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| Lee Rodey | Oct 10 2008, 08:54 PM Post #1 |
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Lee was sitting on top of one of the rooftops, looking over the city, peering down at all the cars flying by and travelling around, most of the people in their cars not even having a clue of what was really going on. They could just be passing from day to day, but today, Lee was not here to worry about them, he was here to play his part, a part in what he knew was coming. He had sent out a message to an old ‘friend’ of his, though he doubted this particular person would view there friendship in such a way, Lee had tried to blow him up after all, but he did say no hard feelings, so what else could he do. His outfit was a little more ‘tamed’ then his usual stuff, but he still had to admit, sitting on the rooftop was kind of cool, he had always gotten used to what the matrix was, he tried to even get his head around the fact that he was still plugged in. He had no idea why some-one didn’t just take him over, there was always that possibility, wasn’t there? Wasn’t there a reason he hadn’t simply been disconnected from the Machine Mainframe and then boom, one less ‘problem’ to take care of… He shook his head, trying to dislodge the rather depressive thought. He awaited the appearance of the one he had contacted… he hoped it wouldn’t be that long, he was getting a bit long |
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| Throttle | Oct 10 2008, 09:50 PM Post #2 |
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His outfit was more practical than usual; where his residual self image usually went for Armani and Gucci, today he'd decided to go for full on urban warfare gear. Loose fitting combat pants, tight fitting bulletproof vest itching against the bare skin of his chest, and a nice, well worn-in pair of boots on his feet. Weapons, minimal. A knife in one boot, and that was it. If he got into any kind of trouble, there wasn't a gun in the world good enough to help him out. He knew the risks, as everyone did, and he had the training that at least prepared him for some eventualities. But he wasn't some crazy-powerful mind-melding matrix maestro. He was just a nineteen year old errand boy, it seemed, getting sent by his captain to meet anyone who sent a message. Sometimes he even got to meet those whom the captain had sent notes to, as he had done the other night in the cemetary. New boys got all the sucky jobs. This one, though, was apparently a little less straightforward than the meeting in the cemetary. The location was just as remote, which was the kind of meeting place Throttle liked, but the people were different. All he'd gotten about Cage was that he'd know the guy when he saw his; what he'd gotten about Lee Rodey was much more informative. Hence the practical clothing instead of the suit he more commonly wore. if this guy ended up getting them in trouble, then he wanted to make sure he could at least move freely to combat it. That was why he wore only the bulletproof vest, and not a top underneath it, too much restriction on movement. Stepping out onto the rooftop, his young eyes instantly picked out the figure he'd been sent to meet with. It was hard not to, since they were the only two people up there, and his eyesight was always perfect. "Lee Rodey?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "You sent a message." |
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| Lee Rodey | Oct 12 2008, 07:19 PM Post #3 |
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His back to the door, Lee didn’t recognise the voice, he turned around, instantly drawing the pistol in his left holster, drawing out the 9mm semi-automatic pistol, holding it at arm’s length, his firing arm straight and solid, before looking down the barrel at this guy. ”Who are you?” Lee said, looking at the kid squaring, his arm not shaking, his eyes almost throwing daggers at this kid. If throttle has sent me a new guy…. Lee thought to himself, I swear, I’m gonna be pissed off, I told him to come alone, not send some bloody red pill to take his place… Son of a bitch clearly doesn’t care about what I ask for… ”I asked you the hell are you?” Lee said, his voice calm but in the back of his head he was slightly alarmed, only two people knew about where he was, and one of them was Lee, the other was Throttle, but what if his message had been intercepted, he was tempted to just blow this kid’s head off and be done with it, if Throttle had sent a new boy, then are well, put it down to captain error… |
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| Throttle | Oct 12 2008, 08:52 PM Post #4 |
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There was a gun up in his face, and only the speed of everything stopped Throttle from taking a stepback. By the time he registered the gun, his body was already working out that it was futile to even attempt to dodge it. He wasn't fast enough to dodge bullets, even if the amount of training he'd done meant that his neurokinetics were pretty good. Not amazing, nowhere near agent or rogue programme level, but good enough. "My name is Throttle," he said, as the guy insisted that he give over his name. "My captain sent me." Sent him why? Throttle didn't know, although he guessed it was partly because he was young and expendable, and partly because he had done all the training, had done all the extra stuff he had done in preparation for a place on a hovercraft. He didn't mess about, even when someone had a gun pointed at his head and he felt like he was going to start laughing at how much of a rush such a situation gave him. laughing while someone had a gun pointed at your head probably wasn't a good idea at all. "I take it you are Lee Rodey?" |
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