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Murderer's Row; Legends in the making
Topic Started: Jun 15 2008, 06:51 PM (2,931 Views)
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Jenosa was having a very nice time chatting with Jessie. She was a social bug - outgoing under most circumstances - and it was nice to share her thoughts with a woman of her kind of caliber. Running away from home had made it more difficult to meet good people; but every now and then she met someone nice in her run as a rookie bounty hunter when she was motioned to look.

It thus she noticed that something was up when Jessie motioned to the monitor in their ship. Looking at the screen, she said, "Ohhhh boy!", as it didn't take her long to realize what she was looking at - and she might not have been an experience hunter, but she knew well enough that Twilight's mishap could cause problems.

She was going to say, "So what are we gonna do?" when Falcon came in, and he and Jessie discussed what she was about to ask. She listened attentively, and during the conversation, she noticed the word 'Bro' being used quite a bit. This confused her for a bit, but it became evident to her there was more to these two than just a simple partnership. It was from the way they talked to one another that suggested to her that these two were sibling.

Seeing the urgency of the situation, she decided it was best not to bother Jessie about the subject. She also felt like keeping this under wraps to herself for the time being, mostly because the pair seemed like they didn't want anybody to know. And partially because of the friend she was making.

“See, this is why some times it is a pain to also be in the business of protecting the public…” the lieutenant sighed as she pulled out a wing harness and stuffed it into a supply bag.

"Heh, life can't always be a pleasure cruise," she told Jessie.

“The only good thing is that I can use my authority to get my way time to time…”

"Authority?" she spoke with a questioning glance, but chuckling a bit in good humor at her mischievous smirk. Since when did she get authority on her side, Jenosa though, and she was about to ask this, but re-thought it. There was business to be done, and it seemed like such questions would only consume time. She'd have to question her later.

She waved a hand to say 'Goodbye,' and added, "Have fun!"

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Outside the ship, just before everyone noticed the little fiasco Twilight caused...

Alson waved at the Protoss in greetings, and took a good look at him when he came up close; he hadn't seen the guy's full height up until now. He was glad the guy was kind enough to go down to their level; it would have made him feel like he was staring at a giant.

He put his hand to his temple, hearing the Protoss in his head like an echo. Now that's a funny, if not neat, way to speak , Alson thought. Nodding in understanding, "Not a bad point at all; apology accept. However, it would be best for you to try and establish a better communication with Twilight. Probably the one reason this happened was because weren't communicating with each other, and by the sound of it, you two arguing could be problematic for this mission. You get my drift?"

He saw Jenosa come out after Jessie (When Jessie embarked on her 'mission'), and the woman eyed the Protoss for a minute; she had never seen his kind before, and thus was getting a good study of him.

"What's happening, lass?" Alson asked, seeing Jessie leave.

She explained the situation to him, and subsequently, the Protoss.

"Ahhh fudge," Alson spoke, putting a hand to his face in a displeased manner. "It's just one problem after another. Looks like that little stunt of yours might put some eyes on us. Ah well," he said with a sigh, “damage done; not gonna wine about. Best just to clean up as much as we can."
"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."
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In the meantime Twilight was being 'escorted' to a police personel transport veichle, a fairly modern light hover veichle with enough space for eight passengers and a bit of storage in the back. There was three such transports near the crash site, though only about four or so police had come in each, and while the four from the first was taking Twilight to the station the rest were putting out borders(Not sure what you call it to be honest) and ushering the civilians to go home.

With his arms behind his back in handcuffs Twilight was almost tossed into the backseats of the transport veichle, hitting the top of his helmet on the way inside, although it didnt hurt him, it was still irritating. What did he do to deserve this treatment? He was going along with them willingly and they treated him like if he was trying to run away...

"Hmph... I guess its off to the station then." One of the police officers said, a man in his early fourties with a big bear belly who sat down in the pilot seat, with the other three, regular young men in their mid-twenties, one or two of them probably being newly graduated from the academy with how they kept glancing strangely at Twilight, one looking prety worried, probably due to the harsh treatment he was given, but Twilight just laid there without saying anything. Though a silent hiss escaped the crack in his visor.

Due to his position Twilight could not see anything out the windows, except for the top of buildings and a few skybridges extending above the transport. Although the trip luckily did not last long, as the veichle began to slow down only five minutes after departure, as it began to descend onto a landing pad below, with the police station just about twenty meters away. With two quick 'whiz' sounds the doors on the side of the transport slid open, allowing Twilight a nice view of the big wall just a few meters to the side of the transport. And in the meantime the police in the veichle stepped out onto the concrete ground below the now landed hover transport, as the big belly grabbed Twilight by his shoulder and tried to drag him up forcibly, only to notice he weighted quite a bit more than the fat man was capable off. "Uhm, need any help, sir?" One of the younger police officers asked as the other ones came around the transport.

"No, but since your so eager to help, you can take him for me." The man said, obviously embarassed, but at the same time also angry, which was noticable in his voice as he stomped off towards the station. "Oh jeez..." One of the other officers said as he sighed, before turning to Twilight still laying in the back of the transport. "Sorry about that. Can you stand?" He then said in an appologizing tone of voice. "I'll try..." Twilight said, his voice monotone as always, though on the inside he was furious. If this wasnt authority he'd probably rip the handcuffs off and kill the officers right there, but luckily he was able to restrain himself from such actions. With his arms still behind his back he slowly sat up on his knees, before being helped out slightly by two of the officers, before they escorted him into the station, in a much less forcing way than the old guy had done.

As the group walked inside the station the older officer stood by the reception desk, and just as the group reached them with Twilight in tow, the older man turned around and pointed towards a corridor off to the side. "Take him to questioning, but before that have him remove his armor and search him for any possible weapons." The man ordered as he turned away and walked in a different direction. "B-But sir! Shoulden't he be put in detention?" One of the younger officers asked, sounding somewhat surprised. "He's a prime suspect, he might even be a terrorist as far as we know. Now do as I say!" The older man shouted back before disappearing behind a different door. The officers just shrugged as they lead Twilight in the direction of the questioning room. On the way they passed a bunch of cells with what seemed to be average street thugs, but only a few of them payed attention to the group at all.

After a few more corridors the group finally reached a room with a sign saying 'Questioning' in big letters above its door. As they reached it the man in the lead pressed a few buttons on the panel beside the door as it opened. "Now would you please remove your armor suit." He said in a calm, though ordering fashion. Twilight just stared at him through his red visor for several seconds without saying anything. "Your armor, please." The man repeated, a little more impatient than before. And in return he was given the same kind of silent treatment. "I thought I told you boys to have him remove the armor!" The older officer from before shouted angrily down the hall as he came in the opposite direction, with a small cardboard box under his arm and a donut in his other hand, a quick guess could lead one to suspect the box contained more donuts...

"You did sir, but he is incompliant in removing it or even responding to our request." The man said nervously as he quickly turned toward his senior. "Bah, I'll show you how its done." The older man said as he stuffed the remains of the donut into his mouth and swallowed it whole, before grabbing the shoulder of Twilights armor again and trying to drag him down to his own size, which ended in failiure as Twilight didnt even budge an inch. "Take off your armor, now!" The man said, almost shouting into Twilights 'face', trying to hide that he once again failed in his 'impressive' feat of strength. Twilight merely gazed down at the man for a good few seconds, before he finally responded. "I cannot." He said simply. "Remove. Your. Armor. NOW!" The man yelled aloud, the younger officers whinzed at the last part, while Twilight didnt budge as usual. "My armor is... Grafted to my skin. I cannot remove it." He said, pausing before saying his reason, as he was unsure on how to put it, as he could hardly say he was possessing it...

"Its what? I dont like liars. Take off your damn suit!" The officer said once again, but before anything more could be said one of the younger officers stepped in. "Uhm, sir. He does not appear to have any weapons on him, and his arms are tied, so he cant really do anything. Why not just take him in as is?" The older man blinked at this, before he turned his head to the younger man. "Uh... Sure I guess, but I want one of you to come in with me, I want someone to stand behind him, just incase he tries something." And with that the older man walked into the room, followed by Twilight and one of the younger officers who led him inside. Once inside the older officer put his box of donuts on the table in the middle of the room before he pointed to the chair closest to the wall on the other side of the room. "Sit down."

Without saying anything as usual Twilight walked into the other end of the room and sat down in the wooden chair, which creaked under the weight, but somehow held. Shortly after the older officer sat down in the opposite seat as he leaned an elbow on the table and looked at Twilight. "Now then... Lets start with your name." As usual Twilight remained silent for a good while, with the officer looking more and more impatient by the second.

"What. Is. Your. Name!?" He almost spelled out angrily.

"..Twilight." He then replied after a few more seconds of silence.

"What? No. Your NAME, your first name and last name, now!" The officer said in a frustrated manner as he slammed his fist on the table.

Twilight just stared at him in silence, wondering what was so hard to understand...
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((OOC: Seems like there are autos, but there aren't any. We talked it over on AIM... XP))

It was not long before Jessie arrived at the department building where she saw the vehicle holding Twilight disappearing into. It was one thing to tail by roof tops, which she preferred to avoid confrontation, but there were times where it was best to go on the streets. Just that at the moment, the former of the two choices seemed more enticing. As she stepped into the facility, she noticed some hustle and bustle behind the bulletproofed glass that separated the lobby from the inner workings. It seemed to be the regulars for this place, as well as the attention of new faces that appeared time to time through the doors. Cameras were mounted in every corner and every angle for the best view. It seemed a bit overdone for her tastes, but to each their own.

She walked up to the reception desk and tapped on the glass, the man behind the desk not looking up.

“How may I help you?” he asked in a monotonic drone.

“You have my recruit behind bars…”

“Ma’am, if you can please be patient, we will get to you as soon as possible.” The lieutenant huffed and stamped her foot. “Please, ma’am. Have a seat, and we will get right to you.”

“…”

The rookie huntress looked around, finding no one else in the room.

“But there’s no one here!” she pointed out, her patience wearing thin already from all the excitement.

“You know, ma’am, raising your voice will not help,” he drawled. “We are very busy at the moment.”

Busy my ass… she thought, mumbling to herself. I’ll show you busy…

She rapped on the glass several more times, reaching into her side pouch, which carried a few essentials, including her ticket to busting out Twilight.

“I want to see your superior right now!”

“You will have to wait, ma’am.”

“I can’t believe this! And this is supposed to be a police station?! That is a direct order! I want to see your superior now!!!”

“Ma’am, you give me no choice but to- Holy Mother Mary…”

There was a sudden change of tone as he looked up, wide-eyed at the now furious lieutenant as she held her badge in front of his face. Her face was slightly flushed behind her optical headset, which made her look quite intimidating, but what was on the badge was what made him fluster a bit more. With a wreath of olive branches and the planet Earth with two satellites orbiting around it, there was only one group that would bear such an insignia: High Orbit. Just what they were doing here was beyond his knowledge, however, this was the one that he had heard who had joined recently and was one not to mess with. Besides, he had seen her before on TV during the races. She was highly aggressive on the track, stopping at nothing to win, yet quite sportsmanlike. He had heard rumors of how she had helped form High Orbit and is a liaison to some big time bounty hunter that they could not get their hands on, but he had also heard about her foul temper when something does not click into place on the first try. He just never dreamed he would meet her in person… Let alone, meet her in person while in a bad disposition…

“Y-y-y-you…” he stammered, now trying to straighten up and look professional. “You’re… You’re pilot #47!”

“Damn straight I am…” she growled. “Is this how things work? That I get service because I’m a celebrity?”

“No, ma’am!” he squeaked, obviously about to wet his pants for his mistake. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Then explain!”

“Just that we recently had a huge accident in the city and we caught the culprit, ma’am!” he shouted nervously, beads of sweat sliding down his face. “Did you want to see him, or it?”

“That culprit is my recruit!” she growled, now looking more dangerous than ever despite how young she looked. Then again, having being treated to steroids against her will made her take on a more aggressive stance. “You will release him now!”

“Whoa there, ma’am,” a gentle Jamaican-accented voice calmed. “What’s going on here?”

A tall dark man stepped out of one of the many offices upon hearing the commotion going on between his deputy and the visitor. His navy blue suit was neatly pressed with the department emblem on his chest badge, trimmings of gold made to fit his standing in the ranks. He was not overly athletic, but at the same time, there were hints of him being a very healthy man. Jessie eyed the man with her cold sapphire eyes, nearly scaring the man out of his wits before she softened a bit.

“Are you the superior here?” she calmed sighed, trying to regain control over her anger.

“Sergeant Teluge Stokes, ma’am,” he introduced, walking over to the receptionist. “And you are indeed the up-and-coming F-Zero pilot. Lt. Falcon, yes?”

“Indeed,” she replied. “But I’m not here on racing business. Rather, I’m here on High Orbit business…”

“Really now? Then please, don’t mind the deputy and come into my office.”

With a beep and the sound of locks falling behind the security doors, Jessie walked in lightly, escorted by the tall dark man. Into the office they went, which looked like something straight out of a vintage comic book she had been reading from their father’s collection. Oak panel walls line the room while shelves of books and pictures decorated the quarters to give it a homey feel. He even had a picture of his family on his desk, which made Jessie feel a bit lonely and cold inside. However, she shrugged off this thought as she accepted the chair being offered and sat down.

“So, what bring the lieutenant of High Orbit to my city?” he asked, offering her a cup of brandy.

“No, thank you,” she politely turned down. “I don’t drink… As for why I am here, the person you detained on charges for destruction of public property and disturbance of peace is actually a recruit of mine… You see, his ship was damaged and malfunctioned when one of my trainers used live rounds instead of training rounds as instructed during a training run. We were well outside the city limits, but you know how faulty and damaged equipment can be at times… Never know when or where it will give out on you. The person in question is being detained by my men, but I would be glad if I could have my recruit back unharmed…”

“I don’t know…” the man replied. “He seems… shady, both in literal and feeling wise to be on such a prestigious task force such as High Orbit. I mean, the person’s not cooperating with us in taking off his armor, saying that it is grafted on to him.”

“That suit of his is his only means of living now since he had a major accident prior to applying to our task force,” Jessie BS’ed as she was making things up along the way. She did not know the real purpose as to why the suit could not come off, but it was better than saying nothing. “So you will have to take that into consideration, especially since you can’t really do a pat down with him…”

“So the kid’s harmless?”

“Well, under my command he will be,” she replied. “As for the damage, since it was under my supervision, I’ll have it paid personally… As for the ship, I’ll have my men pick it up from the impound.”

“It is not a problem, lieutenant,” he assured. “I’ll take you down to see your recruit. Oh, but before we do, can I ask a tiny favor?”

This made Jessie nervous, as it could mean she would need to BS some more.

“Yes, sir?”

He pointed to a poster on his wall, one that contained a montage of F-Zero pilots and a few signatures, including Captain Falcon’s. If it was her brother’s or father’s, she did not know, but for sure, it was interesting to see it. No first name; just the title and the last name.

“I was hoping if you could…”

“Not at all…” she said with a smile, picking up a silver pen from his desk.

She autographed the poster just under her kinsman’s name, smiling a bit inside, but she turned around and thought about the business they were on. Teluge nodded as he escorted the lieutenant to the holding rooms on the lower floors, a few of the ruffians there wolf-whistling at her while others growled and barked at her like the crazed dogs they were.

“Hey, babe…” one sultrily growled. “How about you and I have a round or two around the track? I’ll be sure to be fast and smooth, just the way you like it…”

“Buzz off, dog breath,” she snapped, whipping out a dagger she had and just barely shanking a cut on his face through the bars. “I might as well neuter you on the spot in front of your boys here to make sure you don’t breed…”

“Ooooh…” came the echoes of his cellmates from all angles as she sheathed the hunting blade away, following the sergeant to where Twilight was being held.

If anything, she was one falcon one should not mess with…

They passed by the interrogation rooms, at which point Jessie heard the loud frustrated growls of one of the men. Perhaps it was some rogue that was not gonna leak where he was hiding the crack stash or rat out the hideout. It piqued her curiosity, but that was when the sergeant questioned what was going on and who was being detained. The young officer explained about their crash culprit being held for questioning, only for Jessie to figure that it had to have been Twilight. With the sample of the staff here so far, she could only guess what they were doing to him. Teluge walked over to the door and opened it after the electronic lock buzzed.

“You,” the sergeant barked slightly at the hunter after looking at the interrogator. “Your superior’s here to take you away.”

Jessie stepped out from behind and looked at Twilight. She hoped that he knew that this was a ruse to set him free.
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Twilight had been in questioning for several minutes, maybe even half an hour now, and though he was responding honestly to what he could, the other man apparently did not believe him at all, and was now yelling at the top of his lungs at the slightest thing. Then the door behind the man opened and in the opening stood another man which seemed to be an officer of higher standing.

“You,” the sergeant barked slightly at the hunter after looking at the interrogator. “Your superior’s here to take you away.”

'Superior?' Twilight wondered in thought, the only real superior he had right now would be the ones who had hired him for this mission to begin with, and why would they be here, and so soon after the incident? Though his thoughts were dismissed when Jessie stepped out behind the taller man, which lead him to think she had, somehow, made them think he worked for her, and by the look of it she had some authority here, odd.

"Affirmative." Twilight said as he stood up, the rather overweight officer in the other chair looked utterly furious, but at the same time also frighetened, probably due to his superior making an entrance. "What about my ship?" Twilight asked as he walked up to the door. "Oh, it is already being transported to a nearby storage yard, you can pick it up whenever you feel like it, but its going to need some repairs to be capable of flight again." One of the lesser officers outside the door answered with a salute toward the sergeant.

"I see. I suppose we should be on our way then." Twilight said, giving a salute toward Jessie as a way to improve on this whole 'her being his superior' deal, as he did not know exactly what title or rank she went under, he decided not to take any chances. And waited for her to 'order them to move out'.
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(OOC: I'll be taking over the hacker since Aiko told me she was dropping out. Gonna change things up a bit, swap out autism for OCD and paranoid delusions. Also, consider the plot officially moving.)

Around the time Jessie was intimidating the local officers, two mean walked into a hotel across town. The taller one, a big muscular man with close-cropped brown hair, wore an old faded Marine jacket and blue jeans. The shorter one (although at 5'10" he really wasn't short by any objective means), wore a casual gray suit with a white shirt and an open collar, and dark sunglasses. He hung back just a bit, looking around the lobby in a manner that seemed rather aloof, but in reality was a methodical scan for any possible threats and/or escape routes.

"Hi there, how can I help you gentlemen?" the desk clerk, a short older man with curly gray hair and wire rimmed glasses.

"We're lookin' fer this kid," the big man said in an unmistakable Texas drawl. "You seen him? He stayin' here?"

The clerk examined the photo, one of a young man in his mid-twenties. "You boys with the police?" he asked.

"We're from a private organization," the other man said in an Irish brogue as he joined his companion up at the front desk. Clearly, the two of them weren't from around here.

"Ah, PI's. You know, come to think of it, he does look a bit familiar. Hey, Stu!" He called out to his manager, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee in the back. "Hey you seen this kid around here? These gentlemen are looking for him."

The manager came up to the desk and studied the photo. "Room 417," he said. "Come to think of it, he did seem a mite shady to me. He's been here for weeks, and I haven't seen him come out of his room even once."

"Thank you," the Irishman said. "You've been very helpful."

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Nick Scanlan and Galen Murphy emerged from the elevator on the forth floor. The big Texan drew his pistol and cocked it, scanning the hallway for nosy civilians. He was starting to get that rush, the one he felt back in his Marine days when his unit was heading into battle and he could practically smell the enemies' sweat. It was on.

"Here we are," he said as they stopped in front of Mark's hotel room. He pounded on the door and shouted at the top of his lungs. "Mark! You in there boy?"

Meanwhile, Murphy was running a scan on Room 417. His shades, like those of the Agents whose ranks to which he once belonged, were outfitted with integrated visor technology. Thermal scans showed that there was definitely a warm human body in there, and the shape was familiar without a doubt.

"You ain't gettin' outta this, kid, so don't even try," Nick continued. "But ya open the door and I promise we'll make it quick. You make me break this goddamn door down, and I we ain't gon' be so nice."

Murphy switched from thermal to scan, checking for any threats. There didn't seem to be a while lot in there, other than Mark, Mark's laptop, and the standard amenities the hotel provided. But then, he found something else... something attached to the door...

"F*ck it," Nick muttered. "Kid ain't cooperatin'." The ex-Marine moved to kick the door in.

"Nick, wait WAIT!!!"

Murphy tried to stop him, but it was too late. Nick's foot made contact with the door, and the bomb went off.
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