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Paige Ceres

"Time is always on our side"

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a character in “The Time Keepers”, as played by Issa

Description

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"Time to find us some bad guys"


Basic Info


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Full name
Paige Ceres
Nickname
Elsie, Els
Age
21
Role:
Keeper



Interests



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Appearance
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120lbs
Piercings: One in each ear
Tattoos: None
Scars: A thin scar on her left shoulder


Likes
Spicy food
Sunbathing
History
Classical Music
Technology


Dislikes
Historical movies (always so inaccurate)
Rouge Travelers
Bland food
Being shot at
Surprises
Secrets


Hobbies
Shooting practice
Reading


Fears
Being stuck in a primitive time forever
The time stream becoming irreversibly contaminated


Weapon of Choice
Twin Handguns



Time Profile



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Role
Keeper - Paige has worked with the Time Keepers for the best part of her life and has never had any regrets.

Goal
Paige's goal is similar to the overall goal of Time Keepers: To ensure that history and the present are what they're meant to be. She wants to stop rogues from altering the timeline.

Character Thoughts
On Time Control: "Time is a dangerous thing. It needs to be policed or else you get pirates traveling between different times, contaminating the time stream."
Favourite Era: "That's a draw between the Ancient Greek age in the 4th and 5th centuries BC and the Classical western period when from the 1700s to the mid-1800s. I love one for the rich culture and the other for the music that was produced."
Killing: "We try not to kill when Time Keeping, our methods involve erasing memories. But if someone were too dangerous than I would chose time over their life."




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Personality
Paige is a mass of contradictions. As a member of the Time Keepers she has a huge level of respect for the rules that govern the agency, however she will pick and choose them to best fit her current situation. While others might think this approach is disrespectful and dangerous, Paige believes it gives her a certain freedom to make her own decisions. That isn't to say that she flaunts the rules or disagrees with the Time Keepers' mission, she believes whole-heatedly that without the time and energy of the Keepers, Rogue travelers would pollute the time stream.

When not working a lighter side of Paige appears. She will generally be found laughing with other agents, enjoying some personal time or soaking up sunlight on the roof of the Keepers' facilities. She has a general ease about her, when she isn't working and is extremely friendly. When she is working she becomes much more serious, her impatience comes through too. She likes missions to be completed efficiently.

She has, as do most keepers, a love of history. She can reel off dates and names with ease and describe the a historical scene clearly and accurately. Her passion for history has always been obvious. She is smart, fast to understand a situation and an expert at reading people.


History
Paige's father, Alexander Ceres, was a researched for the Time Keepers. It was his job to find out where the time discrepancies are occurring and inform the time agents of the trouble. Paige's mother Jean was one such Time Keeper. So policing time is in Paige's blood.

She never really had a normal childhood, she grew up in and around the agency headquarters. Her education came from her parents, and any other agents that felt up to the task of teaching the little girl. Being home-schooled in this way meant that her knowledge of some subjects was exceptional while others were certainly lacking. When she was old enough her parents sent her to a boarding school. Her strange home-schooling became apparent quickly and she found that she had to study to catch up with the students in a few subjects. Her knowledge if history, however, was evident. She knew more than the teachers and by the end of the first week her history teacher was so fed up with being corrected that the teacher left the classroom early and Paige happily, and with a stream of giggles, began to tell her fellow students about the Dark ages.

Her general ease with meeting people meant that she soon had a tight group of friends. They helped her with subjects where she struggled and she in turn helped them with history. They hid little secrets from each other, giggling over boys together as they grew. The only thing Paige didn't share with her friends was anything to do with the Time Keepers. That information wasn't public knowledge and her parents had been very clear that she wasn't to tell anyone about them.

After school Paige returned to the Time Agency and began her training as a Time Keeper. This training includes weapons training, hand-to-hand combat, strategy and stealth - to name a few. Her early years living and learning at the agency have helped her well. Now, at 21, she's one of the handful of specially selected agents ready to travel to 19th Century England to find the root of the recent problems.




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So begins...

Paige Ceres's Story

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#, as written by Issa
Paige Ceres


The stark white corridors of the Time Institute Headquarters were brimming with life. The communications room and and research library also bustled with purpose. Finally things were happening. The Keepers were sending a group of their best and brightest into the past. The recent disappearances had cast a shadow over the institute. The past few weeks had left everybody itching to do something. And now, finally, the researchers had figured out where to start.

Paige Ceres walked purposefully through the corridors, strapping her twin handguns to her side. Usually they would sit around her thighs but now, given the time she was traveling to, they were hidden beneath the folds of her jacket. Paige was always immensely thankful for the Keepers synthetic clothing. While she was forced to wear a dress in order to fit in with the time period, the material it was made from had been altered to allow for ease of movement. Her dress, a simple one of dulled browns and dirty whites, would have her fitting in perfectly with the lower class of 1800s London.

Up ahead the doors into the mission room were opened, giving the young woman a clear view of the Time Keepers she would be traveling with into the past. In front of them, the only one dressed in modern clothes, stood Mr Haran, the Director of the Institute. That he was here indicated the seriousness of the case. Paige entered the room, again double checking that everything was where it should be. Her jacket covered her guns, the sleeves hid the watch that was their time travel device and she was dressed appropriately for the time period they were about to jump into. The room itself was empty of any furniture or decoration. It was circular, white and seemed to echo whenever someone spoke.

"I thank each and everyone of you for embarking on this mission." Mr Haran began, his voice ringing throughout the room, "Find our people, stop these fools from destroying all we work for and, above all else, remember our code: Do not disturb time."
He nodded, his eyes making contact with every agent in the room, before leaving. The door closed behind him.

For the group of Keepers in the room it was now time to begin. Paige stepped into the middle of the group, raising her wrist to reveal the small watch that was wrapped around it. The time read 09:29am. Paige pressed a button and the screen flicked to the current date.
"London, England. 1827." She told the Keepers gathered in the room, adjusting her device as she spoke. "The dockside, behind the fish markets. Let's say midday."
She waited for the other keepers to input the data. Then, when everyone was ready, she smiled and began the countdown,
"Three... two... one.. " On one her screen flashed and Paige's world flashed a blinding white.

Time traveling, as far as she had gathered, felt slightly different for everyone. Sure, there was always that rush of air as it tried to fill in the space you had left, but she had heard of some people feeling squeezed, while others felt ripped in two. For Paige it felt like she was spinning. The sensation lasted less than a second each time she traveled and she had grown to accept it, if not like it. It took no time at all to reach the 1800s, the time would still be reading 09:29 back home. The further back you traveled the longer it generally took.

Paige glanced around at her companions, checking that everyone had made it through intact. They were all standing behind a debilitated warehouse, the smell of fish, shit and smoke thick in the air. The sounds of the fish market on the other side of the warehouse could be heard as well as the squawk of seagulls. It was an overcast day, grey clouds threatened with rain and Paige doubted that they would see the sun anytime soon.

"We have our instructions." Paige reminded the group, "The reports pinpoint an old textile warehouse just beyond these docks. We split up and make our way there individually or in pairs to avoid detection." She glanced at her watch again, it now showed the current time in London of 12:00. "We'll move in at 12:45"
She smiled at them all before giving a final nod. She turned and began to leave. If someone wanted to pair up with her to reach the warehouse then they would catch her up, if not she was perfectly happy to get there alone.

Vance Savage


The man stood by the window, watching the street below the warehouse through the dirty glass. There were always people everywhere in London, one of the reasons he had chosen this place and time for the base of his scheme. It was relatively easy for a man of money to make things work for him here.

Behind him, set within an arm's distance was his crossbow. A casual observer might mistake this weapon for some old artifact from the medieval period but on closer inspection one might realise that the material it was made from wasn't wood, or anything that could have come out of that time. Vance Savage had designed and made it himself in the 23rd century. It shot a laser arrow with deadly accuracy, especially when in Vance's hands. Now, turning from the window, he picked up the weapon and slung it over his back.

He left his private study, striding along the corridor. Below him was the whole of the textile factory, the old machines creating a maze of metal. He entered into what had once been some sort of office. Now it was alive with futuristic technology. Screens blinked figures and videos gave the team unlimited access to the streets around the warehouse. Vance went straight towards a lone computer, it's screen showing a single spike in the graph that ran along its face.
"They're here." His mouth formed into a satisfied smirk, his light brown eyes seemed to sparkle with dark energy.
He lifted his hand to his ear and spoke, knowing his message would be transmitted to all the rogues who had gathered here.
"Time to come in, we've got some guests to entertain."
Wherever they might be in London, and whatever they might be doing they would know that the real fun was about to begin.

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Aaron sighed as he adjusted his pocketwatch. He had always loathed the 1800's. Patiently tapping his foot he'd look around the room. No one knew...at least he didn't think anyone knew. His second goal...the reason he volunteered... was so he could find his father... the man who made the Time Keepers seem like a dream job. His green eyes glanced at the door when a woman came in. She was dressed as the lower class, as he was dressed as the upper. His black velvet coat, with a gold trimmed vest, and shiny black shoes would say he was dressed as the upper class. The pocketwatch... a small token of the past. On the back of it, ingraved was, Johnny Thornhill , his fathers. Casually tipping his hat to the woman he looked back at the director. As the man gave his speech, it felt as if his eyes lingered on Aaron... mostly when he was speaking of their one motto. Do not disturb time. He'd smile and nod in agreement before the director left. Then the woman spoke, adjusting his wristwatch he'd sigh...just another day. After inputting the information, he felt it...time... shifting...flying backwards.

His body seemed to turn to liquid as time turned back. Though it was as if a force were going against him. Aaron always said Time was like a river, flowed only one way...and this was one of the reasons. People wern't ment to go back in time...though some always thought it be fun to do so. As his travel ended he'd gasp and adjust his clothing and check to make sure his hat were still on his head. Scrunching up his nose he almost gagged at the scent. He wasn't sure if he could get used to the smell of places.

"Ugh... couldn't have picked a better smelling place? It reeks." He'd say checking his shoes making sure there wasn't any shit on them. Hey... he was supposed to act like upperclass. Good thing his brittish accent sounded genuine. He'd give Paige a smile to show he was only playing before she spoke of splitting up or going in pairs. The warehouse... this was going to be fun. He could already feel his throwing knives in his coat, as if they were yearning to enter flesh, stop people from messing up the time stream. Taking a few breaths, he had an agenda of his own.

A fellow Time Keeper had gave Aaron information about his father's dissapearance, and the first place he had suggested to look was the tavern. He made a mental note of the location of the warehouse. It was time he searched for his father... afterall, family did come first. Aaron wouldn't mess up the time stream if he...found his father... would he?

He hoped no one wanted to pair with him, as that would make them suspicious as to why he would be going to the tavern... though Aaron was a good liar, he could probably bullshit his way through, its just he didn't want to...looking at his pocketwatch he'd nod to himself.

He had plenty of time... I mean afterall... time was on his side.

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London's smell hit Wes like a punch in the face. "Damn. I thought I could deal with anything since the Middle Ages, but this is wicked awful," he said to nobody in particular.

It took a moment to get the scrunched, "that smells gross" look off his face. He half-listened to Paige's reminders about the warehouse. They'd gone through the details of this mission more times than he could count back at the agency.

Instead he spent the time taking in his surroundings. Carriages and carts clogged up the street, and the crowds of people pressed close against each other on the sidewalks. The midday sun beat down on all of them. Wes caught snippets of conversation as people passed by. Complaints about rising fish prices, scraps of gossip, inquiries about a neighbor, but nothing helpful.

He glanced around for a likely person to have information. Someone busy with errands wouldn't stop to talk to him, so he eliminated the women with shopping baskets tucked under their arms. He did the same for the men and women working the busy stalls. A dockworker on a lunch break might do nicely, he thought.

The group of Keepers started to disband. Wes felt a flicker of panic. Despite the number of missions he'd run with the agency, he'd never come to London or the 1800s before. He wanted a buddy, at least until he got to know this place better.

Most of the group had already paired off or left. Many had disappeared into the crowd. He spotted Aaron, but something in the other man's body language stopped Wes from following. He guessed he wouldn't be welcome there, and he didn't want to impose.

Paige hadn't left his sight yet, either. He might be able to catch up to her if he ran. Wes didn't know her well, but an acquaintance was better than no company at all.

The crowded street slowed his progress. He followed the back of her head, dodging and weaving through the crowd. "Pardon me, sir. Sorry about that, ma'am." Wes could barely move through the crowd without bumping into people. He felt bad about moving so aggressively, but he couldn't slow down without risking losing Paige.

After almost knocking an armful of groceries away from an old woman, he ran right into Paige, stopping just short of slamming into her. He touched her shoulder to get her attention.

He flashed his best smile at her in case he'd bothered her."I'm so sorry about that. You walked away before I could talk to you. I was wondering if you'd partner up with me?" he said, slightly out of breath.

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Jason sniffed in the filthy air around him as he reached 1827. The easiest way for him to get adjusted to the smell was to take a few deep breaths, that and a drink of course. He removed his flask from his pocket and took a big gulp. The spirited liquid warmed his insides which was a very welcome side effect. Getting dressed for the mission he did went for genuine and not for comfort. In retrospect, traveling to London he should have known better.

The group started to split up, and lost in his own thoughts he was one of the last to move. He saw Wes team up with Paige. Splendid, Jason thought as he saw them together. There goes my plan to once again let her know what a bad feeling I get regarding this mission. His mind went back to a private meeting between Paige, Mr Haran and himself where he had expressed his concern. Something was off on this mission and it wasn't just the fish for sale at stall number 3.

Jason was dressed as a dock worker, or simply Docker as the English would say it. Checking his pocket he found the old English coins he had brought from the Time Institute Headquarters. He was to far away from his favorite tavern, The Ten Bells at East End, but he was sure he would be able to get a drink at one of the local watering holes.
"Well ladies," Jason said to the two colleagues left behind, "I could sure use a drink, see you in 45 minutes."
With that said Jason made his way across to the fish market and dissappeared in the masses.

Halfway over the market Jason noticed someone touching his pocket. With a quick reaction Jason caught the arm of the young boy. He couldn't have been older then 8 or 9 years. The boy looked at him with big white eyes.
"If you don't want to lose that hand I suggest you keep it out of other peoples pockets, do you understand?"
The boy nodded and Jason loosened his grip on the boys arm. At that moment the boy kicked him in the shins and ran away. Blasted Oliver Twisty kid,Jason thought as he rubbed his shin. The boy had not been able to get any money from him, so he decided not to chase it. If I would chase him, I might be late at rendezvous point.

Coming to the other end of the fish market, Jason dove into an alley. This was the shortest way to approach the rendezvous point from the east. The alley was filled with drunks and tough guys and Jason did not feel particular excited to take this route. At that moment he felt the flask in his pocket and took it out. If you can't beat them..., Jason thought and he started to sing in a drunken tone.

"Maxwelton braes are bonnie, where early fa's the dew
Where me and Annie Laurie made up the promise true"


Jason got a few weird looks his way, and the drunk seemed to wake up out of their street naps.

"Made up the promise true, and ne'er forget will I
And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay doun my head and die"


The drunk had joined in at this time. Jason was past the middle of the alley and started to gain more confidence in his plan then he originally had.

"She's backit like the peacock, she's breistit like the swan
She's jimp aboot the middle, her waist ye weel may span
Her waist ye weel may span, and she has a rolling eye
And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay doun my head and die."


Coming to the end of the alley all the men ended the song together. Jason at this moment must have looked pretty smug, at least that was how he felt. Jason turned his back to the alley and continued on his way.

Walking from one alley to the next without much trouble Jason smelled the brewing of good old English ale near one of the buildings. It seemed to be a gambling house. As Jason approached the door slammed open and a couple came out. They seemed to have been in an argument as the man looked upset and held his hand tightly around the ladies arm. Without them noticing him he entered the gambling house and approached the bar.
"One scotch please Keep." Jason put some money on the counter while the barkeeper was pouring his drink.
"What happened to the two lovers I just saw coming out?"Jason asked in order to start a conversation. He looked at his glass and thought he saw dirt floating around in his drink.
"Those damned foreigners,"the barkeep sighed, "I'm thinking of putting up a sign, Englishmen only."
Jason's mind went into overdrive, foreigners..., making a scene in a gambling house. Even for foreigners such amount of feminism is unlikely, at least in the 1800's.Jason made a quick decision to follow the two. He put his glass, which he hardly touched, back on the bar.
"Better sign then Englishmen only...: no women allowed," he said with a wink to the barkeep. He stood up and walked to the door.

As he opened it he could see the couple turning into a street not to far away. He put some haste in his step and turned into the same street half a minute later. He would have thought to still see the couple in the distance, but he could not see anyone. He saw he was standing right behind the old textile warehouse. Shit, they are working together,Jason thought. He looked at his watch and saw it was 12:41. He had 4 minutes to warn the others.

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#, as written by Issa
(wrong place - ignore!)

The setting changes from time to 1800 London, England

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#, as written by Issa
Paige Ceres


Paige walked up the street, taking care to dodge the stalls of fish and the many people pushing their way through the crowds. It felt strange being back in the 1800s. The last time she had visited the era she had been with her mentor. He had retired some years ago but this time always reminded her of him.

A tap on her shoulder made Paige turn. Wes gave her a smile as she turned to face him.

"I'm so sorry about that. You walked away before I could talk to you. I was wondering if you'd partner up with me?"
Wes was slightly out of breath and Paige, casting an eye back along the street, could see the line of people he had pushed through to reach her. Her attention was caught by Jason, who was just turning away from her and Wes. The memory of her meeting with Jason and Mr Haran flashed in her mind. He had been worried about the mission. His concern had been understandable, but in the end they had to continue with their plan.

Paige turned her attention to Wes, pushing Jason's doubts out of her mind.
"Sure." Paige told Wes, waiting for him to get his breath back before she started walking again. She wanted to reach the warehouse quickly to give herself enough time to get an idea of the place. The Keeper's plan was to storm the warehouse, capturing any rogues that they found. The Institute wanted them brought back alive and questioned. It would be easy to spot a rogue once the fighting began. They would be the ones with weapons from out of this time.

The fish market began to thin out as the two entered a section of the docks busy with the loading and unloading of ships. Here the market shoppers were replaced with tough looking sailors, a number of who gave Paige a curious glance. Their eyes would eventually wonder to Wes. She supposed having the other man with her meant that any leering comments from the sailors would be kept silent.

While Paige kept one eye on the crowd she gave Wes her remaining attention. She knew of him, most Keepers knew each other at least by name, but she hadn't ever had much reason to speak with him before.
"You haven't been here before, have you?" Paige asked, referring to both the time and the place. She recalled reading through his Keeper profile which had stated where he had run his missions. It wasn't uncommon for agents to specialise in one era or another, but she wasn't sure if Wes was one such agent or he had simply never had a mission in this time before. "Thoughts so far?" She couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her face. The 1800s, depending where and when you were, could actually be a very pleasant place, but here in London it could be slightly overwhelming.

Vance Savage


His message through, all Vance could do now was wait for his team to assemble. He didn't have long to wait before the first message came in.

"They came in at the docks, by the fish market. 6 in total, 3 male and 3 female. They're splitting up but they're heading east. Probably towards base" Eva's voice filtered through Vance's ear piece, her message bringing a smile to his face. Six Keepers meant that they were taking this threat seriously. Sure, they had the greater numbers but Vance hoped that the rogues advanced technology would give them the edge. Not to mention the surprise they had rigged up in the warehouse floor.

"They're all in sight. They could get suspicious if I go directly to the factory now, it's where they're heading. What should I do?" Eva's query came a moment later and Vance took a second to answer it, weighing up the options.
"Pick one and follow. Keep well behind them, I do not want you to be seen. When they enter the base you can close the door behind them. Be sure you do not get caught near the warehouse floor, you do not want to be caught in our surprise."

A moment later Llyr and Esfir entered the room. Vance returned Llyr's greeting and gave the man space to look at the graph.
"So it's true then, they've finally arrived? What do we do now?" Esfir question was curious and Vance smiled at the girl,
"We create mayhem." He answered, his smile becoming a wicked grin. "But first we wait for the agents to find us. The warehouse floor has been rigged with explosives, as you know. When the Keepers attack we will lure them onto the floor, set the charges and then watch the fireworks."
It was a simple trap but with the use of their advanced technology it was one that was likely to go undetected by the keepers until it was too late. Vance didn't care either way if the explosion effected any normal London citizens but he had installed a force-field like device that would restrict the explosion and subsequent carnage to the warehouse floor. That way anyone watching from the balcony - where he planned to be - would have front row seats.

Vance glanced across the room, spotting Jaycee standing against the wall. The young man could move soundlessly when he wanted to, a useful talent to have for a rogue. Vance nodded him a greeting.

"We lure the keepers in, make it seem like we are losing ground and then when they are in position we retreat to safety. Ideally we will be able retrieve one of them alive, but if not we know that they will send more keepers."
He knew they understood, after all they had come up with the plan together. One live keeper would give them access to the agency's network and was just one more step in Vance's plan. "We all know the rendezvous time if things do not go according to plan. We will meet there if need be."
It was always wise to have a back-up plan and if somehow the keepers managed to break through their trap then the rogues could regroup in another time - provided they hadn't been captured of killed.

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(wrong place, sorry!)

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"Pick one and follow. Keep well behind them, I do not want you to be seen. When they enter the base you can close the door behind them. Be sure you do not get caught near the warehouse floor, you do not want to be caught in our surprise."
"I'm on it"

Eva smiled. This is what she had hoped would happen, and she knew exactly how to do it. She regarded the 6 rouges, all of them splitting off from each other now.

Two of the women hadn't done anything yet. They were probably waiting a few minutes to follow on so there was some distance between them and the others. They'd have to go straight there though, probably, to meet the rendezvous point, so there was no point in following them- she'd be noticed straight away.

Two of the men had gone off on their own. One was walking quickly- with purpose. To follow him she'd have to match his pace and probably wouldn't go unnoticed there either. The other was wondering towards and alleyway she knew, even in her own time, to avoid like the plague.

This left the man and the woman who had originally drawn her attention. A blonde woman with authority in her step walked towards the fish market and the gentleman followed after. They began to talk, too quietly for her to hear, and Eva turned to the side and tried to blend in with the crowd. She let them move away. She needed a head start to remain unseen, and she knew exactly where they were going. And she wanted a back up plan.

She noticed a stall packing up next to her and walked over slowly. It was run by an elderly couple in tattered clothes and ashen faces; they had barely sold any of their stock. She rapped sharply on the wood, and the old woman looked up.
"How much for the cane?" Eva said, nodding at the decrepit walking stick that was propped against the stall.
The woman looked from the cane to Eva in confusion, and politely answered that it wasn't for sale, that she needed it to get home. Eva rolled her eyes, and then softened her expression.
"I've really hurt my ankle, ma'am. Sorry, but I can pay ya"
"And I'm sorry, dear but I really can't I-"

She put a pound note on the table. The wide eyes of the poor woman answered Eva's question and she took the cane with a curt nod and walked off, leaning on it as if she had sprained her ankle. She left the fish market, limping falsely with her eyes on the Keepers.

The reasoning behind the cane was simple. Should she be noticed by the Time Keepers, she could fall over and claim injury, explaining that she had hoped one of them knew what to do about her leg. She's say she assumed that the gentleman was a philanthropist for coming to this part of London and she thought he could help her. And if she were discovered by them, then it would do just fine as a weapon if she aimed for the head and ran fast enough.

She'd limp along behind them, sticking to the crowds and listening in to what they talked about when she could. When they reached the warehouse she would hide, wait, and when they were all in there she'd slam the doors and lock them, taking the fire exit and joining the rest of her team on the balcony. She knew exactly what Savage had in mind when he said 'surprise'.

Then she'd watch them burn.

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Wes didn’t like the way the sailors stared at Paige. They seemed overly curious, almost predatory. Let her handle it herself. A pretty girl like her is probably used to it. She’s a Time Keeper, not your sister. He fought the urge to take her arm.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind his presence. The few times he'd seen her around the agency, she'd always seemed busy or concentrating on something. He'd worried that might translate into unfriendliness. The Time Keepers, even the friendly ones, could be weird about their work, almost too serious. He'd never gotten used to it.

“I know it’s silly, but when I always thought the 1800s would have, I don’t know, balls or something. Rich women looking for a husband, court intrigue, masquerades, and all that. Not a smelly fish market. It’s not bad though, just different,” he said. “By the way, I didn’t know you could move so fast. You covered a lot of ground before I could catch up. And thanks for waiting.”

He'd relaxed enough to really drink in his surroundings. Huge steamboats bobbed on the murky water, and sailors and dockworkers hauled crates on and off. Wes eyed the wares: bolts of cotton, crates of fruit, even a few live animals. It made him feel a little bit of awe. Time travel had never gotten old for him.

A few of the sailors made eye contact, not quite glaring, but not quite friendly, either. He knew the look; they tried to intimidate him. Wes didn't consider them dangerous. He smiled back at them.

As they moved on, the area got seedier. The biggest danger in the market had been pickpockets. They might come across worse in this part of town, though he doubted it would be too much of a problem at midday.

The crowd thinned out here as well. Wes could zone in on individuals better. He spotted a girl with a limp in the corner of his eye. She seemed familiar. He almost wrote it off as nothing, but her posture seemed off to him, forced almost, as if she were consciously trying to be ladylike. She seemed uncomfortable.

He leaned in close to Paige to speak into her ear. "Don't look now, but the girl with the cane. Something's off," he whispered.

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Jason turned around and walked back out of the dead-end street behind the warehouse. His way out was blocked by two burly looking man. Although the air already smelled loathsome, it wasn't hard for Jason to notice that these two smelled much worse. As if they washed their sweaty armpits with the freshly caught fish from the fish market.
"Strange, a lost docker right after payday. Time to hand over the money little guy."Jason was surprised to hear the man talk in full sentences. He had a slight smile on his face and raised his eyebrows before speaking.
"I'm in a hurry ladies, so how are we going to do this, dance-off, arm wrestle, HALO 4 tournament?"
The ugly grim on the face of the dockers in front of him disappeared. The one on the left went into attack mode. He raised his left arm and started to swing his fist towards Jason's face. Jason easily dodged the fist and planted his own in the stomach of his opponent. He grabbed the belt of the man with his left hand and his collar with the right and slammed his head right into the wall. The other man looked a bit confused. He quickly got over it and launched his own attack. Before he could however, Jason had already launched his right hand uppercut and hit the jaw of the teabag in front of him. Jason looked up and saw the
two guys laying on the ground.
"Come on fellows, I was beating up blokes before your country was even founded. This is not even exercise."Jason looked at his watch. Even though it wasn't exercise it still had taken time away from his mission.

When looking at his watch he started to panic a bit. Every second ticking away was one less to warn his fellow Keepers. Somehow he had the feeling it wasn't a good thing that two potential Rogues just arrived at the place where the Keepers wanted to surprise them. He had the feeling there wouldn't be much of a surprise if the Rogues knew they were coming. There was a good chance the Keepers would run into more surprises then the Rogues would. If these Rogues had been to the future they might have weapons that the Keepers never even heard of.
Jason had never been to the future himself, very few Time Keepers had. It was against their philosophy to travel to the future. If the future was meddled with it was a task for the future Time Keepers to deal with that. The current Time Keepers only deal with the present and the past. Of course no Rogue was bound by this code, which often lead to some surprises for the Time Keepers.

Jason thought of who to warn first. Naturally Paige came to mind first. It had been seven years since Jason was adopted by the Time Keepers and he had known Paige since the first minute. Of course she hadn't been a Keeper as long as he had, but with parents like hers she easily could have been. Over time he had grown fond of her like he would a sister, a sometimes annoying little sister. He knew he would do everything to protect her. For now at least she was paired up with Wes, but that wouldn't help much if they were being outnumbered by Rogues. They had left the fish market quickly and would probably be the furthest at the moment.

As time was ticking away Jason was scared he wouldn't be able to reach everyone on time. Jason knew what he had to do, although knowing it didn't make him any happier about the situation. He had to use one of the very few tools that was from out of this time. If he would use it however, and the Rogues had equipment to learn the Keepers were here, it would pinpoint his location to the centimeter. To give himself some protection he decided to go higher up. He located some crates and climbed on top of them. From here he was able to hold onto the ledge of the building on the opposite site of the alley and climb up. He made sure he could not be seen from the windows of the warehouse, of course this also meant he could not look inside. On top of the building he was able to jump to the roof of the warehouse. He checked his watch one more time and saw he had 30 seconds left. Here it goes,
it is now or never.
He touched his earpiece. When he spoke he voice sounded urgent.
"Everyone, it is a trap, they are expecting us. Paige, I'm not being paranoid, I swear on our mission in Paris, 1789."
Okay, now at least they can keep themselves safe. Now let's see what the Rogues do next.

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Vance Savage


Vance was an expert at waiting. It might not have been his favourite part of the plan but it was necessary. He stretched out his back, glancing from Llyr to Esfir to Jaycee.
"I hope you're all ready for some fun." He remarked absently, "It shouldn't be much longer."
No sooner had he spoken than another screen in the room gave a loud beep. This was not the same screen that had revealed the Keeper's arrival but a larger one that showed a computerized map of the London docks. It seemed to be scanning the nearby area. A small red dot had appeared a short way off from the warehouse, it was the cause of the noise and the reason a slow smile had spread across Vance's face.
The dot could only be a Time Keeper. No one else in this backwards time would have technology like this, unless of course you counted his fellow Rogues, but they were all set to frequencies that wouldn't set the alarms off.

"I'll handle this, unless anyone wants to join me?" Vance said, wondering towards the door. He walked down the balcony until he reached a small set of stairs that led up onto the roof. From here he had a decent view of the surrounding area. He couldn't see the keeper but his position was known. Vance brought up his crossbow and sighted down its length. He angled it towards the direction of the keeper, using his memory of the map on the screen to guide him. He might not hit the keeper but his shot would undoubtedly be enough to disrupt the warehouse the keeper was on. Taking a deep breath Vance steadied his arm, double checked his aim and then squeezed the trigger. A burst of energy erupted from the weapon, streaming straight towards the location where Vance knew the keeper to be. It hit the building, piercing through the brick.

He let the crossbow fall back onto his shoulder, grinning lazily as he watched the destruction he had caused. Sure, he had just given away the rogue's position but he doubted that the Keepers would just let his attack go. They were duty bound to come now, Vance had just used highly illegal technology hundreds of years before its time. And he had attacked one of their own.

Paige Ceres


Paige and Wes were covering a decent amount of ground. Paige was confident that if they kept this pace up they would reach the warehouse soon. It was also nice having a chance to talk with Wes. She hadn't have much reason to talk with him in the past.

“I know it’s silly, but when I always thought the 1800s would have, I don’t know, balls or something. Rich women looking for a husband, court intrigue, masquerades, and all that. Not a smelly fish market. It’s not bad though, just different... By the way, I didn’t know you could move so fast. You covered a lot of ground before I could catch up. And thanks for waiting." Wes's words brought a smile to her face.
"That's the 1800s you see in movies." She replied. The real London was the mass of people trying to survive.
As for moving fast, Paige shrugged, "It's be a lot easier in pants, but when in Rome."

The two continued, moving into the dodgy area just short of their final destination. Like Paige Wes was watching the crowds and it seemed that he spotted something that Paige had missed. He leaned in and spoke quietly in her ear,
"Don't look now, but the girl with the cane. Something's off,"
Paige had to force herself not to glance over her shoulder, but she accepted Wes' warning and simply nodded her reply. They weren't far off the warehouse now. Paige glanced around and found a dark, thin alleyway. No one in their right minds would wonder down here alone, especially a girl with a cane. The alleyway would also take them closer to the warehouse. Surely if the girl wasn't following them then she wouldn't come down the alleyway.

"In here." Paige said quietly, heading into the alleyway. She glanced at her watch, taking care to hide the movement so that no one watching could see her keeper watch. The time read 12.40, five minutes.
Paige reached the end of the alleyway and stopped short, stepping back into the shadows as she came into view of the textile warehouse.
Her communication device crackled into life and she heard Jason's voice in her ear,
"Everyone, it is a trap, they are expecting us. Paige, I'm not being paranoid, I swear on our mission in Paris, 1789."
Paige swore. For Jason to use the communication device was a big risk, the rogues could track it. Add to that the fact that Jason had brought up their mission in Paris and Paige was seriously worried. She had known Jason since he first arrived at the Institute, seven years ago, and although she didn't always listen to his advice there were times when she couldn't ignore it. This was one such time.

Then the laser blast hit nearby. From where Paige stood she could see a figure standing on the roof of the textile warehouse. A rogue, with zero regard for the time laws. The weapon in his hands was from the future, no doubt about it.
There was a sick feeling in her stomach, was the figure firing randomly or had someone... Jason been his target? She would have to risk communication, she had to check to see if Jason had been hurt.
"Jason. Are you there?"
"Shit." Paige swore again, glancing at Wes. "It may be a trap but we have to stop that man from destroying London." She pointed at the figure on the textile roof, her hand shook slightly. If Jason's warning was real they would find more than one dangerous rogue in the warehouse

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Wes stopped in his tracks. Fixing that'll be hell, he thought, half of London must have seen that blast. He craned his neck to see the figure on the roof better, but the sun ruined his view. They didn't have a way to identify the bastard. Wes almost cursed but bit his tongue.

"Jason. Are you there?" Paige said. "Shit."

"He's going to find the rest of our team next. We've got to pull out," Wes said.

"It may be a trap but we have to stop that man from destroying London."

With that avenue closed, he acted on his next instinct. Wes pushed Paige further back into the shadows and blocked as much of her as he could. If the guy on the roof was going after keepers, they might be next. He'd lost sight of the girl with the cane, but that made her more dangerous.

If the rogues had found Jason, they'd found him and Paige. They had a minute, max. He touched his earpiece. "A rogue fired a laser at Jason. North of the warehouse. If anyone's nearby, get to him," he said.

Wes moved behind Paige and studied the wall behind them. He'd hoped for dustbins or something he could climb on for a head start. Even if he could make it, she had a skirt to deal with. His eyes drifted down the alley and spotted a fence at the end. It led to a window with bars right under the roof. They'd travel better that way.

He grabbed Paige's hand and pulled. "We're on it. Follow me," he said, running to the fence. The horizontal pieces of wood made an easy ladder. He reached the top, hopped to the window ledge, and glanced back to make sure she'd followed him.

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Paige Ceres


Time Keepers were trained to perform well under stress and if the rogue's sudden attack on London wasn't a stressful event than Paige didn't know what was. Her mind was whirling with all the disastrous things that might now happen because of the attack. Even the smallest change in time could change the future drastically, what would this do if they didn't fix it?

Wes pushed Paige back into the shadows of the alley, using his body as a shield against another potential attack. Then he touched his earpiece, transmitting a message to all the keepers that had come here with them,
"A rogue fired a laser at Jason. North of the warehouse. If anyone's nearby, get to him." The message would no doubt give away their position. The two would have to move, and fast.
'We're on it. Follow me' Wes said, already having a plan in mind. He took Paige's hand and together they ran down to the end of the alley where a wooden fence acted as a simple ladder up to a window with bars beneath the roof.
Paige followed Wes up, taking care not to catch her skirt on any stray nails. She would love to take off her skirt, she had on a pair of standard issue Keeper leggings beneath, but there was still history to preserve and it had already been altered by the blast. She didn't want to do anymore damage.

She reached the top as Wes hopped onto the window ledge and turned to check on her.
"Onto the roof?" Paige asked, unsure where Wes' route was taking them. The roof would definitely give them a better vantage point to see the rogue that had just destroyed the other warehouse and possibly Jason, but then again it might also give him a better view of them.

"Guys... what if we went back one more year? See if they follow? Let us lead them into a trap? They know we'll get in their way and stop them no matter what... wouldn't they want to defeat us before destroying London?" The transmission came through a moment after she had spoken, she recognised Aaron's clear voice. He certainly had a point about leading them into a trap, it would give the keepers an advantage. Right now, given Jason's warning, it seemed as if the keepers were the ones who had blindly walked into a trap. The only problem with Aaron's plan was that, as far as the keepers knew, the rogues didn't care. If the keepers just disappeared Paige doubted that the rogues would bother to come after them. Why would they when they suddenly had the whole of London to themselves.

Paige decided to risk another communication to talk with Aaron,
"Negative. There is no guarantee that they will follow us. We must stop them now."
Paige turned her attention back to Wes and nodded for him to lead the way.

Vance Savage


Vance smiled with satisfaction, his eyes lazily glancing over the scene of destruction that he had created. Behind him Esfir was laughing and applauding, her delight evident. He gazed back over his shoulder at her as she spun in a circle.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a flair for the dramatic?” Esfir asked.
Vance smirked and gave a casual shrug, "It is a gift." He remarked.
Esfir was by far one of his most favourite rogues. She had an attitude that made the most out of life and Vance was glad to have found a fellow enthusiast of mayhem around.

He followed her back inside but made his way back to the control room while she got into position. There he found Llyr handling the communications and watching the heat sensors.
"What have we got Llyr?" [b] Vance asked as he entered the room, [b] "Are the keepers gathering?"
He could see the screen that monitored communications beeping every so often as the keepers talked, no doubt they were all getting their pants in a twist about what he'd just done. That brought a smile to his face. It would be handy to keep an eye on their position but he didn't feel any inclination to repeat the spectacle he had just made. They knew where the rogues were and he was confident that they would come.

Vance hoped that Eva hadn't been caught in the blast. He had told her to pick one and follow them, for all he knew she could have followed that keeper and been hit by flying debris.
"Eva, what is your location?" He said into his earpiece. He wasn't particularly sentimental, his concern stemmed from the fact that the rogues needed every man and woman they could get. Vance glanced at Jaycee and Llyr. Their numbers were small but they had technology on their side.

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The man and the woman had turned down a thin alleyway, an unexpected route to get to the warehouse, and one that she could never follow without suspicion. But that was easily rectified- all she was there to do was watch and listen, after all. It would probably be easier to do so if she climbed the fire escape of the textiles warehouse that marked, adjacent to the other warehouse beside it, the alley. The roof was high enough up that even if the pair were to glance up she would not be seen, and of course, she could hear everything that they said.

It was oddly peaceful up on that rooftop. Although she was concentrating a great deal on listening, not being seen, and also not falling to her death, Eva found an odd serenity dodging between the chimneys and looking across the familiar, unfamiliar sky line. She spotted her high school, an ancient grammar school in her day- a brand new one today. It was strange. They were nearing the warehouse, where she had planned to climb down after them, slamming the door and locking it should they wonder in, when she heard the woman keeper's communicator buzz with news of a trap.

She could barley contain her laughter. She'd said up a lot of the rouges technology herself- any one making a transition on that type of technology would be instantly located, and even though her plan had mostly fallen apart, she suspected that Savage would react accordingly to the exact location of a keeper. She ran forwards, using the cane to climb over turrets so she could see the head quarters. She saw the blast, and was caught between rolling her eyes and applauding.

He could have just shot him with a bloody gun, she thought.
But of course we have to try and blow up the place while we're here, don't we?
Melodramatics

From her vantage point she gazed at the brief fire and couldn't help Grace jumping to mind, with the rhyme she'd learned in year 2, the one she wouldn't stop singing for three weeks straight, and was actively banned from the household.

London's burning. London's burning...

Picturing her sister singing in her mind, Eva was reminded with ultimate conviction why she was here- what she had to do and who she had to help to do it.

Fetch the engine, fetch the engine...

The keepers were panicking, she heard them scrambling up the fire escape to her left, while the fire blazed on in front of her and base lay just out of sight. She obviously couldn't be caught up here- she wasn't armed and she'd lose all hope of finding Grace again. But, she was still holding the basket. She quickly analysed her surroundings, for the second time that day. Two keepers coming up to the roof-to her- in seconds. One was in the blast, and thanks to Savage's little flair might not actually be dead. She had a basket full of technology- mostly homing devices, but there were two other objects. She threw the fish down one of the chimneys and got rid of the basket, too. With one of the objects, she slipped it into her pocket. The other, she simply turned on and left where it dropped on the rooftop, where the two rouges would be in seconds.

Fire, Fire! Fire, Fire!

Abandoning the cane and moving quickly, Eva ran backwards and found some scaffolding, which she climbed down as quickly as her absurd dress could manage. Landing with a thud and scraping her arm on some rusty metal, she reached street level a little too close to the action as she'd have liked. People were freaking out about the blue flames they'd seen and she blended into the crowd nicely, but she still had to get back to base.

Pour on water, pour on water...

While on the ground, desperately trying to find a way she could just get to the others, Eva spotted a man leaning against a wall with a flask in his hand, injured. Of course he wasn't even bloody dead. She made a mental note to show Savage a gun later on.
Thinking on her feet, she turned to a woman near her who was avidly staring at the sky as though she was expecting the rapture.
"Ya know what I 'eard?" She said, fake fear etched across her sooty face. "That that was all time trav'lers. From the future where they don't got no god. They've come to stop the English empire expanding across the 'hole world, they have."
The woman wasn't going to believe Eva. That was of course until she took the extra earpiece from her pocket.
"Nah, look! I found this! It's true, it is an' we've got to warn everyone! They'll kill us all for the empire, they will!"
And with that the woman started to panic. Snatching the earpiece from Eva's outstretched hand, her shrill cry of warning reached everyone in the area. Eva briefly thanked the British Depth study and slipped into the warehouse while the ensuring panic about the evil from the future played out.

London's Burning, London's burning...

She got the transmission about her location as she walked into base. Not needing to give an answer, she sat in her designated chair next to Lee, and smiled at the others, quickly filling them in on the details of the three rouges she had seen and where they were, as well as the little riot she had started outside. Turning on her computer and tearing off her bonnet, she added
"Oh, and never, ever make me do that again"

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Wes flattened his back against a chimney and scanned the horizon. He needed to see, to have information before he did anything else. Doing this blind had already gotten them into enough trouble.

London spread out before him; even in 1827, the the huge network hummed with life. He recognized a few landmarks. The Thames sparkled in the sun. Streets tangled together and curved without rhyme or reason. The city before him was a rough outline of the maps he’d seen in his home time.

But he didn’t need that.

The chimney was set too far away from the edge of the roof for him to see anything nearby. He had to move to a more outward, exposed position. The thought of that made his stomach churn.

He turned to Paige. “Please cover my back,” he said.

He tugged a pistol from a shoulder holster under his jacket. A gunman on a roof might attract attention, so he held it to the side with the barrel facing straight down. It felt hot from the sun and heavy in his hand, but he couldn’t find anything lighter that fit the time period.

Bits of conversation floated up to the roof. He couldn’t make out distinct words, but the voices sounded panicked and fearful. They must have seen the flash. That meant a mess bigger than he wanted to imagine but also that Jason couldn’t be far.

“You should probably take your skirt off,” he said. As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced. This could not be farther from the time or place for that. “With everything that’s happened, I don’t think one woman in tights will do any lasting damage to the timeline.”

He shifted his position to get a better view of the warehouse’s north side. Sunlight glinted off of something. It grabbed his attention. He brought a hand up to his forehead to shade his eyes and squinted.

A flask. Wes studied its owner, who had Jason’s dark hair and build and walk. He watched for a few more seconds and decided it had to be their keeper.

It relieved Wes to see Jason walking. After seeing the blast, he wasn’t sure the other man would make it. He couldn’t spot any wounds from here.

“I found Jason. He’s at 9 o’clock,” he said.

Wes dashed towards the fire escape and started to scramble down. Maybe if they regrouped, they could get a handle on this situation.

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Paige Ceres


Paige watched as Wes drew out his gun, holding it low to avoid detection.
"Please, cover my back." He said as he inched forward. Paige nodded her agreement, her hands carefully drawing out her twin handguns. She glanced back down at the alley they had come through, it was empty. As was the street behind them. Everyone seemed to have either fled from the explosion or run towards it.

“You should probably take your skirt off,” The words caught Paige by surprise, she glanced over at Wes with her eyebrows raised. Surely he hadn't meant it in a bad way, his choice of words had just been a little off “With everything that’s happened, I don’t think one woman in tights will do any lasting damage to the timeline.” He added. Paige glanced back down at the quiet alley. Certainly there seemed to be little citizens around to see her if she changed. With a sigh Paige replaced her guns in their place and quickly ripped the skirt portion of her outfit off, revealing a pair of black, skin-tight pants. They were high-tech, designed to adapt to the surrounding temperature. They allowed for much better ease of movement as well.

"What can you see?" Paige asked, darting quickly forward to crouch beside Wes. He was squinting down at a figure in the street,
“I found Jason. He’s at 9 o’clock,” He said, his words sending a wave of relief over Paige. As Paige watched she saw Jason take hold of a woman and walked her down the street, popping into a nearby alleyway. Hoping that they wouldn't lose him Paige followed Wes down the fire escape, landing softly on the ground. She pulled out her guns again, holding them low.

"He went this way." Paige said, leading the way down a quieter side alley. A man crossed the pair, his hair singed and his eyes wide as he spotted Paige and Wes. He saw the guns in Paige's hands and the clothing she was wearing and began to point at her, raving about killer keepers. In a series of quick, fluid movements Paige stepped up to the man, struck him on the temple and then helped him fall gently to the ground.
"Looks like someone has been spreading lies." Paige remarked. Quickly she erased the man's memory before pushing him against the alleyway wall. She looked at Wes and nodded for the pair to continue, "Jason should be just be around the corner,"

Vance Savage


“I've got heat signatures outside the warehouse, I’m assuming they’re keepers since we’re all in attendance now.” Llyr said. Vance glanced behind the man at the screen and nodded. Hopefully the keepers would advance soon, there was little they could gain from hovering outside the warehouse.

Vance couldn't help but grin as Eva arrived and began to fill in the group on what she had learned. Vance knew a few Time Keepers personally from previous interactions, but the only one he recognised from Eva's details that had turned up in London was the one he suspected to be Paige. The young woman came from a family of Keepers and had doggedly tracked him for the past year before he had eventually shaken her off. He said nothing to the group though, it wasn't as if revealing his knowledge of her would benefit the rogues in anyway, after all the only things he did know about her was that she was persistent.

Vance's attention was drawn back to his immediate surroundings as Eva tore off her bonnet,
"Oh, and never, ever make me do that again" She added. Vance gave a chuckle,
"But darling, you look exceptionally charming in a bonnet." Vance echoed Llyr's words. Grinning at the expression on Eva's face. It could as easily have been any of the others that had dressed up in the Victorian clothes but Vance disliked wearing anything that didn't proclaim his position, besides he was the one who had been watching the machines for signs of the Keepers arrival.

“So they’re out there, swarming around and they’re not coming in. Keepers, always so bloody cautious.” Vance caught Llyr's comment.
"If they do not make a move soon, I will take another trip to the rooftop to further encourage them." He told the room.

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Wes covered Paige’s back as she dispatched the man raving about the keepers. The alley had emptied, but he didn’t want to take chances.

"Looks like someone has been spreading lies," she said.

“They’ve been spreading a lot more than that,” he said, picking his way through garbage littering the alley. He walked on tiptoe, only partially succeeding at keeping his shoes clean and dry.

"Jason should be just be around the corner.”

He followed her around the corner, keeping a tight grip on his gun. Jason was headed towards them, and the pair nearly ran into him.

“Jason! It’s good to see you on your feet,” Wes said. He stepped back and noticed the woman slumped against the wall nearby. “I really hope you didn’t kill her.”

The adrenaline started to peter out of Wes’s system. Though the keepers hadn’t gotten out of trouble, he felt a little more relaxed now. The running and climbing and confusion had caught up with him. He stepped out of the sun to lean against a wall and took his hat off.

“A plan would be great right now,” he said.

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Jason was near the end of the alley when he ran into Wes and Paige.

“Jason! It’s good to see you on your feet,” Wes said. He stepped back and noticed the woman slumped against the wall nearby. “I really hope you didn't kill her.”

Jason looked back at woman, Jason noticed some drool leaking of her chin. This wasn't bad necessarily, it just meant that the woman was holding on to whatever was erased from her memory. The end result would be the same, although it would maybe take a bit longer for her to wake up.

"She should be fine soon," Jason said. To show what happened he pulled another patch from his pocket and held it up. "Anyway, it is great to see you guys. I don't know if you saw it, but these Rogues are packing some serious weapons. I don't trust that going into the warehouse blindly is a good idea.

Wes stepped out of the sun to lean against a wall and took his hat off.

“A plan would be great right now,” Wes said.

Jason thought about the earpiece he found in the woman's pocket and decided to pitch his idea to the others. He had a sly grin on his face when he looked at them.

I think I might have something in that regards. When I used my earpiece to warn you lot, it took about 20 seconds before I was shot like an unlucky Storm Trooper. They came after me like a fly after poop, for lack of a better metaphor. If we can direct their attention to wherever the earpieces are activated we might be able to get into the warehouse unseen. If this is their main way of spotting us we can even make them believe we are in the warehouse when we are actually not. Even if they had other ways of locating us, they would kind of have to send someone to check it out, right?"

Saying it out loud only made the plan sound better in his head. He would have loved some back up though, Jason wasn't sure if they could pull it off with just the three of them. They didn't even know how many Rogues there actually were.

By the way guys, have you been in contact with Aaron, or any of the others?

Waiting for their response he took out his flask and took a big gulp. He held out the flask to Paige and Wes to gesture they could also have some if they wanted.