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Post by тαωηу。。 on Oct 5, 2016 23:18:23 GMT -5
[Oh you don't need to apologise, and it's nice to have you back! Glad you got settled into college.]
As Cao explained to her about her new identity and life, she went through the corresponding folder and briefly scanned through the documents that pieced together the picture. So she was to be Liao Jingyi, thinking idly to herself as she read it, Like the swimmer. She flicked briefly through her new life, unsurprised how thorough the documents were, but Yan doubted she'd have a need for an entire new birth certificate. Surely Shao Yingzi wouldn't request something like that. Yan considered it, thinking that even if she went in as herself, she couldn't locate her own real birth certificate. It was probably stashed in a box somewhere that she'd shoved under her bed in her shoebox apartment. Or maybe it was still tucked away in her parent's house. Nevertheless, she supposed this was the real one from now on, and she knew where it was now. Yan took the wallet, made a mental reminder to stash all her other stuff away somewhere, and rifled through it, examining the fake ID and other assortments inside. She supposed that Liao Jingyi’s life could have been her own, if not for her calling towards the police force. Many of her friends, Chinese and other, had gone on to study generic things at university powered solely by expectations and had ended up stuck in a boring office job or unable to use their degree. Though Yan doubted they’d even turn to such illegal work. Yan had had her own expectations to deal with too, but she’d been fortunate enough to have it be within something she enjoyed. Once she was finished with her ready, she put everything back together and placed it neatly in front of her. While she had been looking at the documents while Cao spoke, she had still been listening intently, understanding the weight of the situation. She was relieved to have a new identity and an entry point set up already, it would make gaining access and trust that much more easier. Well, maybe not trust since their contact wasn't very high up in the hierarchy, but she believed herself skilled enough to be able to gain that trust. While Yan had seen Zhang Shun's name pop up in documents while she had been researching the Triad, she hadn't looked so much into the man, deeming those "small fish" as Cao put it, irrelevant to her right now. And if she was just supposed to be looking for a job through a friend, maybe her lack of information on the man would be better. Everyone knew the leader after all, but not the lackeys. "I understand, sir," she told Cao, but couldn't quite mask the surprise that took ahold of her features. She couldn't quite believe she was allowed to do anything without repercussions. Not that it meant Yan was going to completely cut free and do whatever she wanted, her own sense of morals meaning there were certain things she would not allow herself to do. But to be allowed to contribute to the problem of drugs and fraud that could lead to things as bad as death for the sake of her assignment was what caught her the most off guard. But as Yan considered it, it was definitely the most logical way to go about things. It would mean she would have a higher chance of survival, and she could blend in with the types of people she was to be surrounded by without worrying what it could do to her career when she finished her assignment. And she’d only be “contributing” to the triad’s illegal activities for so long, before they would be brought to justice. “I assume that I am to be starting immediately?” She asked in response to Cao’s question. “And that I’ll be with Xie Wujing when I go in, but will I have any other contact with him in relation to the assignment?” There didn’t appear to be much reason behind giving her this case and then making her wait a few weeks in between before being introduced, but maybe there was some process, or a more opportune time for Wujing to introduce her. But Yan couldn’t deny that she was eager to start as soon as possible, her own sense of justice pushing her forward. This would be her chance to really do something, something that would really impact peoples live for the better, which was all she had ever really wanted to do. But she had the capacity to be patient, to play the long game. Yan could certainly wait it out if she had too, knowing that this was indeed a very difficult assignment that would have to be handled with the utmost care, and rushing in head first would be the fastest way to blow her cover.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 4, 2016 5:03:15 GMT -5
bump reminder for self to respond
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2016 1:43:00 GMT -5
@hands: Here's your reply! Sorry for the wait! :'D
Steady blue eyes slowly traveled up to look at the new occupant in the room. Opening his clasped hands to reveal that he had no drawn weapon, he held her gaze as he smiled to her. "You're a slippery one, but one of habit nonetheless," he responded calmly as he nodded to her. Slowly, he stood up and tipped his head to a side, watching her for some sort of a reaction. It had been no surprise she would return here. She was without her supplies and any materials. If she had hopes of escaping the MI6 units, she would need them. That led her directly into his hands.
"Now," he said, with little room for argument, "Are you going to follow me willingly or are we going to have to dispute through other terms? I mean, last I checked... the MI6 aren't in any hurry to arrive here. But you are in quite a hurry to leave." Tapping his watch meaningfully, he glanced towards the street. Still empty, but not for long. The other clandestine agency may have been a little behind on the game, but they were not inadequate and if he wasted any time, then the situation would become dire very soon.
He supposed she was quickly exhausting her options right now. If she knew anything about him, about the file they built on him - "Ghost" as he was more well known as, then she would realize he was a close quarters combat expert. He was the kind of man that was best fought at a distance, and in this scenario, she was either going to try to brute force her way out or she was going to resign simply. He hoped for the latter, for both their sakes. Unless...
He shrugged nonchalantly as he gestured to himself, "Or... you can, you know, just wait for them to come and hand me over instead. Perhaps catching yourself one big fish is enough for the MI6 to pardon your misdemeanor." He grinned after he said the words, gloves reaching into his pocket to pull out his cigarette case. "So what do you think? Fight me, stall me, or come with me? You don't have much room for options here, petite," he hummed as he placed another well earned cigarette between his lips.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 6, 2016 2:16:46 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Having pinned herself against the wall, Natalia didn't really have anywhere to go as Al approached her. Her deep whisky brown eyes never leaving his face as she ever so slightly cowered before him. She didn't know if what he had said back at the lot was true or not, and she didn't know if she was now going to be killed by SAFE rather than MI6. She dreaded to think what would happen behind closed doors at either of them. It was true what Alphonse said about her. She had her habits, and her weapons, her prized throwing knives were behind him, right next to the bed where she couldn't get at them. For a moment, her eyes nearly flicked over. Natalia gritted her teeth and kept her eyes forward on the man in her room.
Natalia had to gulp a few times to be actually able to get a response out. Good Lord, she was useless when she was cornered like a mouse. "I'm fine on my own." It was just above a stage whisper, and her eyes dropped when she spoke. She gulped, silently scolding herself for being so afraid. She was a spy for god's sake. "I-If I keep moving ... they won't -" Natalia looked over to the window towards herself and clenched her fists before she turned back to 'Ghost'. Yes, she knew who he was - or she thought she knew.
It had been one of the few files she had gained access to soon after she realised that MI6 was killing their own operatives. She knew that she had no chance going up against him alone, without her weapons with only a half a packet of dry ramen in her stomach. If he didn't kill her now, if she fought, then he would drag her back to SAFE that would then kill her for giving away their secrets in the first place. It was a lose-lose situation all round anyway.
Her attention was drawn when he spoke again and she felt another white hot flash of terror and she pressed her back against the wall, half hoping that she could just melt through it. It was probably true, if she handed over 'Ghost' to MI6 she could image that they would pardon her - but having SAFE on her ass more so than MI6 - she didn't even want to think would happen. That was a definite no-no.
Natalia ran a shaky hand through her hair. What choice did she have? In the long run, she would probably end up dead anyway, so why not go out with a fight? Now, while Natalia was semi-skilled in hand-to-hand combat, she was much much better at distanced shots. She could throw a knife into the skull of a man half a block away and get out before he even hit the ground - on a good day. She shifted away from the wall, curled her hand into a tighter fist at her side before she swung the punch at Al. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2016 2:49:21 GMT -5
To say he didn't see the first punch would be a blatant lie. From the very beginning, he had already considered her to be a wounded animal. Natalia Valentine was a caged animal, backed into a corner, and fighting for her life. He had already confirmed, from her first encounter with him when she chose to flee - that she feared him. She feared S.A.F.E. She didn't trust him. Two very sensible things in most situations, even in this one, if he were to be fair. But if she knew what he knew, she would have followed him without a second thought. Too bad he was a born liar and more often than not, it was hard to see a smiling face like his and just... well, accept it without a second thought at the ill intent behind it.
Having anticipated the first blow, he easily moved out of the way. To be honest, a fight was much like a dance. Both individuals involved moved in step with the other, trying to perform to their fullest potential and giving on a show to their best extents. The punch flew by him, missing him by a mere few centimeters - loud enough for him to hear the gushing of wind. He grinned, something with a mix of amusement and exhilaration. "Cheri, don't pick fights you know you can't win," he chuckled as he looked at her. There was no better time to size up an opponent than during the middle of a fight, in his opinion.
It felt, no matter how much analysis he placed into an individual before a fight, nothing truly won what he found out during the first few seconds of a fight. He had already placed her for inexperienced given how nervous she was. She was young, about twenty years his junior and she was hopeful and full of belief. Misplaced belief, but belief all the same. She had trusted the MI6, and she worked diligently for them, until one day - S.A.F.E found out about the mole in their midst. Though the information they fed her was not a lie, it was still fed for one intent. Her youth and her idealism played right into the ploy, and she betrayed the MI6 just as Hugo had wanted her to.
It had been a huge victory gained from a small minor inconvenience. And that, all by itself, revealed that she was a smart woman, but she was still manipulable. She was incapable of trusting people, at least not easily - which for a spy, was a rewarding quality, but she was still capable of being manipulated. As he watched her now, from her very first nervous steps and fearful murmurs to her renewed vigor he understood one thing. This was a fight for survival. Which meant she wasn't thinking, at least, not clearly. She would attack him, she would exhaust her efforts because she already believed she had lost. And that, in and of itself, was her greatest weakness.
Sizing up his foe, he eyed her. She was smaller than him, about a head shorter. That meant she was fast, but then again, he was evasive. So fair was fair. And the thing about the faster individuals was that one hit - one good hit, or one solid lock, was all it took. It would disorientate them and that was when things ended quickly. Considering that this was a fight for survival for her, she was planning on drawing it out, making it long. Using up all her energy and clawing and doing anything it took, but as for him it was a strategic fight. It had to be quick and it had to end as soon as it started. They had the MI6 to evade, after all.
So without warning he returned a blow of his own, feinting a right jab just to follow up with an actual blow from his left coming in to hit her in the ribs. Rib shots were the worse, the second the ribs were bruised, it sent flaring pain up the side. It wasn't enough to stop the other from fighting, but it was enough to slow them down and that was what mattered to him.
Unbeknownst to him, however, were the vehicles pulling up onto the curb across the street. Quickly, a team of five agents exited the vehicles and made their way over to the hotel. They were in a haste to get up to Natalia's floor before she had time to escape, and as they entered the stairwell, they pulled out their holstered revolvers and attached silencers, ready for a quick dispatch. The news and magazines would have no idea what happened.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 6, 2016 3:34:38 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - He was right. Natalia was scared and not thinking and the blow to her ribs sent her reeling backwards and into the wall. She had mistakenly dodged the feint and had gotten hit fully. Gasping air into her winded chest, she used the wall behind her to pull herself to stand, panting and slightly hunched over she glared out from under her hair that had fallen into her eyes. "I know I can't win." She gasped out, taking a step forward to try to strike again, her movements were slightly more delayed and she was now favouring her right side so to somewhat protect her damaged ribs. "But that doesn't mean I can't try."
Natalia stopped moving for a moment, suddenly alerted to the footsteps outside. They weren't the footsteps to a normal family of five. Natalia's facade during the battle crumbled in an instant and she was a terrified human being again with nowhere to run. She glanced towards Al and cowered slightly. She didn't know what to do.
She didn't want to die. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by intentional on Nov 6, 2016 15:28:21 GMT -5
Ren Mikazuki | 33 | Hunter | Can we rp through PM? if not, then i'd like a soft pink?? hhahha lol for the Takahashi Masanori plot :3
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2016 19:29:59 GMT -5
This is absolutely fine with me, Ren Mikazuki seems like a wonderful character :')
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2016 20:17:35 GMT -5
тαωηу。。: My presence on these forums are nearly nonexistence Dx ;-; I am so sorrryyy ;-; Also what is this short response irk. Idk yo, sorry DxCao Teng shook his head at her question, "You will start immediately, but Xie Wujing is the only insider we will be putting you in contact with. The others have separate assignments, and it is best you do not know them in case something goes wrong for you or for them." Considering Shao Yingzi's notorious cruelty, he would without a doubt torture information out of traitors who turned out the be cops. The last thing the Hong Kong police force needed was a large number of undercover officers being revealed and murdered. That would send out the worse kind of message to the force. Though these individuals entered without most officers knowing of their role as an undercover operative, the handlers would face the blow severely and the CO would possibly end a lifetime work against Yingzi by arresting the man with little to no evidence.
He straightened up, sighing. The man, Yingzi, was a cruel, volatile, and violent man. The only way to ever interest him was with those who were equally ruthless and brilliant. That was the problem with finding successful operatives capable of gaining his attention. They often cowered at the tasks Yingzi would most be interested in watching them accomplish. Anyone of his 49ers or blue lanterns could throw red paint on store fronts when demanding money or knife someone to death to make a point, but what Yingzi was truly interested in were those who had presence. Those who brilliance and cunning were attune with their vicious abilities.
Now he didn't doubt Yan, but he wondered if she had what it took to get close to Yingzi. To even catch his attention to get into his house and his possessions. Dozens of operatives had been sent into the Triad, some had swapped sides, and some had died. He was not sure which one of those Yan would be, but he hoped for the best for her. As he resumed his position behind his desk, he looked at Yan. "I've set up a meeting for you with Xie Wujing. He will be at Aberdeen Harbor between Aberdeen and Ap Lei Chau. He will be able to give you details about the inner workings of the Triad. Keep your head down, officer," Teng spoke, great concern seeping into his voice. "And most importantly, good luck."
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2016 21:53:10 GMT -5
He had never had a habit of pulling his punches, but even as he looked at her, he felt a twinge of sympathy to end things quickly. His plan was simple and the execution would have to be fast. He would wait for her to throw another punch, catch her arm in a joint lock, and knock her unconscious with one strong blow to the head. However, his plan was thrown off course by the sound of footsteps ascending the building, and for the briefest of moments, their eyes met with a different emotion fueling the fire behind them. He spotted fear instead of the rage and determination from a split second earlier and his features softened as he glanced outside down towards the street. Two cars, both unmarked and rather good vehicles.
He could tell almost immediately that her mind was going blank. She had no idea what to do and was looking for some course of action. Hissing softly, he glared at her harshly so that she would understand the importance of what he was impressing upon her. "Get down behind cover," he spoke without room for argument as he ducked behind the wall on the other side of the door. It wasn't exactly his idea of cover, and if the spray of bullets were directed down instead of up, he would wind up something along the lines of swiss cheese, but he was willing to make a calculated guess.
Immediately, he removed a revolver from his suit, understanding that this would be a shoot out before he glanced at his unarmed partner. Sighing in disbelief, he couldn't quite imagine what Hugo saw in Natalia. She was skilled, yes. Skilled enough to inflitrate S.A.F.E without raising bells of suspicion in the recruiting agents, but she wasn't experienced and most importantly she made mistakes that would cost her her life in a blink of an eye. Taking the brief moments before the MI6 broke into the building, he place his revolver onto the ground and slid it to her before pulling out his secondary revolver.
The doors crashed open without so much of a second warning and he kept his head low and his breathing steady. A steady heart rate impressed calmness upon an individual which lead to a clear mind. Fear was not the enemy and at times the adrenaline could be useful. However, to him, this was not a battle to be fought with instincts but rather with cunning. There were five, from the sound of the footsteps, and only two of them. And between the two of them, 12 bullets along with his additional 12 bullets on the clip he carried, that made a total of twenty four bullets. He hoped she wasn't half a bad shot.
Sighing quietly, he closed his eyes briefly as a storm of bullets flew by overhead and pierced holes through the walls and windows alike. Then, there was a moment of silence and the ringing from the loud ricochet of bullets stopped as the MI6 slowly made their way into the building. They would soon realize they had failed to kill their target, and it was best he and Natalia acted first. Glancing across the doorway at her, he signaled to her to wait. Grabbing a coin from within his jacket, he allowed the MI6 footsteps to come to a halt as they were, without a doubt, looking around the building. Rolling the coin across the ground and towards them, he hoped the noise would be of some distraction to them. Without a second warning he gave he a signal to go. It was best to get a count for where the other agents were before trying to shoot for them, but he fired off a warning round back to disorientate them and keep them from attacking back. From his observation, three on the left and two on the right. There was, of course, a way to shoo their way of this one. But also, as he looked around, a way to escape.
If they had adequate suppression fire and a good distraction that left the other agents cowering, they could, in theory, slip through the window and down the fire escapes and onto the streets. From there, they would have to get to his car first and then attempt to lose the MI6.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 7, 2016 0:37:57 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - It all went by so quickly that it left her reeling. 'Ghost' stopped the fight as he too realised the danger outside, and for a moment, she had frozen when he had ducked under the cover and it was only his order that had her ducking against the other side of the door. She didn't know what she was going to do to defend herself when her weapons were literally on the other side of the room. Even if she got out alive she wasn't ever going to see them again, was she?
Natalia had watched Al out of the corner of her eye, saw him pull the weapon and for half a moment felt a spike of fear. She was a sitting duck right here and he could off her now and offer her up to MI6 on a silver platter. She stared at him and she was floored when the gun slid over to her. And for half a second, a split moment she wanted to kill him, she could now, but she squashed the thought and turned her attention back to the door. Killing this man would achieve nothing. She would still be killed (or worse) by MI6, and she would also be killing the person who obviously wanted to help her. Then again, he could just be doing this to save his own ass and kill her after this new enemy was taken down. Natalia didn't know, and it scared her senseless.
The gun was in her hand now and as she felt a flash of confidence as she quickly checked the bullets and the cocking system. Although not her preferred weapon, she could use this to save her skin. The sudden crash and rain of bullets made her jump slightly and she silently scolded herself for not expecting it. She turned her attention to Al and saw him signal to wait, and although she was scared to her wits end by the man, he did give her the gun.
She mirrored his movements, cocking the gun as she did so, however, the movement made her ribs ache, but she grit her teeth and ignored the pain. It wouldn't do much for her if she was only focusing on not moving, rather than staying alive. In the few seconds that she had to take in the other people in the room, she had raised the gun to the agent closest to her. She was used to having to take situations in quickly, and the weapon in her hand helped to ground her, as terrified as she may be, it was familiar. It was because of her injury that her shot was slightly pulled to the side and rather than hitting the person that she was aiming for in the head, she got them in the shoulder.
Natalia ducked back behind the wall she was behind, half leaning on it as she waited. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 7, 2016 1:25:14 GMT -5
The agent went down quickly to the gunshot, falling behind cover and his partner following soon behind to help staunch the bleeding. Alphonse had to give it to the girl, she was a quick shot and not half bad. Considering, for the most part, that had emptied a lot of their magazine into the walls, he was willing to bet, if he peeked - and this was a bad idea in most cases, this one considered - they would fire, and eventually one of them would run out of bullets forcing him to reload and giving them a window of opportunity. Though, that said, he would hate to have to murder these men in order to get out of here. He chuckled at the though. Oh, who was he kidding.
Poking his head out from cover, he pulled it back the immediate second as a bullet chipped the location where his head was just a heartbeat ago. Well that was close. Raising his gun, he closed his eyes, thinking briefly. What did he carry on his personnel again? Coins... Lots of coins. Good for distraction in a silent area, but not so much a firefight. Next. Knife. Given the circumstances, they were a room too far to use it to its full potential. Flask? Equally useless. Pens? What was he even thinking? Lighter? Nope.
Hmm, well that meant there was no better option than a fire fight. Sneakily, he popped his head back out and fired a shot as another bullet rang before he hid behind cover. The next time that happened, he heard a -click- midst all the gunfire, a soft and humble sound, but a pleasant sound to his ears all the same. That meant, much to his own pleasure, there were only two problems to worry about instead of three and this time - he stayed exposed for a brief moment longer, actually firing off a shot that sent one of the men down. It seemed, from what he could remember, to hit the chest - hopefully it was something important. One could dream big.
That was two down, and three to go. He looked across at Natalia and wondered, if amongst all this chaos, she was thinking of turning the gun against him. That would be horribly unfortunate for the both of them. Now if there was... oh, well that was quite foolish of him. "You have a bottle?" He yelled across the room to his temporary ally-not ally. A home-cooked molotov cocktail was always a good escape method alongside a handful of C-4 and an assortment of things that went boom. Though he wasn't exactly packed for the bomb-and-flee occasion, his flask did contain alcohol and well... this building was quite flammable. Simple was as simple was. This was their escape method, now only if she could provide...
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 7, 2016 1:40:04 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Natalia didn't know what to make of the question and she turned to look at him exasperatedly. "Not on me!" She called back, peeking out once to get a look at where the agents were that were trying to take them down. A bullet cut into the plaster just after she pulled her head in. The three remaining had taken cover.
She looked over at Al, and then back at the bedside table. She wasn't much of a drinker, and most of the time, whatever she drank was watered down or had so little alcohol content that it really couldn;t be considered a 'drink'. She looked back at Al and then nodded to the bedside table, which she was closer to - there was a half empty bottle of Apple Cider. "I have one in there." She told him, but that table just happened to be in the view of the three gunmen that were left. She knew, that being closer, she would be the one to get it - she could get her blades too if it went well (when do things ever do).
Another few bullets struck her side of the wall and she quickly reached out a blindly shot where she had seen one of the men from before. She retreated her arm and pressed against the wall again, sinking down a bit lower. If she was fast she could get the bottle, and if her assumtion of what 'Ghost' was going to do was right, she may have enough time to get her blades before the place went up.
That was, assuming that she didn't get shot full of holes while getting it. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 7, 2016 1:51:01 GMT -5
"I'll lay some cover for you, grab it quick," he responded as he nodded to her as he took position by the door and shot at the agents' cover, causing them to duck back behind it in order to avoid the hail of bullets. He just hoped she moved quick enough for them to not realize that he was firing four bullets at them. Though, he supposed, he could just throw his balisong at them if it came to that.
He kept firing the bullets as the agents kept their heads down to keep their lives. What a smart decision, though very soon - they would come to regret staying behind cover. After all, from what he had heard, burning alive was the worser alternative between getting shot and dying from hypoxia when the carbon dioxide in the air outplacing the oxygen while they were also suffering from horrific burns.
As he peppered the sofa the men were hiding behind with new holes, and quickly reloading his revolver in a practiced motion while staying out of cover to give Natalia time to work, he thought about where to toss the molotov cocktail. The sofa would be a nice splash and the fire would only grow from there. And if these men were smart, they would work out how to escape giving him and Natalia time to leave. If they were not, well, they would pursue and things would take a turn for ugly for them.
The next bullet, much to his amusement and luck, hit the painting behind the sofa which crashed to the ground. Bulls-eyes, he supposed, considering he wasn't aiming for a target since none of them were peeking. Hopefully Natalia was moving fast because as far as he was concerned, he had three bullets before this round ran out and he would have to stop to reload a second time. This time, he somehow suspected they would not be so kind as to wait for him during their moment of hesitation. They had not known he had run out of bullets the first time because he had fired four, but if he fired off six this time - oh they'd know.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 7, 2016 3:12:06 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - bleh post. Sorry x3 - ROLEPLAY - Natalia had been surprised at the offer of cover and had shot away from the wall the moment that Al stepped out. She didn't wait as she scooped up the bottle, but hesitated for a second, considering on grabbing her blades while she was on this side of the room. They were in the draw - she could just grab them ...
The sound of the painting hitting the floor snapped her out of her reverie and she slammed open the draw, grabbed out the knife sheath and left her gun there. In the spur of the moment, she would always rather have her blades than her gun - it wasn't her gun anyway, really. She jumped across the room just as Al was considering his reload. "Got it." She told him, placing the knifebelt down on the ground. She glanced out at the room at the position down on the ground and fired two shots herself, just to keep them down while Al was recovering and reloading. "Thank you." She said sincerly as she showed him the bottle. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Nov 8, 2016 4:26:33 GMT -5
[It's really fine, I've got exams so I've been busy studying! And i'm sorry mine turned out to be so long, I really didn't intend it to be whoops!]
It was a relief to now she would be starting immediately, fearing if she had a night or two to mull it over then she would probably get too much into her own head. Not in the sense that she would chicken out and suddenly become too scared to go through with the mission, but more so that she would become so wrapped up in things before they had already begun that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with what was right and what was wrong. It was a good thing that she’d managed to get enough sleep, otherwise it was going to be a long stretch ahead of her. Yan continued to nod to show she was listening throughout her instructions. While not familiar so much with most of Hong Kong, she did actually know where the Aberdeen Harbor was. It wasn’t going to be too much trouble for her to make her way there on her own, to get things started. She would be lying if she said there wasn’t a hint on anticipation bubbling in the pit of her stomach. “Thank you, sir,” she said as she wished her good luck, but inwardly she thought to herself that it was going to take a lot more than luck for her to complete this mission. “I’ll do my best.” There was certainly a lot at stake her, and Yan was determined to not throw it away. This was her big chance, all her hard work and experience had led her to this moment. While she’d never anticipated her chance to come in the form of an undercover assignment to pose as a Triad initiate, it still had the same value. If she was to succeed, she would be making Hong Kong a better place, which was a step in the right direction of making the world a better place. All you had to do was knock out one of the pillars and the whole establishment could come falling down. She had to admit, that thought satisfied her a little. “Thank you,” Yan said softly once more, enunciating the words with a grateful nod as she rose from her seat. She gathered up the materials she’d been given, already trying to get a feel for this new persona, this new person that she had to become. Yan had always like to play house and pretending games as a child, and it didn’t seem like such a life threatening or career changing job when she considered it like that. Yan left the office without a verbal farewell, mind too occupied with the specifics of the mission she was already running through. She had been placed with a temporary office, which looked more like a box really, as a place to store any of the things that could identify her as an officer. She’d made sure to bring as little material objects as possible, knowing that even a photo of her with her grandfather in his uniform, or one of her pins could give her identity away to someone with a keen eye and a suspicious streak a mile wide. Stepping into the office she placed the packets of information on the table. She fished out her own wallet, a little battered around the edges, and replaced all the IDs and cards she had in there with the ones she’d been given under Liao Jingyi. Having the little space meant that her things would be safe, too. She ran quickly through the information again in one last read-through before putting it all to rest. Most of this stuff she wouldn’t have to memorise, aside from the basic. It would be later, when she spun tall tales on the spot would be when she had to pay attention to keep her story straight. She’d also kept a change of clothes in her office so that in the case that she had been sent out immediately, she wouldn’t have to detour. Yan certainly couldn’t turn up as she was now, in pressed, professional attire. While not expensive, she was supposed to be a recent graduate. She needed to look, well, less like an officer and more like a regular person. A friend had practically dragged her out shopping before she had left for the assignment in an amusing coincidence, complaining that Yan always dressed so plainly even outside of work. The timing had been good, she supposed. Yan hurriedly changed, pulling on casual wear and folding her work clothes into a neat stack. She made sure to grab the wallet, doing one last check to make sure she’d cleared everything, before heading out. Even though Cao hadn’t explicitly said for her to go now, she assumed that when he’d said she started immediately that she would have to go down to the harbor as soon as possible. Finding her way there was easy enough, as she’d expected. It was a little colder out than she’d expected, and wrapped her arms around herself to keep a little bit warmer. As she’d made her way over to the harbor she had tried to keeping the image of Wujing from the file in her mind, but it hadn’t been the clearest of pictures. She stood around trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, while also trying to keep an eye out for the man who was supposed to be her connection.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 28, 2017 3:01:31 GMT -5
I deserve to rot for making both of u suffer LMAO
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 28, 2017 3:23:33 GMT -5
will respond soon...
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 28, 2017 5:44:38 GMT -5
He flashed her a smile as he accepted the bottle graciously, grateful that she following along to his instructions. Nothing could be worse than having someone who refused to listen to actual plans - and he had had his share of stubborn team members in his life time as a spy. "Good work," he offered. He found a compliment to somebody's abilities and handiwork got much farther than a thank you. "Give me some cover, this should be quick," he added hastily.
Dumping the contents of the bottle with one hand, he used his other hand to remove his flask from within his suit jacket. Popping open the suit, he sighed sadly as he lamented the loss of his Armand de Brignac Brut Rose Champagne but filled the bottle with it nonetheless. His next course of action was to pull out his balisong, using it to slice off a sizable chunk of cloth from the bedsheet. Stuffing it into the bottle filled with alcohol, he peeked his head around the corner.
He sure hoped they didn't mind things getting a little heated. Grinning, he removed his zippo lighter and lit the piece of cloth. Quickly dropping the zippo, he waited for a few seconds as the flame ate through the piece of cloth. It was getting dangerously close to the alcohol, and that was the exact moment he turned the corner and threw it at the sofa.
With a loud crack and splash, the alcohol sprayed over the sofa and the flames lapped greedily at the cloth - causing a fire to tear through the living space. The action was followed by surprised shouts from the MI6 agents who were quickly pulling back. This was definitely advantageous, but they would have to work quick to escape the burning room. "Come on, let's go," he called as he kept low but headed towards the window.
Cracking it open, he nodded to her. "Go out first, I'll be right behind you." He didn't quite trust her enough to give her his back. Especially considering he had saw the knives she had grabbed. That must have been her favored weapon. His eyes trailed back to the location where she had retrieved the bottle, and much to his dismay she had left his revolver there. If he worked quickly, he could allow her to leave first, grab his revolver, and track her down.
Hopefully after the events that had transpired, she would be more willing than before to come with him. If not, then he supposed brute force would have to do.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jan 28, 2017 6:16:42 GMT -5
- Natalia weighed her options at that point and she did as she was asked, making sure that Alphonse was covered when he threw the Molotov. She didn't know what his intention was with her but she knew that it probably wouldn't be good knowing what she had done to SAFE and MI6, but for now he wasn't trying to kill her (apart from the punch to the ribs before the MI6 ambush.
Natalia stepped over to the window, staying low like he had. She stared at him incredulously for a few seconds before she grumbled to herself in response and climbed out the window, carefully setting herself on the rusty old fire escape. She winced a little as it creaked, but it didn't move. She noticed that hs hadn't come out right after her and remembered the revolver. She hadn't meant to leave it on the bench, but all her focus at the time had been to get the bottle and to get the knives. She glanced at the window once more and made her move to get out. The room that she had been in was only on the second floor so it wasn't too difficult getting down onto the concrete alleyway below.
Natalia didn't know what to make of Al. She knew that with the two guns he had and that knife that he could have probably offed her the day he started to tail her - which although she wouldn't admit - she did notice a bit too late. She had been so paranoid by looking for anything relating to MI6 that she hadn't noticed him. He could have offered her in the room when she threw the punch, he could have not covered her when she went to get her knives and the bottle for him.
It could be some grand scheme however that he wanted to drag her somewhere he could off her silently. Dread filled her chest as she glanced back up at the window. She had lingered a little too long on her thoughts, and she moved away quickly towards the mouth of the alleyway. -
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