Kilel wrote:Operator Station - Heaven
1800 Hours GMT - Nov. 28th
"Authorization Code 'Alastaire' accepted. Patching through to Lord Ortus." The young operator said curtly, ignoring the caller's distraction.
Phenom's Personal Quarters - Heaven
1805 GMT - Nov. 28th
Phenom jolted awake at the sound of the Emergency Line blaring in his face, manifesting as a hardlight screen flashing red with the words "Alan Alastaire" scrolling across the display. Phenom groaned and covered his eyes for a moment before the nature of the situation struck him and he shot upright in his bed, answering the call.
"Alan?! What's the trouble!?"
Gladis’s rant against the doctor stopped the moment phenom’s voice was on the line in the call. She snapped out of her anger, remembering she was still on the line. She cleared her throat as she answered phenom, somewhat hesitantly. “This is Gladis Mette, calling on behalf of Interpol Chief Alan Alastaire.” She repeated herself in a professional manner. “He's in critical condition. According to the doctors,” She stared at the man, who kept his distance from her. “…He’s been 'poisoned' by some kind of heated liquid metal that is causing him to have symptoms similar to a hemorregic fever.”
“We believe it’s a form of advanced techno-“ The doctor began to speak before she held up a finger for him to shut up.
“Look, I don’t know who you are. But it’s obvious that he trusts you and that you care. I’d like to believe you may have information on what the hell is going on with him. Maybe something he thought of right before he was out cold. The doctors here can’t help him and they have him in a faulty cryo-unit." She took a deep breath and let it out while she waited for the man’s response. What was she thinking, trusting a complete stranger with this information? Was she a moron? She asked this to herself as she leaned her back against the wall. As the doctor began to leave, she grabbed him by the arm and signaled him to stay.
Slaughtveria wrote:Mikoto let out a relaxed sigh as he blew out a puff of smoke. A small smile grew as he listened to Luck. He shook his head at her question “Can’t say you’ve ever told me about her, but she sure does sound like one hell of a lady, she would have got along really well with my mom.” Memories flowed through him as he relaxed against the cupboard behind him. “She would always see the best in everybody. You could be the worst piece of shit in the world and yet she would be sure that there was good in you. Something extraordinary had to keep her with my dad.” His expression soured as he took another puff from the cigarette. “He always put work before us, but she always insisted that he was an amazing man who loved us with all his heart, and...well we both know how that turned out.” His sigh was much sadder as he tossed the used cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. He turned towards the still unconscious Daisuke, eager to ease the melancholic mood that had invaded the room.
“So who’s the kid? Is he...well you know?” he grumbled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head “Is he yours?” he asked the surprised Luck, now desperately hoping for a potent alcoholic beverage to appear before him.
“What the-” Luck widened her eyes and forced herself to lean off of Mikoto to give him both a horrified and shock expression. She held the cigarette away from her face and looked to the kid then looked to Mikoto. “Have you lost your marbles? No, he’s just some kid I found there-” She then looked around the room without moving her head, a sense of panic rising in her. Memory of what happened before she passed out came back to her. The files, the usb she stuffed in her bag, the information she had collected! Oh hell, no. Had they all been left back there? “Mikoto. Where’s my bag?” She questioned with a quiet, and panicked tone of voice.
____________________________________________________CRESSIDA___________________________________________________
Cressida watched as luck drove off on her only motorcycle through the cameras outside. She heaved a heavy breath in and out as she looked at the other screens from her office chair in the headquarters security office, watching more authorities come into the area. She recognized one face from HVN, staring at those screens intently with a red glint in her eye. Hopefully they would leave as soon as they had no more leads to follow in the area concerning the hovercraft crash.
----------8 Weeks after the Hovercrash Incident ----------
With little to go on in terms of the hovercraft crash and any connections to Connecticut communes, the majority of investigations had left the city and continued elsewhere. The citizens of Connecticut communes were at ease again, at ease as they could be in any case, given the screwed up situation their world was set in. Within the cobra gang, however, tensions were rising. A key member of the gang had suddenly broken contact during an infiltration mission he was on, and Lilac was able to track him to a nearby enemy facility in another commune. The majority of her gang had trackers in them, a precaution lilac took in case they ever betrayed her. She would implant the tracker in their skin discretely, so they had no knowledge of this. Most likely, however, he had been captured and was being tortured for information. Cressida stood before a mirror now as she got dressed. She attached a garter to her upper legs with guns strapped on them and put on a semi combat suit, although still somewhat revealing. After making sure the inside of her fur coat was lined with many, many small knives drenched and dried in potent poison, she put it on and headed out of her special hidden room in the building. Justin waited outside for her, leaning his back on the wall and crossing his arms.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Justin questioned in his deep tone of voice. His stare dug into her eyes as she looked back at him with a dangerous expression.
“Out.” Cressida lifted her chin and crossed her arms, “Why? Are you going to stop me?”
“Lilac…” Justin quietly said her name and leaned off the wall to approached her. He grabbed hold of her arm. Justin knew her ability, but unlike anyone else there, he did not fear it. He had the uncanny ability of withstanding high levels of pain. “Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m just going to negotiate his release.” Cressida looked away from Justin.
“With that coat fully armed? I don’t think so.”
“And what would you have me do??” Cressida pulled her arm out of his grip and looked up at him. “He knows too much.”
“He would never betray you. Besides, it isn’t like you to act Irrationally.”
“I have a feeling that he won’t have to.” Cressida turned her back to Justin. “I’ve had my eye on those bastards for some time. Something’s off about them. Now, if you’ll excuse me-” She gasped when Justin took hold of her coat and pulled her back towards him into a tight embrace from behind. “Por Favor, Corazon… let me go before I hurt you.” She warned in an impatient tone of voice.
“Hell NO. You think I’ll just let you go out there? Knowing what could happen if
they found you?” His voice was angry and hurt at the same time. “Now if you hadn’t let your damn friend borrow the motorcycle… perhaps I would feel more inclined to go and do whatever the damn hell you pleased.”
“The investigation has left our area for the most part.” Cressida argued.
“This coming from the woman who used to be an intelligence operative at a super powerful organization. Haven’t you heard yet?”
“Hey, asshole, let go of me before I seriously hurt you.” Cressida struggled in the man’s grasp as she spoke and bit her lip. She felt tempted to grab the gun from her garter and shoot him in the foot so he would let her go, since she could always heal him anyway. However, she would hate to shoot her only ally that knew everything about her. She heaved an aggravated sigh. “What the hell is it then? What don’t I know about?”
“There’s a stranger in the communes, doesn’t look like police or Interpol. He’s snooping about.” Justin kept his hold on Cressida. “And it doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere anytime soon. People have reported him asking a lot of questions, and he’s set his eye on us since our gang has control over this area.” He narrowed his eyes. “At least till we can make sure he’ll leave us be, don’t let yourself be seen.”
“Fuck.” Cressida stopped fighting Justin’s hold on her. Justin let go of her when she fell into realization. “How could he have passed by my surveillance systems in the communes? Unless…” She grit her teeth, turning around to face Justin when she got an idea. “Listen up… here’s what we need to do..”
(Kilel or whoever kilel assigns to this responds to cressida's post xD)