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| [Completed][Mission] Real and Fake Intel G Rank; Mizaki Kenmei and Theodor Deleon | |
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| stelium | Aug 16 2017, 03:58 PM Post #1 |
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The meeting inside the Nen police station, West Avenue branch, started at exactly 4 pm on this Wednesday afternoon, after checking that everyone is here, one of the staff gets up and closed the door to this small conference room and turns off the light. The systems were booting up and soon, images flashes onto the screen. A man in his later forties sit at the end of the table, he was known as captain Allan West according to the Hunter's Association staff who referred you here. He looks up at all of the people inside the room and said nothing. Using a laser pointer, he pointed at the picture now shown on the screen. "A few days ago, we received this anonymous tip. It took our team some effort, but we managed to decode it. ....Would have been a lot faster if SOMEONE didn't screw it up." he turns his head right and stared daggers at one of the staff, the latter let out an awkward laugh and quickly looked away. "I think the Hunter's Association already brief you on why you are here before coming to this place. But I will summarize. In short, this memo spoke of a meeting between the Surga family and the OTW group, of shipment of weapon exchange. It is going to happen somewhere in the York Shin City, but there's no mention of time, place or anything else." West signal for the staff to turns up the light again, and as the room lit up, he puts the pointer back onto the table. "the strange thing is, we had a mole inside the OTW group. But this memo didn't come from him. In fact, when we try to reach him for more information, the signal went blank." West said, rubbing his bread. "Because this is OTW group that we are talking about, it is likely that they employ nen users. We need you to somehow find out the time and location of the meeting place and as much of other relevant information as possible. ASAP. It says shipment...but we can't assume that it is going to happen in a pier, since airships are also referred to shipments...in any case..." West rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Our station is too small and doesn't have the facility to counter that. Although I believe this is real, that's why request HA to send some hunters for help. But we need some concrete evidence before we can request for reinforcement. It will be hard to arrange for reinforcement without notifying either the Surga family and OTW group, and we have to do it before their meeting. Speed and discretion are the keys here." West looks up from his hand and stares at the young men before him. "We are short handed as it is, so don't expect any help from us. But I heard that you hunters are a spectacular bunch...never was a big fan, but I have to rely on the Association's reputation that you can finish the job. I still have papers to fill in, but my staff can provide you with equipment that you may need for the duration of this mission." West waved his hand, dismissing them both. As the two of them were leaving the room, Mizaki received a text on his phone from an anonymous source and it reads. "be careful...the enemy, is watching you." Edited by stelium, Aug 16 2017, 04:11 PM.
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| broodboy | Aug 17 2017, 07:35 AM Post #2 |
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It wasn’t one of Theo’s normal days where he sat in front of multiple computer screens looking at stock options and tracking money payments. No, today was his first actual hunter contracted job. The life of an information hunter is not something most people would consider to be thrilling but that all depends on who you ask and what you’re trying to get. Earlier that day the green eyed devil was enjoying a cup of black coffee with eight sugars, the brain always needed caffeine and copious amounts of sweets or at least that’s what he believed. He scrolled through his emails when it came across his inbox; an official email from the Hunters Association that briefly depicted the details in a report with a time and a meeting location along with a few other key bits of information regarding involved parties to include the Surga Mafia family and the OTW group. He rubbed the sand from his eyes as he took a drag from overly sweetened dark roast; the smells invited his mind to stay awake despite the very apparent look of fatigue on his face. Surga Mafia family, they were a pain to deal with last year. He scanned the document quickly before remembering his last encounter with the deceitful bunch. What they lacked in report they certainly made up for in Jenni. He knew the family business was far more lucrative than what they were letting on. After all, no one had that kind of money based solely on auctioned legal goods. Theo pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose in clear annoyance. Of all the people to gather information on he had to gather it from the notorious family that made problems disappear one way or another. Not to mention the recently founded OTW Group that seemed not to care about their public image. Ten minutes passed noon and the lethargic man wondered into the packed conference room. Disgruntled glares and defensive body language assaulted him as the expressionless man walked over to a seat with his call sign on it, Mr. February. His eyes wondered all over the room to no one in particular until he seemingly became fixated with the way the space in the room was not being utilized to its full potential, those that wanted his attention would be hard pressed to get it now that he was busy doing mental math about how best to re-arrange the move and shuffle personnel to allow for maximum efficiency of the space. He began to softly whisper numbers and basic calculations like a crazy person talking to himself while staring blankly at the slide show. Before he knew it the presentation was over with as the lights cut on snapping him out of his academic tangent. He had heard enough secondary information to understand what he needed to do but the young man was more interested in the gentleman he was assigned to shadow. As the meeting came to a close at the West Avenue branch Nen Police Station, a place that desperately needed an acronym, the Captain dismissed the two men. Theo walked up to his counterpart; a gentleman who for lack of a better term made the golden haired boy looked dressed up. Theo was much taller than the comfortably dressed counterpart whose seat indicated he was also associated with the Hunter Association. Shuffling over to him the older of the two began to stare at Mizaki with an uncanny amount of focus. ”Hello, I look forward to working with you on this assignment.” the older man said in a lethargic and monotone voice. OOC
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| Conjurer | Aug 18 2017, 04:07 PM Post #3 |
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In the darkened conference room, the information hunter shifted into his folding chair as he listened to captain Allan West. Of course, he wasn't Allan West, as the association's secretary had informed them - it was a code name, and a rather obvious one at that - he was a captain of the Nen Police's West Avenue branch. He wore a dark-blue shirt, with a cheerful cartoon creature peeping out of his pocket, and denim shorts, contrasting with the dark suits and ties that the other room's occupants sported. He had studied them briefly as the computers booted up, and the presentation was set up. Mr. Febraury. A bespectaled, golden-haired young man with a messy style that stood out amongst the suits too... and another code name, most likely. It was a prelude to the network of lies and falsehoods they were about to tangle themselves in. Mizaki shot an understanding glance at the staff member that West chastised. It was him that provoked the delay - he thanked him silently for his invaluable work, however he had managed it. He had heard of the memo over two weeks ago, and he'd looked at the decoded version in advance of this meeting. And, naturally, it was wildly inaccurate, if not wholly misleading. He couldn't help but felt uneasy, behind the mask of his face - for the first time he'd be working against the Hunter's Association... or, at least against its nominal intentions. If he didn't deliberately provide a similiar stream of false, inaccurate or unhelpful information, the exchange would happen. A few more mysterious memos from anonymous sources would find their way to the Nen Police's hands, and they would be there at the time and place, stop it, confiscate a few weapons and probably even arresting several underlings of both the mafia family and the OTW group - the bosses wouldn't risk the dirty work themselves. And the bulk of the shipment would eventually end up in the OTW's hands, at a different time and place - by the intervention of an official bribed or threatened by or colluding with the Surga family. Mr. Febraury softly whispered numbers, with a blank stare, in a way that spoke ill in behalf of his sanity, until the lights were turned on again. The Nen Police's mole inside the OTW would aid them to orchestrate the plot to deviate the shipment wherein Mizaki would play his part. It would arm a rebellious group, and incite a bloody revolution aimed at overthrowing a brutal, opressive, autocratic government - it was a gray, complex goal, and recent history had shown that intervening to arm revolutionaries was hardly ever a good idea and were often used against the nations that provided them... ...and for that too, all of it must be kept secret. However, neither him nor anyone he knew at the association had any idea who was the source of the new memorandum. At the heightened risk of compromising himself, the previous mole had ceased to contact the Nen Police, feigning death. He would have to outsmart the OTW to avoid conflict, but it might be unavoidable and the captain's reminder elicited a deep breath from the young hunter. He looked at Mr. Febraury again once Mr. West went off in a linguistical tangent over the meaning of shipment. He nodded in understanding at the station captain's words, and requests for speed and discretion. He understood his job, and it was to actively hinder his, but both were as essential to his task as to the man's. Mizaki was relieved that the Nen Police was understaffed, and wouldn't tried to intervene, and couldn't help but wonder if, in even that, someone had meddled into the organization's internal politics to ensure. It wasn't, after all, unusual for it to use hunters, but an amused smile passed through the information hunter's lips as the man confessed the low esteemed in which he held them. Even though he understood the pseudo-rivalry, Mizaki wasn't too pleased by the casual dismissal, and got up from his chair slowly. Mr. Febraury walked towards him, and spoke slowly, in an aphatetic tone. He was a hunter, he supposed, but a relatively new one, he assumed - he didn't recognize the face, and he surely would if he was estabilished in his field. "I am, too.", he answered, extending his hand and introducing himself. "I am Mizaki Kenmei. I believe we haven't met before", he told him, in an even, professional tone. I am afraid I'll be working against you, he didn't say. As they left the room, the phone Mizaki had been provided by Mr. West's staff before he'd made the offer buzzed, with a new message. Mizaki swiped right to unlock it, careful not to let his companion see the text, he read casually. He mantained a calm demeanour, even though it froze his mind, raising hundreds of questions that demanded an immediate answer. Edited by Conjurer, Aug 18 2017, 04:09 PM.
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| stelium | Aug 18 2017, 05:14 PM Post #4 |
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The two men walked outside of the police station and stopped briefly to greet each other. That was when Mizaki's phone buzzed for the first time, it was a brand new phone provided by West Avenue Nen Police, and it has the same markings as the one provided to February'. Right now, the phone only has one message from "Unknown." If Mizaki hasn't suspect anything, he should have now, since merely seconds have passed from receiving the first message, a second message is received. Again, from "Unknown." -I fear that the enemy knows that I am here, I don't know how long I have now. The phone is bugged, they will trace it soon. Delete both messages when you get the chance. If a "Mole" contact you, don't believe him, the "Mole" is dead.- As Mizaki is quickly reading the first message while using his own body posture to prevent February from looking at the phone. Someone else, a small street kid, approached them from afar. He looks like barely above the age of 12 and was dressed in rags. Dirty messy hair and muddy face, he was going around and asking for pocket changes from the random people on the street. As he went closer to the two, standing closer to February, he looks up and pleaded with the taller man. "Please, Mister, can you spare some coins? I just want some bread..." but upon getting a good look at February however, whether it was the appearance or the general demeanor of the young man, it had scared the little kid and he quickly apologized and rushed away into a nearby alley. Edited by stelium, Aug 18 2017, 05:18 PM.
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| broodboy | Aug 19 2017, 09:46 AM Post #5 |
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Being a Hunter was a very new experience for Theo and he got that just his presence inside the Western Police Branch stirred a few more things than the worker's passion for putting away criminals. It is true that Hunters were the elite of the elite so having to outsource one’s job to someone had to come as an ego hit or at least that’s what the twenty-three-year-old thought. However, what he lacked in actual Hunter experience the boy more than made up for in his observationalists skills. Numbers have never lied to him and the meeting he was just apart of if one could call it that was far more than a briefing to catch up the new players in the game. No, Theo came to the conclusion that the entire presentation was fabricated to rationalize cooperation. After All, the payroll at the Police Bureau, the hiring numbers for each year group and every employee there in addition to several “off the book” bank accounts lead him to believe that one of the two groups responsible had the department in their back pocket if only partially. Appearances were never his strong suit and while he was muttering like a mad man in the dim light of the presentation room he was doing the statistical probability that there were multiple informants, one for the police in which he or she was most likely dead, one for the Surga family who probably didn’t care that the deal went off in the first place and just needed to keep tabs on the situation so it was never directly linked to the family or at least its inner members, and last but most plausible according to the math was a Hunter hired by the OTW group. This is what bothered him the most, that he could already think of multiple chess pieces on the board and it seemed that this Captain had yet to make any of these connections. This is going to be a pain in the ass… not only do I have to stop the shipment but now… there are multiple moles but… I wouldn’t go as far to call them all moles so much as pawns. Lost in thought he felt a bump from a poor boy who was begging for some coin.He gazed down at the young man with a thousand yard stare as he seemed to frighten the kid. He handed the burner phone he was given by the Department over to Mizaki with an apathetic look. ”Would you mind holding this for me? I don’t really see the point in having it when I have my Hunters phone.” He let out an exhausted sigh before he practically dropped the phone in the air assuming his partner would smartly catch it. February pulled a sucker from his pocket and began to enjoy its sweet release. Casually he walked over to the alley in which the dodgy kid had run into. In an accent perfect for the current region they were in he began to speak at the rascal. ”Hey, yo… Kid… get outta there and come talk to me for a spell. I’ve got some money in it for you if you do me favor…” The sudden change in demeanor and body posture would fool anyone had they not heard him speak moments before. His phone began to ring… the hunter phone. ”Hey Mikey, yous gots that stuffs I was asking for about that certain place?” The “stuffs” he was referring to was the current roster of all new highers for the Nen Police Division in the past year but, more importantly, their bank information. Edited by broodboy, Aug 19 2017, 09:47 AM.
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| Conjurer | Aug 19 2017, 03:04 PM Post #6 |
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Mizaki's mind raced as he thought about the implications of the text he'd recieved. Who sent the message? Who is the enemy? Who is watching me? Why am I being warned? He had just recieved this phone from the Nen Police, which limited the pool of people who would have access to it. However, that was too wide a pool, and he couldn't assume they had friendly intentions - it could just be a ploy to get his confidence. He searched the memorized text for linguistic cues, but he couldn't find nothing that would tell him who had warned him. It was odd - a comma, but neither sentence was capitalized, a combination that would make him guess that someone was careful not to be misunderstood, but held some disregard for the rules of punctuation, as long as he was understood. It didn't match anyone he had exchanged texts before with. Maybe, it could- Another text! A lightning flashed in his mind when he heard the buzz, but he maintained an outward calm demeanor, as he read the second text casually, using his posture to hide it from Mr. Febraury's sight. It raised more questions than it answered. In the second text, the sentences were capitalized - he might be over-analyzing, but it led him to believe the first had been written either in a rush or under some sort of pressure, or perhaps both, stemming for fear of being caught? It would fit nicely with the story that it suggested - that he was being contacted by his faction's contact in either the Surga family. If it were so, the last sentence meant the opposite of its semantic sense. He had been warned by the mole, who had ceased all communication to avoid detection - he was dead for them, or he had cause to fear he would be dead soon? If the text was what he expected to be some of his last words, that might also explain the linguistic shift towards a more formal tone. It was a fancy narrative, but because it was an explanation where every piece fitted nicely, it needn't be necessarily true. Mizaki didn't know who "Unknown" was, but he had cause to follow his advice. He would be even more vigilant towards anyone possibly following him, and he wouldn't carry the phone around - despite the assurances of the staff member who handed it to him, that he had recieved the messages meant that the device was compromised. He already had memorized both messages, and he would have deleted them if he hadn't been advised all the same. He had no reason to trust any "Mole", and if he were right, he supposed he wouldn't hear from the real one anymore. If he was right, he could speculate that the mole had some deep connection with the group towards which the weapons shipment would be diverted, to be willing to risk his life so. Aside from the speculations, he had gathered that the messages' sender had: contacts within the Nen Police (otherwise, it would have been impossible to guess which phone would be handed to Mizaki - Mr. Febraury's appeared to have identical markings), and either was friendly, had cause to believe his life was in danger and the warnings were genuine or he was trying to cut off communication between him and the Nen Police, to make him disregard genuine information from the real mole, and, most likely would contact him further to gain his confidence and lure him to a trap. However, his gut told him the sender was genuinely friendly... if the goal was the latter, there ought to be a better way to try to gain his trust - the prospect of life danger and implied risk at sending the messages didn't invite much further correspondence. Mizaki took the messages as a sign that he wasn't supposed to contact him or her, even if he could find a way to do so, as he couldn't guarantee it would be safe. A child in ragged clothes approached them, asking for change. In spite of the low regard in which he held charity as a theoretical matter, believing that the government ought to provide for the citizen's basic needs, and that they shouldn't be reliant on the faltering good-will of their fellow citizens... none of that mattered when facing a dirty child, and feeling a profound aching on his chest, almost real, he was reaching for his pocket. However, he took a glance at Febraury and ran away, apologizing, clearly scared, intriguing Mizaki. Mizaki caught Febraury's assigned phone midair, barely looking at it. He followed him, distant enough not to intrude too much, near enough to hear him, as if waiting for him to finish his business before they resumed walking together. He wondered whether the kid's appearance was entirely coincidential, but his appearance seemed to have accomplished nothing. Poor kid. If he hadn't been useful so far, his partner certainly would put him to use. Febraury's language and posture transformation was nearly flawless, and he couldn't help but to feel some envy at the easy with which it had been operated. He talked on the phone, probably aware that Mizaki was hearing. It was sensitive enough, but he had no reason not to trust Mizaki. In fact, he might be eager to impress him. He would certainly use that to his advantage. If he was too competent in other areas, he would pose a major problem. And if he started to investigate financial record too thoroughly... he appeared to be a competent investigator too. Edited by Conjurer, Aug 19 2017, 03:12 PM.
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| stelium | Aug 19 2017, 03:52 PM Post #7 |
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The little kid runs into the alleyway but was too scared to go any further, that was when he realized that he doesn't know this area. Chest heavy with stress, he turns around and hopes to get out of here. But when he turns around, he saw the large man from earlier had followed him into the alleyway, and he let out a small squeal of shock. He didn't think it was going to be this hard, he thought he had this! He was only supposed to get the "Mizaki" guy to come with him to meet the gramp, but he got the wrong person! Why do all adults look similar to him?!! And now the wrong person is following me! What am I supposed to do!! Things aren't supposed to be this way, it was supposed to be a simple job for some simple cash....oh no...he looks mean, am I going to get killed here...?! I'm too young to die!! The little kid looks like he was about to cry. This is when February's phone rang, February stopped approaching the kid in favor of answering the phone. The kid watches February with big watery eyes, when the large scary man is answering the phone, he takes a huge breath and attempts to make a run for it past February. "Yo Feb.! Long-time no see. Hey man, you owe me big time for this, and I'm not even talking about beers anymore, this is some sh*t going on. So to answer your question. The nen police division always had new hires, and last year the hiring was actually lower than usual, but still, fall within the normal range. The weird thing is, a lot more people were let go this past year, and always followed by some kind of monetary gain in their bank account from a variety of source. One of them, in particular, was said to sell some heritage to some collector and got big Jennis for it. There are also people who supposedly publish books and earned large royalty fees just before they were let go. Things like that. But anyway, the cat is calling and I need to take care of something..., gotta go, don't forget about paying me back with beers and the good stuff." Edited by stelium, Aug 19 2017, 04:28 PM.
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| broodboy | Aug 20 2017, 10:03 AM Post #8 |
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Mike Stent, an under the table private investigator with his hands in more cookie jars than any other man than Theo knew. One of the few people that enjoyed the Hunters off putting demeanor and in fact was considered a loyal close friend of his. A real straight shooter that got you the answers to questions you had and didn’t ask too many questions why and that was, even more, the case now once Theodoor became a Hunter. Rule Number 1 of an investigation. Follow the Jenni. The young man’s personal phone alerted him to an email with an attachment with a list of names organized by the amount of money that they had received post employment at the the Western Branch. He scrolled through the names and the numbers and chose two at opposite ends of the spectrum. One who had acquired half a billion Jenni for the alleged sale of some heritage and another only about half a million acquired for a tell all published book. His plan was to investigate why these two were let go from the department and see the files that lead to that as well as their person financials to figure out who paid them off. No way in hell someone from a police job makes that kind of money just for doing their job legally. Theo owed Mike way more than a beer. He hadn’t seen him in at least eight months and for help on his first case he should probably take him to Hunter worth steakhouse that served the town's best creme brulee, they shared a fondness for the sweeter things in life. That’s what he meant by “the good stuff”. ”Thanks, Bro, I owes you one for sure.” He hung the phone up and began to blankly stare down the street where the boy brushed by him for the second time. He spoke to his partner, in the same manner, he had before, a tone that was ice cold and without inflection and sounded like everything in the world bore him. " I have some business to take care of in a file's library. You’re welcome to join me, I am not sure how you operate or go about finding information or if you would like to cross notes about what just happened in the conference room first." Information Hunters were notoriously mistrusting of others and Theo fit the bill. He was not distrustful of Mizaki but he wouldn’t be the person he was if he didn’t take a look into his personal files and then look into what his personal files didn’t show. He would have to do that on his own time. He blankly stared down at a sucker he had pulled out from his pocket without realizing it. ”Oh… I guess he didn’t want a sucker.” the apathetic boy almost sounded sad. Edited by broodboy, Aug 20 2017, 10:04 AM.
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| Conjurer | Aug 21 2017, 04:21 PM Post #9 |
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As Febraury walked towards the kid, he gave him a sympathetic look, trying to reassure him. However, the poor child was too scared to give him any notice, and seemed to be terrorized by his companion rather than by him. Is he after me, then? Although the young beggar's appearance could have been just a coincidence... he was acting too unnaturally, he was absolutely terrified -and Mr. Febraury's look didn't warrant that, which made the hunter suspected he had been paid to either observe or deliver a message to Mizaki. As he watched the kid, cornered and with tears threatening to stream down his face while his companion walked towards him, Mizaki casually looked at his phone and, quickly reading both text messages once again to make sure he had memorized them, deleted them permanently from its memory. Febraury's own hunter phone buzzed as he pressed the delete button for the second time, and he lifted his eyes to look at the child. Mizaki stayed where he was as he made an attempt to run past them, not hiding the fact that he was listening to Febraury's conversation. He gently stopped the kid with his left arm, after he brushed past his companion - or rather, adversary. He held the scared child, several years younger than even himself, firmly by his arm, yet careful not to hurt him, while he quietly assured him he wouldn't hurt him, and pressed a finger in front of his lips. As his eyes widened, the information hunter's free right hand found his way to his shorts' pocket, and emerged from there with his wallet, from which a few thousand-jenni banknotes appeared. If I give him too much money, someone will eventually grow suspicious, and it may not end well for him. If I give him too little, he won't be tempted... Meanwhile, he listened to the conversation, covering the beggar child's mouth with his right hand as he attempted to speak, or cry, and then gently, slowly, removed it and pressed his index finger to his lips, insisting on silence. A few, or several officers in the Nen Police are being bribed... to abandon it. He didn't quite understand - wouldn't it be more profitable to let them stay there and use them as informants? Are they being paid to stay out of the way? Anyway, something was obviously wrong with the finances of those leaving the organization, and Febraury wanted to investigate them. Let him investigate. He would have only to worry about it if he found something that led him to places he must dissuade him from venturing into. Febraury hung up, and the child gasped as he looked towards Mizaki. "I want to have a little chat with him first, but I'll join you afterwards", he answered, in an calm, collected tone. "He seems to be rather afraid of you... it might be best I speak to him alone, but..." he added, and then nodded towards the boy. I'll tell you about our conversation afterwards, he said without resorting to words. "well, you'd have to trust me, I'm afraid." Otherwise, we won't get anything from him, he implied. He smiled at the beggar, whose face was a mosaic of emotions, with fear clearly standing out. "What's your name?", he asked gently. "How old are you?" |
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| stelium | Aug 25 2017, 02:25 PM Post #10 |
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Jonny nearly jumped out of his skin when he was caught by someone...who would have thought that his brilliant strategy of attempting a daring escape while the big scary guy is answering his phone would end up in failure...He heard his friends did the something, stealing bread while the owner was talking to some customers and it had always worked for them, so where did it all go wrong?! The little beggar is questioning his life in general. The little kid tries to struggle against his constraint, but the one who caught him was a lot bigger than he is and confines him quite easily. Things are getting a turn towards the worst as he unknown person puts a hand over his mouth, various image of the back street alley and staby stabbba stabb black and white silent film flashes over his mind. For a second there he almost thought that it was over for him, but he didn't want to go down without a fight, and before he can even attempt to kick the guy or bite him or do something, anything, the guy flashed a cheque in front of him and Jonny was instantly silenced. Well...he's pretty sure there are people who have been lured away and killed by this method, but that doesn't change the fact that Jonny needs cash. The little kid quiets down and pats on the man's hand, signaling to him that he won't scream so just let go of the hand. Now that he had taken a quick look, he was pretty sure that this was actually the "Mizaki" dude that he was supposed to find. "What's your name? How old are you?" "Mizaki" asked. To which Jonny rolled his eyes as he was finally allowed to speak, he made an attempt to grab the note on the man's hand and grumbled quietly "That's...none of your business...! What is worth to you anyway..." he looked to the side. "You are the "Mizaki" dude right..? The gramps at the valley park wants me to give this to you." The kid pushed a piece of paper into Mizaki's hand, a string of number is written on the paper and nothing else. The boy robbed his own shoulder. "Geesh, I'm just the messenger, and I did just that. So let me go already! You guys are all crazy scary, I hope I don't run into you again." Edited by stelium, Aug 25 2017, 02:27 PM.
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