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| +transcon+ | Apr 16 2011, 10:32 AM Post #141 |
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Circular Omega-Alpha was on all fours looking intently at the area of the rooftop where Alissa and her assailant had their violent meeting. He had a good idea of the life signature the attacker left behind, though perverted as it was by the phazon signature imbued with it. 'Life Energy'. It was a topic of debate amongst the scientists on both Ceres Station in the Sol asteroid belt and the Biologic Space Laboratories research station that orbited SR388. It was a unique pattern that seemingly only the metroid species was able to detect. Some said it resided at the quantum level. Others' theorized that it was a culmination of various factors that explained how it was a 'substance' on which a metroid could detect and either feed upon or imbue. In either case, it was undetectable by any known standard. Quantum Theorem, in layman's terms, was a mannerism of sub-particle physics that occurred when there were no witnesses. After all these centuries since the theory was proposed, there was still quite a bit left to understand behind the physics of even the smallest sub-particles. The Chozo may have had an answer to this quandary. They were a species that held a belief in the spiritual mysteries of the universe. Most of the data on the BSL station was lost upon its destruction, but the survivor, Dr. Dillard, theorized that somehow in the creation of the metroid, the Chozo managed to give that quantum state of energy a way of being detected without disturbing Quantum Theorem. Being a witness without being a witness was paradoxical, and yet it would have fallen in line with the String Theory which suggested that at any point there was a choice, infinite possibilities existed simultaneously at a single point and expanded infinitely to the next single point. It almost made sense, but the question remained: how could he detect and process something on an infinite point? That was where the theory broke down all over the place. In the case of the attacker, there was much energy exchanged between her and Alissa. It, in a sense, left a 'residue' that Omega-Alpha could detect much in the manner of how a blood hound could identify a particular smell against a background of olfactory noise. Since this assailant was charged with phazon, that signature was very distinct... and to Omega's senses, twisted and enticing. When asked by the Chozo Warrior about the presence of phazon, all Omega-Alpha could do was look at him with his head canted to the side. He gave him a look of confusion as though he couldn't understand what was being asked of him. "Skrrr," he chirped at the warrior. "It was here. It is gone. "Distractions," he croaked as he lifted his chin into the air again. He rose up on his hind quarters and flicked his tail. Then he heard Z'Gato's reply to Travis. There wasn't a name spoken, but by the tone and the fact that there was only one other female that wasn't in direct line of sight, the metroid knew exactly who was being spoken about. "Whrrrr.... WHAT?!" he exclaimed in an immediate rage and quite audible for Travis to pick up through the transciever. For only brief moments as the synapses fired between the ganglion amongst his body, a few alternative possibilities on how to react, and why. If the Chozo hadn't shown up at the Randklev for repairs, he never would have heard about the Chozo Site Dig and never would have met up with Travis or Jenosa. In that case, there was nothing he could have done about it. Also in such a case, he couldn't blame himself, even if he also considered that he wanted the whole group to stay together so he could protect them all. He couldn't be in two places at once. No. He was just flat out pissed and on the edge of a frenzy. His teeth were bared and his talon-tipped digits were tense. The plates on his back rose like hackles and his stance changed with a single step to make him appear even more frighteningly aggressive. At least with him here on this planet, there was something he could do about it. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 17 2011, 05:01 PM Post #142 |
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***Alert, an explosion matching the signature of the bomb that went off in the warehouse has been detected at the space port*** The message was from her Ships AI, and came in moments before Travis' communication about Jenossa being captured. That seemed like a strange move to Alissa, and all over a single weapon, and not even a prototype, nor was it completely unique, she had heard people talk about such weapons before. And in the end it seemed like a lot of trouble to bring down upon ones self. Z'gato has a dangerous temper and the power to do some damage, Omega was clearly very nearly feral and quite dangerous, Jenossa was clearly a good deal more dangerous than she appeared, the only one she had no notion of was Travis yet but given the company he kept and his reputation ( even she had heard of him); with all of that it seemed the better tactical choice to walk away from the whole mess. Z'Gato's reaction was predictable given his character, Alissa had decided to ignore his ego “ do we have a method for tracking her?” she knew that most who worked their profession had some sort of powered armor, something that had a power source, a communicator, or a power supply, all of those things could be tracked. If one knew what they were looking for. “the room at the hotel is empty, I doubt they would bring her there at any rate...to exposed” |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 22 2011, 12:41 AM Post #143 |
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Alana frowned at Rex's comment. "Sorry, but I don't buy into stereo types. I've been with Jenosa for about 4 weeks in, and while she remains something of a mystery to me, her morals aren't. I'm not psychic, but I'm pretty good judge of character, and Jenosa seems to trust Travis; heck I've heard quite a few good things about him. Plus he looks to be a pretty chivalrous type if you ask me." At the mention of the Savage Henry, Alana grimaced, "Ummm, no. Sorry, but no. Being owed a favor by a Crime Lord would really not sit right with me; it's kind of like having skeleton in your closet if you ask me. Or on your resume if you want to put it like that." With that being said, the mention of Savage Henry at the very least being connected with this guy really concerned her, and made her wonder what Jenosa had really gotten into. This whole hunting business was all so sudden and unexpected; she had been simply expecting to have a troubling reunion and explanation. No guns, no explosion or people turned into ice blocks, just a simple, really uncomfortable explanation about Jenosa's resurrection. Now all of sudden it seemed like they were embroiled in some kind of conspiracy involving thugs, criminal masterminds, and from what she heard, stolen, alien technology; lovely, she remarked. Just then, the ship shook, popping her bubble of thoughts, and startling her. “What's going on?!” she cried out, largely expecting the the ship's A.I. to respond. Instead, to her surprise, she met the armored Travis, who bore some shocking news: "Alana, I am going to have to ask you to stay in the ship for awhile. We've got trouble; Jenosa's been taken...." “Wait, what?” she called out, and came after Travis, holding an expression of disbelief. “What do you mean 'taken'? Are you saying that captured her.” She bit her lip at Travis's acknowledgment of this; ever since she had accidentally resurrected the bounty hunter, Jenosa hadn't just been a good character, but a good friend. During her recovery, Alana and her talked and chatted, and one of the first few subjects that had come about was the hunters sudden shock towards her description. It had certainly been a startling sight, but see to such a strong woman turn white a sheet with simply a description had got Alana wondering. She confronted the recovering Jenosa about this after the initial shock had past, and while she had been reluctant at first, the hunter had eventually given her an idea of the identity crisis she was going through. Alana still didn't fully understand it, and there was obviously more to what Jenosa had told her – all she knew was that it was a virus and it was affecting her, but nothing about it's origin's – but she did sympathize with her. And Alana certainly helped to ease Jenosa's identity crisis. It was partially how they had become such fast friends, alongside acting as her doctor. In the end, it was her curiosity and concern for her friend's medical condition, as well as the boredom of her original job, that had driven her to come along with the hunter; despite being told that it would be dangerous. And here she was and Jenosa had gone off and gotten captured. She gave out a repressed sigh, and asked Travis, “I understand that I'd probably get in the way on the field, but there's got to be something I can do help while onboard. I mean, I wish I knew of some way to track her, but all I have is a short ranged scanner that; nothing else aside from scanning for her unique, alien bio-signature.” She then added with a half-wry smile while putting a hand on Travis's shoulder, “Go to that destination site; look for Jenosa but don't concern yourself too about her. Something tells me that fierce woman will be able to handle herself just fine.” |
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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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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Apr 22 2011, 05:22 PM Post #144 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis smiled under the helm. In what certainly wasn't expected by him, Alana had apparently been studying Jenosa's unique physiology; and unique was a gentle way of describing it, considering Jenosa had literally come back to life. "As a matter of fact, you can do me a couple favors aside from mining this ship; I want you to keep an eye on the public channels and news down here and inform me of any signifigant developments." Travis continued, tapping something into the console. "Tell the police when they get here that you're in the ship under Bounty Hunter's Guild protection; when they arrive, have them escort Mr. Vega and ask that he be placed into GFBI protective custody; he's a key witness in the weapons trafficking going on and if we lose him we currently lose any proof we have that Delacroix is involved on Hunroth. Furthermore, I need you to allow Constantine access to that scanner if you would; I'm going to need it to find Jenosa." Turning to head down the ramp, he added one more thing: "Constantine, find the nearest repair hangar and park the ship in there once Vega's been offloaded; tell them to fix that scratch in the hull or we won't be able to leave the planet safely until they do. And one more thing, put me in touch with the mayor of Durundel; I'm going to ask if I can take the gloves off; if I'm going to deal with Delacroix I'm going to need no restrictions on my arsenal usage." As Travis walked out of the ship he got in touch with Alissa. "I didn't mean to exclude you three, but I was listening. It just so happens that Alana has given us a chance to track her and the assailant down; they cannot have gotten far; start searching within a 10 block radius of each site. I have Jenosa's biosignature in my systems and Constantine will upload it shortly to those of you who have scanners. As for the weapon, I am leaving it and my ship in Alana's care. By this point he reasoned "What would be faster, waiting for the elevator or jumping out of the hole that the power bomb had made in the wall?" Given the suit, Travis figured that perhaps waiting for the elevator would take too long. So, he jumped through the hole and began to descend from the Spaceport's Heights, using various metal outcrops along the way to assure safe descent. "We are not going to have Jenosa used as leverage against us; I personally don't want her death on my conscience and if Delacroix traps her, he has an effective wedge between him and most of us. Let's go people, the clock is tickling.. the longer we wait, the less time we have to get Delacroix. Find and recover Jenosa Arma and if you find that Zebesian, save him for me." Edited by Deadly Aim, Apr 22 2011, 05:24 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Apr 23 2011, 11:50 PM Post #145 |
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Z'Gato chuckled from within his suit as he heard Deadeye speak. "Is that so? Well, I will not stop you if you wish to regain your honor, then. We'll begin our search immediately," Z'Gato said before unclenching his fist that he had been holding onto. Even though no one could physically see past his armor, he was grinning. Even though Jenosa had been captured, this hunt just got a lot more exciting, especially now that he had received the data for his own helmet scanner. He finally looked over towards his Metroid companion. "It appears we have a new hunt," He said, activating his scanners. It was not long-range by any sense, but having it actively search would at least come in handy. "Let us go rescue a damsel in distress, Omega," Z'Gato said to the creature beside him. The Chozo warrior's sight then moved over to Alissa, still angered by her previous comments as he spoke. "Unless you don't like the idea of being attacked again, I would suggest we split up to try and find our target," Z'Gato offered, a small sense of apathy filling his voice as he looked over at the woman, walking towards the edge of the building. He took a good hard look around the area, but his scanner picked up nothing. For now. "Perhaps that hotel is either a farce or a trap..." Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Apr 24 2011, 06:14 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 29 2011, 09:05 PM Post #146 |
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Alana nodded with a mixture of enthusiasm and anxiousness. It was still hard for her to imagine that she suddenly aiding group of bounty hunters, but she was doing it to help a friend. Jenosa and her had gotten to know each when she was nursing the red head back to health and over seeing any unforeseen side-effects caused by her resurrection and subsequent mutation. And yet it had simply been more than just Jenosa's physical state that had been on her mind, both curiosity, and more over, concern wise. She had seen it in the woman's eyes that, with Alana's simple description of her resurrection, the woman was in a sudden identity crisis. At first, Jenosa was very hesitant and wary about speaking to Alana about her current...'feelings,' replying with so much of silently turned face; but eventually she had warmed up to Alana, finding comfort in the doctor's presence. Eventually, Jenosa explained a bit about her condition; mainly that of her sixth sense, and her alien instincts, and that it had been due to a kind of virus. There was obviously a something terrible related this virus that Jenosa wasn't speaking of, but Alana felt she could trust the woman enough that she wasn't being put in any danger. After all, the red head had just trusted her with some big, personal information. And personal information was what made Alana momentarily hesitant in giving Constantine her scanner; she was worried that something in the data and bio-signature that was registered might trigger some alarms in the A.I.. She briefly recalled that Jenosa said she was probably going to have to explain the virus, but for safeties sake, she decided to keep most of her research to herself until she had a better idea from Jenosa. Handing over the scanner, though, there was had been something else bothering her, and then she realized what it was. Detection and search issues. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for any person who's close enough to the scanner, and even then it had a decent range; and at most times, it could pinpoint Jenosa's bio-signature pretty easily. But despite it's unique nature, in more crowded and technologically populated areas, Alana needed to be within nearly two feet to have an accurate reading. "Travis, I just realized something," she said over the comm, "we can't track Jenosa with the scanners; not in this place. Even though her bio-signature is mildly different from that of a regular organism, for some reason, it seems to get masked in an environment rife with electromagnetic waves. From what I've learned so far, my best theory is that the unique nature of Jenosa's own bio-signature somehow get's absorbed by the ambient surroundings." She bit her lip; well, there goes an chance of finding her. Still, she wasn't about to leave everyone hanging on those words of hers, even if it made her incredibly nervous talking to the hunters. "I know I'm not a combatant like everyone else, but wouldn't' our pirate friend would have had a quick escape route planned. He certainly seemed to know what he's doing if he got a hold of Jenosa. I don't want to criticize, but searching in a ten block radius would probably be a waste of time, and we just don't have any other leads at the moment." Just then, and maybe it had to do with her experience on a pirate vessels, she snapped her finger at an idea that popped into her head. There was a strong chance they might ignore her, but she wasn't about to let them do something that she felt was a terrible waste of resources. "Why don't one of you guys send someone to search around the suite, while the rest of you head on in. Like...the one with the best stealth sneaks around the place to search for Jenosa while everyone else keeps whoever is waiting in the suit preoccupied." (OOC: C'mon folks. Me and Jefe have been waiting for almost everyone to go to the suite for quite some time now, I sorta mentioned this before with Alana. It's kinda the place for the big introduction for the main villain) -------------- Nausewell noticed the drones just before they made impact, and he made a greatly, distorted, rasping, alien voice of pain as and anger as they hit him like bullets. They even seemed to put a few holes around the sides of his body, and it certainly left Nausewell ticked off, and desperate. The android's persistance was actually paying off, and although Nausewell still had a good amount of energy left, the rate the drones were attacking him would soon cause him to crumble. Metaphorically cornered, his instincts and will to protect the scientists on this expedition overrode protocols. Nausewell as, for all intensive purposes, actually put into a corner. Almost all at once, after dishing out several impacts, the many of the drones began to malfunction, as if...being given confused signal. They shifted and rotated around Nausewell instead of directly attacking him Then, quickly after that these drones attacked one another, creating a sort of shield to block them from hitting Nauswell anymore. Some broke, and others turned, and in the end, only a small handful of them were left, their little spherical shells floating in the air before Nauswell. There was something weird and alive about them. Nauswell gathered them in his hand, and threw them in Ra's direction before running off. Edited by CEMP, Apr 30 2011, 12:04 PM.
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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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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Apr 29 2011, 10:28 PM Post #147 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(OOC: Yeah, sorry CEMP and Jefe, wasn't my intention to lead a red herring into the RP. MAH BAD YO!) The lightbulb went off. (Oh balls... she's right.) Travis thought to himself, gripping his hand at his side into a fist as his descent below into the street continued. Why did he always get so careless when Jenosa or someone he was very close to was involved? Was it some sort of impulse to race off like a white knight of old, clad in armor and brandishing a sword in hand to challenge the mighty dark lord? ... or something more stupid or something beyond reason... He let that thought slip as he took a long, drawn out breath, attempting to collect and focus himself as the lights went whirling by him, finally reaching street level. Grabbing a metal pole he shifted his weight and flipped above effortlessly and at great speed above the city. "... well that certainly pokes a hole in our master plan then, doesn't it." He replied with a hint of frustration. "I'll still keep it handy, but for now... it might indeed be best to head to Delacroix. If he's going to be bold enough to have three or four bounty hunters breathing down his neck at the same time, he must have a good reason; either that or he's that confident we won't find him first." "In fact, now that I think about it, chances are Delacroix has been watching us either before we all made planetfall or as soon as he caught wind of us being on Hunroth. Think about it, the bomb, Jenosa getting swiped, knowing EXACTLY which hangar my ship was in - Let's go meet with him; and depending on what he says, we decide our actions from there." Travis continued. "The Zebesian can wait. Everyone, head for the suite right now." As Travis ended the transmission, his self-control left him for just a moment, landing on top of a building, he pushed down with absolute full force on the ledge with his foot; the result sent bricks and a very small chunk of cement into an alleyway below. He was pissed that he had to do as Delacroix asked, but he supposed that was the price for working as a team; he wasn't bad at it, but hostage situations were one reason he preferred to work as a lone wolf. And now that shellhead had dragged Jenosa off who knows where. Travis knew that Jenosa could very likely take care of himself, and yet, the embers of his rage subtly burned as the comms closed. Edited by Deadly Aim, Apr 29 2011, 10:30 PM.
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| ~Alissa~ | May 2 2011, 12:36 AM Post #148 |
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Alissa looked towards the other two on the roof a moment and smirked under her helmet, so far as she knew it was a waist of time to go chasing after Jenossa and her kidnapper, furthermore it would likely only lead to their companion getting killed. She turned moving towards the hover-bike that was still parked on the roof reaching to her back and pulling one of the riffles that had been mounted there clear moving to secure it the back of the bike, doing the same with one of her pistols though replacing it with a different one. She had faced one of the body guards, she had a better idea what she was up against. “Travis...please don't take this the wrong way but most of this group is about as subtle as those bombs.” she fetched another stun baton to replace the one that she had lost over the edge of the building “ if you three want to go in through the front door I think that will work, you know they are ready for you, and they are likely smart enough to know you are aware of that” she began walking to the far side of the roof, more or less ignoring Z'Gato before turning around to face the hotel again. “I suspect Delacroix owns the building in one way or another, I'm going to take a look at the basement to start with, I'll let you know what I find, please do the same” the come switched off and then opened to her ship “get clearance to launch, once in orbit cloak, I will call for extraction” in a few minutes the blackbird would be leaving the spaceport for the safety of space, once it was cloaked it would reduce power and await Alissa's call. Alissa's armor which appeared to be a fairly standard military grade hard suit seemed to shimmer a moment before shifting all together, larger heavy looking plates began to move, and reform into smaller plates. While offering less coverage and less protection it did allow for greater movement and flexibility. “I'll see you on the inside” she started sprinting towards the far side of the roof, propelled by the suit to a speed faster than even she could manage normally, about the distance of her height from the edge she sprung forward onto her hands flipping in the air before landing with her feet on the ledge, she crouched before pushing hard in a jump, a small surge of energy giving away the technology that would send her across the distance to land on the far side, turning to face the other two she began looking for a way into the hotel that would let her get to the basement undetected, the last the pair would see of her was a slight shift in her stance as her personal cloak was activated. Edited by Alissa, May 4 2011, 03:21 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | May 2 2011, 01:29 AM Post #149 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis cracked a grin. "Alissa, don't take this the wrong way either, but who said we're going in to fight? I know full well they have probably had shop set up for a good while now waiting for us. The three of us are going in to talk while you do your thing then. You aren't the only one who knows how to do stealth and guile; but that isn't the point of my armor. Not this current armor anyway." "Now Z'gato, before you speak up I know you well enough to know full well you would rather just march in, bust Delacroix's skull open and be done with it, but we can't do that. Not only is it technically murder, but even if we did, what's to say he's not part of something bigger? Like a hydra? You know, cut one hea-" Travis paused on that thought. "Nevermind, you didn't grow up on Earth, bad metaphor. Anyway," Travis continuing. "Until we can find and ensure Jenosa's safety... nobody touches them. I know you're all probably pissed off at being shot at, blown up and watched like a bug in a jar; so am I. But if we get angry we'll all be playing right into Delacroix's hands; he probably has no intention of handing Jenosa back over or parlaying with us; we're seen as a means to an end, and he likes to keep his hands clean if Vega is to be believed. "Alissa, listen. I'm going to have Constantine supporting you as you infiltrate the building. I'm gonna have him clue the authorities in and ask for permission to do things as well, such as cutting power to the building and schematics. Isn't that right, Constantine?" ["Well we're going to have to if we have a prayer of doing this right."] Constantine's raspy old tone interjected. "Alissa... just to let you know, if you're committed to this, we never knew you were down there screwing around if this plan goes south in the worst possible scenario. Hope you understand that; not trying to abandon you, but if anyone acknowledges it at a bad time, it could get us killed or in a bad spot; so if you're caught you're on your own and it'll be up to you to make yourself scarce. Get down there, check it out and go inside. Meet with me and then make yourself scarce or, if it goes south in OUR favor, join the party. Everyone is fair game except Delacroix in that event; I have something I want to ask him." He continued along, heading for the building. ------------------------- Meanwhile, Constantine focused in his virtual sanctum, his eyes thrusting shut as he sat upon his high-back chair. Tentrils of energy stretched out from his forehead, shooting off randomly into one of the library's many corridors. ---------------- "Hello, this is the Offices of the Mayor of Durendel, what can I do for you?" "Hello, Durendel Power and Core, what is the nature of your inquiry?" "This is the GFBI Hunroth office, what can I do for you?" Everywhere on the planet and the city Constantine was simultaneously making calls on Travis' behalf; all he had to do now was hope and pray he could get the respective agencies to work with him. Edited by Deadly Aim, May 2 2011, 02:35 AM.
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| ~Alissa~ | May 2 2011, 10:52 PM Post #150 |
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Alissa had found what she suspected was an elevator maintenance access hatch on the roof and had pulled it open while Travis spoke to her, looking down the shaft she considered what he said. “ Understood...” her tone was flat, cold even, she was used to working in these conditions and had slipped perhaps a bit further into her old persona. This was what she was created for. “avoid casualties, search and identify where they may be holding Jenossa, detain other targets” she climbed in through the access way before sliding the cover back in place, in the dark even without the cloak she would have been nearly invisible with the cloak and careful movements she knew no one was likely to notice her, though the experience from earlier told her to take care. “Good hunting...going dark” and with that she cut the com, no reason to communicate at the moment, if this Constantine needed her for anything he would be able to reach her but silence was her friend at the moment. She attached a nano-line to the top of the shaft and began her silent decent into the lowest reaches of the building, taking care for moving cars as she made her way down. |
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