|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 2:21 am
|
|
|
|
"Geez! You two sound like I can't hear you guys talking!" Zil said, quite displeased with what the twins said about another camera. There were four more in the room but only one was working now and the other three were shut down to prevent any signal intercepting device from finding them -- In case the twins had one of those. Zil sat back and decided to listen to them talk for a while. He'd cut down on the commentaries too.
Monica sighed, putting a hand to her forehead before running it through her hair. She received the summons from the absolute leader via text. And here she thought she had an excuse to not see those men who seem to be complicating her life instead of making it easier as she had originally planned. She looked to the secret police ranks that were now squatting - arms all parallel to the ground and knees half bent uniformly, as though they were all robots programmed the exact same way. They were awaiting the next drill in the physical training that Monica was conducting. They may be secret police but some legs were already trembling as they awaited their chief to finish reading the text. Regular soldiers would be standing at ease or at attention at this time but their training was very different - merciless. Monica addressed them, "Something has come up so we'll have to cut this session short. Don't rejoice just yet. The next session will be double the time" She then nodded and said, "Up!" and all of them stood at attention at almost the exact same time. She then continued, "First row, fall out! You have thirty minutes water break. Change out of your uniforms. The rest, dismissed!" With one final salute, the chief of secret police walked out of the training room. As soon as they heard the sound of the door closing, they broke lines and the first row hurried to do what their chief said. Meanwhile, Monica changed quickly and got into her car after being made up and changed into her disguise. One of the secret police that acted mainly as her bodyguard opened the door for her, playing chauffeur once again.
((OOC: ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:22 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 6:51 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:27 pm
|
|
|
|
((I donno. I heard something about this new assistant of his from Aya. ))
Shadow also got ready. She wore a dark violet wig as well as an unusual but sophisticated outfit. It was suitable for both fancy events and for clean get-aways. She wasn't taking any chances with this.
After a few hours, Jian returned to base exhausted after carrying out Damien's orders. The workers were compensated and sent home. The officers who betrayed them were left in the experimental room, and were ordered to signal the executioners when they were ready. Afterwards, he faxed the results to Damien, feeling dirty inside. Still, as dirty as he felt, he felt it partly justified for the innocent lives they were trying to take.
"Welcome back Chief General." One of the officers (the hot officer who Damien called to his officer the day before) said as he saluted.
"Thank you." Jian replied.
"Pardon me for asking, sir, but are you alright? You look a bit pale." The officer continued.
"I'm just a bit tired, thank you." Jian muttered.
"Perhaps you should take a break in the infirmary. I'll inform the head office for you."
"No thank you. I have to give a full report in..." Jian muttered, then stopped, starting to breath a little more heavily.
"Sir, I really think you should..." The officer continued when suddenly, Jian began to collapse. The officer caught Jian and looked him over. "Ch-Chief General!? Are you alright?" The officer asked in a slight panic as he slowly let him onto the ground.
"I... should be fine..." Jian muttered weakly.
"He has a fever. You, help me carry him to the infirmary. You, contact the head office and inform them that the chief general is ill!" The soldier commanded as Jian was carried to the infirmary.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:40 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:23 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:24 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:02 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:49 am
|
|
|
|
Zil was quiet for a moment before breaking into an unconscious, "Oh, dear God..." as he remembered his father's worsening state just right after their mother died, giving birth to the youngest child and how he was on the verge of abusing him and his siblings violently before his own death about two years later. How love robs a man of his sanity... Not that Zil was any different. After all, he is known to lose his sanity and go wild in the battlefield every time in memory of his beloved.
Monica was still sitting at the back of the limo, travelling to the club, when a text message bothered her. She read it aloud rather monotonously and softly, "Chief general... Fever.. infirmary" News moved around rather fast and as soon as developments occurred, the first to be informed always was the chief of secret police. She widened her eyes a little and shook her head muttering, "He's been working too hard"
((OOC: Ahahaha! Is that so~? Lulz!! It's more an appearance-based thing that age-based. XP Would I make a character, he'd probably be 21 with incredibly girly features ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 11:25 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:04 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:30 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:51 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:27 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|