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Dropping more quietly than a cat, she entered the premise, scanning the area. She narrowed her eyes....
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Her eyes caught a wandering guard. He reached for something in his belt.
Frost quickly sent sharp iceclies at him, but a little too late.
"Damn." she muttered under her breath. He had set off the alarm. She leapt up to the roof where she had entered, only to find it sealed right as she reached. the hallways were cut off and all doors locked. She was trapped in. She prepared her whip. no doubt they would send in their men to deal with her. The metal barricade in front of her slid open to allow one person entrance and slid slowly back shut. The Mysterious man drew out his katana. She narrowed her eyes.

Crim sat on one of the tattered reclining chairs in the abandoned building in the slums, looking at everyone around her. There was more than a score of punks here, most of them mutants with little to no power, mostly bodily mutation that made them outcasts. Still, they were her colleagues, but you really never get to choose who you work with unless you’re at the top, and she wasn’t quite there yet. She raised a gloved hand and brushed hair from her face and with a sigh began to braid her dark brown locks, boredom quite evident by her blank expression. If only there was something to do, some moron to oppose The Dark Rose. Alas, she and Daverin had already made it quite clear that going against their group was futile and fatal. “Maybe... We should go out to play?” She didn’t speak very loudly, but everyone in the room turned their heads, smirking with their gaze upon her. Upon placing a hair band at the end of her braid she stood, stretched and look over to Daverin. “What do you think Thorn?”

(Wow it never clicked before Crimson Dawn and Crimson Rose. LoL oh well, just gives me a reason to get down and dirty.)

Crim smirked. She liked their name, for it made her feel special. Not only that but it sent shivers down her spine as she stood. She stretched her arms high above her, the sound of cracking joints clear in the silence as everyone awaited the order. “We’ll move out. Everyone without painful talents keep to vandalism, theft, and breaking things in general. Draw attention to yourselves, but stay together. It’s a pain having to run about to kill the pigs you draw to yourselves.”

She bent backwards, creating a perfect arc with her back as her palms touched the ground on the other side, and she began to twist. The cracking only got louder, and a normal person’s spine would have broken by now, if they were even able to do what she was doing in the first place. “Everyone with powers keep to mugging. Remember though, don’t kill anyone unless they wear a badge or show signs of being a threat. Killing people who could fill out pockets with goodies again just sounds stupid.” She straightened herself and gave the crowd an icy glare, seeing them still standing about. “You heard you’re orders, get moving!”

Crim made her way through the enthused crowd of Roses over to Daverin, and as she walked over she removed the black satin gloves that adorned her hands and arms up to her elbows. “I think we’ll keep an eye out for any members of this “Crimson Dawn”, and play with them a little if they show up.” A devilish grin formed upon her face.

Daverin ducked his head slightly, then slid down to the ground floor. "As you command," he said, "glad my information could be of help." He stood there a moment, mulling over something in his head for quite some time, and when he finally spoke, it was deliberately, choosing his words carefully.

"With all respect Crim," he said, his tone genuinely deferent, "it's been a while since we've really fought for anything; your name intimidates most of the scum that lurks the local haunts. This new group is tough, we may incur heavy losses. I would suggest a spy, someone to infiltrate their ranks. But then," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "my answer is usually some sort of espionage. Your thoughts?"

(Sorry this post isn’t very good. I’m weaning myself back into RP.)

Crim took a step forward, her chest touching Daverin’s as she looked up to his eyes. She spoke softly, as if there were others still in the room, those that were not meant to hear her words. “It’s a good idea. The less we lose the better, and I couldn’t risk the chance of actually losing to a group who shares a common bond with me, now can I?” She turned around quickly and began walking away. “Do what you must, just make sure that we’re prepared. It’s okay to lose a few of our more pathetic members, but I’d like to keep everyone alive who have proven themselves useful in the past.”

Daverin remained rooted, respectfully waiting for Crim to leave before he moved. Swiftly, he walked up the rotting staircase to his room, a small alcove positioned perfectly to watch the immediate area. A sniper rifle leaned against a thin window, a testament to the man's constant vigilance. Despite the posted guards, he was his own sentinel, ready for an attack.

The room was spartan, filled only with the bare necessities. The only exception was his sprawling bookcase, filled with hundreds of books, well loved and dogeared. A bible, handled to the point of near destruction, lay placently on his thin bed, waiting for him.

He patted it gently as he sat down, opening his laptop. Quickly, he scanned all of his e-mail accounts, checking up on his contacts and usual internet haunts. His current set-up was based through an internet casino account, remarkably anonymous and nearly untraceable. Besides, talking in poker slang was great fun.

After his usual routine, he leaned back, considering his options. He'd been given approval to use a spy, but picking the appropriate candidate was difficult. Approaching a potential or new member was the optimal course of action, but if he was refused, the entire organization would be tipped off as to his intentions.

Putting a spy in now, as a new recruit, would be least likely to backfire, but it had to someone they could trust, as well as someone low profile. He could disguise himself, but his powers were too well known.

He paused for an instant, staring out the window. Yes, his powers were too well known, but he did have the perfect physical disguise. Davarin fingered a small ring he wore, his eyes strangely distant. Slowly, he pulled it off, and his visual countenance changed. An extremely disfigured man, covered with scars stood in his place, examining himself in a dirty mirror.

Groaning, he put the ring back on, and his skin smoothed itself out, the scars vanishing. Unbeknowest to the rest, Davarin's first experience with his powers had left him seriously disfigured, something he kept a very careful secret. The ring had been a gift, for such easily recognized agents were no use to espionage.

He did have the best disguise and his disappearance wouldn't be questioned. Crim's second in command was known to vanish on secret missions often, and for extended periods of time. Since The Dark Rose had shown no hostility towards the organization, there would be no reason for them to expect infiltration.

There was only one problem to resolve. He had to prove that he was worthy of their attention. He needed to become admitted without revealing his powers. His fighting ability was mostly dependent upon his powers; without them he would be mediocre at best.

Of course, he had other talents. He stared at his laptop, chewing his lip thoughtfully. With a sudden burst of energy, he dove in, diving as deeply as he could into the organization's system. Unfortunately, they were well protected against hackers; probing much further would reveal someone was looking.

Daverin pulled up a second laptop, a clean fresh one that he'd purchased under an assumed identity, one he'd stolen from a young man who'd died in an industrial accident. It'd taken a great deal of money, but he'd managed to convince the doctor that "Ryan Douglas" hadn't really died, just been horribly maimed.

"Time for Ryan's resurrection," he muttered, again diving into the organization's system. This time however, he pushed in, letting his computer be detected. The tracers would probably investigate (this was a government website after all), but only find young Ryan.

After making his hacking completely obvious, he sat back, pondering. It would be obvious to them that someone had been trying to spy on them, and their interest would be piqued. It was only a matter of time before they sent someone to Ryan's listed address, but whether they'd lock him up or employ him was unknown. However, if they were as desperate for recruits as his agents told him they were, they would take him in. It would be difficult, but if he played his cards right, he was sure he could do it.

He logged onto his other computer, writing a quick e-mail to Crim. "The wheels are in motion," he typed, "if all goes well, an agent will be placed within their ranks. Expect weekly reports on all progress, to be mailed at to this address. Show no aggression to the group, give them no reason to suspect anything has changed."

After finishing he stood up, tucking his second laptop under his arm, departing quickly. He left the other behind; couldn't risk having the more delicate information detected. There were ways to find everything on a computer, every key stroke, every site visited, everything, and it was better not to test their intelligence.

Soon, he relaxed in Ryan's apartment, waiting patiently for the next development. He briefly wondered if he should bake cookies for the feds, then decided to watch some bad tv instead.

(I'll be waiting ^^)