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Riley stepped forward wanting not to be threatened by anyone else or even worse, killed. Her guess before was that these people, vices, whatever they were had been nice and at the very least, a little understanding. As of right now? Well, the girl that said she wanted to kill something said otherwise. She pulled her headphones forward and showed them in attempt to show she was a vice as well. "I'm Riley... I just heard a crash and was a little curious.... I apologize for intruding but I can assure you I am of no harm to anyone here... Actually... I hope to maybe join this collaboration with all of you... A few of the people and vices around here that I talk to have heard your occasional words of maybe revenge on Viktor? I could help with that, but of course, it is your tea party. Not mine." She looked mainly at the girl crouched by the fallen boy. She seemed most aggressive and in Riley's mind, that meant make sure she doesn't want to hurt you. After looking at her and then the fallen boy for a few moments she looked at the rest of the group, pretty cramped in here if you asked her.

While waiting for someone, anyone, to respond, she slowly raised her hand and turned the volume on her headphones to the lowest volume and brought them down to around her neck. At this very moment, Riley wanted nothing more than the attention to be on someone else. She really meant no harm and didn't want to come off wrong, although falling through a window probably hadn't helped her with that one. At loss on what to say or do, she stepped back, still holding any eye contact she received with a soft gaze.

"Wow um, thanks for the stuff you sent me."

Damien smiled childishly to Marishka, glad she had received the gifts and cards. It was pathetic the amount of time he would spend wandering the stores in search for what he believed was the perfect item. To know she had received them, possibly even liked them, made the time worth it. His eyes widened as the boy crashed through the ceiling and another girl came in from a window.

"We are on a roll today." Dimi said, smiling. "First we find family, next we get a freaking sun roof in our home that's already falling apart..." She was in front on the man now, her hands clenched into tight fists. "And now? Now we've got people falling out of the fucking sky. That's just fantastic!"Squatting down in front of the one who'd came through the roof, she narrowed her eyes at him. "You my good sir, have exactly 2 seconds to tell me who you are because right now...I really feel like killing something and you're the first thing I want to take care of." Without looking up she pointed her finger at the female. "And you, too."

To be honest, Dimi terrified Damien. He could tell she was suspicious of him, not that he blamed her, but he knew if it came down to it.... She would be able to kick his butt. Bitter memories of Karate class came back to Damien and he shivered slightly. Silently he was grateful for Dimi's anger to be focused on a different target.

"I'm Riley... I just heard a crash and was a little curious.... I apologize for intruding but I can assure you I am of no harm to anyone here... Actually... I hope to maybe join this collaboration with all of you... A few of the people and vices around here that I talk to have heard your occasional words of maybe revenge on Viktor? I could help with that, but of course, it is your tea party. Not mine."

Standing up with wide eyes in fright of a fight about to break out, Damien held his hands out non-aggressively. "Okay guys... uh, girls, let's not let this go out of control. We shouldn't be fighting among ourselves, we have enough of the Original Vices to take care of that for us." Damien glanced between the trio, creeping away slightly from Dimi in case she decided to turn her anger back towards him. "I mean, we're all in the same position I think."

Patrick landed hard on the floor and the corner of the sheet metal he landed on had dug into his arm. It seemed at first that he had dropped into a swarm of vices and that he was not going to make it out alive. Now however he could see that these were no ordinary vices. These were the vices he had spent the last week searching for. It was of course pure luck and chance that he found them but he didn't care. He had found them and that was all that mattered to him. First he had to diffuse the situation.

He was aware of the people staring at him and quite a few threatening him. He knew that if the young girl standing at the door had heard him come crashing through the roof, then the vices who he was trying to escape would catch on just as easily. He slid a pistol out from a holster tucked neatly on the side of his pants and pointed it at the girl squatting down in front of him. Scrambling to his feet he kept the gun on target and brushed off his coat which was now very damp from lying beneath the hole he created as rainwater found its way through. "You, get up and sit down on the couch" he gestured with the gun in the direction of the couch. Then he turned the girl in the doorway. "You, get out of the bloody doorway and close the damn thing before the vice's find us." He looked down at the floor where he landed and at the piece of sheet metal lying there. "Right, I don't know who ye all are and ye don't know who I am but for now lets forget about the introductions worry about not getting killed by Sync's goons. Ok?"

Patrick took a deep breath and slowly put the gun back in its holster. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out his lucky lighter and a small pack of cigarettes. The cut on his arm hurt quite a bit now and a small trickle of blood had worked its way down his hand on to the tips of his finger. He shook his hand hoping some of it would come loose and fall off. Raising his arm to his mouth he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it with the lighter and looked at everyone in the room. Bending down he pulled up one side of the sheet metal and began walking towards the door.

Arrival.

It had taken time and a bit of pain; Other's pain of course, Rage felt nothing physically. But in the end it was worth it.

TARGET: MULTIPLE IMPACTS; QUERY, NUMBER?

The first thud of the hole being formed drew the attention of 01, it had learned through torture of the existance of a group of Vice seen skulking about the area. It would have taken time to search the buildings for them; this city was a maze after all, but the sounds coming from...over there seemed to indicate inhabitation.

IMPACTS; TWO. ESTIMATION OF ENERGY VERSUS STRUCTURE...CALCULATING.

Optics sweep the area, detecting resudue of travel; scuff marks near the doors and windows. In an area like this the building would be condenmed but that hardly stopped the homeless, however..they were messy, this building looked to secure.

COMPLETE; SECOND IMPACT MATCHES RECORDED SOUND MARKED 'Body from twenty feet; one hour ago.' ACQUIRED IN OBTAINING INFORMATION. TARGET LOCATED. INFILTRATE, DESTROY.

With it's mind settled...it moves.

Swinging it's mass towards the weakest spot on the facing wall, it's center, the Unit crashes in through the brick and wood..causing even MORE chaos. Dust went everywhere, for a moment rendering those in the room blinded. Optics switching between filters fast as one could blink the Unit regains it's sight and moves towards the group. One three-fingered hand points towards the mass of Rogue Vice as it speaks...

"Vice, You have been found guilty of violating SUBJECT ALPHA of The Law. Unregistered Vice shall be eliminated, parts scrapped and memory purged. Failure to comply will result in elimination, scrapping and purge. Prepare to be sorted."

Riley once again looked at the others who just stared at the 'thing' that had just burst through the wall. She looked over at the girl that had just recently threatened her and the boy who fell from the sky expecting her to be a smartass and show this robot off. She frowned slightly as she seemed to not be doing anything, well, at least not yet. Her eyes transferred from the girl back to the robot as she strained to hear every word, every syllable, and every intention of this thing. She didn’t completely understand it at the moment but she was pretty sure she could sum it up. 'Victor wants you dead, I have come to kill you all off.' Yeah, she was pretty sure she was spot on. After all, it was indeed a fact that this thing pointing at them all really seemed to have any emotion therefor no sympathy, they were simply a job to this creature, if you could even call it that. Riley moved her eyes to the boy that had suggested that something like this would happen. Sadly, he was correct. That very guy was rather interesting, he fell from skies, seemed rather brave and seemed to see into the future, or else just have common sense, one of the two.


(ooc: Sorry.. I am at loss of words and have extreme writers block.. :/ I apologize.)

"Vice, You have been found guilty of violating SUBJECT ALPHA of The Law. Unregistered Vice shall be eliminated, parts scrapped and memory purged. Failure to comply will result in elimination, scrapping and purge. Prepare to be sorted."

Damien's eyes widened in horror as he took an unconscious step back. "Uhhhhh," he said holding his hands up before him submissively. He looked to the other people on the room for their reactions. He felt confused and scared, completely forgetting that he had abilities beyond that of a normal human and failing to turn on his headphones. "L... listen," he said softly, his incisive shaking causing him to stutter slightly. "You're a Vice, we're all Vices, can't we just get along?" he said, blinking innocent grey eyes at the new and terrifying creature. "You don't have to do everything my father tells you to."

Subject I.D.: Damien Vasiliev "You're a Vice, we're all Vices, can't we just get along? You don't have to do everything my father tells you to." Scanning....scanning....Memory banks register. Command? Disregard.

Alpha Protocol, Validate: Prime Directive Status...
...........
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................................Found:

Hunt.
Kill.

Query: Get along? Scanning....scanning...File Not Found. Disregard.

Unit 01 turned it's optic from the boy to take in the rst of the group, I.D. Indicators poping up on it's H.U.D. as each Vice in the room is detected. Quite a catch, this group have been quite nice to bunch up like they have. Normally a group this large would take weeks to hunt...but not this time. Already backup was on the way, several of the normal Vice models. HUNTER/KILLER models rarely traveled together. It just wasn't needed.

Optics snap back to the boy, Damien, assuming him to be leader of this cell...as he was the only one to speak up. "Surrender at once. Resistance is futile." With it's words spoken, Unit01 raises a three-fingered hand and snaps the claw fingers together. Caught between them was a chunk of steel...it sliced like butter. As far as threats went..that one was easy to understand; You are soft, I will cut you apart.

It's bulk moved into the room further, bits of rubble falling from it's shoulders. Things were about to get ugly.

"Surrender at once. Resistance is futile."

Damien's eyes grew large as he stepped back, only to find himself pressed against the wall. As the machine turned toward Damien and sliced the steal, all color was lost from his skin. So much for Damien's happy day. After finally meeting with Marishka, Damien had expected them to live the happily ever after she had always wanted, as brother and sister like they were meant to be. And now, things had taken a turn for the worse. Not yet having lost his baby face, Damien looked like a scared child that was about to be scolded for doing something terrible.

At seventeen, Damien's life was supposed to begin as he stretched his surrounding and left the home nest. Now he could envision it, being screeched, and torn, apart by this Vice. He thought of his life for a moment; his mother, his father, his..... imaginary friends. Yup. No one would miss him. Well, maybe just the football jocks. They seemed to enjoying taking their losing frustrations out on Damien after a big game.

Damien crept along the wall, eyes glued to the machine. "Oh, crap!" he screeched, fleeing away from the machine. He knew he was already a corpse to this thing.

Riley looked at Damien and the petrified look on his inncocent face. She glanced around the room at the others, she was determined to help but knew alone she woudn't be abe to even budge this thing. She took a few deep breaths and looked at the others ooking for anyone that might be willing to help defeat this thing, for now that is. Seeing not many open to do the job she mouthed at a few of the others that this thing woud kil them next and either they jump in and maby save Damien or al of them go just like him. Personaly, she knew the 1st choice was the way to go for her, as for the others she could only wait for a responce.
(Sorry, I'm heading out to visit someone... I may edit this into more as I see fit.)

Emilia watched as things started to get out of control. What happened to a normal training day? She questioned before looking at the Vice that came through the wall. She was shocked to see it kill Damien. She looked to Ari and had a saddened look on her face. Looking back at the Vice she slid her gloves on before charging after it. She couldn't do it all alone cause it was a pretty strong Vice. It was more of a group effort to take it down. Standing back she watched the Vice fall to it's knees before taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry Ari."

She whispered to the girl before sitting down on the couch. "Good fight everyone." She looked at the rest of them and thanked them for helping out with the fight. Taking another deep breath, she crossed her legs in front of her and leaned her head back. "I think we should get out of here. That Vice could have a tracking on it." Standing up she walked up stairs and grabbed the rest of her clothes and tossed them into a bag. Looking around it felt like she was leaving something behind before realizing it was the picture of her parents. Looking at it, she picked it up and tossed it into the bag also. Walking back downstairs she looked at the remaining group.

"What do you think we head into the city? I know a guy who would be willing to help us out." Emilia stopped by the bottom of the stairs to look at the three people still standing there. Stepping down the remaining stairs she walked to the giant hole in the wall. "Yeah I think it's time to relocate." She looked around the hole before laughing. "This place has really had it didn't it?"

Everything had happened so incredibly fast that Ari barely had time to realize what was going on until the fight was all over. The music ended and she pulled the pink headphones off of her head and let them hang around her neck. She had no way of knowing what surprises each day would hold, but honestly, she never would've expected the chaos that just happened to break out like that. It made her wonder how she would handle finally facing Viktor in person, if she turned out to be lucky enough to seize such an opportunity. She sure as hell was going to try. There weren't many options left. She always could've just gone into hiding and left Russia for good, hoping no one would catch her in another country. But the Vice couldn't bear to think about doing such cowardly thing, not when she pictured her father sitting around with that smug smile on his face, and not when she realized, together with the others, they had the power to actually change things.

She sighed heavily, she'd hardly known her brother long enough to develop any sort of emotional attachment to him, but still it saddened her to see him die. She wouldn't dwell on it though, it would only distract her from the task at hand. Another sigh left her mouth before she looked at the remaining Vices in the room. "Emilia's right, there's no way we can stand here now. Soon enough this place will probably be swarming with others." Ari mustered up the strength to stand up and hurried off to pack what belongings she had. It wasn't much, she didn't have the money or interest to own much more than a few clothes and other essentials. She packed everything she could into a small black bag and slung it over her shoulder. Back downstairs she caught the tail end of Emilia's statement.

"What guy? You know I'm skeptical about involving anymore people in on our plan than absolutely necessary." She bit her lip and thought but nothing better came to mind. Still, thinking about going back into the city made her nervous. "If you truly trust this guy, well then I guess we should pay him a visit." She hoped Emilia knew what she was doing. "Are you guys okay with this?" She asked looking between Dimi and Patrick. If everyone else was willing to give it a try, then she would squash her nerves and go along with it too.

Patrick sat slumped against the wall, his head bowed down low. The tips of his fingers slowly massaged his temple. In the other hand the pistol he carried dangled lifelessly over his knee. He hardly had time to take it out before the young boy had been savagely killed by the metal hunter. In his time at Sync Corporation he held a post which required him to work closely with the hunters. A fact very few knew. However he did not think that there was any left. It was very worrying to him, he could have stopped this happening.

Patrick looked up to see the girls standing by the stairs. "Are you guys okay with this?" Patrick had not been listening to most of the conversation and he had heard only bits and pieces. He nodded his head from side to side. "You seemed to have placed trust in me very fast, who said i'm a trustworthy person?" he gave a sly, cheeky smile and then pushed himself up off of the floor. Treading lightly over pieces of debris he eventually came to the robot lying on the ground. He looked to see if he could salvage anything from the wreck but it was futile. The robot was badly damaged in the battle, it was just junk now.

"Its going to be getting dark soon, the vice's will be out in numbers. It would be suicide to try go in right now. Right now we need to get out of vice territory, somewhere the vice's never enter, for it is two dangerous even for them. I don't know if you have ever been to the old underground subway system, not exactly the nicest place in Moscow but for us it will be safe until the morning when we leave for that fellow you talk about. So how about it?"

Emilia looked at Ari and still couldn't help but feel bad for her. Even though she never really knew her brother, it still must feel pretty sad. Sighing she looked at Ari more. "Don't worry I've known this guy for a while now. He helped me escape the city." She smiled confidently to everyone still standing. It was still rather shocking at how fast things were going. It seemed like just this morning everything was fine and dandy and now it was a little chaotic. Shrugging it off she looked at the new guy.

"In my eyes most Vice's who can think for themselves are trustworthy. Besides you haven't given me any reason to not trust you have you?" She questioned with a smile on her lips. She listened to him more going on about a subway system and she heard of it before. She was just a little unsure about it, but there was no time to not trust anyone here. If she was going to die then she was going to die. At least that was the attitude she took towards the whole situation. Resting her hands on her hips she thought about it for a moment.

"Fine we can go to the subway system, but you're going to have to lead the way. I'm not too fond of the system. I've only been through it once and that was a long time ago." She spoke as she looked outside. The man was right, it was getting dark outside, so trying to get into the city would be tricky cause this is around the time when the stronger Vices come out. Getting a better grip on her bag she looked at the new male. "By the way I'm Emilia and what shall I call you?" She questioned with a smile evident on her lips.

It felt a little awkward to smile given their current situation, but she couldn't let someone dieing get her down. At least it wasn't someone she knew and held dear to her. She always had to remember her true goal which was her parents. No matter what she was going to get them back. She knew they were alive, they had to be. Right?