Emily Locke was in her cabin far away from the rest of the world when she turned on her news and went to her laptop computer. She decided it was time for a website. She was computer smart and had a device that leads to another person’s home instead of hers as the address where the computer was logged onto. Also She could only use this once or twice in the same location. If she did this four or five times in a row she would be leaving clues in the internet space. This was a new toy she had created. It is untraceable, and flawless. The only way it could cause a leak is if you used it outside, where someone else could get a very clear signal, this house was not modernized into the regular homes, and nothing was done to modernize the home. In fact the home itself was in a wooded, a log cabin built for six people. It was a cabin from a Christian camp that had been abandoned. Emily felt safest there.

Emily, plugged into her Ipod and set up her laptop, the table was in the middle of the room the TV across from it and a couch which Emily sleep on every night to keep watch over the door. Emily had a gun placed underneath the couch cushion. Emily had a pistol with her at all times, as she had wanted to be a cop and bought a pistol and a holster for it. Emily heard the microwave beeping and went to get her meal she sat down and began to read the articles in the news about information she blinked when she heard her name mentioned not only by the teenage girl by the Journalist Andrea Williams.

“Emily Locke is the most wanted criminals yelling lies about our ruler all over our nation. Emily Locks wouldn’t have the guts to come down to this station for an interview with me personally on Monday. Emily Locks I am speaking directly to you, no questions asked about your personal life or where you live, just flat out discussions about why you feel the way you do. I will personally guarantee your safety for the time you are on my set. This reporter is only interested in telling the truth and both sides will be heard, I’d like to also extend an invitation to our Ruler or a represent to come down and explain things, on Tuesday.”

Andrea’s hands were shaking as she said this, and her eyes kept looking over off the set at something. It was clear there was more to it, but Emily couldn’t shake it off, a direct challenge, a promise of safety while on the set? Emily’s curiosity showed in her eyes as she ate her frozen TV dinner of Lasagna from Banquet. She had to go grocery shopping anyway Emily couldn’t but help and notice the woman’s shaking hands, something must have forced her for this interview, and Emily wouldn’t allow her to get hurt over something stupid.

“And now on to more news Steve…” Andrea said looking at the man sitting with her “Steve isn’t well today he hum… called in sick, so Andrew is going to take over.” She said looking into the Camera, she gave a look t hat screamed help on it, but no one would notice unless you had a pure heart and lived a different life. After the camera went off the Air Andrea ran to her dressing room and fell into tears, she didn’t want to meet Emily Locke, she didn’t want to meet the rulers advisor, she missed the way things were in the old days, at least she got to choose what stories she wanted to do, her boss had always been nicer, but he had changed a lot. The Truth was Steven was missing, hurt or dead possibly and she had been threatened not to speak about this to anyone for any reason, but she was worried for Steven’s well being even if he did yell at her before they aired. Andrea sighed and went home.

Emily Locke turned off the news and nodded. She would pay a visit to this Andrea Williams, she had liked her in the past always spoke the truth, so she knew there was something wrong. Emily stood up and walked her trash over to the trash bin and tossed it in. Then she read her news on the web pages and logged off for the night and placed her lap top in the large safe she had and looked at all the money that was there, enough for a life time, she remembered her father saying. In case something like this happened he had stored a safe far away and gave Emily the map. Emily locked the safe and then went on the couch she pulled her grandmother’s blanket over her and fell asleep for three hours.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief as the police car moved pass not spotting her, she had decided to visit Andrea Williams at night, it was way pass curfew about 11pm. Emily knew Andrea lived in her old neighborhood. Emily walked herself into the house. Her guns in its holster and around her like a detective, the safety button on. Emily walked up the stairs and looked in each room until the last one where she saw Andrea was asleep. Emily gagged Andrea up and tied her hands, as she got done Andrea woke up groggily and she tried to scream. “No nonono!” Emily whispered softly “Don’t Scream Ms. Williams. I am not here to hurt you.. I just have questions.” Andrea blinked and she looked down at the table towards some glasses. Emily seemed to understand and placed the glasses on her face. “Do you promise not to scream?” Emily asked Andrea nodded her heart was pounding. Emily gently took the tape off of Andrea’s mouth.

“Wh… what do you want to know Ms. Locke?” Andrea asked she looked down she was a horrible lire, and hated her job, but it was the only thing she knew and she used to love it.

“What are you not telling the public?” Emily said softly “Where is Steven, and why are you inviting me to the studio? And what do you know about the kid on the news that wants me to find her?” Emily asked softly, she was very gentle and kind to Andrea and Andrea wondered why she was being so nice to her.

“Steven is missing, possibly dead, Emily if anyone finds out Ive spoken to you about this It’s my life.” Andrea whispered “Please… don’t say anything.” Emily looked at Andrea and sighed.

“You used to be much spunkier in the old days, don’t you see how much things have changed? And wh y I must do what I must to bring back the old ways? I miss watching the old you on TV.” Emily commented. Emily was putting much trust on to Andrea, for some reason she felt Andrea would understand. Andrea nodded.

“Don’t come Monday it is a trap.” Andrea whispered “Or if you really want an interview we could do it now… old style me… but then I’d have to go in hiding and I wouldn’t know where to go. As for the girl, she lives in this neighborhood, and talked me into it… I can give you the address and we can go see if she is there.”



Emily blinked and then sighed but nodded, she knew Andrea was right, Andrea’s life was in danger now because of what she has done. “I’m sorry.” Emily said now “I should not have come to ask you these things, I do not wish you any harm, my battle is not with the general public or every day person, it is with the ruler.” Emily looked at Andrea and untied her. “Shower get dressed, and lets do the interview your old style… you can stay with me, I have enough food for three people for three years at least and enough cash to raise a small army if I have to pay… preferred not to though.”

Andrea nodded and smiled “I have a small studio down in the basement, direct contact to the studio, we can film and be gone before they come here. I only wish we had a divice to distract from the true location.” Emily had a wide smile on her face “We have I have five, always carry one with me. Just do not forget to bring it, it has my finger prints on it.” Emily smiled and walked out of the room, and towards the basement and hooked it up in its place, then looked at Andrea who had come down and nodded.
“Wow this is your old set from 1990?” Emily smiled at this and nodded “I liked this old set and wondered what happened. Dose the studio know?” Andrea grinned and nodded.

“Was a birthday gift from Jack, our boss said he didn’t know anyone who would enjoy it more than me, told him thanks send it to my summer address, he did and so I moved it here, piece by piece bit by bit, when things started happening that were wrong in this world.” Andrea sighed and looked around the lights were on and ready. “Ready to record and send to the public?” asked Andrea, Emily nodded.

When the interview was over Emily turned to look at Andrea “Welcome back Andrea. Now we need to move quickly.” They shut down everything before removing the device and Emily placed it in her pocket. They walked upstairs and started to head towards the young girls home that had drawn Emily’s attention.

(OOC: There is a lot going on here, so please make sure you read at least twice, and then post, at least 2-3 paragraphs, dose not have to be as long as mine- This is Sunday night. I have left room for another character Steven, Jack to pop up and be used for RPing with me.)

Midnight. On to the hour of witches. Aeron grinned darkly at herself, as she hid on the rooftop of a nameless office building. The sky was a musty dark blue, the stars seemed to shimmer and blink, like a playful child winking at someone, telling them to come and play.

"All clear?" Aeron whispered into her chrome communicator. She heard a collective yes from the rest of her team, and Aeron breathed deeply. They had to capture this Emily Locke tonight. For the Dark Force. Aeron was happy to be appinted leader of this unit, but she wanted more power. She wanted to lead the Dark Force. She supposed this was good enough for now, but eventually her enhanced brains would find a way to the very top of the foodchain.She would lead the Dark Force, and make it a peaceful but powerful absolutist government. A Monarchy.

"Bomb the door and get in. Get under cover ASAP." Aeron ordered, and she saw a blinking dot on her GPS- Chelsea was approachig the steel door. Aeron knew she was planting the explosives, and sure enough, there was a resounding boom. Anton, Justin, and Chelsea stormed in, and ducked behind the counter. Derek was covering them all at long range.

"Area scanned." Paul reported. "The sentries are heading down to your position. Prepare an ambush."

And then a bullet suddenly peirced the sky, and screamed it's way right beside Aeron's head. Derek immediately answred with his own shot, and the sniper in the other office building fell down dead. His crumpled body flipped downwards and landed with a resounding crunch on the pavement.

"Fuck!" Anton growled. "They're everywhere. I'm charging in." His dot suddenly began moving and he was caught in the crossfir of multiple sentries- the bullets all mashed against his bulky kevlar vest, but he let out a small gasp of pain. A volley of bullets from the tall Russian- and all the sentries were destroyed.

"Coast is clear." Paul said. "Get to the rally point on the third floor, and launch the rope. Derek, don't let anyone escape on the rooftop."

A few minutes later, the trio inside the building fought their way to the third floor. Chelsea had a grappling hook launcher- she fired it at the top of the building where Aeron, Paul, and Derek were situated.

"Don't get shot." Aeron warned Derek, who grunted. "You'll be alone up here now."

Aeron and Paul gripped the rope tightly, and slid their way down, reaching the third floor of the main building. Paul logged onto the main computer on the third floor, and began guaging his own mental war against the hardware, while Aeron and Anton kept watch Justin wordlessly went to Anton to check his stomach area for bruising or rib damage, and there was minor bruising, but the kevlar was strong enough to deflect most of the force.

"Damnit." Paul muttered. "I triggered the defensive protocal. We need to get out of here no-"

The entire building blew up, as Derek watched incredulously. Then, everything went black.

***

The six of them woke up at that moment, realizing they had failed the simulation on "hard". Aeron looked grim. "You need to work on that hacking, Paul." She said coldly. "Or we'll be killed for real."

Aeron left to report to the Leader, leaving her team behind in the air of utter defeat. This was the first time they ever failed the randomly generated scenario on hard. Aeron cursed her luck, but kept heading forward. Maybe they would be more serious in a real mission, one where it truly is life or death. But then again- Aeron was paired up with just a group of teenagers. Yes, she's young as well, but her brain is enhanced way above teenage levels. She was going to ask if she could lead a more adequate team.

Ori sat in a small room looking out a window bored as usual. "I think I may have attracted too much attention." She was in a house that had been in her uncles name before he passed on, her mothers brother so she would be safe there at least for a little while. She sighed softly and untied her long hair taking the bells out putting them on a table. Grabbing a knee high Yukata and some black leggings, Flipping on her tv she went to shower in the master bedroom bath. she was perfectly relaxed as she came out fully dressed in her orient style that always set her apart from everyone else. She brushed her hair tying the copper-like brown hair into a ponytail with ribbon, before tying in the bells. Putting a small wooden fan into her obi-sash and various other items she was ready for anything. Hearing a soft meow she turned around to look at a small silver tabby bells tied on a ribbon around it's own neck. She smiled picking up the feline putting it on her shoulder. "Well Nan-nan, there's no turning back now..." She said packing her shoulder bag with her various smaller weapons and things she saw to be necessary. She then tied her longer tachi to her waist and smiled. "If I do end up fighting with this, I'll use the style papa taught me, or at least started to teach me..." She mumbled softly to herself mostly.


Hearing a knock at the door she went and opened it, seeing to armed officers. "You've got to be kidding me, I thought I had more time here..." She said making a slight face before the officers told her they were there to arrest her for "Disturbing the peace" She turned punching one officer in the face, before the other officer quickly added on assaulting an officer and resisting arrest. Warranting him a punch to the face also, she ran past the two and into the streets now holding the cat in her arms, her bag hung over her shoulder. "Tsk this sucks!!!" She shouted as she ran down another street. Eventually finding a nice alley-way to rest. She had hoped for some more down-time before they found out where she was staying, She didn't imagine she would have so little time to prepare. She ran toward her parents home seeing there were no officers there. "shocker." She mumbled climbing in through a window in the back out of sight. No lights on but she couldn't hear anything in the house. She walked up to her room and frowned, no electricity, that would actually prove useful. She sat on her twin sized bed and looked at the swarms of stuffed animals. She smiled softly putting the cat down for a moment picking up a white tiger stuffie. "I got this when I turned six, they got me stuffed animals at least once a week... Even more so when papa became ill. I think he knew he was going to die.. At least I have you and your family Nan-nan." The cat meowed as several more cats walked into the room from the hall.

Alexa shook her head, watching the tv screen. And she had thought there was enough trouble with the girl that had wanted to join Emily Locke...but now a reporter that was going to give a "safe" interview to her? This was going to start trouble already...or maybe it was going to help her. She stood up, turning the tv off, then paced around the room for a little bit, thinking, debating. Would she need to ask permission to give that order? ...No...it was to catch Emily...which was their given order. Now that she decided, there wasn't too much else to do, other than make sure the mission would be accomplished; she had already decided who she would give the order to, anyway. The one choice that might have been preferable was probably still in training...and wanted her position. At least, she wanted a higher position. She couldn't allow that.

She sighed and went to a nearby soldier, giving orders to bring Seigfried to her. There was no need for her to try to search for him when she could send someone else to instead. As she thought, she went back to sit on her couch. Besides, she still needed to figure out how she was going to tell their ruler that she had given such orders. It shouldn't be too bad...but still, she couldn't be too sure of what would come of it. It would certainly be good if she did manage to find Emily, but possibly trouble if it didn't.

She looked up when Seigfried arrived, and stood back up. She paused in front of him, waiting for a moment, before giving orders. "I only just saw on the news...a reporter is going to try to get an interview from Emily. I'm not sure whether or not she will show...but just in case. Andrea Williams; I want you to find her, and see what she knows about Emily Locke. She may be nearby, too. If you can't get anything from her, bring her back."

Siegfried stood in front of the Lord, but he thought briefly of right before it. One moment he had just left the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist now he was fully geared and standing before the Lord... or Lady depending on your outlook. His face was covered by his mask and his helmet, and his UMP .45 was resting his his hands. He had radioed his team to meet him outside, but this mission seemed to easy for one of his caliber. He didnt need his team for such a mission, but he didnt not earn his reputation of never failing a mission by underestimating his opponent.

Raising his hand he spoke with a soft but gruff voice hardened over years of combat "Permission to use any force and tool available to complete the objective?"

Andrea pointed to a dark house. "Its that one.. It's all boarded up and locked down, the police have raided it and its been vacant for two days almost three now. Shes young Emily, a kid, sixteen or so." Andrea looked away and then opened her purse she had brought with her. A sweater she had made a soft sound was made as the material of the sweater was played with by a gust of wind. Andrea heard a click and the door was ajarded. "Ori?" Andrea whispered as loud as she could with out waking the dead, she heard the cats meowing.

Emily looked around the house and turned on her flash light looking at the photographs. "You've got to be kidding me?!" Emily whispered and then sighed, she knew this family, at least she thought she did. She took from t he fire place in the living room a photograph of a man by himself, it was Ori's father. "Yes, Mr. Kisigawa" Emily said very softly, mostly to her self and just above a whisper. Tears came to her eyes, this man had been a good friend to her, kept her safe and had been of great help to her when she started her orgination, taught her how to use any tools and especially the sword to her advantage.

Orihana fell off her bed with a yelp hearing her name being called. She stood picking up her short tachi walking out of her room, followed by the cats. She walked downstairs seeing Emily Locke. her eyes going wide with shock. "N-no way!" She said and jumped five or so steps to reach the bottom, the silver tabby on her shoulder sending her a small glare for doing so. A kitten jumped from the steps onto Emily's shoulder and nudged her cheek slightly seeming happy to have company, It was a small calico, and one of Ori's favorites. She smiled. "Eri likes you." She had named all the cats that she ever met, Eri and Nan-nan were mother and daughter.

"Eri..." Emily smiled softly "Your cute.. you can come with us." she giggled softly and placed the photo of Mr. Kisigawa back above the fire place and with care and respect she turned her atten to her teacher and placed her hands infront of her as he taught all his students and did a bow to show respect to the man. "So you know the great man him self? The one that taught me all my moves? Mr. Kisigawa?" Emily smiled and nodded "Your right Andrea, she is just a child, but she is no ordianry child, she is Mr. Kisigawa's daughter... I can see it in the eyes." Emily sighed "How he loved you and spoke of you all the time."

Andrea looked at Emily and gave a shrug she didn't know who this person was, but she smiled at Ori and handed Ori a health bar, "I promised I'd bring you something to eat today. And it is today." Andrea said "So what do we do now? I'm being hunted I presume because of my interview with you in the old news station... Emily, Ori is just a child we cant leave her behind... " Andrea had strong feelings about abandoning children.

Emily looked at Andrea and nodded "I agree. You may come with me and stay with me. If you want to, but you can never come back here or to your old homes." Emily looked directly in the Reporters eyes, "You must leave everything behind, I have some extra lap top computers so we will be able to keep up with things. I could use the company." Emily said gently "There is room enough for three and six." Emily meant three people and six cats.

Ori smiled softly. "I remember you coming to the dojo with I was small. I started my training with a was five and he passed away two years later. Along with my older brother..." She said softly sitting on the steps. "It's nice to finally meet you officially." She took the health bar and nibbled it frowning a bit. "I'm not a child per say... My dad taught me a lot about tactics and strategy. After he died I continued thus studies on my own." She nodded smiling holding one of the cats in her arms. "Fine by me. There's nothing left for me here...."

Emily nodded and looked at a photo of her old teacher "I think we should have a photo of your father as a reminder of our rules of the laws of Dojo... Andrea we'll have to teach you some moves so you can protect yourself, I am a bit rusty myself, Emily you looked pretty good on the news." Emily giggled "And its nice to meet you too, but you must promise me never to go on the news again, even if you think it would help our cause... The way it happened for me was not the intended way I had meant for it to go down." Emily sighed.

Andrea sighed "Fine this place gives me the creeps and we should go before they come after us... we are the most wanted right now." Andrea said you could tell she was very scared and wasn't sure if she should have done nor said what Jack told her to say or do. Now she would be hunted down and she looked at Emily and Ori. "I may come home after I see to it your safe."

She nodded softly and stood up grabbing her most cherish picture of her, and her family. Her father holding a wooden training sword. Ori was on her brother's shoulder's holding her bamboo shinai. She used to look like a boy in her hakama, which was far too big for her. She made sure her bag was tightly secured around her torso. "Well, I'm ready..." A stuffed tiger was sticking out of her bag. It was the last stuffi she got before her father and brother passed away. She was ready for any obsticale that came her way.

Emily nods and then turns to look at Andrea "IF you come you come and stay, you don't want to risk going back to your house... keep your head on straight Andrea. If you get caught you can always tell them I kidnapped you. That goes for you too Ori." Emily noticed the stuffed tiger and shook her head, she didn't say anything, but she did smile and nodded her head to Ori. "I understand." she whispered gently and they all walked out of the house.

OOC: This is a combined effort between Ori and myself. :) You now have 24 hours to post...

Alexa paused, deabting for a minute. To use any force and tool...she nodded. "As long as she is not killed before giving us any vital information, then yes, use every resource available." The more she could get out of this reporter, the better. "Try to find out anything she knows about Emily Locke." Every little bit helped. Even a bit of background would help. Anything to let them in on some sort of her state of mind; on any places she might want to run to...everything. "Whatever helps us catch Emily faster." She paused for a moment before nodding again. "Dismissed."

She waited until after he left before heading out herself. Now that she had given the order, she knew that the ruler must be informed. She had to let her leader know that he would be unavailable; busy following a lead on Emily. She hesitated outside the door where her leader usually waited, then walked through the door. She bowed slightly before standing up straight and giving her report. "I have a small report to give. I've sent Seigfried after the reporter Andrea Williams; she made on open invitation to Emily for a safe interview on television. I figure she might know something about Emily Locke's wherabouts," she said, and waited for a dismissal, or any questions, or something of the sort.

Annamarie sat in a dark room, a throne room basically, her troops were out monotoring her subjects as usual but were also on the look out for this trouble maker Emily Locke. At the thought of that name her grip on her chair tightened and her eyes narrowed, that damn woman was endangering everything she'd worked to achieve! This perfect society she had made for everyone! How could she be so ungrateful! How could she, her thoughts stopped as Alexa came through her doors with a report on a mission. "So, this TV reporter thought she was going to allow Ms. Locke on her show without any reprecussions what so ever? Hm, she'll soon find out what happens when you break the rules." Leaning back into her chair she was silent for a moment, looking off into the distance. "Alexa do me a favor dear, would you? When you find this reporter I want you to do away with her. We don't need such people on the media or in society. You may leave."

Siegfried glanced around the inside of the black SUV where his team were gathered. He was checking his UMP, making sure his weapons weer in top form. The inside of the SUV was quite... it was like this before all missions most of his team knew they might not come back this time.

The SUV pulled up in a small building right before Andrea's house, and Sigfried nodded to Selena who nodded back jumping out and entering the small building taking up a sniper position over looking the street and Andrea's house. Siegfried spoke with the usual professionalism "Madison, go with Selena. Your on back up." He had to speak this as she was newest to the team and had yet to understand all the small motions Siegfried used to direct his team. With the sniper and apothecary set up, Siegfried gave the command and he, Tyson, and Chad all left the SUV, moving with stealth and keeping to the shadows.

Charles would be left with the SUV encase they needed to withdraw. It didn't take long for the small 3 man cell to get to Andreas door, and they stopped outside. Siegfried nodded to Chad and the large Armenian Kicked in the front door, and Tyson and Siegfried moved in behind him checking the corners with machine like proficiency. "Clear" the word passed around the three, as they dispersed to check the room.

5 minutes later.

Siegfried taped his radio and spoke "No sign of the reporter check for clues" Siegfried walked by a night stand in her room and spotted a picture... it appeared to be the reporter's family: her dad, mom, and looked like a younger brother with perhaps children of his own. If they couldn't find her, they would go for them.

10 minutes later.

"Sir, no sign. Emily was definitely here, its to clean of tracks to be average civilian job." Siegfried nodded at Tyson's deduction and tapped his own radio to respond "Indeed, load back up. We are going parent hunting."

Aeron Morte. Lady of Death. She relished the sound of her name. It was full of mystique, and a strange air of beauty. She looked herself up and down in a mirror, but she always found herself to be ugly and not worthy. Titless, is what some people called her. The titless girl. In her school. Everyone called her titless. No one knew who she really was. No one knew about her entire team at all- they were purely an underground group. It. Aeron groaned. In school, she's not a she. Aeron is referred to as "it"

That's why she was reluctant in asking for a team change. Her true family, her only friends are her team. The only ones to truly accept her. She has no biological family; that was always something she resented greatly. No chance of reproduction. Nothing. She'll have no gulwarks against mortality, nothing of her that will continue to exist in the coming years, once she's long and gone. The thought itself was utterly depressing. Even with her extremely high intelligence, she can not block her negative emotions. And sometimes, they get the better of her. But when they do... she's more cruel and bloodthirtsy then ever before. Her best state for a mission.

Emily Locke nodded her head as she brought Andrea and Ori closer to her hiding place, she knew these two needed her protection and she wanted to protect them. Andrea stopped short and looked at both of them. "Whats wrong?" Emily asked Andrea softly. "I'm not coming with you." Andrea said now . "Dont be reducilas of course your coming with us." Emily said "No I have to report the truth whatever the truth is to all sides involved. I have to remian nuterual..." Andrea looked away knowing Ori would be hurt by this since Ori had trusted her the most. "I'm sorry Ori, but I've got to make an underground news to beable to report the truth- no matter what it is. Offer hospitality to all and safety during the interview to all." Before either Emily or Ori could respond Andrea dissapeared.

The next morning Andrea's show was broadcasted and at the very end she put up an announment "If any of you wish your voice to be heard all you have to do is ask for an interview with me." Andrea said "I choose no sides, I am just a reporter who wishes to report the truth. Annamarie our Leader will recieve the same curtiosty as her enamies, hospitality and safety while interviewing, picking you up and dropping you off." Andrea looked into the camera "I hope for a better understanding of things. All I want is the truth to be told as you know it."

Ori understood the situation as she watched Andrea leave. "Do your job well." She said with a smile, then looked back to Emily. "Which means we have to do the best we can at our jobs so we're not left in the dust." She grinned happily, in other words. Don't let Andrea have all the fun. Ori kept walking her hair falling in her face, she would miss Andrea, true. But she understood full and well she had something to do.


A kitten had crawled into Andrea's bag. Meru poked it's head out of her bag and meowed. She was a entirely black cat with one white paw. She wiggled out of the bag and walked toward Andrea and meowed again seeming happy. Orihana had not told the cat to follow. It pawed at her leg wanting to be picked up.


Orihana blinked a few times counting the cats. "Meru is gone...." She said a bit surprised. "Is she with Andrea?..." She asked herself softly then smiled knowing that was the case. She looked back to Emily. "All the cat's I've ever owned always found their owners without me ever doing anything. Like Nan-nan chose me, Eri chose you and now it seems Meru Chose Andrea."

Alexa had given a curious look as Annamarie looked off into the distance, but knew better than to try to find what she was looking at. She was probably thinking; Alexa was only curious as to what she was thinking about. When she was addressed again, she nodded. "As you wish," she answered quietly before turning to leave, heading back to her own home. She would kill Andrea, as were her orders, but she would wait until after she had gotten the information she needed. Anything to keep her high position with her leader. The only other thing to do might be to find that girl who had gone on television looking for Emily...or search every possible nook and cranny until they finally found Emily herself. But that might take too long...and she could lways keep moving.

She hesitated for a second before she walked back into her home, and sat herself on her couch again. She only waited there for a little while before getting up to head for her bedroom. There was little more she could do when she was already tired. She only wished she could have Emily taken care of already, so that this whole mess could be over. After that, the only thing she would be worried about would be the night patrols, and making sure everyone followed the rules. This Emily was creating a rebellion for this new world the ruler had created, was trying to end it. But this way of life was the only one; the only one that was fair, that kept people taken care of, that treated everyone equally.

She sighed and shook her head; she was never going to get to sleep at this rate. She was thinking too much, and she knew it. The whole situation aggrivated her to no end. She looked up at her ceiling. "We'll find you, Emily...one of these days..." she mumbled to herself.

They got the telegram: Jack was to be taken and eliminated. He is under suspicion of being in league with the Emily Locke. The criminal. Vile and disgusting. Preferrably not kill him, though, it would be very beneficial to question him. But if he can't be taken peacefully, force would need to be used. Deadly force. Aeron was willing to match the standards of her own name. The Lady of Death

In a dark alleyway, four teenagers stood there in silence. Paul was setting up an infrared monitor. Up above, Aeron and Anton were in a helicopter manned by an unnamed operative of the Dark Forces. They had placed a bug on Jack- a bug which would track him via the GPS. It was doubtful that he knew about it, or even suspects a thing.

"The coast looks clear." Paul said uncertainly. "I didn't hack into the mainframe though, so it's hard to tell." He then began talking about bytes and bits and links and a lot otechnical stuff. Aeorn laughed and shut off her communicator for now. The door of the black helicopter opened, and a long rope ladder snaked it's way downwards. Two teenagers climbed down the rope ladder, down to a rather egregorious household.

"Jack's place." Anton murmured, and Aeron nodded. She and Anton then changed into pure black body tight suits- able to slide down chimneys of a house soundlessly and effortlessly. She honestly didn't care about honesty- it's not like her body is natural anyways.

They slid down the shaft, and entered silently into a rather comfy living room. A cat could be heard snoring, and a clock was ticking regularily. Nothing here was all too incriminating. Aeron glanced at her GPS- Jack was right where the cat's sounds were coming from. Aeron pointed this to Anton, who shrugged.

Maybe he found out and planted it somewhere else. So he could ambush us and take us by surprise.

She motioned for Anton to check out the cat. Right at that moment, a figure burst out behind a set of potted plants.

"Don't fucking move." A tall man snarled, aiming a gun directly at Anton's head. Aeron's heart began to beat faster, and she unwillingly gasped. Jack turned his attention onto her, and right then, Anton had grabbed Jack by the leg and tripped him. Jack tried to fire, but the bullet hit the ceiling. Right then, the cat awoke and launched itself at Anton, and Aeron quietly took out her syringe, filled with a powerful sedative. There was enough to make a grown man sleep for twelve hours. While Jack was readying himself, Aeron struck him like a snake, and jabbed the syringe into his femoral artery, and he staggered. Aeorn then twisted his pistol out of his hand, and shot the cat off of Anton's bloodied face.

"Fucking thing was clawing me." Anton muttered, and kicked the dead body. Blood caught onto the boot of his suit, and Aeron punched him, hared.

"You idiot." Aeron growled, and the two waited for Jack to fell into the grasps of unconsciousness. When the moment came, they heaved his body upstairs and onto the roof of his house, while two operatives rappelled down and grabbed him, and slowly carried him up the helicopter.

"Mission accomplished." Aeron sneered, and Anton cackled viciously. "Hopefuly they let us question him." Aeron said thoughtfully, after changing back into her normal clothes and burning the body suits. They eventually met up with the rest of the team.

"Sadly, that biology project is still due." Aeron frowned, and they headed over to Chelsea's house to work.

Andrea's parents home.

Joe and Morgan frowned at each other, they weren't too please with the news this night and knew it meant trouble for their youngest child. "If she comes for help, we mustn't." Joe said to Morgan. "But Joe... shes our daughter..." Morgan said "If you side with her then your agaisnt our new ruler, and I will not hesitate----" Joe stopped suddenly hearing a noise outside their bedroom "Did you hear something?" He turned to see Morgan gone. "Coward." he said now glared at the door.

Siegfried watched the dark door in one of the many houses in the suburbs and the only the difference in the houses were the tiny numbers scratched into the wall next to the doors. His team had snuck in under the cover of darkness with Chad and Madison ready to break through the back, Selene watching from the street to insure there were no runaways, and lastly Siegfried and Charles were positioned at the front door, with a large metal battling ram held tightly in Charles hands.

They could make out the slightly hushed argument inside the house, and Siegfried spoke into his radio “Move in!”. Without hesitation Charles slammed the battling ram into the door smashing the locks and sending the door swinging open, to which Siegfried moved in. The light of his UMP swung around the house settling on the Father of Andrea, Joe. He could briefly make out the sound of the break door breaking in the similar fashion as the front. Siegfried held the father at gun point, his face covered in his armor and spoke with calm authority “On your knees”

He could feel more than sense Charles walking around searching various rooms behind him for the mother, but it would only be a matter of minutes before she was discovered as well.

Joe closed his eyes as he stood in standing position. "Sir... Sir may I put on my bathrobe?" Joe asked he was an upstanding citizen and did everything he was told to do and more. Joe stood with nothing but his undies on. His wife at least had a night gown and it looked like her bathrobe. Joe looked at the man "If this is about our daughter, I will gladly go with you, as my duty as a member of the dark force task I am bound to protect our leaders am I not. Now sir may I please have my bathrobe?" he asked as he stood there his voice was shaking in quivers as he knew he was over stepping his boundaries with this man.

Siegfried nodded to Charles, who entered a nearby bathroom and returned with a black bathrobe offering it to Joe. Siegfried motioned for him to take it as well “You have served your leader well, going from the reports. Cooperate and the price of your doors will be reimbursed and you may return to your daily lives.” Turning on his heel, he motioned with his hand to follow him out the door. He did not check behind him, as Charles, Chad, and Madison all pulled back the actions of their guns, the sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber the only thing they needed to do to explain what would happen if they did not follow.

Siegfried walked out to the Large black SUV, and behind it to the empty black van. He pulled the back doors open and stood by it, motioning for Andreas parents to enter the vehicle.

Joe sighed "You killed my wife?" he asked looking up at the man and then nodded "It is to be expected, she wasn't happy under this ruler, I did all I could to keep her quiet." Joe took in a deep breath "I do not blame you or your men for her death, it was bound to have happened." Joe was quiet for the rest of the trip to wherever it was they were going only once or twice did he dare to look into the eyes of the very men he was meant to protect. "You are doing your duty and you wish to know about my daughter? What do you want to know?"

Siegfried glanced back "First off, where is she?" Joe kept his eyes down and shook his head "I..I dont know she haunt talked to us in a week" Siegfried nodded, and glanced around the dark van, the man was to afraid to lie, turning back to Andrea's father Siegfried pulled out a small chip "You will call her little interview number, and say you wish to talk to her on live camera about how your wife was killed. I will place this behind your ear, once you are in her Vincenty my team will come and take her. You will be rewarded for your loyalty. I swear it."

Moving he grabbed joes arm, and zaped the tracking beacon behind his ear. The heat causing the skin and metal to fuse. Siegfried glanced at Charles "Is it on?" Charles gave a confirming nod, and Siegfried pulled out Joe's cell phone he had confiscated "Make the Call" Joe dialed the phone, and closed his eyes preparing himself for what he was about to do.

Emily smiled at the last comment. “So this cute one is mine hum?” Emily asked as she looked on her shoulder to find her kitten still linked on to her. She smiled “I can deal, just as long as I don’t have to rescue it.” Emily sighed. “We’ll be home in a day. I had to come into the city for other business.” Emily looked around the empty parking lot all but one car was there, a 2007 Malibu. It was blue but it fit in the normal, it looked like a patrol car and even had the logal on it. Orihana kept close and looked at the car, not a fan for Malibu’s, so she made a slight face. "Eri is able to protect herself." She smiled making a kid-like face. Her hair fell in her face as she shifted her weight a bit. "Patrol car?"

Emily giggled “Not this Malibu, this is not a patrol car either.” She came up to the door and opened the passenger side “Get in Ori.” She smiled softly “I assure you you’ll love this Malibu!” When Ori got in Emily walked around to her drivers seat and opened the door and got in looking behind to see a fully loaded car food galore, enough to last for months on end, mostly can goods. Emily smiled and nodded “one stop and then were home free.”

Emily pulled into a grocery store and parked as close as she could. “You’d better stay in the car, your too noticeable .” With in five minutes Emily came back with two gallons of milk some kitty food to last a life time and orange juice. “Now we’d better scat I’m almost certain Bob recognized me.” Emily sighed and shook her head “He was such a nice guy.”

Orihana frowned, of course she was noticeable, she was wearing Japanese styled clothing. Of course if she changed her clothes she wouldn't attract attention. She looked at Emily and nodded when she got back. "Okay." She said with a smile her hair falling in her face as she sat there looking out the window. Nan-nan in her lap, she petted behind his ears hearing the cats calming purr.
When Ori would wake up Emily would already have all the food placed in the cubors soft music from the fifties and sixties were playing Calender Girls Emily could be seen dancing with the food singing softly in the kitchen area. She didn’t want to wake Ori up but she was board.

She smiled walking over to her. "do you need any help?" Putting up food or cooking it, she had for years lived on her own so of course she could cook. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans from her bag and her hair was down. Only two golden bells tied in at each side. She was wearing light blue socks and had a braclet on. It was from her brother. Nan-nan walked by her feet and meowed pawing her foot, with claws. She winced and glared at the cat. "Bad kitty..."

"Just making breakfast, Ham, onion, cheese, green pepper, tomatoes omelets with sauges. Sound good?" she didn’t wait for an answer as she slid an already made Omelet on to a plate. "Mine will be made in just a few minutes sweetheart." She made hers and then sat at the only table in the room, which at the moment had blue prints of Annemarie’s lair. "I hoped you would cook some Japanese food. Your father promised me dinner at his house made by his wonderful daughter. Now its time he made good on that promise." Emily smiled.

She smiled sitting at the table with her own omlet. "But of course, I'll cook more then just dinner, I also like making deserts." She said eating her food. "Yum!!!!" She said her eyes lighting up she ate more.She soon finished her food with a grin. "I always used to cook when my mother didn't want to, my brother taught me how to when I was small. My dad taught me how to protect myself. And my mother taught me a bunch of traditional stuff."

"To be honest Ori, I dont know what the hell I am doing with this new group of mine. It's just me, if I make mistakes and die no one will miss me. But now I have you to care for and for my little one." Emily smiled softly and allowed it to snuggle into her she smiled. "I want you to know if anything happens to me, anything whatsoever you are to abort our mission never to return to this place, do I make myself clear?"

"If this mission is aborted alot of people would have to put up when such a strict rule... So I can't promise I would just quit. And honestly I would care. Your my friend now Emily." She smiled her eyes calm clear and collected, she was wise beyond her years. And strong to boot.

Emily looked at Ori and sighed she nodded "Friends?" she asked that was not what Emily was hoping for she wanted to be a mother, yet she knew her boundaries. Especially with the young one. "Alright my Friend. On to daily routines." Emily went to a large empty space in the room and nodded "I'll be back." She changed into her Japanese attire and Bowed to Ori "Shall we warm up?" she asked.
She smiled jumping to her feet. "Let me change into my Hakama real quick." She said going into the room she was staying in. She changed into her training attire and came out of the room her hair in a ponytail once again. She had her practice sword with her, which she could actually fight off someone with a real sword with.

Emily stood into her position "Now young teacher, go easy on me, I only had three lessons from your father before he passed on, and I would have liked to continue the lessons." Emily bowed to Ori again "In t he ring you are my teacher, we know our boundaries."
She nodded taking her position. "Let's start with a spare." She dashed forward bringing her blade straight down, she was incrediably fast. The style her family used was highly acrobatic so a lot of the time her feet wouldn't been on the floor. It was a style her family had created after many years of mastery of other styles. A woman had been the one to create the style though. Ori's grandmother.

After practice Emily blinked and then smiled "Two hours. Your father would have thought to be nothing." Emily looked at Ori "I am really glad you asked me to find you, but that was a really stupid thing for you to do." Emily laughed softly. "I remember doing stupid things when I was your age... well once I told my mother she was an old has been and she should die off like the others..." There was a sad look in Emily's eyes.

She looked at her and nodded. "I know it was stupid, but I didn't know how else to get into contact with you, it's not like you left your phone number and address." She mumbled pushing her hair out of her face. "Besides, I was being honest when I said I had nothing else to lose. Mom died when I was fourteen. A burglary..." She muttered softly. Eri jumped onto Emily's shoulder to cheer her up.
"My mom died when I was sixteen, a week after I said that it was discovered she had Cancer." There were tears in Emily's eyes "I still feel that somehow if I hadn't of said that she would still be here with me." Emily's tears rolled down her cheek. "She was a good mom, I never got to tell her, father told me to stay out of there way, and then she was rushed to the hospital. Never got to tell her I love her."
Even if we say bad things to our parents, they always know that we love them. Even without telling them. At least that’s what my Mama said. I was away when my father and brother died. I was in japan for a short period of time learning how to fight from my grandmother. I didn't know my dad or brother were dead until I returned home two weeks after the fact..."

"I remember there deaths, it was the first one to be reported about since everything became a united country." Emily sighed "I remember looking at their deaths, it wasn’t natural.... I think... I think someone killed them. If not Annemarie herself, then someone else higher up than her."

Ori's jaw tightened a bit. "but why would they kill them, why would they kill my brother? I can understand my dad who had political ties and taught people how to fight. My brother knew how to fight but he never did unless it was to protect me..." She knew it hadn't been natural, when she had left her brother and dad were in perfect health.

"I think it had something to do with that man that visited your father the day I went in for lessons, it was the last time I saw him alive... I knew he was ill. I wanted to help but he told me that if I helped him it would bring death to me too. Ever since then I've always wondered about it." Emily sighed "Andrea said it was a natural death in the news, but her eyes were twitching and I knew she was covering up something or she felt it was not the truth."

Ori, I'm sorry, I know this has everything to do with your brother and father, but.." Emily trailed off tears came to her eyes again as she lifted the little kitten and snuggled into it "I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Emily said softly. "I think our time is better spent on looking at the blue prints instead of talking." Emily sighed softly and nodded. "But I promise we will have this conversation, when I know for a fact who your fathers killers are. I guarantee you that."

She nodded. "we can talk about it another time then..." She looked at her and nodded again. She smiled. "In a way, we're playing a game of cheast, You and Anamarie are the kings, and I say I would be bishop and everyone else is pawn class?"

Emily nodded and looked at Ori "everyone else are pawns, I dont want to be Queen, I just want things back to normal." she whispered. "I think your father would be proud of the way you have turned out, and I know your mother would be equally as pleased." Emily stood up and hugged Ori tight "I know hugs are banned, but not here, not in my world."

"It's kind of stupid to ban hugs...." She mumbled with a dull look on her face before smiling. "They would have been proud of you too. And I'll help guarantee that this game of chess ends in our favor, for the favor of everyone..."
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Andrea could hear the phone ringing and glared at it, it was her father whom she wished nothing to do with, but he wasn't calling on her regular cell phone, he was calling her cellphone for interviews. "Hey dad." Andrea picked up the phone, what could she do, she had promised an interview to all and everyone.

"Hey sweetheart, I have an interesting story for you to investigate." Joe never called his daughter sweetheart always princess so that was Andrea's first clue.

"Dad I can interview any time anywhere any place... just tell me when and where." Andrea said "And who..."

"Me, about your mothers death." Joe said. Andrea paused. this was how he chose to tell her mother was dead?! The bloody bastard!

"You know dad, you have really hit below the bucket... even lower than before... dont call this number again." Andrea shut off the cell phone completely. Joe looked at Siegfried.

"And that's the end of that." Joe sighed "My daughter and I never really got along well, it was her mother she loved the most, the one who encouraged her to do everything and anything for a good story." Joe looked again at Siegfried "So what now? Do you shoot me too? I mean I have been pretty co-operative and all."

"What do you know about Emily Locke." Aeron asked in a dead voice. The man was stripped nude, and there were wires connected to an evil looking machine clamped all over him. Aeron smirked when Jack refused to say anything. She pressed the buzzer, and listened with cold comfort at Jack's screams.

"How many amps now?" Aeron asked in a light tone. "How much should I raise it?" She tried to stand tall, but sighed, knowing she would always be too short to intimidate anyone by towering over them. She would have to be satisfied with the questioning. She loved the feeling. Craved it. To be honest, this was Aeron's first time questioning someone. But it seemed she had shown the professionalism and cold-heartedness required for this kind of job. She enjoyed exerting her power over the bound man. She took out her knife and played with it over his skin. Jack's eyes widened- it appeared that he didn't want to die yet. His will has not been broken to that point.

"You know, Jack. I can do this for as long as I want. We'll feed you and everything, but we'll also torture you to much worse extremes every time. This could be the rest of your life, Jack. This could be your reality forever."

She turned the dial up higher and pressed the button again, relishing the sound. She needed to know his greatest fears and desires, to truly break him. Or maybe she could mix pain with pleasure to break his resolve. Aeron grinned. She did just that: pleasured and tortured him at the same time. After about an hour, Aeron put her clothes back on, and left. When she saw the operative standing there, with a slightly bemused look on his face, Aeron gave him a fiery glare.

"He is not broken yet." Aeron reported.

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Alexa got back up, thoroughly irritated. She was used to not being able to sleep sometimes...but something else was bothering her...but she couldn't tell what it was. And that only irritated her further. She started to pace around her home, not even pausing every now and then. There was no way she'd be able to think cooped up there. She changed quickly, deciding she would check up on patrols, make sure everyone was doing their job properly. She kept herself alert, glancing around carefully as she walked, just in cas she could catch someone slipping up; someone wandering around at night that shouldn't have been; maybe a little fight she could jump into before she broke it up. That was always entertaining.

She paused outside one of the buildings, though, hearing some screams. She probably shouldn't have gotten involved...probably should have walked awya...but she was curious. She hadn't even had to question any of them, and thought she might step in to watch. She only caught the very end of it, though, and backed away a little from the doorway before she came out. She paused, watching her for a little while. She recognized the girl as one of their group leaders. She seemed a little young, but, as she thought about the reports she read on all the leaders before, it was hardly unusual for a past like hers. "He isn't broken yet? ...Could that be because you ar inexperienced at this part? I understand you've handled every other mission just fine...so it must be a first for this kind of thing...?" she suggested. Maybe talking would help her think...pacing and walking certainly hadn't helped at all.

Jack had screamed in pain, and yet he felt no comfort in being alive for ever until they got what they wanted to know about. Jack looked up to see the Dark Force leader, he had only seen her once or twice in his life time and it was never a good thing. Or was he being delusional. he didn't know this for a fact. First time he had seen her order the deaths of a few people but she didnt even know he had been around when she was there. "Emily Lockes is an employee... that's it... end of story. I did give her the old ninties set of Wake Up Michigan, she has that in her cottage some where near Little Travers Bay I believe the cities name is Bay View of some sorts... no Petoskey.... yes, yes that's it Petoskey... a really nice place you know." Jack said now and sighed he close his eyes, he was a traitor, a traitor to his people, to his workers who trusted him. He bowed his head down in shame at even the thought of betraying a co-workers trust. He was speaking about how to find Andrea not Emily, he knew nothing about Emily.

Emily meanwhile smiled gently at Ori, "I'm going out on a patrol... would you like to join me? See your surroundings?" asked Emily as she picked up a riffle she had, threw one at Ori "I'm also going hunting choose your meet wisely, Cow is the best but so is Deer." Emily Opened the door and began to walk down the grounds of what used to be a camp grounds some where close by Petoskey MI.

"I apologize.." Aeron said quietly to Alexandra Stylmist. The woman was terrifying in her own way, but Aeron was also bit by jealousy. She wanted to be the one in Stylmist's position. Aeron wanted the control. She glanced up, somewhat aggresively, but averted her eyes in respect. She knew not to be an idiot and start a conflict. Aeron knew, despite her very own intelligence, that Stylmist could utterly end her, at this point in time. But Aeron knew. Someday, sooner or later, Stylmist would fall. It was completely inevitable. Stylmist was too meek to be in power for the length of the new movement. And Aeron knew, with a sick grin, that soon, whatever group Locke associated with, they would eventually gain the support of the public. Aeron thought of herself as the only other one capable of replacing the exalted leader. Aeron knew that Emily Locke was a serious threat- and that, if executed right, Locke could start enough of a ripple that will overthrow Stylmist completely. The citizens will be lost and confused, because Whiting will need to be eliminated as well. Aeron figured Siegfried could take Whiting's spot. But Aeron would rise to the occasion and rule the Dark Force.

Autocracy.

Also, Stylmist had something that she herself had not. Aeron knew she lacked it. The power of the Dark Force in the palm of her hand. Stylmist was in power, had a great amount of power, but she still followed Whiting to the letter. A waste of potential. Stylmist is inadequate. True and pure intelligence is what would be needed. But most importantly- one must have the will to dominate. Aeron balled her small hands into fists savagely.

Just you wait, Stylmist. You'll go down. Someday, you will go down. No one will catch you.

Aeron put her leather jacket on, with an eagle inprinted on the back, hopped lightly onto her motorcycle. The air was somewhat cold, but still bearable. The girl sped back to her friend Chelsea's house, with her family. Aeron was glad the Donahue's had accepted her as a part of the family. It gave her a somewhat fuzzy feeling inside. As if she actually belonged.

Ori caught the gun but also picked up her longer Tachi. "I'll come with, and I particularly like bear meat. But dear is good also." She said smiling walking over to Emily, she pulled on her sneakers instead of her wooden sandals, which went with her normal orient look. "Is there a good fishing place near here? Can't have a real Japanese meal without fish." She grinned, she would most likely make Gyoza, Miso soup and cooked fish. When she made fish it would be really yummy and flaky enough to fall apart in your mouth. If she had chicken she could make tempura. But going with the meats they could catch. Cow Dear and maybe bear. If they didn't get gyoza she could substitute it with bear meat. Although there were many other things she could make and she thought of the possibilities.

She grinned and smiled, she had a surprise in her bag, it was SAKE!! Yes Orihana liked to drink a bit. Her father brother and herself had always had fun doing so. Making a game out of it. To see who was the first one to pass out. The one who was the last one awake, won. Which was usually her. She had a very high alcohol tolerance even though she was a petite girl. She couldn't wait to start cooking, cooking always calmed her down.


http://japanesefood.about.com/ (This is a site I use for food.)

Emily smiled brightly and looked into Ori's eyes, she was a child, yet she wasn't. Emily had hunted a deer, and she had hunted down a fine bear. Emily nodded "Now we need to carve these animals and get the meet from them... We can freeze the deer meet for up to six months, I know nothing about Bear meet, and I've never had it before. Since the bear is big I assume he's gotta be eaten first." Emily sat before her dear and began to carve it, most girls would not be able to handle such a beastly project..

A few miles away in Petoskey, Andrea was eating a bagel at a bakery store, of course she had to disguise herself so no one would notice. She watched the TV, nothing new, not even a report of her mothers death or her disappearance. Andrea sighed so her father had been lying to bring her back into the open. She shook her head and looked down at her phone it had been ringing every half hour and she knew who was on the other line. But if she picked it up for him, she risked the chance of being caught.

Jack waited for the people to bring him down from the spot he had been pinned to all night, but the young girl never came back, nor did the Dark Force Leader order for him to be taken down and shown to his cell. A few boys had come into abandoned wearhouse only to find their baseball stared at Jack and ran off. A few minutes later the patrol guards came in with one of the boys who pointed up to Jack. The Guard nodded and called in the situation.

Joe had been up all night and he finally looked at Siegfried and sighed "What now? She wont pick up for me anymore." Joe was scared, he had done all he could, but he didn't know if his life would be ended because his daughter refused to cooperate. "I have a wife to bury now a son to console... what is left of my life to live... may I live it? Or will you shoot me?" Joe had worked with the Dark Force to keep peace in his neighborhood had even saved the lives of a few leaders when his neighbors turned against them in the beginning of this whole mess.

OOC: Please Read this post and respond accordingly. One_Winged great post! Alexandra, now is the time. Siegfried, its up to you whether or not to keep Joe alive. :-) Is he an asset or do we leave out the et and kill him off! Up to you buddy! :)

Alexa glared as Aeron sped off. Of all the lousy timing...and she had a plan now. ...But now she had to try to hunt the girl down. She had started to go after the girl when she remembered the man, still back there. She frowned, irritated, but he may be able to help them out more. She turned and stormed back. She paused at the sight of the guard, but continued. She sighed. "...He may yet be of use to us. Go ahead and release him...from the machine, at least. I may be paying him a visit later. But for now..." She looked over him once, then shrugged. "I suppose do whatever you can to make sure he doesn't die just yet. I might be able to get more information from him later. Perhaps an address, if need be." Though even that didn't seem to be necessary at that point.

She turned and left, leaving the guards to deal with it. She saw no point in her having too much more to do with it. Instead, she started searching for Aeron. She was always looking for a higher position...and yet she had never said anything to disrespect her. It had caught her attention...that, and the age at which she already was a team leader. She might have sent a guard, but she didn't want to end up forgetting her plan. It was likely to happen, but she didn't like telling others to help her remember. Any of them might be an enemy; that was always in her mind. She also didn't like sending her orders through other people, even if it was written. Couldn't be too careful, after all.

Now, though, she wished she had followed the motorcycle when she had had the chance. The other could have waited there for a little while longer. the guards would have at least kept him alive, anyway. She stopped, irritated. She was never going to find the girl this way. Instead, she headed back to her own home. Hopefully it was a little closer to wherever Aeron was staying. It wasn't how she had wanted to handle things, but searching the streets on her own was not going to work. She could run, and probably end up covering more distance than walking, and a lot faster, but then would she have the energy to get home?

When she got home, she ordered one of the guards there to go and find Aeron for her. The girl wanted a higher position? Wanted to prove herself? Fine; she would get a chance. She still wouldn't steal her position. After all, who would take over if anything happened to Annamarie? She couldn't be sure of what anyone else might do in that position, so she had to keep it. ...For now. She wrote down her plan so she would remember when the girl got there, and kept it in her sight, so no one would take it. It was only notes, mostly random words here and there, so that, even if it was taken, they wouldn't understand it without her state of mind. She'd still have to burn it later, but she may need it when Aeron got there. She waited patiently for the girl to arrive.

"So we have to draw Meiosis and Mitosis?" Chelsea asked, and Aeron nodded, annoyed. The biology lab Aeron said she'd help Chelsea with. Aeron, of course, had already finished, with a great number of neat drawings and explanations everywhere. It was tedious, since Aeron knew all of this many years ago, it al seemed redundant. So Aeron's mind drifted to other things while Chelsea began writing down the procedure for the lab.

Stylmist. Whiting. Locke. Those three people whirled around in her head like a storm. Those three people were the key for her ambition. Aeron needed to devise a plan to gain the upper hand she so desired and lusted for. Maybe if she-

"Hey, Aer," Chelsea looked up. "What should I write for the conclusion, and the results? It seems dumb because they are both the same."

Aeron was snapped out of her thoughts and calmly guided Chelsea through the lab write-up.

(Sorry I couldn't write more than this.. D= )

Emily nodded as She and Ori cleaned out the meet and then she smiled brightly "I'm glad to have the company." She said for the millionth time. "It can get very lonely up here. Nearest town is Petoskey, at the end of this road you take a left, then you go down thumb lake Road for quite a far off distance. Then at the end of that road you take a right and go straight for about twenty minutes and u run into the cute town." Emily smiled "I am giving you directions because you may need to know this."

A Guard stood behind the young Aeron and grabbed her by the shoulder "Your leader wants to speak with you, your coming with me now." The guard was only doing his duty and he saw Aeron as scum, scum the dark force leader wanted to speak with. He did not care that this girl could kill him with one movement, he was there to aid Alexandra, he was her personal guard unit. If he died Alexlandra would be pissed. "You know you were very easy to find young one." The guard began to drag Aeron to his Malibu and threw her in the back seat. Apart from swat teams everyone had a Malibu car, it was the only car allowed. The guard didn't give her much of a chance or room to even fight off, though was sure she had struggled he couldn't feel anything, not even a bite on his arm if Aeron had bit him.