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Gracie still leads a secret life from her family though. She continues to kill who ever she is paid to, without remorse. Can anyone turn Gracie from the dark future ahead? Or will revenge bent strangers get the best of her.
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Gracie: Taken
Rival: Tyler Williams
Friends at School (Soon to be enemies or allies):
1. Chris Talley
2. Valentine Knight
3. Open
4. Open
People after Gracie:
1. Reserved VitaninHeart
2. Open
3. Open
4. Open
Informist: Taken
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Gracie shook her head in return. “No, mother, I didn’t follow orders every day. Besides, you used to work for them to.” Gracie walked out of her room and down to the breakfast table. “Would you tell your daughter that what she did was way different than us?” Gracie’s father appeared from the living room into the kitchen. “Your mother is right Gracie. We were Intel Officers. We didn’t carry out the missions they made you.” Gracie took a sip of coffee before her mom snatched it away from her. “You don’t need to drink this. Have some milk instead, it’s healthier.” Gracie rolled her eyes and snatched the coffee back from her mom. “I’m not like Rosalinda mom, I’m not Miss Perfect.”
“You’re tellin’ me,” her father said as he sat at the table across from her. “She’s more like little Miss Murderer.” Gracie sat back down and started at her dad. “It’s not murder if it’s for the greater good, father.” Her father leaned in and stared back at her. “A murder is a murder no matter what. You killed how many people?” Gracie looked happily at her father and said, “Twenty-nine. And I would have gotten to thrity if you hadn’t pulled me out so fast.” Gracie’s mother pretended to ignore everything her daughter had said and began talking herself. “Now, if anyone from the government comes to your school, run. Don’t be all snooty to the school police officers. And we will be asking your teachers if you were In class. If you weren’t then you will have all you swords and guns confiscated.”
“I don’t see why you guys didn’t take them in the first place. I mean you want me to live a normal life as a teen, yet I have a closet full of weapons.” Both her parents let out a long, tired and aggravated sigh.
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That was another thing that Tina liked about running; it let her think. She didn't need to put any conscious thought into her running anymore, as she had run this route for at least 7 years. It had become as ingrained into her muscle memory as chewing or breathing. So she could let her mind come up with ways to improve her style, the thing she lived and breathed for. And since running also kept her stamina up to par, it was a win-win. Heck, with the weights she had on, it could even pass for muscle training too. Hopefully, she would get a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, and even a little bit wiser after each run. Put like that, it was easy to see why she got up at 5 every morning to run.
Time passed in a blur, and before she knew it, it was 6:30 and she was back at the house. "I'm back Dad! It's your turn to make breakfast!" The two had a system where they switched off who made breakfast by the day. It was a good system too; after all, they were both pretty darn good cooks. "I'll be out back in the dojo!" she added as an afterthought. Why did an American household have a dojo in the back? Two reasons; a doting father and a hardworking daughter. Tina's father had been happy to get the materials, and Tina herself had made a dojo as best she could, relying slightly on the help of her dad's contractor of a college buddy. It was thanks to him the thing didn't fall down, but Tina had but it up herself as "strength and conditioning." When the you look at the world as a series of training exercises, it was pretty easy.
Tina started going through kata she had been working on since she was 11. The first kata had been easy, a mere combination of what she had first learned in Taido and Karate. From that point on, they got progressively harder and harder to make kata, especially now when she was trying to incorporate different arts and even techniques she invented. She was about halfway through developing the sixth kata, the second one with moves outside of Karate's and Taido's, and the first to be almost solely as such. About halfway through running the fourth kata, her dad called her for breakfast. She abandoned her training gear (minus the weights) in the dojo, threw on what she would wear to school, and got back to the house. After all that work, she was starved.
She stood back up, pouring herself a glass of milk before sitting back down again. "Anyway, Mom is right about something; drinking coffee at your age will make you short. Don't you need to be able to see over obstacles?" She doubted their parents found this to be appropriate conversation, and tat was confirmed by their disapproving faces. Really, she didn't much feel like it herself. But she and Gracie had gotten along so well when they were younger! Rosalinda wanted that back, and would work at it, even if that included offering bits of advice that their parents didn't approve of.
"By the way, I've gotten pretty good about sneaking around myself; I would check your bag when you have the time." Part of being close to her sister again was buying little gifts; things like the bracelet she had slipped into a smaller pocket of her sisters bag. It wasn't anything flashy, really, it only had a charm saying lil' sis, and another shaped as a knife, but also another that was a stuffed bear. She wasn't sure she would like it, but she had a similary one herself, but with a charm that said big sis instead, and one shaped like a wolf; the tird was a stuffed bear, like her sisters. She oped it would at least let her know that she was trying to be her sister, and not overbearing like their parents. Who knew? Maybe they would find something to talk about later on.
She changed the subject abruptly. "I'll make sure she gets to school. I had wanted to look at a clothing store near the school, anyway; I'll drop her off on the way. That's if you don't mind, Grace." She tried so hard to be lax about her sister being an assassin, instead treating her like she skipped classes often instead of running off to kill people, that she often thought it might actually be easy to get along with her. That, she had to be careful of; she always had a way of getting herself into little messes with people by doing things like that.
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After a moment of debating, she knocked on the door; she'd pretend she hadn't heard anything, that was all. She was no good at snooping without leaving obvious evidence that she had been there, so she'd keep her nose out of it for now. "Gracie? I was only wondering..you spend so much time shut away in that room...and we haven't had much time to hang out, you know? I was thinking...maybe shopping after school? Or even a walk through a park, or something?" She kept her voice low enough that their parents couldn't hear. She didn't need them to remind her to cal or text her to let them know that Gracie was still in her sight. Was she supposed to take her to the bathroom now, too? The girl didn't need constant attention...just someone that might be able to understand, or even help if she needed it. Not a babysitter. Maybe some time to talk would help?
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Tina swallowed down the mass that was in her mouth to respond, "But Dad, I'm not just hungry, I'm really REALLY hungry. I mean, I just went out for a long run and then ran through my katas! Why shouldn't I be starving?!" She went back to her scarfing as her father just sighed, shaking his head and muttering about his "tomboy-of-a-daughter."
A few minutes later, she had finished her meal and had thrown her backpack over the shoulder. He threw her dad a quick hug and said, "Seeya after school!" before rushing out the door and starting her run to school. She didn't want to be late again.
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She bit her lip before moving around, exploring her room. She didn't like looking through her sisters room; who knew what she would find? But she was going to make her sister listen to her. She was going to find her sisters weapons, and hide them somewhere else; she wasn't quite sure where yet, but she would find a good hiding place. And then...what else could she do? Perhaps...wait outside the school later on. Wait for her to leave the school building and then follow, walk along, try to get her to talk. If not, she would still have the weapons hidden, and she would find out sooner or later. She hated doing this, but how else was she to make her sister understand what she was trying to say? She paused, remembering her saing something about a closet full of weapons, and looked to the closet door. An expression, or were they really in there? Only one way to find out. "Sorry, Gracie...but making assumptions makes an ass out of you...and I don't like that..."
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Gracie’s locker wasn’t that far from her first class, Chemistry. After gathering her things, she walked into the class, fashionable late of course. “Nice of you to finally join us, Miss Smith.” Gracie, walking in without a word, sat in the only open seat, right in the middle of the room. “Great.”
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The first thing noticeable for most people was the flame-red hair. The first thing Tina saw was her eyes; cold, hard rocks that sucked all life from her face. Those were not the eyes of a normal person. They were the eyes of a fighter; or, more accurately, the eyes of a killer. The girl sat down next to Tina, who glanced over at her before she went back to sketching some kata ideas. It didn't look like the other girl wanted to talk too much.
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0.6117 g C x 1 mol C/12.01 g C=0.05093 mol C
0.3564 g N x 1 mol N/14.01 g N=0.02544 mol N
0.2030 g O x 1 mol O/16.00 g O=0.01269 mol O
0.0648 g H x 1 mol/1.01 g H=0.0642 mol H
C: 0.05093 mol/0.01269 mol=4.013
N: 0.02544 mol/0.01269 mol=2.005
O: 0.01269 mol/0.01269 mol=1.000
H: 0.0642 mol/0.01269 mol=5.06
Empirical formula: C4H5N2O
"See, I converted everything into moles for you, and figred the empirical formula." Gracie walked back to her desk and sat down. "You know, if you want to challange me, your going to have to think harder," she said with a smirk.
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If she wanted to be there by the time Gracie got out of school, she'd have to finish everything within a few hours. She was sure she could manage that, if she really worked at it, without breaks unless necessary. She paused, mentally telling herself to relax; she'd never get anything done if she was so worked up. Finally, she went into one of the quizes, failry early, and grinned slightly as she read through the first question, asking the difference between ectothermic and endothermic. Perhaps it wouldn't take so long, after all.
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What class do you have next, she jotted down on a piece of paper and slid it over to Tyler. The teacher may have been good at catching people passing notes, but Gracie knew it was nearly impossible for her to catch her in the act. She had been trained in getting information to one point and not be noticed. Gracie quickly looked at her scheduale and saw that she had ... Algebra 2?!? Are they trying to kill me? I took this class when I was 11! Ugh, she thought. "This really sucks ... it really sucks .... I'm going to ask for a scheduale change. They could have at least given her AP Calculus or something more fitting.
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Gracie looked over at Tyler and sighed. I can't go to Russia ... I can take a look at it, but I wouldn't be able to go. Is there any tech stuff I can do, or maybe some people I could convince over the phone? She passed the note back to him. Only a few minutes was left in class. Gracie quickly gathered her things and waited for the bell to ring. "Okay class, tomorrow we will be doing a lab. So girls make sure you bring hair ties and close toed shoes. Guys, I'd rather you not wear the baggy clothes." With that the bell rang, and Gracie made sure she was the first out of class. "Man, I think I'm developing a case of master claustrophobia," she said to herself, rubbing the back of her neck. There were so many kids in one small space ... to many in her opinion. How come no one was freaking out? Everyone was calm, socializing with friends or occupying themselves with 'lovers'. How can anybody even ... blah, she thought, making her way to her locker. Some people stared at her, and she glared back, not knowing why they were staring. That was the last thing she wanted, was people staring. When she was working, she made it to where no one noticed her presence, but here ... it was like she couldn't escape them.
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"yeah can you access the presidents security system and bring it down also I need you to hack his computer and get me a job thats close to him thats all I need and I can probably get you out of the state easily we all know I'm a very sneaky person" Tyler said opening his locker "look I know we're rivals but I consider you a friend if you need help around here socially then just let me know I can get you in anywhere" he said
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First came the magazine, sliding firmly into the reciever of his ACR with a satisfying 'thunk'. Then the attachment of the M203 grenade launcher, a quieter, more metallic sound made as he secured it in place. The same sound came as he attached his thermal scope to the top. The thin, light sound of metal on metal as he slid the suppressor on. The heavy, slick sound of a tear gas round being thumbed into the tube of the M203, followed by another clack as the chamber slid closed. Then the heavy 'click-clack' of the bolt being racked.
He looked through the scope; he'd zeroed it beforehand. It was ideal for the low-light conditions he'd be operating in. Resting the ACR on the seat, he pulled out his SIG-Sauer P226 handgun, sliding a magazine in, pulling back on the slide and checking the underbarrel laser sight. Followed by the slide of steel on steel as his KM2000 laser-cut combat knife slid into its sheath.
He checked over his loadout. His armour was securely fastened, his weapons all loaded and ready to go. All that remained was to wait until sundown, and then to launch his assault.
(Nasia, when are we going to kick off the drug lord assassination? Also, Jackrules, check the OOC thread.)
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2:48 p.m. School Is Out
Gracie was practically dead from English Class. "Ugh, there is no way I want to go to school ever again. I learned nothing besides how annoying some people can be." Gracie looked around the street, no one seemed to be walking home really. So she decided to hurry home and finish her job. "What should I bring? Maybe my lucky revolver? I should be able to sneak out, once everyone is on bed. Since Mom and Dad said they want to go to bed every night at 9:00 p.m. I think I'll call them back and ask to meet around 5:00 p.m. so I can get a look around the perimeter." Gracie looked up and down the street before pulling out her cell phone and dialing in the encoded number. After a short while, a man answered the phone. "Yes, this is her. I would love to meet you guys at 5:00 instead of 10:00. I want to get a good look at the perimeter and map some escape route's. If you want it done, you should have it done right." With that, she hung up and headed home.
Gracie arrived home a few minutes later, walking with a straight face. "Mom, Dad, I'm home ... wish I wasn't but I am." She quickly went up stairs into the bathroom to take a shower. She never went on a mission smelling horrible. She was like a teenager in that way ... or at least she thought.
She sat on her bed instead, and made sure she was facing the door. Their parents hadn't bothered to take her weapons from her, so of course she would expect her sister instead. She would just have to sit and wait until she showed herself, looking for them.
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The school day seemed to drag on forever until it was finally time to go home. Tina jogged home so she could get in some martial arts work before she took that excursion later tonight. Her father was still at work, so she threw down her backpack and rushed out to the dojo to start. She still had a lot of work to do.
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"An assassin? Nothing more than a mad dog without a leash. Pathetic."
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"...You did what? Oh, Gracie..."
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"Gracie, maybe you shouldn't kill my neighbors..."
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"...You did what? Oh, Gracie..."
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As I said, the only way to bring down even a medium-sized cartel would either be to attack with overwhelming force, or to slip inside with a suppressed, subsonic weapon (either a pistol, a submachine gun or a specialised special forces-issue rifle such as the AS-VAL) and use that to kill the guards, and even then, there's no guarantee that you'd manage to escape. Which is why I'm confounded why a supposedly experienced assassin like Gracie would attack with a revolver (which can't be suppressed). As for the Mafia, well, you'd need to do it covertly; the Mafia hitmen will be incredibly well-armed, and as a rule, one person - no matter how well-equipped or skilled - can't take down ten people with assault rifles on their own in one go.
I most certainly have done a lot of research for my novel; I wanted to keep it as realistic as possible, so I spent months researching it before I even started writing. I'm probably on every government watchlist ever now. Also, the Peacemaker only had either a 5.5 inch or a 7.5 inch barrel. As I said, a twelve-inch barrel is absolutely massive. The reason why I asked about the calibre of Gracie's revolver was because I was curious as to whether it'd be effective against Valentine's body armour (as a rule, you'd need something on the order of a .44 or .50 AE pistol round, or a full-sized rifle round to punch through ceramic armour; and even then, you'd probably need multiple shots with the pistol rounds).
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As for non-political, well... A real cartel would be really, really hard. Some of them have their own private armies, so you would have to be very good and very lucky to pull that off. The guy you are taking down now is probably small time in comparison to the real Mexican cartels. Outside of drugs, I suppose gang leaders are a possibility, albeit a difficult one depending on the group. I would think a mafia leader would be prepared for assassination, so it would be a challenge.
Of course, this is only my thoughts on it, so I defer to Zero on it as he has obviously done a ton of research. Also, as for the 12" revolver, the only one I can think of off the top of my head is a Colt Peacemaker.
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You see, you assume that your character is a thousand times more powerful than any human. Assassinating the President of Russia would require going through literally hundreds of fully-trained FSB commandos armed with assault rifles and heavy weapons. Valentine is a veritable genius, is incredibly well-armed, has full Spetsnaz-issue training; he's planning on attacking the Vice President of the US (significantly less-defended than the Russian President), and even then, he has no expectation whatsoever of getting out alive. Plus, the FSB are far more willing to kill anyone they have to in order to defend the President - which means that, even if Tyler has abilities on the level of a physical god and somehow got past the initial wave of bodyguards, he'd be subject to an airstrike by the Russian Air Force, which would inevitably kill him, along with any civilians in the area.
Put simply, assassinating the President of Russia would be nigh-impossible unless you had access to a legion of Special Forces troops who were willing to give their lives for the cause. I believe I'm well-qualified to speak on this, having spent the last half-year researching ways to write a realistic vigilante assassin.
Try to stick to more realistic targets, please.
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Edit: Wow...I'm going to start to feel old...my caracters the oldest of all the oens submitted so far, even if it's only by a few years. :P
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Here we go.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simo_Häyhä
He's got 505 kills confirmed and credited to him with his sniper rifle, and a good number more with a submachine gun.
Also, I was wrong; it wasn't two years, it was around a hundred days. Seriously.
Funnily enough, he was eventually put in a coma; the war ended the day he came out of it. The Russians probably heard that he was back...
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Zero Reaper wrote:also, the current on-foot kill record is held by a Finnish sniper, who killed between 500 and 700 people over the course of two years
Really? Wow, that is honestly very impressive. I assume it was during the winter war?
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How did Tyler kill a million people? Doing so would require killing roughly one hundred people per day for thirty years... also, the current on-foot kill record is held by a Finnish sniper, who killed between 500 and 700 people over the course of two years (it's unknown how many he got and how many his squad got) and is accepted to be one of, if not the, best sniper in history. That was during the Finnish-Russian war immediately prior to WWII, when sniping was a far more effective tactic than it is today, and that was someone who never had to worry about the police.
To my understanding, Gracie was being sarcastic in her post. Correct me if I'm wrong.
But honestly, the maximum I'd expect an assassin to have killed over the course of a twenty year career is maybe a hundred. You see, after each kill, you have to disappear effectively, slip under the police radar, and lie low for a while before you can make another hit. Teenage assassins would most likely have only killed about twenty people over their short careers (assuming that their careers have been about two or three years long).
For the record, Valentine has killed roughly a hundred people over two years, but the majority of those were police officers caught in bombings, as opposed to him killing them personally. Also, he had no home address and was legally dead, so disappearing for him just meant getting out of the country and switching IDs.