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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 24, 2019 15:04:32 GMT -8
Violet would sock Locke in the arm again who was now rubbing the spot.
"I jest, Frau. In ze end ve can only recommend you as a Black ops agent. It's your choice."
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Post by Allison Kazim on Nov 24, 2019 15:09:45 GMT -8
Ali nodded, grateful once again for Violet's reaction. On one hand, it opened doors she never considered. In the other hand, she did this in part to raise her family up. She'd be going in anonomysly.
"I'll think on it," she promised nod. Then, after a moment, "What about today's mission?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 6, 2019 20:13:16 GMT -8
Violet would frown... Harder? Locke would adjust in his seat.
"They admit to trading the weapons you encountered. It's not the first time and won't be the last. We can report it and the destruction of the weapons... However, it is up to the senate to decide on what to do with the rogue experiments. President Asiv will likely meet with the speakers of each house secretly to discuss it, and then either send another Black Ops unit... Or Special Forces..."
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 6, 2019 20:34:58 GMT -8
Almost like a mirror, Ali also frowned harder. She definitely noticed Lock's gesture, the first time he hadn't been completely laid back other than expressing her disappointment since she'd met him. She glanced at the other woman, but fixed her gaze on Locke, unblinking.
"And the different results between the two units?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 6, 2019 21:03:11 GMT -8
Locke looks at Ali, though for once he isn't grinning or smiling.
"Ze Black Ops vill mean zey get to live. Ze Special Forces vill aim to wipe zem out."
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 6, 2019 21:08:20 GMT -8
She was silent for several seconds.
"Is there any way to help sway that choice?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 6, 2019 21:46:31 GMT -8
Locke would nod.
"Zere is, but you vill not like it."
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 6, 2019 22:13:12 GMT -8
"Of course not; I knew better than to ask that." Ali snorted, but there was no humor in the sound as her lips twisted into a scowl. Things were always messy and unpleasant with politics.
"What is it?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 8, 2019 11:24:06 GMT -8
"You could appeal to ze president. Claim responsibility and zen commit yourself to ze Black Ops to be as close to ze issue as possible."
Locke explains. Violet remains silent for this one.
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 8, 2019 11:31:31 GMT -8
Silence filled the car for several moments as Ali's lips pressed together in a line so tight they seemed ot disappear. The moments turned into minutes before she let out a heavy sigh, unable to deny her worry about the experiments and the fate they could face.
"I came to Cabal to raise my family out of the lower class and find a way to beat the system when I came home. If I went back as life is, there's no guarantee we'd have enough to have food on the table that night. If you think I could speak to President Asiv about at least elevating us to that, I will. But I can't go back home without some form of change." Otherwise she'd be trying to fix the world and leaving her family, and her ambitions, behind. One of those, she could forgive herself for.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 8, 2019 11:51:32 GMT -8
Locke looked at Ali again with a smile this time.
"Jajajaja, Frau... Zis I believe you could demand as a minimum. Black Ops are voluntary vithout certain circumstances. Zey take care of you and your family. Even Violet here, her husband and child are checked in on daily to make sure even vhere she is from zat zey are vell taken care of."
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 8, 2019 12:12:20 GMT -8
The tension in her shoulders eased at the assurance as Ali strengthener, her epression returning to normal as she glanced at Violet, who was still silent. She wondered if that was the reason; to ensure her family was safe and well cared for. Or if it was part of the village's circumstance of obliteration if they were used as weapons to those around them.
"Then I'll talk to him."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 8, 2019 12:24:49 GMT -8
"Zen you should accompany us to make our report."
Locke would say waving a hand to the side and Violet would nod. Passing onto Cabal territory they would make their way to the President's estate.
Near the beach the large building was surrounded by it's own metal gating and obvious military guards. Passing through security with code phrases they went right inside. They would travel through the building without so much as a second glance. Making it to a conference room they would wait.
"We generally don't wait that long."
Violet would say. Making it more obvious that for whatever reason she didn't need to hide here.
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Post by Allison Kazim on Dec 8, 2019 12:32:04 GMT -8
Ali looked out the window as Lock waved to the side taking in the scenery of the beach and manor. It was well guarded, much like she expected, and if she heard the code phrases, she would try to remember them to pick them apart later. She doubted they'd be the same for long if just anyone heard them.
She was surprised at how little resistance the had, nothing other than that. No strange glances. The other two seemed comfortable here, especially if they weren't used to waiting long.
"I assume everyone here has a bit of priority if they come in, compared to other meetings."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 10, 2019 14:21:41 GMT -8
Right after Violet nodded to Ali the door would open. Asiv would walk in, his face seemed slack as he seemed to aimlessly wander over to a chair at the conference table, sit down. Reach into his jacket pocket and take out a pack of unmarked cigarettes. He would then seemingly finally acknowledge the presence of the group, take out a cig, prop it in his mouth, lean his head back and promptly SLAM HIS FACE INTO THE TABLE!
There he would stay for an awkwardly silent moment.
"Go ahead then..."
Came the muffled speech of the President to the group. Winters would regail Asiv with the tail of what happened, what was discovered and who was behind what. Territory 1 had traded weapons with some undesirables who were stopped by a Trainee squad with the help of rogue experiments, given the ultimatum as was protocol.
The entire time Asiv remained face down on the table until it was over. Raising it finally he would look them over thinking.
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