When the Walls Fall Down(IC, Closed)

Rholt · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rholt** on Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:27 pm

Liza Scholtz had just gotten into the city when her headset whirled to life and she heard a voice say, "All units, all units, this is Agent Bingo. Engaged in firefight with three, I repeat, three bogies. They knew I was coming, I say again, they knew I was coming. Requesting immediate backup, advising extreme caution. Once more, experiments may know of retriever presence in New York. Advising extreme-" And then the message cut off.

She swerved her bike into the sidewalk and came to a stop, much to the dismay of several pedestrians. Holding her hand at the throttle, Liza spoke into her mike, "Agent Bingo, this is Agent Iron. Requesting your position." She waited. No response. She tried again: "Agent Bingo, do you read me?" Still no response. This didn't look good. Either he was too busy to pay attention to his headset, it had been damaged in whatever was going on, or worse.

This was a big city. She would never find him in time if she just searched. Agent Bingo's record was impressive; it would be a shame to lose him. She twisted in her seat to fish around in the bag fastened to the back of her bike for emergencies. Inside was some canned foods, water, a spare KA-BAR, a prepaid cell phone, a GPS system based off of coordinates, and a police radio. Flicking the police radio on, Liza waited for the tedious length of ten seconds to hear it crackle, "...heavy gunfight at A----Y Blvd..."

Liza turned it off, threw it in her bag, and screeched off of the sidewalk. The halting pace of New York City traffic would have been awful in her Challenger, but with her Street Bob she simply followed the yellow line, committing herself to neither lane. Reaching a red light, she lowered her head, gunned the gas even harder, and flew through it. She saw the flash of a camera and swore. Another ticket.

Liza didn't have to look for street signs; when she was near she knew it. Gunfire, shouts, and some animal roars alerted the presence of something that even New York City wasn't used too. She parked her bike in an alley and, giving it a fond rub, she prayed to whatever God there was that it'd still be there intact when she got back. Liza pulled her M4A1 carbine off of her back, readied it, and ran towards the disturbance.

She stopped when it just came into sight, quickly taking the few seconds before she would become noticed to assess the situation. A Retriever she recognized as Bingo, a friendly, three hostiles, three more possible hostiles, and always the possibility of more possible hostiles or friendlies that she just couldn't see in her present situation. Liza ground her teeth, raised her carbine, aimed at the bear (who seemed to be the most imminent threat), and fired on it. The injuries, however, didn't seem to stop it. She shouted over in Bingo's direction before continuing fire, "Bingo! It's Iron. Confirm hostiles for me?" She'd known too many stories where allies had come in and shot at other allies, erroneously believing them to be hostiles. While Bingo may not be able to respond in this situation, it was her personal protocol to at least attempt to get an accurate representation of the sides.

OOC: If Bingo wasn't firing on the experiments because that funky shield protects them, then I can change this to either having the shock factor allowing that one round through, or if that wouldn't work either, just say that the bullets simply didn't reach it. It wouldn't really affect my post on the whole.

Keiko-Chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keiko-Chan** on Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:36 pm

As Brandi found her way near new Orleans she could feel the shuffling vibrations of people already, civilians. She had to go to a large city to replenish her supplies before she went back off into the lonliness of the outer city. It took forever for her to get from Arizona to here, too many days to count and now she had to leave here to go to some other city. She had to keep moving, just keep moving. She knew what would happen if she stopped. They would find her, and someone would end up dead. To her mentality she didn't mind the need to kill people, the world was overcrowded anyways. It surprised even her how much she had changed how she thought, from being a young careless teenage girl, to being almost nineteen now and already feeling the world bearing on her shoulders. As she got further into the city she could smell all of the different scents, the food and the shops. Brandi went to a market and started buying food with the small amount of money she had. Being on the run had caused her to do things she never thought she had to do. She had to steal and deceive just to get on day by day, of course there was the occasional idiotic retriever that carried all of their money on them as she killed them, but that was rare.
Just a little longer, please be only a little longer She begged everybody around her for the market to get slightly quieter. All of the voices all at once were irritating her ears and she had to be straining to detect the retrievers. She realized that she had made a crap load of stupid mistakes on her way to new Orleans, killing that retriever was just the icing on top of the cake. Occasionally a person would bump into her accidentally, practically triggering an alarm off into her head. Stay calm stay calm... don't want to make a scene she kept telling herself. The final straw was when a mans hand groped her behind. That's it! The next second Brandi's fist flew into the man's jaw. Oh god! She grabbed her basket and made a run for it. How stupid could she be? Evidently she didn't mature enough to survive in society.

Pant, pant, pant She didn't know how long she had been running but her muscles were aching. She had gotten away from that area and was in a new part of the city, completely alone.... or so she hoped.

NotAFlyingToy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NotAFlyingToy** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:13 pm

In the radar control room in the basement of the Endyne tower, the whirring and bleeping melding into one ever present hum in the back of his skull, Jacob Ryan was having a minor meltdown.

Since the science team discovered that the locator chips in various skulls of experiments had the same frequency as some of the agents’ communicators, he had been locked in this room, endlessly tracking the fifty green dots, illuminated against the black screen. They had merely boosted the reciever’s signal, allowing it to detect large clumps of experiments. Sixteen green dots jutted out in the digital streets of New York, and when he zoomed out...

His eyes widened. This didn’t make any sense. Quickly, he grabbed the emergency telephone, propped up to his right.

“Crow’s nest, reporting,” Ryan choked out. “Sir, you know the sixteen freaks in New York? The number’s doubled... with approximately thirteen more en route.”

“Roger that, Crow’s. We see it down here, too... What in sam’s hell is in New York?”

Ryan gulped. “Retrievers, sir.”

Silence on the other line, and then the gruff voice of the command officer was very flat, near inaudible against the background noise. “Well I’ll be damned... Thank you, Crow’s. Command out.”
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Matt sank the knife deeper into the bear when the bullets ripped through its skin, finally hitting heart. With a growl, he pushed it off, sweating furiously. When he looked up and saw Jaz flying against the bar wall, he yelled out, jumping to his feet, grabbing his sidearm, and opening fire wildly, towards the ammunition generator. He made his way over to where Jaz lay, bending low.

When a grenade bounced in between him and Jaz, he roared, leaping back for cover. Of course they had grenades. It would be too damn easy, otherwise. The explosion ripped through the pavement and he snapped his eyes towards Iron, grinding out an answer for her.

"Two bogies across the street. One with Telekinesis, one with ammo generation." The sentence was punctuated by another explosion, and he fell onto the corpse of the bear, which was rapidly changing, its fur shortening...

Where black fur was, orange and black stripes replaced it, and it stood lithely, on all fours.

It’s jaws opened. It hissed.

Shouting out, Matthew leaped backwards, gun trained on the creature. "Just... fucking... DIE!" He roared, unloading an entire clip into the tiger. It slumped, blood oozing. Another explosion sounded, and he rolled, exiting his roll with an all out sprint, deciding that the best way to get Jaz out was to take out the targets. It made the most sense, when he thought about it. Take out the source of the problem. All he needed was a little backup...

Turning towards Iron, he growled out a command.

"Give me cover. I'm gonna get the bastard."

He then charged out of cover, heading in a crazed beeline for the bald man. Do or die time, he thought, and I’m sure as hell not going to die.

Wander · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Wander** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:06 pm

Banayat found himself having a hard time keeping up with the man, obviously he was a freerunner. He smirked to himself, as he was a traceur and had learned parkour from David Belle himself, whilst doing a mission in France.

The experiment seemed cocky about his abilities, but his style was for fun and grace. Parkour was for the shortest possible route, so he found himself separating and rejoining with the experiment.

He was several floors above the experiment when he saw him open a sewer grate, so he threw with all his might, a tracking device.

It barely caught onto the back of his shoe, and god knows how long it would last on there before hitting some water and shorting out.
He spoke into his radio with a crisp, calm voice,
"This is Wraith to all retrievers. Experiment has escaped into the sewers, is a free runner and knows his way around the cities. Take advantage of the local law enforcement and attempt to get traffic cams aimed at the sewers in the city. Experiment seems very dangerous, and is very cocky, " He smirked, respectfully replaying the image of the man hopping all over the city, "Exercise extreme caution. Wraith out."

He had received information that a experiment was in Arizona, and was heading to the east coast.
"I'll give him some more time to enjoy his life..." Thought Banayat, thinking back to his new nemesis.
He took on a jog, then a full run and started hopping building rooftops, and scaled his way to the street and looked around.
He started walking towards the airport, and was on his way to Florida.

Cevo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Cevo** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:17 pm

It was nothing but a bunch of blurrs... Everything looked the same, but it all had a different feel... He had gotten used to the feeling of weaving in and out of dimensions.

Life... What was life. Was it breathing? Or maybe friends. A loved one? Children?
He knew nothing of this. Or life, all he knew was suffering.
His eyes have been rendered virtually useless. All shapes shifting and transforming,

He didn't know much about himself, only constant suffering of needles and different liquids and lasers, piercing into him.

It hurt.
It hurt so very very much.

He knew the language of the previous country. Japan. That's what it had to be.
He felt like he had been there. He didn't know, he couldn't tell, nor did he care.

He weaved through the dimensional void he entered when he teleported,
it seemed like forever while he flew through it, but in reality it was only nanoseconds.

"SNAP!"
Horns. Lots of horns, talking people, large surfaced places. He knew what it was, he knew where he was. He had been there. It started there, he could tell.
His fit of insanity wore off, it occurred randomly. He was insane. He knew it. He wanted to stop, the mess, the madness, but he couldn't.

He threw the knife against a wall, and stumbled around. New York city, he could hear loud obnoxious noises.

Make them stop... MAKE THEM STOP!!
He could feel his fit coming back, but he resisted, he was too tired.

He walked through the street, ignoring the loud yelling and curses being thrown at him, and right in front of him was a loud and strong force, which pushed him. Explosions. There was a fight and he knew it, so he teleported to a higher place.
(He's near bingo FYI)
A very loud "SNAP" rang through the air, strong enough to render most average people nearby helpless for a couple of seconds, and he was on top of the building. Watching the fight, which only looked like clashing blurrs...

Keiko-Chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keiko-Chan** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:10 pm

They sent Bobbi into an undersized office room and asked if she would like a cup of coffee. She nodded and they handed her a cup of steaming hot coffee. She took a sip of the coffee and the heat scalded her tongue. To get the strange feeling from her tongue she rubbed it against the bottom of her teeth, just leaving a numb sensation on her taste buds. The room was an unsightly shade of cream, but the combination of age and cigarette smoke turned it more yellow. The office door creaked open and revealed a mousy little man who seemed intimidated by her sharp gaze. “I-I’m sorry for the wait Agent Tango, here are the files” he muttered and handed them to her.

Bobbi took the file and flipped through it. “Large cities, eh? Which ones?” She asked as the man pushed his glasses up closer to his face. “Mostly New York ma'm we also got a call about a retriever near New Orleans got killed, so they are scattered. “Well,” She said “I Better get started” Bobbi said as she stood up noticing she was around an inch taller than the man when she was in her boots. “Good day to you sir,” She said as she walked out with the file in her hand. She turned on her Bluetooth and got connected to her assistant “Markly cancel all of my future appointments and tell everybody I’m unavailable I have experiments to take care of” He assistant said yes and she hung up with him. The first thing she had to find out as where to start out, maybe New Orleans might be a good idea. She got on her phone and booked the next flight there.

The ten o’clock flight to New Orleans now boarding

Finally she was able to get onto the aircraft and sat down in her seat. Being ten at night the plane wasn’t as full as she hoped, she wanted to go undetected. She sat in her seat and went back through the file, mostly concentrating on the weaknesses. Most just had plainly super strength and all of their senses multiplied? One girl even had her skin lined in poison, as if it were like a shield. Bobbie closed the file and relaxed her eyes until the plane took off.

The plane landed after a two hour flight. Her legs ached as she stood up. God, I hate flying. She thought to herself as she got off of the plane then went to throw up in the trash can. (There went the cheap meal that they served her on the plane ride.) After she was done getting sick she went to her rental car and checked into a hotel before going off onto the streets of New Orleans, hopefully to see if she saw anybody.

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Brandi woke up with the sweats again. She could still feel the retriever’s muscular grasp around her throat, his hot sticky breath down her neck. They could find her any minute, any time from now. She had to help fight them off, but for now it was every man for himself. After she had gotten to the other area of New Orleans she had gotten a hotel room, she could tell without even seeing the room that it was one of those cheap rooms with the cockroaches and rodents lurking around the corners, but none the less it was a bed and the room had hot showers. She held a pillow up to her and rested her chin on it. This idle time late at night was where she started to recall on her past life. Brandi tried hiding it but the thought of Adrian not being there with her was still paining. They were supposed to be there together, as his warm body caressing her slender form. A tear went to her eye as she remembered him. Maybe she could check in on him if she left here, if he even remembered her.

Wander · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Wander** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:46 pm

Banayat groaned as he got off the plane. Not only was he given the wrong ticket and even boarded the plane, but now he was stuck in New Orleans with a grouchy stomach.
The plane food sucked.

He walked past a woman throwing up in the trash can, and glanced at her
Looks like I'm not the only one who didn't like the food...
He walked past her and walked out, and walked around.
An hour or so later he pulled out his radio and attached it to the corner of his shirt and spoke into it.
Do any comrades read me? (He uses comrades so that he doesn't let any local experiments know he's a receiver) This is Wraith, I'm stuck in New Orleans and I need a sitrep on any strangers (His lingo for experiments) nearby. Come in, all comrades.
He sighed and kept walking down the streets, waiting for a reply.
He felt strangely...Exposed, as he had nothing but his kali sticks and a dagger attached to his leg. He felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it was necessary.
He couldn't walk around the streets with a large rifle after all, could he?

Keiko-Chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keiko-Chan** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 9:52 pm

Bobbi heard the call from the radio come in on her Bluetooth and she grabbed for her receiver.
“This is Tango, I read you. A comrade was downed approximately ten miles from here, be on the alert, female, brown hair and grey eyes, possibly blind”
She muttered into the receiver and continued walking. Evidently she wasn’t the only retriever here thank the gods. In only three hours she gathered enough information from the local law enforcement to know what had happened to the other retriever. She looked around the dark streets and slipped into an alleyway. She felt like a convict trying to escape the law even though it was her law to protect it and get the experiments off of the streets to protect the people. She put her black hood over her hair to cover it as a small drizzle started coming over the city. Its near here, I can practically sense it she thought and spoke into the receiver.
“There’s one in the city, its hiding” She finished and looked around.

Wander · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Wander** on Wed Dec 02, 2009 10:57 pm

Banayat had been walking around and finally heard his call.
"Roger that Tango, call out if you get any word on the stranger, Wraith out."
He stretched, and looked up into the sky, grunting as the rain made his hair drape over his face.
He moved it and kept walking, rains were common in his homeland so he wasn't bothered, and didn't worry about getting sick.
Cheap motel, he started towards it. Seeing as it's raining, and needs a good rest.
"Damn, I hope we find the experiment soon... One of us are already dead around here... Shit. Well, we'll be able to work together," he thought confidently.

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Thu Dec 03, 2009 12:18 am

Jaz's head felt like it was full of jagged, metal shards. As she came to a rest at the base of the wall, she was pleased to discover that she was still conscious, if a bit dazed. Grimacing, she struggled to get herself upright, the sounds of rapid gunfire and animal roars echoing all around her. The area had become thickly clouded with dust, and there were so many people spread throughout the chaos that she couldn't figure out who was who. Who was actually involved in the fight? Where were the retrievers? And what of the experiments? Talk about a paradox. She was living one right now.

Matt came barrelling towards her, almost out of nowhere, and nearly bowled her straight into the ground. She had raised her hands, preparing to shock the shit out of him as she anticipated his attack. But he halted just in front of her, his eyes wide with. . .concern? What in the flying fu---

A grenade dropped between the two of them. Matt reacted fast, purely upon instinct. Jaz did the same. As the other man went diving for cover, she sprang to her feet, kicking the damned explosive as hard as she could. It skittered away from them, detonating roughly thirty feet away. She crouched, throwing her arms over her head as a few bits of shrapnel and hot metal showered down on her. "That was close. . ." she muttered, thinking that she wouldn't very much like being splattered against the walls like graffiti.

She was about to shout something at Matt about how incredibly stupid he was cuddling the damn bear, but she became too preoccupied with the tiger that had shifted, and was now stalking in the midst of the rubble. She tilted her head to one side, brow furrowed, lost in thought as chaos and destruction occurred all around her in a devastating whirlwind. Oddly enough...she could relate to that hissing, feral beast, probably mores so than she realized. All that thing was trying to do was survive. . .just like her. And like that jungle cat, she was more of an animal than she was human. At least, that's how she had always been taught to think.

The presence of the new female, the one Matt called 'Iron', didn't affect Jaz at all. So long as the woman didn't stand in her way, or even glance curiously in her direction, the both of them would be on good terms. Shouted orders from Matt echoed toward Iron, and he ran into the fray, guns blazing just like in the old western movies.

Yet, this wasn't a movie was it?

Jaz ducked behind a pile of rubble as another explosion went off nearby. She grimaced, hating the fact that her medicine was starting to wear off again. Why wasn't Matt going to make sure she stayed put? Hadn't he been trying to capture her for the better part of six months now?

Yeah. Six months. She and Matt had tangoed before.

She decided that now, with so much going on, it would be best if she simply ran for her bike and got the hell out of there. She grit her teeth, pushing the sleeves of her dusty black dress shirt up to her elbows, and made a run for it. Teeth bared in a grimace, her long wild red hair flying out behind her, Jaz streaked for the bike, dodging shrapnel and explosions and people. A trip that should have taken her no more than a few seconds turned to minutes as she searched for that damn bike.

It was gone, completely obliterated. She grasped her hair in her hands, turning slowly on her heel to look back at the fight that she was barely on the edge of.

That was when she noticed Iron, standing not twenty feet from her position. Jaz knew she was Matt's partner. She knew that Iron's objective was her own capture.

With one glance between Iron and Matt, Jaz turned on her heel and started to run as fast as her skinny legs could carry her.

Keiko-Chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keiko-Chan** on Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:29 pm

Brandi woke up and checked out of the hotel the next morning, as she walked down the sidewalk she grazed somebody’s shoulder, little did she know that somebody could mark her demise… She walked down the long road to Adrian’s old family home where he used to live with his parents. She knocked softly on the door as his mother answered. She eyed Brandi for a minute until Brandi spoke. “Hey, It’s me Brandi, I’m looking for Adrian” She said quietly. His mother raised an eyebrow then looked at her surprised. “Oh my dear! We thought you were dead! One minute Adrian was actually here visiting me, come on in.” They walked into what his mother called them living room and stood there nervously. “Brandi?” Adrian’s voice said. She wished she could see his face to see if it was full of supriase and shock, or confusion. But, the next minute she could feel his arms around her. “You look different,” He said and looked at her up and down. That second she looked up at him so he could look into her eyes. “You’re blind…” He said quietly as Brandi nodded. He hugged her again burying his face into her hair. “I missed you” He said. “I missed you too” She answered then he kissed her on her cheek. His mother smiled “I’ll leave you two to catch up…” She said and left the room.
Adrian led her to the couch and helped her sit down. “What happened to you?” he asked tenderly as he held her in his arms. She sighed, “I wish I could tell you Adrian but I’m scared for you too. What I can say is that they’re after me and if I don’t leave soon they might kill you too” She said. Adrian looked at her, “no, tell me. I don’t care if they hurt me, they hurt you and that’s all that matters.” Brandi shook her head and sat upright “I was an experiment, they changed stuff on me, my strength, my hearing, and the down point was it blinded me.” She said bluntly, “That’s all I can say” She said and rested her head on his shoulder.
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Bobbi looked at the girl that bumped her; it was the exact same one in one of the files. She got on her radio. “Target sighted traveling northeast into a suburb” She said and started speed walking after it. She had waited too long and it entered somebody’s home. “She just entered a home on the intersection of Madison and central, the Address is 342 Madison Ave. Advice on what to do would be helpful.”

Wander · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Wander** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:41 am

Banayat was relaxing in his motel.
It was shabby, but it felt nice to relax. He started on his food when he heard the radio signal.
He threw his crappy food on the ground and walked out, putting the keys in the depo box.
"Alright. Search and mark every exit to the house. Get local police forces on standby if you could.
Chances are she knows someone in there, and I doubt they'd give her up easily."
He finished his drink and let out a sigh, and started running
"I'm on my way, I'll be there in 3 minutes, we'll go in ourselves and take her by ourselves, if civi's get involved bring in the blues. If they can't help, we'll have to use force. I have authorization to take in civilians for...custody.. if need be. Wraith out.
God, I hope there isn't any force needed. Last thing I'd want is a unnecessary casualty...He thought silently as he ran, as fast as he could.

Rholt · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rholt** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:09 pm

Rholt ground her teeth and nodded when Bingo gave her the order. When he rushed into the thick of it, the tiger lowered its thick shoulders and hunched its powerful legs in preparation to lunge. Liza raised her carbine and unloaded a good fraction of it into the tiger's head. The animal slumped over awkwardly as gore seeped out of its head. "Stay fucking down," she murmured.

In Liza's peripheral, she saw the other friendly run away. Just fucking great. Well, if she couldn't handle a fight, she wouldn't be much help anyways. But Liza couldn't get the feeling out of her that her presence was what did it. And Liza guessed that would make sense, since she recognized the friendly from her files.

But in the middle of a firefight, she could care less whether her side were hobbits, human, or dinosaur, so long as they were good and outnumbered the opponent.

She kept her gun aimed at Bingo's path, ready to wheel it at anything that approached him. Something started to approach alright. But it wasn't coming at Bingo. A stop sign was rushing right towards her head, it's pole aimed as to impale her head. She lunged to the ground, knowing bullets really wouldn't have an affect on it, and the sign just passed over her head.

The telekinesis hostile. Well, Liza just fucking hoped that it was so preoccupied with her that Bingo could slip right on by.

The stop sign changed its course and came plowing down towards Liza as she laid on the ground. She pushed herself off and rolled as fast as her body could physically move. She sucked in her breath as she saw it come crashing down right into the concrete next to her, sticking itself rather deeply into it. She saw the top wiggle as it tried to free itself, but then it stopped and slumped forward.

Liza had a nanosecond to recognize that the stop sign was now out of commission before a bicycle came aimed right at her head. She thrust her legs above her head and kicked it off its course. It landed above her head. Liza took the second delay to leap to her feet and aim her carbine wildly around, trying to locate the hostile. Instead of a hostile, she was greeted with a bumper of a car. She tried to lunge out of the way, but this time as too slow. It smashed into her body and began to twist, wrapping itself around her. She screamed as it began to constrict tighter and crush her. She heard the crunch of a rib breaking. Was she really going to die, right here, right now? Her thoughts flashed back to the image of a man in her old unit while still in the marines. Mike. Would Mike have laid low right now? Would he have started reminiscing about his life, and let the metal go ahead and kill him?

No. She roared and twisted her arm until it reached her back pocket and graped her MEU(SOC) pistol. She pressed the muzzle up against the metal and fired. Liza just kept on firing until she felt the metal start to rip. She was having difficulty breathing now. She felt the bullets finally break through. One even nicked her back, but she ignored that sting as she dropped her guns and reached behind her back to try and ply the metal off. Her years in the gym, however, only managed to get her to loosen the metal and hold it at a certain width away from her. As she held it still with every bit of muscle she owned, she felt the metal brush against her sides.

"Bingo!" she hollered, "Are you done yet!?" But he still seemed to be in the middle of things. It'd take him some time. She looked around wildly and finally managed to see the telekinesis user. His brow was crinkled in concentration, and he didn't seem to be throwing anything Bingo's way. So, in that sense, she accomplished what she was supposed to. But not for long if this metal kept trying to constrict itself. Swearing vividly, she tried another name.

"Conner! Jaz Conner!" She was probably out of earshot by now. But Experiment Conner would be oh so helpful right now. An electromagnet would be fantastic against this bumper.

If she could waste breath, she would be continuing a string of swears. But as it was, after shouting she realized the the bumper had taken advantage of the opportunity and again constricted tighter. It wasn't crushing her yet, but she had to admit, the position her arms were trying to push out from was quite awkward, and she wasn't sure how long they could last. Long enough for Bingo to finish, she thought desperately, Just finish your job for long enough...

Conumbra · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Conumbra** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:08 pm

Jeffery turned towards the two other experiments. To be honest he was a little disappointed with them. One had been cowering in fear not too long ago from the police of all people. The police were low-life's not to be feared by anyone, especially not any experiments. The other appeared to be confused and had no idea what the hell was going on. Could he not see that Retrievers and experiments were beginning to cluster in New York? But the experiment who cowered had promise. He was now calm, obedient and looked like he could follow orders. That was good. He needed people who could follow orders.

So first he said to Adam. "Well if you have not already figured out, Retrievers are here in New York. I do not know how many but since I have rarely seen more then 1 experiment besides me in one place I can safely assume that there is more then 2. I do not know exactly how many but for my plan to take hold, I need to draw more Retrievers here. Now you may think of it as a death sentence and you would be right under normal circumstances. But these are not normal circumstances. I have a plan that could put a sizable dent in the Retriever population but it can only work if we get a lot of experiments working together. I will not divulge my entire plan just yet as we have precious little time before that skirmish nearby resolves itself. I will tell you more later. But I have jobs for both of you" He then turned to Richard.

"You will come with me to check out the fight that has broken out. It may simply be a gang war and if it is, we will ignore it. But if it is an open fight between Retrievers and experiments then we will assist the experiments. Our first priority will be to get the experiments out of there; not to kill the Retrievers. You may incapacitate them to the brink of death, but allow them to recover. We cannot risk losing more experiments to them because one of us decides to get cocky and go in for the killing blow." He then turned towards Adam again. "And for you I have a fun assignment. You may take it of leave it. But for you I need you to cause general chaos. Rob a bank, mug an old person even commit a murder. I don't care what you do but I do care that the incidents should be far apart to thin out the police force." He then touched Richard's armor and made it shiny as he did his own. This will show to the other experiments that we are experiments also. Now follow me"

He then began to run towards the battle being waged not to far from where he was, knowing Richard would catch up. He had serious doubts about Adam following his orders though. To Jeffery he was the defiant type, not willing to take orders from anyone. He would be trick to corral into his master plan.

Herr Kawne · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Herr Kawne** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:07 pm

Richard Cole

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Richard watched and listened to Jeffery. He was loathe to fight, but glad that the man wasn't merely concerned with killing. He disliked open killers, and subversive ones even less. He tossed a glance to Adam. "Hey. I think we should trust this guy. I don't know for sure, but he is right about something. I think New York is going to get hot, fast." He pulled out a piece of paper, a pencil, and wrote "3456 Amaway St. Room 13" on it, and handed it to Adam. "I'll get him to go there, perhaps as a place to catch our breath. Meet us there. Give some thought for money, I don't have much left." He left Adam standing and ran after Jeffery.

He took in the fight. He was amazed at the carnage. Experiments and people he knew to be retrievers battled openly in the streets.

He saw one retriever, and threw a knife at her, but a stop sign flying through the air stopped it. STOP SIGN? Must have been an experiment. Grenades exploded, bullets flew. Richard drew his shortsword and stepped forward, eyes searching. Three experiments fighting at least two retrievers, about an even fight. From his experience, 2v3 would be better odds than 1v1 for a retriever. He remembered seeing their coordination in battle in Columbus, Ohio, in battle with a laser generator, a sound manipulator, and a time manipulator. The retrievers had won that. Maybe 2v5 could change things.

He glanced up, and suddenly saw a man appear on the roof of a nearby building. ANOTHER ONE! He yelled up there. "Hey! On the roof! Experiment! Your help would be appreciated!"

He began to aim at the two retrievers, and threw a knife at Matt, planning to knock him out with the hilt.

Script · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Script** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:25 pm

"All units, all units, this is Agent Bingo. Engaged in firefight with three, I repeat, three bogies. They knew I was coming, I say again, they knew I was coming. Requesting immediate backup, advising extreme caution. Once more, experiments may know of retriever presence in New York. Advising extreme-"

That was the message that had blasted over the roar of the Porsche's engine as Agent Knights flashed through the city in a squeal of tires and a trail of angry drivers, broken signs and terrorised civilians. Typical. Only four blocks away was the site where the radio had reported the location of another experiment, but despite this, Alex could not ignore a distress call from a fellow agent. Even if that agent was Bingo. In a display of what could either be described as unparalleled driving skill or complete and utter insanity, Agent Silver turned the vehicle sharply as she approached an intersection, the tires screaming in protest as she shot out into the center of the intersection sideways, directly into the path of an approaching van, that swerved aside with a blaring of its horn even as the porsche's powerful engine sent it roaring forwards towards where the sound of gunfire and explosions could be heard.

Within minutes she had arrived on the scene, the sound of the car now barely registering in the ears of those involved in the fight as she approached, the aforementioned explosions and gunfire filling their ears to the point where the engine's roar was indistinguishable from the general thrum of the battle.

As Silver turned the corner, she took in the scene in moments. She identified Bingo charging towards a bald man - an experiment, she assumed, whose power escaped her memory. A dead tiger lay nearby, and...

Wait, a dead tiger?

Silver turned back to look at the bleeding beast, in time to see it slowly begin to revert into a human form, answering her question as to how on earth such an animal would find its way into New York. She recalled one of the experiments having the powers of shapeshifting, now that she thought about it. The other obvious hostiles were a man, who appeared new on the scene, who tossed a knife toward Bingo as she watched, and a man who stood with his arms raised and pointing towards where a car curled around Agent Iron. Telekinetics. Alex hated telekinetics.

Iron, the agent in distress, was quite obviously incapable of dealing with the man in her current situation, and so it fell to Silver herself to do the deed. She had thus far remained unnoticed by either side, and so she took the time to step out of her car, walk around to the back door and remove her shock cannon. She then stepped forwards and leveled the weapon at the TK experiment.

"I am afraid it is time for you to cease this antisocial activity, sir. I think you will enjoy your time at Endyne." she said with a chuckle, before pulling the trigger.

The bundle of wires and netting shot from the end of the cannon with a loud 'FWOOM' sound, the electrically charged projectile flying toward the experiment at a startling speed. The man, hearing the noise, turned to investigate, only to be greeted with the net slamming into him, knocking him to the ground and filling his body full of electricity, leaving him helpless on the ground, spasming and shuddering as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Slinging the weapon onto her back, as she doubted she would have time to reload, Alex drew out her XM29 rifle, and nodded to Iron, who would have been freed upon the incapacitation of the experiment holding her "Agent Silver, reporting in! Do we know if we have authorisation to kill?" she yelled, glancing pointedly at the experiment bleeding from his head, the ex-tiger. "Because that'd make this a whole lot easier..."

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:14 pm

Even as she ran from the scene, she could hear the loud, grating noise of metal being ripped from its concrete standings, scraping along the ground and whistling through the air. Her sensitive ears picked up everything, and the magnetics in her body sensed all of the metal being manipulated through the air. Noticing rather quickly (much to her pleasure) that she wasn't being pursued, she skittered to a stop, turning slowly to look back at the area from a safer viewpoint.

She couldn't make sense of the chaos, at least from a cause-and-affect standpoint. The one agent called Iron was being assaulted by a stop sign, which would have been funny in any other situation. The skinny youth could hear her name being called, and she inwardly cursed. She wasn't just an experiment anymore. Her files had apparently taken on a much more personal level of scrutiny.

Much to her surprise, she actually considered going back to help the poor woman. It was that rare surfacing of the conscience that Jaz actually had, poking its ugly head above the murky surfaces of her black, embittered heart that caused her to have a little attitude change toward her would-be captor.

"Not yet." she murmured, glancing up at the weathered brick building that loomed above her. Glancing about, she ducked into a side alley, reaching upward toward the fire-escape ladder that hung high above her head, out of her reach. She closed her eyes, concentrating the magnetic capabilities into the plates of her forearms. She used that powerful force to draw the ladder downward, out of it's locked position, and into her awaiting hand.

She grinned triumphantly, grasping the lowest rung with both hands before heaving herself higher, hand over hand, getting her knees on the lowest rung and using them to push herself higher up onto the ladder. She made quick work of the climb, coming to the top of the building just as another explosion down the street shook the very foundations. She threw her arms out to balance herself, approaching the opposite end of the roof cautiously, in case the building shook again.

It didn't. She looked over at the other building, judging it to be roughly a ten foot jump. Nodding to herself, she took a few steps back, setting her jaw before running for the edge. Stronger than most, with a higher level of endurance, it was a simple task for her to simply use the edge of the building as a launching pad, flying through the air and landing in a crouch on the other side. She went into a roll to better absorb the impact, coming to a stop in the middle of the roof.

One more jump, and she'd be right above the fight.

She repeated the process, accidently catching most of her weight in her knees. She swore under her breath, struggling to her feet as she stumbled over to the crumbling edge of the last building. An explosion went up, sending gravel bits and smoke shooting up the wall. Ducking her head, she shielded her eyes as she came even closer, peering over to take a look at what was going on below.

She was immediately thankful that she had decided to leave Iron to herself. The new woman had a fucking shock cannon!

She watched with wide eyes as the telekinetic experiment was quickly dispatched. Matt was still attacking the bald man, the tiger lay dead with bloody gore oozing out of his skull even as he slowly shifted back to his human form.

That was when she saw the knife. It was flying through the air, aiming for Matt's head.

No conscious thought went through her head as she reared back, launching herself off the edge of the building. She fell through smoke and flame, clearly visible to all below, as she magnetically drew the knife to herself, grasping the hilt in her hand before she flipped and landed in another crouch.

There was a resonant 'CRACK' as the ground beneath her cratered slightly. She stood, slowly, the knife still in her hand as she glared at Richard. Once again she had intentionally thrown herself in the middle of the fray. She could hardly care. Experiments had started this damned fight, attacking Matt first. Not only that, but they had attacked her too. This put them, oddly enough, on the same side. She wasn't about to leave him behind or run from a fight.

Granted, she was a major asshole, but she wasn't that much of an asshole.

Raising the knife and pointing at Richard, her electrified blue eyes rang with warnings even though no words actually left her mouth. However, there was someone else in this fight that she couldn't risk turning her back on, so she slowly shifted her gaze, her defensive stance, in ready for a possible attack from the newest retriever.

Silver.

Bainshie · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Bainshie** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:29 pm

What Adam didn't understand, he quickly picked up from thoughts. Retrievers. So it was as he thought. People sent to bring them back, and then... Jeffrey didn't know for sure, but he had a good guess 'Double or nothing then?'
However before he'd even had time to properly process that information Jeffery was talking about a plan. And the other had pushed a piece of paper with an address into his hands. He could catch glimpses of thoughts about this plan, and didn't like it. It wasn't his job. He wasn't a fighter, he couldn't move things with his mind or change materials, his battle was of the mind. And all of a sudden with no real explanation this experiment has assumed he would blindly follow. Well he wasn't surprised by the thoughts he had gotten of how great he thought of himself.

Adam was annoyed. Not only had they ran off towards the explosions without giving him a chance to speak, Adam's skin was still rock hard. He started to walk away. 'Rob a bank... what did think he was, a common thug-'

CLICK

It wasn't a real sound, just one in his head. The same sound you hear when all of a sudden everything comes together. This Jeffrey's plan was good, but he could take it one step further, attack the real villains here. Adam gave a smile. The same one when you was 5 moves away from checkmate, and your opponent didn't even notice. Jeffry's plan was short term thinking, somehow he guessed there would be more retrievers eventually. However.... the starting of a plan in his mind, not fully fleshed out, but a start. Still smiling he started off. He'd work with this plan, and there was work to do.

((OOC: Got more later tomorrow, just tired ATM))

Keiko-Chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keiko-Chan** on Tue Dec 08, 2009 4:47 pm

“Roger that” Bobbi said and searched around the house putting a type of miniature land mine on each of the doors and windows. Each one was equipped with a ultrasonic sensor and could tell from the body mass whether the object touching it was human or decoy. The sensor would go back to the remote showing the number of the mine and gave it the option to blow it up or not…. Technology has went a long way. She went up to the front door with her pistol at her side and knocked swiftly, hoping they would just come in on their own.
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Brandi looked up at Adrian. “Someone’s at the door, its them, I can smell it” She whispered to him. Adrian touched her cheek gently, “Come with me” The Retreiver pounded on the door again. Adrian rushed her down to the basement and ran up, locking the basement door. The Retreiver knocked for the third time. “Coming!” He shouted and opened the door. It revealed a decent looking woman in her twentys or thirthies… holding a gun. “Erm, Hello Ma’am, what seems to be the problem?” He asked shivering in fear.
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Bobbi looked the young man dead in the eye and flashed a badge. “I am agent Tango, I have been informed that a wanted fugative has been in your home, I don’t need a warrant and I don’t have to hurt you, now step out of my way” She said knowing full well that this man would try to protect her at all costs, she could tell it in his bearing. But he looked weak, if she could get him scared enough maybe he could bend and break, lika a twig snapped under the heel of her foot.

Conumbra · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Conumbra** on Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:32 pm

Jeffery got to the scene of the altercation just in time to see Richard's knife fly into a woman's hand. She was obviously an experiment but why was she stopping them from completing their mission? The answer came quickly to his analytical mind. Obviously those other experiments had attacked her as well. Why else would she stop them from going through with their goals? This put her in a precarious position. She was with everyone, yet against everyone. Jeffery turned towards Richard and put his hand on Richard's shoulder. This retracted the armor that he had previously pout on Richard. He also let down his own carbon armor. This would show the other experiment that they meant her no harm. He kept his hand on Richard's shoulder in case the other Retrievers targeted them again, in which case he could put the armor on just as quickly. He quietly whispered to Richard "Stand down for the moment"

He then spoke to the woman over the gunfire. "We mean you no harm. We are no affiliated with the others who attacked you. We promise, once they are recovered we will discipline him accordingly" He motioned his head to the incapacitated man in the shock net. He then continued to speak "I promise, our only goal is to get any experiments here, away from the Retrievers. We do not want to kill anyone here today and we are saddened that blood had to be shed. But regardless you may wish to join us or you may continue to habit those Retrievers. It is your choice" He turned to Richard "Stay with her." and transformed Richard's skin back into his carbon armor.

He ran off to engage the newest Retriever, Silver. He ran up to her, his arms outstretched, ready to slam her into a concrete wall, hard. This blow was meant to knock her out, not to kill her. Though he kept wary of the shock cannon she had with her. That was a tricky piece of machinery. But Jeffery had plans to deal with that if she tried to fire it again. He began to briefly wonder at the kinds of chaos Adam was creating but he quickly pushed it out of his find as he continued to run towards Silver.

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