Old America; Land of the Exiled

Saint gave Angel an indignant look. Really, he was the leader of this organization and this little girl before them thought he was lying. The nerve. Nonetheless, he bit back a chuckle at her words to Angel. No one spoke to her like that. They knew better, nonetheless, she provided an opening he needed.

With speed greater than his relaxed demeanor suggested, he closed the distance between himself and Catherine before sweeping a kick beneath her feet, catching her off balance as he flicked out his plasma knife. When she landed on the ground he held it up to her neck.

"Are you done yipping like a small dog yet? You ought to learn that appearances can be deceiving," he told her with a light grin, "Perhaps this was all an act to lower your guard. People expect the Saint to be a larger than life figure with flames huffing out of his nostrils and thunder coming out of his ass when he lets one off. They do not expect him to walk around the streets like a normal person, eat like normal person, and bloody fuck like a normal person.

He grinned over at Angel at the last part, "Well, that last part isn't true. He fucks like bloody legend, but I digress. I am just a normal person. That's why the Society fears me. I'm a normal person that got tired of being fucked around by them."

He grinned, putting away his knife and offering her his hand, "Welcome to our little group, Miss Catherine. You're not Society, that's for sure. But please refrain from crude overtures to my lieutenant. I will not hold her liable for the terrible, painful death she would inflict upon you if you did."

Angel's sharp, angry reaction wasn't exactly what Catherine had expected. It frustrated her as she saw that her companion was enjoying himself; why wouldn't they take this seriously? Something prompted her to take a step away, but the man claiming to be Saint moved faster than she anticipated. Her legs collapsed underneath her, and she fell to the ground with a crunch. Dazed, it took her a moment or two to gather herself up; fighting was not something she was used to, but when she did, she found a knife at her throat. She had no doubts as to who he was now. Saint had a sick kind of smile on his face, like a child got when they were burning ants with a magnifying glass. The fact that Angel was out of her sight didn't do anything to ease the panic building up in her chest. She began whimpering slightly in a most unregal fashion.
He was going to kill her for opening her mouth and saying something stupid like she did. Catherine flinched slightly at his vulgar language, and utter horror engulfed her when Saint glanced backwards at his lieutenant and all the while kept a smile on his face. 

The realisation that this was normal for them hit her like a brick. They didn't need to be serious, they dealt with potential spies all the time.

Even when Saint offered out his hand to her and removed the knife, Catherine found herself shaking and unable to move. She was unsure if he was kidding or not. Cautiously she took his hand. "I apologise if I have indeed offended you or your... Lieutenant." 

Saint frowned slightly. Maybe he really did overdo the scaring the new recruit thing. Honestly, he wasn't about to hurt her. He despised people who hurt people just for their own sick satisfaction. He raised a hand and shook his head.

"There's no need. People have said worse. I'm sorry for scaring you. Know that I was only trying to prove a point. Appearances can be deceiving. But you don't need to worry. As long as you are true to our side, I will look after you. I'll even gladly lay down my life for you," he told her honestly, his green eyes shifting over their new ally seriously, "I'm a terrible enemy, true. But if you've done no wrong, you don't need to fear me."

He glanced at Angel and asked, a bit self-consciously, "Do you think I overdid that? I hope I didn't."

Angel didn't move as Saint knocked the newcomer to the floor. She allowed herself a small smile as Saint began to reprimand the girl for judging him so quickly on his appearance. She knew that he didn't like the exaggerated reports the Dusk and Hollow Point were primarily responsible for, but without them, he wouldn't be able to create such eloquent rants. She returned Saints grin as he looked over his shoulder at her. "You should hear the stories. Or just try sleeping next door the next time he brings a girl around."

Only when Saint was finished with her did Angel step forward, offering Catherine out her hand as well. "My uncle was a doctor in Society. I picked up a few things from him, you know." Angel was smiling, but she didn't disguise the veiled threat either.

The girl was seriously shaken up; she was still trembling. Saint seemed concerned quickly, making an attempt to comfort her, and then looking for some reassurance for himself. Angel frowned. "A little. No blood, nobody got shot or collapsed, and nobody was arrested, which is a turn up, but she's still a Society girl. Britian is officially independent, but it's a façade really." Angel said honestly. "I still would have expected a bit more bite from you though, especially with in information you say you have."

Catherine smiled uneasily at Saints words. "I understand. Although I shouldn't think that it is nessicary that you will need to go quite so far to protect me." He suprised her again by turning to Angel as he almost seemed to regret his actions. She had never seen a person in power seek reinforcement. He didn't get it, but instead the blunt truth of the matter. The d come closer, following her superiors suit in offering out her hand. She was still wary, but with that smile, she seemed a fraction less threatening. But appearances would decieve, as she had already learnt.
She finally stopped trembling in time for the lieutenant to address her directly. "I grew up in a rather privileged house, so although I never was exposed to violence, I was privy to information."

(sorry its so short. Grounded & batts low on my iPod)

"Hm... You grew up in the system, but saw what it really was. Impressive. Few people do," he told her with a respectful nod as he processed her information. The plans she had could help them take down the Peacekeepers being shipped from England and, assuming they didn't change the plans much, the ones they were already facing now. Not to mention that they might be able to target the Peacekeepers while they were being shipped. Yes. That could work.

"The plans are going to be useful, but how can we get the British rebels here? Or, how do we coordinate an attack with them?" he asked, half to them, half to himself. If they could communicate with the British, then maybe they could share information and attack any shipping between here and Britain. They might even be able to steal some useful technology.

Catherine smiled tentatively. "Well, we're not as heavily drugged, and we still have some small protests at home. Once I found out exactly what Society was doing and how they were controlling my country, I couldn't stand for it." Straightening up and dusting herself, she noticed that Saint had drifted off into his own private train of thought. She decided it would be best that she didn't ask.
She frowned as Saint asked her on what the next step would be. She was still trying to gather up her nerves after the earlier attack and she'd expected to have a little longer to plan and think.
"I still have contact with my mother; she's got some sway in the cells at home. If we can make contact with her, we could liason with them."
Almost as an afterthought, she pulled a small, palm-sized device out of her bra (seeing as she had nowhere else to put it at the time) and threw it in Saints direction. "The plans. 3D model projection. It might make more sense to you than it did for me."

Angel nodded in agreement. "It must have been tough, especially growing up like you said, in a privileged environment."
She snatched Catherine's device out of mid-air, studying it for moment. She smiled, punching a couple of buttons before the screen flickered to life, forming the 3D model of the new PKs. 
"They fixed the structural problem with the knee joints, putting diamond into the inner workings for reinforcement and upgrading their AI, not that they had much in the first place. and increasing firepower." Angel moved a little closer to Saint, pointing out the potential weak points on the machine. "But as far as I can tell, nothing's been done to the weakness in the shoulder joints,  and they're still as slow and clumsy as ever."
She paused for a moment to hitch back up her camisole which irritatingly had started to slide a little. Clearing her throat, the dark-haired woman carried on. "There's a limited amount of ports and airports they can use, but we don't want them to get that far. I'm sure we can find you safe means of reaching your mother and your comrades."

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