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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:20 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 9:28 am
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"Well, I'm busy. You know how it is", Kyrell said in reply, letting the man muss his hair. It looked far less shiny than before now that no royal stylist was caring for it. It had grown a little longer than appropriate too but he had not the time to cut it himself. He then pointed at the map. "Here. There are some Helmshirish civilians here. Intel has it that Diethelm plans to arrest them unjustly. We need to evacuate them before the designated time arrives but first, we have to find out how many they are, what disguises and false names we can procure and whether we can switch them with Diethelmians. Whichever would be safer", he said, resting his chin on his hand in thought. Zil had passed (or was simply planning to) Shadow's apartment, having been waiting the entire time to meet with Dustin. He didn't know what was wrong with him but after jamming the signal of the entire area for no reason, he sat back and relaxed in Shadow's place, using the key she had once given him. He couldn't believe his ears. Someone had triggered the trip wire he always avoided when going through the door (he often went through the window). His comm (this new one being a one-way communication device for jamming networks/signals and using his own input) was vibrating in his pocket. 'I know', he thought to himself, mentally hushing that blasted thing.
The now-feared assassin thought he was finally going mad. Shadow's voice, the busy moving about in the other room. This was all too much. Curiosity took him and he rose from his spot, opening the door to find a long-haired teen in his midst. He stopped, not knowing whether to ignore her and leave, asked why she had gone or anything like that. But now he had been seen. He remained nonchalant but the color had gone from his face as though he had seen a ghost.
A secret police officer had asked one of the passing military men what the commotion was all about and within minutes, he was back at base and were also mobilizing before Monica had even the chance to look at her phone (which was left on her table). Monica returned with a cup of coffee in her hands and checked her messages, now knowing that her troops are rallying themselves even without her expressed command. They were pretty much autonomous and had common sense so Monica didn't really worry about it. She was more concerned with what happened. She called Jian back. "Chief general. What's going on? Before I got back, an officer of mine said the absolute leader was sent to the hospital"
((OOC: ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 9:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 9:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:43 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:45 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:59 am
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Kyrell nodded at what Rafael said. He knew this too. Operations had been ongoing for most of half a year now and the organization already existed before Kyrell even tagged along. He looked over the map once more and noted, "But we just did three rescues and relocations in that area over the past month. I'm sure they've raised their guard and we're running out of donors and protectors in that area." He then moved his pointer finger over to an area closer to Verillia and Montinagua. "However, in this area, we've done several surveillances and the security seems rather lax except on the border. Some Verillians and Montinaguans are still going at it with the gang wars, so it seems. The Montinaguans especially are warm-hearted and brotherly folk. I'm sure more than a few will step up to become benefactors. Though it hasn't been done yet, I think it's worth a shot." He looked up to Rafael again. "Never seen her", Zil said, showing him his fake ID and they let him through. He breathed a heavy sigh. This was all pointless after all. All for nothing. He was secretly glad that she was fine and his head repeated 'Good riddance' but his heart ached. He ignored it. It always did. He slowly began unjamming the signals as he stepped out, watching the chaos of soldiers and secret police officers going about, looking here and there. He took the back streets to avoid them, as usual.
((OOC: Probably did but like I mentioned, he doesn't feel it his place to ask. After all, there's nothing between them. They're not even workmates anymore ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:02 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:07 am
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In the backstreets, some of the officers from earlier found Zil who walked at a leisurely pace even as they blocked the path in front of him. "You're under arrest", they called, coming forward to arrest him as he slowed to a stop. Just as they drew close and formed a circle around him, Zil had unbuttoned his black trench coat and drew out a long dagger akin in features to a katana except substantially shorter. The battle was quick and fairly one-sided with Zil maximizing the use of the blade, blunt side and hilt of his weapon with efficiency and speed. When he finished, his right hand was on the hilt and the other holding the back side of the dagger level with his eyes. With a quick motion, he flicked the blade to his side, shaking off the excess blood. "Fair enough", he said to himself, walking away, sheathing his weapon. It would soon get really bloody so he was heading towards the warehouses -- safehouses as some would call them.
((OOC: ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:21 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:53 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 11:14 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 2:48 pm
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