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Victoria Island

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Victoria Island

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:12 am

High above the city of Vancouver the man named Virgil stands at the edge of a cliff before flicking the butt of his white cigarette over the edge. He coughed and turned back to the rocky face where his partner stood leaning against the cliff. His shagging bright red hair blowing in the wind. A black smoke still hanging from his lips. His companion's firey red eyes boring holes into his his own. He was anxious. Zeke always was. That's how he got that nickname. After Ezekiel the archangel. Virgil smiled at him menacingly as his own blue hair fluttered into his eyes.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:20 am

Zeke pushed himself off of the rock and flicked the diminishing smoke over the edge. He wandered over beside Virgil and looked down over the edge before spitting down upon the town below. Zeke turned around and began to wander back towards the mountain.

"Com'mon Virg."

Zeke said with a wave of his hand in the heavy wind atop the peak.

They made there way deep into the cliff face where they weres stationed for the time. Two small tents were set up beside a fire. This was all located inside the peak. Zeke turned around to lok at Virgil as he walked into the cave. He smiled sadistically at him.

"Time to get into the game Virg."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:44 pm

Virgil nodded to Zeke as they began to pack up some of their things. All of the necessities. When they both had the large hikers packs on and were about to start down the rock face Virgil turned to Zeke.

"Zeke, how are we going to get suits?"

Zeke didn't answer but wandered over to the edge of the mountain and secured a rope to the face with a large pick. Virgil just stood there and watch as Zeke took up the rope in his right hand and led off with his left foot, his back to the city.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:48 pm

Zeke looked at Virgil with an evil grin as he rappelled down the cliff a foot or so. Still grinning he replied.

"Leave that to me."

Virgil's eyes gleamed with a sadistic look saying that he knew Zeke's plan would be fun and it would involve some sort of killing or at least, mayhem on some level.

The two rappelled down the mountain towards the city of Victoria where they would catch a plane to a destination unknown to Virgil.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:21 am

Virgil's right hand rose to shield his lighter from the wind. With an almost glimmering white cigarette in his lips he lit the tip and let his hands drop with a deep inhale from the flavourous cigarette. His eyes grinned as there was a muffled crack. Virgil looked over to the wall behind which Zeke had dissappeared. A limp head fell from behind the wall. A saddistic smile creased Virgil's face as he noticed the guard wore his head backward. His ocean blue eyes shimmered as he followed Zeke's early lead behind the wall. Zeke already had one of his trade mark black cigarettes out and was smoking it leaning up against the wall looking over the high fence blocking the runways of the Victoria airport. Virgil looked it over with a hand in the pocket of his black jeans he continued to smoke as they heard footsteps. The shadow of a man with a semiautomatic rife floated across the pavement from the opposite side of the building. Virgil grinned psychoticlly knowing it was his turn.

As the footsteps grew louder Virgil flicked away the smoked butt and peered around the side of the wall ready to maime the approaching man. He had no idea what was instore for him. Before he could look around the corner a silent boot came around the wall and made contact with his lower jaw. The guard dropped the rifle as his hands rose up to his face. Virgil swiftly swung out from his hiding place and knocked the rifle upwards with the steel capped toe of his left boot. He caught it in mid air and put the butt of the semi-automatic into the man's forehead before he could comprehend the situation. Catching his lip body Virgil dragged him back behind where the other one was and set him down gently. All the while making sure to create as little sound as possible, in wry of alerting the rest of the security staff. He turned back to Zeke who had finished his cigarette.

[/ic]Now what?[/ic]

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:48 pm

Zeke smiled as Virgil looked up at him. With his question Zeke looked at the smoldering filter inbetween his thumb and his middle finger. He flicked through a hold in the chainlinked fence. Looking the eight foot fence up and down he moved over to it cautiously watching for security. When he was content that none were around and none of the staff was watching he rested his right hand in a rung above his head before lifting himself upwards and over the fence, just barely clearing the barbed wire at the top. He landed softly and quietly before making a silent frantic dash to a baggage cart. Without a sound he dove head-long into the suitcases and other checked items. Before Zeke could wonder where Virgil was he could feel the bags moving as Virgil appeared next to him. Their absolute silence was enough to impress even Zeke. With a quick look around he dove out of the cart and rolled to his feet before running over to the lift of a shuttle.

Zeke began to scale the leg of the tower that lead to the open doors of the shuttle. As he flung himself over the railing at the top he landed silently at the back of the line. He was surprised to see Virgil already there. Quick sonuvabitch. Zeke through as he smiled to Virgil before stepping onto the shuttle as the doors slid shut. An evil grin found its way across Virgil's face as they took their stolen seats on the almost empty shuttle. It could fit 300 people and there were only about 200 people there. They took their seats at the back and Zeke pulled out his pistols and checked them not even making an attempt to keep them out of view. He was a real shit distuber and was proud of it. Now he was going to do what he did best. Disturb the peace.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Thu Oct 13, 2005 3:40 pm

Virgil sat back and and felt the shuttle's boosters kick in. Virgil felt it fly higher and higher. The old hunk of metal began to rattle and rock as the rocket broke the atmosphere. Virgil looked over to Zeke who already had a pair of headphones on. The sounds of Rammstein came out of them. Virgil had never seen them before, he assumed their stolen. He smiled as he removed his own pair of stolen earbuds. Opeth streaked through his ears as he leaned back awaiting the docking of their shuttle in 3 hours.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Tue Oct 18, 2005 10:33 pm

OOC :: Continued from Shopping

The clinking of the glasses echoed through the cave high in the Rockies as they toasted to their unbriddled success. Zeke and Virgil downed their shot glasses and set them down on a rock as they wandered over to their magnificent steal, Epyon and Vayeate. With a grin Zeke looked over to Virgil.

"Hell, if I'da know it was gonna be that easy, I'd have beens stealing Gundams for years."

Virgil just smiled. He wasn't the talking type. Zeke grinned and continued to stare up at the marvelous machine known as Epyon. Then the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance sounded. Before Virgil could reach their weapons soldiers wearing camo green began pouring into the cave that the two called home. Their standard issue Colt M4A1's aimed to kill. Each filtered with a laser sight. Zeke looked over at Virgil and the two rose their hands into the air lazily. A man with grey hair and a scar running down his left cheek walked in past the two squads of troops. Each squad with about fifteen people, meaning fifteen laser sights on both Zeke and Virgil. The mans right wrist was wrapped in guaze with two wooden plans on the top and on the bottom. Virgil had snapped his wrist back at Colony 05. The man walked right up to Zeke and looked him over. Then wandered over to Virgil. With a cold look in his eye the grey hair man punched Virgil in the gaw with his left before turning.

"Beta team secure the prisoners, Kappa team secure the weapons."

It was obvious he was refering to the Gundams. Virgil and Zeke were not only handcuffed, but before that they were straightjacketed, then their hands were cuffed around their backs, then their feet cuffed at the ankles. This man was not taking any chances. He had seen Virgil slaughter a team of troops with little effort.

"Beta team, march them to the carrier and secure them. Kappa team hold ground until further orders conserning the weapons."

The officer then turned and followed Beta team to the carrier they had come in on. He stopped on the ramp leading into the troop bay at the back. Virgil was strapped to the wall on his right using metal bars and leather straps. The troops were in the midst of securing Zeke. He walked over to Virgil and stopped right in his face.

"You broke the wrist of the wrong officer boy. My name is Sargent O'Mally and I'm about to make your lives a living hell."

The man spat in Virgil's face to finish off his speech before turning to make sure Zeke was secured. He then smashed a button with his fist and the ramp began to close up. That was the last time Virgil and Zeke would see day light for a long time.

OOC :: As per request of the moderator, Epyon and Vayeate have been returned.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:13 pm

Virgil had recovered his old style of clothes soon after landing. He was again dressed in a black trench coat, black jeans and a black muscle shirt. With a desert eagle stuffed in the back of his jeans he hiked to where him and Zeke used to station.

The cold wind blew his blue hair into his face as his ocean eyes stayed hard. He stood against the rock face near the entrance after removing his long coat. With his eagle in hand he stood there listening for anything. After about three minutes whistling broke the silence. A guard carrying the standard rifle was approaching the entrance. Virgil assumed it was a routine check, considering there was only one of them. He could tell by the footsteps. As the guard walked past the entrance Virgil tucked the eagle away and snapped his hand out around his mouth. With his left hand he grabbed the soldier's weapon and broke his left arm. He dropped the colt rifle as he saw Virgil. Complete horror filled his eyes as Virgil's cold ocean blue ones met them. With a slight shove he was off the edge. Screaming and free falling. Virgil bent over and picked up the colt rifle before turning into the cave very quickly. Nothing. Using the shadows to his advantage Virgil ducked into a dark corner as he saw another eight guards huddled near Vayeate and Epyon. A smile crossed his lips as he again laid eyes upon the gleaming blue gundamium mass.

It was time. Virgil pulled back on the trigger of the automatic death machine. A spray of bullets began to fill the air as he caught the rest of the squad off guard. It appears that whoever had captured Zeke and himself had not informed these men, because they would have been unprepared had they known Virgil was on his way.

With a merciless grin Virgil stepped toward the heap of leaking corpses. Most from more then one or-face. He nudged on with his black boot before looking back up at Vayeate with a grin. He dropped the colt and pushed the long blue bangs out of his face before continuing past the bleeding mass toward it.

Virgil closed his eyes once seated in the cockpit. He let the air of the machine flow through him. This thing was legendary. The Trowa Barton has sat in this very seat. Virgil was piloting a legend. He started up the hulking blue mass with a satisfied look. After a thorough check of Vayeate's systems he fired it up. The vernier's took him off the ground and out the cliff face in a hurry.

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