Lauwee Rathmeson's Story

"I understand the woman has her work but she can't keep a loaf of bread in the damn house?" Grayson walked around Lauwee's apartment checking everything out. It was rather empty but he couldn't say anything, he himself didn't even remember what the inside of his apartment looked like. Being a agent for a secret company kept you on the run, there was always information to gather and always people to kill. It was a sick world they lived in but he really believed that EyePatch and the Rebels were going to try and make this world a lot less horrible. Though right now it wasn't needed, you had to be hard in a harder world. His next mission was on a murderous merc, she had quite the record with kill after kill. There was some info on her childhood but nothing to interesting. She did good, she was able to cover her tracks enough to were there was a lot of holes in the record which made some parts make no sense.
Grayson laid on the couch with a sigh looking at the ceiling. He thought where he would be if he hadn't been found by EyePatch. He probably would be dead but who could really tell. He was alive and getting whatever he wanted, he should be happy. His hand fell down to the couch pillow, under it hid his beautiful pistol, Hollow tip'd, 45. caliber, match trigger, flash muzzle tip, flat green. She was his baby, something he had for years, growing up a murderer, you have to attach yourself to something. He sat up and flipped open the file, picking up a picture of her about a year ago. She was really pretty, but you could tell just by the glare in her eyes that she was cold, cold in the mind. "Hmph...well maybe I can help, nothing like a stud to make a girl change her ways." Grayson turned his head at the click on the door. "Before you open that we both know I'm in here. We both have percautions to make sure we don't die. Let's just talk, I'm sure your curious about a few things!" Grayson kept his seat on the couch and put his hand on his pistol under the pillow. As his new "best friend" came through the door he greeted her with a smile. "Bout time honey, I was getting worried! You should really call you know. Did you bring dinner?" Grayson nodded at the folder as he got up showing her the gun but having it pointed at the sealing as he let the hammer settle down on the gun. He put the gun in his holster as he walked to the window, showing the confidence to show his back to her. The file laid out on the table with pictures, documents, all the info that could be found on Lauwee. "I work for a organization named EyePatch, they diddle in information. You see Ms. Rathmeson, you have quite the record. No real reason behind some, others to take down the rising sun. We have a common enemy, my bosses want to offer you a high role in their organization and if not that, they can get you in with the rebels. One way or the other you could be killing Sun soldiers every second you please." Grayson turned to face her, eyeing her up and down out of reflex and flashing a grin when he got to her face. He moved to the couch and sat down looking up at her. "We understand it's a big thing to choose on within a few minutes, so the suits want me to stay with you for a few days, give you a chance to think about it." With a wink Grayson shoot a smile at her. "I'm your partner chicka."

Lauwee zoomed on her motorcycle down the streets. Her down time was boring enough that she wanted anything to happen. Troopers were everywhere but killing them out in the open was dangerous. She could only handle a certain amount of the red, the amount nearby might push it a little. They had their jobs to patrol and none could possibly notice it was her when the time frame was less than a second. She didn't bother them and they didn't bother her, it was a nice agreement.

A beeping came up in her ear, "Intruder has broken into the house, would you like to initiate the self-destruct sequence?" The voice said, it was rather manly and the noise it emitted was calming.

"No." She had already lost houses before, relocating was a pain also. She could handle a mere spy.

Coming up to the building she got off her bike and walked up to the door. A voice from inside said, "Before you open that we both know I'm in here. We both have percautions to make sure we don't die. Let's just talk, I'm sure your curious about a few things!" the moment it cracked open. She walked inside and saw an annoying man on her couch with a smile.

What kind of person is this? Some kind of parasite? He nodded to a file on her table and pulled out a gun, but before she drew hers, he let the hammer back up. She stood with folded arms as he started to go off about some group called EyePatch. Of all the recruitment ploys, this had to be the worst. If they knew so much about her they would have sent someone she didn't want to strangle to death.

She grew really annoyed when he said she'd have to suffer him for a few days. She lost it when he said, "I'm your partner chicka." Without a word she walked over to her computer nearby. She inserted a password to get inside, located the house system, and entered in her password again to access the self-destruct option.

Standing back up again she said to the man, "I only have a moment to explain myself so listen. I have been talked to by the 'highest ranked officials' in the rebellion, and just about every other single organization. They have done exactly as you have, broken into my house and said the exact same things. You wanna know how I respond? With a boom. So if you will excuse me, I have to find someway to get back the last minute of my life."

Without another word she opened the door and walked out. Getting back on her motorcycle she drove right back onto the street. A few seconds later, her house exploded in a fiery ball of flames. She didn't know if that idiot got out and she didn't care.

Accessing her helmet's internet she began her search for yet another house.

As Grayson hit started after Lauwee, a message came up on his hand comp. Thanks to Scout's work, EyePatch infiltrated her tech and was able to send him the mail she was receiving on her new target. The real only advantage of this job was the knowledge, EyePatch knew everything, it was rather terrifying. They wanted something, then within a day at max they had it. The sheer power of will they commanded in a world were even person and their grandmother were packing heat was mind boggling. It really made him wonder why they wanted him to spend so much time Lauwee. They had dabbled in dangerous people before, just as much blood on their rapsheet to. Though the fact that they only sent one agent, alone, and gave him time, time that was never even a choice of curencey to his employers, was needless to say, unsettling.

Nearing the town he checked her location once more and then cut the feed to his hand. He wasn't going through the front entrance, not with a stolen car and tech that the Rising Sun wish they could think of, all in a glove. Grayson pulled the car off the highway and left it at the side, soon enough scavenger would tear it piece by piece and there would be no evidence of the idea of a stolen car. Grayson started what he did best and started his way up the buildings, bouncing off walls climbing pipes, crawling up a building like a spider. It truly was his natural habitat.

As Grayson stood upon the building he brought up the feed again and set a waypoint on her so he could cut her off. Running and hopping across rooftops, it really made him feel free in a world of depressing chains. Finally after getting about a mile ahead of her he slid down into a alley via rain gutter and headed out to the street, blending in with the crowd until his masked vixen had made her way down the street.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot, don't you?" Grayson said popping up next to Lauwee as they walked side by side through the crowd, not daring to make a scene in a place filled to the brim with every crime organization lackey you could think of. "Let's take it easy this time OK? We get crazy and with my last breath I take your helmet off, now I know that everyone here probably knows your name and face and even though I could tell you'd like to kill me, your file says the last thing you want to do is lose a target." Grayson smirked a little, happy that he could finally get a moment to talk to her without having to worry about combustable couches. "Like I was saying back there, we are on the same side and by me following you that has to show you some interest in who my company is. Look to prove we are on the same side, I'm coming along with you on this one. I don't need any of your bounty on it but everyone can use a extra pair of eyes and another bullet. Maybe after this you can give me enough time to have a tiny conversation without any of us having our lives threatened?" He kept walking with her as his left gloves center started to glow a slight green. "Hey Scout, I might need some blueprints, thermal scans, and facial conformation of the hit's building. Could you work on that for me?"
"Already there Apple." Came a voice as the green changed to a blue confirming file transfer. "Good work, cover my tracks to please." "I always do." The feed cut and with a tap of his finger on the back of her helmet he sent the files to her visual display. "I help you out right here, and you hear me out, deal?" Grayson said stepping in front of her covered face and stopping them both as he stuck out his hand, offering his trust and loyalty in a shake.