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Post by Jack on Dec 24, 2012 3:43:01 GMT -8
Jack was sitting on this balcony enjoying a fruit tart, cup of black coffee and a cigarette in the summer warmth of the morning. He stared down onto the road below from his penthouse floors above and sighed as he enjoyed the rare moment of peace in his crazy life.
A few minutes later Jack received a call, picking it up he answered. "Hello?" a person could be heard breathing on the other side "Just listen to me" he went to take a sip of coffee "Don't drink anymore of that" Jack placed his cup down and spoke up "You're watching me! Where are you?" the voice spoke quickly and harshly "There's no time for that, they're coming for you" Jack stopped speaking standing up "You don't have much time, get out of there now." Jack cursed as he looked over the rails as a tactical swat like team was storming through the entrance of his building.
He spun around and ran for his room, taking his emergency kit and his blade he made for his door. Jack sprinted straight for the emergency stairs passing a fire alarm on the way he smashed it and the siren began to blare. People hurried out of their apartments and made for the emergency stairs, the elevator stopped working, opening it's door on the closest floor. The team of four got out of the elevator "We'll use the stairs!"
As he jumped another flight of stairs Jack saw the emergency door begin to open the tip of a black gun was protruding form the gap in the door. Jack launched himself toward it crushing the man's arm. Opening the door up he pulled the man through and over the rails. Closing the door he bared it with the gun the man dropped and continued running down the stair case. He could hear the men try and slam through the door, it wouldn't hold for long. As he broke into the lobby a man told him to halt he was another swat member. "Holy shit it's him! STOP!" Jack slid under him his blade cleaving the man's foot off. Standing over him Jack gripped his blade in two hands and brought it down onto his skull, killing him. Jack was shot in the leg by a dart and reacted by throwing himself at the man who shot him, and stabbed him to death. Another dart hit him in the ribs and he again killed the other. It didn't take long to kill everyone of them in the lobby, but he had taken multiple darts to the body and was now drugged out of his mind.
The team which had been sent to apprehend him caught up to him and tackled him to the ground, too drugged to try and resist, he was hauled into a truck and he blacked out. "He's lucky we were ordered to take him alive or not at all. The bastard killed my partner!" Jack gave off a drugged out laugh he was met with a sharp blow to the face and the taste of blood in his mouth.
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 6, 2013 23:58:54 GMT -8
It had been a long time. Phoenix rested his forehead against the cool tinted glass and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he'd last seen him. Memories rushed unbidden to the surface - fights, arguments, plans, classes, training – Jack was the first and only friend he had made. Opening his eyes and gazing down at the faint outline of people bustling about their lives many floors below. They have no idea. Glancing instead towards the dossier of information spread upon a nearby coffee table, Phoenix knew that he didn't have much of an idea either. The dossier was the reason Phoenix had left San Diego and made haste to Long Beach. Similar collections of documents had made their way to Jack anonymously over the years containing information that Phoenix had thought useful for his former classmate. Formidable intellect, a few rumours and some luck had provided him with this particular collection of knowledge that suggested something was going to be happening soon, very soon, at Long Beach.
Removing his forehead from the glass, Phoenix made his way around the coffee table and sunk into a large black couch that faced the window. Raising a pair of binoculars from the table to his eyes, it was only too easy to make out Jack, sitting on his balcony enjoying the warmth of the sun. They had separated as friends a few years ago. Jack, having unearthed a lead on his old mentor Leon, left San Deigo whilst Phoenix elected to stay behind and enjoy the 'education' provided at #774. Jack's moods and relationships were often prone to violent changes and after such a long time, observation, Phoenix had summarised, was the smartest option.
A black SWAT van sped round the far corner of the street. Jack's knack for being in the midst of trouble was one of the qualities that Phoenix found most useful, trouble was often much more interesting than the usual lack thereof. It seemed that this quality was still present. Weighing up his choices, the advantages and disadvantages of each, Phoenix knew that in whatever events were going to transpire, having Jack as an ally would prove to be beneficial. Despite the temptation to ignore the situation and see how Jack fared on his own, Phoenix made up his mind and reached for the phone.
“Just listen to me.”
Phoenix pressed his ear into his shoulder, holding the phone their, as he reached for his binoculars again. Peering through, he saw Jack raising his cup in order to take another sip of coffee, displaying his usual, virtually subconscious, lack of regard for orders.
“Don't drink anymore of that.”
Phoenix enjoyed Jack's confusion, both through the emotion in his voice and through the change in expression that was plastered across his face. His reply was ignored, Jack was pressed for time; even if he didn't know it yet.
“There's no time for that. They're coming for you. Get out of there now!”
Hanging up, Phoenix could see Jack stand up and look over the rails as the SWAT team began to race through the entrance of his building. The harsh cry of a fire alarm crashed through the air. There was no point in trying to follow Jack's progress through the building, there were too many routes for Jack to choose and not enough windows to glean his change in position. Instead, Phoenix fastened his view point to the entrance of the building, waiting to see how Jack emerged, if at all. He didn't have to wait long.
Bursting out of the building with all the grace of a three-legged rhinoceros, Jack's clothes were slick with crimson blood but they were also punctured at various points with multiple darts. A team of uniform clad men quickly caught up with the drugged Jack and began trying to drag him the short distance to their van. Swearing to himself, Phoenix gathered the few things that he had brought with him and raced down stairs to a rented Nissan 370z. Flooring the accelerator, the car sped out of the underground garage and onto the main road just as the van rounded the corner.
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Post by Jack on Jan 7, 2013 1:16:20 GMT -8
First they beat him as he tried to get to his feet, "Hurry up and load him into the truck already the boss is waiting!" the captain growled, Jack's eyes were beginning to swell. When the beatings didn't work they used tasers.
Eventually Jack submitted and was being dragged toward the van, as they approached it Jack broke free of his binds and rushed one of the members, the smallest one. Using the skills he gained from playing American Football he pushed the man back like a lineman. Right into the path of an oncoming truck, a wet sound erupted and blood splattered all over him. Jack got a euphoric thrill as the blood showed down on him, a few droplets found their way into his mouth, it tasted sweet.
He was on the floor with a gun pressed against his head, "Fuck this I'm killing the bastard!" the captain looked shocked as was the two remaining SWAT members. "No! Our orders are alive or not at all!" the man laughed "kill me then!" he was about to pull a trigger before a man in a black suit, black tie with a white shirt and black sun glasses stopped him by pressing his gun against the SWAT member's temple. "That can be arranged" the man said with a smirk before he pulled the trigger. There were three of them.
"Captain I believe you have a truck to catch." The captain nodded and went to pick up Jack but was stopped "On no, please let me help you!" With a grunt the man picked Jack up with one hand and tossed him into the van as if he were a rag doll weighing no more than a kilo. Jack slammed into the metal truck's interior so hard he dented it, biting his lip as he hit the wall.
First he started to burn up, it was as if he were being stabbed form the inside. Little did his know that this was only the first stage of the virus which had affected him for so long. He coughed again and again, almost chocking. The captain swore "Someone hold him still, I was told this might happen. He's having an allergic reaction to the drugs" He opened a small black carrier case and pulled out a large syringe. As he was being restrained by two men the captain stabbed the needle into his neck and injected him with the thick black fluid.
He started having fits right away, throwing the men off of him in a new burst of strength. At first they were scared but they they simply just laughed. That was before they heard a very large bang as a gas pipeline near by exploded. The car lost traction and slammed into a poll. Killing everyone except Jack who survived only barely, his strong seasoned body protecting the vital organs.
OOC: The agents are working for an unknown organization but they like the agents working for barker have all gone through body, mental modification and augmentation.
STR: 400 DEX: 200 CON:300 WIS:200 INT: 50 CHA: 50
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 7, 2013 18:59:38 GMT -8
The black car started instantly. Phoenix slammed his foot down onto the accelerator and spun the wheel hard to the left. The deep rumble of the engine ricocheting around the small, enclosed space grated against the high pitched squealing of the tires spinning desperately to gain traction. The strange symphony, cacophonic and harmonious, abruptly ended as Phoenix shot out from the underground garage and onto the main road. A trail of violence and destruction had been left behind by Jack; the road was slick with blood, a mangled body lay splattered on the street, a SWAT officer bleeding through a gunshot wound to the head, and, amongst all the chaos, a man in a black suit looking calm and relaxed.
Absorbing what he could as he sped past towards the corner, several things became apparent to Phoenix. Firstly, Jack would not have killed a SWAT officer with a gun, someone else must be responsible. Friendly fire seemed an unlikely option as Phoenix knew that camaraderie was a quality heavily present in the SWAT outfit. Secondly, the man in the black suit was suspicious, in the midst of all the disarray such a calm demeanour betrayed a premeditated acceptance of what was occurring, so he must be related to these events somehow. Thirdly, ther... The trail of thought was cut off as the sound of a struggle erupted from Phoenix's right, glancing towards the phone, Phoenix realised that neither he nor Jack had hung up their earlier conversation. Grunts of animal exertion, bones on metal followed by laughter – things didn't seem to be in Jack's favour.
Another sound met Phoenix's ears, louder than the one's being emitted from his phone... a low whistling that crept into audible range, slowly gathering volume and pitch until it was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. An explosion suddenly ripped through the road behind the car, pelting the 370z with bitumen and shaking Phoenix around his seat. It became clear to Phoenix that this was what the dossier he possessed had been referring to, urging the car to go even faster in order to catch up to Jack before the situation escalated anymore, he pressed his foot even harder to the floor of the car.
Before the car had moved any further, multiple explosions resonated through the city, the sound alone shook the foundations of buildings to their core, leveling some of them to the ground. The resulting shock wave picked up and tossed the car like a toy. Phoenix's vision blurred, vague shapes floated passed him and colours meshed together. A sickening crash of metal on concrete brought this to a sudden halt as the car slammed into a nearby apartment block. More and more blasts ruptured around him, freeing the car from the building and dropping it several floors down to the ground. Inside the destroyed vehicle, Phoenix tried to cling to consciousness but slowly faded into darkness, at the mercy of several fractured ribs and a severe concussion.
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Post by Jack on Jan 7, 2013 21:06:18 GMT -8
Sirens? he thought as his eyes finally opened, his world tipped upside down. The smell of fumes in the air made his head spin. Fresh blood was sprayed all over the interior of the holding area where he was in. The three SWAT members motionless one was impaled on something his blood dripping all over the floor, the other two dead, no. One was still alive. Jack could see his chest moving up and down in labored breaths. A few seconds later he could finally hear him. Jack crawled over to him, his body broken and in pain.
As soon as Jack's hands touched the captain his eyes opened and looked at him. "hh..." he said wheezing, giving away the fact that he had a punctured lung "Hhhh...elp" he said at last. "m...m...m...me" Jack smiled, as he crawled his way on top of the man and began to smother him. Leaning in he whispered into the man's ear. "Now... you die". He tried to resist him but was unable to. Eventually the man stopped shaking as he ran out of oxygen.
He eventually found a knife and cut his bound wrists. Slowly he crawled out of the van and fell onto the hard ground, the world around him was on fire. People were running all over the place. He crawled to the side of the road and lay there, passing in and out of consciousnesses. His acute hearing picking up all the sounds around him, the crunching of glass under a foot as a large individual came closer and closer.
One of the agents approached him, easily pushing a crashed car out of the way as he walked up to Jack and picked him up as if her were a toddler. "Target apprehended all SWAT members have been killed as planned".
OOC: Changed a few things, firstly it was an exploding gas pipeline and not the barker attacks. I did this so I had more control over the scenario than having to RP within the boundaries of the Barker attack.
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