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[Donalddeutsch]

Of course the kid wouldn't have seen him following him, because he had put a tracer bug on his clothes when he patter him down. Constatine was now hiding outside the wherehouse which he had found that he was in, and making notes on where and how to get in. He knocked out one of the guys who looked kind of like him, and took his badge, clothes, etc, and after pulling the cap down over his eyes, followed the line of people going inside. --Hmm, interesting in what's going on around here.-- He smiled as he thought this to himself, wondering what was actually going on.

 

[poohlive]

Kim
Hong Kong​

"Oh, I am sure we can think of something."

He leaned in, smiling a drunken happy smile as he kissed her. It was a hard forceful kiss. He had a unique aroma of beer and cigarettes, probably hadn't brushed his teeth in a couple of days. Still, he tried so desperately to lodge his tongue down her throat, make her choke on it.

His hands were already on her body. He cupped her breasts, searching desperately for hard nipples to pinch and caress through the fabric. He pawed at the clothing, pushing it down, getting those things out and into the open.

Yes, that is what he wanted. He might have been a little more coy with this when he was sober, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, she chose him.

David
London​

David only spent a few minutes upstairs. When he came back down, it was in a hurry.

"We gotta get going. Boss said it's no good. Place is compromised."

Compromised? A few of the men cocked an interesting eye, "And why is that?"

"I shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have delivered the message."

"You fucker," Derrick took out a glock, pointing it at David's head. David ducked, crying out as he tried to avoid it. The gun wavered against his face until another of the armed men told him to stop.

"We might need him. He's seen the man. That means a link, we can use that."

David, kept alive as bait and little else. Poor guy had fucked up now.

The began loading things into two dark vans parked inside of the warehouse. Ammunition, guns, explosives. This was a fucking parade starter if you've ever seen one.

"Come on, hurry up."

 

[SwordmasterX]

OOC: We don't have to base the places they visit on actual places do we? i'll try

London airport
1:33pm

(outside the airport, lazarus is currently waiting in his black toyota MR2 for his target to approach, the target seems like nothing out of the ordinary, a bald man with a dark green hooded jacket and ordinary blue jeans, he looks like one of those snobby type people, in his hand is a big black briefcase)
Lazarus: this is the guy, i guess
???: that's right leon, Damion Williams, he's suspected of having ties with american intelligence
Leon: don't worry, i was briefed a lot when it patched through, though that case, it looks like it carries more than papers
???: follow him to his hotel, and get those documents
Lazarus: ok, you got it
(the man calls for a taxi and gets in it, leon revs up his car and tails him slowly, he follows him to the diamond rivers hotel, which is a nice large hotel in the west end of london, a nice place to reside in, he sees the taxi stop there, the man exits, handsomely pays the cabbie and enters the double doors)
lazarus: heh, good, looks like i'll show these guys how one of the MI6's finest does it
(he parks where the taxi is once it leaves, and exits the vehicle, throwing his keys to the nearest valet, the valet runs to the vehicle and parks it as normal, once entering through the double doors, he is very surprised at what he sees)

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Kim
Hong Kong​

"Oh, I am sure we can think of something."

He leaned in, smiling a drunken happy smile as he kissed her. It was a hard forceful kiss. He had a unique aroma of beer and cigarettes, probably hadn't brushed his teeth in a couple of days. Still, he tried so desperately to lodge his tongue down her throat, make her choke on it.

His hands were already on her body. He cupped her breasts, searching desperately for hard nipples to pinch and caress through the fabric. He pawed at the clothing, pushing it down, getting those things out and into the open.

Yes, that is what he wanted. He might have been a little more coy with this when he was sober, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, she chose him.

David
London​

David only spent a few minutes upstairs. When he came back down, it was in a hurry.

"We gotta get going. Boss said it's no good. Place is compromised."

Compromised? A few of the men cocked an interesting eye, "And why is that?"

"I shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have delivered the message."

"You fucker," Derrick took out a glock, pointing it at David's head. David ducked, crying out as he tried to avoid it. The gun wavered against his face until another of the armed men told him to stop.

"We might need him. He's seen the man. That means a link, we can use that."

David, kept alive as bait and little else. Poor guy had fucked up now.

The began loading things into two dark vans parked inside of the warehouse. Ammunition, guns, explosives. This was a fucking parade starter if you've ever seen one.

"Come on, hurry up."

Constatine kept quiet, but also helped load everything up, placing tracers on eveerything that he could. He had placed only about 5, because that's all he had. but he had placed them in places that they wouldn't think about looking. He slipped out of the building when he thought no one was watching, and went back to his car to watch and to follow at a safe distance. He picked up his phone, and hoped that his contact with MI-5 was still around to give him some back up if needed, or at least to let them know what was going on.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

They had protocal. It was very simple. He made sure to tally everything. Weapons, computers, everything. Fernando would be very displeased if they had left even a single piece of evidence behind.

It was all accounted for.

"Ok, Jerry, you take David, Johnny and Vlem over to the secure hideout. I'll stick around with Rocky to clean things up."

"Wait, where's Vlem?"

They looked around. Vlem was not there. He had been there. Derrick remembered. Vlem had been helping move stuff into the vans. He kept his head down, didn't talk to much of anyone.

Now where was he?

They checked the whole grounds. Inside and out. Vlem was found unconscious behind some storage bins out back. Naked.

"Fuck, compromise."

They didn't need David anymore. No more use for bait. Johnny thought that was a very happy thing, and pulled out the same gun, placing it at the back of David's skull before David could even turn around. The gunshot rang out in the warehouse.

They picked up Vlem, got him conscious again. He didn't have much to tell. Vlem said someone came up behind, took him down. He didn't move any of the cargo or remember them packing up.

"Which means that fucking agent did it."

Derrick hated spies. He was probably out there right now.

"Well, no need to move. He can just find us again."

"What do we do now?"

"Talk to the boss... sit, and wait. Maybe he'll make the first move. Or, maybe we just take him out. Get the security camera's up. I want to know every move he made inside of here."

Johnny ran upstairs to talk with the boss, and get the security tapes. The rest of them began a new guard around the perimeter, looking for anything and everything suspicious. Derrick made sure they were in constant radio communication.

High alert mode. Shoot first, don't ask questions. The code of a true terrorist.

 

[Makisan]

Fable moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She fumbled around with his clothes, stealing his wallet, making as if she were taking his pants off. She kissed his neck, biting it.

She pulled away, then smiled at him. "W-Where's your bathroom? I want to.. Make myself more presentable..." She whispered, licking his lips, pressing against him. "Won't take a minute..."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine figured that they had figured him out, when he heard the gunshot. It wasn't like they were being quiet about it. "Damn, to bad he seemed like a good kid also. Oh well, better call in the men in black, or whatever they call their SWAT over here." He dialed a number on his Cel for a friend in Scotland Yards that kept his secrets and also would know who to get ahold of.

"Hey it's me, you got a big problem down here at the wearhouses, better send down the squad, fully armed, their arms dealers and look professionals, at least that's what they look like to me." He wasn't going to say that he thought that they were also terrorist, but he knew that his friend would be able to read between the lines in what he said, and send in a full squad in full combat gear.

He then sat back and watched the wearhouse, and checked his weapons.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

Their radio went off in an instant, telling them of what happened. They'd been found out. This spy, whoever he was, figured his best plan of action was to call the cops.

"Bloody fucking tourist."

Derrick gave a horrible gruff. How he wished this fucker was a regular american, who would come in here guns blazing and try to get them all. That would have been a nice way for him to go.

No, instead he did the equivalent of calling for his mommy.

"Protocal," He said. And they all got started. The computers had to be scrapped. Heavy magnets were waved over them, for just such occasion. It ruined the hard drive, everything in it completely lost.

The body was gone. Not even a smidge of blood. Protocal. They had picked out a warehouse by the docks for a reason.

When the cops finally did show up, Derrick fired the first shot. One shot, only a warning, nowhere near any of the police that swarmed the warehouse. Then, as the coppers came in, each of the guys laid down on the ground, and went quietly.

Very quietly.

Almost too quietly.

They were arrested, and the guns categoried. It would take the rest of the day to go through everything, book the boys, and see who they belonged too. An old detective from Scotland Yard, Terrie, walked his way over to the car. He shook his head as he looked at Constantine.

"It can't ever be a friendly visit when you come to town, can it? Always gotta bring some friends."

He smiled, glad to see the man alive and kicking. He leaned up against the car, told Constantine what they had.

"They were very cooperative. Especially for the kind of power they were packing in that place. They had more weapons than we did. They didn't resist, but they're not talking either. I don't like that. Smart bad guys, that always fucking pisses me off."

The guns had some serial numbers they were going to run, see where they came up, and some fingerprints. That was all they found. He showed pictures of each of the guys. The henchmen downstairs.

There wasn't anyone upstairs that they caught. And, they found little evidence up there.

"Thanks for the tip though, I will call you if I have any more info. Probably tomorrow morning. By then, they'll either start talking, or some slick lawyer will come out of the woodwork and speak for them."

 

[poohlive]

Kim
Hong Kong​

He was getting into it. A lot more than he should. He already had himself against her, wanting to pin her down to the couch right here and just have a go.

She stopped him though, asking for the bathroom. He didn't care about that, if she wasn't the freshest downstairs he would understand. Not like he was going to go down on her or anything.

But, she insisted, and that gleam in his eye told him he should let her.

"The other room, right there," He said, pointing to a far door, "I'll meet you in the bedroom."

He dropped his pants, shirt, everything else as he slipped under the sheets. He was good and hard now, stroking himself as he waiting for her to return.

 

[Makisan]

She walked into the bathroom, putting on a bit of chapstick and then putting the film onto her lips. She pressed her lips together, then smiled a bit. The film would put him to sleep ten minutes after she would kiss him. She had that much time to figure out everything she needed. He would be asleep for a half hour, thinking that they had fucking wild time under his sheets when he woke up.

She slipped off her pants, and walked into his room, tight, black cotton boy shorts gripping her ass in the right places. She smiled at him, going over to him, crawling next to him. "Ready?" She murmured, kissing him softly.

 

[poohlive]

Kim
Hong Kong​

Kim kissed her passionately. His fingers searching. He found her practically naked, only little shorts when his fingers wandered. He pushed them aside, and found her slit. He smiled, kissing her more passionately, fingers sliding inside of her.

"Oh sweetheart, this is gonna be a hot time." He got on top of her, his large cock throbbing and pulsating. He yawned, getting himself ready.

Instead, he fell back to the pillow, and the sheets. He would fuck her in just a little bit. He just needed to get a little shut eye.

"Just a few minutes, babe," He said, yawning. And then he was out like a light.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine smiled and nodded. "Give me one of them for the night, and I will find out everything you need to know, and I will take care of the body as usual." He looked at the older man, knowing that he would understand what they were dealing with. "Their terrorist, you know the protocal. Hell if you want, just put them all in a van, and sweep it under the table, I will take care of them."

 

[Makisan]

"Great..." She jumped off the bed, being frantic with her search. She needed an ID badge, a pin number... Something to get herself into the building. She searched his laundry, almost going ill at the sight. She shook her head, finding the badge in between the couch cushions.

She walked over to him, then stradled him. "I know you're sleeping... But tell me everything you know, baby... What is WVT?" She murmured, pulling at his cheek. "Come on, speak to me..."

 

[poohlive]

Terrie
London​

Terrie found himself pondering the question. He knew before even coming here it would be asked. And part of him wanted to do it, better then let them go through the legal system here. With their funding and lawyers, it would be so simple to watch them fart in the wind after a day or two.

"I couldn't it's already been called in. My ass would be on the line I got five guys with a huge arms shipment go missing. After last week and the bombings, I need to do everything by the book."

His balls were in a vise. After last week the whole department had been asked to shape up, make sure everything was done right, nothing got passed them. He paused, wondering if that is why these guys gave up so easily.

There had to be a reason.

"One... I can let one go. I can't even charge them with terrorism. I don't have shit on them except for posession of weapons. Hell, with a good lawyer that's nothing more than a fine. Be lucky if they spend two nights in jail."

He could slip one out.

"Behind Scotland yard, unmarked van. He'll be there in an hour. Good luck, old friend."

He walked away, going to check in on his collar.

An hour later, as promised, there was a van parked outside of Scotland Yard. In it, Derrick was cuffed to the floor, looking up as the doors opened.

"Yeah," He gave the man a shit eating grin, "I thought it'd be you..."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine got into the van and didn't say a thing. He drove into the countryside, and stopped in the woods where no one would hear them. He got into the back, and opened up his bag, pulling out a large syringe. "I don't like your kind, and you are not going to be getting away with this. If you give me the information I want, your death will be quick, if not, well....." He let that hang in the air as he looked at the man, Derrick was his name he found out. He had a cold stare at him, and just waited on his response. He would make the man sweat if he had to, he didn't care, he was trained to do this the right way, and leave no marks or evidence behind.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

"They've been watching you," He said, his eyes growing wide with interest. Not fear, nothing like fear. Maybe if this prick had David here there would be fear and crying, screaming eventually, before death.

Not this man. Derrick just sat calm and cool, as if he did not hand cuffs on, as if he were not about to die.

"They knew the moment you boarded that plane. I suppose they knew you were going to find us eventually. I have to admit, you're good. Or maybe little Davey was fucking sloppy. Either way. I could help you out."

How funny was it, this man holding a syringe, who knows what kind of interesting liquid could be inside, and yet Derrick said he could help poor little Constantine.

"Constantine. decorated here for both NATO and NSA. Several successful assignments, including Kosovo, Iraq, Durante... quite an impressive resume you have got. I could go on, but I don't want to bore you."

He spit down on the ground, between his legs. His tongue ran across his teeth, the way a predator might lick his chops before eating. It was cold and calculated.

"My boss said if I ever found myself in this position, I were to ask you something. He wants to know if you would join him. He knows how loyal you are to America, but everyone has their price. Mine was only a couple hundred thousand. How much is yours? In the millions? He could arrange it, with the amount of information you have, he could make any traitorous act you do worth your time.

"Comrade, partner... we could be on the same side, we could do this together. Join him. Join us."

 

[jeremiah1982]

A black SUV pulled up only two houses away from the abandonned building, the guards inside took note of its location as the continued on with their patrols, inside our man in black sat waiting, inspecting and surveying the area around the scene, of course he could have just walked right in through the front door, they wouldnt dare argue with him, after all he had been hired for this job for a reason. he was the best. he may have been expected but that didnt mean he was going to make himself known, the building was only 3 metres away from the nearest rooftop, and he took note of how close the top row of windows were to the cieling, and no glass, meant no noise, , smiling to himself he started the car again, he had his entry point and he knew where the spy had been left, all he needed to do now was to execute his plan, if all went to plan then this could be a very enjoyable mission indeed..

**** Only Minutes Later ****​

he had progressed to a rooftop of a building behind the target's location and quickly and quietly leaps across onto the rooftop in question, he lent down over the rooftop and threw his suitcase through the nearest window, or atleast what remained of it, he grabbed the ledge and flipped down and over launching himself into the window, he loved how the military worked, never secure enough, perhaps thats why he liked to come in the hard way, it was always enjoyable to exploit their weaknesses. Needless to say he was inside and walking the corridors in his tuxedo without any problems whatsoever, he slipped into the corridors and walked through towards the room required, memorizing the layout and the floor plans had only been the first step, the second had been finding out which company had been hired to run the security, knowing that meant he new their training, their habits. This all of meant that he knew where to be and when to be there in order to avoid any contact, he enjoyed the privacy it meant that he was going to be able to performs the task and get the information required and all without having to worry about amateurs interfering and ruining the job.. For example as he turned the corner he knew there was only going to be one guard at the door, and that he'd be walking to the left checking around the corner, giving him time to slip past and into the room before he would turn around. It all went smoothly, it always did so it was nothing new to have a job go so easily but as he entered the room and locked it behind him, something told him that the job had only just begun. And that.. that made it all the more fun..

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Derrick
London​

"They've been watching you," He said, his eyes growing wide with interest. Not fear, nothing like fear. Maybe if this prick had David here there would be fear and crying, screaming eventually, before death.

Not this man. Derrick just sat calm and cool, as if he did not hand cuffs on, as if he were not about to die.

"They knew the moment you boarded that plane. I suppose they knew you were going to find us eventually. I have to admit, you're good. Or maybe little Davey was fucking sloppy. Either way. I could help you out."

How funny was it, this man holding a syringe, who knows what kind of interesting liquid could be inside, and yet Derrick said he could help poor little Constantine.

"Constantine. decorated here for both NATO and NSA. Several successful assignments, including Kosovo, Iraq, Durante... quite an impressive resume you have got. I could go on, but I don't want to bore you."

He spit down on the ground, between his legs. His tongue ran across his teeth, the way a predator might lick his chops before eating. It was cold and calculated.

"My boss said if I ever found myself in this position, I were to ask you something. He wants to know if you would join him. He knows how loyal you are to America, but everyone has their price. Mine was only a couple hundred thousand. How much is yours? In the millions? He could arrange it, with the amount of information you have, he could make any traitorous act you do worth your time.

"Comrade, partner... we could be on the same side, we could do this together. Join him. Join us."

Constatine wasn't surprised that they knew all this about him, and he didn't let any emotion show. He had the drug in this siringe that would get all the information he wanted from Derrick with a prick. He looked like he was deciding on whether or not to accept the offer of the terrorist, but instead he was thinking on everything he knew about this man and his group.

"I know your not the boss, and I know that your boss would never work with me, like I would never work for him. When he gave you that foolish message, he knew you were going to die. You are expendable Derrick, to bad your wife and baby daughter are also expendable to your boss." He looked at the man in front of him, and cracked a smile. "Of course if you didn't care about what happened to them, your more of an asshole than I thought." He put the tip of the syringe to Derricks neck, right at the Jugular. "See this stuff goes in faster and works better if done right here. I hear it's quite painful, but it's not going to be what kills you."

 

[Makisan]

"Ugh, what good are you?" She whispered, jumping off the bed and pulling her clothes back on. She left his apartment, and went back to her hotel. She sat on the bed, staring at the ID card. Now she needed a way to get in. She huffed, then crossed her arms, starting at everything little thing she had. Nothing. She snarled, and laid down, staring up at the ceiling.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

Was the man grabbing at straws? That seemed like a notion of desperation. Wife and kid, baby no doubt. Derrick wondered what it would be like to have chosen the life of a father, a husband, providing for his family instead of a cause. It was certainly ideal.

Not his thing though. He had no more of a family than Constantine did. That's why they picked you for these kinds of jobs, because your baggage was minimal. Aside from the clothes on his back, Derrick had no baggage.

He winced, crying out as the fluid drained right into his system. The shit worked fact, already he felt his extremities clamp up. His eyelids grew heavy, drooping down like blades of grass heaping with morning dew. At once he felt himself calm, serene. The world nothing more than a plaything.

He thought he could jump out of the van, fly up into the sky. He tried, but something held him down. He could not imagine what that could be, for he was invincible.

"That is some good shit, my friend," He said, glacning back at little Mister Constantine, the rough and tough torturer from the good ole U. S. of A. How proud he must be, pizza and fucking beer replacing apple pie and soda.

"I don't think I'm that expendable. But I tell you what. I have a nice sum of money saved up for me on an island. Haiti. Close to a million. I bet it all I live through this, make it to eat a nice continental breakfast. I'm thinking melon and a bagel with cream cheese..."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine knew he was grasping at straws with his one comment, but who cared. "So you think your going to survive this huh Derrick, I don't think so. So tell me everything about your bosses activities and the bombing." He hit a recording device, so that he would have it all on tape. "Go ahead, the more you tell me, the..." With this, he hit stop on the recorder.. " Quicker you will die." He then hit record again, and waited to see what he had to say.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

Derrick felt the full verse of the drug now. It tingled, it felt like a warm bath all over. He could close his eyes and just imagine warm clouds hugging him all over. He had to open them though. As much as this drug was comforting, it would not let him sleep.

He began bobbing back and forth, the only thing keeping him from falling over were his cuffs. They had been looped under a rod through the floor. He just bobbed back and forth on that.

"My boss... ok. Ok. His name is Jason. He works at the Starbucks, regional manager. It's only my first week there, but already he's riding my ass pretty hard. I tell you, if I get one more low fat latte wrong my ass is gonna get fired."

He chuckled at that. His mouth was now hanging low, jaw unhinged. As if he were a child, and did not care if the spittle slowly hung from his lower lip. It dropped on his shirt.

"Shit... this is some powerful stuff. Can't see straight... can't see much of anything. What did you give me? You wanna give up yet? A million... a million says I walk away."

He didn't think he could walk right now though. At best he was barely able to sit. Instead, he just bobbed back and forth.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine reared back and slapped the punk. "You know better than that Derrick, you will give up the information I want the easy way, or the hard way." He cracked his knuckles and grinned maniacly. "I would love to muss up your face before killing you, and you know I will be getting the truth from you, especially if you know about me, you know the rumors."

 

[And 1]

OOC.Sorry if I've kept anyone waiting just wanted to see what happend betwen Makisan's character and the guard.

IC
I couldn't find a way inside the apartment so decided to wait until my target came out and would resume following her hoping to see if she had gathered any information and be ready in case she tried to use it to get into the WVT building.

After waiting patiently I watched her exit shutting the door with a frustrated look,she hadn't it seemed gotten much info if anything from the guard. I watched her go heading in a direction which lead away from the WVT building,"better let her go" I murmed to myself turning round to head back to my hotel.The WVT building was getting my intriguing by the minute I thought it may be about time to get a closer look starting that very evening.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

Derrick screamed out in pain, feeling his whole left side simply explode. He saw stars, bright and gleaming. Stars that were not part of the night sky distant and faded, no, these stars were right next to him, close as they come. He could feel the pain, a horrible throbbing running up and down his face.

So that is what the drug did. It accented everything. The guy must have only hit him, not even with a fist, and yet it felt like a fucking freight train. Derrick cried out a second time, frustration more than anything, pulling at the cuffs.

Metal on steel did not budge.

"You fucking prick," He cried out, spitting up blood from his mouth. He couldn't see very well, he hoped that he got the bastard though. Blood filled his mouth now, he was swallowing it. Swallow his own blood. Yes, that was good, he could do that.

"Honestly," He said, half laughing, "I have no clue what you are talking about. Bombings? Didn't they catch the guys, middle easterners? Fucking towel heads who have a hard on for Islam? That's all I know. You shouldn't ask me, you should check fucking CNN, they got all the info you need."

He couldn't see, and his mouth was filling with blood fast. He kept trying to swallow it, but it wouldn't go. Eventually he just let it fall down on his shirt as well. He had to shake himself, to clear his head. It was not working though. Everything came in fuzzy lines and disjointed colors.

IT was like tripping on fucking acid.

"Where did you get this stuff Constantine? This is some good shit. I gotta buy from you next time I party."