Seeing Red

[Subtleknifewielder]

"Routes and precise drop-off points, with a detailed map. Hopefully after this I won't have to kill you. Never really did like blood on my hands." He puts back the bat, and this time picking up the gun, then loading the breech, it making a nice click sound. "Two rounds...two targets. One bullet for each of you between the eyes. I hope I don't have to do this."

"It's a little hard to draw maps and such at the moment. I'm a little tied up, if you know what I mean," Mark said, daring to be a little cheekiy in his responses as he indicated his wrists.

[Markus Wilding]

Tom, however, would have none of it. "You think this is funny?! A joke?! I can assure you that if you keep your smart-$^& attitude then you won't be smiling." He picks the knife up, but still holding the gun, he cuts the ties on Mark's hands. He also hands him a second clipboard and pencil. "Draw and write, boy."

Edited May 22, 2009 by N Reeki

[Subtleknifewielder]

Tom, however, would have none of it. "You think this is funny?! A joke?! I can assure you that if you keep your smart-$^& attitude then you won't be smiling." He picks the knife up, but still holding the gun, he cuts the ties on Mark's hands. He also hands him a second clipboard and pencil. "Draw and write, boy."

"Oh, relax," he said calmly, taking the pencil, then reaching for the clipboard...then in a lightning-fast move, reaching past the clipboard to grab his caprtor's wrist and give a jerk, to bring tom closer to the point where the gun was also in his reach. He grabbed for that too, to ensure that Tom wouldn't be able to fire it, as he began a struggle for his very life...

OOC: Surprise...that driver's an undercover agent...

[Markus Wilding]

Tom was suprised when he was caught off-guard, but nontheless being trained as Hidolf Atler's personal guard, it was clear to say that he would win this. "You dirty son of a..." He brings the knife up to Mark's neck and tries to stab.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Leigh watched it all with eyes as big as saucers, shrinking as far away as it was possible to do and remain in the room.

The stab was to be expected. nevertheless, Tom did manage to prick Mark's neck, drawing a little blood before Mark could stop it from going any further.

They were pretty evenly matched size for size, so strength alone was not going to win this for either of them. Instead, he dropped to the floor while still holding onto Tom, to throw him off-balance, then let go and did a backwards somersault, picking up the chair as he came to his feet. He threw the chair, hard, at Tom to prevent any retaliation, then dashed for the door, exiting the room before his erstewhile captor would be able to recover...

[Markus Wilding]

Tom somehow managed to shoot the two rounds off before Mark had bolted out. He thought he had managed to graze his hand, but then again, it was only a graze. He unloaded the magazine and threw it aside. "Dammit...Now, as for you." He stands up, dusts his suit off, and turns his attention towards Leigh. "I have one thing to say to you: You don't know me, you never saw me or heard of me and if you breathe one word about this to anyone you know - and I'll know - then I'll come to your house and gut you like a sheep! Got it?!" Not waiting for a reply, he cuts Leigh's ties t othe chair and reloads the gun.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Mark felt the bullet hit his hand, but he paid no more attention to it than if it had simply been a slight bruise, though he knew he would have to bandage the wound before long. He was just lucky it hadn't penetrated, meaning he wouldn't have to extract the bullet. he left the building in a timely manner, only slowing to a walk once the exit he'd used was out of sight.

Leigh's eyes remained wide open as he nodded emphatically, handing the clipboard with the finished map on it to his capter before bolting. He wanted no more part in this, and the reloaded gun only served to fuel his resolve.

[Markus Wilding]

Now he had an agent that knew he was working to find Promied Land's nukes. The only trouble was figuring out who he worked for and why they were there in the first place. But for now, he needed to find out which of these places had the nukes. He rented a car, drove to Alice Springs and looked for anything that might tell him what he was looking for.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Passing through Alice Springs, he would learn that the drivers who said they had been there were indeed telling the truth. Several people would testify that they had indeed seen these people, but little would indicate if the nukes were left there or not, or even if they had come this way. Unless against all odds he managed to find a Geiger counter, or had one already...

[Markus Wilding]

Thankfully he had the sense to pack a Geiger counter with him. Tom walked through Alice Springs, looking for any sort of spike in the counter. Nothing so far, and he had covered...about a half-mile. He kept searching, and after about a mile half more, he heard somebody attempting to approach him from behind. Tom put his hand in his pocket, which held his knife. He waited for them to get closer, then whipped around and put the knife to their neck. "Who are you and why did you try to sneak up on me?"

[Subtleknifewielder]

The person who had attempted to surprise him couldn't have been older than 16, but he was dressed in what looked like a military uniform--with no weapon. They held up their hands to show this little detail, their eyes widening in surprise and terror. "S-sorry sir! I wuz just practisin' bein' sneaky. I wan' ta join da Army when I'm old 'nough! I'm Dominic Nguyen! d'ya wan' me ta leave now?" His hands remained in the air to show he had no hostile intent.

If Tom let him be, he really did intend to leave and try an easier target, and when the boy left, and Tom resumed his searching, he would pick up the first trace of radioactive material just beyond the outskirts of the city, on a dirt road that went north.

[Markus Wilding]

"Alright..." He puts the knife back. "Get out of here." He continues his search and finds the dirt road with the radioativity reading. He puts the counter away, pulls out his gun, makes sure it's loaded and walks down the road. If there was going to be a fight, he had eight rounds. Then he was on his own.

[Generalissimo]

He grinned. "Not at all. As a matter of fact, I'm between girlfriends right now. There's no one to object." Standing, he gathered the books and tossed the empty coffee cup into the trash. "Shall we go, my fair lady?" he said flirtatiously, holding the door of the shop open for her to show that chivalry was not, contrary to belief, dead.

Just because Sasha was a cold-blooded murder didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate courtesy, a little civility between killers goes a long way. Not that she minded polite conversation, but she did eventually want to address matters of ‘business’ eventually, preferably sooner rather than later. Edited May 24, 2009 by Generalissimo

[Subtleknifewielder]

OOC: EDIT: Double-posts suck.

Edited May 24, 2009 by Subtleknifewielder

[Subtleknifewielder]

"Alright..." He puts the knife back. "Get out of here." He continues his search and finds the dirt road with the radioativity reading. He puts the counter away, pulls out his gun, makes sure it's loaded and walks down the road. If there was going to be a fight, he had eight rounds. Then he was on his own.

The road would go on for about half a mile , eventually leading to a small cliff. From just about any angle, it would appear the road just went right up to the cliff and then stopped, but if he followed it faithfully (and the radioactive traces would grow stronger as he did so), he would find it entered a cave complex. From the looks of things, this had once been a busy, active place, but now what little machinery was left was beginnning to break down and rust.

However, here would be the strongest trace of radioactivity, and if he put two and two together, it wouldn't be that hard to determine that this was a now-abandoned Uranium mine. It would also be where the nuclear portions of the missiles were manufactured.

Now the reason for the trucks coming through here would be clear--the missiles were not complete when they left the capital, but came through here to finish being assembled. He was on the right track, but he would find no missiles here.

But he could only tell his superiors if he could get out alive. The mine was now strewn with booby-traps--from rockfalls, to pit traps, to explosives that could potentially collapse the whole mine. He would have to be very, VERY careful...

Just because Sasha was a cold-blooded murder didn't mean she didn't appreciate courtesy, a little civility between killers goes a long way. Not that she minded polite conversation, but she did eventually want to address matters of 'business' eventually, preferably sooner rather than later.

Once they were both outside, in the bright daylight sun, he let the door close. It wasn't too far to his apartment, merely a brisk walk of two blocks to the apartment complex, and maybe another block to the building in there that housed his own apartment.

[Markus Wilding]

"This job just keeps getting harder..." Knowing that he wouldn't find anything in the mine, other than death, he goes back to Alice Springs. Maybe that boy knows something. He looks for him - and finds him almost instantly. He taps him on the shoulder then says, "We need to talk."

[Markus Wilding]

OOC: Any time now, subtle.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Just because Sasha was a cold-blooded murder didn't mean she didn't appreciate courtesy, a little civility between killers goes a long way. Not that she minded polite conversation, but she did eventually want to address matters of 'business' eventually, preferably sooner rather than later.

Once they were both outside, in the bright daylight sun, he let the door close. It wasn't too far to his apartment, merely a brisk walk of two blocks to the apartment complex, and maybe another block to the building in there that housed his own apartment.

He walked up the stairs to the second story, inserting his key into the lock and opening it in a habit made easy by doing this many hundreds of times, pretty much every day for the last couple years. He held the door open once again for sasha, closing it when she was through, and held up a finger to indicate silence for a moment as he reached into a little alcove by the door and withdrew a small device.

He began going over every inch of the apartment with it, giving Sasha time to study it. Not that there was much to see. A simple, ordinary red carpet covered most of the floor, except for the little kitchen area, where the wooden floor was simply left uncovered. A few dishes were in the dishwasher, and the counters were clean and ordered, all the utensils packed away where they belonged.

The living room contained exactly two padded chairs and one couch. Old and used but still very much useable.

All in all, the place was clean and neat, if a little spartan. When Hawk (whose real name was Jesse) was finished with his own inspection, he returned the device to its place.

"Sorry about that. I know it's my own place, but one can never be too careful in our business. never know when someone might come in and try to plant a bug. Please, have a seat," he said, indicating the couch and chairs. He himself chose to sit on the couch.

"This job just keeps getting harder..." Knowing that he wouldn't find anything in the mine, other than death, he goes back to Alice Springs. Maybe that boy knows something. He looks for him - and finds him almost instantly. He taps him on the shoulder then says, "We need to talk."

Dominic, who was just about to surprise another unsuspecting civilian, raised his hands immediately without turning around. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it," he proclaimed, albeit quietly enough that only he and Tom would hear it.

OOC: Any time now, subtle.

OOC: Sorry, no net access yesterday. i said so in my "Locked nations" thread.

[Generalissimo]

Well-kept, well-hiden, well-maintained safehouse. Not a single spot of dust, much less opposition bugs. If Sasha being was monitored it was through her companion, not entirely unexpected from people in their line of work. Not wasting any more time with pleasantries, “Now that we can speak freely, let’s talk business. What can the Eastern Socialist Worker Directorate (<--- secret Dark Hand front) do for you? Let me rephrase that somewhat - why do you require assistance from our organization, and why should we help you?”

Edited May 27, 2009 by Generalissimo

[Markus Wilding]

"I know that. Two things: 1: Turn around and 2: follow me." He complies and they walk a short distance from the civilian. "Alright, now, did you see any trucks go through there? If you did, then tell me where they went when they came back." He lights a cigarette as he waits for a reply from the nervous teen.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Well-kept, well-hiden, well-maintained safehouse. Not a single spot of dust, much less opposition bugs. If Sasha being was monitored it was through her companion, not entirely unexpected from people in their line of work. Not wasting any more time with pleasantries, "Now that we can speak freely, let's talk business. What can the Eastern Socialist Worker Directorate (<--- secret Dark Hand front) do for you? Let me rephrase that somewhat - why do you require assistance from our organization, and why should we help you?"

"Cutting right to the chase. That's what I always liked about you," he said with a small smile. Again he indicated the room. "At least make yourself comfortable. Now, as for what you and your--Eastern Socialist Worker Directorate--can do for us...we happen to be running low on weapons and explosive materials. We have the funds to pay for them, but it's getting harder and harder to get reliable weapons and other equipment. The military is cracking down hard on its armories and surplus items."

"I know that. Two things: 1: Turn around and 2: follow me." He complies and they walk a short distance from the civilian. "Alright, now, did you see any trucks go through there? If you did, then tell me where they went when they came back." He lights a cigarette as he waits for a reply from the nervous teen.

"T-trucks? I d-don't get y-your question. T-trucks come through here all the t-time." Confusion actually helped with the nervousness, as Tom would notice when the stuttering became less pronounced.

[Markus Wilding]

God, this is going nowhere fast, Tom thinks to himself as the teen stutters and stammers. "Trucks! Big ones! With trailers the size of a one story house! Work with me here, boy..." He then points to the dirt road he followed. "That road. See it? Did any large trucks go through there and then come back?"

[Generalissimo]

"Cutting right to the chase. That's what I always liked about you," he said with a small smile. Again he indicated the room. "At least make yourself comfortable. Now, as for what you and your--Eastern Socialist Worker Directorate--can do for us...we happen to be running low on weapons and explosive materials. We have the funds to pay for them, but it's getting harder and harder to get reliable weapons and other equipment. The military is cracking down hard on its armories and surplus items."

Accepting his hospitality Sasha took a chair, "The Eastern Socialist Worker Directorate can provide the typical assortment of secondhand small arms, but explosives are something we have in abundance.

Our organization is currently in possession of a large quantity of high-yield Naval Mines, each with enough power to crack over twenty inches of armour – or bring down a building.

Tracing them back to either of us would be extremely difficult considering they were manufactured and deployed by the Amerikanisches Reich, deployed in Procinctia, and removed by the White Cross – the investigation alone is likely to cause an international incident."

[Subtleknifewielder]

God, this is going nowhere fast, Tom thinks to himself as the teen stutters and stammers. "Trucks! Big ones! With trailers the size of a one story house! Work with me here, boy..." He then points to the dirt road he followed. "That road. See it? Did any large trucks go through there and then come back?"

Dominic's mouth opens in an 'o' of understanding. "Oh, th-those trucks. Not in some t-time. The l-last one was about a m-month ago." The the boy looked at him oddly, nervousness almost gone. "s-say, mister, do y-you work fer' the government or s-somethin'? Iff'n ya do, c-could you put in a good word fer me wh-when you give your report?"

[Markus Wilding]

Dominic's mouth opens in an 'o' of understanding. "Oh, th-those trucks. Not in some t-time. The l-last one was about a m-month ago." The the boy looked at him oddly, nervousness almost gone. "s-say, mister, do y-you work fer' the government or s-somethin'? Iff'n ya do, c-could you put in a good word fer me wh-when you give your report?"

Tom looks at him in a moment of disbelief. "...Yeah, sure..." Tom had everything he needed. Now he just needs to find the drivers that drove the nukes away from here, hopefully the same ones that took them here. Tom drives back to find Louiz again. He may know where he took them back to.