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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:27 am
Selene caught the briefcase with ease, setting the hard pack down beside her feet – still waiting to allow herself the opportunity to readily access her weapons if necessary. Despite the Jason’s clear emotional and potentially mental instability, the woman wasn’t about to lower her guard in the presence of unfamiliar players in the long waging war, especially not when coupled with un-surveyed surroundings. Although she wouldn’t openly admit it the Intel they had just gained could come to prove useful in discerning a weakness in their adversary or allow for the generating of ideas they could employ to their advantage. When time permitted Selene would ensure the various facts and figures were thoroughly combed, checked and rechecked; not wishing to miss a single detail that could prove useful.
“I can assure you that I am not your late wife” Selene replied, the earlier sharpness dissipating from her tone in favour of a softer, more gentle note. Although she didn’t lower her gaze from the man as he spoke of his personal tragedy, there was a obvious and distinct change within her visage; deep chestnut orbs mirroring his pain and heartache, a feeling that she too knew well. The revelation that his deceased wife was near upon identical to Selene served to explain the earlier shock the men had exhibited, but also caused Selene to wonder if there was perhaps a genetic link between herself and this woman or whether their similarity was just a coincidence. As the man entered the park vehicle the vampiress decided that it would be a question for a later time, or perhaps something she could investigate for herself.
Taking the piece of paper from the second man, Selene folded the scrap over itself and deposited it within her pocket; the walkie talkie clipped to her belt a moment later. She nodded in reply to his question, hardly having intended upon visiting their stronghold in the first place; even if the circumstances had called for it. “What weapons and ammunition can you supply? Surely you are aware of the uniqueness of the bullets and munitions that will be required?” Selene queried, mildly concerned that the men might be unable to cater for their needs or that there could be significant delays in receiving the desired weaponry.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:35 am
The man smirked. "we can supply you with whatever small arms you will need, along with UV rounds, and silver nitrate rounds." He said, thinking about the various weaponry they had been cleared to give. He let out a small chuckle when he remembered what the Gunny's list had said:'Everything.'. "so, I can get you whatever you need. If you know what you need now, I can call it in when we get to base, and you'll have the weapons by tomarrow." He said, eyeing her weaponry. Pistols. He couldn't help but grin, the things held maybe a 9mm bullet. He looked to her friend, and saw no visible weaponry, which somewhat confirmed that he was a Hybrid...
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:50 pm
“Ammunition, as much as you can part with without arousing too much suspicion” Selene quickly replied as the offer was posed. Most of those who were sheltering within the lycan den had weapons of their own, needing only a reserve supply of bullets for their arms to prove them useful in combat. “We have need of firearms, preferable small and easy to conceal but that still pack a punch; reserve stocks are limited and retrieving them from safe houses has become too risky” the vampiress added, following Bill’s line of sight as the man regarded her weaponry. Shooting the man a warning look, Selene pulled her jacket tighter around her frame to conceal the weapons that rested against her hips. “Is there a problem?” Selene asked, crossing her clothed arms and quirking an eyebrow.
Michael had been considerably quieter since Jason has spoken of the passing of his wife, the talk causing old and new pain to resurface within the man’s heart. Although it had been years, and in spite of his love and adoration for Selene, Samantha, his feelings for her and the pain of her death, still held a place within Michael’s heart. He had been devastated when she had been killed, frustrated by his then inability to aid in the preservation of her life, and had escaped to Budapest to try and outrun the pain; but it always seemed to be close at his heels. Recent events with his sister had brought the old feelings back, the powerlessness, the pain and the guilt; and Jason’s talk hadn’t helped the hybrid. Were all those with skill, power, doomed to be unable to help those they loved?
“Why are you helping us?” Michael asked, crystalline gaze shifting from Bill to Jason. “What can you hope to gain, aside from more pain?” His second question was directed squarely at Jason, spoken loud enough to ensure the man would hear.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:07 pm
Bill smiled at her. "I was merely observing your current weaponry, and to my knowledge those pistols are light arms, no more than a nine milimeter." he said, drawing his own pistol for her to look at. The weapon was only slightly larger than the ones she currently carried(about the size of the machine pistols Selene carries) and was identical to Jason's own sidearm. He held it out for her to inspect, flicking the safety on and twirling the weapon expertly so that the grip faced her. "That is a forty-five caliber semi-automatic pistol, only slightly larger, but with much more power than those that you carry now." he said, watching the Hybrid ask Jason why they were helping them, and turning his attention back to Selene. "as for the ammunition, we can give you as much as you can store. The US government realizes that we may be spending hundreds of boxes of ammo a day on the vampires and or lycans, so that's not an issue. About the weapons, How many will be needing them? I only ask to know how many to supply, I have the perfect weapon in mind..." He said, the smirk coming back.
Jason lit one of his cigarettes, and stepped out of the Humvee. He took a large drag on the thing, and looked the man straight in the eyes, almost as if looking into the man's soul. "If I help you," he said, blowing out a large cloud of smoke, his voice calm, his words cold. "Then I might find the son of a b***h that killed my family. I might be able to Save countless lives. I might be able to finally sleep at night knowing that I did the right thing." His voice became colder, softer, and more detatched as he stepped closer to Micheal. "I might be able to help you save her." He said, his voice now almost a whisper as he stepped even closer, His eyes holding something other than simple human emotion, something known to few other than the dead. This was a rage known only to the few who have nothing left, the few people who already seem dead, but aren't...
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 1:44 am
Nodding her head briefly to confirm that his knowledge was indeed correct; Selene’s expression reflecting how unimpressed she was with Bill’s gun-totting antics. Taking the weapon being offered to her, casting a wary glance to Michael as he spoke, the vampiress examined the arm with a practiced and careful eye. Testing the weight of the deadly object within her palms, Selene lifted the gun higher and aimed toward a nearby trash can as she sighted down the barrel. She would have to take his word about the power of the weapon; their location far to public to risk squeezing off a few rounds. Lowering the gun, Selene flicked the safety switch back into position before she offered the pistol back to Bill. “Fourteen at the least” the ebony-haired vampire replied after a moment of silence, during which she performed a quick mental addition. “Enough to ensure that there will be enough replacement weapons; and a few left in storage” Selene elaborated, brow furrowing as she noted Bill’s smirk. Cocking her head to the side and smirking in return, the vampire silently queried what this ‘perfect’ weapon might be.
Unable to veil his countenance with the same degree of skill as Selene, Michael’s face slackened as Jason eluded to his sister; at least he assumed the military officer was referring to Alex. “What do you know?” the man demanded, voice coming out as a low growl as he stepped closer to Jason. The hybrid held little care about Jason’s earlier reasoning’s, although he would be sure to dwell upon them later; concerned now with discovering what the man knew about Alexandra. Despite the fierceness in his tone, Michael’s sapphire eyes faltered in the face of the silent rage in Jason’s orbs, the darkness that reflected his loss and his desire for revenge.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:01 am
Bill took the weapon and slid it back into it's holster, then nodded. "would you like a few of these, so that you can get more familiar with the weapon?" he asked, cocking his head a bit. This was the first time she had smiled in their presence, but bill sensed that he would not see another smile from her but on the rarest occasions. He thought about the weapon he had in mind, the FP-90, a very small weapon, coming in at just under 3/4 of a foot in length, but with a 50 round clip of 5.70caliber rounds, he knew she wouldn't be dissapointed.
Jason held his gaze at Micheal's eyes, taking another drag of the cig. "I know that they have her, at the mansion. I know that she is very important to you, but I do not know, however, who she is." he blew the smoke out, and glanced at Selene out of the corner of his eye, but his gaze fell quickly back onto the hybrid. "so, who is she?" he asked, noting the eyes, before they changed. The same eyes as the girl that the men had seen dragged into the mansion...
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 11:47 pm
Straightening once more, smirk receding; Selene considered the offer for a brief moment before nodding. Although she would more then likely continue to use her Beretta’s, comfortable with their reliability in spite of their lack of power, there was now harm familiarising herself with another weapon – especially if there were a chance that she could encounter it across the battlefield. “Can we still expect drop off within the day?” Selene asked, tone returning to its cold and business like manner. The sooner this deal was done the better, allowing for the focus to return once more to their current priority which was the safe retrieval of Alexandra from Markus’s hands. “Preferably at a secure location” the vampiress quickly added, casting a disdainful glance around the busy and suspect surroundings. Deals with the military were risky enough without adding the potential to arose the suspicions of local law enforcement officers to the mix, and Selene and her allies couldn’t afford to split their focus when it came to Markus.
At the low growl from Michael, Selene’s attention shifted instantly from Bill to her companion and Jason. “Michael…?” she said softly, placing a gentle but firm hand upon the hybrid’s lower arm.
The man’s nonchalant attitude aggravated Michael, believing the officer could show some semblance of human emotion and empathy despite knowing little about the situation. Spurred on by his anger, Michael felt the burgeoning power of his hybrid blood well within him; guilt and sorrow giving way to pent up anger and frustration. Upon his slackened hands the nails lengthened and darkened, eyes blackening and teeth beginning to sharpen; it was then that a silken and familiar voice spoke his name, a coolness cutting through the heated flesh of his arm. Almost as rapidly as they had began, the markers of Michael’s hybrid status faded until he resembled the man he had moments before. “My sister” he finally answered, sounding worn and defeated. “What makes you think you can help her?” Michael asked, words sighing past his lips.
((Ohh and just as a note, Alexandra went willingly with Markus; believing that he would be able to help her get the old Michael back. She doesn’t know what Markus is, or that she is surrounded by vampires; nor is she aware of Michael being a hybrid or about lycans.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:01 pm
Bill's hand twitched in the direction of his sidearm, but remained at his side. He nodded, his eyes locking onto Micheal. "Yes, where would the best place to transfer the arms be?" he asked, his eye's still fixed on Micheal.
The man made no move towards his sidearm, but instead he had unsheathed his silver combat knife, the blade twirling expertly a moment later as he slid it back into its sheath. His tone became slightly softer, but he remained 'calm'. "You forget, then, that I am a milityary officer?" he asked, shaking his head. "I have 28 men would would be more than happy to help your sister, as would I, if you accept my help." he said, glancing at Selene. He hoped that this gesture would redeem himself in their eyes, and also, that it meant breaking into the mansion. Jason had a bone to pick with the vampires, and his hunger for revenge would only be fed by one thing: The death of the thing that had murdered his family...
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:37 am
Shooting Bill a warning glance and reaching toward her arms with her free hand, Selene felt the tinges of relief as Michael calmed and returned to his human form. Although the transformation had only been brief and incomplete, the vampiress could feel the lingering power creeping across her skin; even know that feeling still unnerved her. Allowing the question to linger in the air for a moment, in favour of keeping a watchful eye on Michael, Selene’s hand remained upon the hybrid’s arm as her chestnut gaze moved back to Bill. “Szoborpark, southwest of the city” the woman instructed, familiar with the park as she had witnessed several lycan arms transactions there previously. “Tomorrow night, after dark, midnight?” Selene queried, eager to conclude their business for the night and return to the den.
“I haven’t forgotten” Michael replied in the same low, conquered tone; sorrowful eyes hidden in the shadow of his sandy locks. “But it is more complicated then it seems. Alex went…” Michael paused; the next words difficult to speak. “She went willingly” he choked out, voice a bare whisper. “Going in, with all those men, would only drive her further away. She can be incredibly stubborn when her mind is made up” Michael continued, a brief smile appearing on his lips at recalling such fond images of his sister.
“Such an action would be suicide” Selene interjected coldly, fixing a hard glare on Jason. “Markus is powerful; you’re underestimating that if you think 28 men will be enough to ensure his defeat, or to safely retrieve Alexandra. Markus would sooner…” Selene trailed off, assuming that Jason and Bill would fill in the blanks she had left. The topic of Alexandra was a touchy one and, although she was sure that Michael knew, the vampiress couldn’t bring herself to voice the lingering alternatives that hung in the air.
“You shouldn’t be so eager for revenge” Selene pick-up a moment later, continued to watch Jason closely. “Especially against the entire coven when it is likely only one individual is responsible; not all vampires are the monsters you believe them to be”. Selene had learnt this lesson the hard way, responsible for the death of thousands of innocent lycans in her century’s long quest for vengeance.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 2:53 pm
Bill nodded, and turned his gaze back to Selene. "Allright, a squad will meet you there." he said, looking to her hand, placed near her firearm.
Jason smirked, and shook his head. "Selene, I've killed countless vampires single handedly, and so has each of my men. We aren't regular soldiers, as you would have found out, had he attacked me." he said, flicking his cigarette away. "Besides, this Markus, he can be killed, I'm sure." He paused, glancing at Micheal before looking back to her. "but I won't risk him killing the girl, this Alex." he said, looking back at the hummer, which was emitting a quiet string of curses. He cursed loudly, then sprinted to the vehicle, and turned the COM up.
"Sergeant Major! We're under attack!" A man yelled into the mic, with gunfire going off in the background. "Damnit, who are they!??" Jason yelled back, an unsettling feeling coming over him. "Vampires! They were trying to get the jump on us! what should we do sir? The man asked, the sound of gunfire drawing nearer. "Hold position, Reinforcements are on the way!" He yelled, motioning Bill to jump in and drive. He pulled himself up to the turret, and looked at Selene, who should have heard the transmission, what with her enhanced senses. "Bill, get us to the C&C, and make it quick!" he hollered, the Humvee taking a wide turn before flooring it away from the pair, left standing without an explanation.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:41 pm
“I wasn’t questioning your prowess as soldiers” Selene replied bluntly, chestnut eyes darkening several notches. “But Markus is no vampire, and he was a formidable foe even then; now I doubt even you could fathom the number of men, weapons, nor the means needed to defeat him” the vampire warrior continued, emissions from the catching her attention.
Michael too lifted his head at the stream of obscenities coming from the humvee. The conversation about Alexandra, the admittance of the fate that might befall her, had caused the man to slip once more into a state of numb disbelief and guilt. His sister would be killed if they were to make a wrong move, if Alex angered her hybrid host in some way or if Markus tired of her presence. The odds, clearly, were stacked against them.
“Let’s go” Selene instructed hurriedly, releasing her hold upon Michael and moving swiftly back toward Jaguar. Michael followed suit, adrenaline causing him to stir from his deadened state, slipping into the car moment after Selene.
Shifting the car into gear; the high-pitched squeal of tires broke the night as Selene hurried after Jason and Bill. Can’t have them dying without handing over the munitions, the vampiress told herself, continuing to speed along the road.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:01 pm
C/O From; The Renegade.
As the silence between the vampire and the lycan stretched longer, Lilith began to fidget, unable to contain her increasing boredom with the dwindling conversation. Finally, after several more minutes of chilly silence, the young woman threw up her hands and snarled – “Fine! It’s not like I give a flying ******** about your issues anyway”. With that she pivoted upon her heels, windbreaker flaring behind her, and stalked ungracefully down the remainder of the alleyway. By now the human crowd was all but non-existent, the early hours seeing that only a handful of mortals remained, and most of those were either drunkenly impaired or to busy flagging down their next customer amongst the diminishing number of cars to pay attention to the lone female; and for that Lilith was grateful, content to wander the streets undisturbed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:16 pm
About the time Lilith reached the street, two heavily armored troops began to follow her, and when they were close enough, one moved foreward and spun her around into another alley, the other watching to make sure that no other came in. two more came from the shadows of the alley, and another two, unseen by the young woman, were on the rooftop nearest the alley, providing overwatch. "so, what do you know about that man?" one of the masked figures asked, steppeing towards her, the men behind her blocking her escape.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 1:25 am
At first Lilith had merely attributed the heavy footsteps to the vampire she had been conversing with, but, a moment too late, realised the footfalls were far to heavy to have belonged to the lithe, albeit muscular, male blood. Snarling furiously as she was snatched from behind and manhandled into another alley, the young woman bucked and struggled against her captors although all to no avail.
“Let me go you ******** b*****d” Lilith raged, teeth gnashing angrily as she continued to fight against the figure that had caught her. “I’m not telling you s**t!” she fired in reply to their question, icy eyes blazing with fury. “If you’d tried the wining and dining approach you may have had more like convincing me to talk” Lilith growled an instant later.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:57 pm
The man clearly was about to go off on the girl, but the sound of a heavy rifle going off cought his attention, and an instant later, a radio transmission came through. "STORM-34 has been hit, STORM-27 pulling him out, please advise TL." the radio spat static and gunfire, heard in the ally even if you had no radio. The leader looked at the two men that had brought the girl, and pointed at her. "37, 62, make sure she doesn't take a bullet, and get her to the USMC command ASAP. We'll rendevous there. Clear?" YES SIR! "good, so DO IT!" He yelled as more automatic fire rattled the ally, each STORM unit turning in unison to gun down the assailants, who for the moment, were unknown...
Meanwhile, 62 and 37 had picked up the girl and ran for what seamed like seconds, stopping and sweeping the area quickly. The fireteam was surprisingly far from the firefight, considering the short run, but the two soldiers seamed unphased. "Alright," a woman's voice came through 37's mask, addressing the girl. "lets cut the s**t. You know that man back there was a vampire, and we know that you aren't one. So at least tell me who you are." she said, shouldering her H&K 416, and looking at the girl, obviously not wanting to hurt her.
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