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| Agent Price | Oct 16 2008, 09:12 AM Post #11 |
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((OOC - I thought this might be a good time to give you something to really worry about. Here comes the Agent...))Inside the cafe, Spirit's phone began to ring once more. Rhilus. Another call only meant one thing... The darkness was rapidly consuming the skyline, and the two headlights of the black vehicle illuminated its path in pale yellow. Approaching the cafe at a slow and steady speed, no one would pay it any attention if it hadn't looked so out of place. So... improper. As it turned into the parking lot of the cafe, The headlights flashed against several dark figures, providing only fleeting glimpses to anyone who had been looking. The engine purred throatily, before dying as the car came to a stop in the centre of the lot. The headlights were killed last, and darkness descended upon the scene once more. Each of the car's windows were blacked out, revealing nothing of its contents or occupants. To the outside world, the car was as a dark enigma - waiting to be understood. On the inside, Agent Price sat rigidly in the seat, both hands still firmly on the wheel and his eyes looked out of the windscreen from behind his sunglasses. It was warm inside, but Price could feel nothing in the way of such human traits. He was programmed to protect the Matrix's interests in all things, and for that, he needed no trace of humanity save for his appearance. Slowly, he released his grip, and brought both arms to his sides. He'd left the key in the ignition - logic dictated that no-one would be foolish enough to attempt a robbery here, and that there was a very real chance his quarry would try to flee. Outside, he could see the watcher programs melting about the area, and he pressed his index finger to his earpiece as he monitored their readings. Nothing escaped the attentions of an Agent. At least, nothing that stemmed from the Matrix. The influence the troublesome Zionates reached was more than frustrating for Price, and it only served to make his job more difficult. Often, he would contemplate exactly why the creator had deemed in appropriate to allow him to process and experience certain human emotions. Anger, contempt, glee and satisfaction were but a few of the things at his disposal, and he was still undecided as to whether or not they were useful. Of course, the creator had ensured any detrimental traits were absent - fear, jealousy, panic, sadness and empathy to list but a few. Despite the cultivation of only beneficial emotions, Price contemplated exactly what it would be like to be free of all. The idea of being a slave to animalistic, human processes disgusted him, and he felt as if it sometimes impaired his work. Regardless, he was as efficient as an Agent program could realistically be, and that satisfied him. The target was in the diner. He could see her through the windows, along with another, unidentified man. Price checked the signal, and quickly realised that he was a threat. A Zionite. Dipping a hand into his jacket, he tugged to loosen his weapon from its holster, and pulled it out before him. Things just got a little more interesting. A kill would surely be a blow to Zion. Especially when it related to their newly apparent chosen. Edited by Agent Price, Oct 16 2008, 04:50 PM.
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| Reaper | Oct 17 2008, 07:15 PM Post #12 |
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[OOC: Hows a bout we make it really interesting. ]Damn babysitting duty, thought Alex as he stretched his legs for the hundredth time, no wonder the Captain was pissed. His crew were veterans, the elite. Must be something special about the girl sitting pretty inside. He looked across the rooftop Viking had sent him and Keys to keep watch from. Keys was crouched low behind the brick wall surround the roof spaces edge. He still had a little trouble getting his head around the difference of appearance when she jacked in. In the real she was a fairly short japanese girl with jet black hair and a shy attitude. inside the matrix she was a little more hardcore. Her hacked avatar had a good few centimetres height over her reality, short blond hair instead of black and the armour was a sure sign she knew what she was going when it came to hacks. Army chiefs would give their right arm leg and whatever else she asked for to get a piece of it. The norm of the matrix was flack jackets at worse ceramics at best. Her armour was goddam futuristic. some flexiple polymer or something. She'd tried to explain it to reaper once. Striaght over his head. He settled for so long as it keeps her safe, he couldnt care less what it was made of. The sound of an engine coming to halt ended his reverie and he crossed to Key's side. "What have we got here then?" he asked Shouldering the Sniper rifle hooked onto a tripod hooked to the Wall. His orders from Viking were clear; No interference in the contact with the girl, any means neccesary, the usual stuff. Key dropped the spotters scope and looked over at Alex "Ten grunts this side, no ident. Jester says ten more out of view keeping a perimeter An Agent's just shown up too." She whispered. Shit he thought. Agents weren't the hell they apparently used to be according to the legends, but they were still nightmares to deal with. "OK get me a bead on the grunts.A few of them should get the agents attentions." He replied to her intel. 'specially if I throw a couple o' warning shots aimed at his head as well." he added under his breath. To this Keys simply nodded. She knew his moods, this would get messy fast. she pressed the safety on her carbine before checking the view. She picked out the first two and called them. Alex Fired. PHUT, PHUT. The half meter long Silencer was doing its job. Two .30Cal rounds tore silently through the air imapacting with the two grunts, dropping them immidiatly. A third skimmed the Agents aura. Turn around Bastard, thought Reaper. I want see those baby blues before I put a bullet through em. Keys kept her mouth shut. The Reaper had reaped his first kills of the night. they wouldn't be the last. |
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| Agent Price | Oct 18 2008, 05:28 AM Post #13 |
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Information buzzed into Price's earpiece like a choir of insects as the shots were fired and deaths caused. With unhuman speed, Price wrenched his door open and dashed out into the night air. He crouched low, using his car for cover, and began to process the reams of data the Matrix was providing him with. Three shots. Two kills. Trajectories.... There. They had come from the direction of a nearby rooftop - a sniper. Weapon in hand, Price suddenly burst from cover and aimed his weapon in the general direction of the shots. His dark appearance was difficult to make out in the dimly lit parking area, but the crisp whiteness of his shirt betrayed his location. Squeezing the trigger, Agent Price let out a hail of shots towards the roof. He didn't expect to hit anything, but it would certainly let them know he had found them. Things had gotten interesting - an unexpected turn of events indeed. Looks like Zion wanted this girl a little more than they were letting on. |
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| Iris | Oct 19 2008, 08:30 PM Post #14 |
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"Yeah, I think so..." Iris gave him a nod as she briefly looked over the GPS directions, her voice uncertain of whether two months in the city was enough time to find her way around the streets. For the past few minutes she had stood there listening to him talk and watching him drink. She was still unsure of what he was or wasn't telling her. However all those details didn't matter so much the instant she heard the man say that there was a chance her escape could work. Placing the cell phone into her pocket, she took out her keys and tried to mentally prepare herself to move fast. The adrenaline had started to kick in back when she saw the men outside the window and now her heart was beating fast. She moved to follow the man, and that's when the gunshots pierced the still atmosphere of the night out side the cafe. |
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| Reaper | Nov 2 2008, 09:03 PM Post #15 |
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Keys and Reaper ducked down behind the wall as the Agents return fire tore into the brickwork sending chips of morter and brick dust into the air settling onto the prone forms of the Zion soldiers. A smile crossed Reapers face at the prospect of a decent fight. In contrast Keys face was a picture of resignation that this would probably end of with something blowing up. Something always did when Reaper got involved. "Party time." Said Reaper almost excitedly. He Looked back over while once the Agents fre had finished and quckly checked the Rifle. Still intact and unhit. he loosed it from the tripod and shouldered it. The Agent and a couple of grunts were still looking to the rooftops unable to pin their exact positon because the dim lighting on the road below. Reaper aimed once, fire, twice fired. The grunts fell to the groud either dead or wounded. They wern't important but the numbers needed to be thinned to give the mark a chance to escape. Keys stayed down as Reaper joined her in expectation of further return fire. |
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