Undercover error (PM to apply)

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Undercover Error" (PM to apply)

OOC:

Again an idea that could go anywhere.

If interested in playing along, please PM stating any character and plot ideas you have.

I've left it plot details vague at the moment.
The focus of Michelle's undercover operation and the location city/country wise can be negotiated.

Will post more details as the plot develops.

Bio:

Michelle Levin
5 ft 5
Long dark/auburn hair
Blue eyes
Slender and toned build.
Training has made her lithe, but appears petite and fragile.

French National and native English speaker.
Cover: Club waitress (perhaps not entirely legal foreign worker?)


IC:


“Michelle” heard the shout and wished for the umpteenth time that she’d followed procedure and called for backup before following the men out of the club and into the alley beyond.
Pressing herself against the wall, she prayed that she would not be discovered.

Posing as a waitress, known as “’Chelle or ‘chelley, she had been working the bar for three weeks, building up her cover, her associates, settling into her flat, establishing her new routines and then finally Nico had actually noticed her.

For the past week he had begun flirting with her, seeking her out.
Michelle knew she had to take it slowly, gain his trust, not ask too many questions.
She was used to this type of work by now … so why had she made such a bloody stupid mistake!?

Michelle cried out suddenly as she felt her arm grabbed and was unable to do little more than struggle weakly as the burly guy dragged her out into the middle of the alley way and she found herself facing two other men.

”Chelle! What the fuck are you doing here?”

Nico bellowed at her as she stood, her eyes darting in feigned surprise between the big guy who’d hauled her out and the smart suited man who stood silently watching.
She knew all of them, their profiles, their criminal records.

”Nico!! … Wh.. what’s going on … ?”

She gave a genuinely fearful glance at the thug and turned to Nico, speaking in a rush.

”Are you ok hun… I … you were so quiet this evening … I thought maybe… “

She broke off… Nico was angry.

”You thought what dammit?”

She flinched as Nico snapped.
Her beseeching look had not pacified him.
Things weren’t looking good...

”I thought you had something on your mind ... and that …”

She dropped her eyes as if realising how foolish her statement would sound.

” … and that maybe I could help…”

She kept her eyes to the ground and wrapped her arms about her exaggerating her vulnerability.
They had to believe she was just some dumb waitress who had been over concerned for a wanna-be boyfriend, a guy she had a crush on even.
They had to think anything but the truth!
Damn. If she blew the operation now, it would all be her fault.
This was the first week she’d been making progress.
The boss was going to kill her … that was if these guys didn’t first…

The thought struck a genuine chord of fear into her.
Chelle raised her head finally and glancing briefly at the two other men, turned a beseeching gaze upon Nico.

”Nico…who .... why ... are you in trouble ...?”

She stammered, allowing tears to brim in her baby blue eyes.

He had to buy it.
All she could do now was pray.


OOC:


A range of possible characters here:

I will play Michelle.

Nico
The thug/ muscle of the group
The boss
Michelle's boss.
Michelle's associates - key contact and back up?

I'm open to ideas and offers.
This could be a one-on-one, but would probably work better with more players ...

Over to you ...

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levain

PM me for a visual of Michelle ...
I will send via email/AIM.

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Many thanks to Obsidian Heart

For my first character idea and offer.

He will be playing Grant.
Grant works for the same organisation as Chelle.
He was posted at the club months before she arrived.
Too many newbies make people nervous.
Grant is Chelle's immediate contact.
It is he who must summon back up if it is needed.
This would only be in the direst of circumstances.
Blowing their cover would totally screw up the operation.

I will let Obsidian Heart post further character details once we get started.

Meanwhile ... all offers welcome.

This could be lots of fun!

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome to our next character:

Patrick1

Paolo -

Nico's boss, the man who really does the deals:
a middle-aged, scarred man, outwardly mild-mannered man,
He always has others do the street-work for him.

I will let Patrick reveal the details about his character when we begin.

WANTED

Nico ... smooth but dangerous? eye for the ladies? etc..

Could this be you?

Other characters also welcomed!

Thank you for reading/playing

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*bump*

I still need a Nico so we can start ...

Any takers ...?

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

We have an offer of Nico ... thank you Nub for joining us!

Please post any time you wish ... the story is now open!

If anyone would like to add another character ... please PM with an outline instead of jumping right in!

Thank you all!
DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome to a new character.

Name: Angeline Raphael
Appearance: Five feet and eleven inches; stark blond, almost white hair cropped in a shot masculine cut; standing on soft spikes, pale skin; round steel gray eyes set on a softly ovaled face with pale lips; Her build lithe giving her a strong and striking appearance of a 23 year old woman.
Occupation: Back-up to Michelle Levin- a Lieutenant at that; Weapons and Bomb specialist.


Welcome Parliament .... let's go for it ...

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levin

Chelle stood as the silence seemed to last an age.

Her eyes flitted briefly to the silent thug who still held her arm in a painfully tight grip. She resisted the urge to glance behind her.
Surely Grant would notice that she had not returned!? Surely he would be able to come out here under the guise of getting some air, or throwing some trouble maker out??

She glanced over at Paolo, the boss - but of course she was not supposed to know that.
His eyes were raking over her frame.
His expression was impassive.
She could not even begin to imagine what was going on under that steely facade!

Her eyes moved back to Nico.
He was still her best bet.
She wished fervently that she hadn't fucked up.
The idea was to hook this gang ... subtly ... without the need for the heavy back up she knew was on standby. She or Grant had but to say the word and the place would be ransacked...
But that was not the plan ... not the plan at all.
Either way, she was in deep trouble either with these men or with her own people when they found out what she'd done.

"Nico....?"

She repeated as she pulled uselessly to free her arm deciding a panicked struggle best suited the character she was trying to portray ...

 

[Nub]

"Shut your mouth," Nico roared, finger pointed at Michelle, "Just shut your mouth." He was erratic in tone and demeanour, the situation had very quickly spiraled out of his control and he didn't like it one bit. In the silence that followed he thought quickly on what to do with her, there wasn't a problem, unless he made one. He looked at her, unable to deny the exhiliration of being in control, of having this woman fear him and his every word. It was a sensation he wanted to prolong, even develop. Nico lowered his hand, he tapped the side of his thigh for a moment then turned away from the constrained woman. With his back to Michelle he faced Paulo, and spoke in a subdued voice.
"I can deal with this, just leave her to me." Nico spoke in a tone that hinted at command, yet he waited respectfully for the boss to approve his plans.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levin

'Chelle flinched as Nico roared at her.

She watched as he spoke quietly to Paolo.

Her struggles had stopped as she stood trapped.

"Oh my God... what now?"

She thought.

 

[Parliament]

She had been standing by the entrance of the club for some long minutes now- ugly long minutes the black leather pants hugging her legs tightly, a loose white tube top wrapped around her 34Bs and down her torso, beads of sweat forming on her brow and the skin of her forehead from teh roots of her slightly spiked short hair, her breathing hard with anticipation of the female operative inside cracking down the bad guys.
Shifting her weight from her left foot to her right, the heels of her black combat boots click on the wet dried asphalt.

Hearing a light squeal, her right hand goes up the left pouch of her pistol holster strapped to her torso, resting the hand in contemplation, her lips pursing. This isn't her first crack down operation: why would she feel nervous about it?
Taking a step forward, closer to the wall with her eyes on the doors and the gear van across the street a few meters away from the club front, she takes deep and relaxing breaths, her arms tensing, her throat gulping in nervousness.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*bump*

OOC:

Thanks for the postings Nub and Parliament !!

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*bumping*

Rather that waiting until every character has "reacted" just jump in with the next ... please PM me if you've decided not to play afterall and I'll recast or change the character to NRP.

Thanks
DM x

 

[Nub]

The boss was quiet, too quiet for some reason, and it made Nico edgy. On the outside he remained calm, composed, as if this was nothing that hadn't been experienced a thousand times before. Yet when he turned to face Michelle a hint of outrage was still prominent on his face. He made sure he looked laboured, as if he emerged from a great struggle, a half-smile to show it was one from which he came out on top. The smile faded with the moment and he took a few slow steps in Michelle's direction. He didn't stop to speak so much as murmur as he passed, "We'll talk about this later." Nico carried on toward the club, as he rounded the alley he stole a glance of Angeline, a lascivious glance that lingered beyond the realms of good taste. There was no shame in his stare, only confidence, and the looks to get away with it. He continued back into the club, intent to keep an eye open for that one.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levain

'Chelle remained with her eyes on Nico, watching as he moved towards her.
His pace was steady, unhurried.
His anger was still clearly evident.

"We'll talk about this later."

He barely made eye contact as he murmured the words and continued on his way.
Chelle nodded in response.
It was an order, not a request.
One that he had issued and then left her there!

She moved her eyes towards the boss who still stood silently watching her.
She swallowed nervously.
She should make her excuses and go.
Or at least attempt to, she calculated.

The thug had moved to stand away from her during the short exchange with Nico.
She watched as he exchanged looks with his boss.

She had to remain calm.
If she could just utter an apology and follow Nico down the alley ...

 

[Connavar]

Marcus Hall

OOC:

Thanks to DM for allowing me to post.

Character Name: Marcus Hall
Height/Weight: 6'4", 14 stone
Eyes/Hair: Soft blue eyes, short brown hair normally spiked.

Weapons specialist, sniper and observer.

Calm demeanour, never flustered, almost too relaxed, he doesn't let himself get worked up.

IC:

Come on 'Chelle... He thought, Don't hang around and get yourself caught...

The light green glow of his night vision scope was the only object of light in the entire room. His silenced rifle was trained on the head of Nico, his breaths were short and soft, the barrel hardly wavered as he continued to watch the exchange. The video camera taped the alleyway, the normally obvious red light covered with tape.

Hall wasn't worried about 'Chelle, he knew she could look after herself, but "The Firm" and the mission would be ruined if their stakeout was busted, and that would ruin the investigation and the possible conviction of these thugs.

He slid his rifle across to cover the features of the boss, watching the small group converse in the alleyway. He knew he had Raphael waiting in support, not to mention Grant and the clean up team, but that was messy, and he was in the perfect position to end it right now. All it'd take was the click of his handsfree radio for the go code and he'd put a .50 calibre round into each of their heads, problem not solved, but removed.

He was waiting patiently, watching the silence of the boss and Nico's aggressive retort to 'Chelle. Fix it 'Chelle. You know what to do... His thoughts reached out to her from across the street in his lookout.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levin

Chelle knew the time had come to make a move.
She smiled and began to walk backwards, making deliberately vague apologies, as if she had no idea what she'd stumbled on.

"Look ... I don't want any trouble ... I ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... gentlemen ... I ... I'll just let you finish up .. shall I?"

Her eyes flitted quickly from on to the other as she threw a glance down the alleyway.
She noted that Nico had passed Angie and was about to enter the side of the club.

"Nicoooooo! Honey....! Waaaaaait...! "

She shouted and turned, beginning to run after him.
Her pursuit was exaggeratedly slow, her heels clip clopping along the alleyway.
Deliberately Chelle allowed herself to trip and feign a twisted ankle.
With an embarrassed look back at the men who stood watching, she plucked of her shoe and hobbled towards the club and through the door.
She closed it behind her and pressed her back against it.

"Fuck. That was too damn close!"

She muttered under her breath.
She threw down her shoe, stepped back into it, smoothed her skirt and sashayed her way across the room, slipping behind the bar.

"Oh you came back!
How long a break do you reckon I can afford to give ya?"

She smiled at the mock angry comment thrown in her direction and blew him a kiss.

"Sorry boss ... I'll make it up to ya .."

She grinned saucily and moved forward to serve a customer.


Crisis averted ... for now ...

 

[Paendragon]

Thug

OOC: Slava Rochenko
Russian
The man is an unknown in the equation.
He's the 'thug' mentioned in the previous posts.
Big and strong. Quiet.
Light brown hair, blue eyes.

IC:
He exchanged glances with the boss, and then stepped into the shadows. The boss knew he didn't like this. The woman had no business being here.

He knew, of course, that he was just the muscle in this relationship, and as such, couldn't give the order to get them the fuck outta here. His job was simple. Keep the man alive. And he was very good at it.

He didn't like the alley very much. Too many variables not in his control. He would, preferably, keep any and all meetings inside, in a secured location. But again, it wasn't his call. This meeting had been necessary, and this place was, unfortunately, the only one available.

He watched the girl from the shadows. She was pretty. He wouldn't mind having her alone at some point. But for right now, she was just another variable...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome Pen!

Nice to have another "baddie" on board.
Hoping the boss will make an appearance sometime soon!
An interesting array of characters assembled now ...

I'm sure we'll all *rise* to the challenge!

:: ggls ::

DM x

 

[Nub]

Nico left Michelle to look after herself, what did he care, the more frightened she was the better it would be for him. He swaggered across the dance floor to the other side of the club and the main entranceway. He relaxed over a smoke and a chat with the bouncers, they had a bit of a laugh toying with a guy that was clearly underage. By the time Nico flicked the butt of his smoke into the gutter he was relaxed again. He ventured back into the club, across the dance floor, only this time he moved with the beat of the music. By the time he reached the bar he was almost dancing.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Michelle Levin

'Chelle watched Nico smoking and talking. If appearances were anything to go by, he had more than recovered from the shock of her untimely appearance. She put down the glasses she'd beens tacking and looked up as he swaggered towards the bar.
"He was so full of it," she thought with distaste.
If she had been the character she was playing, he could have landed her in a very sticky situation.
He was cold, cold and dangerous.
She would have to watch him from now on.
Perhaps she should change her "target"?
Or rather, perhaps she should remember her training and not get into such bloody stupid corners again!

 

[Nub]

Nico bored a path through the mass of clubbers at the bar. Nobody said anything, those that turned around angrily at the figure pushing from behind soon shut their mouth when they saw the lumbering hulk of a man making his way to the front. It was one of the other bar staff that approached Nico first. He shook his head and motioned toward Michelle. "I want her." The tender didn't quite understand, so Nico raised his voice. "I want her to serve me." He spoke so loudly she wouldn't need to be told, she'd surely heard him, everyone else had.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

'Chelle heard Nico's demanding tones and pretended not to notice.

"I want her to serve me."

His voice seemed to bellow even in the noisy room.
But still Michelle bided her time.
She waited until one of the bartenders knocked her arm and gestured to Nico.
Demurely 'Chelle moved forward and without meeting his eyes or acknowleging him with the famililar smile she usually had for him, she asked flatly.

"Yes.. what can I get you ...?"

 

[Paendragon]

Slava

He nodded to the boss, and led the way into the club. His job would now be to observe, until the boss decided to come inside. If there were any doubts, then the deal would be off, and the consequences would be dire for most involved. He, for one, had no illusions as to what he would have to do then.

His job.

He moved his bulk through the door, and eyed the two bouncers, who were smart enough to not hassle him. He was in no mood for this. He still had a bad feeling simmering just below his skin, and he hadn't survived as long as he did without paying attention to it.

He took a booth in the corner of the room, in the shadows, where he felt most comfortable. He leaned back and let his eyes roam over the other patrons. Nothing too suspicious.

There was a couple two booths down with their tongues in eachothers throats, two other men nearby trying to hit on the same woman, who, if he read the situation clearly, wasn't interested in either, and another man who just came out of the men's room, rubbing his nose as if afraid that there was something hanging off of it. From the look in his eyes, it was most likely a white powder he feared.

That was pretty much it. Young people looking to get laid, or just meet someone. Mostly the former. Nothing too unusual, so far.

He shifted his bulk, watched, and waited.

 

[Nub]

The impassiveness Michelle exhibited struck right where it hurt, his ego. This whore wasn't going to treat him like just any punter, especially not in front of everyone. "Nothing." He said grimly, "I don't want anything." Nico looked straight at her, he weighed up whether to go further, and decided to do just that. "After your shift, don't go home..."