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| +transcon+ | Jan 17 2008, 05:48 AM |
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Though most of the party in the alleyway paid no mind to what Jenosa mentioned, Omega took quick note of it. His head jerked up as his eyes caught a glimmer of movement. Whatever it was, it crossed the gap between rooftops. In his eyes, he saw a faint glimmer of ultraviolet in a bug-like shape. However, Twilight recaptured his attention. "Something wrong with a bunch of people hanging out here?" he questioned innocently. "If we don't feel comfortable here, I guess we can move. But, I wonder what it was that Jenosa and I saw? It was going that way." Omega-Alpha raised a clawed finger to the sky and gestured the direction the figure was moving. While a section of him was thinking about the critter he thought he saw, the rest of him was still trying to make sense of the loss of Trisha. The hand that gestured at the hidden object that flew over head opened back up and rested itself on Lorillal's back between her shoulder blades. He wondered what kind of feelings others might have felt about the news. Lorillal was the sister, and Ben was a close friend. But the rest of Omega's "pack" were strangers to the woman. It was a warm sight to see his own friends react in such a comforting way, despite the majority not knowing one of their own. "We can move," he finally suggested, "but keep an eye out. I thought I saw something under cloak. That must mean something strange is happening. Mother, lead the way." -------------------------------------------------------------------- If a Ki-Hunter could swear under it's breath, it would have. As Zik hopped from rooftop to rooftop, his compound eye caught sight of something resembling Narssek's description of Omega-Alpha. In near-panic, he picked up his pace as he tried to put distance between himself and that creature at street level. He was so worried about his own life, he about swallowed his bubblegum. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Yuur nodded silently at Admiral Narssek. He had just received two messages, one from the pair watching a house on the outskirts of town, and one from Zik. Compounded, he sent a single silent private message to his commanding officer. "Then, if everyone's ready," Narssek finally said after finishing his martini, "it would be high time to proceed. Compatriots, do as you wish, but tune your communications devices to these preset frequencies to maintain contact. Any who wishes not to accompany us will still have continued contact as needed. You will be informed of any further development. I'm sure that Madam Shorena will want to excuse herself from these kinds of dealings to provide a protective plausible deniability." With that, Narssek stood and walked over to the bar. He reached into a compartment built into the waste area just above the belt line over his right hip. There, he produced a single orange colored stone. It was shaped, cut, and polished. The colors were grainy and mottled. However, by the barkeeper's eyes, it must've been valuable. "Now, remember," he said as he slid the stone across the counter top, "we aren't pirates." He turned back to Nick and gestured for the door. "Whenever you're ready." |
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