Fantasy SoCal: Upland War

[Servant]

Upon arrival to the headquarter's entrance Emil wasn't any better from when he left his apartment. He almost smashed into a trashcan while parking it, but he was lucky enough to just poke it. While he was getting off his car a sudden message made his cellphone vibrate. A message from Madeline. He rolled his eyes as he opened the message. "Meet her at the headquarters? Sure, maybe later." Emil sighed as he proceeded to delete the message and enter the headquarters.


Emil walked through the maze like corridors of the warehouse, until he reached his destiny. The vending machines. After placing the corrects amount of money and pressing the buttons a black can with the words "Black Coffee" ,written in golden letters, fell off the machine. As Emil began to bend over to pick it up he was able to overhear a conversation from some Mythril members nearby. "Hey did you hear about what happened to that assassin? You know, the one that always dressed in black?" The other member just shook his head "No, what happened?" The first member simply chuckled. "Lets just say the hunter got hunted. He was trying to take down a target, but the target took him down. What was the name of the target? Um...Tyson Moller maybe? I don't remember..." After hearing this name Emil almost dropped his can. He had no doubts, they were talking about Tyson Roller. "Wait, if he was killed by Tyson, does that mean he was able to locate him? Maybe he has more information than I do...Welp, he is dead so I might as well search his locker for some of that info." His heart told him to do it now, but his brain told him it was better to not ignore the boss. "...Dammit. Well, the locker won't be moving so I might as well go see what the little princess wants." Emil began to make his way towards her office.


Soon after arriving at the office's door Emil had already drank down half of his coffee. He noticed a male figure standing by the door and sighed when he saw who it was. "Oh great, it's the techno freak." . Emil rested his back against the wall, took out his cellphone and sent Madeline a message that simply said: "I am here. Don't make me wait." After the message was sent Emil drank down the rest of the coffee, and proceede to simply drop the empty can onto the ground.

 

[cojemo]

Gia drove down the road casually, her gun vibrating in the holster tucked under her shirt and in the waistline of her pants. It was common for officers to carry a concealed weapon off duty, but it sure was annoying when riding a scooter. In fact, the only reason she chose a scooter was she felt it was much faster to get off her scooter than exit a car if there was an emergency she needed to respond to, and motorcycles weren't really her style. It helped that it was cheep, but the helmet always annoyed her to a degree, as she didn't like having her field of vision restricted.


As she scooted along, Gia heard a commotion of sorts on the right side of her, but her helmet limited her peripheral vision. Turning her head to see what was happening, she just managed to catch a glimpse of a faint yellow object hitting the car adjacent to her before hitting the back of her scooter, causing her to loose control and tumble to the ground hard.


Her vision dazed and body aching, she quickly glanced around before rolling herself in the direction of the sidewalk to get herself out of traffic. She'd gotten lucky, only getting a handful of cuts and bruises from the impact while remaining relatively unharmed. Of course, that's what she thought until she went to push herself off the ground to stand up, feeling a sharp stinging sensation in her left wrist. It didn't feel broken to her, but it definitely wasn't in good shape.


Managing to get up on one knee while shaking her head free of the dizziness that befell her, she barely managed to see her scooter crunched under a large pickup truck before she heard the sound of gunfire and civilian shrieks. Her attention turned towards the gangsters who had opened fire at a target that was a few feet to her left, citizens vacating their cars to make a dash for cover. Bringing her gaze over to what they were shooting at. Gia's eyes shot open in shock as she recognized Tyson Roller, a freedom fighter who'd obviously been wanted by the police for his involvement in the gang. Now, she knew absolutely nothing about the man, but she didn't need to know what was happening to understand that what was going on was a danger to everyone caught in the middle of it.


Gia's mind quickly flicked over what the proper course of action was, but after watching a couple of fleeing civilians get caught in the crossfire, she immediately deemed the shooters as the threat and that Tyson would need to be dealt with later. Noticing the streets in front of her begin to clear, she swiftly removed her helmet to increase her field of view and made a dash over to the freedom fighter, her hand beginning to glow in a dark red. Gia very rarely used her power, as it had a tendency to cause damage to whatever it came in contact with, but when she felt the situation required lethal force she didn't hesitate to use it.


Her arm extended towards the gangster closest to reaching the other end of the street, launching a powerful bolt of hot red plasma aimed at his arm. The mans forearm was caught in the shot, blowing it clean off and leaving a smoldering stump where it once was. The man screamed, causing the other shooters to shift their fire towards her. Gia did a quick roll as to lower her body size and allow her enough time to recharge and set up a circular red shield of plasma stemming from her right hand that disintegrated the bullets that came in contact with it. There was a chance that she may have been able to eliminate the three gang members, but her main goal was to draw attention away from Tyson and onto her as to avoid unnecessary civilian casualties. Making her way over to Tyson, she crouched down in front of him and waved her left hand downwards, indicating him to do the same. "Stay behind me. As long as I have this up they can't shoot us." Her left hand then lifted up the back of her shirt, cringing as she did so, to reveal the gun holstered there. "You just need to hit one of them, then I can launch this forward to disable the other, though if you can shoot both quickly that'd be grand." Her tone was very stern and collected despite the situation that was currently happening. She was used to this sort of thing by now, and the fact that Tyson was a freedom fighter didn't concern her at the moment.


@Braxnond


(Sorry it took so long)

 

[Brax]

Ty watched as the launched plasma energy connected with one of the gangsters and caused his entire damn arm to be shot off in the process. As a result of watching that entire ordeal go down before his eyes, the freedom fighter would make an appropriate facial expression that showed exactly how he felt about what he had seen:

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This police bitch was no joke! Ty was mortified by the amount of damage that her one attack had inflicted on the man, but when his facial expression returned to a neutral one (immediately upon her looking at him), the young man had tried his best to hide it. Thankful that Gia stepped in, Ty showed his appreciation with a sincere thank you to the woman, even after she began covering him. He hit the ground low when she indicated that he should do so. When asked if there was any way he could cause a distraction, the young man would respond promptly with only a nod and without thought. "Aye."





Looking up at the two gangsters, who had been only a couple of paces away from the two at this point, Ty placed a hand on the officer's shoulder. "Don't need ya gun. Got two 'a my own!" Extending the index and middle fingers belonging to both of his hands, as well as popping his thumbs up, he showed off his hands to the woman. On the surface, it may have seemed like a joke... but he was oh so sincere. If the woman hadn't recognized that he was being completely genuine in his actions, she would recognize pretty quickly. Standing up straight, Tyson would shuffle from the back of the woman to the nearest truck which had only rested a couple of paces away. One of the men maintained holding their gun at the woman and the other broke off to move in the same direction that Ty was moving. Needless to say, traffic was at a stand still.


Getting a good visual of the man through the window which belonged to the driver's side, Ty pressed his fingers against the glass. They were in the shape of a gun, still. A yellow light formed around his hand, grew concentrated at the tips of his fingers and were fired. The sound of multiple sheets of glass took place as the yellow bullet traversed through the vehicle's left and and out the right. Almost as quickly as it had left it's fingers, the yellow aura would shoot through the forehead of the man, splattering his brain matter across the brick wall behind him. Instantaneously, the gangster's knees buckled and his dead body dropped limp to the floor.


In response to hearing what had occurred, the other gangster decided that he couldn't take his eyes off of the female in front of him. So, he kept his gun trained on the woman. There was obviously no way he could win, but he did so anyway. Ty on the other hand, was on the move. Tip-toeing to the dead gangster's body, the young man grabbed the gun off of his person and kept it moving. He was trying to find the best way to get to the back of the gangster who had the police officer at gun-point, as to dispose the rest of the trash. Ty was aware that the other man was worried at this point, because simple knowledge of human psychology had done the honors of spelling it out for him. Despite this, honestly, it seemed like the knowledge had been arrived upon simply due to common sense.


When Ty finally made his rounds to the man in as quiet of a manner as he possibly could, he cockily taunted the male in an audible fashion. "Why are yew so shaky, man?" When the gangster turned slowly to look at his flank, Ty was walking toward him and had cocked the foreign weaponry in his hand prior to firing it off at the man's kneecap. The bullet lodged through the cartilage, causing the man to let out an agonizing yelp before seeing the heel of Ty's foot plow into his jaw with the same force as a Mack truck. Teeth, blood and saliva all escaped this man's orifices as his body twisted and hit the ground, unconscious. Ty cocked his head to the side, watching the man fall with a humored expression. He kept the gun in his hand, the barrel itching at the side of his head.





@cojemo

 

[decomposition]

Madeline kept her eyes on the girl in front of her, fiddling her hair while waiting for answer. Rei could take as long as she wanted to contemplate the plan since it was a lot of cover and the fact that she had just mentioned it was pretty much a suicidal mission, it was a decision to be carefully thought over. With a sigh, the woman leaned back in her chair and folded her arms for a while until a knock was heard against the door; her phone vibrated on the desk as well.. Picking up the device, she unlocked it to read Emil's message and crinkled her nose. Don't make him wait? She was the one waiting for him. Totally disrespectful.


Getting up from her seat, feet led her towards the door and opened it, nodding at Deacon but gave an icy stare at the other. She moved out of the way to let them in her office and closed the door afterwards before directing her voice to Emil first. "Send me a text like that again and I'll make sure you won't have fingers to type up any messages at all, Emil," was said simply as Madeline moved back to desk. Placing her hands on top of the furniture, she raised an eyebrow at all three of them and she explained all of which was said prior their arrival; making sure they all got acquainted with each other as well.


Upon finishing the explanation, the woman pushed herself off of the desk and placed her hands on her hips. "Any questions? Objections? Or do you guys need time to whine and complain?" she asked, settling back down in her seat.

@Cadell Morde


@TheWizard


@Veirrianna Valentine


(this had to be short so Vei can reply as well when she returns)
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[Servant]

Soon after the message was sent the office's door opened. It was Madeline. Her icy stare made Emil chuckle. "Well well well, somebody's a bit moody today." He said while entering the office. Emil was just a second away from sitting down when he heard Madeline's voice talking to him."Send me a text like that again and I'll make sure you won't have fingers to type up any messages at all, Emil," In response he simply fashioned a cocky grin and closed his eyes. "That would be extremely fun to see actually. You, running around with a pair of scissors, trying to cut my fingers, while I am trying to ran away. I might even draw that image and leave it on your desk someday." He reopened his eyes, smile still on his face. "Well then, why did you brought us here?"


Throughout the whole explanation Emil had remained completely silent. Not even once did he raise on objection or complained about any part of it. "This is good." He thought while Madeline was in the middle of the explanation. "This is surprisingly good." He looked momentarily at Madeline before looking back down at the map. "But what's more surprisingly is that SHE was able to come up with it..." Emil shook her head, putting aside his thoughts. "Still, Madeline is the same usurper as before, no matter how many plans she is able to come up with. Plus, she must have gotten help from someone to come up with this plan." He thought while he began to hear the last part of the plan.


After Madeline had finished explaining the whole plan Emil couldn't help himself and ended up bursting in laughter. "Oh my! When did you get so professional?" He leaned slightly forward. "All this talk about revenge and killing just makes me wonder if you are attempting to fill his shoes up." Emil smile widened before he leaned back down. "I do have a few questions, but because I am so kind I will let the others ask theirs first."

 

[The Wizard]

Deacon waited patiently before catching a familiar figure coming down the hall. Though he kept quite it wasn't hard for Deacon to feel annoyed. Like a rap sheet he was able to see everything he knew about this individual. Emil known as Ruptor, son of a wealthy family was the very definition of narcissism. The man was older then Deacon but his attitude was like a spoiled child. Still it would be unwise to tempt or point out this flaw considering the man was always causing trouble to anyone and you didn't want to be at the wrong end of those fists.


Before they could greet though Madeline had opened the door allowing them to enter. Both the young men split off to each side of the room, but Deacon was finally able to see the voice he had heard a moment ago. She was a short woman with grayish white hair, from what he could remember she went by the name of Angel. He didn't know much about her only that the boss used her from time to time and from the rap sheet she did her job well.


For a moment Madeline explained the gathering and her goal. Showing the map and detailed route as well as the risks involved. Normally this would be a mission for individuals more set in combat and vandalism so why bring a hacker? Course Deacon wanted to ask but from the blueprints he could already tell if they planned to go for the station even with the route security and cameras would be an issue a talent he found easy to distract. He never really questioned Madeline especially since she spared him from her former lover's wrath. If it had been up to him Deacon would be another statistic. Emil however seemed eager and entertained by the idea almost to the point of claiming it as his own. His smug response and his remark only proved to Deacon his previous assumption of the man simply shaking his head in disbelief.


When she had finished speaking and Emil had finished his taunting off the boss Deacon looked over the maps and blueprints. "If what you say is correct boss I feel our trouble will be here and here." as he pointed to two sections where she had described before. He agreed the rebellious exit being in the open left them vulnerable but the secondary line near the escape route was also a risk. Even if he could disable the security and cameras the fact the cells where directly near the processing office left them open to being spotted. "Either way you look at it if we do this then the tunnel will need to be discontinued, sure you want to lose such a vital route boss for some fools who got caught?" as he returned to his corner awaiting her and the others decision. Regardless of the risk if this was what she wanted he was going to do what he could to get this to go off without a hitch.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Rising from her seat, Rei dropped the magazine from her rifle, made sure it was clean and ready, then made a show of spinning the rifle, slamming the magazine home, and pulling the charging handle, a smirk set on her face.


"I only have one thing to say. I die because one of you does summat stupid, then the kids in my bloc get left lone for good, and they get enough to live off of each month. 'Sides, I don't think you'd like to see my ghost charging down the halls after you if I find out otherwise."


As she checked to make sure all her other supplies, extra magazines and the like, were safe and secure, she cinched her belt a notch tighter and walked to the door. Looking over her shoulder, she held up a hand, palm open.


"Hand me a radio, wait til I make it to their roof. I'll call, and let the assault begin, that way I'll be able to provide cover support when you lot try to take your leave."

 

[decomposition]

Green hues fill onto Emil briefly as he spoke his own opinions on the matter. Obviously, Madeline had dismissed the little joke he had made while explain the situation to all three of them but when he had started to laugh and question her professionalism; it pinched a good couple of nerves. Besides her love for being under drugs influences, the devotion she had for Mythril was vast and as much as it seemed like she didn't care much for the gang, she would do anything in her power to make sure they still stood tall. When Emil had mentioned her trying to fill 'his shoes', it was clear he was referring to Francis. She could never take the place of her former leader and ex boyfriend nor was she planning to. However, spending all those years by his side, she was able to get the gist of leadership and tactical prowess. That didn't change the fact that she would never receive the respect like Francis did and even though it made her a little sad - she was ultimately fine with that.


She blinked, averting to eyes to Deacon when he started to point out area that would be trouble. Crossing through Freedom Fighter territory was going to be tough, especially if Skylar was there and receive intel about a new addition to their little team, Isam. When she was asked a question, fingers ran through her hair as she thought around for a response. "If we play our cards right and try to remain unseen, we won't be losin' this route," she said, settling back in her chair. "Those police bastards are plucking our men like we're nothing, like we're weak. If they keep doing this shit to the point where there's no one left 'round here, including me, you can kiss Mythril goodbye," a pause and a licked of her lips.


"Not only do I want to recuse those fools that got caught but I want to send a message to the Police, remind them that we run shit 'round here and to stop fuckin' with us. Blow there department up to Kingdom Come. It's the least that I can do for Francis," Madeline narrowed her eyes at Deacon. "Is that too much to ask?" A hand was brought up to pinch the bridge of her nose just as Rei rose from her seat, finally giving her two cents. Guess all she could do was agree with leaving the kids on her block alone if she wanted to remain on the mercenary's good side but making sure they had enough to live off each month? That was to be considered. When she asked for a radio, Madeline raised an eyebrow and removed her hand from her face, swiveling the chair towards the girl's direction.


"You're going a head alone?" she had asked and shrugged. "It'll take us a few hours to get ready and a few more to actually make it there with the tunnel."

@Cadell Morde


@TheWizard


@Veirrianna Valentine
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[Servant]

While still sitting down Emil looked back at Rei. "Well you seem a bit overexcited for this mission, don't you? Even if I would LOVE leaving you two behind this is a dangerous mission and sticking with you would make my chances of surviving this even higher so I guess going solo isn't an option." He momentarily looked at Deacon before he turned towards the map once again. "Take a good look at your team Emil, they might be the last people you see in your entire life....Hooray." He sighed "I need some coffee if I am going to even try dealing with them..."


Emil assumed that everyone was thinking of the mission, but he his mind was elsewhere, thinking of a completely different subject. What was inside the locker. "This may be a shot in the dark, but I will take it. If my assumptions are right the assassin may have something that will take me a step closer to Roller. But then again it may not..." Emil chuckled with melancholy as he looked down at his hands and closed them to form a fist. "Oh Roller, you slippery parasite, I will eventually find you..." He whispered to himself.


After looking back up Emil proceeded to stand up from the chair, knocking it backwards. "I don't mind leaving right now. I would prefer it if we used my car, it's fast enough to get us out of there and maybe even outrun the cops. But before leaving I have a question that needs an answer right now." He took a step closer and sat on Madeline's desk. "You see princess, you are sending us in a pretty dangerous mission here so I was hoping we weren't to run low in cash after we accomplish it. Telling us the exact amount might even be a motiviation to accomplish it even quicker." He glanced at the others. "Wouldn't you people agree?"

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Rei shrugged as she noticed Madeline's surprised expression at her demands, but wasn't worried about it. That was only to be done if she died, but she had no plans on dying.


"Yes, I'll go out alone first. I can slip by and easily go rooftop to rooftop. Once I'm set, with a cheepo little dollar store radio to call you with, I can tell you three to head in. With the military grade suppressor I have on my rifle, I can pick them off either as you fight in, or fight out, whichever route you choose to follow. Then, when you all toddle off, I can go roof hopping off the other way, then make the long trip around."


Confident with her plan, Rei awaited her signal to go.

 

[The Wizard]

Deacon acknowledged her answer and simply accepted it as the mission at hand. Though he had a slight headache noting how eager Emil was and distracted in his own thoughts. The man was ready to rush head long in without the slightest idea of patrol or the current individual inside. Guess for someone who relied on strength and wealth it wasn't surprising. That was answered shortly after as Emil demanded payment for the deed.


If that wasn't enough the lady of fortune that was part of this setup seemed eager as well but more to seeking a solo perch method rather then a group method. Surely she recalled that a majority of this would be in a tunnel where your average scope and bullets would be blocked by layers of soil, concrete and asphalt. Still the thought of someone keeping an eagle eye near the resistance was more comforting though how she would accomplish to do it was all to her.


Deacon simply took a deep breath before finally speaking. "One for the gallows the other for the coin purse. Seems maybe the police where not lucky in capture if this is what you think of." as he picked up his cell phone before moving his hands over the screen. A small shock as the screen started to scroll fast and randomly with numbers, pictures, and sound before finally stopping with a formed list. He handed it to Madeline "Since the two seem eager to jump at this head first I can't promise to have all the information like we usually do boss." as the screen started to scroll of photos and bio about each active police currently scheduled for the shift.


It then showed a photo copy of the map Madeline provided with detailed overlay of the city's blueprints on the police headquarters. "I should be able to place a bug on the station for a momentary black out, roughly two to five minutes but afterwards we'll have every cop on patrol rushing back to the station like children to an ice cream truck" as the phone stopped on the commissioners photo and highest threats. There was no promise they would not be in the station but what little was gathered from registered information to Mythril's on intel it was the best he could do. Looking to Emil all Deacon could do was give off his fake smile "I hope you don't mind a few dents or holes in your ride." as he returned to his corner awaiting for the boss's word.

 

[cojemo]

Gia rolled her eyes internally upon hearing the wanted Freedom Fighter confidently decline her weapon in favor of his own hands. Great, another overconfident, self inflated thug. This guy seemed like an idiot to her, but his reputation obviously meant something, so she just hoped he was as good as he was confident. He'd need to have some sort of skill to survive with a reputation like his. Besides, she definitely preferred keeping her gun on her, as it was very special since it was the only thing she had left of her fathers.


As Tyson scurried away from her and brought the attention of the other shooter, Gia remained stationary with her plasma field upwards looking straight at the man in front of her. All she would need to do was wait for Tyson to shout out when and she'd easily take out the man in front of her. She could tell the gangster was frightened by the look on his face, as he should have been considering his buddy had his hand blown off only seconds ago by the person who was currently in front of him. Gia wasn't usually as violent and destructive as she had been, always preferring to take criminals relatively unharmed, but when she did use her power it was common for the opposition to be scared out of their mind.


Hearing the shattering of glass, Gia gave a slight smirk towards the gangster in front of her, knowing that since gunfire wasn't heard it was likely his friend who had been taken out. Let's just hope that he decided to go the non lethal route. She mentally thought, though she wasn't too optimistic about the idea of finding him alive. A few moments later the man in front of her was taken out violently by shots to his knee and a gruesome kick to the jaw. Lowering her shield of red hot plasma, Gia stood back up and slowly walked over to the mess.


"Geez, couldn't help but deal with things yourself, could you?" Gia spoke to Tyson as she looked down at the mangled mess of a man at her feet. It seemed he was alive, but the knees and decimation of his facial region seemed highly unnecessary. Of course, one could argue that the removal of a mans hand was also unnecessary, but she considered that necessary force while this was just going overboard. Working with criminals wasn't really something she liked all that much, but it seemed like the best idea at the time. And besides, was Tyson really a criminal? Technically under the law he and the rest of the Freedom Fighters were nothing more than terrorists, but Gia always had a hard time defining the group. Their intentions seemed pure and a lot of the time their actions were better justified than the police force she worked with. Either way, it was her job to arrest people like him, and she wasn't one to go against the law.


Reaching towards her holstered gun, she hesitated. Knowing the way the police worked there would be cops over where she was in a matter of minutes dues to the flood of calls likely assaulting the station, and she wasn't one to waste time on trivial and unnecessary talk. "Hey, you're Tyson Roller, member of the Freedom Fighters, correct?" Gia spoke, hand on the holster under her shirt. Her face had a hint of uncertainty to it, as did her tone as she removed her gun from concealment and brought it up to point it towards the man. "I'm Gia Snow, member of the Upland Police Department, and I'm hereby placing you-" She paused. Was arresting this guy really the right thing to do? He'd caused the havoc that transpired moment ago, but maybe he did more good than harm? Tyson did help her take out the shooters, so he obviously wasn't completely bad. Gia spoke after a few moments of pause, a quizzical tone in her voice. "Why are you a Freedom Fighter? Your group causes problems for the police that try and protect this city, yet you claim to want to help the citizens. Is it just some big cover up for terrorism?" She already knew that they likely were against the corrupt officers that now littered the force, but that wasn't her point. She wanted to know if he was really a good guy or just some thug who claimed to be better than he was.





@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

The first thing Ty did was hand his gun over to the woman. Blinking a couple of times as he listened to her speak, Tyson watched as she brought the gun up to his body, while the barrel of the one he was holding was still on the side of his head. When he noticed, he brought his hands back down. The man even placed the gun he was holding on the ground, to show that he really meant no harm. Well, either that, or the fact that he didn't need it to do harm. Either way could have been taken in this gesture. She kept the gun trained on Ty's frame, but he didn't react like any normal person would to a gun in his face. Of course, this came with the territory of not fearing the woman who was in front of him.


"Why am I a Freedom Fighter? That's a good question." Lifting one of his hands to his face, he ran his thumb across the side of his nostril before he continued. "I used to be a part of the same gang these guys were in. One day, one of the members in the organization decided to dome me." He lifted two fingers up to his own head. "I was shot to the brink of death, but the leader of the Freedom Fighters found me and gave me my life back." Ty shrugged, closing his eyes. "This was before he made the whole group, or whatever. You know, I originally told 'em it wasn't a good idea, but nobody really listened to me back then, let alone these days."


A smile creeped its way onto his face as he continued. "I really have no reason to be a part of the Freedom Fighters. Honestly, the only way ya boys know of me is due to the fact I was in the system when I was a gangster, ya? Whoever keeps your books are surely doing their part, lass." Digging his hands into his pockets, Ty lit up a cigarette before he extended both of his hands up toward the woman. "If you want to arrest me, then please feel free. I did just kill a man, right? I'm sure you could use something positive on your quota for the month." The way he insisted that she hauled him off was more generosity than anything. He was never held at the police station for more than a couple of hours, usually. If he wasn't busted out, he busted himself out. Most of the time, when he was arrested, Ty found the police station an absolutely lovely place to catch a nap.


At least he knew it was safe over there.


Tipping his head slightly to the side so that the hair on his head slightly fell toward that one particular direction, Ty opened his eyes. "I'm really sorry about your bike. I didn't mean to get hauled into it, really. Thank you for your help." He realized just then, that this was the first time he properly thanked the woman for her help rather than speak just about himself. "Are you hurt?" Obviously, the tone in the man's voice was genuine. The last thing he meant to do was hurt someone who didn't deserve it - and while the police were one half of his faction's enemy, right now this woman certainly was not.


When it came to having rational thought, however, Ty was one of the few in a sea of many without withholding such a vital personality trait. The burning cigarette was held within his lips grasp, even as he spoke. Occasionally, he would take a drag off the burning tobacco and exhale the smoke out of his nostrils. Hues looked up to the traffic which had generated to quite an obnoxious point. Some police officers were attempting to get through the sea without avail, due to overcrowding of vehicles in such thin streets.


"What is the deal with you?" The traffic wasn't his problem, he was focused on moving on. "You're not dressed in uniform, so today must be your day off. Leave it to luck! I bet you didn't wake up thinking you would bump into Tyson Roller, did yah?" He chuckled slightly after he spoke, shaking his head. "Funny how things work sometimes, ya? I didn't wake up this morning thinkin' that a bunch of the goonies who are associated with my woman were going to be chasing me so early." Almost as soon as he said it, he realized how fucked up his statement actually sounded. The thing was, it got even worse - the part that Ty didn't tell the officer was that they were his woman's own thugs.

 

[decomposition]

A manicured finger rose to tap her right temple, followed by an arch of an eyebrow. "Are you forgetting that we're taking the tunnels or is my words just flying over your head?" Madeline asked, her question directed at Rei before bring her hand down to smack the desk in slight annoyance. "Once we reach the cut off in the Freedom Fighter's area then you can go all batman on me, Rei. We'll need upper support in case we run into trouble there while we move to the next tunnel," she began to explain, idly scratching her nose. "Upon reaching the second half of the tunnel then I expect you to rejoin us. When we're at the police department, you can go into biānfú xiá (batman) mode again."


A little surprised at herself for using her native tongue, Madeline brushed it off before shifting her body to look at Emil as the question of money was now involved. Staring at him for a long moment, opened a desk drawer to pull out two walkie-talkies and threw one at Rei without looking before pointing a finger at the assassin. "Each of you will be paid handsomely. Five hundred grand per person if we all make it out alive." A sigh escaped her lips as Deacon brought his phone over to her, commenting on how he wouldn't have the information in time if they all left right now. Isn't that what she said? They had to be prepared. Green hues stared at the screen as it gave her appropriate information about the staff currently on their shifts and a detailed map of the establishment.


Setting the phone back on the table, Madeline looked at the intel on the commissioner and narrowed her eyes while a hand reached for her assorted drugs of quick fixes. Popping a pill in, she swallowed quickly before speaking. "First of all, nicely done with the information, Deacon. If you need more time to gather more, I'll tie these two eager maniacs down so you can do so," she said, nodding at his direction. "Second of all, Emil. Your car will only draw attention to us so if you guys would shut up and listen to me, the tunnels is our best bet of entering and escaping quietly unless one of you manages to fuck it up."


Standing up, her hand moved to hover over he map Francis had created. "I know I ain't him. I ain't the leader Francis was but I'm trying my hardest to be and to see Mythril become one of the best," the woman said in a low tone. "Being his girlfriend for a long time taught me a few things and all I want, at least out of this mission, is a bit of trust," a pause to bite her lower lip. "Hopefully we can also dig up information about these suicides as well. Knowing why he did what he did could put me at ease."

@TheWizard


@Cadell Morde


@Veirrianna Valentine
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[The Wizard]

Deacon nodded after listening to her speech and words. She may not have been the original leader of this gang but she was now and that's what mattered. Her eagerness and the two with her's drive to push the mission on was all he needed to agree on though the money helped as well. With a smile as he grabbed his phone "Give me one hour and I'll have something ready for their security system." as he began to type into his phone his eyes now glued to his task. The young man was not into physical combat so a quick and active rescue was always a plus. With a strong will to survive even with this crazy group Deacon began to go to work.

 

[ViAdvena]

The day just barely began, yet there's already a shootout, attempted assassination, and crime plan in the making. That was Upland for you. To make things more festive, right now there's also a girl who was chased down by a group of people for stealing something from them. What did she steal?


The answer: Video of people committing suicide.


Apparently a group of people thought it would be fun to record the suicide act instead of, you know, actually prevent it. They went to the public place which was often used for suicide (like the bridge or tall building) with their video camera ready, and then casually record the whole process. They just finished the whole video compilation when suddenly a girl with hat and scarf obscuring her face appeared and snatched the video camera out of them. Thus the chase began.


"Dammit, she is fast!" said one of them while the others cursed under their breath. It's just their stroke of luck that they saw her entered a building right before she disappeared from their sight. Their entered the building, following the echoes of footsteps upstairs.


The girl continued run up the stairs until her feet brought her to the rooftop of building. Oh great, she thought, they're still following me, aren't they?


For some people, being chased to the rooftop is a bad news, especially if it's seven-floor building with no apparent way out beside the stairs where they come from. And running back down was not an option since her chasers were using the very same path right now.


Her icy blue eyes inspected the surroundings. Maybe other people couldn't find the way out, but for Angkasa, even if it's just a small chance-


"Foolish girl," a voice behind her startled her. The group had caught up with her to the rooftop. One of them sneered, "What are you thinking, running up here? You just make yourself trapped." he walked towards her, "Now girlie, give back the record to us, and maybe we'll left you unharmed. Maybe."


Angkasa blinked, "...trapped?" She looked around her, to the low edge of the rooftop and the ground far below. Her eyes back to her chasers "...I don't see how...there's many opening here."


The other guy looked puzzled, "Are you stupid? You have nowhere to escape now!"


"Unless you count jumping off the building as 'escape'." girl beside him added, followed by laugh from other guys.


To their surprise, Angkasa nodded, "Yes," she slowly walked backwards, "that's exactly what I mean."


"Girl, stop bluffing," The first guy frowned, "Why the hell you steal our video if you want to die-"


"...I am not." She sat on the edge of the rooftop, the camcorder safely tucked in her pocket. "You aren't going to follow me jump from here, are you?" She tilted her head. "Better not, it's not good for you. Well then," she open her arms wide, "au revoir."


With that, she leaned back and let herself fall to the ground far below.


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"Did someone say high-paying mission?" The office door opened, showing the dark-haired man behind it. Sterren leaned against the side of entrance, his jacket casually slung over his shoulder, "Milady," He said with dramatic tone, "I'm disappointed you didn't call me for this!"


Well, actually it's understandable if Madeline didn't call him. He was just back from another business two days before, and today was actually his day off. But there's no way he could say no to a mission if he paid handsomely, right? What? Did Madeline said before that this would be close to suicide mission? Well, even if Sterren heard it, he wouldn't mind. Not that he didn't have another body to spare (ha).


He scanned the room before him. From all people involved in this mission, only Emil whose name he knew. It's because they've been in the same mission not too long ago. It went quite well, although Sterren thought there's too much unnecessary destruction from Emil's part. Then there's the hacker guy and the sniper girl. He didn't know much about the hacker guy beside his ability to break into any computer system, and the sniper girl for her crazy aiming skill. Oh, and she wasn't bad looking either, wonder if he could get to know her better after this.


Now, what kind of mission that require all of their abilities? He thought. Emil was there, so it would involve some serious brawls. The sniper girl means we'll need to be watched from the top. His sight fell to the open map on the table. If they need map, that's means they're going to go outside their territory. If their destination were Freedom Fighter place, they wouldn't need to hack some security system, thus the hacker guy wouldn't be here. So...


"Let me guess, this mission will have something to do with breaking into Police Department, am I right?" Sterren looked at Madeline for confirmation.

 

[Servant]

Emil stroked an imaginary beard before shrugging. "Truth be told I was actually expecting a bit more of money for a suicidal mission, but I can buy a couple of things I need right now with that money so I won't complain about it. You mentioned the sewers, right? I guess I shouldn't have come with my recently cleaned clothes. Oh well, I should have probably known better"


As Emil was about to exit to room to get another canned coffee the door suddenly opened. He was easily able to recognize who it was. "Sterren" He greeted him out loud "What a pleasant surprise to see you again..." A small grin set on Emil's face as he remembered the mission in which both of them had been partnered up. Emil passed right next to him as he exited the room. "Sorry Princess, I am thirsty" He announced while entering the corridors of the complex.


After buying a can of black coffee from the vending machine Emil began to head back to the office. Throughout his trajectory at one point stumbled across the locker room. "This seems like a good chance to check it out..." He said as he opened the door. The room was empty. "If I remember correctly the assassin owned the locker number 668. Let's see....445....512....600....Ah, here it is, locker number 668" Emil said as he began to analyze the locker. "Dammit, a coded padlock...Let's see, what were the steps that lockpicking tutorial video from the Internet taught me? 1- You gently place your hands on its side...2- You slowly turn the wheel in a clockwise motion until you hear a clicking sound..." Emil sighed as he simply ripped open the locker. "Or simply do that."


Inside the locker various miscellaneous things lay. Weapons, cigarettes, booze, etc. Emil was about to give up when suddenly a paper envelope fell off a jacket. On it the word "Target" was written with red ink. "This may be it..." He hid the envelope into his vest before casually walking out of the room, heading back to the office.

 

[decomposition]

When Rei didn't respond back ( @Veirrianna Valentine ), Madeline diverted her attention elsewhere. There were better things to do than staring at someone who wasn't going to answer back and during this time, Deacon had responded saying that he would only need an hour to conjure up something concerning the security systems. Leaning back into her chair, hands had soon reached up to cover her face briefly as she nodded in acknowledgement. Before she could tell all of them to leave her office so some personal time could commence, the door to her room was opened. Without even a knock. If there was one rule she reinforced, it was to not come into her office without a first say from her or a simple knock.


She removed her hands slowly from her face and turned the chair towards the door in order to see who entered without her permission. Madeline was actually surprised to see what it was Sterren but still kept a frown on her face. Holding her tongue, green hues averted to Emil who complained about the amount of money they were receiving. An eyebrow rose in response. Was five hundred grand really not enough? Surely, he wasn't expecting to be paid a million. Simply sighed, she waved a hand in annoyance as he left the office. Being leader of a gang such as Mythril was beginning to take its toll on her. True, leaving a luxurious life was fine and dandy, but when it came to the point where people didn't take her serious - either because she was a woman or it wasn't fair that she became leader after Francis died - it was all a bit too absurd. Member had to come to realization that she was the head of this gang whether they liked it or not since Francis last words in his note, and will, was the golden law.


If they didn't, they were certainly able to assassinate her.


"Nǐmen dōu ràng wǒ fēngkuáng, wǒ fāshì," You all are driving me insane, I swear. Realizing that, once again, she was speaking in Chinese, her head shook and turned to face Sterren. "Oh my. Aren't you a smart one?" the woman said in a sarcastic tone, soon smacking her hand on top of the map. "What? You want in on this shit as well? Convince me why I should let you come with us, Sterren."

 

[ViAdvena]

Oho, someone isn't in their best mood today, Sterren thought when he heard Madeline's snappy response. His initial reply to her question was 'Because the mission pays well, so of course I need to be included in this mission.' But naah, Madeline want to hear what's benefit she will get if he join the mission, not the other way around. So, running his fingers through his hair, he focused back at Madeline and answered.


"Because, my fair lady," he said with a light tone, "my clones could be the first one to move and check our surroundings before all of us move, and I could provide some useful distraction if things go south. Plus point of you don't have to worry if those police caugh my clones, because they'll just go disappear in a smokes before the police can get any information from them." His smile widened, "Beside, extra reinforcement is always nice, isn't it? One me equals four more reinforcement. So...do you think I'll be useful enough to join your precious mission now, Milady?"


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As gravity pulled her down, Angkasa felt the familiar numb sensation that come with the fall and deafening sound of the wind in her ears. But she had no time to freeze in fear. Only split second needed before her body hits the ground, and there's also a bunch of trees beneath her. While they could potentially halt her fall, someone who fall through the trees has a big chance of getting impaled by branches.


But chance was her domain. Probability was hers to command. Thus as she took off her scarf and throw it randomly, the scarf wrapped around a tree branch with success. She tightly held onto it, effectively slowed down her speed to harmless level. The branch cracked with the weight, but now she was hanging only several feet from the ground, so she let go of her scarf and landed on the ground safely.


Phew, Angkasa looked around, wonder if there's people who saw it and thought it was stunt for a movie or something. But then again, who want to filmed a movie in place as dangerous as Upland? Documentary about this town would be interesting though...


She tugged her scarf off from the branch and quickly walked away from there before any of her chasers come down. If they come to here hoping to find the video with her dead body, they would just find an empty space.