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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 21, 2012 22:53:52 GMT -8
"Good luck guys."
Bucket would whisper after they closed the back door. Slowly he would put his hands on the wheels and look forward, taking slow measured breaths.
"M'pretty sure we all gonna need some."
"Ready to go Bucket?"
Bucket sighed as Marcus' voice crackled in his earpeice.
"Yah Bruddah."
Would be all he would say until he finaly heard the signal from Delilah and crew. He knew what was expected of him. Hell, he knew he had the skills for the job, but that didn't mean this didn't scare the ever loving crap out of him.
"You can do this big guy. I have faith in you."
The plan was simple. Lead Barkers patrolmen astray, lose them and then meet up at the rendevous point.
Turning on the ignition, he put the Van in reverse.
"Just drive man. Don't think about anything else."
"In Tree. Two. One......."
Suddenly the sound of screeching tires would echo throughout the night as Bucket slammed the van into reverse, shooting out of the nook it was hiding in before pulling a 90 degree drift and flying out of the alleyway and into the street.
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Marcus gritted his teeth as he watched Bucket peel out onto the street. He didn't like putting his fellow packmates out there like this. They were good, strong, but not quite on the level he wanted them at for operations like this. Fortunatly he knew Bucket would get the job done. Unfortunatly this realization didn't stop him from worrying like a den mother.
Standing on a high vantage point halfway up the tenament house, Marcus watched Delilah and her team move with the kid while Barkers patrolmen jumped back into the truck and sped off after Bucket.
Pulling out his radio, He fiddled with the buttons till he got Delilah's frequency
"Lilah? Boys? You guys hear me? Ok, I got a birds eye view on you guys. Start making you're way down the street. The way is clear, but don't dawdle."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 21, 2012 23:15:34 GMT -8
(OOC:
Posting order:
Delilah
Marcus
Lucien)
Looking around, his gaze met the woman's, and she nodded. Oh, good. Lucien sighed internally, still trying not to make a single sound. A smile came to his face while the woman gave nods and looks to the other occupants of the van. She then turned back to him.
Even though she was only giving a hand signal, the message was very clear.
You. Clean the van.
Fucking FINALLY!
Lucien nodded back, signifying that he understood. Oh, how he had been worrying with the state of the van's interior. There was even a few cans of soda near the driver's seat. At least, he hoped it was soda.
She held up three fingers, and stilled for a second until everyone's eyes were on her. Wow, she had excellent cuticles. Especially for someone who-
One finger dropped. Oh, it was a countdown.
The next finger dropped. But why did they want the van clean while there was obvious threats outside?
She dropped her last finger.
Everything after this happens very, very fast. The van door opens, and not even fully before the woman jumps out and kills all three of them. Flat out kills them! Lucien paled, fumbling immediately for his first-aid/emergency cleaning kit, and it even took him a few more seconds before realizing that MAYBE, just MAYBE he read the woman's signal wrong.
Two of the others had jumped out of the van and were waving at him to follow. Ok, I know what that means. He jumped out and followed, running to keep up with the others, while the van screeched into reverse and took into the narrow streets.
The last thing Lucien wanted to do was to get lost in here.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 22, 2012 0:46:43 GMT -8
Completely unaware of Lucien's internal dialogue, Delilah trailed after her group, briefly glancing over her shoulder at the peel of tires that resonated through the otherwise quiet streets. She grimaced. If it were up to her, she would be going toe to toe with that lot faster than they would be able to respond, rather than letting someone else take the heat for it. Delilah faced the front, a determined set to her jaw.
"Lilah? Boys? You guys hear me? Ok, I got a birds eye view on you guys. Start making you're way down the street. The way is clear, but don't dawdle."
"Copy."
"ROGER." Talon, who was leading the group, huffed.
Nick, who was running alongside Lucien, would remain silent, keeping an eye on the incredibly skinny young man that he was still a little suspicious about.
After about a minute of running, they saw a divergence in the road that branched three ways.
"Uh, Sir...fork in road. Which way...?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 25, 2012 22:33:22 GMT -8
As Marcus ran across the rooftop, he pulled at the Zipper on his jacket that sat just on his left upper arm and pulled a slip of paper from the pocket there. Unfolding the slip of paper would reveal not a map, but a list of symbolic phrases designed to jar his memory. To anyone but Marcus, the phrases were meaningless.
"Uh, Sir...fork in road. Which way...?"
"Left for three blocks, then hold. Careful by the alley entrances, I got eyes on a patrol lounging in the back streets."
He would say in a low hiss, careful not to make too loud a noise.
Good thing Barker went for quantity, not quality it seemed.
The reason he instructed Mouth to stay put was sitting on a lawnchair atop of a Laundromat infront of a giant billboard, a pair of Binoculars in his hands.
Setting his jaw, Marcus took off, his shoes making muted pitter pat sounds as he tore across the rooftops, Leaping to a Powerline pole and kicking off of it to cling to the next building. Marcus would eventualy manouver himself behind the billboard, climb the metal gantry, tackling the man in a blur of motion off of the walkway and back into the shadows were he would cover his mouth in a vicelike grip with one hand, while grabbing onto the arm holding the binoculars with the other.
Twisting sharply, Marcus would break the mans arm at the elbow, twist the limb to expose a fragment of bone sticking up from the lower arm and immediatly jab the fragment up into the mans throat. His hands would grow hot and sticky as the mans lifeblood rushed out of the horrid gash he had just made.
"Sorry bub."
He would whisper.
"It's just business."
A grim business where one kills a man by cutting his throat with his own broken arm. Without some sort of blade, He was going to have to get creative when he needed to silence someone quickly and permenantly. He couldn't afford to let anyone know they were in here.
Wiping his hands as best as he could, He went back to surveying the area. Once Mouth, Del and the rest got into position, he would radio the next set of coordinants.
"Ok guys, Head up Cherry ave until you hit Bixby, Go west. Then go along Bixby road until you hit Walnut Ave. You'll see me there. We'll cut through the rest of the Suburban district and make our way to Sommerset Park. Might be able to find a new set of wheels there."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 26, 2012 0:04:04 GMT -8
"Left for three blocks, then hold. Careful by the alley entrances, I got eyes on a patrol lounging in the back streets."
"Roger," Talon, AKA 'Mouth' replied. He would lead the group up the street, hazel eyes swiveling from side to side, his wide body tense with concentration as they made their way through the streets, communicating what was up ahead with hand signals to Nick.
And though the others didn't see it, Delilah (with her night vision earring from Shadow dangling from her ear) was able to see as clear as day while Marcus ran along the rooftop ahead of them, tackling a man she hadn't yet spotted off a chair in front of the billboard and ridding the world of him. Her lips formed a grim line. Gruesome, but necessary. If Barker spotters caught wind of where they were, they would be swarmed in seconds.
As a Qi user and a high ranking officer in the Crows, she was very much on the wanted list. That was how she got the earring in the first place, actually.
Talon raised a clenched fist, indicating 'stop'. Nick would reach out his hand to lightly touch Lucien on the arm to get him to stop as well, and Delilah would quietly stop behind them, waiting for a signal or something from Marcus.
"Ok guys, Head up Cherry ave until you hit Bixby, Go west. Then go along Bixby road until you hit Walnut Ave. You'll see me there. We'll cut through the rest of the Suburban district and make our way to Sommerset Park. Might be able to find a new set of wheels there."
"Cherry ave., roger," Delilah would reply, Talon being a bit winded from leading the pack. Without a word, he and Nick would switch places, the larger man handing his ear set off to the skinnier. They set off again, Delilah moving up slightly to jog on the other side of Lucien, eyes narrowed slightly at him, eyes that could see eerily clearly in the dark.
"You're not from around here, are you?" she said, her voice dropped to a whisper.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 26, 2012 0:13:24 GMT -8
Lucien followed closely, careful not to fall behind the group of kidnappers that apparently saved his life. After a big of mumbling into earpieces, the group rearranged itself. Lucien found himself beside the girl, again. He didn't mind. In fact, I think we might end up as friends. It was a comforting thought. Not many could put up with his quirkiness and-
Oh, my, this was a lot of running. Where was his water?
"You're not from around here, are you?"
After taking a long drink in mid-stride, trying desperately not to choke, he answered.
"No, not really. I'm from..." He trailed off. Something told him she didn't want his life story right at this very second.
"It doesn't matter. I'm here now, and I'm actually having a bit of fun." He smiled as he turned another corner, following the pack.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 28, 2012 16:24:36 GMT -8
"No, not really. I'm from..."
"It doesn't matter. I'm here now, and I'm actually having a bit of fun."
Delilah grinned wolfishly at that. 'Fun', he says. ...She could agree with that. But not in the conventional sense of course: little was truly fun about killing and running for your lives. But that also held within it a certain rush of adrenaline that was impossible to attain anywhere else. Fighting to merely exist. What could make you love life more?
Still she had to ask: "What kind of fun would that be?" she asked with an eyebrow raise. Beside them, Talon snickered. She threw a look at him and he quieted instantly.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 28, 2012 16:43:40 GMT -8
{OOC: Sorry Gems, short post is short.}
"What kind of fun would that be?" The girl looked quizzically at him.
Lucien thought for a moment before responding. "Well.. I've never run for my life before. So, it's a new experience." He paused before adding "I've never been kidnapped before, either.."
It was true, Lucien found a bit of excitement in these new experiences. Of course, the situation was less than ideal, but Lucien was there. Experiencing it all. And that was fun.
"Sorry, I don't think I got your name."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 28, 2012 17:18:45 GMT -8
She emitted a brief snort of laughter at the kidnapping joke. In reality they had rescued him, but now that she thought about it, no, pretty much they had just snatched him off the street. Poor confused skinny man. Hopefully once they were out of danger everything would be a little more clear.
The group rounded a corner as they headed up Bixby Road headed West. They weren't too far off now.
"Sorry, I don't think I got your name."
Delilah looked over at Lucien again. Talon looked at him incredulously.
"Shit, you mean you don't know who she is?"
"Talon, hush. He's obviously not from here. He likely has no idea who any of us are."
And as she referred to 'us' she meant the collective rebellion against Barker: the Dragons, the Gods, the Crows...he probably had no clue which territories were which. That may explain why he was walking through Barker territory without so much as a worry to his name. Or so it appeared anyway.
"Alright. So we know what brought you here. Why the school?" she asked, honestly curious. And she wasn't answering his question about her name just yet...
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 28, 2012 23:21:29 GMT -8
"Shit, you mean you don't know who she is?"
"Talon, hush. He's obviously not from here. He likely has no idea who any of us are."
Lucien pondered this for a second. Was he supposed to know who they were? He felt uninformed, and kind of embarrassed. Well, this was Southern California. Could they have been movie stars? Lucien mused. Maybe he should have done a little more research. But, that was the whole idea of coming to that wrecked school, wasn't it?
Instead of answering his question, the girl asked another question. He noticed a pattern here.
"Alright. So we know what brought you here. Why the school?"
He didn't mind answering this one. "Honestly, I heard a rumour about that school, that it might have been connected to Mr. Barker, and I went to investigate. I had no idea it was a war zone."
Though that's not to say he wasn't prepared for a battle.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 29, 2012 17:35:55 GMT -8
"Honestly, I heard a rumour about that school, that it might have been connected to Mr. Barker, and I went to investigate. I had no idea it was a war zone."
"Hmmmm..." she pursed her lips, considering. He mentioned something similar earlier, about finding out 'why Barker killed his parents' or something to that effect. That was the whole reason he was here? To find out why?
She was reasonably certain the young man wouldn't like the answer when he found it, if he believed those words at all. She emitted a soft sigh and lifted her hand to her ear, touching the blue-tooth device. "First Black requesting the presence of Zero Winters at safe house location A2. We have an unknown refugee. Please relay with medium priority, over."
"Roger, Ma'am, we'll let him know. Over."
"Thank you, over and out."
She looked back at Lucien, looking grim. "We're taking you to a safe house. We'll be lying low there until the search for us dies down. I imagine they found what's left of that patrol by now."
Up ahead, they saw the end of the block where Bixby crossed with Walnut. Nick held up a clenched fist and Delilah and Talon slowed to a walk, listening intently for Marcus or any signs of trouble.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 30, 2012 12:08:59 GMT -8
The woman was silent for a moment, before mumbling something in her earpiece. It sounded like she said "Winters", though Lucien wasn't sure. When she turned back to him, she looked.. almost apologetic.
"We're taking you to a safe house. We'll be lying low there until the search for us dies down. I imagine they found what's left of that patrol by now."
Lucien nodded, obviously they couldn't be out in the open. Apart from everything else here that was apparently going on, he was now an accessory to murder. And yet, somehow, Lucien looked past all of that and saw that this group of strange people as more like freedom fighters than criminal thugs.
But, Lucien rarely judged that quickly.
Shortly after that, one of the others, the one who kept glancing over at him with a weird look, held up his hand, and everyone else slowed to a walk. Lucien followed suit, trying not to breathe too loudly. They looked like they were waiting for something.
Or someone.
{ooc: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN}
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 1, 2012 2:38:11 GMT -8
Marcus would be waiting by a broken streetlight as Delilah and her team approached with the new guy in tow, arms crossed and back leaning against the bent metal pole. Wrapped up in the darkness, Marcus smirked directly at Delilah and gave a wave knowing full well she would be the only one able to see him.
Hell, the only reason Marcus himself was able to spot them was because of the kid. Not for naught was Tengu squad the elite covert ops team in the Crows. A Thought that pricked his pride in his own Wolfpack and made the corners of his mouth twitch. Well, they were relatively new, so of course his team had a ways to go before they could be considered anything more than just another attack unit.
'Oh but that'll change soon enough.'
Marcus thought as his comms chimed, signaling to him that Bucket had managed to make it past the final checkpoint unharmed.
"Remind me never to play hide and go seek with you guys."
Marcus whispered as he approached them.
"Something tells me I'll always lose."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 3, 2012 17:11:38 GMT -8
Delilah's keen eyes indeed were the only one's able to see Marcus in the pitch black that surrounded them, thanks to the little tacky earring dangling from her ear. She tapped a hand on Nick's shoulder and they switched places, allowing Delilah to take the lead as a shadow walked towards them. Lucien might have seen the shadows shift ever so slightly, but with Delilah in the lead, he may also notice that she was relaxed, more so than a few minutes earlier at any rate.
"Remind me never to play hide and go seek with you guys. Something tells me I'll always lose."
Talon and Nick started at Marcus' whispered voice, still abrupt in the dead quiet of the street they were in. They exchanged a brief glance, thinking privately that the feeling was mutual.
Delilah would just smirk in response, punching Marcus affectionately on the arm as they came up to eachother. "And you're the last person I'd want to meet in a dark alley," She whispered back. She gestured to the path ahead of them. "Lead on. I called for Zero Winters. He may or may not stop by." She looked back at Lucien, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe he can answer some of your pesky questions."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 3, 2012 18:28:43 GMT -8
{OOC: So, I'm pesky now, eh?}
"Remind me never to play hide and go seek with you guys. Something tells me I'll always lose."
Lucien jumped visibly as he heard the new voice. The girl had taken the lead, to meet the newcomer, Lucien assumed. She was talking to him now, but Lucien couldn't hear everything she was saying.
"...Last person... Dark alley... Lead on... Zero Winters..."
Of course, Lucien had no idea what was going on, so he thought best not to question anything at all. Even though this was the second mention of a man named 'Winters'.
She turned slightly to look at him now, and through the darkness, her eyes shone in an eerie way that slightly unnerved Lucien.
"Maybe he can answer some of your pesky questions."
Aw.. Thought Lucien, I'm getting annoying with my questions. I better stop. I really don't want these people to get angry at me and possibly kill me.
Wanting to introduce himself, he would walk up slightly, the light slowly illuminating the shadows of the alley, and presenting the newcomer in slight silhouette. Wow. He was big. On second thought, maybe it was best not to say anything right now.. He stretched his hand out silently, hoping the large man didn't 'leave him hanging'. Colloquially and literally.
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