Earth

Hong Kong, China
"Ninety-nine... One-hundred." Robbie finishes his normal round of sit-ups with a grunt and unfolds his hands from behind his head, laying on the floor for a minute or two. He turns his head to the side and stretches his arm out. Concentrating, he picks up the towel laying a few feet away from him and pulls it over. It drops to the floor right before he grabs it. "Again! What is wrong with me?" Robbie mutters grabbing the towel and sitting up. He wipes the sweat off his face and the back of his neck then gets up. He goes into the small bathroom in his apartment and washes his face, brushes his teeth, and then jumps in the shower.

He's just stepping out of the shower when he hears the sound of his apartment door being opened. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Robbie steps out of the bathroom and picks up the two guns sitting on the dresser next to the bathroom door. He drops the guns and raises them up above his head as he steps into the main part of the living room.

"Put the guns down handsome. It's just me," comes a silky, seductive voice behind his right ear. He whips around to face the brunette behind him.

"Sylvia!" he blurts, his eyebrows raising up, the guns clattering to the floor behind him.

"Yes?" she asks, moving closer to him. She trails a finger up Robbie's chest, causing him to shudder under her touch. "Relax honey, I'm not gonna hurt you. Not this time. The Division agents after you might though."

"Division agents?!" Robbie steps back away from Sylvia quickly, going to glance out of the window. Sylvia laughs and sits on the counter behind her.

"You are too easy to lie to," Sylvia says, running a hand through her thick, curly brown locks. Robbie turns and glares at her. "Paranoid too."

"You would be too Sylvia if you knew what was good for you." Robbie stalks past her, picking his guns up off the floor, going back into his bedroom. He puts his guns on top of the dresser and jerks open one of the drawers, pulling out some clean boxers. He drops the towel and pulls the boxers on then picks up a pair of jeans off the floor and starts pulling them on.

"But you see, I do know what's good for me. That's why I'm joining them," Sylvia coos as she walks into the bedroom. She sits on the bed and crosses her legs, leaning back on her hands. Robbie turns towards her with an upraised eyebrow. "You heard me sweetheart. I'm joining the Division."

"Which Division could possibly want a Stitch like you Sylv?"

"The Oriental Division."

Robbie scoffs. "You're going to them? Why?" He pulls a shirt out of a lower dresser drawer and pulls it on, then picks a light blue hoodie up from a chair against the wall and pulls it on, leaving the front unzipped.

"Maybe because I've been offered a high priority job that involves me traveling around Asia to find scattered POP Father followers."

"POP Father followers? I thought they were all dead. Carver and his croonies ended them I thought."

"So did I, but apparently not. And they're using their powers. So the NAD, the OD, and several of Europe's multitude of Divisions are all out looking for them and any other specials that are using their powers out in public. Which is why you need to start laying low."

"Wow Sylvia. You actually sound like you care about me!" Robbie says sarcastically, pulling on a pair of tennis shoes. Sylvia gets up from the bed and grabs Robbie's guns, causing him to freeze. She rolls her eyes and hands him the guns, but Robbie continues watching her with a wary eye.

"Why do you act like I'm going to hurt you first chance I get?"

"Maybe because last time we were together you basically crippled me and I had to literally beg at your feet before you'd even put me back on mine."

Sylvia sighs. "Robbie, I just want you to lay low for a while. You've been answering a lot of calls lately."

"Yeah and I'm starting to rack up the dough too," Robbie cuts in with a cocky grin, sticking his guns in the waist band of his jeans.

"Yeah I know. And if you're not careful, you're going to catch Division's attention and I'm not going to be able to stop them from getting you. Not if I want to keep my cover in the OD from being blown."

Robbie's eyebrows shoot up high. "Cover?"

"I've joined the rebellion as well."

"Good for you Sylvia! Now don't get yourself killed. You may be able to heal others, but don't forget you can't heal yourself."

"I know, I know Robbie. You don't have to remind me. Now do yourself a favor. Use that extra cash you've got and hire yourself a shadow. You're going to need one. This war, it's only going to get worse. Especially since Carver's dead."

Robbie sighs and thinks about it for a minute. "How about this? I'll lay low, stop using my power, drop off the radar for a while okay? But I'm not hiring myself a shadow. Okay?"

"Okay. Just be careful Robbie." Sylvia stands and kisses Robbie's cheek. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. I can't heal everything you know."

"I know. And you don't have to worry about me Sylvia. I'm a big boy. I don't need anyone to take care of me. I can do that myself."

"Yeah, I know. That's what I'm worried about." Sylvia gives Robbie a smile then leaves the apartment, closing the door behind her. Robbie sighs again and sits on the edge of his bed, running a hand over his face.

"Carver's dead... This is gonna cause some major shit for the rebellion now," he mutters, getting up and leaving the apartment as well, going the opposite way of Sylvia.



Hong Kong, China
"Mmmmm.... That was delicious Mei! I love your cooking," Tessa says to the young Chinese woman bustling around in the large kitchen.

"Thank you Miss Tessa," the woman says with a smile. "Now clean up your place and get ready for our day in the market together."

"Okay." Tessa picks up her bowl, plate, and chopsticks and takes them over to the sink, gently dropping them into the soapy water. She washes them and watches as Mei cleans up the rest of the mess left by their meal. "Hey Mei, what are we doing in the market today?"

"Well, we're going to go shopping for dinner tonight, and we're going to look for a suitable and modest dress for you, then maybe we can-" she pauses and blinks, as if she forgot what she was going to say.

"Then maybe we can go to the mall afterwards. Isn't that what you were going to say?" Tessa looks at Mei, talking normally, if not a little slowly, her eyes completely black. "You saw they're having a sale on your favorite item there. So you were planning on going and letting me go hang out with some of my friends tonight. We talked about this last night. My father said it was okay with him, so we made plans. We were going to go to the market, and I was going to pick out what we're going to have for dinner, then you're going to give me dad's card so I can go pick out some new outfits then go to a movie with some friends. And I have no curfew tonight," she tacks on to the end.

"Right Miss Tessa," Mei says slowly, the "memories" of them making plans the night before filling her mind.

"Good," Tessa says, her eyes returning to normal. She finishes washing the dishes and puts them away. She turns to Mei and smiles. "Let me grab my purse real fast and then we can go!"

"Okay Miss Tessa, I'll wait at the door for you." Tessa smiles and goes to her bedroom real fast, grabbing her sling purse from her bed. She grabs the gun out of her bed side table drawer and stuffs it into her purse, then slips her knee-high high tops on, zipping the backs up quickly, and joins Mei at the front door. They leave and walk towards the market.



"Bye Mei, have fun at the mall. I'll see you at the house later!!" Tessa waves to the housekeeper then runs off down a side street. She slows to a walk as she joins the throng of people walking on the sidewalks. She casually walks to a bike rack and takes a pin out of her hair. She sticks the pin into the lock on the chain holding one of the bikes to the rack, quickly jimmying it and unlocking the chain. "Too easy," she scoffs and pulls the bike away from the rack, jumping on it. She crosses the street and starts pedaling quickly, intent on reaching her destination.

A few minutes later she pulls off onto a side street and follows it down til it ends. She glances around and gets off the bike. She places it against the wall and leaves it there, walking down a second side street. She glances around again, making sure she hasn't been followed and opens a back door into one of the many buildings around her. She stands behind a screen, watching a very pretty older Chinese woman finish with her current client. She steps out from behind the screen and walks to the long mahogany table the woman is sitting at.

"Tessa! What are you doing here?" the woman asks, not getting up.

"I need your help to find someone," Tessa states, pulling a zip-loc bag with a cigarette butt in it. The woman's eyebrows raise as she takes the bag from Tessa.

"Who is it?" Emily asks, opening the bag and taking a glove off.

"Someone I believe can help us."



Los Angeles, California
"Ugh!! No no no no no! Stupid mother fuc-!"

"Christina no! Do not cuss. You know I don't allow that," a soothing voice says. A tall blonde woman strides into the kicthen and comes to stand behind a younger blonde girl who's sitting at a table, scribbling furiously in a sketchbook. "What is it dear?"

"I just lost the connection. Another wipe. Mother, the rebels are getting smart. I don't know what to do! Everyone I get a connection with over there keeps I don't know, finding out! It's like they have a counter-watcher or something!" Christina exclaims, throwing her sketchbook across the table. Her mother - Abigail Luckett, NAD top agent and Sniff - walks over to the other side of the table. She picks up the sketchbook and flips through the pages.

"You're drawing has improved greatly honey," she says nonchalantly.

"It's not my job to draw pretty pictures mom," Christina says impatiently, tapping her pencil on the edge of the table, her chin propped up on her hand.

"I know dear. Here," she places the sketchpad back down in front of Christina, a new clean page on top. "Try thinking of someone else. In a different area. How about... Hong Kong? Emily Hu."

"Mother I've watched her before! I've watched her and Kira and Waters and I've even tried watching Cassie and Nick! I don't ever get anything important!" She shoves the sketchbook away. Abigail patiently pushes it back in front of her daughter.

"Try again. But focus just on this one person. Emily Hu. Cmon, just try."

"Fine mom, but I'm not going to get anything." Christina closes her eyes. Suddenly she's halfway across the world, in a back alleyway behind a restaurant. There's a group of people there. Christina gasps.

"What is it honey?" she hears her mom ask.

"I see people. It's a group. I don't know how many. I see only a couple faces though. A red headed girl, a black haired one. I see guys too. Hey he's cute!"

"Christina..."

"Sorry... I can't tell what they're talking about. Actually I don't think they're talking at all! I don't know. Ugh... Everything is too dark... Like they've got a shadow with them or someth- Wait a minute. Is that...?" She opens her eyes and looks down at the sketch pad. Outlines of people have been drawn onto the page, a couple of faces in more detail then others. She points to one of the girls in the group. "Mom? Is that me?"

Abigail takes the sketchpad and smiles, nodding her head. "Thank you Chrissy. This is exactly what we needed. I'll have you draw anymore details you remember seeing, like signs or anything, or later. That'll let us no where they are."

"Mom."

"Yes Chrissy dear?"

"When am I going to Hong Kong?"

"Tomorrow. Now go to your room and pack your bags. I've got to call our boss."

"Okay." Christina gets out of the chair she's in and leaves the kitchen, but she stops in the hall, listening to her mother's phone call.

"Agent Chavez? Yes it's Agent Abigail Luckett. I need to speak to the Director.... Thank you.... Yes, hi Director.... Chrissy just had a vision.... Emily Hu.... Yes I think she's working with the rebellion force still.... No I doubt it. She turned to them before Carver's death.... Probably.... No I think it'd be in our best interest she stay alive. For now anyway.... Yes.... A couple faces.... More Specials I think. Probably working with the rebellion. No way to know now though.... Yes I'll fax them over now.... I'm going to see if she'll draw more details later...." Abigails voice trails off as she moves inito the living room.

Christina straightens and walks to her room but stops right outside the door and stumbles back a bit as she's hit by a sudden vision. But this one's about herself. Dying.

Hong Kong, China

Fae turns around to see if anyone was following her a little paranoid. Ever since she got out this morning she had this feeling that she was being followed. She starts walking even faster looking back ever so often. Ok, Fae. Stop looking back noone is following you. She tries to tell herself everything is fine but she has this sense that she is wrong. She starts walking slower. She walks into a shop trying to get the feeling away. She walks straight to the back of the store and out the back. She then sprints until the paranoia is gone. She is farther away from where she wanted to be then she thought she was. She hasn't been to this part of the town and starts turning around in circles trying to look for a way back out. Crap. Crap. Crap. Where the hell am I? She soon starts walking around and then sees a familiar store. She then heads toward it and finds herself back to where she was.

NYC, New York

Natalia glanced out the window of her studio appartment, trying to keep mostly behind the curtains and out of view from anyone who might be in the street below. She hated living there but it was the only thing she could afford and still be able to go to school... not that she'd be able to do that much longer either. Too many people went to the little Mom & Pop store below her appartment, it had seemed quiet enough the day she came by to look at it but that had been a down right lie that probably had to do with the fact that it had been hailing when she had showed up. The little old woman had been nice enough letting her rent the studio appartment; it hadn't been used since her son had just disappeared without a word. People had been disappearing a lot lately. Seems like that was all that came across her desk at work, not that it bothered Natalia at all, and some of the situations had been rather sketchy to say the least.
Letting out a heavey sigh, Natalia went back to her desk in the corner and settled down to write more. She had been working on this story for a while now and it seemed like it might be coming to an end soon. She never had a plan for what she was writting... it just seemed to come out on it's own if she let it. If only her worlds were true, someone would finally see her for who she was instead of being rude about how she looked.

A famous South Korean Politicians House

Agitha's twin P90s flashed from behind a corner and fell silent as she heard the faint sound of three falling bodies. Her normally crisp blue eyes were almost completely black right now. Two of the guards were under her control, one was guarding the escape helicopter with several bombs strapped to him and another was laying explosives on the house's foundation. It was very difficult to keep a hold on them but if she didn't the scientists said they would add another scar to her chest. She held up at a large double door. It was the main door to the targets office. It was her main target but it would have been soooo boring to just burn some documents and kill the target. She used her foot to creak the door open and heard a sudden eruption of gunfire until a click singled the empty sound of a clip. She reached into her belt and pulled out a simple smoke grenade and chucking it in the room grinning. She opened the door more and just opened fire, She wasn't really aiming at anything, just spraying two full clips in a circle around the room. When the smoke cleared she saw the bullet riddled bodies of three guards and a trashed room, but no mr. target.

Agitha was not happy about having to play a game of hide and go seek so when a large explosions shook the grounds from the chopper she let out a small giggle. She sat down in the trashed desk chair and spun it around, feeling a sigh of relief as her connection with the now dead guard snapped. Spinning like a child she diverted her full attention to the second guard. He was just laying the last bomb and she quickly sent over her orders. Agitha shot out the window and jumped onto the grounds, disappearing back into the jungle. Looking back she watched as a large fire ball went up into the sky. Her pupils dilated back to a nearly normal stance. They were not quite normal though, she had too many tabs on guards at the base for them to be normal. With a satisfying laugh she quickly made her way to the rondevois point. She had overdone it again and knew the doctors would punish her anyways for harming her precious body again, she thought as she looked herself over at the various gashes along her body from cut glass and a from a small knife fight. She didn't mind though, 2 guards taken, 6 dead plus the target. She thought it had gone extremely well. A very good practice for what was to come back at the base.

Milan, Italy

The almost blunt pencil scribbled across the paper vigorously. “There are rows and rows of bench…pretty images of naked babies with wings on the ceiling…a wooden cross suspended down the centre of the ceiling…colourful light shining through the windows…” a rushed voice spoke as the pencil continued to scribble along the paper. A number of eyes watch the paper closely seeing an image starting to form, it looked like a Church. A pair of hazel eyes shot open as the pencil stopped moving. “Saint Peter’s Church,” the girl’s voice spoke softly as her eyes trailed down on her drawing. It was exactly of what she saw in her mind, it was most defiantly Saint Peter’s Church it was the only one that had a cross hanging from its ceiling.

“Poor little Anthony, thinks he can escape from the Morettis,” a rough chuckle came from behind the group as immediately everyone stood up and straightened up. “Big John good evening..” the group mumbled before bowing their heads a little like the man was royalty. The girl walked over and handed Big John the drawing, although there was no need for her to always draw the images she saw she rather enjoyed doing just so she could go over what she saw in case she missed something. “I believe it’s time for us to go pray,” she smirked. “I believe you are right my darling Gabriella…I am feeling rather tired so why don’t you take some men with you and go pick Anthony up for me, you are the one that found him anyway,” Big John gave her a friendly pat on the back before walking back out of the room. Gabriella didn’t have to be told twice as she flicked her leather jacket on and put on her gloves before grabbing five men and heading out the door.

It didn’t take them long to arrive at the Church and luckily for them there was no services on which meant that they didn’t have to worry about innocent bystanders. They parked their car in a nearby alleyway, leaving one man behind to keep the engine running in case they got in some trouble. Gabriella strutted towards the front entrance and signalled her partners to enter from different sides as she pulled out one of her pistols from its holsters and quietly entered the church. Her eyes shifted quickly around the place until they stopped at a lonely figure kneeing in front of the alter. “Well well Anthony think you can run from us…” she called out to him before slowly making her way down the rows of benches. Her eyes kept gazing around the place to make sure the he was alone. “Huh?” He rose up and quickly scrambled a few steps back. “Please I tried to get the money but I couldn’t….I have a children…please don’t kill me.”

Gabriella chuckled, “we aren’t going to kill you…Big John just wants to talk with you, just a friendly chat between workmates.” She lied, as if Big John never wanted to just talk, talking to him meant beating the shit out of people. “So why don’t you make this easy for me and just come with me.”
“I don’t think that will happen,” just then a dark haired man stepped out from behind one of the curtains and with him followed a number of armed men. Gabriella’s mouth dropped open as she cursed underneath her breath and then dived for cover amongst the benches. As soon as she hit the ground bullets started flying all across the room. She carefully crawled along the ground trying her best to stay hidden. “Don’t bother calling for back up because your men are all dead…I know who you are Gabriella Francesca Marino…..and I know what you can do.” Gabriella stopped moving, although she didn’t know the man was he did look rather familiar to her.

The Division. She cursed again, it had been about 2 years since she last bumped into them. It looked like they were back to recruit her or killer her. She didn’t want either and so wouldn’t make this an easy kill or easy capture for them. Gabriella pulled out her other pistol and began moving through the benches again.

Los Angeles, California, USA
Abigail shuts the cell phone with a click. her conversation with the unknown head of the NAD known only as "The Director" had gone over well. Abigail was to locate a Wiper by the name of Joshua Carson and either pay him, seduce him, or use force to get him to come along with the two of them to Hong Kong. There were a few too mnay rebels who needed pieces of their memory erased. She on the other hand was to meet an equally, or even more infamous Division agent by the name of Alexei Sakhalin in what was left of Hong Kong's pathetic excuse of a Division.

"Christina, honey? Can you come here please?" Abigail calls down the hall to her daughter. Chrissy, being the obedient daughter she is, immediately stops what it is she's doing and steps into the hall.

"Yes mother? Is there something you need me to do?" she asks, tucking a piece of golden blonde hair behind her ear.

"Yes. You need to go get someone for me." Abigail strides towards the far wall of the kitchen. She pushes on a part of the wall which quickly slides away to reveal a hidden safe. Abigail quickly opens the safe with three decisive turns of the dial. She pulls out a thick manila file folder and from within it pulls out a small zip-loc bag. A lock of hair is in the bag and a date is written on the front - August 24, 2001. Abigail takes off one thin glove and reaches into the bag, pulling the hair out. She inhales deeply, closing her eyes. "His name is Joshua Carson. He's a Wiper. You have three options: Seduce, pay, or force. I'll let you choose which to use first." She opens her eyes and drops the hair back into the bag and quickly gets a pen and post it. She scrawls down an address on the post it and hands it to Christina. "He's here and he's with someone."

"Yes ma'am, I'll go now," Christina says.

"That's my girl." Abigail pulls her glove back on and puts everything back away in the safe.



Christina loks at the address in her hand as she gets into her car - a silver Porsche Carrera. 'That's one of the coastal highschools... What's he doing there?' she wonders as she starts the car. It takes only fifteen minutes to drive to the school. She reaches over and opens the glove box, pulling a Glock out for just in case. Checking herslf in the rearview mirror, Christina slicks on some strawberry flavored lipgloss and runs a hand through her natural beachy wave hair. She tucks the gun under her dress and gets out of the car, locking it behind her.

She silently slips into the highschool but stops when she hears heavey breathing and grunts. Seems she walked in on two people in the midst of throes of passion, or however that phrase goes. She steps out into the middle of the hallway, out of the shadows to see a guy grining up on a girl who's pressed tightly against the lockers. Christina rolls her eyes, glad they're at least in the shadows. She clears her throat loudly, trying to catch either's attention, but they're so engrossed in each other that they don't notice her.

Chrissy sighs and reaches for the Glock. She doesn't hesitate to cock it then fire a round down the hall, the bullet lodging itself in the wall. The couple immediately jumps apart and stare at Christina. Christina retracts her arm with the gun, crossing it over her chest with her other one, annoyed.

"Excuse me for interrupting," she says sarcastically. "I have a business proposition for you Joshua." Chrissy turns towards the other girl who's scrambling to fix her bikini. "Shoo," Christina says to her, motioning towards the nearest exit with the Glock. The girl doesnt hesitate and is out the doors in two second. "Now," Chrissy begins turning back towards Joshua. "Like I said, I have a business proposition for you. Division is interested in hiring you. And "no" is not an acceptable answer, as I'm sure you already know."

((OOC: Sorry for not posting Sylvia yet... I'm really busy right now and unable to. I'll try my best to have her up before the end of the night))

Christina

Los Angeles, California, USA
Chrissy shivers lightly under Joshua's touch. 'Damn... Mother didn't tell me he was so gorgeous,' Chrissy thinks, her breath catching slightly. 'Maybe seducing him first wouldn't be so bad...'

"I can offer myself or a decent sum of money, paid out in divedends during the trip," she says, ignoring her heart which was starting to race at the prospect of possibly giving herself to him. "Though if you want both... I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement." Chrissy grins slyly at Joshua, trailing the tips of her fingers down the side of his arm.

Sylvia

Hong Kong, China
Sylvia's sneakers splash in the puddles spread among mud and gravel mix beneath her feet. She hurries away from Robbie's apartment, trying to distance herself as far away as possible from him. Constantly checking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed, Sylvia wasn't paying attention to where she was going and ended up running smack into a dark ahired girl who looked thoroughly lost.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaims to the girl, her Australian accent strong. Looking her over, Sylvia took in the fact that she looked about the same age as her, and completely lost. She grins a little. "It's so easy to get lsot in this tangle of alley-ways and side streets isn't it?" She chuckles quietly. "Need some help getting somewhere? I'm Sylvia by the way." She sticks her hand out to the girl for a friendly shake.

Fae starts walking again and looking behind her making sure she wasn't being followed when she bumps into someone. She steps backwards trying to catch her balance when the other person starts talking. She starts talking about how easy it is to get lost in the alleyways and introduces herself as Sylvia. She mumbles, "Um, I'm Fae. Uh where am I? I took a wrong turn and I have no idea where I am." While talking, she keeps looking over her shoulder and gets all fidgety staying in one place for too long.