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As Randall diligently worked on his false pretense for appearing at the White House the next morning, his computer called to him with a flashing yellow light. "Sir, there are military personnel in the area."

"Oh, delightful," Randall sighed, chewing on the tip of his pen before continuing to fill in blanks. "My favorite people. Don't you know they just love showing off their 'might' to us CIA folk? Bunch of muscle heads, they are. Who is it, by the way?"

"Lieutenant General Felix Maverick, sir."

"You've got to be kidding me," Randall groaned. The last time he had encountered Felix, he ended up with a face-full of Mojito. "What's he doing in Washington?"

"I am uncertain, sir, though my intelligence tells me he's currently unaccompanied."

"Unaccompanied? Is he insane? With all this talk of a New Rebellion springing up? Does he want to be killed?" Randall growled in annoyance. It seemed that no one took his department's warnings seriously. "Does it appear that he's in danger?"

"Not at the moment, sir. Would you like me to phone him?"

"No!" Randall immediately responded. "The last thing I want to do is talk to that guy. Well, until he apologizes for making me look like a fool in front of the entire military and dousing me with mint and rum. Call headquarters and see if they can authorize a support squadron to monitor his location, just in case, alright? At least I'll be doing my duty. Oh, and make sure the squadron is authorized to intervene and use deadly force if necessary."

"Yes, right away, sir."

"Oh, and are there other military personnel where he's staying?"

"My files show that there are, sir."

"Well, tell headquarters to inform them that their 'fearless leader' is roaming about on his own, alright?"

Randall opened the window of his room to see if he could spot any commotion outside, but the darkness surrounding the perimeter of the White House concealed the action below.

The grip on Zee's leg tightened a bit before Xaelis let go.
"What the hell?" She whispered, impossible for anyone to hear as she was so low to the groud.
Xaelis picked herself up, leaning against the wall of the alleyway, her foot almost slipping out of the shadows.
She desperately wanted to know what was going on. She had thought there was only one man following them, but now two?

Xaelis shook her head, What do we do? She gave the other three girls a look, hoping their eyes adjusted to the pitch blackness of the shadows.
Xaelis, undoubtebly would've been able to hold down one man, but surely they must have been on a team, it felt to Xaelis like she had just stumbled upon two people's meeting grounds, yet her thoughts were off.

Troy had been ready, dressed up as the man that she is known to be, in a matter of minutes. Where she currently stayed in, she was known as Troy, the name that was given to her by her birthparents, for reasons not known to her. Why they named her such an obviously masculine name, she really has no clue. But during the recent times, she thanks them, whereever they may be.

She was off to her other apartment, a place not known to the government. A place that was purposely ignored, as payment for her services: her privacy. It was a rare occassion that the government had placed no cameras... only a recording chip under the her grand piano (which she was aware of). This is to ensure her services and her "loyalty". She would b going there to compose another melody, which the government would soon convert into techno. It pissed her of when they do that, but that was a small price to pay for being "legally free". In a sense, she would gladly accept it, as long as they changed nothing but the medium of the music. After all, the music should be universal.

But they wouldn't dare change it. At least, they haven't found a better way to compose numbing and intelectually-insulting, yet smooth and hypnotic tunes like her. They haven't composed anything that prevents weak minded people from developing a conscience! Troy smirked as she walked the slightly rainy skies of Washington, recalling how a few months ago, the rebellion had almost started when they didn't play the tunes she composed. The new rebellion almost started... if it wasn't for her.

However, a few weeks ago, her moods started to shift... She was glad the government were too stupid to notice the aura of her melodies. She felt the call of the rebellion... the haunting memories of her betrayal were mercilessly torturing her. A reason probably was because she still stayed as Troy for most of the time.

But the sound from her computer earlier as she dressed, inspired her. "It was about time anyway." She said to herself, in her soft, natural, and feminine voice.

Adjacent to where she walked, was a small alley where four ladies hid from the two men that followed them... Troy did not notice, nor did Troy care... but soon she will realize that appearing as Troy after 3 years of disappearing was not going to do her any good.

Marco sighed as first Zee disappeared, and then the others who he hadn't met. Short meeting he thought to himself as he stood up. Picking the folder off his desk and shutting the computer down.
He walked out through the door, dropping the folder on Tara's desk. Tara looked up and said "There is a message for you Mr Blanct."
Marco looked around and took the letter out of Tara's Petite hands. "Thank you, Tara" he said and walked out of the second door. he walked back to his quarters in the officers barracks. falling back on to his mattress he opened the letter.
Another request but this time it was from the government, and it was requesting him. The was a flight waiting for him, he needed to be on it soon. quickly he packed and and got to the airport. There was the small jet ready to take him to DC.

((A while later))

Marco stepped into the black Chevrolet that was going to take him to his hotel. He had only been to DC once, that was when he met Zee. He looked out of the car's tinted windows, watching the streets go past. looking around he saw a face he of some thought he knew, It looked like Felix.
Marco remembered when they first met, In boot camp, They were forced together in a team exercise, and had stuck together since. He pulled out his Cellphone and searched through his contacts. Yep, he still had Felix's number. Marco dialled it and but the phone to his ear.

Mattox cursed under his breath as he jumped at the low voice. That was something he wasn't expecting. He looked to the street and the light that was offered to see the silhouette of a man who was most likely the owner of the replying voice.

He walked forward cautiously. It seemed that Mattox wasn't the only 'stalker' out there. He stopped about five feet away from the man who looked as if he could easily take Mattox down if the case presented itself. "Hello," he said again, this time in a more quizzical tone. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly, in a naive tone as if he were a child.

"Why are you following ..." he stopped in mid-question, realizing that such a question was unnecessary as he was doing the same thing, only five seconds ahead of the man.

Mattox stood, staring, unsure of what to do. Should he walk up to the man? And if he did, what would happen to him? Or should he back off into the shadows like a wimp? The last option was looking rather welcoming at that moment, but instead, Mattox did nothing but stand in that one spot.

Felix grinned. The type of smile he makes when he knows he will be entertained. The alley was dark, so his sight wasn't the best, but he could see the outline the kid made. "Hmm? The names Felix. Can't help but stalking the stalker. Bit of irony I would say. So what are..."

burrrrrreen Felix stops mid sentence. burrrrrreen His cell phone was on vibrate in his pocket. burrrrrreen He was too careful to leave his cell phone on any kind of ringing tone, besides he didn't want it ringing all the time. With vibrate, he could make excuses to why he didn't pick up. Putting his free hand in his pocket, the other hand holding the umbrella, he clicked the silence button to stop the vibrating.

Taking the cellphone out he popped it open and looked at the phone ID that showed up on the display. The light from the cellphone glowed a blue over Felix's face. Showing some of his rugged facial features, his brown hair held down by a beret and other military looking garbs. "Well I don't know that number." A second passed and a name showed up. "Oh, but I do know that name."

It was Pvt. Marco Blanct. A sniper specialist who was honorably discharged for health problems. He was introduced to him from Sgt. Bocephus, one of his trusted companions in the military. Bo was a friend of Felix's since High School, and well. He did find interesting people. Felix recalled the man named Marco having an interesting outlook on the politics of America. Felix hated super loyalists as he called them, they were always so slit throat about things.

Felix clicked the accept button and held the phone to his face. With his voice at the same volume as he said hello to the lad, he said "Getting mugged, call you back later. Bye." And hung up the phone. His voice was kind of energetic, giving a 'was he serious' question to whoever he hung the phone up to. He was obviously joking, but not sure how Marco would handle it. He knew Felix was a joker, so hopefully he wouldn't get serious on Felix.

Clearing his throat and he placed the cell phone away, Felix returned his grin. "So... Like I was saying. Why are you stalking a bunch of girls eh, perv?" He voice was still in a joking tone. "What is your name so I can put you on the top ten obvious stalkers."

(So sorry I've missed so much.)

Sophie Duveux stood in a trance, staring down out of her window. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, just standing. Unlike other humans in a trace she was particularly graceful as she stared. She was, though deeply absorbed in staring not noticing anything that was happening beneath her window. So deep into her trace Sophie almost didn't hear her phone ring. She jumped, although very gracefully, out of her trance and walked towards her phone. She picked up the old fashioned, 1950's vintage phone, that she'd bought, ignoring the fact that almost everyone used hologram cells now. If someone wanted to contact her that could pick up the bloody phone. Not that she'd ever tell anyone that, but that was exactly what Sophie was thinking as she picked up her phone. Luckily Anastasya had the tact to call her star by phone, instead of getting Sophie's silent anger.
"Sophie!" Two voice rang out of the phone, Anastasya and of course, Anastasya partner in ballet and life, Petya. Sophie smiled hesitantly at their enthusiastic yells.
"Nastya, Petya, what would your reason be for calling me at this hour?" She humored them a little, trying to sound angry, seeing as they were laughing on the other end it wasn't working.
"We need our little swan." Anastasya's clear voice rang out.
"Is it rehearsal already?" Sophie asked. She was clearly surprised. Anastasya sighed on the other end of the phone.
"Have you been off in 'Le monde de Sophie' again?" Anastasya sighed, Sophie was usually a little spaced out, but this was getting sad.
"Oui." Sophie answered. She rolled back onto the heels of her feet about to break off into French. "Ne commencez pas babying moi, je suis eu en pleine croissance. Quittez-moi pour vous apprêter à venir. Je vous aime deux de toute son âme, mais s'il te plaît..."
Anastasya sighed and interrupted Sophie, "Just get ready and come to the studio. Bye."
Sophie uttered goodbye and hung up the phone. She grabbed her always ready dance bag and headed out the door of her apartment. Her large bag was slung over one petite shoulder, her waterfall of dark brown hair falling onto it. Her slim, tiny body bounced slightly with elegance.

Amaya hissed gently as the man came into view. She tried to set herself so that she could pounce without hurting the girls. However, things weren't going to plan as a military man came into view. Wow...what her luck? Turning, she began picking the lock to the door. It took her a moment, but she managed to undo it. As she opened the door, she pushed the girls in before jumping out. "I'm so going to regret this.."

"Sweetheart!" She smiled to their "stalker" hugging him. "Oh, hunny why didn't you tell me you were coming to meet me?" Tilting her head, she kissed his cheek before facing the military personnel. "Oh, I'm so sorry to trouble you officer. My hunny here was coming to meet me in this spot. He's HORRIBLE with directions y'see." She hugged up to the man's arm nuzzling against his shoulder. "So, is there a problem?"

Hugging up to this male was just pissing her off. They were disgusting creatures that did nothing but hurt and tease. And here she was hugging him up and saving his ass. She hid the impulse to puke as she tried to make herself look believable. Hopefully this military personnel didn't see too much of the chasing. She would have to think fast to explain herself.

Felix watched as what seemed to be a girl came out and started hugging the guy. Calling him sweetheart and other boyfriend-ish names. Felix was first perplexed then smiled. Actually it was back to his excited grin. "Oh no problems."

Felix began walking slowly to the couple. The girl was all over him. Reaching into is pocket he popped his cell phone out again. When he got close enough, he popped the cell open to show a dim light over the two. The purple skin girl and the guy he was following. "Okay I want you kids to listen carefully. No talking, just listening and obeying."

Felix had a serious expression on his face. He didn't want to give away his prank. "One of you, hand me your ID. Don't and I call somebody you don't want, police or something."

Marco raised an eyebrow as he heard what Felix had to say. Well He knew he still had the right number. Snapping the phone shut he slipped it into his pocket as the car pulled up beside his hotel, He open the door and stepped out as a porter hurried over and removed his luggage from the car's boot. He stepped into the foyer and a man dressed in black stepped over to him, "Mr. Blanct, follow me please." he pivoted and headed for the elevator.
Slightly confused, Marco followed, stepping into the elevator. The man pressed the button for fifth floor and the lift slid silently up.

Mattox was about to deny the accusation of him being a stalker but was stopped with the man reaching for his phone. What would his excuse be for following the girls anyway? There was no guarantee that the man wasn't part of the government, so to say anything about the Rebellion was definetely out of the question, and he couldn't really think of anything clever to say in place of that, so he remained silent.

The man hung up his phone and began talking to Mattox again, calling him a perv ... and a stalker once more. "I'm not-"

Mattox was interrupted before he could defend himself by a high voice - the type of voice he had expected to hear earlier, but not now. He jumped back as one of the girls, the purple girl, hugged him and called him -- sweetheart? Now he was just confused. What a situation to get ones self into.

Deciding that there was worse he could do than play along, he did just so, "hey, uh ... you," he said stupidly and unsurely. Mattox looked at the man, "yes. I'm horrible with directions," he repeated after the girl, trying to play along cleverly, but failing miserably.

The man asked for one of their IDs and immediately Mattox reached into his sweater, trying to look for his wallet. Realizing that he hadn't brought his wallet, for some reason, on his prolonged walk, he frantically searched through the pockets of his doctor's scrubs. He stopped searching for a moment, unable to find anything and then realized that he still had his hospital ID on his shirt. Mattox unclipped the ID from his shirt and timidly held it out for the man.

"Ah perfect." Felix said snatching the ID away from him. Hospital ID. It had year of birth, hospital number/name, and his name. Mattox Leung, 22 years old, medical #117. He flickered his cell phone, checking the ID as best as he could with only two hands available. Fumbling around a little. Okay, lets see if your telling the truth here.

Felix turned his attention to the purple girl. He had a grin as he started to stare at her. Flashing the light at her, to show he was talking to her. "Okay Ms. What's his name? Forgive me if I don't believe you. I don't think this lad has a blueberry fetish."

Then Felix thought of another thing, "Oh. And the other girls who were with you, are they hiding back there?" Felix flicked his light, but was at no avail. "I don't you can answer that question successfully, but hey. I could be very wrong. But I even further doubt her knows yours."

Felix mused to his own words. "Not sure what this is all about, defending stalker boy here. I mean jeez, you make me feel hurt." Still a grin on his face, the light from the cell would give the glow to his crooked smile.

As Randall happily stuffed his completed forgeries into an official looking binder stamped with Harvard's official seal, his cellphone rang. "Yes, Richard? Running into problems already?"

"Of course. The military brats aren't answering their phones."

"Ah, expected," Randall said with a frown, tossing aside an undershirt in search of a jacket. "I'm going to talk to Felix."

"Are you mad?" Richard replied incredulously. "Remember what he did-"

"Yes, yes. But I'm not going down there just to scold him. I actually do need his help and cooperation. And if the big boys upstairs won't do it, I'll just go and talk to him myself."

"Alright, but it's your ego at stake here, buddy."

"Yeah, good night, Richard." Click. Randall clapped his phone shut and shoved it in his pants pocket. "Well, computer, what are the chances that I'll be attacked tonight? The usual?"

"Yes, sir. 75%."

"Delightful. I'll be sure to dress appropriately. I'm sure about 50% of that is due to Felix himself, right?"

"You could be right in all probability, sir."

"You couldn't lie to me even to make me feel better, could you?"

"No sir, I could not."

Randall chuckled to himself as he threw on a pair of dark slacks, black shoes, a black overcoat and sunglasses specially equipped for seeing clearly in even the darkest night. After topping off his attire with a black fedora, he locked up his hotel room and headed into the lobby. No one gave him a second look as he walked past. In fact, most everyone else was dressed in heavy clothing due to the chilly night air. The only thing that struck the bellhop strange were his dark glasses.

"Sir, be careful wearing those at night," he said meekly. Randall looked a bit intimidating in his business attire.

"Of course, boy. Do I look like a fool?"

"N-no sir!"

"Good, then keep your mouth shut, will ya?" Randall said, patting the young man firmly on his back. "Computer, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, sir," his computer replied from a silver watch on Randall's left arm. "Do you require Felix's location?"

"Yeah, just give me a general inkling of where he is. I want to make sure he's not in a sensitive situation before I approach."

"Yes, sir."

The face of the watch transformed into a miniature radar screen, a green flashing dot representing Felix. "Ah, he's very close by, should be right down this way..."

As his query came into view, Randall noticed the two individuals standing with him. "Now, who are they?" Randall mumbled to himself as he walked along the sidewalk on the other side of the street, trying to keep his presence inconspicuous until the last possible moment. What was going on? An interrogation, perhaps? No, knowing Felix, he was probably just having fun with them. Randall rolled his eyes, but decided to maintain his distance.

"There are others in that alley beyond him, sir."

"Oh, can you identify them?"

"No, sir. They are out of range."

"Out of range? Don't give me that, they're right next to the White House!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Randall cursed his bad luck and reached up to his pair of sunglasses. After touching a small red button near his ear, the lenses provided him with night vision. Everything was now in stark contrast and tinted a bright green. Although it was unclear, he could just barely make out three vague shapes in the shadows of the alley. He wasn't sure that Felix was aware of their presence, so he slowly crossed the street towards the gathering.

"Good evening, gentleman, and lady," Randall said quietly, noticing the strange skin tone and pointed ears of the girl. He made it a point to make eye-contact with Felix and lower his sunglasses to let him know who he was. "Does there seem to be a problem here?"

Xaelis almost squealed as she was pushed further inside of the darkness. A chill ran up her spine as she motioned to Sunrielle and Zee, a questioned looked and a muteless, What the hell do we do now?"

Xaelis, being the journalist she was, had an I.D. But she had no name on the other man. That stranger who had been following them.
The woman was confused as to who he was and why Amaya even defended him.
This was her plan now, though, and despite the punch Xaelis held back between clutched fists, there wasn't much she could do from the lurked shadows she stood with.

[[ Have a swim meet, Regionals. Coming back on late Saturday night. [:
If my character needs to be controlled, go ahead. <3 Thanks, sorry. ]]

Mattox immediately regretted his giving his ID to the man when he asked the girl what Mattox's name was. How could he tell her without bringing attention to himself? Well, he couldn't really, at least not obviously. So he tried the obvious and cleared his throat rather loudly, slurring his name out to her, in hopes that she'd hear it, but even he couldn't hear the words clearly. He looked at the purple girl and hoped that she'd be able to think of something clever.

Suddenly another man came up. "Good Evening, gentleman, and lady." Mattox realized that he had been holding his breath as at that moment he exhaled deeply from the relief. At least that could buy them some time to be 'introduced' to each other in some way.

Felix sighed to the boys cough. Oh yes, like I don't know what your doing. I am right next to you. Felix closed his cell phone putting it away. "Well..."

And then an unwelcomed guest. At first Felix did not recognize him, but he tipped his glasses and the light was enough to tell. It was Randall Smith, a pet for the CIA. Even with the intrusion, Felix did not give his smile away. It may of gotten bigger. "Oh yes, Mr. Smith. Nice rainy night eh? Last time I saw you I told the waitress you were flirting with you were married. Haha, you smelt like mint afterward."

Felix then looked back at the couple. "No trouble here, Mattus was just flirting in a dark alley with a purple tattooed girl... in the rain. No everything looks normal to me."

After being shoved back into the building, before taking stock of her surroundings Zee had had her ear pressed against the solid wooden door. She could hear the voices, and it looked like they were having a dilemmna...

Amaya and the stalker were being interrogated by a certain Felix. He was interrogating them, asking for ID's.....

And then there was another voice, a voice that made Zee want to run out and cry and rip someone's head off at the same time. It was the unmistakable voice of Randall Smith, ex-Rebellion participator.

For a minute, Zee froze as she remembered the good times. Planning rallies on a big wooden table, playing checkers over a cup of coffee. But then her fist clenched, mind wrenched back to the present.... Randall was one of them now. He wasn't the same man she had known and loved like a father; he was an alien, strange lifeform whose motives Zee could not comprehend. Why? Why would he work for the Government?

Zee was itching to get out there and do something. But what? What good could she do? She didn't care. She would figure it out when she got there.

She motioned for Xealis and Surinelle to stay behind, giving a fierce glare to make them stay put. Then Zee took a deep breath, and threw open the door, pretending to be frustrated as she huffed out into the rain.

" Guys, are you coming in or what? " Zee stood under the landing, tapping her foot like she was impatient and doing her best to look believable. In her own opinion, she was doing pretty well. I should've been an actress, the thought flitted humorously across her mind.

As if she had just noticed them, Zee looked towards Felix and Randall. She nodded casually to Felix, but the look she gave Randall was a warning. It said, 'Don't blow my cover, or else'.
" Oh, good afternoon to you guys, also. "

Mattox laughed involuntary at the idea of him flirting with this girl. She was definitely not his type and he doubted he was hers. He stopped abruptly, however as one of the other girls suddenly appeared from behind them. So there was a door there.

The girl started acting in her own way as well. Apparently there were a whole lot of individuals who thought that their real calling in life was acting. "We just got a little proccupied with a new ... friend," Mattox replied, figuring that he should say something.

He hadn't completely realized that it had been raining until the obvious was pointed out. Mattox's own clothes were now soaked to his skin and he was becoming cold with each extra drop that fell. He would love more than anything to get out of the rain -- after he was out of this uncomfortable situation, of course.

Oh what's this? A newcomer? A small nod from the girl towards Felix and a dirty look pointed at Smith. Felix couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Putting his hand into his pocket, he dropped the medical ID inside and took out the cellphone again. He wasn't even thinking about the little ID. Taking out the cell, he shined the light on Smith and the new girl. Looks like Mattox was playing along as well, poorly. But Felix wasn't paying attention too much.

Then Felix crooked his head a bit. Giving a questioning look at the new girl. Then he said excitedly, "Oh wait! I know you! Ms. Zee Williams, the vice presidents daughter. Haha! Sorry, I like to watch the politics channel. Helps me sleep and I like seeing when they lie." Moving his hand toward Smith. "Which Mr. Smith probably helps make up."

Felix looked back at Williams then back to Smith. His grin was huge. "Ah." He pointed at Smith and Williams, "Oh I get it! That dirty look from earlier. You are here to recover her, funny. I see, do we have a case of rebellious princess syndrome? Haha!"

Felix started to walk away from the group, back to the street. He waved his umbrella behind him, giving the group half the peace sign with the picture on top. "Well I'll leave you love birds alone."

Randall concealed his irritation at the lieutenant general, but just barely. A large, throbbing vein was clearly visible on the side of his left temple. The fact that Zee herself was one of the people hiding out in the alleyway didn't help the situation, either. Curse that Felix! He was never any help at all! Randall was determined that this would be the last time he acted on any concerns he felt for the safety of that military brat. But he did have to admit, Felix had at least left him with a viable excuse for being on the scene.

"And to clarify, Felix, the CIA does not fabricate lies. We only exaggerate the truth!" After glaring fiercely at the back of Felix's retreating head, he turned to Zee, trying desperately to hide any discomfort.

"Good evening, Ms. Williams. As the Lieutenant General so eloquently put it, I am here to return you to the White House. You may have heard that I have an appointment scheduled tomorrow with the president's son, but I happened to be in town early." The look on Randall's face was stony as he spoke, purposefully devoid of any emotion, but his heart was aching unbearably.

"I'm afraid, however, that I'll have to take your little friends into custody, Ms. Williams," he continued, pressing a tiny yellow button on the opposite side of his shades. "Conspiracy for an attempt to kidnap you, and all that," he said with a small grin.

Randall was acting on instinct. He wasn't sure if taking Zee's companions into custody would be in alignment with the CIA's goals, but he felt it would at least be a step in the right direction. In moments, several men stepped out of nearby alley ways, each wearing attire similar to Randall's. They stopped a few meters away from the scene and stood motionless.

"Well, we can do this one of two ways, Ms. Williams. You can return quietly and let me do my job, or you can be... yourself." Randall steeled himself for what he might have to do, and put one hand on the hilt of one of his throwing knives.

OOC: You guys can play the CIA agents any way you like. They're just filler NPC's, pretty much. Typical goons