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| +Aiko+ | Feb 22 2009, 04:36 PM Post #41 |
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Roffel House!
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“Jenosa!” Adam yelled as she screamed in his grip. Her body writhed back, shrinking away from the roof like it was coming to eat her. He didn’t know what was going on, but Jenosa looked like she was under attack. Not being polite this time, Adam invaded the systems on Jenosa’s ship and high-tailed it out of there. He did a thorough scan of the ship itself, even going so far as to purge the internal atmosphere and replace it fully with outside air. The ship wasn’t reading anything anomalous, but there was no doubt that something was affecting Jenosa. Finally, her struggling stopped, and he sank to the floor with her. Her face was white as a ghost, and her gaze was just as haunted. "They're - they're really...here. They really really here!" “Who, Jenosa? What’s wrong?” Adam asked, helping her to sit up against the wall. He crouched down next to her and held onto her shoulders again. “What happened?” |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 24 2009, 12:56 AM Post #42 |
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BURMA
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((OOC: Not really sure what else I can do here, so I guess this is it.)) After the talk, Faulias proceeded to reactivate his suit, crawl back into it after re-equipping his various items, and running a diagnostic. Everything checked out normally. He checked his ship's cameras again and identified a lone figure, armed, walking toward the warehouse. Swearing under his breath, he turned his back to the wall and began to prepare his weapons. "Twilight," Faulias said quietly, his voice barely seeping out of the external speaker, "we've got inbound. We may not be able to get out of this without fighting, so I'd get prepared. Maybe if we cover ourselves well enough we can just avoid this." He cocked his rifle as he finished talking, slowly walking, back to the wall, into the shadows of the warehouse. |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 26 2009, 06:25 PM Post #43 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa barely registered the 'ghostly' arms that lay a solid grip on her and helped her sit up. She was terribly weak, and she could barely move a muscle; she felt like a rag doll just laying there, sitting up against the wall. She lulled her head a bit for a small moment, panting to regain her strength, the look in her youthful green eyes as though she had just come face-to-face with her worst fears; a fear that was not someone or something, but an outcome. It seemed to take her a long moment to simply look at Adam with a cognitive look, her head swimming worry and momentary fright until that youthful spirit of hers fought it back. Who said...your worse fears have come true? she thought, closing her eyes momentarily, C'mon Jen, you know you'll have to take things at face value, one way or another; you have once, you have many times, and will now. When she opened them, the look in them had changed dramatically from a frightened person to one of strong defiance not willing to give in to the unknown enemy Adam could not see. "Adam," she spoke softly in a way that belied her current demeanor, now having regained a regular breathing state. "I've...always wondered why you've placed some of your trust in me, even though you barely know me save for one terrific deed you know I did. It just kind of bothers me a little...that you looked to me for help when I could have done that deed for all sorts of reason, benign or possibly malevolent." She sighed wistfully, and lifted a weak arm onto Adam's lowered as if in compassion. She made a tired, wry smirk, "Though it's not like what I said will stop me from helping you. What's here - who's here...well, it, him - naaaah, just them. Well, they're a butt load of danger; to you, to the Federation, and everyone else. I don't know what's really going on, but I was not on this planet by coincidence or by the message sent out to other bounty hunters. I was drawn here, most likely by accident, by the very creeps I speak off. I've seen enough in my life-time to not ignore them, and for some reason, they're after Twilight. I get the strange feeling that they're even working with the Federation momentarily, but whatever the case, I want answers, ones that might be important for both you and me." She gripped Adam with renewed strength and vigor, though she had not yet fully recovered, "Now, promise me that you'll look for anything with a bio-signature similar to mine; watch for any incidents involving machines with strange behavior; and most of do not touch any red or purple bio-matter that would have a similar bio-signature to me. See what you can do to get it sealed off." "Although," she thought for a moment, "from the looks of it, they haven't attempted to create an outbreak." _________________________ (OOC: Since Fatalis didn't take the initiative and meat my guy (Chicken....j/k), and I'll do it. I'm coming for you my pretty, heeheHEHEhehehHAHAHAhahahah *Cough*. Also, Twilight, tell if there’s anything that bother’s you about the last bit of my post.) Gellion noted that the Faulias wasn't around his ship, or at least anywhere near it. That didn't bother him; what did bother him were quite a few odd, purple hues he could see 'painting' the abandoned shed. It was very minute and difficult to see, but it was there. This aroused his curiosity, and he told the soldiers he led to start surrounding the perimeter, but not yet notify the rest. He was only working off of a hunch, and for all he knew, he could bee simply see some twit hiding a big, electronic toy. As he opened the door, his presence could be distinctly felt by Twilight, and Twilight only. It was distinct and possibly similar towards a trait that the Ing had; however, words, thoughts and emotions could be made out from this feeling of Gellion's presence. Rather, it was something akin to hunting wolf whose growl could be heard; it gave you a distinct idea that the wolf was quite likely to attack. Though no 'growling' could be truly made out, it was without a doubt this presence was sending a crawling sensation that he was being hunted. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 26 2009, 08:40 PM Post #44 |
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Native Son
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If Wight was expecting an ambush or for the warehouse to be booby trapped, he was going to be sorely disappointed. The building was completely empty, and scans would show no nasty surprises of any kind waiting for him on the inside, other than the fact that it was rather hot and musty inside. No bombs or trip wires attached to the door, no auto turrets planted anywhere. And most importantly, nobody inside, human or otherwise. The only thing waiting for him was a handwritten note taped to the door.
................................ "You shoulda told him he was being watched." Grace and Rex sat in the car, which they had parked around the corner and out of sight from the warehouse. Grace had hidden a camera on the building across the street and was keeping an eye on the feed with her laptop. "Shouldn't have to," Grace replied. "If he knows what he's doing - and that's a big "if" - but if he knows what he's going, then he should already assume he's being watched. I know I would." She thought of all the times she was on a job, sneaking through some location or another. Her first instinct was to always be on the lookout for cameras, sensors, or anything else that could bring unwanted attention her way. Long experience had taught her that you should never think that you were undetected, even if you appeared to be so. If she didn't see any cameras, she assumed they were well hidden and planned her movements accordingly. When she did see cameras, she assumed that there were even more that she didn't see. It was that kind of healthy paranoia that had so far managed to keep her alive long enough to see her thirtieth birthday. If she was lucky - and careful - she might even make it to forty. She turned her attention back to the screen, the view zoomed in close on the warehouse. Before long, she caught the telltale blur of a cloaking device approaching the building. It was easy to miss, which of course, was entirely the point. But nobody, not even the most advanced civilizations in the galaxy like the Chozo or the Luminoth, had thus far managed to create a perfect cloaking system. A sharp eye could make them out relatively easily. Staying locked onto them, that was the hard part. "He's here," she said, pointing to the blur in the center of the screen. "Check it out, he's gone invisible." She glanced at her watch. Still another twenty minutes before they were technically supposed to arrive. "He's early. Way early." "Alright, well let's go then," Rex said, reaching up to the ignition. Grace, however, grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Hold on there cowboy," she said. "Ain't quite time yet. And I intend to make him wait." "What for?" "Oh, come on now, Rex." There was that smile again... the scheming smile. "A woman always makes a man wait for her. Besides, it'll give us a chance to see how he responds. If he waits like I asked him to, then there's no problem. If he goes in anyway, despite what my note clearly says, then he's either too stupid or too stubborn to follow simple instructions. Either way, you can't work with a man like that." "So you're testing him?" Rex asked. "Yeah, something like that." |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 3 2009, 01:52 PM Post #45 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: I wasn't planning on having Wight walk up to the front door exactly, but ok ^^; "Twilight. We've got inbound." Faulias said silently through his power suits external speaker, then saying they might be able to avoid detection if they hid, shortly followed by him walking into the shadows of the warehouse. Twilight had to wonder what he was going on about, the feds had no way of knowing he had 'deserted' just yet, so if there was either other Hunters or Feds comming this way, why not just meet them and 'explain' the situation? To him it seemed a far better alternative. Twilight shrugged mentally as he decided he might aswell do like Faulias and started walking toward the back of the warehouse, toward the stack of crates he had hid behind before. But just then he felt... Something... It was a familiar, yet unique feeling, it was similiar to something he had felt many many times before, a long time ago, yet it was completely different in how it 'felt'... It almost felt like the kind of mental dominance a Guardian were in possession off compared to normal Ing. Realizing that there was a very low chance of actually succeeding in remaining hidden, Twilight ran behind the crates anyways. Although he was unsure of how to deal with whatever was closing in on the warehouse he began to channel small amounts of dark energy as he spread it over the warehouse, making the shadows covering most of it grow larger and darker, eating the light around them. The small amount of dark energy he had used to accomplish this was hopefully not going to be noticed, as with that around he might be capable of masking his presence from the omnious predatory feel he was getting from whatever just opened the doors. ---
'Back in ten.' Wight thought sarcastically to himself as he read the piece of paper stuck to the door. Normally he would never have even considered taking the front door for something which could be an obvious trap, but his superior had told him to 'get on good terms' with the Grey Fox just incase. More like it would get him killed. But in either case, this meant she had either set this up beforehand, or were already around, although the limited scan equipment his suit carried did not give any readings from within the warehouse, meaning she or someone affiliated with her was most likely watching him right there, and though his stealth equipment was powerful, it was not perfect. With a grunt the tall man disengaged his cloaking device, and changed his suit to full-shield mode, just incase they were indeed around, although compared to combat armors his stealth suits shield were laughable, though capable of taking atleast one powerful hit before being disabled temporarily. Despite what he might look, standing by the door with his arms crossed inside the black cloak, Wight was ready to dodge around the closest corner at first sign of hostility from whomever might be watching him, although he did not just stand there doing nothing. "Command, Wight. Requesting radar scan and satellite feed in my area." He said silently over his comm-unit, switching the frequency to a less used one to avoid the Grey Fox from picking it up. ["Request granted agent Wight, please stand-by."] Came a reply just a few seconds later, a couple more seconds passed before his tactical display was updated with far more detail, as well as heat signatures and an option for a direct-feed from the satellite (or rather, one of the larger ships in orbit). 'Hmm, seems to be a car just a short distance away with two people in it, that may be the fox or perhaps her henchmen. Though there does not seem to be anyone else around and no other major heat signatures, perhaps they are waiting for backup, or they just intend to make me wait. Well, I guess I will wait and see, patience is a part of the job.' Wight thought as he continued to glance around the area like if oblivious to the car just out of sight. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 9 2009, 01:04 AM Post #46 |
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Native Son
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Grace watched intently as her new friend waited outside the warehouse. Okay, so he could follow instructions, well done there. Now she was watching to see if he made any other moves that could sink his chances, like calling for backup or taking off altogether. At the moment, it looked like he was talking to someone over a comm, though she couldn't hear what they were saying. Somebody had obviously gotten wise and decided to switch channels. A minor setback, but in the end, it didn't really matter to her. She already had the advantage, as far as she was concerned. "So, you think he's watching us too?" Rex asked. "He is absolutely watching us," Grace replied, not taking her eyes off the monitor. "That I can guarantee." "Shit!" Rex nervously looked around the city block, going through a minor but noticeable panic as he tried to spot the cameras or surveillance teams. "Where? I didn't see anybody." "Me neither," Grace said. "Didn't see a damn thing... but they're there. I know they are." "How can you be sure?" She gave Rex a look like "you can't be serious," nearly channeling John McEnroe for a brief moment. "Were you even listening to a word I was just saying?" she asked incredulously. Rex was a good kid, but he would never be mistaken for an intellectual powerhouse. "No, I didn't actually see anything, but that don't mean it ain't there! C'mon, Rex. Use your head for something other than figuring odds." She looked at her watch. Several minutes had passed already, and her friend had not yet disappointed. "Alrighty, let's go." ....................... She came around the corner, silent as can be. Though Wight was likely watching his instruments, her sudden appearance right behind him would be startling nonetheless. And there she was, the Grey Fox, dressed in a knee length black leather coat, matching leather pants, and dark sunglasses. Flanking her was a man in a beige trenchcoat and shades. The man had a gun in his hand, a Hydra Mark IV directed energy pistol. A potent little piece, and not a cheap one either. Clearly not the weapon of a low rent thug. "I didn't catch your name," she said. ....................... "Excuse me, Dr. Harris?" A young research assistant poked his head into Harris's office, looking quite spooked. "Sir..." he said nervously, "there's um... there's someone here to see you..." Another man gently pushed the assistant out of the way and entered the office. He wore a simple gray suit and white shirt, no tie, his shades tucked away in his breast pocket. It was a far more casual look than the usual button-down Men-In-Black look that his ilk was generally known for. "Agent Donovan, Section 6," he said, flashing an ID badge at Harris. Behind him, the research assistant gave a look as if to say, I tried to stop him. "So Doc... not even one day into this job and you've already managed to f*ck things up, haven't you?" |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 9 2009, 01:21 PM Post #47 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: I'd really appreciate it if you'd ask me about my NPC's backgrounds next time ^^; Dr. Harris has been working under the feds for well over ten years. Harris did not bother to turn around when he heard the door slide open behind him, although he did close down all of the operation data that was displayed on his monitor and out of habit pressed a hidden switch on the underside of his chairs arm-stand. The screen blinked for a second, and then returned to display the exact same image as before. It appeared like if nothing had truly happened, but in truth he had switched the computers memory and harddrives with another set which was the ones that was easily visible near the console itself, while the ones he had used previously was hidden in a small but completely enclosed space behind the large display, not even visible with X-Ray. "Sir... there's um... there's someone here to see you..." Normally he would not have bothered, but seeing as he was dealing with a rather... Unusual situation at the moment he could take no risks, and as such he pressed another switch as he made the automated chair swing around, giving him a perfect view of the man who just entered the small office. The man flashed an ID badge and identified himself as a member of Section 6, just what he had been afraid off. It seemed they must have caught wind of his operation, how they managed it however was unknown to him. "So Doc... not even one day into this job and you've already managed to f*ck things up, haven't you?" Harris looked back at Donovan with a light smile on his lips, but his eyes held a questioning look. "Why this is quite an honor, to have an agent of Section 6 check up on me. However I am unaware of what you are reffering to. I admit, we have been unable to find the information the government asked of us, however we are doing our best." What he said was partially true. Though he used very secure lines of communication out of the planet, and even after that they were prety secure. And to top it off they were masked as being something entierly different, that being just what he claimed right now. The only way to truly discover the true contents would be to directly examine the information, which would have been a major law breach in itself, even for Section 6. He doubted the agent would simply believe him however, so he began to prepare any possible counter-measures in his head. The agent seemed well aware of something big going down, so there was a possibility that Section 6 already knew everything of what was going on around Atu-3, strange seeing how he had chosen that planet simply for being a fringe world where there was little Federation activity. --- It was soon time for their 'meeting'. Just about five or so minutes left according to Wights 'internal clock'. Being able to count every second and time an action to the right moment was something he had more or less mastered, so he was able to keep a fairly decent track of even minutes without the help of his equipment, though he could bring up a timer or clock on his HUD if he so wished. Sure Wight did not hear anything, but he could clearly see the two figures on his tactical HUD move from the car-like object and toward him. However he did not want to give away that he had indeed known exactly where they were, so he just halfly turned toward where they were about to come out, and when they did gave them a moment to make him appear unknowing, before he quickly turned around, facing the two with his left arm under his black cloak, positioned like if he grasped for a gun. However Wight did not carry any firearms on him, it was merely to make it appear as if he was surprised, but incase they were indeed planning to attack he had one of his actual weapons hidden under his right wrist. Luckily however it appeared they were not directly hostile, though the man in a trenchcoat held a nice piece of work in his hand, that kind of gun could easily disable Wight's suit shield with a shot or two, if it hit. From what he had heard about the Grey Fox however he had assumed she would have had some kind of stealth equipment herself. How she managed to survive this long as a freelancer with all the detection technology available now was a wonder in itself, but he guessed it just proved how good she must be, if that was truly her. "I didn't catch your name." Wight relaxed his stance and moved his left hand out of his cloak to show he did not hold any weapons, not that he needed any to kill in an instant however, his suit used the latest nano-technology and light-weight exo-skeleton available, it was more than capable of diverting power from the shield or stealth field to increase his physical strength far above a humans for a short time. She did not know that however, though he assumed she could guess it was not simply a suit to make you go invisible. "Wight." He said simply, his voice being slightly muffled and distorted through his face-mask which covered half of his face, the rest being covered by a visor which looked like it was made of a rather solid material which did not quite look like the standard visor. "Seeing as we're both here..." Wight began, apparently he did not think much of Rex despite his rather intimidating look and so chose to ignore him, for the most part. "What did you have in mind?" |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 9 2009, 07:39 PM Post #48 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: Twilight, that's what I had assumed originally. These guys are on the same side here. Also, apologies for a slight auto, just getting things moved along) "Why this is quite an honor, to have an agent of Section 6 check up on me. However I am unaware of what you are referring to. I admit, we have been unable to find the information the government asked of us, however we are doing our best." "I'm referring to the fact that you've lost control of this mission, Doctor," Agent Donovan replied. "Your directive was to capture the creature known as Twilight, correct?" Agent Donovan had read all the reports on the renegade shadow creature. Section 6 was well aware of the Ing, having been heavily involved with the recent incident with Lieutenant Falcon, but thus far had been content to leave that particular problem to the military. They seemed to have a well enough handle on the situation thus far, and besides, it appeared to be a local problem. Even what stragglers managed to make it off Aether never really made it very far. However, increased sightings of this Twilight in Federation space had made them increasingly nervous. "We've been keeping a very close eye on this operation, as you might have guessed," Donovan continued, not waiting for Harris to answer his question. "In fact, we've probably been keeping closer tabs than you have, seeing as how you just told me that you're unaware of what I'm referring to. Well here's a quick summary of what I'm referring to. You took your eye off the ball. You got distracted by a trigger-happy con artist playing a game for her own amusement and left yourselves completely oblivious to the more serious threat that just crept in under your noses." Donovan paused a moment to let all of that sink in. After all, men like Harris did not like being told that they weren't very good at their jobs, and they especially did not like being told this by men like Agent Donovan. "Look, I've got first-hand experience with this Grey Fox, so I know better than most how much damage she can cause. Still, her ability to hurt you is limited, so for right now, she needs to be put on the back burner. You've got a much more serious problem on your hands. Namely, two very rampant, very dangerous AIs running loose in the city. Were you aware of that, Doctor?" ........................ "Wight..." the stealth agent answered, although Grace was thinking "White." "Seeing as we're both here... what did you have in mind?" Grace pushed the warehouse door open and beckoned him inside. She followed him, with Rex coming in last and shutting the door behind him. The Grey Fox sized up her new friend, all decked out in stealth body armor. Based on his gear, which was similar (but not identical) to that of another government man sent after her a few years back, she had a pretty good idea of what sort of agent Wight/White was. It gave her a few ideas on how to proceed. "First thing's first, Mr. White," she said. "Take off the mask. This is not negotiable. Take off the mask or we can't be friends." Behind Wight, there was the sound of Rex's energy pistol charging. Just in case. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Mar 9 2009, 09:55 PM Post #49 |
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BURMA
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Faulias growled under his breath as his aural suit sensors told him someone else had entered the warehouse. He couldn't risk a look, as the light would probably give away his position, so he strained himself to think of a plan. Shit, shit... I can't let them get to Twilight. He's mine... I guess I could try to fake him..." Grabbing his large rifle tightly, he swung out from the shaded cover he was crouched in, brought his rifle to his shoulder, and bellowed a heavy "Stop right there, Twilight! We're... eh..." He stood up fully, lowering his weapon to his hip, leaving it pointed at Gellion. "You're definitely not who I was looking for. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Edited by Metamyth, Mar 9 2009, 09:56 PM.
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 23 2009, 04:07 PM Post #50 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Harris wasn't given the objective to capture Twilight, he gave it to the 'general' (I haven't bothered comming up with a name for him... He's just there and not very important in the long run), and this whole thing was an, in a sense, illegal activity outside of either of their jurisdiction that was supposed to be kept a secret from the rest of the federation, not like every grunt got to know the exact details. But whatever, I'll play it your way. Wight decided to play along for now, it did not seem like she wanted to kill him, atleast not yet. But who knew how the mind of the unpredictable Grey Fox worked? He just shrugged mentally as he was told to walk inside, his arms being casually at his sides, atleast that is how it looked, intruth he was just mere inches from his weapons which themselves was well-concealed under the dark nano-tech infused cloak he wore over his armor. "First thing's first, Mr. White," She said once they were inside the Warehouse, with the door closed behind them. "Take off the mask. This is not negotiable. Take off the mask or we can't be friends." And as if to put extra weight behind her words Wight heard the sound of a energy weapon powering up, most likely the gun her henchman carried. Wight remained still, however he inched his right hand closer to one of his weapons as he 'told' the suit to change modes when necessary. And then he turned his head slightly, glancing at Rex from the corner of his eye. "Then I have a proposition for you. Tell him to lower his hand, or he might lose it." Wight said, turning his head back toward the Fox. No matter what it looked like, he doubted that she was unarmed, and she was most definitely the more dangerous of the two. "Then we can talk." He added after a few seconds. --- Harris was simply sitting quietly and listening to what Donovan had to say, while a half-smile played on his lips like if he did not see the seriousness in what the agent was telling him. Either he did not care, had it under control, or was not truly as big a part of it as Donovan thought. Whichever it might have been the good doctor took on a more serious look when Donovan finished with saying there were two AI's in the city that were apparently causing trouble. "My, you are certainly very... Miss-informed, Mr. Donovan." Harris began, leaning forward in his seat while looking the other man in the face. "Your division seem to have made a mistake, I was merely ordered to gather information on Twilight. And one of my agents are doing his job of preventing disruptive elements. As far as I am concerned, the target is already trapped, there is no way for it to leave the planet." After saying this Harris leaned back in his seat, but still kept his gaze at Donovan's face. "Regarding the AI's, yes I admit I was unaware, but afterall, my part in this is already over. Otherwise I would have been at Atu-3 myself to make full use of my equipment. I am curious however, how did Section 6 learn of these AI and in what way are they a bigger threat to this mission than the Grey Fox causing disruption within our very ranks?" He then asked, briefly wondering wheter he would get a straight answer or not. |
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