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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 06, 2010 11:22 AM |
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"I'm not sure if I do catch your drift, but if you're referring to Zero. I DO NOT work for him. As a matter of fact, I believe him to be more of a threat to the underworld of New Constantinople that the 'heroes' are. So anything you may find out about him, I'll gladly learn of."
Rex quickly deployed his wristmounted flamethrower and shoved it into Palmer's face. Or at least were Rex suspected his face was supposed to be, since the IR image was still blurry even with them standing so close.
"And don't call me Rexy, only I am allowed to do that." He pointed the flamethower into the air and let a plume of flames burst out of the spout. He retracted the flamethrower again.
"Now, down to business. I want you to retrieve the blueprints of the droid frameworks of Larscorp. LTD. Especially the heavy duty ones. Put them on a data storage device, no flash-drives! And phone me again. View this as a test of your abilities. Any questions?"
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 06, 2010 01:05 PM |
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"Very well, Rex," Palmer said, smiling, "if this is the way you want to do business, then fine. but in return, I'm expecting you to do something for me, and that is to provide me with an outlet for my research."
the mech froze for a bit, Palmer could only assume that Rex wanted him to go on.
"I'll get whatever Larscorp has, and better, I'll steal it in broad daylight. same time, same place you specified, but I'll be bringing something else, and that will be twice the value. I might be able, with some proper equipment, to adapt the formula that did this to me, so that it would work on machines. think about it. an invisible man helping you is one thing, an invisible army at you're beck and call is another thing indeed, a very valuable think for getting rid of "the biggest threat to the underworld in constantinople"."
and with that he left.
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2010 01:52 PM |
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"It's me, I need another favor!" Kane said in his phone, parking his car outside a gym.
You really expect to get anymore favors from me? the old friend shouted, obviously angry. You killed the men I gave you! People don't trust me anymore!
"They probably didn't trust you in the first place anyway." Kane was in no mood for arguing. "It seems I can't have the help of normal people, so I need you to track someone for me. I have no idea what his name is, where he is and not much about him in any case. All I know is that he is about two meters tall, athletic built, bald with a black beard and has a russian-like accent. He is some kind of supervillain, don't even ask about that part. He is more than a normal person. He ought to be known in the underworld, try to find out how I can get in contact with him. Set out a joboffer for him if that's needed, fifty thousand dollars. That should be enough for him to take contact, give him my number if you find him." Kane hung up. Now we wait. He entered the gym.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 06, 2010 03:27 PM |
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As Palmer walked away, Rex contemplated his offer. Invisible machines might become very usefull in the future. But that was something to precisely calculate later. Right now he had something else to do as well.
Rex jumped his way over the roofs of the city, heading in a sout-eastern direction. One of the many industrial companies had aquired a highly illegal Micro-fusion battery-core and Rex wanted one. So he would pay a little housecall. Those cores could produce massive ammounts of electricty for something twice the size of a sodacan. It took him quite a while to get to the building and when he got there Rex noticed he was close to the city's imfamous eastside. "Hmmm, I'm close to what's-his-face-again's territory, the nanobot-guy. But I've more important things now," Rex muttered. He landed on the roof and recalled the buildingplan he had looked at a few days ago. The CEO's office was on the top floor and he could get into it easily from the roof's maintainace exit. He went into the door, barely being able to sqeeze his power-armor through. As he came to the door, Rex lightly knocked on the door. "This is going to be fun," he muttered again. "Enter," a heavy but muffled voice came from the other side. Rex gave the door a shove, causing it to collapse inward. He sqeezed himself again through the opening, ripping parts of the wall out in the process. "Hello," Rex said to a fat man in a white suit, smoking a cigar. Rex thought he looked like an archetypical man of his kind, the Kingpin type of man. Rex stomped into the room and smashed the obviously antique desk he was sitting behind. "The Micro-fusion core, I want it." Rex demanded, menace in his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about," the man replied obviously scared out of his wits. Rex deployed a machinegun, shot one of the windows to shredds and grabbed the man by his throat. With seeming ease, he lifted the fat man from his chair and dangled him out of the window. Hanging from the 40th floor in the air, the man would be reduced to an unsightly smudge on the pavement if Rex let him go. "Does this refresh your memory?" The man looked like he was about to soil himself or already did. Unable to speak he nodded, Rex pulled him back in again. "It...it... it's in the R&...&D lab." the man said. Rex pointed the man to the remains of the door and growled: "Point the way then." "It's on...on...on the 15th floor, please don't kill me!" the man pleaded. "Good," was all Rex replied. Holding the fat man in front of him, he made his way to the elevator. Rex called the elevator. As the elevator doors open Rex held the man inside the cage. "Send it to the 14th." The man was obviously confused, but did as Rex demanded. Rex pulled the man out of the elevator and waited until it went down. Then he ripped the doors off, jumped into the shaft and rode the roof of the cabin down. When the elevator stopped on the 14th, the roof ended a few inched below the doors of the 15th. Again Rex ripped the doors off and stepped into the room. Apparantly the entire floor was made into a computerlab and several men in white coats walked around, though they ware staring at the elevatordoors like rabits did at an aproaching car. Rex increased the pressure on the CEO's neck slightly. "Give him the Micro-fusion core, quickly! He'll kill me!" the CEO yelped. Several man ran around irraticly. Rex waited a bit and one of the men approached him with a non-descript wooden box. The man opened it and pulled the core out and sheepishly offered it to Rex. "Put it back in the box," Rex growled. The man obeyed and Rex took the box in his free hand. Rex stomped over to the nearest window and shot it. Shards of glass flew everywhere and the men in the lab took cover where they could. Rex flung the CEO across the room, having served his purpose. Wether he survived the toss, Rex did not care. Rex jumped out of the shot window and landed on a nearby roof. "A well executed raid, once more," he muttered to himself. The menace that was in his voice just seconds ago was gone again. Rex made his escape as he heard sirens nearing. "Next stop, home and a good meal."
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted May 06, 2010 09:40 PM |
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Inferno saw the havoc that Rex created from the streets. Inferno hopped put on his mask and hopped on his motorcycle and sped towards Rex. Rex hadn't spotted Inferno yet when he got there. So Inferno concentrated and made the flamethrower and connected gas tank on Rex's suit go haywire and explode, damaging the suit and probably Rex as well. Inferno knew that he had done all he could for now, for a straight up fight against Rex in his powersuit would be suicidal. Inferno then hopped onto his motorcycle again and sped away as quickly as he could.
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 06, 2010 11:13 PM |
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Rex was preparing to land on a roof when the flamethrower in his suit and the fueltank that was conected to it exploded. The explosion alter his course, Rex spun and missed the roof. Instead he crashed headfirst in the the wall of an adjacent building, bounced off and landed on his back. Pain shot through Rex body. The impact from the crash was absorbed nearly entirely by the suit, but a current of electricity was picked up by his neural implant. The electricity shot through his nerves via the implant and Rex passed out.
When Rex came to, he was lying in an alley. He was still in his suit. He looked at his right hand, he was still clinging to the box with the micro-fusion battery-core. He looked a his left arm. The suit was badly damaged and his lower arm was strangley numb. Rex commanded the suit to show him a report. Data flew over his lensvisor. It seemed the gas inside the tank and the flamethrower suddenly heated and expanded. Under normal circumstances that was completely impossible, as the gas was contained in highpressure and could not expand until it reached the end of the nozzle. However there was one other possiblity, as he recalled the Hero from the party two nights ago. He was able to manipulate fire at will. Rex boiled with anger and desire for vengeance, but now was not the time. So he calmed himself with considerable effort.
Rex had the suit run a diagnostic program. Functionality of the flamethrower and left machinegun was lost, but the other machinery in the arm would function albeit barely. It could still mimic but not at enhanced powerlevel. Rex tried to get up, but his left arm would not respond. Nonetheless he managed to sit up. Rex tried to flex his fingers, but neither the suit nor his hand would respond. Rex ran a new diagnostic. It should not be the suit, everything was functioning, so he opend up the compartment that contained his hand. Mortified Rex looked at the charred remains of his left hand. His wrist was a blackened stump. He tried to move his wrist, it responded thought it pained him greatly to do so. 'The explosion must have cauterised the wound. But my hand is gone, for good.' Rex thought, his mind racing over possibilities. 'I'm in need of medical attention, but it need not be immediate. However I'm gonna need this hand replaced. Now how am I going to do that?' Rex ran over several possibilities. He got an idea, but it was a long shot and it ment owing someone a favor. A very large favor and Rex hated being in debt, but it was the possibilitiy that yielded the best end-scenario. Rex closed up his suit and engaged the mobile-telephone function. He remembered the number and the name of the guy; Xion.
"Yes, Xion, Rex Mallard. - Cut the Redfox cr@p. - I'm in need of an enormous favor. I'm in need of a salvageteam with a closed truck and a medic in the alley on Coronado and 44th street. After that I'm need to pick something up and then I'm gonna need a skilled surgeon who doesn't any difficult questions. Can you fix that?"
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2010 11:55 PM |
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Kane frowned. He had his cellphone hooked up to the policeradio while he worked out, and one of the call inns sounded very much like one of the others in Zeros meeting. He had to get in contact with at least one of them, and even a slight chance as this was a possibility. Some kind of explosion or crash somewhere east in the city. The way it was reported hinted that Inferno had been involved, which meant this might be his opportunity. He left the gym in a hurry and checked the equipment he had in the car. Not much if the possible ally was severly hurt, but at least better than nothing. And better than police.
Oh well, time to test this thing. Kane plugged in the jet-engine special made to use nuclear power, for extra speed. This has to be fun. he thought, before he almost flew down the street in his car toward the address of the accident.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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The duo saw Sasha running into an old building which was currently been repaired. Vlad and Misha splitted up to cover more ground. Minutes later Misha got hit in the head, and passed out. Vlad scoured the rooms, only to find several junkies.
- Waking up, are we, pederast?- Sasha held a broken beer bottle
- Ti pizdiec suka- Misha was tied to some chains, and couldn't move.
- To me?
- Yeah, to you suka!
- We'll see about that. You can buy a dildo to your b!#$h, because you won't have anything to f&%k her with!- he stabbed the bottle right into Misha's crotch. He screamed.
Vlad wanted to interrogate the junkies, but he heard Misha screaming, and ran into that direction.
- Stoit blet!- He yelled and shot Sasha.
<Several minutes later>
Misha was cleaning up the blood. Vlad handed him some cotton.
- He almost cutted off my balls. He's sick. Sick damn it.- he opened the glove compartment. Apart from old newspapers there was nothing in it.
- Where's my gun?
- What gun?
- My Tokarev! It's gone! Jobtvajumat! It was her! She stole it!
- Who? That chick you met?
- Yeah! The good news is that she gave me her adress. Let's go.
- Why bother? You got a mountain of guns at your place.
- That one's different. It's a keepsake.
- Fine...
The duo drove to one of many apartament complexes in the town. Vlad saw Carol loading luggage in her car. He approached her.
- Oh, Vladimir, what a surprise!- She started. Vlad grabbed her arm.- Let go! It hurts!
- It will hurt even more! Where's my gun?
She led him to her place. The apartament was quite luxurious, as any home of upper middle class would be.
- Where is it?
- On the table.
Vlad picked it up, ejected the magazine and counted the bullets. Three were missing.
- Three bullets are gone.
Carol looked towards the living room. There, a corpse was lying on the sofa.
Meanwhile Misha was busy cleaning himself up. An Escalade tried to enter the complexe's parking lot, but was unable to do so, because Vlad's car blocked the road. The SUV's driver exited his car and approached Misha.
- Excuse me, could you move your car, I can't get through.
- I can't.
- Could you move the car? I can't get through?
- Are you what? An idiot? I CAN'T.
- F&%king gay with a f&%king gayish robe!- The man returned to his car. Misha looked around.
- Who is he?- asked Vlad, looking at the body.
- My husband.
- Jobshikmat, Carol! You stole my gun and shot your husband!
- I wanted only to scare him!
- You fired three bullets at him! That's what you call a scaring? For what damn it?
Carol removed her sunglasses. She was hiding a black eye.
- For this! Look at it!- She putted the glasses back on, opened her purse and took out an envelope.
- I got money. Take them- She handed it to Vlad. He didn't said a thing, just cuffed her and forcingly seated her on the sofa.
- Wait here!
Vlad exited the building, and saw Misha beating the man who insulted him.
- What are you doing? Come here!
The duo went back in.
- Where's the bathroom?
- At the end of the hall, on the right.
Misha looked at the corpse, then removed her glasses and looked at the black eye.
- Who the hell is he?- Misha asked while pointing at the corpse.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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B-E-T-A
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Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 10, 2010 06:54 PM |
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((Normally, I would've done a big solo, but as I do not feel up to it and I don't think it will be read so carefully, I will just make it short summary like))
((And God damn it I hate multi-tasking))
1st day after dinner at Zero's
After having talked to Carrie, Xion pressed the red phone button before making a call.
"Xion?" Xion heard the tired voice of a man who sounded like he had gotten his balls cut off from the other side of the phone.
"Yes, Kevin, it's me. I need some information, but not now, on the phone. Meet me later. Monkroad at seven, bring all the information you have on Inferno..." Xion paused for a moment "...and Sidewinger, but he is not to important."
"And you'll bring the money?" Kevin's voice asked
"Of course you greedy snow, I know well that your services ain't free." Xion said annoyed
The phone went silent for a moment before Kevin asked in a wondering tone "Exactly where on the monkroad?"
Xion sighed "You'll know when you get there. And there is going to be another person there as well. Her name is Carrie. That would be all, see ya later Kevin."
"Ya, see ya later Xion!" Kevin said
After finnishing the call, Jack put the phone back into his pocket and went back to analyzing the information on the disc. He used two hours before he had made the full plan about how to make and apply these nanobots to his eyes. He looked at the desk phone.
"Mrs. Eva, please tell lab 52 to prepare themselves for my arrival, I have a little project I would like to finnish today."
"Allright sir." The woman giggled.
17:00
Jack was now finnished for today at nanotech and was now on his way to his vila at the edge of town. There he would change cloths and program the computer to alter his looks.
"Ahh, it feels so good to be a villan again." Xion thought as he grabbed the suitcase Jack had prepared for him. Now it was just to go down into the cellar and sit down on his underground train that would take him 1 mile in the direction of Eastern Constantinopel. It ended right under another safehouse owned by one of Xion's 'friends'.
Even thou Xion would want nothing more than to try out his new vision powers to its full extent, he did not have the time and needed to quickly get to eastern constantinopel if he was to reach it before the two he had told to meet him there would become tired and leave the place, so he got in the fastest car he had there and started speeding towards the monkroad.
Around 19:15 Xion was in the monkroad. There he exited his car and looked around. He could see that Carrie was there, cause things were flying around, but he could not see Carrie herself. And he could not see Kevin either.
"Damn, it is a shame to ruin such a great car..." Xion said as he activated the bomb he had placed into all his cars and ran long enough away from it so he would not be hurt.
Within two minutes the car blew up and Xion said "And now...I wait..."
2nd day after dinner at Zero's
Jack was in his office when Xion's phone started ringing.
"Welcome to Xion's-" Jack said
"Yes, Xion, Rex Mallard. - Cut the Redfox cr@p. - I'm in need of an enormous favor. I'm in need of a salvageteam with a closed truck and a medic in the alley on Coronado and 44th street. After that I'm need to pick something up and then I'm gonna need a skilled surgeon who doesn't any difficult questions. Can you fix that?"
Jack paused for a moment. He really started to regret going to Zero's dinner as now there were a lot of people who knew him as Jack Redfox and for a moment he considered letting Mallard rot to die. Then he remembered just why he went to Zero's dinner. Cause it was Zero's dinner party. The very same Zero who had killed Morte and thus giving himself the ability to chose his own future. The very Zero who was Xion's hero, motivation and idol. And that very Zero had told him to work together with the other guests towards killing Inferno and Sidewinger, so Xion decided he could kill Mallard later. Or just let him live, as he would have to pay this debt back one time or another.
"Right. 44th street was it? Hmm...Yes, yes I am sure I can fix you something. But you are going to owe me for this yes? And I will reassure you that I will keep you to that if I ever find the need, Mr. Mallard. Even if Zero told us to stick together. Let me see..." Jack grabbed another of Xion's phones and chose three numbers to start calling. "...I know some guys who specialize in salvaging and machinery in that area. And the crime syndicate that 'owns' the area your in got a few hospitals under their control, and they owe me a lot already so they will help the truck to get there. And then there is the Surgeon. Dr. Violet is the best surgeon I know. And she keeps her mouth shut as long one pay her right. And I got money enough for that. Now stay put and I'll have them over there in a moment." Jack said and ended the call with Mallard when he heard that someone answered his call on the other phone...
((There. War-overlord, the people are on their way  ))
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 10, 2010 11:04 PM |
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The call ended and Rex cursed. 'I'm right and now I owe him. It won't suffice if I can cover the costs he made either,' he thought. Rex had managed to stand up during the call and now he smashed a dumpster with his functioning hand to cool his rage. 'Bright side of this is that I will probably work out the way I plan.' Rex had trashed the dumpster, so it was now no more than a clump of metal. His suit had a scratch on the paint as a result. 'Proof that the suit still works though.'
It took a while but finally the salvage team arrived. By then Rex had positioned himself so he could easily watch the both ends of the alley, without being spotted immediatly. A truck backed in from 44th Street and a grease monkey got out. "Mr. Mallard, you here?" He called. "Truck is here, Mr Mallard." Rex stepped out in the open before the idiot could allert the whole neighbourhood. "I'm here, open the truck up," Rex replied. Amazement was obvious on Grease-monkey's face. "You're... you're the..." he stammered. "Yes, I know. I don't like to be called that though. Now open the truck. And where is the medic I ordered?" Rex demanded as he made his way to the truck. Grease-monkey hurried to open the truck and replied meanwhile: "Uh, Dr. Violet is in the cabin." "Tell her to get out. Have you lights inside the cargo compartement?" Rex asked. "Uh, yeah, I gots lights in there. I'll call the Doc now." He said as switched on the lights. Rex jumped in and felt the shock absorbers strain as the considerable weight hit the suspension. Rex moved more into the cargo compartement and turned to face the doors. Several seconds later Grease-monkey appeared, he led a young woman to the doors. Rex estimated she was in her early thirties, wore glasses and had her dark hair tied up in a knot. She wore a white lab coat and carried what seemed to be a first aid kit. She could be considered atractive, if Rex had not lost his interest in such things years ago. "Help her in, close the doors and go to the south docks, to Nevillestreet, when you're there park out of sight and open the doors again." Rex ordered the man. He hurried to obey. As Grease-money closed the door, Rex sat down and put the box with the core down next to him. Dr Violet moved towards him, albeit hesitantly.
When the doors were closed and the truck started to move, the Doctor started to speak. "I'm Doctor Desiree Violet," she said. "You're Mr. Mallard right?" Rex just nodded. She hesitated, "Why did you ask for a doctor?" Rex opened up the damaged left arm of his suit, showing what remained of his arm and the remains of his hand. "I surmised this would need some medical attention," Rex stated rather bluntly. The Doctor was taken aback by the sight, but regained her composure within a second. "Well, uhm. I can't do anything about your hand anymore," she said. "I know that, but my wrist needs atention. And I want a prosthesis on there when we get to the hospital. That's why I needed a surgeon." "Uh, ok. You're wrist seems to be in good shape, considering. But fitting a prosthesis is not that easy, you'll need.." "Need nothing," Rex interupted her. "I already have the prosthesis, I also know how to attach it, albeit in broad lines. However I cannot do it myself. And for what I have planned you'll need my help to get it working. So, I'm gonna need a local anasthetic." Dr. Violet was surprised by these demands, it was readable on her face clearly. "Oh, well I'll have to know what you're planning to help you." "I'll tell you once we've picked something up and dropped something of at the docks. Now the wound on my wrist looks cauterised, but I think you'll still need to take a look at it first." "Ok, I'll do that then." Dr. Violet set to work inspecting Rex wrist and cleaning the wound. It was clear that, though Xion promised she was a no-questions doctor, she was not used to patients like Rex. 'She probably helps the local mobsters with their knife and bullet wounds normally,' Rex surmised. She was busy working with his wound for quite a while when Rex picked up their conversation again. "Do you have a car?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Where is it now?" Rex asked. "Near my apartement, the driver picked me up there." "Where is that exactly?" Rex asked once again. "On 98th Street, in the North district. Why do ask all this?" "Because we're taking your car to the hospital."
The rest of the journey neither spoke. When Dr. Violet was finished and had bandaged his wrist, Rex closed his suit again. The truck parked and somewhat later the doors opened again. Grease-monkey was standing there with a stupid grin on his face. "We're here!" Rex got up and picked up his box. He moved out of the truck and landed with a thud on the pavement. "Help the good Doctor out and wait for me here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Rex answered. Rex was a few blocks away from his workshop.
A good 15 minutes later Rex returned in his normal atire, without the power-armor. He held a small box in his right hand. He got into the cabin with Grease-monkey and the Doctor. "We need to go to 98th Street in the North, I need to pick something up there as well," Rex ordered. "Aye-aye captain," Grease-monkey joked. As they drove there, Grease-monkey jabbered endlessly. It was getting on Rex' nerves, Dr. Violet did not seem to be entirely comfortable as well. When the finally got to the destination, Rex indicated the truck should be parked in another alley. All three got out of the truck. "I'm gonna need some help lifting something," Rex said to Grease-monkey, while indicating his missing hand. "Oh, yeah, sure." They went into the alley, leaving the doctor standing. Rex indicated a nearby, conveniant stack of boxes. "Bottom one on the right corner, if you don't mind?" Rex asked. Grease-monkey got squatted down, while Rex silently drew his pistol. "This one?" He asked, while turning to see Rex. He looked straight into the barrel of the gun, his eyes still widend in disbelief when Rex pulled the trigger.
Rex walked back to Doctor Violet, still holding his box. She was standing somewhat further away, next to an indiscriminate car. "That your car?" Rex asked. "Yes, anything wrong with it?" she retorted. "No, just making sure. It could be we had a bit further to walk." "What about the truck driver?" Dr. Violet asked. "He's taken care of," Rex replied. "Just make sure an OR is prepped once we get to the hospital. And I would prefer it if there was no other personel in the room." Dr. Violet made a call with a cell-phone, a rather fashionable one Rex recalled, as they got into the car. During the drive, Dr. Violet asked what Rex planned. Rex dismissed the question, saying he would reveal it in due time.
Rex was sitting in an operating room, in a non-descript hospital in the East side of town. He was prepped for surgery on his wrist and his left arm was sedated. The box he carried untill then was sitting on a table to the side.
"Are you going to tell me what you want now?" Dr. Violet asked, annoyed. "Open the box," Rex indicated. She did what Rex asked. She opened it and pulled a robotic hand out of it. "You don't mean.." Dr. Violet stammered. "Yes! I want that hand attached to my wrist. I've got a neural implant in my head and spine, it runs to my elbows and knees. You'll need to attach that to my wrist and to the implant. That is why you need my guidance. I developed it myself, I know it will work. This was not it's original pupose, but much better." Rex told her grinning. "You'll need to disinfect it first though."
Rex guided Dr. Violet through the operation. Several hours later, Rex stood outside the room, admiring his new hand. It responded like it was his own, though it had but two fingers. "You've done very well, Doctor. Real craftsmanship," Rex complimented Dr. Violet. "Now I don't want this to apear in any medical magazines though, I'll know where to find you. And keep up those skills, I may need you again in the future." And with that comment, Rex walked away.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 11, 2010 08:46 AM |
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Vlad washed his face. He looked at the mirror.
- Nachui!- He said, and teared the shower curtain, then got back to the living room. He throwed the shower curtain on the floor.
- Where's his stuff?
- What stuff?
- All of them!
- In the closet.
Vlad found a large suitcase, and started packing the clothes.
- Your husband's gone on a vacation. A very long one.
- Where?
- What do you mean where?
- I need to tell something, I'm still his wife.
- Rod island.
- Where is it?
- Greece.
- He didn't like Greece.
- Jobtvajumat Carol! Minia pochui! It's your problem, you think the way out of it!
- It would seem strange if some one went to a place he didn't like!
- I don't give a sh!t! Misha, don't just stand here, help me out!
- Wait a minute. How did she get your gun?
- Long story.
- I don't get it. Here- he pointed at the corpse- lies a moron, shot from your gun. Near this moron, sits his b!#$h. This suka somehow stole your gun. Ja nihuja nipanimaju!
- Help me out damn it. We're colleagues.
- We're colleagues at work Vladimir. This is your personal life.
- Blet, when you cutted the silicon boobs out of that dead b!#$h I didn't said a thing!
Carol looked at them, terrified.
- those boobs didn't touched your ass!
- I saved your balls nachui! If it wasn't for me, you would carry your balls in your hands!
- OK. But first, I will take back my ten grands!
- With who?
- With her blet!
- What if you lose?
- Then I'll owe you twenty grands then! Lose...- He approached Carol- Would you f&%k with a married man?
- What the hell Vladimir?
- Just answer the question.
- Is this a swinger party to you?
Vlad handed his gun to Misha. He rammed it in her head.
- I won't ask three times suka! Would you f&%k a married man?!
- I don't care if he's married or not!- Misha handed the gun back to Vlad.
- We're even Vlad. Let's finish this.
< An hour later, in the gravel quarry, 20 kilometers away from the city>
Vlad and Misha waited. They got rid of the bodies, both of Carol and her husband. They chopped them into pieces, placed them in trash bags and dumped them in the harbor.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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JoonasTo
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted May 11, 2010 01:56 PM |
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Edited by JoonasTo at 09:46, 12 May 2010.
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It was 6:30 am on the friday morning. The first rays of sun were shining over the trees to the east colouring the sky in a slight shade of red. A cuckoo call could be heard from the woods. 'Cuckoo!' Once. 'Cuckoo!' Twice. 'Cuckoo!' Three times. Three years still. Three years for her to find the man she would marry. Oh what would he be like? Tall perhaps? Handsome surely. Maybe rich? Probably.
"Mindy. The towel.", Cecilia's voice brought the young woman's mind back from the dreamworld.
"Yes, I'm sorry, milady. I won't get carried away again.", she said and handed the towel to Cecilia who had just gotten out of the pool. This was the last part in her daily exercise routine. It consisted of 12,5 mile run, half hour in an obstacle course, half hour of martial arts and half hour of swimming. Most days she did it in the morning before breakfast. That way she could have the day free and not worry about keeping in fit.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep so lightly, dear. It will come around.", she said and sat down at the the table. Friday's breakfast consisted of lingonberry bread, cranberry kissel, a glassful of milk and some apples. She took a bite from an apple with red cheeks.
"Yes, milady. I won't do it again.", Mindy bows her head down.
"See? There it is again. You really ought to learn better, dear.", Cecilia says with a smirk. Mindy looks at her with a small smile, pulls out an apple from out of nowhere and throws it at Cecilia. Cecilia easily catches it.
"I knew you didn't eat your apple. If you want to grow up strong and pretty you have to eat your apples, dear.", she throws it back and Mindy catches it.
"Fine, I'll eat it, milady, but I'll be bitter about it.", she eyes Cecilia hostilely while taking a bite. She eats the apple like it's the greatest wrong of all times all the while glaring at Cecilia. When she's finished Cecilia bursts out laughing.
"Oh, how she suffered in the hands of a cruel dictator. There had been none as bad as her, the evil apple witch. She made people eat apples every friday and laughed at their suffering. How could the people break free of her clutches? ", Mindy narrated.
"But maybe, just maybe, there was something good deep within that dictator. Maybe that something was the powersource of the evil spells that made people go through those horrible wrongdoings and kept them from leaving her realm.", Cecilia continued before resuming her kissel.
"Well, the witch does have nice cars...", Mindy notes.
"Don't forget her realm is quite classy and beautiful.", Cecilia adds.
"Hmmm...maybe people can handle one apple a week in return for that.", Mindy decides and smiles.
"I will go and prepare the study for you, milady. Your dress is ready in your room. Enjoy the breakfast."
"I always enjoy your cooking Mindy.", Cecilia smiles and waves her off. Cecilia takes a chunk out of the lingonberry bread and watches the young woman rush away. Such a bright girl.
Cecilia finishes her breakfast and goes to change her clothes. A sports top and shorts make way for a formal tight black dress. Business is business and needs a proper attire. She makes her way to the study. It is a rather spacious room with bookshelves, maps and most importantly, a computer desk with three screens facing the door. The west wall of the room has three big windows the mansion approach road. In evenings the sunsets show beautifully through them. She walks to the windows and looks at the Skyscrapers of the New Constantinople showing some distance away. This would be most interesting time. Most interesting time indeed.
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DON'T BE A NOOB, JOIN A.D.V.E.N.T.U.R.E.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 11, 2010 06:58 PM |
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Two black Escalades approached the duo. From them, several bald gorillas in suits exited. They were muscular, but it would take at least twenty of them to take Vlad down. The gorillas escorted a man in mid fifties.
- Vladimir! Mikhail! How are you faring? Is this your wedding garment Mikhail? Best regards to your wife.- he turned more serious.- Everything allright or perhaps I don't know something?
- Everything's fine.
- I see. Somehow you two are f&%kingly pleasant today. Where's the moron?
- In the trunk.
The gorillas escorted the asian to one of the SUVs. Vlad opened the trunk. In it, the corpse of Sasha lied. He was shot in the head.
- So, it was Sasha.
- You know him?
- Do I know him? This f&%ker was bunched together with my wife.
- So you're saying that his b!#$h was your wife?
The mafioso looked at Misha.
- What do you mean WAS? She is my wife, we just live separately. I paid five grands for silicon boobs she has! You've seen her?
- No.- Vlad quikly answered.
The mafioso snapped his fingers, and his thugs approached them with briefcases and shovels in their hands. Vlad took the briefcases and observed the thugs burying the corpse.
- Pleasure doing business.- Vlad closed the trunk and sat back in the car. He drove Misha back home, and headed back to his place. It was an exhausting day.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 11, 2010 07:38 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 19:52, 11 May 2010.
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Kane looked at his watch. "Soon time for my 90 minutes sleep." he murmured, and parked his car in a free spot. Then he called another friend, a professional hacker specializing in transfering money between accounts. "Hey Karl, I have a rather easy job for you. Terrence Johnston, also known as Sidewinder. You know him? Good! I want you to transfer all of his money to my account, don't leave a trail. Call me when you're done!" If I am not allowed to slaughter him, at least I can make sure he is broke. He his private detective. "Find a person for me will you? She is recognized by having an eyepatch and probably lives classy. She doesn't strike me as the person to lay low, find me an address." Agh, could be fun finding out more about her. Better watch my manners at least. Then he fell asleep.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 11, 2010 08:51 PM |
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Vlad started to unlock the gates of the warehouse when he was approached by a man dressed as a typical mugger.
- Razor?
- Who wants to know?- Vlad was ready to shoot him at any moment.
- I got a job offer to you. Take this.- he handed a small piece of paper that had a phone number written on it and a check for 50 grands.- Call him, he will fill you in.
- OK... Just pray that the check won't bounce.
The thug quickly departed. Going against a giant such as Vlad would be a mistake. A huge one infact. He opened the gate and drove inside and locked the gate. After having dinner he decided to call the given number.
- Who wants to have my services- He asked the minute that someone on the otherside answered.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 11, 2010 09:07 PM |
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Rex walked through the corridors of the hospital, keeping his new hand in his coat-pocket. All went according to his expectations, his new hand functioned exelently. It responded like a hand of flesh, was way more dextrous, his grip was like a vise if needed and it was almost like he had actual feeling in the hand. "Now when the anasthetic wears of, my arm won't feel as numb," Rex muttered to himself. It was a habit he could not shake, he had tried invain before. "Now, to make my way home. But how? The Vulture is out of comission. The Albatross is badly damaged and nearly out of fuel, it can't make the trip here. I'll have to improvise something here."
Wandering through the hospital Rex noticed there were very few staffmembers. He looked at his watch and realised it was still damaged from Zero's EMP-field. "Oh, right. I haven't replaced that." Rex looked around, no clocks on the wall either. Spotting a nearby patient room, Rex opened the door. Inside there was a single bed, curtains were drawn around them. "Who's dere? Is that you Doc?" a male voice sounded from behind the curtains. There was no denying his presence, Rex realised, as the lights were creating a silhouette on the curtains. "No, I'm the radiologist. The X-ray guy," Rex lied. "I never asked for no X-rays. I was shot, not beaten." The man sounded like the stereotype mobster, complete with the bad Brooklyn accent. "We took some before the surgery, after you were put under. To make sure where the slug was. And to see if anything else was badly damaged," Rex lied again. "Oh, well while you's here, can you look at my stiches. They's itchin." 'Bossy aren't we,' Rex thought. He opened the curtains and saw the patient. A young man, presumably in his twenties. Rex recognised him to be the son of one of the more powerfull mob-bosses of the city, though Rex could not recall his name. The man pulled back his blanket and revealed a big stich in his stomach. The man looked at Rex and said: "You don't look like no doctor." "I'm not, I said I'm the X-ray guy. But I know enough to be of help," Rex replied. Rex trailed his stiched with his right hand. "Now tell me when it hurts, OK?" Rex hardly looked at the wound, but he noticed the man was wearing a nice watch. "No pain, Doc, just itchin. And you ain't makin it better like that." "Nice watch," Rex remarked while seeming to look at the stiches. "Yeah, I know, real Rolex. Pop gave it to me when I killed my first sap. Becoming a man, you know." Rex reached for the medical chart hanging on the bed. "Uhuh, no bodyguards? Important guy like you should be guarded." "Nah, you know as well as I do Pop owns this hospital. Nobody gets in Pop don't want in here." 'Good, no guards, nobody to stop me from using this guy's stuff. No cameras to spot me either, these guys are getting sloppy' "Your car in the lot here?" "Yeah, it is. Come on Doc, quit the bullsh!t. Do something bout this itchin." "Sorry," Rex said with a warm, smarmy smile. "just need to check your pulse first." Rex walked up to the headboard and quickly put his robot hand around the throat of the man. As Rex surmised his new robotgrip was like a vise if he wanted to, he wanted it to be now. The man was helpless, with his windpipe completely crushed the guy suffocated in an no time flat. Eyes bulging he lay dead in the bed. Rex again admired his new hand again. Snickering he took the man's watch and placed it around his atrificial wrist. 22:30 it read, it was night already. "How easy a life is taken. In this town, a life may not pay a meal. But many die nonetheless. I take many a life. People mean nothing, unless they are usefull to me," Rex mused as he went through the man's belongings. He took his carkeys, his wallet (which was filled with cash) and his agenda for good measure. "And when they cease to be usefull, a life is nothing more than a wrapper on a candybar. Thrown away with contemptuous ease." Rex ripped out a note from the agenda and penned a message down on it. He left on the forehead of the corpse, it read: [Never trust anyone, especially those you think to own].
Rex walked casually out of the hospital a bit later, he wasn't stopped. He was not even given a second glance. The anasthetic had worn of by now, despite being operated on just a short time before, Rex felt no pain. As he walked through the carpark Rex used the carkey's remote unlock. The headlights of a older model Dodge Viper flashed and it made a loud clicking sound. "Nice car, I must say, very nice indeed. Shame to have wasted part of it's existance on that hoodlum. I'm a much better owner. I could even give it some upgrades without damaging any of it's beauty." Rex got into the car and drove off.
The journey to his workshop was not to long, but longer than Rex estimated it would take. Despite the hour, traffic was terrible. Rex drove to the fences surrounding his workshop. He could see the sentryguns reacting, but they soon disengaged. They picked up the signal from his implant. Remotely Rex opened the gate and the door of the workshop and drove his new car into his workshop. He got out of the car and tore the licenseplates of as a start. Then he got to his mainframe, no messages yet. He had sort of expected Palmer to have left one by now, then again it might have taken him more than he expected from himself. Palmer made a bold promise by stating he would have the blueprints by this afternoon. He opened an his email program and then remembered he did not know the adress. After some searching, Rex located Xion's businesscard again. Rex wrote a simple email: [What do I owe you?] Is was signed with a a small symbol, representing a mallard duck. Rex sent the email to the adress indicated on the card. "Now it's time to go to bed, tomorrow we'll see what we'll do first."
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 12, 2010 12:10 AM |
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Carrie spotted the explosion. She had been holding herself back the entire day. If Xion had blown her off, she probably would have started a killing spree in a busy shopping street to lure one of the superheroes out. She continually entertained the thought as she acquired more ammo and a heavy gauntlet and chain for her other arm, should she run out of bullets.
She walked up to the site of the explosion, her forcefield up but invisible as usual.
"Xion, are you there," she asked.
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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JoonasTo
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted May 12, 2010 11:29 AM |
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Nikkei had been climbing steadily after the 2023 crash. There were certain companies that had made good growth since then, companies, from which she owned a major share. The long awaited crash of Japan's economy had given her a perfect opportunity to get rid of the dirty money and made her a very wealthy woman. One of the companies she had had not been progressing as well as it could. It seemed that someone was deliberately keeping it's stocks down. Cecilia frowned. This would have to be investigated. She was about to contact her japanese network head when a call came. She connected it.
"Good evening.", a woman's voice in north european accent said.
"Evening, how's your family? Doing well I hear.", she answered in a casual tone.
"Well, very well. They've got this new nice house you see. For a very generous price. Seems the old inhabitants vanished without a clue. Very generous price. Got an offer in before the estate agencies. Had a very good clue you see."
"Where did they get such a good tip? I might be interested."
"I heard a young man, an artist some might say, but not in modern arts no, no. Traditional styles I hear. And he's pretty good too. But I hear he's looking for good tips too. Maybe on something more than just a house. Something bigger I hear, something prettier, something with class. But not something prefect no, no. I hear he's looking for something with a little work needed. Wants to work some of his in it too. Might want to, you know, renovate things."
"Hmm, give Gerald Hollows the cliffhang address and request him to be there at the last call of the nightingale."
"I will, pleasure talking with you."
"Likewise, oh and do take a rooster. Till better times."
"Till better times."
She disconnected the call. Hmmm, so Kane was looking for her. Maybe he had something in mind. This made her plans all that more urgent. She brushed off the economy charts from her screens and brought up the city's security networks, electric plans and piping charts. There weren't that many places that would fit her plans. The security networks were overlapping each other's blind spots. Luckily they didn't overlap in the central areas. She'd have to call in a favour for this. A favour, she really didn't want to own. Taking a deep breath she connected the call...
Meanwhile in the city a small boy comes and knocks on Kane's cars window. When he notices Kane show signs of waking up he darts to the darkness of the alleys vanishing without a trace. But there is a letter on Kane's car's windshield.
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DON'T BE A NOOB, JOIN A.D.V.E.N.T.U.R.E.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 12, 2010 12:19 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 20:04, 12 May 2010.
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Kane opened the car door and went outside for the letter.
Quote:
Looking for something special?
Come to Mapple Hill 45, east side field at 4 am this sunday.
I'll be waiting.
He smiled faintly. Well now, didn't take any longer. "Hm, nice smell." he murmured. "She's got class, I'll give her that."
His phone beeped. "What?" he said into it.
"The new weapons you ordered are done, where can I meet you?
Kane grinned. "I'll come to your place." He hung up and span off as fast as he could.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 12, 2010 03:45 PM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 20:44, 12 May 2010.
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Xion was a bit surprised when he heard Carries voice but was incable of seing her. Then he remembered the earlier operation he had gone through and remembered what the doctor had said; "Your eyes might be a little fuzzy for a few hours, but except for that everything else will be fine.". So he decided to switch to infrared vision so he could atleast she her warmth. And there she was, not to far away from him.
"Yes mrs. Carrie, I am here. Now we just miss Kevin and then we're all set to talk." Xion said "And before you ask. Kevin is the guy who runs one of the biggest underground information networks in the town. He got the information on Inferno. He might be a bit late cause he has not gotten all he wants to have, or maybe he found out there was a hole in his information and decided to go fill it, in that case I would have to call him up and we would have to drive to his house."
Just as Xion said that, Xion could see the warmth of a small man coming towards them.
"Ahh, there he is." Xion said and readied the suitcase.
Kevin((I'll describe him later if I care, or let anyone else describe him)) walked slowely and carefully up the street towards them, always looking around without really showing it and always careful about protecting the suitcase he was holding.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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