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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 8, 2015 16:55:36 GMT
"Where do they rush?" asked Marcel from himself. "Actually it does not matter. Less witnesses to deal with now." He was ready to enter and complete his job, when he suddenly heard calm voice saying:
"Hello Marcel. I was expecting to meet you here. But I would avoid entering if I was you." He turned around and met glance from brown eyes of Volodja standing right behind him and he was not alone. Another pair of eyes, this time beautiful diamond blue ones, was looking at him as well.
"Sacrebleu! How did you...?" asked Marcel angrily.
"Thanks to one helpful girl, called Moira," explained Volodja. "Actually she did you a huge favour by turning you in, before you could do something really stupid."
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on May 8, 2015 16:56:17 GMT
Erika Widowmaker was in the War Room, signing routine work orders for Zork, when the medical alert came from the brig, thinking, "What now? Amber check - Amber? Where are you Amber?" Amber meanwhile, had snuck back to Atticus's EGO in the prettiest dress she could imagine, sneaking in back of Dinarra, kissing the back of her neck, and whispering to Dinara as she smiled happily, "I love you too!"  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 8, 2015 17:01:55 GMT
Volodja was telling the truth. They had to postpone experimenting with memory sequence, because Moira contacted him. Thus the sudden French usage from Volodja, who was busy receiving her warning while he observed film making process. That's why he grabbed Belle's white hand and dragged her along with him to make behind infirmary door on time.
"Don't look at me like that, Marcel," he continued. "Let's start with a little announcement about your target. Lady is pregnant and I happen to know that you would never kill even unborn child. You have your limits, you never cross. And did you honestly thought that you are the only one who was after her? Not at all - you were probably just an insurance. A back up plan. A replacement killer. We have already one assassin in our custody and she can tell you who hired her and what she was promised if she completes the task. It would be interesting to compare those promises made both to you. At least to you it would be interesting, because Moira told me about your contract conditions and payment. Oh, and getting that candy you were promised, might have been really hard and ungrateful job, because Lady's boyfriend is with her at moment. His name is Atticus, also known as Harbinger of Death, and he is trained assassin, so you just avoided becoming a target. If not today then later. Especially convenient for him would have been find you in Lima. He would found out, where you live and paid a little visit to you. I assume that after hearing what I just told you, your life suddenly became much more interesting." Volodja grinned, because last remark originally belonged to Marcel and Volodja got a chance to pass it back now.
Marcel's brain was working like a computer, when he compared the facts he just heard from Volodja with those he heard from his hooded employer. Marcel's already thin loyalty towards his employer was gone with a puff. That hooded scum double crossed him, because Marcel gave him a chance to tell about Lady's pregnancy and dangerous boyfriend, but he didn't mentioned both of them. That double assassin part of Volodja's story needed to be proven yet, but Marcel believed that Volodja was truthful when mentioning it. But Moira! She betrayed him too! Although Marcel admitted, that he is grateful for that. Moira was RIGHT. She helped him to survive and saved the life of an unborn, like a good EGO psyche is supposed to do. And he could not get her anyway without blowing his brains out. But another traitor was somewhere in flesh and blood, so...
So it meant that his hooded employer got himself a brand new social status - he became a target from now on. Nobody will use Marcel as a tool. Nobody betrays him and gets away with that, but he was interested to hear more from that fellow assassin, so he asked: "Where is she? I want to see her and hear her side of the story, before I decide anything."
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 8, 2015 17:26:15 GMT
As Lady Christianna slept comfortably cuddling next to Atticus in his hospital bed, Sandy, her EGO psyche, worked hard in the darkness of Lady's EGO monitoring her vitals and trying to figure a way to bring back both Lady's memory and sight. Sandy couldn't find any problem with Lady physically, and was sure the it was psychotrauma. As she worked, she became aware of a small purple light coming towards her in the darkness, that grew as it came closer. Soon she could discern the figure of a small Irathiant boy, no more than five or six years old, holding a purple candle that shed purple light. The small skinny boy dressed only in a loin cloth came within a yard of Sandy, then looked up at her with electric blue eyes, and commanded, "Stop! Just stop!" "W-what do you mean?" Stammered a nervous Sandy. "Stop helping mama! She will be okay, but I have to protect her, and she is safest here! Mama is better protected this way, blind and without worry. Can't get into trouble this way! So you and your friends just stop! Forget it!" Said the boy, then with that said, he turned on one barefoot heel and walked way from her, the purple light growing smaller in the distance until it disappeared completely. "Huh" Said Sandy to herself, "That was odd! Wait, what was odd? What was I doing? Oh yeah, Lady is okay, just needs time to recover, and her sight and memory will come back! Right, just got to convince the other's about that!" Sandy was left with a strong desire to convince the others to leave time to cure Lady's ills and no memory of the small boy with the strange eyes and the purple candle.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on May 8, 2015 17:48:49 GMT
"Well, that just sucked - big time!" Muttered Lena Marr to anyone who would listen, feeling miserable but with no longer an urge to hurl
"Just a case of food poisoning, but not near enough to be lethal. Diagnosed Dr. Orion as he closed his med-kit, "Somebody wanted to make you very sick but not kill you. Looks like a natural herb added to your food, but NOT to Kaj's. The bromide should help, along with a day or two's rest. Now if you'll excuse me, I have real patients with real ailments to tend to!"
Dr. Orion and his nurse left the brig just as Belle, Volodja, and Marcel entered.
"Marcel Lestrange, this is Lena Marr," Introduced Belle.
From her position laying on the bunk, Lena glanced with disdain at the Frenchman in the guard uniform, and said, "Who the hell are you? You certainly aren't one of the base guards because I know all of those, so WHO the hell are you, and more importantly, why should I care?"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 8, 2015 17:57:33 GMT
Marcel looked at attractive Castithan girl and smiled, although his smile was not exactly a warm one. Voldoja introduced him shortly:
"Marcel is my old acquaintance and rival from Europe. He is a French spy, assassin, egomaniac and obviously your competitor on killing our Lady and her child. Fortunately both of you failed that task, but I believe that you have more in common than that. Anyway, you too can share and compare your stories with each other now."
Marcel tried to play gentleman and gain some time for him by saying: "Ladies always first. Especially so charming ones. I believe that you have a really interesting story to tell me. The one with a hooded Castithan male and his promises." And this time he smiled charmingly, hoping to break an ice and hear more than he was willing to tell himself.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 8, 2015 18:13:31 GMT
Lena Marr sat up with an involuntary grunt, swinging her shapely legs over the bedside, so that she faced her audience. She smiled coldly at Marcel, looking him up and down with her sky blue eyes, then directed her comments at Volodja saying, "Not a part of the deal. Why should I share anything, least of all information with... my competitor? I mean, knowledge is scrip. What's in it for me?"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 8, 2015 18:26:42 GMT
Volodja looked at Lena and said calmly: "We just need some not very confidential information about your payment, you were promised. Marcel would like to hear about it. I bet he would believe me anyway. He knows that I might trick him when it's about breaking his schemes, but he also knows that I would not lie to him, because I am not competing with him at moment. But still I prefer that you confirm my story. Marcel considers himself to be a real professional and his own master and he likes scrip, like you do. I do suspect that he has some principles too, hidden deep inside, but it's not important right now. So he will share that part of his contract with you, just to brag about his high fee. You both won't tell anything to other, I already don't know. Just spare me from trouble telling it myself."
Marcel looked at ice queen and confirmed: "Je suis désolé, mais je ne partage pas ce point de votre discours. Oh, pardon. I meant that I am sorry that we are in disagreement on this very fundamental point, Lena. I don't want every piece of information from you. Volodja enlightened me already about some hidden aspects, my former employer hid from me. I believe him, despite of all tricks he played on me back in Europe, because....I sort of enjoyed them. You know that you are best only when you have someone to compete with, like I did with him, but he would never deceive me about something like that. He is too old fashioned...or foolish to do that. I just want to hear about your fee, before I am telling about my payment, which is probably higher than you ever receive, girl."
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Post by Belle Starr on May 8, 2015 19:05:46 GMT
Lena smiled a grim half smile and rolled her sky blue eyes, saying with a laugh, "You do-gooders don't seem understand a thing about what motivates me. I don't care about being considered professional just about getting paid. I don't care a fig about so-called competition either, for if they get in my way, I simply eliminate them. I care about three things: me, myself, and I! What's truly funny, is that all of you fool yourself that you are different than me with your talks of honor and being professional, when you're really only deceiving yourselves!"
Lena thrust out her lower lip in a pout, crossed her slim arms tightly across her generous bosom, then with a sigh of resignation, said, "Okay, I can tell you all are not going to leave me alone until I tell you, and I need some rest after almost being killed in your tender care, so here's the gist: I've had a pretty long gig here to infiltrate and spy on this group of EGO ridden do-gooders, who made some pretty heavy hitting enemies in the Collective, and they paid me some pretty great scrip over that time, so no one time fee is going to compare with it. What my handler, a Castithan named Aveis Havph who hangs at The Crater, promised me as a bonus for killing Lady was a million scrip, a corporate espionage box, and, most importantly to me, an estate in Lima. I think Varus, the local crime lord who hangs with Aveis, is just for local hires, and I'm pretty sure Aveis may have something on him. I'm almost positive that Aveis reports to Governor Skarr in the Collective, who recruited me in Lima way back when, but who Skarr reports to, I haven't a clue."
Lena stretched out her long legs in front of her, then her long arms and yawned, smiling demurely as her thrust out bosom was obviously noticed by the men in her audience, so she said, "Any other questions? Or is there anything else I can help you with? Let me warn you though, it will cost you extra!"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 8, 2015 19:17:28 GMT
"You don't obviously not appreciating yourself very much, Lena. You sold yourself at lower price than I. And unlike you, I am just a newcomer in these corners. He promised me same things as he did to you, but he was ready to pay even more to me, because he obviously heard about my skills back in Europe. and raised amount of the scrip up to two millions and if I bothered to haggle, I would received even more. Oh, and he paid one million in advance. So you need lot more to impress me, Lena," said Marcel with devilish smile, putting hands to his hips, and continued:
"Maybe you manage to impress me with your...talents. We'll wait and see about that. At moment I like, what I see. And I get, what I like. Guess I should thank you for extra information that our delicate Volodja didn't tell me about. I am sure that world is not going to miss one certain Aveis Havph...and maybe one governor Skarr too. So I am afraid that you need to find another employer soon, Lena. Unlike you, I have some pride and freedom to choose my business partners, and not consider them as my employers and I will keep them as long as I want, because I am independent contractor, not just a hired hand. That means I can afford myself some pleasure from competing with someone and not worrying to get some scrip for my efforts."
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Post by Belle Starr on May 8, 2015 19:31:31 GMT
"I don't have employers, only scrip, and I don't need or want to impress you, unless you have for me scrip, so go screw yourself - unless you have scrip!" Said Lena with a self-satisfied smile, "And if you had the scrip, you wouldn't be here. My bet is I got a lot closer to finishing the job then you did, Mr. High-and-Mighty, so again, go screw yourself!" Lena laid back on her jail cell bunk, turning her back to all of them, but saying over her shoulder, "Oh and by the way, pride and freedom are myths. There's only scrip and what it will buy you."  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 8, 2015 19:41:56 GMT
"So very nervous you are. It wont do any good in our line of duty," Marcel pretended to be compassionate. "I never pay for pleasure. I am a French after all. And let me remind you something - you had trouble to get close and you failed your job. I practically walked in unnoticed and would have killed her, but my EGO psyche betrayed me, because she is with good guys. But actually I am glad she did that, because I afford myself some principles and it was MY decision to turn against my former business partner from now on, because it won't be last job in this world. And as you can see, million scrip won't mean anything to me, because I left it with Varus. You are way too stuck with earning some little money. That's all you ever going to do. Work for santimes and never daring to ask more. I love money and money loves me. And only reason why I had business with Varus, was gaining a certain reputation here, to gain a foothold, to grow big."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 8, 2015 20:16:36 GMT
Volodja looked that quarrel between two caught assassins with hint of amusement in his brown eyes and said, while he was pushing Marcel to the next cell:
"Marcel. Je suis désolé, mais nous devons passer à la suite de l'ordre du jour ("Marcel. I apologize, but we must move on to the next point in our schedule."). I think that I can leave you here with Lena, so you could end your discussion. For your own safety, I will put you to next cell to her, so you can have bars between two of you. Gaps are wide enough so you can continue your dialogue, but at least you can't strangle each other, when things get too hot. When Belle and I have dealt with some matters, your sudden visit interrupted, we will return and let both of you out as we promised to Lena. And since I don't see any reason to keep you behind bars, Marcel, you are free to go too."
When Belle and Volodja returned from the jail block and were ready to continue where they were left, Volodja looked at her diamond blue eyes and said: "Those two are really alike, dear Tinkerbelle. But at moment we have something more important to do, than discuss about them. It's time to test our baby as we were planning to. I will try to remember that it is our creation, but if I get too immersed into it, then we did really good job with that memory. Just be close as you promised and pull the plug if needed. And now you can attach that thing to my neck. Time to test it and when we succeed, then we can help our Lady." And Volodja closed his eyes, ready to experience something totally new and possibly dangerous, without getting any scrip for it.
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 8, 2015 23:39:57 GMT
Dinara enjoys Amber's touch and loves hearing what she says. So she turns around and standing on her tiptoes kisses Amber. Then she stops. "Wait everything is hectic here! Are you sure your mother won't miss you and be mad? Oh I know! Hold on!" Dinara quickly runs to a dresser and pulls out a jewelry box. She opens it and inside is a bracelet identical to hers and Sandy's.
"Just what every EGO with a life needs! It will keep you in complete touch with Erika at all times! You can monitor her vitals on it, see and hear her on it and communicate with her! It will be like you never leave her, even if you are visiting me, which I love! Once I put it on you, it will sync up with your link to her perfectly! Sandy and I both have one and it is great! Now you are about to have one. Then I will get one for Sophie!" Dinara puts it on Amber and syncs it. Then after a couple of seconds she frowns.
She points at the blinking as she says, "Crackerjacks! Erika needs you! Looks like she is mad! You better talk to her! I am easy to find!" Dinara then adds her EGO signature to Amber's wrist comm. "Here, now you can find me even easier! Love ya, but you better see your mother. Don't want her doing something to seperate us. Want you in my life! Does she know about us? Maybe you should tell her! Atty may not know for sure, but he also doesn't care because he knows I love him and am always here for him! Go see what your mother wants and talk to her and see what she needs! She is most important as she is your host and it's your job to take care of her! Besides these silly organic people get panicky when we don't answer them! Then when she is ok with it, come back. And wear that beautiful dress again!" Dinara gives Amber another kiss and a hug, then pushes her to the door, hoping that she can work things out with Erika.
Kaj was glad Lena was ok but he was upset that somebody poisoned her food. Obviously she isn't the only one with betrayal on their minds in the base. So he sent security to investigate the kitchen and the food delivery person. After Volo and Belle brought in Marcel Lestrange and explained what he was doing here, Kaj also sent a couple security to find the unconsious guard and get him to Medical. Next he removed his sidearm from the drawer and reholstered it by his side and after making sure the mess was cleaned, he sat back down at his desk, doing his work while watching his prisoners.
In medical, in Lady's private room, I keep holding her tight to me wishing she would remember me and our love for each other. While she is still asleep, I can't fight the urge any longer and just let a hand getly wander over her body. I cautiously but loving squeeze her tush. Then trail my hand back around and gently rub her belly. I then carefully shift Lady and myself a little, being careful not to reinjure myself as I do so. Once I have shifted a little, she is now facing towards me, with her head on my chest and me more comfortably on my back. I gently rub her butt again, then move my hand back up and start to just lovingly rub and massage her back, while I enjoy her scent as she is snuggled into my chest. I whisper, "I wish I could just tell you everything My Snow Angel, but don't wanna risk you pulling away completely. If this is the most I can have from you now. It I will take it." I gently kiss her lips, then forhead, then lay back onto my pillow thinking, "I wish I could just relax like you, perhaps even be lost in blissful ignorance of everything around me, or actually do something to bring you back to us completely or just walk aw..........no I can't think that last part. I am not a quitter and promised I will always be here for her. I rarely make promises since I only make those that I intend to keep and I will ALWAYS do what I can to be here for my Snow Angel. So I will NOT walk away while she needs me." |
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Post by Belle Starr on May 9, 2015 1:02:40 GMT
"You can afford this and you can afford that, well good two-shoes for you! You're as delusional as the rest of these idiots! Ever since the Pale Wars, it's about survival and that means having enough scrip to get you out of the way of the bullet with your name on it and the nest of hell bugs around the next corner. Look up the definition of apocalypse, and we are living in a world after that. If you were really so well off, you'd be in a well protected chalet banging away at pretty twins of whatever sex or race you prefer imbibing in whatever delicious foods and mind altering drugs are hardest to get. If you can afford it and don't, then you are either crazy or a fool, no question about it. For the little guy like me, it's all about survival, because that's what you have to do if you're a sheep surrounded by hungry wolves, unless you grow canine teeth and become a wolf like me. Some sheep pretend to be wolves, like these do-gooders here just waiting to be shorn. Most sheep are just sheep, moving along with the herd, hoping the wolves focus their attention on the other sheep. True wolves eat to survive, or so I've read. But what are you? A wolf that wants to be a sheep? How pathetic is that?"
Lena Marr grew quiet, then said, "You are right about one thing: we do have some freedom, although it grows only with the more scrip you have to buy it. Right now, I have limited freedom, but I do have the freedom to do one thing, and that is to ignore you!"
Lena cursed herself in her head for talking so much. She never talked so much, especially about such a useless thing as her philosophy of life. She decided that it would be good when she got away from the do-gooders, as they were a bad influence on her, dulling her survival instincts with their talk of love and principles, and this so-called assassin was the worst of the lot, because he had such pretentions, and he had an EGO that gave him a survival advantage while pretending to be his own man.
"What a laugh! I'll be on the road soon, and I won't miss this pretentious crowd with their EGOs!" Lena thought to herself, "I'll miss Kaj, because he was a great fuck!"
Lena deluded herself that was the only reason she would miss Kaj, while trying to think up a scheme to get him to come with her when she leaves.
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Belle Starr started the mind control experiment with Volodja, ready to pull the plug on it if she had to but praying she wouldn't have to.
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Erika Widowmaker, while multi-tasking in the War Room, promised her EGO psyche, Amber, that they would have a long conversation as soon as events slowed down.
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Lady Christianna continued to sleep soundly in the comfort of Atticus' strong arms, unaware of the danger to her life that was narrowly averted, as the pendant she always wore began to glow a dim swirl of blue and purple twinkling lights.
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