with a pale complexion said as he walked into the room. "If she ditched the baggy clothes and put a little make up on that face, oh man, she'd be a killer babe." The other man whom he was talking to agreed. And thus, continues the small talk... |
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| Mercinus3 | Aug 6 2009, 04:57 AM Post #223 |
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Harlan grinned as Aria agreed to leave the apartment to get to the building that the meeting was in. As she popped a wheelie outside, he completely revved the engine up, causing smoke to come from the back wheel. He spun the bike around twice before launching himself out of the garage, shortly behind his lover. Even though he had loved his car more, his new bike was very nice as well. This is something I will bring back with me to America again, he thought, admiring the speed that it was going. Mopeds, cars, taxis, even other motorbikes seemed to be slower than the two sports bikes as speeds reached over the limit that they were going. Finally, within a few minutes, they arrived at Taipei 101. Grabbing the bag from the back, he locked the wheels of his new toy and started to follow Aria, who told him to hurry up with a motion of her finger. Finally, when they were in the elevator, both of them changed their expressions, showing that they were focused on the job at hand. ---- Several hours later, Harlan noticed that Aria was wearing her janitor disguise. Getting the bombs from the trolley that she had at the time, he ignored the men that were talking about her and started to set the bombs up underneath the table. He covered them up with the wood that he cut off from the table itself, making it look like there was nothing wrong with the table. Once the bombs and charges were in place, he walked up to his disguised lover and gave her the detonator. "No matter what happens, you detonate these bombs when you hear my voice." Before he could continue and kiss her cheek, one of the bodyguards started to walk towards the room. In one, swift motion, without any civilians looking, he walked behind the man and struck his collar bone, instantly incapacitating him. Duct taping him together, he placed him in a nearby janitor's closet, taking his gun. Then, a few of the men started to walk into the room as well, showing that the meeting was about to begin. Finally, when the people were inside, the most important man walked into the room. To Harlan's surprise, Dr Harkess was smaller than he thought he was. The blonde hair and unnatural grey eyes had shown that he was the man that Damien wanted them to kill. He sat down at the table, looking at the man that he was negotiating to. "Good evening, CEO," the Globodex CEO started, a thick accent kicking in. "As you may know, your company is about to go under administration, mainly because of the massive debt that you have by the economy crisis earlier. As you can guess, I am here to get you out of that situation. Your weapons company, if you sign the papers, will be aided by the hand of Globodex, helping you in, not only getting your company out of debt, but also have the state-of-the-art technology to produce the best weapons that you can make." Finally, the CEO of the company agreed to the first thing. Then, Harkess chuckled. "Now then… onto the second agenda. There is a small proposition that I want to make. I know that you have a certain strain of the Ebola virus, which your company has produced for a certain warfare. Not only that, but Globodex is the only company that has the cure to that virus. What I want you to do is to start producing more of these viruses and start to send them across the globe, disguising it in bottles of water that another company is selling…" Harlan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Harkess, the CEO of Globodex, suggesting that he would start an epidemic of a virus? This was something that he and Aria must stop at all cost. "When people start to become ill by this virus and a few members of the population start to die, I will announce that Globodex has produced the only cure that will stop this virus from spreading. Many countries and people will want this cure, allowing profits to soar beyond your imagination." Before Harlan could walk out and tell Aria to blow the room to kingdom come, Harlan noticed something about his target. There was a line going down his jaw line. If he hadn't noticed, he probably wouldn't have until after the room was blown up. As he looked closer towards the man, he realized that this was the surprise that Damien was setting them. This Harkess is a decoy! Before long, he walked out of the room, with the occupants inside looking in his direction. When out of earshot, he started to talk into his mic to Aria. "Aria, don't blow the detonators!" |
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| DarkAngel013 | Aug 6 2009, 12:21 PM Post #224 |
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Aria had been far away from the room by the time the meeting had started. But she had changed clothes into one of the local attire of jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail and the button of the trigger lingered in one of her pockets as she was buried herself into the crowd of people in the shopping distract of the mall. The office of which the meeting was taking place a floor below so she would hear the automatic panic that would spread as soon as she pressed the button. He had said to her after all, "No matter what happens, you detonate these bombs when you hear my voice." She had only nodded, thinking that the mission was going to go smoothly. About several minutes into the meeting when she looked at the clock, she looked down to the ground again, readying her phone to hear his voice to detonate... Her fingers faltered. What if he had told her to not detonate...? She would have no choice but to detonate, after all, he had said she would detonate no matter what. She walked around the district again before she heard his words, not quite clear catching them as she only heard her name. "Aria, don't blow the detonators!" But she did not hear the rest of the sentence as she pressed the button. A sudden explosion sounded in the floor below, causing the occupants inside the building to start panicking and running around to get out of here. Most of their Chinese was rushed, but all mostly saying the same thing: to get out of here without losing the children. However, before she could even get to the place where she was supposed to meet Harlan, someone's hand came down on her, knocking her out in the process... ---------------- "So, XIII has been taken?" a musical voice said, her voice quite clear that she was in the singing business. "So it seems," said a gruff voice, "but now we wait, and see if the little black cat will bring them bad luck or good luck as those two try to escape... after all, she is the previous XIII's heir and successor." The female of the pair only nodded before they both disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen again... or so the watchers think. ------------------ When Aria woke up again, she was in a dark room, her head pulsing in a horrible way that caused her a headache every time she moved. When she tried to move her hands, she realized she was handcuffed tightly around her wrists. She winced when she tried to squirm, realizing that they handcuffed her a bit tightly. She was going to have marks later... as she sighed to look around the room, her headache slowly started to go away. She couldn't see any clear forms of anything and then decided that she would close her eyes until something makes sense later comes to her. |
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| Mercinus3 | Aug 6 2009, 04:54 PM Post #225 |
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Just as Harlan was running away from the room, an explosion ripped through the wall, sending him and a chasing bodyguard aside. HIs pursuer was instantly killed, his back broken in half by a nearby post. Harlan managed to survive, just. His body was cut, scraped and bruised from the explosion and being blasted through a wall. A few seconds of being dazed, he got back up and walked into the ruined hallway. As he started to walk away from the ruins, men started to come from behind him, pointing to him that he was the one who caused the explosion. "Oh fuck!" he roared, seeing the men pull out their guns. He started to sprint down the hallway, the men behind him shooting at him. Surprisingly, all of them missed him as he turned into the stairwell. He looked down, hoping that there wasn't anyone coming up. He was wrong. Dead wrong. Several members of the security, spare bodyguards and police were running up the stairs, sub machine guns and assault rifles drawn. Looking down, Harlan heard the sounds of the pursuers that were chasing him down the hallway. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he roared, starting to climb up the stairs. Soon, he was a few floors above where the explosion was when the other men entered the same stairwell. Looking at his stolen pistol, a Sig Sauer, he gave up on the idea of shooting at the nearby guards, knowing that he'll run out of bullets before he could escape through the roof, wingsuit and all. INstead, another idea came to mind. Several hours later, most of the security had arrived near the level of the roof, checking the final floor before getting onto the roof itself. This was all the time he needed to rip off the suit and put on the wingsuit. As the guards walked onto the rooftop, he shot at the first guards. They fired back, the wind making the bullets miss him. However, one managed to reach its target and hit Harlan on the shoulderm sending him off the edge of the building. Even though it would hurt him, it was something that he was planning on to do. Not only would the guards think that he was shot, but he had also plummeted off the building, falling to his death. Half an hour later, ditching the bag with the parachute and unsipping his wings, he ran to his bike and drove off. While he was getting his chute together, he noticed that a black sedan was driving away, with him catching a glimpse of Aria on the back. No… he thought. … Not her… He looked at the clip that was in his stolen gun and cursed, knowing that there wasn't any bullets in the clip an the last bullet being in the chamber. Without any other ideas to help her, he turned the engine on and drove back to her apartment, the wound on his shoulder needing attention ASAP. Once there, he ran up the stairs and unpicked the lock free. Then, grabbing the medkit, he started to tend to his wound. |
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| DarkAngel013 | Aug 6 2009, 05:08 PM Post #226 |
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The door clicked open to the small apartment. A small female who was just about a few inches or so taller than Aria came in with red-brown hair and a face that would surely guarantee the gifts of hearts from the men who sees her. The bigger man beside her came in, his hair slightly long, so that he could spike it. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans with sneakers that seemed worn out. However, his appearance gave him that look that he probably was good eye-candy for most of the females. The female had her hair tied up into two tight buns on her head, part of her hair left so that it covered parts of her face as she blew a pink bubble from a bubble gum. She wore leather jacket with its sleeves cut off with a fabric hoodie and a t-shirt underneath that jacket. She wore a skirt with leg warmers that ended at her shin where she sported boots, of which she took off as she entered the home. The male next to her did the same and both of them gave Harlan an analytical look. The male had a partial oriental look, but appeared to be a mix of something else as well. He was tall and well-built, but it didn't show through his clothes. The female was oriental and her dark chocolate eyes gave him a questioning expression before her bubble popped, her hands on her hips. After she sucked in the bubble, she asked, "You're Harlan, right?" The male next to her finally looked to Harlan's green eyes and it revealed that he had stunning Caribbean blue eyes. His hands were in his pocket and he raised an eye-brow at the female but he was ignored as he looked to Harlan for his answer. |
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| Mercinus3 | Aug 6 2009, 05:58 PM Post #227 |
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Harlan didn't notice the door clicked. All he concentrated on was getting the bullet out of the wound. Using his knife, he dug into the wound and flicked the blade outwards, sending the bloodied piece of metal out of it. Then, he grabbed the bandage and wrapped the wound. He didn't notice the two people who have entered the room behind him. He just concentrated on the wound at hand. Finally, just as he had finished his bandage, he heard a pop behind him. Grabbing his knife, he turned around to see two people, with the male looking back at him with clear, blue eyes. "You're Harlan, right?" "Yes I am… but I seem to be at a bit of a loss here. Who are you people?" |
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| DarkAngel013 | Aug 7 2009, 01:49 AM Post #228 |
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"Yes I am… but I seem to be at a bit of a loss here. Who are you people?" The female glanced around for a moment before deciding to pop another bubble before replying. "I do believe your beloved little flower had already told you," she said, looking around. "And since you know, and you're the one thing she treasures, we aren't going to kill you." She popped a bubble again. "Again, since you know, you can just call me XI." "And I am XII," the male said, his blue eyes flickering around the room. He moved around to check the small kitchen. "Before you ask, we're the lowest rank of the Organization, but XIII is the highest even though her number is lower than ours." His fingers ran over the counter top before continuing. "Because she's the black cat is the reason why she is XIII... It's hard for someone, anyone, to become XIII." XI glanced at him with a raised eye-brow before turning her attention back to Harlan. "We're going to offer you two choices," she said with another pop. "One, you take this," she pulls out a plane ticket from her vest-jacket pocket, "and go back home to New York City and let us rescue her or two, you go and rescue little kitten XIII." This time, XII raised an eye-brow at XI. She gave him a look and his expression went blank. They both knew that when talking about XIII, she didn't need rescuing... She didn't get to XIII just by inheritance from her father: she earned it; therefore, they believed she didn't really need rescuing... she just needed a bit of help. Edited by DarkAngel013, Aug 7 2009, 02:15 AM.
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| Mercinus3 | Aug 7 2009, 01:58 PM Post #229 |
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Harlan watched as the woman looked around the room. Then, she popped another bubble from her bubble gum before she replied. "I do believe your beloved little flower had already told you. And since you know, and you're the one thing she treasures, we aren't going to kill you." Well… that's a good start, he thought, pleased that these people had decided not to kill him. Even with his one arm, he was able to take out these two, though the difficulty of his shoulder being busted is something that he would have to overcome. Finally, when he was about to make a guess as to who these people were, the woman spoke again, with the man speaking shortly afterwards. Again, since you know, you can call me XI." "And I am XII. Before you ask, we're the lowest rank of the Organization, but XIII is the highest even though her number is lower than ours." "Unless you are talking about number 0…" Harlan replied. He didn't care on what their response was for his knowledge on another possible member of the Organization. The only thing that he was worried about was getting Aria back at all cost. He didn't care what they could offer him, with his anger and revenge on getting her back into his arms. Then, as he donned on his hitman attire, the woman spoke again. "We're going to offer you two choices. One, you take this…" Harlan turned around, wondering on what the hell she was talking about. Then, he saw a plane ticket emerge from her vest, catching his interest. "…and go back home to New York City and let us rescue her or two, you go and rescue little kitten XIII" From the choices that he was given, Harlan was torn in two. If he took the plane ticket back home and deal with the traitorous Damien, Harkess and GA, leaving the world free from a possible virus epidemic. However, if he had chosen that option, there was a chance that he would never see Aria again, leaving him alone in the world. However, if he rescued his only known lover, both of them could be free from anyone's clutches. However, there was a chance that he would be killed in the mission, leaving her alone in the world, and, if he survives it, a certainty that they would never return back to America. Unless… He took the ticket from XI's hand, looking at the details that were there. He then looked up at both of them and scowled at them. "If you think I am capable of taking the easy way out of this and leave her behind, then fuck you…" Then, without warning, he took out a lighter from his jacket and lit the papers up, incinerating them to nothing. "I will find another way back to America, with or without your help. Now where is she being kept? I have a score to settle…" |
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| DarkAngel013 | Aug 7 2009, 02:39 PM Post #230 |
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"If you think I am capable of taking the easy way out of this and leave her behind, then fuck you…" Then, without warning, he took out a lighter from his jacket and lit the papers up, incinerating them to nothing. "I will find another way back to America, with or without your help. Now where is she being kept? I have a score to settle…" XI only smiled. Earlier, she had caught that glint in his eyes that told her that he thinks that he could take her and her companion out. She highly doubted it, after all, this man may have possession of her heart, but he has not yet seen her full potential yet. She moved around and took out her gum and dropped it into a nearby trashcan. "But first, I'd like to establish the fact that our relationship here is only because of the little black kitty XIII, without her, we would have killed you the instant we walked in here." She took out some lotion and put them on her hands and then replaced the bottle. Her eyes turned to him, "And I highly doubt that you could take down both me and XII here so don't even bother." She then turned to face him. "We'll help you get to the building where she's being kept and even get in with you, however, should we disappear from your side, that's where we will go our separate ways. You'll meet us again, however, since it is time for little black kitty XIII to remember us all." A strange glint touched her eyes before she gestured to XII. As XI walked over to the door, XII walked over to Harlan and took out a needle. "This will hurt a pinch and this will soothe the pain in your shoulder and will help fix it until we get to our truck and then I'll help you fix it up." Without warning, the needle pierced through the clothing and straight into Harlan's injury and the effects were immediate. "Come, it is time for us to go before XIII disappears forever." Already, they were out the door waiting for Harlan to come. "We'll provide the weapons, of course." XII grinned. |
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