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[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine knew what he was doing, so he punched him in the gut next. "Either you are stupid, or just a fucking wanna be, I know the truth, but not the details. If you don't start talking, I have one more drug I can give you that will kill you very very slowly, alone and dead, is that what you want Derrick." He jerked his head up to look him in the eye. "So the choice is yours, I can kill you quickly, or you will die nice and slow, over a few days that will be a living nightmare. You will feel like every bone in your body is breaking, which it will be, starting with the non-essential bones, like your toes and fingers, and working it's way around. You will feel like your balls and your cock are being pulled off, but all it does is take and melts them very very painfully. So are you going to talk? I don't care really, your just scum to me."

 

[Makisan]

She left her hotel room again around two in the morning, dressed in some tight leather skirt and black halter top, making it seem like she was going to some dance club or another.

She walked a few streets away from the WVT building, staring at it in the distance as she walked. She shook her head, then continued to walk, turning back toward the building, on the next street.

 

[poohlive]

Derrick
London​

He screamed this time. His lungs burning as he did so, throat scratching up at once. His whole body seemed to center around his stomache, as it wavered with pain. It had turned into a boiling center, the sun of his whole existence. He cried, real tears, real fucking tears from a trained military man.

Damn if this stuff wasn't good.

Still though, after all of it, he smiled, "Is that right? I thought we were just getting started..."

He coughed up more blood. His hands were shaking now, the cuffs rubbing against the steel, a horrible scratching sound coming from it. He tried to concentrate on the sound but couldn't. The pain was too much.

Still, his lips remained sealed. He could take pain, he could endure it. He had been a trained man, just like Constantine here. Constantine wouldn't have spoken from a couple of hits, drug induced they may be.

"I thought we were just starting to be friends. You and I. What a wonderful team we would make, don't you think?"

He smiled, a shit eating bloody toothy smile. It was the last of his strength, the last he could do. He felt himself lean against the side of the van. There would be another needle, another prick. And this time the pain would begin again.

If it got too much he might start talking, if his threshold were pushed. He'd been through worse shit than this training back in Russia. Handlers who set up mock kidnappings, pulling out fingernails, squashing bones with hammers. Watching as the hot blade of a knife cut through skin, blood, flesh and bone.

That was torture.

This was fucking kid's stuff.

Constantine's phone went off. It beeped with immediacy. Derrick smiled at that.

"Now that sounds important," His smile said he knew more.

The voice on the other end was cold, disjointed and far away. It was coming through a modifier, near impossible to trace.

"I hear you got one of our boys," It was distinct british, a cockney accent, nothing more could be told.

"You and him having a bit of fun, are you now? Hope he's still alive. Didn't ruffle him up too bad did you?"

The phone was moved around, and another cry came out. This was similar to the cry that Derrick had made. It was Terrie, from Scotland Yard. He screamed to high heaven, before talking into the phone.

"What, who is there? Help, there's 5 of them, they're up..."

The phone was taken away.

"Don't suppose you fancy a bit of a trade then? Tit for tat? You get your friend, we'll get ours. Maybe we all walk away from this? Yeah?"

 

[Makisan]

She stared at the WVT building. "Alright... You have something I want and I'm gonna find it..." She murmured, quietly going to the back of the building. She searched around, finding a grate and pulling it aside. She slid inside, biting her lip to keep from screaming as she was covered with spider webs. She hated spiders. She dusted herself off, shivering. "Oh, that's so gross!," she whimpered. She took off her boots, finding it foolish to walk around a building in high heeled boots. That would be death.

She looked around. Must be in the basement. She bit her lip, looking around for something. Anything! She opened crates and boxes, peering through locked cabinets.

She sighed, falling back onto a box, staring at all she went through. "Not a god damn thing..."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"That is quite the shame, you know," the black haired woman purred out with a soft British accent. "To be tossed out of your own car- such an embarrassment as well, in that public a place..."

"Yeah... well..." The driver shrugged sheepishly, shaking his head. "Thank you again, ma'am, for the ride. I couldn't imagine telling my boss that my client stole my SUV."

"Hmm." She smiled again, this time pulling the cigarette from her lips as she glanced at him. "Did your client happen t' mention where he was off to, Love? I might be able t' help you get your car back. One of my... many talents."

"Not completely. Just that he didn't want me to drive him." He snapped his fingers as a thought came. "We have one of those vehicle trackers on all our cars, though... Boss doesn't want us to joyride around on company time."

"How helpful!" Cami doubted he was still with the car at this point. Those trackers were a nuisance but easy to find. If the car hadn't been ditched, the box had been. Still, she could hopefully pick up a good general area of his location. Better than hunting the whole damned city.

 

[poohlive]

Nevin
Doorsten​

He sat there in the passenger seat, stealing nothing but glances at her. She looked like the peak of perfection, and that accent running off her lips. He wished he were that accent, just so he could touch them. They were light pink, almost bubblegum.

He shivered, something wonderfully naughty running up his spine.

"I'm not really supposed to do this," He said, already feeling guilty. He had become the cliche, helping out a pretty girl for no other reason then the bat of an eye, a simple smile, or a nice look of thigh.

He was getting all three, so Nevin could feel his loins going into overdrive.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper, MapQuest on it, "When we got the call in, they sent this over the wire. It was weird, most of our callers give us an address, something we know. Take us to the capital, or the some bowling alley. Major stuff. This?"

He showed her on the map.

"Doorsten is practically abandoned. Only a few hundred people live there. Most of the buildings are old and run down, especially this one," He showed her the one on the map, in the middle, the one he was supposed to take the man.

"It's some confidentiality breach, but if nothing else I would get the SUV back. Could you possibly drive me there? Just one favor. I could... repay you somehow? A drink perhaps? Dinner?"

 

[And 1]

I arrived back at my hotel room and ordered a quick meal for dinner and while waiting for it to come up looked over a few papers with notes I had written on the WVT building from my observations.It was guarded quiet closely dispite there seeming to be a lack of activity,any entry however would require an ID card which I didn't happen to have and it would look odd if I just strolled up and walked through the front door.No this would have to be a in through the back door operation I decided as I answered the door and took in my meal.

Half an hour later I left my room dressed in dark clothing mostly navy blue with a black zip up jacket,leaving my keys at reception saying that I was going to vist an old business collegue and may not be back that night left the hotel and headed towards the WVT building.The cool wind chilled through the air as night began to fall with people walking along getting ready to enjoy the Hong Kong night life.

I walked round to the front of the building everything still seemed fairly quiet showing no signs of activity,moving as quickly as possible I headed to the back of the building.Reaching the gate I noticed a scattering of spider webs as if someone had entered before me their foot marks bairly noticable. "I guess someone else had the same idea" I murmed moving through the gate my eyes and ears paying close attention as I walked softly trying not to leave a trace.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I'll be most certain to stay hush-hush, I promise." Cami winked at him, glancing over the paper. This guy was far more helpful than she had imagined. Seems her 'gals' were all the ammunition she needed when dealing with a slightly staring driver. Only fair to give him a bit more show if he was this helpful.

With a wandering finger, she tugged lightly at the clooar of her dress, the zipper inching down a bit more from the stress of the tug and revealing that there was no bra holding everything in place beneath. "A drink sounds positively wonderful, Love. Damned warm in here t' me right now... stop off somwhere then get you your car, ey? Don't want y' goin' back to your boss with a buzz, now do we?"

*Keep up the work, gallies, and we got ourselves an easy pass to findin' our boy.* She smirked again, reaching out as though reaching for the shifter, only to stroke the man's leg. Enough carplay would make him putty in her hands. Besides, a little fun before work never hurt anyone. "Fair warnin' though.. I'm a fish when it comes to liquor."

 

[Makisan]

She blinked, hearing someone come in. She swore quietly to herself, hiding behind a crate, watching the dark room. Her hand went to her thigh, gun nudged between her flesh and her garter belt. She huffed and waited.

 

[And 1]

I headed into an area which seemed to be a store room or something, entering it I noticed various creates and boxes laying around.

"Either somethings coming in or going to be going out" I muttered moving over to one box,it apperead to have been opened recently and whoever had opened it can't of gone far.Reaching into my jacket I pulled out my gun taking care to place its silencer as I didn't want to make any noise to alert those who ran this place know I'm here.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Derrick
London​

He screamed this time. His lungs burning as he did so, throat scratching up at once. His whole body seemed to center around his stomache, as it wavered with pain. It had turned into a boiling center, the sun of his whole existence. He cried, real tears, real fucking tears from a trained military man.

Damn if this stuff wasn't good.

Still though, after all of it, he smiled, "Is that right? I thought we were just getting started..."

He coughed up more blood. His hands were shaking now, the cuffs rubbing against the steel, a horrible scratching sound coming from it. He tried to concentrate on the sound but couldn't. The pain was too much.

Still, his lips remained sealed. He could take pain, he could endure it. He had been a trained man, just like Constantine here. Constantine wouldn't have spoken from a couple of hits, drug induced they may be.

"I thought we were just starting to be friends. You and I. What a wonderful team we would make, don't you think?"

He smiled, a shit eating bloody toothy smile. It was the last of his strength, the last he could do. He felt himself lean against the side of the van. There would be another needle, another prick. And this time the pain would begin again.

If it got too much he might start talking, if his threshold were pushed. He'd been through worse shit than this training back in Russia. Handlers who set up mock kidnappings, pulling out fingernails, squashing bones with hammers. Watching as the hot blade of a knife cut through skin, blood, flesh and bone.

That was torture.

This was fucking kid's stuff.

Constantine's phone went off. It beeped with immediacy. Derrick smiled at that.

"Now that sounds important," His smile said he knew more.

The voice on the other end was cold, disjointed and far away. It was coming through a modifier, near impossible to trace.

"I hear you got one of our boys," It was distinct british, a cockney accent, nothing more could be told.

"You and him having a bit of fun, are you now? Hope he's still alive. Didn't ruffle him up too bad did you?"

The phone was moved around, and another cry came out. This was similar to the cry that Derrick had made. It was Terrie, from Scotland Yard. He screamed to high heaven, before talking into the phone.

"What, who is there? Help, there's 5 of them, they're up..."

The phone was taken away.

"Don't suppose you fancy a bit of a trade then? Tit for tat? You get your friend, we'll get ours. Maybe we all walk away from this? Yeah?"

Constatine smiled to himself. He knew that his friend knew the consequences of what happens. "You my dear friend have made the biggest mistake of your life. You don't know who your dealing with, and Terri knows that I don't deal with terrorist. Good Bye." With that he hung up the phone and looked at Derrick.

"Your boss thinks he's funny, but I know that he might kill him, but he will never get his family, for I already have them out of the country, and in hiding. My friend knew what was going to happen if he gave me you, so you ready to die?" He pulled out another syringe, and plunged it into Derricks arm, giving him the full needles worth of a painful and powerful hallucinegenic. One that would have him live his worse nightmares, thinking that they were real, and very painful, no matter what happens. "Just hope that he doesn't kill Terrie."

He got into the front of the van, letting the latest drug do it's worse while he made a beeline back to Scotland Yards to see what he could do.

 

[poohlive]

Nevin
Doorsten​

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," He almost jumped at the touch of her hand. He knew it was on purpose, those fingers had reached for his knee, caressing up almost to the thigh. What kind of game was she playing here? He was supposed to be the one trying to seduce her.

He showed her a place not too far from where the building was. In town. It wasn't much of a town, just a few shops, some buildings left over in various states of decay. A restaurant that changed owners every couple of years. The pub stood old and decayed, like a rotting tooth inside of the mouth.

"Sorry they don't have any place better. A good bar takes us halfway back to the city. Over an hour away."

He ordered himself a nice pint of beer, and something that didn't taste like alcohol for her. A long island iced tea. A lightweight could easily be fooled by that.

"There you are," He handed her drink to her, and they found a nice place in the corner, overlooking a dirty window outside. He drank from his own beer, a healthy lager, pointing across the way to a sad gray building up the hill.

"That's the place. There's been some activity there few days passed. People coming in, military they look like. I don't know for sure. I worked as a driver in the city, but I know these places very well. That's why they hired me to come out here, do some moving and loading for them. They have some weird equipment."

He drank another sip, his hand working his way towards her thigh. She looked gorgeous, and those tits. They were about to fall off her dress. The bar itself was mostly empty, just an couple of old guys in the corner speaking the local language. They both stopped when she came in.

Look at them, so high up, no bra. He wished it were colder in here. His hand rubbed against her knee, and then her thigh, slowly running up further.

"So, do you work with him, are you like associates or something?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine got into his car, not knowing exactly what happened to his old friend, but he would have a pint in his memory later. He went to make contact with his Contact in MI-V, but she went home. He shrugged, and went to the address that he was given for her, and knocked on the door.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Miss...? Miss?"

Scythe opened an eye and looked at the man standing in her room. Sei Long, second in command of the security personnel. A stocky young man, huge for a Chinese, dressed in the black uniform of the WVT security guards, with only rank chevrons marking him as a captain. He spoke in a heavily-accented English.

"The woman from this morning, she appeared again. She's in the basement, in the storage room. She hasn't noticed the door into the building, it seems."

Scythe got up, off her armchair, and yawned. She stretched, her slim body straightening and arching like a girder melting. Her black clothes perhaps helped the imagery. She walked to one of her wardrobes, and opened it. Out slid a drawer with several firearms in it. Pistols and one-handed use submachineguns, and belts and holsters. Scythe picked up a shoulder holster, and took a Glock 17C, loaded a magazine into it, and took two spares. Although she was quite intent in avoiding combat, she was not so in going defenseless.

She turned around to see Sei Long bowing his head to a side, his finger on his ear, where his communications bead probably was. He looked back at her.

"Another man, you say? Does he look like he's with her? ... I see. Very well. Keep the door shut."

Scythe tightened the shoulder holster. Two stripes of treated leather run over and under her shoulders, and another two ran over her back, and over her chest, right under her breasts.

"The man has drawn a gun, looks silenced."
"Very well. Call for the first squad, assume breaching positions at the storage door. Or... no, better yet. Open the door. Make the first squad take hidden positions, and have two of their men take one of the crates inside. They are to leave the door open and head for the kitchens."

Scythe took off at a brisk pace for the control room, Sei Long following her quickly, his military training showing in his calculated, strong steps. Those were one of the clues that made Scythe hire him as the captain. There was also how he used just the necessary words to give out orders. Amateurs usually talked too much into their orders.

Scythe entered the control room, the familiar darkness and the monitors' ghostly light welcoming her. The Chinese guards below looked up at her, awaiting their orders, and Scythe grinned to herself. She rather felt like playing.

"Keep the strong rooms prepared! Activate security protocol 3! Non-combatants are to remain in the strong rooms, or in the underground facilities. Guards are to be posted at the strong rooms. Entrances to the barracks, generators, underground facilities, low-clearance elevators and control rooms are to be sealed. Prepare the gas systems for non-lethal use, and send the danger 4 signal to the Colonial."

Danger 4 meant that isolated people were trying to get into the building. Scythe was confident in being able to stop anyone who tried to get in with what she had, but she figured that the Colonial would want to know what was going on, just in case. As she thought about this, the control personnel started issuing the orders in hurried Chinese. In the cameras, dozens of people hurried to their posts. Steel shutters came down. And in some computers, black bars changed into green bars, signalling the filling of the gas tanks with subduing agents.

Scythe gestured at Sei Long to follow her as she once again exited the control room, but not before taking an earphone and microphone piece from her table which she secured around her head.

"Have second squad go down to the basement with us in the 3rd security elevator. Third can assume positions using the 2nd elevator. Lock 4th, 5th and 6th. I want the 1st elevator locked and ready for commander-clearance use."

Second squad appeared around the corner of a corridor, clad in heavy riot suits not unlike those used in America. Bullet-proof, knife-proof... nearly anything-proof. Ten men that became walking tanks, armed with AK-47s. They inmediately fell into formation around Scythe and Sei Long, before entering the 3rd security elevator. All others soon saw use, or were locked, and the 1st one was reserved for Scythe's use should she need it. Inside the elevator, Scythe looked at herself. The fake contacts, the dyed hair, the stern expression, her slim body encased in black... her breasts were a little too prominent, and she wished she had thought of wearing a bullet-proof vest just in case, but if worst came to pass, the guard squad would form an impossible-to-penetrate wall to protect her.

WVT is perfectly defended... and I'm the perfect guard. Let's see whose nose I will have to cut away at the end of the day...

 

[jeremiah1982]

OOC: Just a reminder, the tracer is ditched in my first post but of course seeing as the contact knows everything anyway that shouldnt ruin any plans you two are plotting against me

the Black SUV drove off, the only thing left behind was a small electronic device, the tracer that should have been used to track the car.

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IC: As he entered the room he surveyed its contents, a table set aside in the rear right hand corner of the room, empoty just as he had requested, for now this was used to place his suitcase, its contents still a mystery, but in the centre of the room, thats where his attention went for now because that is where he found his target, a wooden chair, a female spy, strapped onto it.. Oh yes this job had only just begun..

 

[Makisan]

She suddenly felt nervous, like something was going wrong. "Fuuuuck..." She whispered, slowly getting up from her hiding spot. And she only had one gun on her. She hung her head, then bit her lip. "This might be a little fun..." She murmured, walking out of her hiding space. She looked around, trying to figure out what was going to happen. She stopped, glancing at the floor.

 

[poohlive]

John and Mitch
Hong Kong​

They had been chosen, volutneered as it were, for this bit of baiting. Mitch liked to call it baiting. He was an avid fisherman, and he knew a lure when he saw one. Nice dangling worm, so fat and round and delicious the first couldn't even see the razor sharp hook inside, waiting to catch it.

John didn't feel so happy about this little metaphor, because he had not been such an avid fisherman. John was more of a video game type of guy. But, he had gone fishing once. He caught a 13 inch trout. He remembered bringing it up out of the water, the fight it had given him, and then he reached in to unhook it, he saw the bitter remains of the worm.

It was in jagged pieces, torn and still wiggling. Parts of it were on the hook, other pieces had already fallen down the trout's gullet, to be swallowed and digested like so many other treats floating in the water.

He knew what happened to the bait.

Still, with heavy kevlar and armed to the teeth, John followed Mith as they opened the door.

"You know," He said, playing with the idle banter they were supposed to be talking about, to make it seem more nonchalant, "I never did understand the concept of youtube."

"Oh?" Mitch played back, sounding very interesting, but in reality he was not. In reality he was searching the room for any threats. They had both made sure to make a lot of noise before entering the room, giving anyone a chance to hide.

He didn't see anyone. It was going good so far.

"Bunch of people sitting around on a camera, what is the point?"

"Some of it's funny. You see that squirrel, with the devil eyes? Or the dog on a skateboard?"

There were steps down from the door, only five or so. Mitch walked over to the nearest dust encrusted box he could find, and picked it up. John followed suit. This place had mostly been abandoned. No one used it anymore it was outside of the grid for the most part. To get into the door they just entered required a keycard anyway.

Still, it was monitored, for a likely entrance. Today it would be just that.

"Those are animals though. To me youtube is the graffiti of our time. It symbolizes a bunch of people doing nothing more than writing big words on the wall, so other people can see them."

John followed Mitch back up the stairs. He had no clue what he was carrying. It smelled like old shirts, moth eaten. A high tech security building needed desperately to have these old moth eaten shirts they send two security guards down in the middle of the night to get it.

These fuckers had better take the bait.

"I don't know, I still think that squirrel is cute."

"No doubt."

They left the door hanging only slightly open. Just enough to see a sliver of light inside. The voices of John and Mitch fading into the background of endless hallways and closed doors that would open up to reveal the secrets of WVT.

It was tempting. Very tempting...

The two squads were in ready position, standing by, guns eagerly trained on the now gaping door.

 

[poohlive]

Edna
London​

Edna had her afternoon tea with her, although by now it must have gone stone cold. She eyed it warily on the coffee table, from time to time as she went through the house. She had been sweeping and cleaning and her had finally told her it was enough.

She still felt like a woman of forty, although when she looked in the mirror it seemed like her face had turned into a swamp of wrinkles and flabby skin. She would sometimes laugh about plastic surgery, get herself some perky breasts and new hips, go out on the town and show the boys just what it was like to party.

Those thoughts always made her eyes twinkle, and no matter what her face said, those eyes had never aged a day over 26.

She sat down now, resting her feet up. The tea in her hands felt cold, but she drank it anyway, just because she hadn't the real effort to go up and make any more. She blamed her back, and her feet, which had begun to hoot and holler just as she let them rest against the small cushion there.

But, of course she knew it was just because she was lazy. Lazy enough to sit here and drink cold tea.

But, the doorbell rang. She frowned at that, knowing her lazyness could not save her this time. She groaned, slowly getting up and walking across to open it.

"Why hello," He smiled brightly at the nice young man. Handsome too. She opened the door up to him, without any reverance at all.

"You must be a friend of Jill's. Please, come in."

She showed the young man in, offering him a seat on the couch.

"I was about to make some tea, I do hope you'd like some, sugar? Milk?"

She went into the kitchen, her back and feet forgotten for a moment. A good british woman knew her duties as a hostess, and everything else fell by the wayside. She put the kettle on, and got out tea bags and sugar and a tin of biscuits.

"I am sorry to say Jill is not here. She hasn't been home for more than a week. I'm her landlord... or roommate. She has the flat here, but I come in and use it on occasion."

In truth, it was the company Edna wanted the most. She enjoyed sitting and talking with someone, especially someone younger. An old woman like herself fancied in catching youth whenever she could, and youth could be caught most easily in the young ones.

When the tea whistled, she poured them each a cup and brought it out to him.

"There... you must be with those other boys, the cleaning ones? They came in here yesterday. They were looking for Jill as well. I forgot their names... no, the boss's name was Derrick? Derrin? Something like that. They went searching through her room through there."

She pointed at the door, hanging only slightly ajar.

"So, how do you know Jill? Are you and her lovers?"

 

[And 1]

I move silently peering round the crates trying to find whoever happend to be in this room with me,the odds on it being my target where pretty even as far as I knew she had been the only one checking out this building and proabley like myself decided on a closer inspection.

My train of thought was broken by hearing the door creak open,kneeling down I hid between two crates watching as two men brought another one inside.The placed the crate down and after looking around turned to exit leaving the door open,what was in the crate I wondered assuming that it wasn't like the others empty which would make things even werider.

 

[Makisan]

She smirked, moving up behind the man. She wrapped her arm around his neck, tugging on him and holding the gun to his back. "Hey there..." She whispered, pulling back behind a stack of crates. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pushing him against the wall, taking the gun out of his hand.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Edna
London​

Edna had her afternoon tea with her, although by now it must have gone stone cold. She eyed it warily on the coffee table, from time to time as she went through the house. She had been sweeping and cleaning and her had finally told her it was enough.

She still felt like a woman of forty, although when she looked in the mirror it seemed like her face had turned into a swamp of wrinkles and flabby skin. She would sometimes laugh about plastic surgery, get herself some perky breasts and new hips, go out on the town and show the boys just what it was like to party.

Those thoughts always made her eyes twinkle, and no matter what her face said, those eyes had never aged a day over 26.

She sat down now, resting her feet up. The tea in her hands felt cold, but she drank it anyway, just because she hadn't the real effort to go up and make any more. She blamed her back, and her feet, which had begun to hoot and holler just as she let them rest against the small cushion there.

But, of course she knew it was just because she was lazy. Lazy enough to sit here and drink cold tea.

But, the doorbell rang. She frowned at that, knowing her lazyness could not save her this time. She groaned, slowly getting up and walking across to open it.

"Why hello," He smiled brightly at the nice young man. Handsome too. She opened the door up to him, without any reverance at all.

"You must be a friend of Jill's. Please, come in."

She showed the young man in, offering him a seat on the couch.

"I was about to make some tea, I do hope you'd like some, sugar? Milk?"

She went into the kitchen, her back and feet forgotten for a moment. A good british woman knew her duties as a hostess, and everything else fell by the wayside. She put the kettle on, and got out tea bags and sugar and a tin of biscuits.

"I am sorry to say Jill is not here. She hasn't been home for more than a week. I'm her landlord... or roommate. She has the flat here, but I come in and use it on occasion."

In truth, it was the company Edna wanted the most. She enjoyed sitting and talking with someone, especially someone younger. An old woman like herself fancied in catching youth whenever she could, and youth could be caught most easily in the young ones.

When the tea whistled, she poured them each a cup and brought it out to him.

"There... you must be with those other boys, the cleaning ones? They came in here yesterday. They were looking for Jill as well. I forgot their names... no, the boss's name was Derrick? Derrin? Something like that. They went searching through her room through there."

She pointed at the door, hanging only slightly ajar.

"So, how do you know Jill? Are you and her lovers?"

Constatine thanked the older woman for the tea and as he sipped it, he heard what she said. "Yes ma'am, I'm her lover. You said you haven't seen her in 2 weeks, her work said that she had come home, I wonder where she might be." He looked at her wtih a smile, and looked over at Jills door, wondering what was going on. "Do you mind if I take a look at her room, I left something there of importance the last time I was here, and she said that she would take care of it for me." He didn't like the idea of Derrick having already been there and he had to find out if there was anything that he could find out.

 

[poohlive]

Edna
London​

"Oh, sure... sure. No bother to me. Since you're so close and all."

She busied herself tidying up, and let him do his thing. Although, to tell the truth Edna was a bit of a snoop. She had been so all her life, something of a spy, if you could believe it. She never parachuted from a plane or stopped a government conspiracy.

But, around the neighborhood, she knew just when someone was pregnant, and who the father possibly could be. She knew of divorces before they happened, heard old rumors of people who'd been to jail, those who hit their wives, touched their kids.

She was something of a snoop.

So, it wasn't surprising her head popped in from time to time.

The room itself was a mess. Files were everywhere, the bed cut to pieces. Clothes were thrown about, even some of the walls were cut off, someone trying to look into the boards themselves, to see if they could find anything.

The computer was gone, only the monitor and printer were left.

"I am sorry, I think those group of cleaners might have taken whatever was yours. Sad, really. This is such a nice neighborhood. I was going to call the police, but Jill told me not to. She had said never to call the police, let her come home first. But, I haven't seen her in so long, I don't know if I should."

She walked over to the printer, pressing the top button. The printer beeped to life, and out came a page.

"She would print me out the Sudoku page from the paper. I love that game, Sudoku. She had the printer save it automatically, so it would print for me. I didn't have to bother going online. I'm never good with that stuff. I am so glad they didn't leave it."

What came out was not a printed page of Sudoku, rather, but a couple of notes. They were from Jill, the last notes she had written before she left. It had been saved to the printer, waiting for someone to come and print it.

Fernando, had to be behind the attacks. Had a team working here, maybe two.

This has something to do with a Russian uprising. Look out for Plan Emma. It has been intiated. Something is wrong.

Found a link, an old source that showed me a building in Hong Kong. WVT. Ran it through every database, no intel found. Check out that building, it funded the attacks.

Edna furrowed her brow at it, not making much sense to her. She handed it to him, instead.

"Is this what you were looking for?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine looked over the notes, not saying anything. He finally did speak tho. "Yes this is exactly what I'm looking for, don't worry Edna, I will see what's going on, and I'm sure she is all right. Thank you for the tea beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before standing back up. "So what do you know about these cleaners that they don't think you know?" He gave her a conspiritorial wink, knowing that she was one to know everything and anything that went on in her apartment building.

 

[poohlive]

Edna
London​

"Only that I know they weren't cleaners," She said, a bit of a smile on her face, and that twinkle in her eye. Something from her younger days. If only she were a bit younger, she might be flirting with him a little, maybe even ask him for a second cup of tea.

But, she was too old, and her back told her those days were behind her. She leaned down to get the tea, and go in the kitchen to clean up.

"I hope you have luck in finding them," She called out, placing the dishes in the sink.

 

[And 1]

She smirked, moving up behind the man. She wrapped her arm around his neck, tugging on him and holding the gun to his back. "Hey there..." She whispered, pulling back behind a stack of crates. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pushing him against the wall, taking the gun out of his hand.

I felt an arm move behind my neck and the cold barrel of a gun press into my back,so she had found me and decided to make her move moving me behind a couple of crates.

"I could ask you the same thing Fable or whatever name your going by now" I replied as she took the gun out of my hand,"though I guess your as surprised as me there's nothing in these creates" I continued looking straight into her eyes.