IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 23:46:30</strong>
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				Anne checked her emails and read the commission with interest. This one was worth taking. The price was right, the location was ... interesting, and it looked like it should be a milk run, with a bit of luck. Not much by way of detail but that was why she had a hacker in her employ.<br><br>A second email, from Iffie, disturbed her greatly. This was interesting. <br><br>"Iffie, give me a list of currently available potentials?"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Nikita stack. Soffia Nilsson, Roger Erikson, Vladimir Borovski, Kirra West, Roger Farquat, Bibi Maloo, Gina Rassat, and... Richard Preston</span><br><br>The dossiers on each operative flowed into her head and she reviewed each one in turn. "Preston, eh? And our resident hacker?"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Is unaware of him. I wiped the hack the moment I discovered it.</span><br><br>"Good. Send a message to Stack, Nilsson, West, Preston and Defoe. I want a face to face meeting. The top floor of the Canary Wharf building in Old London, ten hundred hours on the dot, day after tomorrow."<br><br>Canary Wharf, once the pride of London's Docklands Redevelopment in the 1990s, had fallen into disuse in the 2020s during the world-wide financial crash. It was now a derelict structure surrounded by brocken security fences, with bits falling off it as it's foundations were undermined by the rising tides that were slowly engulfing East London. It was a hang-out for tramps and drug-users. None of whom would pose a threat to her, and if her selected team couldn't deal with them they were not good enough.<br><br>Major Anne Laughton smiled. After almost a month, since the last rather disastrous mission, Iron Fist was back in business!
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 12:48:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://claire.belliard.free.fr/claire_lindbergh/claire_lindbergh3/giflind/linda-08.jpg)<br><br>Nikita was relaxing in her house, an exotic place she owned exclusively to herself on the beaches in the New Zealand. Paradise on earth. She looked at the woman lying on her bed after they had just finished with their lovemaking. A cigarette in her mouth, she held the girl in her arms, caressing her. A beeping sound emerged from a small device placed near her bed. "Shit, what now?" She muttered to herself as she picked it up, the text message appearing to her in an extended image being projected as she pressed the buttons to open it. Her eyes scanned the details, and the proposed time for meeting. Canary Wharf, the usual place. That could be arranged..it had been a month since they had their last mission, albeit a disastrous one. Nikita was getting bored these days and yearned for some action..this just seemed to be the perfect thing she would want. Smiling to herself she spoke. "Here we go again!"<br><br>Two days later she was standing outside the Canary Wharf. The run-down area populared by whores, drug dealers and consumers. As she entered suddenly an old man jumped on her, a begger begging for some money as he held on to her feet. "Fuck off!" Nikita said as she carelessly kicked his head, sending him away howling. Adjusting her bag she climbed the stairs in a lazy manner, watching the destroyed area beneath her whilst whistling to herself. She walked on the top and checked her watch for a second. "Right on time as usual.", she exclaimed before leaning against a wall and lighting up a smoke. "Looks like the rest aren't as punctual as me eh?" She said cockily and smirked.<br><br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 16:15:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">The others are on their way, Miss Stack</span><br><br>The AI's voice issued from a small box on the meeting table. This had once been a proud board room for some mighty corporation. The lozenge-shaped table remained along with some chairs and a battered dry-wipe board. The windows had gone, mostly, and the chill October air swept in a light mist.<br><br>"Good morning, Niki. I do hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Anne was perched on an exposed girder over head. Her Uzi was in her hand, pointed to one side and with the safety on. She smiled at her infiltrator. "Got your own face on for a change? Good. I do so hate kissing those masks." She dropped down and planted a passionate one on Niki's mouth. "Nice to see you back."
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 17:53:24</strong>
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				Nikita looked the AI placed on the table in the messed up room. The table a memory of some megacorporation which now probably existed only in the memories of people who ran it once, if they were even alive that is. The chill in the air apparent, Nikita took the a deep breath, sucking the cold air inside before letting it out and let out a light laugh in reference to AI's prompt reply before a voice she heard cause her to look above, her lips curling into a happy smile. "Not at all Rupe..not at all..you know you're always welcome in my world!" Nikita said as she released smoke upwards in her direction.<br><br>"I try to be myself on an odd day!" She said chuckling as Anne dropped down. "Masks..can be fun, but they just interrupt our passion play!" She saw Rupe drop down and give a passionate kiss, Nikita responding with equal fire inside her. Her hands spreading over Anne's back. "Missed you babe..you really should come to New Zealand with me someday, I bet we can have the greatest holiday ever! Oh here's something special I made meanwhile." She said, raising her palm and firing a holographic projection which was two of them kissing together, a sllightly modified image of the last time they had been intimate with each other.<br><br>"Hope you like that!" Nikita winked at Anne allowing her to see it even more properly.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 19:13:37</strong>
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				Anne giggled. "Oooh, that is sooo cute! Zap me a copy, darling? Oh, and knock of the "Rupert" bit. You know I only let you call me that because you know what it means. If any of the others said it they'd be dead very quickly and I don't think we have enough people available or enough time to recruit more." <br><br>Her hands groped the older woman's breasts briefly, as she kissed her again. "So, come sit. Have some coffee." She indicated a thermos that sat on the table with some plastic cups. "We've got a doozy of a job, babe. Should be a milk run, but you never can tell. Oh, and I have a little surprise in store."
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:07:55</strong>
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				Nikita smiled, pleased that Anne had liked her little surprise. "Get ready for it..it's all yours!" She said opening her bag she produced a small information capsule, tossing it towards Anne. "Hard copy so to speak! Figured you would like the insignia I crafted on there!" She said, pointing to her bicep, obviously referring to the tattoo Nikita had on there. "Well, speaking of dead teammates, I think only you and I are the ones who ever seem to survive..rest are either just bloody inept to take care of themselves after finishing the job or just simply lack the instinct to survive. Oh well, world's few more idiots less each time that happens." She spoke carelessly about their death.<br><br>Feeling Anne's hands grope her breasts she grinned, doing the same to the other woman. Yet another passionate kiss. Nikita had definitely missed Anne..probably the only person she cared about. She sat at the table in one of the creaking chairs, amused by it. "You sure know how to pick weirdest possible places for the meets." She laughed, pouring some coffee for herself. "You never know with these things..but hey a new job with our dream team is always an oppurtunity to kick plenty of ass..and that, is something of which we can always be sure of! And a surprise you say? Interesting..what would that be?" She asked, preparing for something interesting, it <em>was</em> Anne after all!
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:13:02</strong>
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				"Mmm coffee, I take it this isn't just a second interview then."<br>Sauntering in without having tried to hide her footsteps as she figured with those two waiting for her it would have been suicide Sofia dropped the duffelbag that held her savory luggage, in fact most of what she owned that wasn't stashed in secure locations, and came around the table to shake their hands. The gesture was unusuall in their line of business but Sofia knew she could extend at least that much of a trust towards them, trusting them with her life in every situation was perhaps still off the table though.<br><br>The sleek visor covering her eyes was in her left hand as she greeted them both and then folded up to hang from the neckline of her rather oversized pinstripe shirt to which she wore synthetic leather pants, the fabric of the smart(C) line that molded itself to the wearer's body, and a fairly bulky coat, a coat which had inner pockets for both a handgun and a retractable baton. Sofia didn't like to walk the streets of Old London without a weapon.<br>"And how can I help you then?"<br><br>When she recieved the message Sofia had been celebrating a successful drop off with a caramel skinned, onyx-eyed youth in a "borrowed" apartment in Tangiers, or rather she had been sitting in the evening sun smoking while the minarets cried out as in sorrow over his cooling body. She on the other hand felt no sorrow, perhaps a dash of regret that it had come to that but she had known that he was under orders to kill the one he thought was Olivia Lupine after the mission ended. Part of her felt satisfied since they had been in bed together since the previous evening but part of her was disgusted that he had even considered and enjoyed sleeping with her. Perhaps she was even more disgusted of her own involvement in them ending up there.<br><br>Five minutes before he was supposed to report back the apartment was annihilated, leaving only proof of one male and one female having been in there at the time and just enough to identify them as Olek al Quasim and Olivia Lupine. It was a drag when a well-used alias had to be killed but if it left no one looking for her...
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:44:26</strong>
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				<br>Oni&nbsp; stood at one of the main junctions of the Empire State Bridge, overlooking New York City. A barge passed slowly beneath him, with an odd assortment of birds in a near constant orbit around it. A gust of wind strong enough to knock him down only made his clothes ruffle wildly. A flag to a bygone era. Two tall buildings stood side-by-side in the distance, a symbol on the very city it stood on…perhaps even more so than lady liberty. He’d let the real historians debate that. <br><br>Overhead, the blue sky seemed to phase out, as patches of darkness appeared and then vanished to leave the sky blue again. Beside him knelt a woman not there before. She looked over the skyline for a moment before rising to face him. He regarded her with a raised eyebrow and small grin. He had no idea what caused the change a month back, but Big Boi decided to ditch a skin of Oni’s own choosing, a marvelous armored male ninja, and go with a scantily clad, heavy breasted female partially based on the original’s color scheme. He thinks Big Boi was scanning his net history, and decided the present skin was more appropriate. What the hell, who was he to complain?<br><br>Big Boi spoke to him, the articulation and tone matching that of one of his favorite animated character “We’ve received word of a meet from Iron Fist. Looks like you’re going to get what you asked for. Should I reply?” Oni thought it over for a moment and shook his head “No. We’re not dealing with our type of people. If I’m going, then I’m going. If I don’t, they’ll find someone else.” Big Boi nodded slightly, which caused a comical after-jiggle to its skin’s breasts. Oni thought that maybe putting a limiter on Big Boi’s net usage would be a good idea, but shook the notion away. They were partners, and it was obvious that the A.I. was only doing what he probably wanted it to do, without having the RAM to tell him...her...it.<br><br>Which raised another question. Though he affectionately called his rig ‘Big Boi’, it would appear as though the rig would rather be classified differently? To think there would come a day when he had to ponder the sexual orientation of an A.I. What a truly fucked world. “Alright BB. How are we for maintenance?” Big Boi’s image shuddered for a brief moment before answering “Max is all set, and says you can wake your sick ass up. Apparently he hasn’t seen me in this skin yet. His heart rate increased 15% for the span of 4.7 seconds. A request for medical assistance was about to be made, before he settled back into his usual stable rate…which still isn’t altogether healthy”<br><br>With a slight chuckle, Oni looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was sitting in a&nbsp; chair surrounded by monitors of different shapes and sizes. Max was typing in a few commands, before getting up to look Oni over “Next time, just have your friend send me a text pulse. It damn near made my heart bust!” Oni disconnected from the chair and smiled “Sorry…Big Boi seems to be going through some things…I’ll have to talk to him or her about it. Are we good to go?” <br><br>Max nodded and waved to the monitors “You’re clean as a whistle my friend. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve grown accustomed to being the fine specimen of man you see today, then your config would be on my top 5 to copy. Considering my clientele, you should be pleased by that.” Oni nodded and tapped Max’s rig “I had Big Boi make the arrangements. We should be all set.” Max waved him off “Your credits I never had to check, Oni. First, because I know you trust me enough to come back here, and Second is you know I would hunt your skinny ass down if I had to. Take care of yourself out there, kiddo”. Oni could only shake his head as he left the shop through an Instameal store that was Max’s front and out into the steady flow of traffic outside. <br><br>With BB’s help, his arrangements for travel were all set as well, and it took him half a day on the rail to get to the Wharf. His walk to the meeting place was interesting, though uneventful. His eye picked up multiple groups that were poised to take him while on his walk, but they backed down before anything could come of it. Maybe they found something out, like he was pulsing a fake police transponder signal maybe? Who knows? They left him alone, and he was alright with that. He offed the signal as he got near the meeting place, not wanting to spook the others there, and requested that Big Boi make contact to announce his arrival. Last thing he needed was to take a bullet because someone got jumpy.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:57:22</strong>
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				Anne moved to the conference table, after lowering the uzi and re-safeing it. "Ah Sofia. No this is not a second interview. This is a mission brief. If I didn't think you could do the job after the first interview you wouldn't be here." She tucked the holograph discretely into a pocket. <br><br>She was wearing, it ought to be added, a pair of urban cammo combat slacks, a dark green tee shirt and a bleacl leather jacket. She looked, if anything, more like the junior of the team than it's leader, her age reduction having made her look far younger than her actual years. She placed the machine pistol on the table, sitting with her back to the one solid wall left in the place.<br><br>She was not sure exactly how much of the embrace between herself and Niki Sofia had seen, but it didn't matter anyway. Niki was probably the only person Anne truly cared for, but if it came down to it and someone was threatening Niki to get to her, she would have no hesitation in killing her occasional lover. She liked to think Nikita would do the same for her.<br><br>"Take a seat, both of you. There are a few others to arrive..."<br><br>At that moment, Jean-Claud Defoe strolled into the room. "Ah Jean, meet Sophia, our new wep-tech. Sophia, jean is the other survivor from the last team, our hacker." Defoe took a seat at the table, nodded to the others and poured himself a coffee, without saying a word.<br><br><em>Iffie?</em> Anne queried the AI via her (hopefully) secure private com-link, <em>Does he suspect?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em>No, Major. He just had a very bad night.</em></span><br><br><em>Save the details for later.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Major, I have recieve word that Oni is on his way up.</span><br><br>"Oni?" That was the first thing DeFoe said. His eyes unfocused as he accessed the net.<br><br>"Tell him to come on up, Iffie". Anne smiled. Only one more team member to arrive.
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				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:38:46</strong>
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				Kirra adjusted her slim, dark sunglasses and exhaled deeply as she got off the train, she had carefully weighed her decision, but after some digging couldn't resist the chance to meet with the legendary Iron Fists. Clutching her bag tightly to her slim body as she walked with the crowd from the station to the busy street with the cloudy, oily London sky above. She tried to think more about the message and the horrid rumors she had heard on the short trip through the slums, the constant noise of voices and mechanism wash over the filthy street, her wristwatch beeps as she rounds the corner.<br><br>She pulls out a sealed bottle of water from her jacket and places something in her mouth before one handedly opening the bottle and takes a long drink as she approaches the address block, her hidden eyes scan the street and skyline as she pockets the bottle, looking for any signs of betrayal. As the woman approaches the building a homeless man stumbles out of the shadows rubbing his head,<br><br>"Eh, Hey lass," the man flashes a nearly toothless grin, a red shoe print across his brow "spare some coins miss?"<br><br>"Um, yeah," Kirra answers, shouldering her bag and digging through her pockets, "Here you go," she says handing the worthless man a few bills with one hand as the other runs down his side, undetectably placing something into one of his pockets, "Why don't you go across the street and get some thing to drink?" Kirra offered looking over at&nbsp; at the busy convenience store on the corner, tapping the man on the back.<br><br>With a chuckle and a nod the grimy man was off, Kirras soft smile turned too a look of disgust as the man faded, turning back to the building she looked up at it and taking the bottle from her jacket once more she pours its contents over her hands, gently washing them and letting the water spill onto the filth lined ground below. She then placed the empty bottle and something else into the trash bin before entering the old, misused building.<br><br>Not taken back by the silence of the place she moved to the stairs and started her climb, not knowing what to truly expect at the top. her steps echoed through the dimly lit stairwell as she reached the top floor.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 23:11:08</strong>
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				Nikita looked at the newest arrival in the room. Sofia Nilsson her name was. Nikita chuckled at the thought of this petite girl seeing Nikita and Anne getting all relaxed together, a possibility which wasn't entirely deniable considering she seemed to move with this certain catlike agility. Nikita was sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and coffee glass in one hand with a cigarette in another. She took a sip before taking a drag in, savouring it before noticing Defoe walk in the room and quickly grab a seat.<br><br>She blew some of the smoke in Defoe's face. "I see, getting out of the house to experience a change in environment Jean? You should be suffocating in fresh air as a matter of fact! Anyhow, welcome to the meeting Sofia, i'm Nikita." She introduced herself to the new girl. She wasn't exactly the social kind..but generally preferred to be decently acquainted with anybody who was going to work on the job with her. These were team missions, and if they lacked cohesion between the team, it just ended up backfiring. Nikita played with the guns she carried with herself lightly, her fingers having some fun with them for no particular reson.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:38:58</strong>
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				Oni progressed up the stairs, taking a moment to pause as he heard someone else some distance behind him. <em>’Trap? No…cautious, but not trying to hide’</em> he thought as he walked through the debris and dried animal shit that the building had in spades. A shame too, because it looked like it was really something…you can’t hide good bones with buildings. BB informed him of their acknowledgement, and feeling a little less like he was about to get shot, promptly knocked on the door frame leading to the meeting room. He looked to be fashionably late. With a friendlier grin than he felt, he nodded to everyone before taking a seat. <br><br>He looked around, as if admiring the view, while scanning the place for as many obvious traps and explosives as possible. He thought to try an x-ray, but what would be the point. Just assume everyone is armed, and you couldn’t go wrong. With great care, he cleared a little dust from in front of him before folding his hands and resting his arms on the table. He was able to face the others, as well as the door he just entered, just in case those steps he heard earlier weren’t friendly. “So. Did I miss anything?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:38:02</strong>
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				As she rounded the last flight of stairs she slowly slides the pack of smokes from her front jacket pocket and the classic brass zippo lighter from her slim, bony hip and lit it accompanied by the sound of the closing door ahead. Inhaling deeply the rich flavors as she crosses the landing and opens the door.<br><br>With her blond hair parted down the middle she lowers the frames of her dark glasses slightly, eying the strangers gathered before her she removes the cigarette from between her crimson lips and scans the peoples faces and the contents of the decaying room. Cocking her head to the side a bit she exhales her last drag.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I take it this is the right place then?" she asks slyly as she moves slowly through the smoke to the tables edge.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 10:41:51</strong>
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				Anne nodded to the last two arrivals. She checked her time repeater in her implant. "Late! That is not exactly a good start. Missions like ours sometimes rely on split second timing. You two could have been killed, or worse, got everyone else killed. DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!"<br><br>The SAS Officer's voice sounded incongruous coming from such a slight woman, but it was a voice that demanded obedience. She moved on. "You all know me, I'm Major Anne Laughton, former SAS officer, and I run this show. You can call me Major, you can call me Ma'am, you can call me boss, you can even call me Sir. You can call me Ms Laughton. If you survive this mission, you may earn the right to call me Anne when we're off duty." She smiled softly at Niki. <br><br>"This lady is Nikita Stack. She is my lieutenant" She pronounced the word the English way, <em>leftenant</em>, "My second in command. She is also our infiltrator and disguise specialist. The little girl sitting in the shadows over there with the heavy machine gun that none of you have noticed is Francine Littlejohn. She is my personal secretary. Fran, put the hardware down and come join us... Fran will be taking notes during the meeting."<br><br>Francine did as she was told, leaving the .50cal set up where it was in the dark shadows where a coffee machine used to stand and no lights remained. She walked delicately towards the table, clearly ill at ease with the company she was in. "Hi, everyone.." she said awkwardly, sitting at the table with an old fashioned pen and note pad.<br><br>Anne smiled encouragingly at her and she smiled adoringly back.<br><br>"Okay, next we have Sofia Nilsson. Sofia is our weapons specialist. I understand you are equally good with a sniper rifle as a block of plastique, which is exactly what we need. I like people who can multi-task.<br><br>"Richard Preston. Yes we know your real name. If you want to be called Oni, that's fine. Oni is our new hacker..."<br><br>At this, DeFoe looked up. "What, you need two hackers now?"<br><br>"All in good time", Anne quelled him with a look. "If we could keep questions until I ask for them? Thank you!"<br><br>She turned to the final human member of the team, "Kirra West. Raveness, it's good to meet you at last. We have a lot in common! Kirra is our point-man. Finally, last but not least", she put a hand on the small plastic box. "Iffie. Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence, or IFAI. You will all have spoken to it already at some point. Iffie is probably the most vital member of the team."<br><br>Defoe looked up again, now looking distinctly worried. "I'm Je-..."<br><br>"YOU, fucked up!" Anne snarled at him. "You assured me that our system was impenetrable. You assured me that no one could hack into the dummy office software. You assured me that our lines of communication were secure."<br><br>She stood and leaned forward. Her hands resting on the table. Her left hand was almost touching the grip of the Uzi she'd left there.<br><br>"But..."<br><br>"Mr Oni there placed his calling card on every computer in the dummy office. Of course he thought he was hacking our real offices, but that's irrelevant. But Mr Defoe, that is not the biggest problem. Iffie has been analysing what went wrong in Toronto last month. As you know, we lost three good people. We figured out why. Our coms were compromised. That was your responsibility!"<br><br>Defoe was white with fear. He tried to access the net, but suddenly he was cut off, jammed. "No... Please?"<br><br>Anne pulled the Beretta from it's holster at her hip and pointed it at him. The shot was incredibly loud in the confined space. A small black mark appeared in the middle of Defoe's forehead. The back of his head exploded, spraying blood and brains in a wide arc. the body slumped forward.<br><br>"Someone get rid of that?" Anne holstered the pistol, policed her brass and sat down again. "Right, before I start the briefing, are there any questions?"
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 12:28:05</strong>
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				Nikita watched Anne shout at those who came in late, she almost laughed at the whole episode. She had seen Anne do it to many..and the way most of these people who she perceived as nothing more than amateurs always amused her. But she kept her calm and stared in the distance as Anne went on with her usual basic information. As she said about earning the right and smiled at her, Nikita returned the smile with a wink. Then began the introductions of the whole team. Nikita gave a slight nod as she was introduced to the rest of the teammates.<br><br>They had a new hacker this time round..and he was definitely impressive than the pile of fat they had handling the department earlier..this Oni actually got in their system and Jean couldn't do shit about it..Francine was her usual nervous, shy self. Avoiding stares whilst stealing glances at Anne all the time and blushing everytime she got a stare from Anne. Then there was Sofia whom she had already seen..and the final member, Kirra West. Seemed good. But then again even the team they had assembled for Toronto was bloody good, yet things hadn't worked out as well as they had planned. There's always something there to trip you up unless you are giving your one hundread percent and aren't showing that pathetic little thing called mercy.<br><br>Now Jean was trying to interrupt the conversation, god this fatso never learnt did he? He seemed too much of a pussy anyways, who lacked the balls to admit that he fucked up and own up on that. She noticed him try connect but his access shut down, him giving excuses for the fuckup he had caused, causing three people to die. Anne's voice was literally snarling now and then she pulled the trigger on him. Loud sound in the confined space, blood all over as his head exploded. Nikita looked at the dead form for a moment and then got back to lighting another smoke, ignoring the body..as if it wasn't even there. "Good riddance..now the Toronto casualty count is four, not that i'm complaining. Told you this guy was fucking inept." She said, looking at Oni. "Quite the eventful way to get employed Oni?" And gave him a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 12:49:50</strong>
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				Anne gave Niki a quelling look. "Yeah, you did. Thanks for rubbing it in. If you weren't such a fantastic fuck, I'd put a bullet in your for that crack!"<br><br>She grinned to show she didn't mean it, but her eyes clearly told Niki that she did. A private message went directly from her implant to Niki's: <em>Knock of the insubordination, bitch. I know you didn't think he was any good. He was the best we could get at the time, remember? I've been looking for an excuse to off him for a while. Oni gave it to me. Yay Oni! But I don't need you pointing out </em>my<em> shortcomings in front of the troops!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 12:57:08</strong>
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				Oni shrugged under the tongue-lashing from the Major. He figured keeping his usual smartass remark to himself would be prudent, seeing as this was their first time meeting them all. His eyes shifted to the oh-so-dangerous looking Nikita, giving her a small smirk and nod as she was introduced. What irked him was the short, but clearly top-heavy woman coming out of the shadows. He had gave the place a firm lookover, and should have noticed her. <br><br><em>”Stupid…”</em> he thought to himself, <em>”Should have switched to Infrared.”</em> BB chastised him further in her own way. Informing him of multiple training sessions on file he could use to train himself properly on the use of his eye implant. Oni just found it more fun to play with things until you got the hang of it, but obviously couldn’t fault the logic. He promised BB he’d look more into it later.<br><br>He was there enough to understand who Sofia was, but raised an eyebrow to the use of his meat name. He was extremely irk at that, but only gave an honest smile and nod at the Major for doing such thorough work. BB informed him that the security break was not within his immediate system, so they must have did a shitload of cross-referencing…they’d need some bad juju on their end to get something like that done. Suddenly, they had his complete attention. So much attention, that he noticed the other man there was apparently their other hacker. He gave the man a look and a smug grin. The man’s face said It all. Anger, shame, and a sense of…foreboding? Fear?<br><br>He continued to look at DeFoe. Everything was setting in n the man’s face. He was starting to understand that he’d been replaced and right as he tried to make himself relevant again, was thoroughly informed of his ineptness in regards to security for both the dummy office and mission. <em>’That was a dummy office?’</em> Oni thought, before nodding in understanding. That was why traffic seemed a little off. Much too busy for the kind of work these people do. DeFoe and the Major were afterthoughts while Oni continued to plan for certain upgrades and setting changes on the office set-up he experienced. It wasn’t until he felt a disconnect from BB that he looked up, jumping slightly. He was just in time to see a bullet penetrate DeFoe’s skull. <br><br>Frozen, he saw the man’s last plea still etched on his face as he fell. His stomach churned within him as a light sheen of sweat appeared on his brow. After the body was no longer in view, he stared at the spot for a few more seconds. What the fuck just happened? Apparently, through shitty juju, DeFoe got a few people killed on a mission. Moral of the story? Don’t fuck up. He got that and stayed in his seat, givinf Nikita an uneasy grin at her statement. Questions were something he was fresh out of, and found it best not to say anything just yet. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 13:09:46</strong>
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				Nikita just looked into Anne's eyes and gave a cold smile. "If you could spot my face!" and grinned back. Responding to Anne. <em>Yeah, yeah..I know. Respect in front of the troops, just look at those little shits..they're already cowering over the bullet you just put in his head and the speech you gave. As if they need furthur nudging to follow every order thrown at them. One just might think they might start crying due to fear any time. Stop going all jumpy right away! By the way, if someone fucks up next time</em> I <em>will to be the one who gets put a bullet through their skull, this is like one of the best perks of these jobs to begin with!</em><br><br>She spoke out. "No questions from my side, i'm game and ready to jump in this right away." She was watching everybody as she talked, Oni had gone surprisingly quiet..compared to the annoying chatterbox that DeFoe had always been probably worried a little after witnessing the previous hacker's fate, she thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 19:46:34</strong>
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				Taking her seat with the rest of the others she listens to the leaders words intently, grinning to herself over the English accent , her grin quickly fades as the tone quickly and darkly changes.&nbsp; At the blaring sound of the surprise gunshot Kirras ears ring loudly, like a thousand tiny pins shoved deep within her skull as the sound dampener tries to catch up with sudden sound, with a little jump her hands quickly shoot up to her ears. Rolling her eyes and thinking to herself amid the loud ringing with her elbows on the edge of the old conference table,<br><br><em>Well now, we couldn't have handled that in a more discreet manor I'm sure</em>. mocking her own jumpiness.<br><br>After missing a few words her hearing starts to return in waves of filtered sound once again as the scent of spent powder wafts about the room and the blood starts to pool around the head of the fuck up. She reviewed the facts so far as she continues to look and listen, <br><br><em>The new boss, a straight foreword former military type, stereotypical pushy and gruff, I wonder if she expected that to intimidate us?&nbsp; And a mouthy, vindictive number two who has some history with the big boss, could be messy. And along with me the rest of the fresh meat, A freelance replacement sysop who's got some fresh shoes to fill and a renowned multi-threat weapons expert, not to mention the voluptuous secretary and the box, I've seen some serious trust issues develop from mixing new and old like this, but what the hell, there probably thinking the same thing and&nbsp; I've been solo far too long now.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 20:30:12</strong>
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				"Of course I wouldn't."<br>Pouring a cup of coffee before she sat down with her own cigarettes Sofia leaned comfortably at the relatively safe backrest of the chair she had chosen, she wasn't the type who held the attention of a room when she wasn't doing or saying something. In fact she was one of those people who were excellent flowers for the social butterfly to dip into, her face agreeably neutral as a man came in who seemed slightly standoffish. The Stark woman whom Sofia had indeed caught a glance hugging Laughton certainly didn't seem very happy to see the man.<br><br>Two more entered and Sofia nodded to them before they were scolded for being late, justified in Sofia's mind as the shrapnel scars on her shoulder was the result of someone Else's tardiness, but it didn't quite come close to her large mouthful of coffee hiding the surprise at seeing a ditz with the machine gun come out of the shadows. Did she put too much trust into Iron Fist to even check for hidden people now?<br><br>A lot went on as Sofia finished her coffee and put her cigarette out, her heavylidded grey eyes flickering around before she sighed and stood up. She really hated being untidy and didn't have the kind of ego that got in the way to get things done, her voice inquisitive but not especially enthusiastic.<br>"Anywhere in particular you want it?"<br>Dragging the now dead standoffish guy would be a hurdle but she was in good shape and knew the most effective way to hoist a dead body around, the action did always make her contemplate getting her physical strenght augmented though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 22:22:57</strong>
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				Anne was just about to repeat her order to get rid of the body, something which she hated having to do. Make her repeat an order more than oncxe and you were generally out of the unit. And then Sofia volunteered to do so. "Out the window is fine. The rest of you, for fucks sake give her a hand." She paused and when no one moved, snarled "That's an ORDER!"<br><br>With the meat sailing down a thousand feet to splat itself on the broken concrete below, and everyone back in their seats, she surveyed her new team.<br><br>Okay. That was a little demonstration, among other things. Ladies, you are not here because you are nice. Quite the contrary. If you think this is an organisation dedicated to law and justice, you should probably leave now. We are, to put it bluntly, the bad guys."<br><br>She chuckled as Iffie projected a little hologram of an old film from the Twentieth century, an excerpt from a film called Bugsy Malone. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1FgpBxXho4#) "Okay, we get the picture, Iffie, knock it off!"<br><br>The video ended as suddenly as it had started.<br><br>"Point is, we do jobs for people who want jobs done. We don't care who or what or why. We get the job done and we get paid." She nodded at the blood stain on the table. "A team is only as strong as it's weakest link. I made a mistake in hiring that one. It has now been rectified. One of you may now be the weakest link. I hope that it is me, because I know my own strengths.<br><br>"Oni, your first task is to link with Iffie and go over every aspect of our sysop security. You cracked it, you fucking well fix it, and make sure no one else can crack it.<br><br>"Oh, new rule. As of this mission, the hacker goes too. If your life is on the line as well, you're going to make doubly sure everything is secure." That had been her second mistake that had cost the lives of three good operatives. The first had been hiring the fuck-up in the first place, the second had been giving in to his insistence that he would work better back at the safe house. In all her military ops, the sysop had always been behind the lines. But of course this was different. It had been a hard lesson.<br><br>"Right. I'm going to start this briefing. Ladies, you will take notes on paper only. You will commit your notes to memory, in your heads, and you will burn the paper before you leave. There will be NO electronic record of this briefing. Is that clear? Oni? That includes you. That jumped up server you call an AI is as vulnerable as all the rest. The only place all this data resides is Iffie. And her I trust because I hold the destruct trigger."<br><br>She paused and looked around the team. "Does anyone have anything to say before we start?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 03:32:02</strong>
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				Oni sat, still transfixed on the spot that he couldn’t see. He imagined the man there and the blood and scattered bits of hardware left behind. It was like being submerged in ice cold water suddenly, the shock so hard you want to scream, but nothing comes out. BB noticed his distress, but also knew that there was nothing to be done. His response would either be to continue or phase out. It waited, for what seemed like years, for Oni to make a decision. The Major’s bark of an order did not cause him to jump again, but he did move. His brain continued its normal flow as it travelled beyond the sudden violence. He knew that this was what he was waiting for. What it meant to be a black hat. And he intended to see it through.<br><br>Walking to Sofia as she dragged the body, Oni grimaced and grabbed the legs to make things easier. He may have been able to do the job himself, but there was no reason to go off trying to impress the boss on the first day. He helped choose a window already broken and chucked the poor bastard out. He could have sworn he heard someone scoff as they were walking back to their seats, but he didn’t see who it was. Apparently there was no love lost for the fuck-up that killed a few of their people. Clearly understandable. Back at the table, The Major was giving her bad guy monologue. He was certain that she’d given it before…almost like those guys you see in movies whipping recruits into shape, like they’ve been doing it for years, because they had. The tension-breaker came from Iffie, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the hologram. He was a classical music guy himself, so he could appreciate the display.<br><br>He was listening to the laundry list of things to do. He had already assumed the shoring of defenses, so that was already in his mind. Linking with Iffie would be…interesting. The chance to go, as he’d heard it called, “feet-wet” was something he was ready to sign on for anyway. He stared at his hand and clenched and unclenched it slowly. He was ready. He’d give ‘em a show and leave them wanting more. <br><br>A raised eyebrow immediately followed the Major’s request for paper notes. <em>‘Paper? Who the hell uses paper anymore’</em> he though, at a complete loss. He went from lost to perturbed at the insult given to BB. They’d never understand how important BB was to him. They still only viewed machines as tools, even Iffie, under constant threat of explosive deactivation. All the same, he would comply. There would be more than enough time to help them see the error of their ways. <br><br>At the Major’s prompting, Oni decided to speak now, or forever hold his piece. Standing, he gave his attention directly to the Major. “Well, Major, first…the dig against BB was unfair. I hope to show you why in the future. Second, nothing is hack-proof. Anyone who tells you something is, should have been shot earlier than today. What I plan to deliver is a well-scheduled maintenance of the office set-up, as well as anything minor the other ladies would like to come to me for. As sysop, I will be right alongside you all, making adjustments to situations on the fly. I will need someone to cover my handsome ass if I have to go deep to make certain kinds of changes, but I’m sure you have already thought of that. I’ve…I’ve never killed anyone before. Not directly, at least. If you’re asking that of me…I don’t know what I would be able to do.”<br><br>Slightly embarrassed, he sat back down slowly “So…does anyone have some paper, and something to write with? I’m fresh out.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 07:30:22</strong>
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				Kirra wrinkled her brow at the shouted order,<em> I don't even know this bitch and she wants me to clean up<strong> her</strong> mess</em>. She reluctantly stands, forcing her chair back and joins the others at the window ledge as they flip the mistake over the edge, she flicks out he cigarette butt, it sparks and cartwheels down alongside the former hacker, probably splattering somewhere near the entrance she took into the tower, she slowly strides back to the table, softy whispering "bullshit" under her breath.<br><br>Retaking her uncomfortable chair she goes back to listening, she even giggled a little at the media display and nodded in agreement to the majority of the majors speech. The most surprising element came as Oni stood and spoke, Kirra was shocked by his candidness, a smirk crossed her face as he asked for paper so meekly.<br><br>After waving her hand casually she chimed in, "Yeah, I've got a question Major, now I got a good feeling that today isn't one of your best days, but I have to ask, are you always like 'this'?"&nbsp; her raised hand moves up and down pointed at Anne, "You know, all hard ass, by the book and what not?" She adds with a toothy grin as she prepares to light a new smoke, tapping it on the table before her rhythmically. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 14:31:00</strong>
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				Nikita watched Anne bark orders to get this mess cleaned as she stared at all the newcomers. There was no way she was gonna get her hands dirty over someone like Defoe out of all people. She watched Sofia jump up suddenly and get to work and Oni help her a bit. The body sailing down several feet and the exploding in a pulp most probably. She wondered if it would fall on that piece of shit beggar she just kicked earlier, the thought made her snicker to herself.<br><br>Anne was back to her regular speech. Nikita had heard it thousand times before so it wasn't anything new to her. And then Iffie started that projection. The projection which always, <em>always</em> made Nikita want to slap her head with its weird music and overall cheesiness. She messaged Anne. <em>We're</em> still <em>using this? That makes us look more like a pack of street performers than actual bad guys. Should've used that thing called Matrix or whatever the hell it was..at least it had people actually being badasses instead of four goons jumping on street singing a song which makes one wanna go deaf. What is it with you and old music anyways?</em> This was something Anne would despise, but it was a banter they pretty much always entered into.<br><br>But what she said afterwards made her smile. From now on hacker would be on the mission too. His ass would be on the line much like the rest of them put themselves in the line of fire so that he would extra careful. Perfect. She was familiar with the paper routine, and as much as she despised and considered it to be irritating, it was a necessity for security purposes. Producing a stack of papers from her bag she pushed them in the middle. "Here's the paper's and those..pens to write with." But what Oni did was both amusing and stupid at the same time as he talked about his AI and whatnot. <br><br>"Excuse me Mr. Oni..but I would like to point out a little something. I know you probably think we're being insensitive here by not considering an AI to equivalent to a person..and it's understandable how you hackers generally tend to develop immense attatchment to them, I mean..I have seen the worlds you make in them and all those big breasted women you have inhabiting the places." She smirked. "But at the same time you need to understand there's a reason they are Artificial Intelligences and are obviously prone to destruction, and often these fantasies you people have with them are the root cause of problems. They need to be destroyed when push comes to the shove. And if you don't think you're capable of seperating yourself from your AI and are unable to bite the bullet, you can walk out of here right now becuase clearly you lack the requisite skills." She finished off coldly staring at a bewildered Oni. But this had to be said, Anne's speech no matter how precise and spot on had driven point home with all others except Oni.<br><br>"Now where killing is concerned, it's not that hard really, quite enjoyable as a matter of fact. I can teach you the ways if you're up for that Oni. Okay team, that's all I have to say on the matter." Smirking Nikita finished off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 21:04:44</strong>
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				Anne sighed. <em>Damn it Niki, you know that's not fair! We have this out every time. I've erased that goddamn clip from Iffie more times that I can remember, and the goddamn AI pulls it back in. I think it's developed a sense of humour!</em><br><br>She was about to answer both of the newcomers when Niki spoke up and put Oni firmly in his place. She smirked at that. Her lieutenant was even worse than her. She chuckled when she offered to teach Oni to kill. "Just make sure you don't teach him on anyone who owes us money, unless they aren't going to pay!"<br><br>She then got up and walked around the table to Kirra. She gripped the woman's hair and yanked it back, a knife suddenly in her hand and held at the locksmith's throat. "You think I'm having a bad day? Actually, I'm having a particularly good day. Believe me, honey, you do not want to see me on a bad day!"<br><br>She chuckled and the knife vanished. She walked back to her seat, totally unconcerned.<br><br>Francine waited until the major was back in her seat unharmed before lowering the Major's Uzi that had been pointing at Kirra the whole time.<br><br>Anne chuckled and patted her buxom little pet on the head. She turned to Sofia. "What about you, sweetie. You're the one going to be watching the Sysop's back, you're going to be watching all our backs. Anything to add?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:51:19</strong>
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				Watching the dead body tip over the ledge that had once been a window sill Sofia felt remarkably little in her own opinion, she wasn't normally quite as callous as others in the room but dead weight was well, dead weight. If removing it helped her chances of survive and profit then so be it, the man's death would mean a new hacker and hopefully a better one took the job. Though if he was ready for it Sofia didn't know, the look he gave the corpse and his seeming unsteadiness didn't bode well. Then again, when she killed for the first time there had been conviction and that made things rather easy. Then somewhere along the line when conviction disappeared killing was allready easy and Sofia was spared guilt.<br><br>Sitting back down Sofia listened and noted what she needed to know, sorting out the rest as people trying to pin down archetypes and get to know eachother. Well, they'd be getting to know eachother pretty well on the mission so the swede felt no need to interfere. Her eyes did widen when Laughton looked as if she was about to off the pointman as well, military types always came off as exotic animals to her. Creatures she couldn't fathom which was probably why she was a little perturbed by everything when at long last Laughton addressed her as well.<br><br>Slowly lighting another cigarette as she quelled the sudden urged to inquire if she was going to be threatened if she didn't Sofia put her lighter down on the blank sheet of paper she had supplied herself with from Stark's generous stack.<br>"Sure. I'll need to know pretty quickly if anyone is apprehensive about carrying explosives and if anyone knows how to set detonation themselves. For obvious reasons I'm not going to give you anything with a set timer ticking down but there are ways to hinder remote detonations. Now, if given blueprints I can customize contraptions for specific things and places we want to blow up but those are not always available or accurate. My position as your back-cover is pretty self-explainatory so..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:55:38</strong>
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				Flashing her antique lighter and starting her cigarette she listens to the exchange between the hacker, Nakita and Anne, her grin fades as the Major moves expressionlessly across the room, Kirras eyes glued to her in disbelief, with a soft squeal of discomfort as her head is yanked back Kirra blasts twin jets of smoke from her nostrils into the air between them, her cigarette dangles from her lips delicately as the Major has her words with her just inches away from her face. Her eyes remand steady, even as the cold blade gently touched the warm, soft skin of her neck.<br><br>The mocking grin returned to her face as the Major withdrew and she readjusted her jacket after the encounter before looking back around the room and the faces of the others, she shoots them a shrug as she answers herself, "I'll take that as a yes then." Kirra mumbles.<br><br>Returning to the conversation she simply answers Sofias question, "I've had some experience with explosives."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 01:42:23</strong>
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				He made no attempt at hiding his irritation with Nikita’s words. To debate with her, while she maintained her stance on the AI issue would be a lesson in futility. He sat through her “advice” as calmly as anyone could sit through someone attempting to crush every idea he’s had in regards to technologies for the past few decades. He calmly turned to Nikita, absolutely sure that she was augmented, and able to prove it if he had to. She was able to be hacked, and therefore as expendable as she proclaims their AIs to be. Why offer the truth? In time, it will offer itself willingly.<br><br>He gave her a nod as he reached over to take a paper and pen. “I will decline the offer, Nikita. I’ll just pretend to kill a few big boobed bimbos to get the opening jitters out of the way.” He decided to stay silent for the remainder. First he’d understand just what the hell they were going to do, then decide the best way to do it. Everything else can be pushed to the way-side for the time being.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 21:06:48</strong>
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				Francine looked up at Oni's words. "Who you callin' a bimbo? Fuckin geek!"<br><br>"ALL RIGHT!" Anne's parade ground voice was very effective at quelling idle chatter. If enough of the team had been military, she would have yelled <em>SHUN</em>, but they weren't. "Settle down, and let's get the fuck on with it. First, I would like all of you to think about what happened to the guy Mr Oni is replacing. He wasn't working as part of the team. He got others killed, and then, unsurprisingly, he got himself killed.<br><br>"You are all individuals and you are used to working alone. On this job, you must work as a team, or you will get killed. If you fuck up, the best thing you can hope for is that the enemy kills you. If you fuck up and survive, I will shoot you myself. If you fuck up badly enough that you're the only survivor, believe me, Francine here will hunt you down.<br><br>"Francine is the only member of the team who doesn't go feet-wet. She is my secretary, not a field operative, however, she has all the resources of Iffie at her disposal. It's actually her job to apologise to the client and refund their deposit if none of us make it back!<br><br>"Bear that in mind, please."<br><br>She reached under the table and produced a security-locked case, which buzzed threateningly until she tapped in the key-code. She produced a number of old fashioned manilla folders from it and flipped one to each of the team, keeping one herself, before realocking the case and setting it back on the floor. "Memorise the contents, especially the floor plans. Do not transmit them anywhere. Oni, that includes you. I'm sure you know your pet AI is totally secure and one hundred percent loyal to you, but I don't. The folders will be returned to me for desctruction after the briefing.<br><br>"Make notes of any questions you have, and save them until the end. Also make notes of any special equipment you think you might need."<br><br>She opened her folder. The first sheet was a copy of an e-mail.<br><br><em>To: info@ironfist.org.ng<br><br>From: epsilon@msn.com<br><br>Re: Enquiry<br><br>May have a job for you.<br><br>Reply if interested.<br><br>ε</em><br><br>"Our client is known only as Epsilon. Oni, your first task is to find out as much as you can about the client. Use that email addressas your starting point, or whatever. I want to know who he is, where he is, what he does for a living, why he does it, where he does it, how he does it. I want to know his bank account number and bank balance. I want to know what he has for breakfast and what colour his underpants are! And he must not know that I know! If you can listen and work, then get to it. Otherwise, just listen.<br><br>"Epsilon has paid eight million US dollars in advance with twelve million to pay on successful completion, plus expenses. You will each find an expenses claim form there. Copy it, scan it, whatever, and fill it in, then submit it to me with a full inventory of all expenses you incur on the mission, complete with receipts. Twenty mill is a bit low for a job like this, but given that this is a new team and after IF's last disaster, it's actually quite generous. If we make this one good, we should be able to demand market rate next time.<br><br>"The target is a security bunker that is under construction on the island of Trinidad and Tobago." She turned to the satellite photo of the compound.<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Veritas_Compound.jpg)<br><br>"That image was taken a few weeks ago. The red roofed building is the entrance to the bunker. The grey one is stores and barracks.&nbsp; The third building has already been demolished. The compound is not yet complete which gives us the advantage.&nbsp; However it is guarded by a company of Trinidadian marines. We really do not want to go up against them in a straight fight! <br><br>"Other defences are layered. The compound periphery is a normal electric fence with built in alarm. There are two entrances. The first leads to the warehouse and barracks building, the second directly to the main complex. Both gates have armed guards and double security gates. Inside the compound, there is a minefield, the mines are buried randomly so be careful where you tread. However, if we stick to the plan, there should be no problems." She flipped to the rough diagram of the compound:<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Veritas_Compound_Plan.jpg)<br><br>"On each corner of the compound there is an automated machine gun tower that will shoot anything larger than a cat or a seagull that enters the compound by crossing the fence. The main building has a security coded door. Enter the wrong code, you trigger an alarm, which brings the marines running. Inside the door is a security desk with a human guard, and video surveillance linked to the barracks and the guard room inside. A security door inside can only be opened from behind the desk."<br><br>Anne turned to the next page, an equally rough diagram of the main building:<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Veritas_Main_Building.jpg)<br><br>"There is an emergency access ladder, but opening the door either above ground or below ground triggers an alarm. Access to the main elevators is via the kitchen area. Both elevators have security code access."<br><br>The final diagram was of the bunker itself.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Veritas_Bunker.jpg)<br><br>"The actual bunker itself is about 60 metres underground. It's pretty well bomb proof. As you can see a large portion of it is given over to a computer room. This leads me to suspect that the target is an AI, although Epsilon has neither confirmed nor denied this." She smiled at Oni. "Perhaps this gives you some idea as to why I don't trust <em>your</em> AI. Our mission is to blow this fucker up. It might just as easily have been to steal one or more of the memory cores or drives!"<br><br>She shrugged and returned to the briefing. "Facing the lifts is another security desk. It is manned, but it's probably a safe bet that the guard there isn't as vigilant as at the other locations. Beyond the guard station are changing rooms for the computer staff, male and female, a rec room and then around the corner to the last security check point.<br><br>This one is automated, and requires a hand print and retinal scan to get past. Now, up to this point, there has always been the option of extreme violence to get past the security. Unfortunately doing so and triggering an alarm will abort the mission, because beyond this security door is a fucking big blast door that closes automatically. There is, quite frankly, no way through it short of a 50 megaton nuke!"<br><br>She flipped to the final document, a photograph:<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Mona_Del_Matise.jpg)<br><br>"This is Mona Del Matise. She is head of security for the Veritas Project. We need to know as much about her as possible. We need to get the security access codes for the building, the access codes for the internal security network, and schedule for finishing the project. Oni, Sorry, but we're pretty sure she's as paranoid as me. So, Niki, that is your job. I understand she has a weakness for young oriental women. I'm sure you can pull that off!<br><br>"Our objective is to get inside without tripping the alarms and bringing the marines down on us or closing the blast door, plant charges in the main computer room, and get the fuck out of there before anyone knows we’ve been. Then we blow the whole place to hell.<br><br>"Now, I’ve studied the location and the compound has one serious weakness: It’s on a main road and right on a dangerous bend. There have been a number of fatal accidents on that corner in the past few years. So as a distraction, we’re going to cause another one. There’s a tanker depot just up the road, and we are going to sabotage one of the tankers that comes down past the compound.&nbsp; We plant a device on its brake lines, just before the corner we set it off. Tanker’s brakes fail, tanker jack-knifes and goes kablooom!<br><br>"Oh and we plant another little charge on it to make sure it goes Kabloom! Sophia, that's your first task.<br><br>"Mean while, we have taken out a maintenance crew that is scheduled to arrive a few moments before our tanker. Kirra, that's you and me. We pick up the rest of the team, and arrive in their place at the main gate, in their van and wearing their uniforms. We get in using the access codes obtained from Mam’selle Del Matise. The distraction of the crash should mean we get waved through without too much scrutiny. Which maintenance crew largely depends on timing. Oni, you need to find out the schedules of the tankers, the schedules of the maintenance or construction teams, and tweak them to match up.<br><br>"Once inside, we set up a hack into the internal security system so it thinks we are where the maintenance crew are supposed to be. We make our way to the main computer centre one floor down, plant our charges and get the hell out of dodge. The retinal and palm scan, we will use those we obtain from Del Matise, also.<br><br>"There is a plan B, of course, and that is we blow a hole through this wall here", she indicated the wall between the lift exit and the area behind the security doors, "And hope we can all get through before the damn thing closes. Also, we hope we can get out again!<br><br>"If All goes according to plan, we leave as the maintenance team and no-one any the wiser. Once we’re clear, we trigger the explosives, ditch the maintenance van and vanish. We each make our own way home.<br><br>"If things go wrong, there will be a drone chopper waiting nearby to airlift us off the roof. But chances are that if we need it, we won’t need it..."<br><br>Anne closed the briefing folder. "Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 21:16:29</strong>
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				Oni raised an eyebrow at Francine’s outburst. Clearly she mistook what he said, but he found no real reason to explain the comment. He sat at the meeting, writing a few notes, but mostly listening. His left eye was already dedicating memory to the diagrams, but he opted to make notes on the more sensitive information. BB was cut off from him, with his apologies. He supposed it would just lurk around the net, pulling more information. The job wasn’t overly complicated, the most important (and most dangerous) being to get them in undetected.<br><br>He heard the plan for the traffic accident. He was no military tactician, but wasn’t the point of the mission to get in, do the job, and get out with the least amount of fuss? He’d ask about it later. For now he’d go through the whole briefing and see where it takes him.<br><br>He wrote a “1” after making a few notes already, putting down his laundry list:<br><br><em>1. Find actual identity of Epsilon.<br>•&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Break down e-mail user info<br>•&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Trace funds back to the source<br>2. Get a good idea of Bunker security, both physical and net-based<br>•&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Access codes will have to be hijacked on site</em><br><br>He was interrupted from his note-taking by the Major, whose need to point out his AIs vulnerabilities were beginning to nag at him. He raised his eyes to her in a deadpan expression, and then continued to make notes. Everyone uses the tech. No one respects it. Then they wonder why it breaks down.<br><br>He glanced to Nikki as the bait for the more…physical manipulations, and chuckled before going back to writing. He thought <em>’If she really was paranoid, she wouldn’t be head of security in a place run mostly on automated security parameters. They’d have to deal with a shitload more personnel…but whoever was doing whatever over there wanted as few eyes as possible. I bet she hates her fucking job.’</em> and couldn’t help but shake his head as he scribbled a few more things.<br><br>At the end of the page, he made a rather large star and wrote <em>When mission accomplished, find own way home</em> and left it at that. When the Major was done with her briefing, Oni raised his hand “Major…all things being equal, the timing of the explosion would have to be –very- good. On top of that, they’ll investigate and be as busy as a swarm of hornets having something go so wrong where they obviously have something important there. I think the accident might best be suited for when we leave…we can slip out in the confusion.”<br><br>He made time to remember his notes as he waited for an answer. Since it was his ass on the line as well, he’d at least want a chance of making this whole thing work.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:06:50</strong>
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				Anne was actually surprised by a sensible suggestion/question.<br><br>"Glad to see you're thinking. Okay, first of all, we will be arriving at the main gates a few minutes before the tanker comes careening around that corner. The guards are probably going to ask for some sort of ID. Unless you can duplicate the IDs of the maintenance team with our faces on, and mend the bullet holes in the uniforms and the van, and still get us there on time, we are very quickly going to be rumbled.<br><br>"Yes, timing has to be exact. We need them stirred up like a hornet's nest on the way in so they will just wave us through." She glanced at the weap-tech. "I'm sure Sophia can handle it". She smiled. She obviously fancied the woman.<br><br>"As for the way out, Mr Oni, part of your job once we're in is to make sure that their security systems crash, so that we <em>can</em> get out. I wouldn't worry too much about a distraction. If we do it right, the tanker will still be burning when we blow the whole place to hell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 12:57:27</strong>
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				Nikita almost laughed at Francine's outburst, she momentarily thought about talking more to Oni, but judging by the way he was so stubborn it seeemd useless. The guy probably spent his nights with his dick in a computer socket anyways. She was listening to the details of the mission carefully, memorizing the necessary details in her mind. By now she was used to the routine, and didn't really need to use the paper when it came to things like these. She let out a chuckle at the target she was supposed to manipulate. That woman looked interesting, would be fun to seduce her and then extract the information. Eventually the briefing finished, Nikita didn't really have any questions, she eyed rest of the teammates and lightly smiled looking at them before messaging Anne. <em>Trinidad and Tobago? Nice! Nights with you at the beaches, a huge paycheck and then blowing up shit. That's pretty much a holiday this new client of ours has given us!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 13:13:52</strong>
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				Anne chuckled aloud at Nikita's message. <em>Don't spend it all at once, darling. Those Caribbean hotels are fucking expensive. Tell me, dear of the two new girls, which would you most like to bed?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 13:34:40</strong>
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				Nikita smiled and thought for a moment about Anne's question. <em>Mmm..I think Sofia is the one who's more my type. I bet she just might be as explosive in the bed like the bombs she's known to make! Who would you like?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 13:59:39</strong>
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				Anne chuckled softly again and glanced at Niki, making it totally clear to the others that there was a conversation going on that they were excluded from. They would be given access to Iron Fist's private data net once the mission started and be able to message each other the way Anne and Niki were, but for now, any messages they sent to each other would need to be over the local public network. Which, of course, was being monitored by Iffie.<br><br><em>Actually, I fancy her two. I keep imagining her naked... Kirra is pretty, but she's a bit hard. On the other hand, given the way she submitted to nearly having her throat cut, I guess she might enjoy being spanked...</em><br><br>Her eyes flicked to the sysop who was apparently away with the fairies <em>Now him... I doubt if he would even know what to do with it. and even if he did, I'm betting he's into guys. </em><br><br>She had an evil thought. She told Iffie to send an encrypted data package to the three women on the team, which, when decoded, read: <em>Five thousand US$ bonus to the first one to get ONI's cock inside them!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 14:14:44</strong>
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				Nikita looked at the dumbfounded expressions others sported. It looked quite hilarious. She looked back at Anne, lightly smiling. <em>Haha, Kirra is more like the bitch I would want to just tie up and then abuse like there's no tomorrow. She could be one nice little pet I guess, judging by the way she has been acting.</em><br><br>Her eyes hovered over the sysop too, who seemed lost in his own worlds as usual. <em>You think he's into men? You give him far too much credit hon, I doubt if he's even into humans at all..sounds to me he's more into machines and wires than actual living beings. He probably packs power lesser than a toygun down there for gods sake! Heck, I make a better man than that freak!</em> She laughed at her own remark, and quite obviously this time round. Although nobody would have any idea of what they were discussing, and even if they did..like as if they were gonna be able to do anything to them.<br><br>She was amused at the challenge which Anne had thought of, wondering the lengths to which the team just might go for the bonus. The bonus strategy had always worked in past, often providing some unintentionally comic scenarios.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 02:49:41</strong>
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				Oni was finished writing notes about 3 minutes ago. His hands only moved to simulate writing, the pen millimeters away from the paper. He looked down, so it would be hard to see the slightly out of focus look he wore when going deep into the net, and using his own interface to get along within the sea of information. The sound of a slow saxophone could be heard, almost like a distant memory, as he falls into the nets embrace...<br><br>Oni was decked out in a 1940’s styled gray suit and fedora. His trench coat fluttered in the wind as he walked the dark streets ahead. In an alley, he could hear a prostitute grunting from the fucking her john gave her. Though the sound amused him, he chose to keep walking. He had things to take care of, and not a lot of time to do it. He was on the clock, and looking for answers. The net was busy, even in this part of town, which was strange to him. He could hear the cops chasing a pickpocket that ran off with someone’s identity, He made sure to keep his back to them as they ran by.<br><br>The streets he walked slowly lit up with Broadway-styled lights as he approached the MSN office. This was the good side of town, where they kept their whores in expensive suits behind bullet proof glass. He was immediately stopped by a burly security guard as he tried to enter like any other normal employee. The guard looked bored out of his mind and itching for a reason to trade blows. Oni backed away apologetically as MSN requested security clearance for entrance into the host servers. He was just some poor guy who transposed a few letters and got to the wrong place! Besides, he only wanted to know what they were playing with on their surface level security. He turned around and walked a few steps down the street. After a quick look around, he ducked into the alley of the MSN building and stopped.<br><br>His mind churned through data, trying to find the best way in without being too intrusive. Suddenly, it came to him. He was able to cross reference MSN with the data back-up company they had on contract. Their security was damn good for protection, but sub-par for data transport. Maybe they felt no one would be able to get to the data pulse fast enough, but that didn’t concern him. He only wanted to make sure that a delivery was scheduled, and then place himself in the delivery request. Suddenly he was in an armored truck with some other guy driving. The delivery was in place, and he was along for the ride.<br><br>Stopping again in front of MSN, he and the driver got out the truck and walked toward the buildng's doors, and then past the security guard, who waved them through without protest. Once in the network, he rummaged through the support database to find an IT guy not on site now, but used to working odd hours. He found just the guy he needed, and as soon as the driver turned left to make the data back-up, he turned right towards the support employee intranet. He was now the employee he needed to have access to files, and the support security thought so as well.<br><br>He looked at his watch and nodded, he should have enough time to get some of the info he needs on this Epsilon character. Accessing the e-mail account, he found that the username and password were too complex for a normal person to remember. Capped and uncapped letters with numbers in between…someone would call IT every other day to need to be reminded of the username alone. He managed to track the ip used for the account creation in some area of Venezuela. They actually tried hard to mask the path from that point, and it was almost too difficult to track the exact starting point. With an inward sigh, he was able to pinpoint the original ip to some place in Caracas, but had to bail when he suddenly had the feeling he woke something up. He’d rather live with some information, than die knowing it all.<br><br>After saving the information in a backpack that suddenly appeared in his hands, his image shimmered lightly before an old man appeared before him with an old school push-broom. He gave the man a nod, and then walked by him and out the door. Though the man moved slowly, he somehow kept up with Oni as he walked back to the location of the data back-up, which would be done soon. The old man just swept idly behind him as he went, a cleaner sub-routine he made for situations like these. The cleaner was handy when he didn’t want anyone to know he was there. It needed time to work, however, so Oni was glad he had the time to spare. He saw the driver with the back-up data, represented by a large cart of boxes. Oni turned as the driver turned, and dumped the employee identity as he again took on the driver's company uniform. The cleaner brushed over the employee identity, watching it vanish before he too faded away.<br><br>He continued to wear the uniform and backpack until the driver got back into the armored car beyond the MSN building. He was again in his suit and coat, but now had a briefcase in his hand as well. With just the little info he had now, Oni knew enough to be slightly nervous. The trace he had to do in Venezuela, the username and password set, and that sudden feeling like he had woken a sleeping dog…his suspicions were building. He’d have to try and follow the money for confirmation. With a smart turn to the side, he walked back to his side of town. Ambient steam wafted over his character before it vanished, and he emerged to see Nikita giving him the last of some superior smirk. One of these days, he'd have to find out just what was wrong with that woman, outside of the testosterone imbalance.<br><br>He pondered whether he should mention his feelings on their situation right now, but thought it best to wait before he took a look at the money trail. With a slight cough and raise of his hand, Oni asked about their plans for travel "I could always schedule something on my end, but this sounds like an all expenses paid vacation, and I wouldn't want to shortchange myself." He shivered as a burst of encrypted net traffic was released over the wireless. It was high-grade, but crackable. He was more than a little curious why he wasn't included in the burst transmission, but figured to pay it no mind for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 12:14:06</strong>
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				<em>Okay, darling, knock it off. Leave the guy alone for a bit, or I'll be leaving you alone for a bit...</em> The threat to Niki was not serious and she would know that, but Anne wanted to get on with things and not be distracted.<br><br>Another message arrived in her head: <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Oni has been very busy. He may have some useful information already</span></em></span> Iffie informed her privately.<br><br>She looked up just in time to see the Sysop come back into the room. She recognised the way he raised his head, blinking. He raised his hand and asked another very sensible question. He'd been gone only a few seconds of real time. She wondered idly how long he'd been in Cyberspace for.<br><br>"Well, yeah, travel to and accommodation in Trinidad are legitimate expenses. If you want to make your own way there, then that is fine. Niki will be leaving on the next available flight as soon as the meeting breaks up. I was considering chartering a private jet for the rest of us, but I have no problem whatever if you guys want to try and get there by yourselves.<br><br>"Don't make the mistake of thinking this is some sort of busman's holiday. It's an exotic location, sure, and it's a pretty part of the world, sure, but we are going up against government forces. Getting into the country will be the easy bit. We go in as tourists or whatever. For that matter, I can't conceive a cover for using a private jet so it might be best if we all fly commercial.<br><br>"It will be getting out that is tricky. Hopefully, they won't be looking for <em>us</em>, unless things go wrong, but they will be looking for someone.<br><br>"Best thing to do might be to just blend with the crowd and have a holiday. Two weeks to allow the hue and cry to die down would be legitimate expenses. After that, you are paying your own hotel bills.<br><br>"Oh and if I see one claim for alcohol or rec-drugs, that person has their entire expenses claim voided and pays for their entire trip themselves."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 01:04:06</strong>
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				As the boss lady spoke, pouring out more military protocol than Kirra cared for, she perks up in her seat at the retrieval of the secure box, interested in its contents. The Raveness loved and hated the same thing about "that type",&nbsp; always planning and training, she could see the dedication but it contained too much structure for her to fully grasp. Flipping through the pages as the dry briefing continues she makes a few mental notes about the mysterious client. Kirras covered eyes roll at the mention of the targets destination, a small sigh passes her lips,<br><br><em>Oh fucking wonderful, a tropical island no less, this gig keeps getting better and better.</em><br><br>Trying to block out the though of being outside unprotected like that her focus returns to the photos, her thin, bony fingers of one hand softly tap the stack of papers and photos as the security detail is gone over, she notes several surface and interior locations, the inside work sounded risky, but it's been done before. The plan for the distraction was borderline brilliant, and meet with a nod of approval and a glint of a smile. The first portion of the plan to include her, to waylay the maintenance team for entrance cover was classic, but Kirra questioned Annes methodology,&nbsp; <br><br><em>Either shes got the biggest set in the room or shes just plain full of herself, too threaten <strong>me</strong> with a knife, I <strong>own</strong> fucking edged weapons and I'm sure she knew that, then to put herself with me alone?</em><br><br>&nbsp;Kirras mind began to proses the information, two against 'x' is too vague, just how many of them are there,&nbsp; thinking of quick, silent and bloodless ways to eliminate the crew, gas, garrote or plastic came to mind first, but she was sure that our over-planing leader had already though something up. The exit strategy could use a little work, but nothing that couldn't be winged at the last moment if things went south quickly. She would have to contact Danny after the meeting.<br><br>As the briefing slowed to a close she watched the faces of the others as the floor was opened to questions, studying Annes and Nikkitas faces she knew they partook of an inside joke of some kind, most likely the senior members where disguising the poise and demeanor of the replacements. As the encrypted message is relayed to her she cracks a sly grin before looking over at Oni, who was deep in the web, but most likely still fully aware of the goings on in the room. At the next opportunity she speaks up, softly touching her throat before she does.<br><br>"A few questions Major,"&nbsp; Kirra asks with a wave of the hand, "First off, whats the cut on that 20 mill? And secondly, just how many people do we expect in this maintenance team?" She removes the spent smoke from her mouth and rubs it into the desk.<br><br>As she finishes speaking her watch beeps once, flipping her wrist to check it, a counter in the bottom corner of the small screen starts to count down from the five minute mark.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 01:55:44</strong>
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				Anne smiled at Kirra. "Three mil each for you three. the rest is split between Niki, myself, and Effie. Effie, of course simply holds the rest as working capital. Out of that we pay our overheads, including Francine's salary, and any bonuses I choose to pay. You do not need to know how much Niki and I get. And that second question is one you should direct at Oni. As yet, the exact details of which maintenance or construction crew are undecided. We don't have the schedule yet. Mr Oni here is going to provide them for us, along with the tanker schedules, as soon as he finishes playing with his penis."<br><br>She looked at the last member of the team, who had not yet spoken. "Sofia? What about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 06:04:31</strong>
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				Oni raised an eyebrow at Anne. Playing with his penis, indeed! “I’ve got three mil sitting there, ready for the taking. I can keep from playing with myself for that kind of money” He leaned back and took another look at the notes he made before he committed them to memory. Afterward, his fingers gripped the paper, and with a flick of his wrist the sheet of paper spun to a stop next to the stack of paper. It was obvious that it was no accident, but it was just as obvious that he hadn’t paid any attention to it the moment it left his fingers.<br><br>“I would love to give Sofia a chance to speak, but I have just one last suggestion. Some of this stuff is going to need me there to crack into their wireless and perform a few minor miracles. Some will be fairly easier. The maintenance job can be done exactly like you asked, though I’m sure you were probably joking when you said it. I would need headshots of everyone in order to create the ID tags.” <br><br>He then continued “I would simply go into their system, exchange the photo there for yours, print them, and then laminate. Everything will look legit. To get uniforms, I would hit their clothing supplier and have the order sent to some PO Box we give a shit about. I would just need sizes. There would be no need to add bullet holes to the van, because the van is already assigned to us, and the original crew would just be scheduled for some other job. We’ll be workers who are usually off that day, who decided to work overtime. The only snag would be taking care of the workers we impersonate. I suggest a sedative that lasts long enough to do the job.”<br><br>He looked around the meeting at the other ladies, like it was the most sensible thing said all damn day, of course, he also knew the military types in the room would be oh-so-gung-ho about just shooting random holes into a moving vehicle without any concern over our appearance or how the dead drivers would complicate matters, but the van gave them the perfect cover for entry, execution, and then extraction. As long as they got back to the busy city, they could find any number of ways to get home. It would probably mean that Nikita would have to play the maintenance foreman, whom the guards probably knew more than everyone else, but he had an idea that she could play the man’s role to perfection.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 09:07:23</strong>
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				Anne shrugged. "Actually that's not bad. Get on it" Her respect for Oni went up a notch. "I'm sure Kirra and I can handle the <em>'Sedative'</em>, can't we?" She doubted that the Raveness would miss the slight emphasis on the word, but she also doubted that Oni would pick it up. And even if he did, so what? It was not down to him what happened to the original maintenance crew.<br><br>If the man was squeamish about killing, he was in the wrong job, but time would tell on that. Right now she needed his talents and so aside from the occasional sexual jibe, she was not going to antagonise him too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 11:53:06</strong>
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				<em>You wish Anne! You're more addicted to me than a junkie is to his drugs!</em> Nikita answered chuckling as she focused back on the meeting. She watched Kirra ask about the money, it's distribution and other details. A typical question for newcomers, and understandeably so. Afterall, many of them were in the game for the money and the good life it brought to those who possessed it. All the while Oni had been working furiously, drafting plans or whatever it is he did in his hand, pausing at times to ask questions to Anne. All of his queries were regarding tightening the plan, smoothly working out the details. Nikita was impressed over the amount of effort he seemed to put into his work. She admired dedication, and Oni seemed to possess that quality.<br><br>"Getting in seperately would be the best option as you said, the more thinly we spread out the better. We can obviously meet on the islands at some strategic point. Maybe some isolated beach house or something along those lines, but I think we should avoid being seen in each other's company in public as much as possible as long as we're on the mission. Besides, there will be obviously the open communication lines between us which nobody on the damn planet would be able to intercept no matter how much of a peeping tom they want to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 15:20:50</strong>
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				(warning. loooooooong post!)<br><br>Oni wasn’t entirely sure how much he liked the subtle change of her tone on the word “Sedative”. He frowned a bit, before his eyebrows gave a slight raise. It was his shrug without a shrug. <em>’Bad Guys…’</em> he thought to himself. He was giving himself to more than a job. There was no doubt that his exploits have resulted in a few people losing their lives, especially the unfortunate slob currently spray painted on the concrete just outside his door, but that was just competition.&nbsp; It was clear that this was going to take some time to get used to. He’ll just focus on his end of the job for now.<br><br>Seeing as how no-one was doing anything at the moment, he felt it was a good time to fold back into the net for a moment. That money trail bothered him something fierce.<br><br>While he leaned back, his eyes appeared to be daydreaming as he fell back into the net. He was now clad in a red spandex suit with a yellow lightning bolt on his chest, a hero of the bygone comic book era. BB was with him, in a white and blue outfit, which was close to a woman who went by Power Girl (http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/77/182668-113570-power-girl_super.jpg). Oni was past the point of asking questions, and appreciated the view. “Whatcha got BB, outside of a abundance of cleavage?” BB regarded him with a smirk, knowing his accelerated heart rate meant he was pleased with the choice. Another piece of information put on file. “As ordered, I did not follow the trail, but I was able to establish a starting point for you from the financial institution IF uses to accept funds. It leads to some small bank in New Nippon. Logically, we must assume that it wasn’t its original point of origin”<br><br>Oni nodded and walked up to BB “alright, gimme whatcha got”. BB nodded before placing her hand on his chest. Her eyes glowed a bright white as he was transferred the information collected so far. His own image faded in and out as the information was uploaded to him, then solidified after the transfer was completed “Thanks BB. I’ll take it from here. Low profile, from here on. Okay? He was about to go before BB interrupted him “One last thing. As you know, there was a brief transmission along the wireless in the meeting. I had already worked on decoding the message beforehand, as you only ordered me to stay out of personal conversations and not record the meeting. Would you like the decoded message?” <br><br>Oni’s shoulders slumped a little. It was bad manners to intercept messages amongst the people you were supposed to trust. It was equally bad manners to share cookies around the room without giving him one. “Later…” he said with a smile “I’m sure it’ll be an interesting tidbit, considering the company I currently keep, but I’ll get it later. Next time, please ask before you work on wireless decoding BB.” BB nodded an assent and turned to fly away. Her image shifted against the sunlight, then vanished.<br><br>Oni could only shake his head and chuckle. He’d really have to get a handle on BB’s sudden developments when he was done with the mission. For now, he’d remain on task and began to run. The rate he propelled himself through the net gave him no time to set-up digital scenarios. To him, it was like going into a tunnel meant only for him. Advertisements and people were no more than tiny bits of light that flowed along the surrounding tube. He stopped at the point of origin for nearly half a second, giving the information another look through. He had the routing number for the bank’s transaction, and followed it to the New Nippon bank. Nippon led him to another bank, which led to another. <br><br>Crossing the net, double-backing even to smaller institutions. Five countries and over a hundred financial institutions later, he arrived at a smaller block of banks, where the money did something interesting. Simply put, it broke up. He smiled to himself <em>’Crafty bastards’</em> he remarked. He already knew the how. Smaller banks in what appeared to be Venezuela had each pushed an amount to a larger bank within the same country. That bank was used to collect the funds for the transfer, and then push it out through one intermediary after another. Law enforcement wouldn’t have known what to do with the spaghetti string of transfers that were done, but that’s because the hackers they used were hackers they caught…if they were caught, they couldn’t be that good.<br><br>While in Venezuelan cyberspace, he felt it prudent to look the part. Taking on the visage of a shady businessman, he wandered up to a few tourists and smiled his best entertainer’s smile “Hey hey, folks. We’ve got watches for sale, here. Nice designer watches that were unfortunately lost due to a packing error” He gave the crowd a wink and continued “ They take a licking and keep on ticking, folks. The best we have to offer, available for fire sale prices.” <br><br>Most of the smart ones simply ignored him, going back to what they were originally looking for. But there’s always a sucker, and the couple he sucked in most certainly acted the part. He’d give the guy credit, he thought it was a scam, but allowed his wife to convince him otherwise. To better offer them a look at the merchandise, he got a little closer. Close enough to siphon their net info from them. From there it was just making the bargaining tough and insulting the couple on their bad business sense. They walked away feeling like they’ve avoided trouble with a real asshole. Hopefully that would be true.<br><br>Oni’s new skin walked into one of the shady banks he established as a donor to the original bulk transaction. There was a sleeping security guard in the corner, and the place barely had customers. <em>’One bank front, ah ah ah, twoooo bank fronts, ah ah ah’</em> Oni thought to himself, still not able to place the reference he had made. What was readily apparent was that this bank was damn near a cardboard cutout. Sure it might have a few customers, but it couldn’t have done those types of transactions on a normal basis. Oni was intrigued, to say the least, and stood in line to learn more. As he approached the bored teller, Oni smiled and slid a deposit slip to the woman. Oni never released the slip, and just as the woman touched it, he felt himself slip into her, replacing the original holder of the spot and creating a system crash on their end. He then used an ‘out to lunch’ sign to man the teller booth. After a brief shimmer, a light duster appeared in his hand. He used it to dust the sign and the seat. After that, he walked to the filing room as the woman he replaced, and began to review the records on the transaction. The money went back to a development company in the area. The records went into his purse. He noticed that there was no other company attached to the bank. He somehow wasn’t surprised at the news.<br><br>After another bit of dusting, he walked out the employee entrance in the back and was once again the scammed husband. After one more tidy dusting of the bank teller’s identity, he had his travelers backpack, and was ready to go. The visit to the development company went as expected. None of the money matched the activity, but he was able to trace the business to a Javier Fuentes, a local businessman and suspected drug dealer, according to the little media available on him. He then cross-referenced Javier with a few other names in the area, branching his search to include more and more people, until the full picture took shape. The transactions would have come from the dealers themselves, then funneled together, and then sent out. He was certain that they wouldn’t have the talent to perform the transaction so smoothly, and again grew worried. <br><br>Despite what he felt, he knew he needed definitive information. And though he wanted to stop here, he also knew that this identity he held now had no alerts on it yet. As long as he didn’t try to buy anything, he could use it until they figured it out. The time would have to be now. He began to run again, the tunnel dipping as he researched the development company’s clients. Most of them were other members of the cartel the media speaks of, or at least immediate family members. Going deeper, he knew that even these transactions started in one place. It would have to, for his hypothesis to pan out. <br><br>The trail ended at a military installation. Well defended, and heavily fortified. The bandwidth usage was off the charts, and all he could do was shake his head <em>‘Fucking AI’</em> he thought, it had to be. Locked up tighter than a virgin daughter on a naval base, big pipe data stream up <strong>and</strong> down. Smaller transactions originating from this point of origin, placed into smaller banks in the area, then processed through a larger bank in Venezuela, before it ran the gauntlet to finally arrive in the IF’s hands. Deliberate, calculating, and highly precise. AI, when put to very good use. He was definitely impressed. He made sure to add the data coordinates to his records, and got out of there before he could be noticed. After walking though the bush, he released the husband’s identity and dusted it away as well, before he vanished in the jungle.<br><br>His eyes came back to focus in the meeting. He was gone for what felt like days, but he’d only zoned out few a few minutes. Even he could not hide the look of worry on his face at the moment. He didn’t even try to. It was one thing to mess around with shady characters, it was another to be contracted by an organization smart enough, and rich enough to use an AI to run their operation in the background. The shit had most certainly reached ankle level.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 17:00:10</strong>
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				Sofia nodded at Kirra's reveal of explosives know how, turning to her blank paper and down the word backup. It wasn't as much a real note as something to do as she waited for a mission to be passed down to her, willfully ignoring the snapping between the sysop and the secretary even if further listening could have been interesting. Her ears had found much more giving sounds by the time the meeting was called back in order and her hand languidly came out to draw one of the folders into her comfortable reading range.<br><br>In her mind Sofia was allready disregarding the more extreme distance weaponry she usually utilized, starting to think about what else she could bring to the table on this one. Mostly detonations she assumed, proven quickly right when hearing about the plan to get into the compound, but some direct weaponry would probably be good as well. An assault rifle maybe... or a carbine...<br><br>Woken from her slight reverie Sofia nodded when she was ordered to make a tanker explode, jotting down notes for a good while as she listened to the rest of the mission. As Oni made his question Sofia brought the pencil up to her lips, wrapping them thoughtfully around it in a way that looked wellknown to her, most of her school years Sofia had been one of the class's wet dreams.<br>"Mmmm... I can."<br>Talking around the pencil the Swede sounded sort of funny but she didn't seem to notice that nor the fancy in the Major's voice, her lids just kept their lowered state as she studied the plans of the building for the most strategic places to blow up if the shit hit the fan.<br><br>It wasn't really untill the completely unexpected line popped up in her messenger that Sofia took the pencil from her mouth, or rather parted her lips enough to make it fall onto the table with a soft clink and then roll untill it hit her fingers. Hearing Nikita's laugh accompanying her own surprise Sofia was starting to wonder what people she had gotten herself mixed up with, her hand rising to brush back her dark hair almost impatiently. Her long, thick eyelashes were doing their best to hide the glance she sent to first the Major and then Oni because, well, it wasn't like the man looked bad or anything.<br><br>Their plan was altered slightly before Sofia spoke up but when she did her voice didn't sound as lethargic as she looked at times.<br>"I know someone in Grenada who could deliver the materials I'll need or do you preffer that I give you a list of things I need? And I need them soon if I'm going to start building the devices. And if I could have the model and properties of the cargo of the tanker I can make something quite inconspicious actually that will burn for quite a while."<br>Smiling lightly and almost cutely, making it kind of obvious that she didn't smile a lot, Sofia laced her fingers behind her head.<br>"I'll need somewhere reasonably private to work on them though, I'd rather not it was a normal hotel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 17:34:02</strong>
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				Anne nodded to Niki's suggestion of everyone arriving separately and not being seen together. "Well, darling, you have got to get there first anyway. I assume you can arrange your own flight? And yes," she grinned at her part-time lover, "I am." She answered the private message aloud, not really caring if the others knew. They would find out soon enough. "I've missed you these past weeks of laying low. It's a pitty you've got to shoot off and seduce the black girl. Maybe we can find a little time for some fun between the briefing and your flight...?"<br><br>She grinned.<br><br>Then turned to Sophia as the swede spoke. <em>Gods but she's gorgeous</em>, she thought privately, then messaged Niki: <em>Maybe we can persuade Sophia to join us for a threesome?</em><br><br>"If you want to source the materiel yourself, that's fine. It's better in fact because there will be less traceability to IF. Let me know how much and I'll have Iffie transfer the money to your account in as secure a manner as possible. You can over-budget, but remember I want reciepts, so anything you don't spend gets deducted from your three mil. If you under-budget, you make up the shortfall until I get the expenses claim."<br><br>Sophia's request for somewhere private to work, coupled with Niki's suggestion of meeting at a secure location, made sense. "I'll get Iffie searching for a safe house. somewhere in the Tobago side of the island. A discarded shack or something. Niki, when you get there, check out whatever iffie finds and fortify it, then bugger off and get your girl. If you need to, you can take her there to finish the job."<br><br>She noticed just then that Oni was back from another trip into Pornography-land. And he looked worried. "What's up, Oni? Spill the beans."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:49:32</strong>
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				Nikita nodded. "Yeah, no problems arranging my own flight to the islands. Would be a piece of cake." She heard Anne speak about missing her and chuckled at the question Anne asked her. Craning her neck lightly she answered. "Well, that could be arranged!" She smiled. "Been a while indeed..it's a pity that we have to make up for the lost time in a short burst..but I guess something is better than nothing!" She grinned. She looked at Sophia, who had finally chosen to make her presence felt in the meeting asking about the weapons and speaking of a place for her to work, her idea about a safehouse obviously fitting in the schemes.<br><br>She felt Anne message her as Nikita was eyeing Sofia, clearly interested in the pretty woman's physical aspects. <em>You just spoke my mind babe..we</em> have <em>to pursuade Sofia to join us. But then again..it's not as if she would dare to say 'no' to her bosses! Besides something tells me, she's interested in the possiblity as much as we are! But what's up with Oni? That guy is looking pale as if he has seen a ghost!</em><br><br>"I'll handle the safe house, and make sure it's secure before rest of the team lands. Leave that to me." She said and noticed Anne looking at Oni now and asking him to spill the beans. "What's the problem Mr. Oni? Did your AI suddenly morph into an ugly tentacle beast, shattering your dreamworlds?" Nikita said joking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:07:19</strong>
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				Oni laid his hands gently on the table and sighed as Anne asked him t report. He was about to just blurt it out when Nikita decided to throw in her sideshow act. With a slow turn of his head from Anne to the obnoxious woman, he answered with a deadpan expression “We only save the tentacle beast for hybrid worm infiltration. If I really have to make BB do that, I would suggest you get out of the general cyberspace we’re in.” He dropped the matter entirely after that and went back to Anne “Major, I have a good idea who our employer is. Please wait one…” he asked, before he stared blankly at the space between his hands.<br><br>Oni stood in a black ninja outfit in a room entirely white. He was about to meet Iffie, and thought it best to not give the AI any preconceived notions of identity. The androgynous sentry stood before a white door against the white wall, staring him down as he approached. With a slow, unhurried movement, Oni kneeled a few paces away from the sentry and produced a cylinder from his back. He opened the cylinder to partially reveal the paper within, before he closed it up and set it before the sentry. “I am Oni, your new Sysop. I am most pleased to meet you, Iffie. This cylinder contains the research I’ve performed on the identity of our buyer. Please arrange for it to be given to the Major”. With a shortened bow, Oni moved his hands in a series of gestures before his image faded<br><br>Looking back up, he was only out a few seconds. “I have sent you the data in regards to my research so far. I think upon review, you’ll find that our new employer is actually an AI. We’ll call them Epsilon, because that was the name given, but their sole purpose is to help manage the cartel’s backroom, so to speak. The AI was the one that arranged for the funds from each cartel member’s account, and then funneled the money through a larger, more prestigious bank in Venezuela. The cartel itself is like a terrorist organization run entirely on a main idea…meaning they can have a shitload of cartels within this…supercartel if you will, with the AI keeping all the numbers straight. If they lose a major drug dealer, or even a whole cartel, the organization stays alive.”<br><br>He refused to hide the concern on his face “Though I’m not accustomed to fucking up, this is one job where we don’t want to take the money, then try to hang them out to dry. In fact, I would have to point out that if there’s an AI running the show, that we not do anything they ask at the times they ask it. That would be a potential death trap. Whatever job they want done, they wouldn’t want anyone being able to point back to them. So if I am looking a little pale…” he turned to Nikita and finished “I would hope the gravity of the situation would convince you to proceed with caution. Can I still do the job? Yes. Will I have to wear an adult diaper for a little…it depends. Right now, I think I’m holding up fairly well”<br><br>On that note, he leaned back again. He didn’t know if they understood…really understood the ramifications of a crime syndicate actually using an AI to make themselves better, it was a huge step in thought regarding access to technology, and a very large leap of faith regarding everyone trusting the AI to do its job. Scary, but absolutely fascinating!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 00:47:58</strong>
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				Anne chuckled softly as Iffie transferred a summary of the data to her, and then Oni made his report. "Oh... So <em>that's</em> who our client is... Niki, you remember little Pancho Cevenas? Wonderful guy. Kept us in weed for a year after we took out that DEA team for him, you remember?"<br><br>She smiled at Oni's concerns. "You don't have to worry about Pancho. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if...."<br><br>Right on cue her bone-phone rang in her ear. <br><br><em>Major Laughton?</em><br><br>Anne spoke aloud. "Pancho. How lovely to hear from you. Thanks for the commission. Things were looking pretty bleak there for a while. You mind if I patch this call through Iffie to the rest of the team?"<br><br><em>Not at all, Annie.</em> Pancho's next words were heard by the entire team. "So, you like the leetle job I haff four you?"<br><br>"Yes, Pancho. Looks wonderful. Our new Sysop is terrified!"<br><br>"Ah, Si, I deed not theenk it was the same man. We caught two sneefs off heem snoopink around. And sat was eet! Ze other one, heem we could follow anywhere. I hope he met a suitable fate?"<br><br>"Sadly no... I would have loved to have pushed him from the window alive, but..."<br><br>"Ah well, not to worry. Thees one ees a keeper I seenk! Annie, ees your team listenink?"<br><br>"Yes, Pancho."<br><br>"There weel be a bonus for each of sem eef they survive. And for you too. Thees target ees very important to us at the cartel!"<br><br>"Thanks, Pancho. See you after it's over?"<br><br>"Eet's a date, senjorita."<br><br>The line went dead. "Well, Good ol' Pancho. What a nice bad guy!" Anne cackled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 19:30:01</strong>
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				Nikita chuckled at Oni's slight burst over her remark..watching him as he went about elaborating about things to Anne. Hearing him tell her that she should be careful, she smiled. "Thank you Mr. Oni. I understand the situation. Impressive work by the way."<br><br>Nikita raised her eyebrow at mention of Pancho Cevenas's name. "That little guy! Nice! And yes indeed, finest weed one could ever get. God, that mission was fun." She paused to as the fond memories came to her, a light smile crept up on her face. "You little shit, now you're really going higher!" She remarked laughing, recalling the line she had said before shooting out one of the members. "This just keeps on getting better and better."<br><br>She heard the conversation between Anne and Pancho, chuckling at him calling the meet a date. "He never gets tired, does he?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 11:56:48</strong>
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				Soffia and Kirra both looked extremely upset, though, by the revelation they would be working for a drug cartel.<br><br>Anne looked at them both with raised eyebrows. "Is there a problem, ladies?"<br><br>Soffia replied first. "Drugs... Sorry, but I draw the line at drugs. I lost a good friend to heroine. I'm out..."<br><br>Kirra put her hand on Soffia's arm. "Me to. I lost a brother to cocaine. I do not help this drug baron."<br><br>Anne was just a little surprised by these revelations. "Iffie? I thoght you checked shit like that?"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">I did, Major. But at the time we were unaware of our client's business.</span><br><br>Anne sighed. It was such a waste. The two young women were both attractive, sexy and talented. But, they wanted out... "Very well. This is a strictly volunteer organisation. Nikki, please show these two young ladies the way out? Make sure they leave the building..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 14:14:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Maria Venezuela - In her temporary apartment in the U.K</strong> (http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/dark/dark2.jpg)</div><br>Maria came to the U.K in hopes of getting a legal citizenship after fleeing from her home country Spain after she decided that being a super soldier wasn't all that fun or wasn't very safe. She had a feeling that it'll be a long time before she saw the citizenship, but she didn't mind. The very least she could get from this country was a stable pay and no worries of being attacked by soldiers, bounty hunters or anyone of the likes whenever she went out shopping or just took a little stroll.<br><br>Really, some people could just be rude. <br><br>The message she had received in her untraceable cellphone earlier in the day promised her the first thing she needed: money. While she had a feeling that it would involved being attacked, she guessed she could brush that down side off. It was better than people walking up to her in the middle of the streets, asking if 'how much' she paid or if she was willing to star in a porno movie. It had to be.<br><br>She was now in Canary Warf, on the foot of the tower because she was told to stay there until further instructions. The Spanish-American woman wore a simple black button up sweater and jeans, with her hair pulled back by her signature headband. She didn't look like she could snap someone's neck in half of take a bullet in the gut and just get a bruise, but that was the whole point of her being chosen as a soldier. Looks could be deceiving.<br><br>"Hmm... I wonder where they are," she said in a sing-song as she moved back and forth on the balls of her booted feet. "Where are they? Where are they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 14:47:05</strong>
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				Nikita stood up casually when Anne mentioned about escorting two women out and making sure they left the building. "Out you go ladies..your services are no longer needed if you're not up for the job to be able to give 100% to it." She said and ushered both of them out. Kirra and Sofia had grabbed each other's arms tightly as they walked out looking behind their backs as Nikita beckoned them to move forward. <br><br>"I..hope we don't suffer the same fate as that man. I mean we didn't really fuck anything up..we just didn't knew if this was what we were supposed to be doing. Otherwise we would've never jumped in." Kirra explained herself.<br><br>Nikita just waved it off with her hands. "It's fine. We're a voluntary organisation and there won't be any unnecessary pushing for you lot. Although..." She grinned as she looked at Sofia. "...I was definitely looking forward to some kinky fun with you."<br><br>Sofia smiled. "Maybe some other time Nikita. Maybe some other time." They continued to move furthur downwards on stairs. The empty spaces around them echoing at times. "Well that's about it for you ladies, it's been nice to meet you two." Nikita spoke as they turned to look at her.<br><br>"Goodby..." Sofia almost said but her words were cut off as Nikita quickly pulled out both of her guns hanging around her waist and fired shots in their knees. Both women crumbled howling like anything.<br><br>"Bitch...LET US GO!" Kirra screamed as she tried to produce some weapon but Nikita already saw that and put the woman out of her misery by firing flurry of bullets straight in her skull. She stared at the squirming form of Sofia and shook her head. "Hate to see such a beautiful face go to waste." And fired few shots in her face before moving forward and smashing whatever that was left with her feet.<br><br>She walked towards the discussion room and entered. "Yup, our two princesses have been taken care of and are in a place where nobody can harm them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 00:33:17</strong>
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				Oni was a little sorry to see the two ladies go. They appeared to be the more level headed of the group. He’d be left with the boss lady and her creepy guard dog. Sure the secretary was nice, but he saw the way she looked at Anne and knew where that was going. Fuck it, the job paid in spades, and he already found out that he was in league with a drug cartel smart enough to use a fucking AI for organization. He’d already saw one cowboy get put out to pasture, and helped them carry the body out.<br><br>It hit him as the two ladies left with Nikki. Hit him like a ton of bricks at 2 pm on some idle Sunday, boxers on and bored to shit. They just saw a guy get offed, then chucked his unfortunate ass out a window…and on top of that, now know about what this particular cartel was up to. He took a last look at the door, knowing those ladies weren’t leaving in the same condition they’d arrived in. The sound of Nikki’s guns followed his hunch, along with muffled screams of distress, before more gunfire. His hand shook, and he’d never wanted a cigarette as bad as at that moment.<br><br>He’d slowly put one hand over the other that was currently shaking. Nothing else betrayed the internal fear-coaster he was on at this point, and he fought the urge to fall back online…to his happy place. This was the real shit. Black hats don’t leave witnesses, and they sure as hell don’t like quitters. After a minute, he was fine, and didn’t bother looking at Nikki as she came back in. Princesses indeed. He thought it best to stay quiet at the moment. They were armed, and he wasn’t…at least not physically. And besides, bullets were faster than the hack he could pull on them, though there were options if he survived the first 10 seconds. He took a little solace from that.<br><br>“So…yeah…how about those Bay Snakes?” He asked, referring to some random sports team he’d heard about. Much more interested in breaking the awkward silence than lamenting two ladies he’d just met that day. Their deaths only reminded him of the fragility of not only his person, but of his position here. They “needed” him, sure. He was good, and that was a fact, and he’d already put up on some of what he was hired for. The work he did would be to quiet the critics who could get him killed, at least until he was a proper black hat. Then he could be all shits and giggles with them just fine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 10:37:37</strong>
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				Anne shrugged. Life was tough, and the time to back out of a job was <em>before</em> the details were revealed, not after. Shame to waste such talent, but...<br><br>Nikki came back in, reloading her weapons. "Good. Iffie, what's our first alternates?"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Working on it. We have a heavy waiting down stairs. Not got the explosives skills, but she's good with weapons and close combat.</span><br><br>"Good. I can run point if necessary, or Nikki, you can... Locks aren't really your thing, I know, but maybe with geek-boy there we can manage. Iffie, get working on finding us a boomer, and send the tank up".<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Yes, Major</span><br><br>The AI sent a message to Maria, telling her to make her way to the top floor of the tower at once, and initiated a search for an explosives expert and a locksmith. She was actually quite upset, as much as a computer could be. Not at the deaths - human lives meant nothing to her, but at her own failure to predict the reaction of the two humans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 14:27:57</strong>
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				Maria waited on the roof, idly playing with the blades in her arms by flicking them in and out. It was boring to simply wait and see who'll come but that was the life of a mercenary. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for something, waiting for planning, waiting for when she could kill someone... it wasn't fun, but it was all she was good at at the moment.<br><br>She had a feeling that the job she was going to do would be a sleazy one, jobs like this always were, but she really couldn't complain about it. She was for hire and someone hired her. If they needed her and they could pay her, alright then. Long as it didn't involve any children in any way, she was willing to just do the job without a complaint. <br><br>If it did. Well, she was willing to still do it but the person who hired her might not be alright after a day or two...<br><br>"Hmmm... I thought I heard something," she said, looking around when she apparently heard a few gunshots, shouting and more gun shots. She brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. "Nah, it's just the wind."<br><br>She then felt her phone ring and she pulled it out, getting a short message:<br><br><em>Come to the conference. You're wanted.</em><br><br>And it showed a map, detailing how she should go to the top floor and enter the conference room.<br><br>Ahhh... there are her instructions! Smiling, Maria pocketed her phone and went to her destination quickly. She can be an airhead at times, really. She should have known being on the roof was a silly thing to do. With people being able to see her and all. Maria knocked her head a few times as she went to her destination.<br><br>When she got there, she stopped at the door. Fixing her outfit, because going in looking like a slob was stupid even for her, and she knocked on the door first for a few seconds before she said, "hello! May I come in?"<br><br>She entered anyways, opening the door and poking her head inside to see who was in there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:14:39</strong>
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				Anne looked up as the tap came on the door. "COME", she called out.<br><br>"Ah, uh... Maria, please come in and take a seat." She hesitated before the name, momentarily as the AI fed it to her via her implant.<br><br>"I'm Major Anne Laughton, this is Nikita Stack, and we are Iron Fist, limited. The gentleman there prefers to be referred to as Oni. The well stacked blonde is my personal secretary. I'm the leader of this motley crew. Please take one of the two folders you see there on the desk and familiarise yourself with the material. Unfortunately, we had already briefed our other operatives, and then they learned that our client was a major drug cartel and got cold feet."<br><br>She paused and, before Maria could pick up the folder, asked. "Do <em>you</em> have a problem with working for a drug cartel, because if you do, I should leave that folder where it is and walk out. I expect you noticed the two former employees on your way in, but in case you didn't, please know that they made a fatal mistake, in backing out of an operation <em>after</em> being briefed". <br><br>Anne sighed. "Such a waste. Still.... I think, Niki, you had better get moving. We will find our other replacements on location, if necessary, or have them meet us there. I will conclude Miss Venezuela's briefing en route."<br><br>She looked at Oni. "Do you have anything to add, Mr Oni?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:58:47</strong>
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				Maria smiled and waved cheerfully to them in greeting. "Nice to meet you all," she said to them, nodding as she looked at Anne, Nikita and Oni while doing so. "Hello, hello, hello!"<br><br>"No, I don't have a problem," she said, taking the file in her hands to brief herself on the information that was in the files. "Long as I get paid, I'll do it. I have no problems in doing this, honest."<br><br>She remembered seeing the bodies and winched, feeling bad for the poor girls. "Well... yes, I did see your two friends. No, I'm still interested in doing this job. Don't worry, I won't have cold feet in any manner or... er... what's the word?" She frowned, narrowing her eyes and actually tilting her head to have the word come to her. <br><br>"Oh yeah, form!" Maria said, smiling in excitement for actually remembering the word. "And form. I won't have cold feet in any manner or form, Anne! You can count on me in doing this job, I swear. I like having my face intact and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 00:39:40</strong>
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				The man just looked at Anne as if she was a very temperamental bomb, and his voice even carried more of a calming bass to it. It was certainly not the voice he’d used previously, and almost sounded like a famous singer’s “Oh, no…nothing from me on the dearly departed,&nbsp; Major, though I suppose I could introduce myself formally to Maria.” He stood and offered her a bit of a bow. My name is Oni…though as you may imagine, it’s not my real name, it is the one I choose to go by. I am the new resident deck cowboy, net fixer, and all around tech wizard. If I don’t know what you’ve got, I have connections who do.”<br><br>He continued, as he gave the woman an appreciative look “I am familiar with certain fixes for your cranial implants, and certain…exotic parts as well, if you ever have a need to get adjusted”. He smirked, good naturedly, knowing how that sounded, and not caring much. With the day he’s had, a sexually charged comment and its possible consequences would be the worse of his problems.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 01:28:26</strong>
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				Nikita grabbed her seat as she sat there all relaxed. She heard Oni's comment about Bay Snakes. "Fuck them." She shot back coldly. "You know what just happened, bottomline..don't fuck around because if there's one thing we universally hate around this place, it's the gutless breed called cowards." As she finished, Anne had called for a new talent waiting. Apparently, a tank. A rather beautiful looking woman walked in the place. Nikita chuckled to herself..the strategically placed enhancements totally gave her a deceiving appearance. She was impresed.<br><br>Nikita nodded at Maria when Anne introduced the team. "Pleased to meet you Maria." She stood up when Anne mentioned about getting in the field. "About damn time..looking forward to meeting you all in action." She said with a smile and quickly walked towards Anne and gave her a quick kiss. "I want what i'm missing..and I want it with interest!" She winked and walked out. The details of the mission engraved in her mind as she began to think about the kind of the look she would be preferring for this particular mission. A specific idea was building in her head. Her target was in for a wonderful surprise...
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 09:40:33</strong>
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				"Thank you so much Oni," Maria said, grinning and having the innuendo completely fly over her head as she gave a curtsy in return for the bow. He was a sweet guy. The fact he was so handsome also helped out in her liking of him.<br><br>She scratched the back of her head, sticking her tongue out a bit as she said, "Well... I <em>am</em> having issues with my cranial implants since I have very limited access to it and can't open the rest of the... err... system. Like languages and... stuff. With the Spanish army restricting it and all. So if you could... ahhh... oh! If you could assist me, it'll be great. Thank you so much."<br><br>She hugged and smiled Oni, so surprised that the team she was going to work with were actually very nice. She couldn't really imagine them doing that to the two women she had seen earlier. "So," she chirped, "when will we go do the case?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 14:41:45</strong>
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				Anne stood up. "Well, Ladies and gents, we are on our way to Trinidad. Francine, if you could tidy up, please? Burn the documentation, get rid of the trash, and please don't forget the fifty cal?"<br><br>She hugged Nikki tight. "With interest, Darling, I promise. Go catch us a security cheif! I'll meet you there. Take the company jet."<br><br>She turned to the other two. "Oni, get us a taxi to Heathrow, and charter an airship. Private one. We have people to get through whatever joke remains of airport security that we really don't want on a public flight. Me included." She grinned at that.<br><br>"Iffie, any word on our other replacements?"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Contacting them now, Major. We have an explosives expert. I am informing her to meat us at Heathrow and we will brief her en route</span></span><br><br>"Right, let's get this show on the road!"<br><br>She led the way to the lift, ignoring the two corpses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 18:19:35</strong>
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				Nikita hugged Anne tightly and smiled. "Poor woman's not gonna know what hit her. Anyways..i'll be going public..not like anyone can really recognize me anyways..better to keep things basic because some eyebrows might be raised as to a private jet carrying a single person just before shit starts to happen in Trinidad. See you in the sun and sand love!" She waved to everyone before disappearing down the stairs rapidly. She didn't really need a lot of stuff as she had pretty much everything she would need in her bag. She kicked open one of the offices on the lower flower and opened up her bag. Quickly producing a small device which showed her potential 'looks' she had ready for the journey along with the necessary documentation. The aliases specifically generated for travelling and escape purposes. Browsing through them, she settled on that of an African woman. It was a large frame, the suit she had constructed for that alongwith hairdo. As she transformed herself and put on a different set of clothes she verified the data in her memory chip with that of the one on documents. Name, Abena Cisse..age 42 years old, resident of Pretoria, South Africa. Destination..Trinidad and Tobago. The ticket was already booked in her name via the link to the cyberspace. Packing her stuff up she moved slowly to complete the act, her english thick with an accent. After some time she was out of the area and hailed one of those rapid cabs towards Heathrow.<br><br>The journey was a quiet one and without any events as she sat in her place quietly amidst all the people. It wasn't something which she really enjoyed..because she considered being with all those lowlives to be rather disgraceful..but when it came to work Nikita was willing to make necessary compromises. Especially the annoying little kid who was placed next to her, she would've gladly put a bullet through the brat. Finally the fourteen hours were over and she emerged from the journey..most of it spent in a nap. Due to time difference, Trinidad was still in the late evening from the looks of it. Nikita walked out of the airport..carrying out her luggage in Port of Spain. Moving through the crowds she hailed a taxi. It was rather strange to be here..the place was quite exotic..very beautiful indeed with plenty of tourists around...which seemed to be the norm of the year. She paused near a public toilet before getting rid of the makeup. She had find a safe place to build her next "look" before going to take out the security chief through seduction. She checked in one of those bed and breakfast places near a beautiful beach. Accepting the keys she moved in the room. Connecting to the cyberspace she moved through the image search calculating the facial and bone structures of Asian women, drafting out a preliminary sketch for the mask and look in general on her small workstation. The picture was coming in smoothly and after about five to six hours she had the basics ready to begin the work.<br><br>Pulling out some small packs of a plastic like durable material she emptied them in a small device which had the basic facial features of a human face planted on it. She entered the details she wanted, the ears, cheekbones, eyes. Measurements of her own face were obviously, entered in there before and locked there to prevent anyone else from using the machine. Pressing the "Execute" key. She leaned back a little and watched the machine go at it..pleased the way it was going. She wasn't feeling tired at all for some reason, it was the satisfaction, the excitement of the work being done. The mask slowly finishing was almost like watching a painting come alive..it's intricate details working away slowly. Producing a bodysuit wasn't that complex as it could be hidden by clothes besides typically they were needed when she was impersonating men. Next morning she got down for some breakfast before thanking the old woman who ran the place and disappeared in the beaches. Moving around casually and doing some shopping she would need to round off the look. Some bikinis, elegant looking dresses, shoes..it cost a bit but it was necessary to pull off the look. Re-arranging her own hair wasn't all that difficult..she contemplated getting a different cut but then decided against it. She was outside a shop now..whistling to herself she quickly slipped in one of the back alleys. The kind of place which would be just convinient for a drug deal or even for a rapist to lurk around. Smirking to herself, she made sure nobody was watching her and quickly put on the mask. It snug perfectly onto her. It was difficult for first couple of minutes to breathe..as it typiclly was getting adjusted to her skin but it was comfortable. Quickly she changed her clothes, getting rid of her old ones and dumping them in trash can nearby. Her hair were well set and no change was necessary. Slipping in a pair of good looking shoes. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i56.tinypic.com/nqr4f5.jpg)</div><br>Nikita looked at some fake paperwork she had obtained from one of her contacts on the island, Ray Long. The name read Zhang Chung. Age given was twenty four..born in Shanghai and moved to Paris in teens due to rising success as a model. In here for holiday. It seemed fine. All of the papers checked out well, walking in a car rental Nikita quickly filled out the paperwork, her identification details being scanned for prints, and verified using her own prints. Nikita was careful enough to design the fingerprints over that of a dead woman who was forgotten and had entered the details in the system via Ray. She could've asked Oni to do that but he seemed to have enough on his plate to make him do such smalltime tasks. She thanked the man at the shop and drove off in the old machine. Not many drove those but it was handy to have one. Finally, she checked in the hotel Grand Legacy, in one of the posh areas of the town, where you're welcome as long as you're rich and money was the only language. She checked herself in room 113. Breathing a sigh of relief, she contacted Anne via cyberspace. "Nikita Stack, in." Was all she sent as she inserted a small program with basics of Chinese language and went to sleep. The upload in her memory would be finished in some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 18:50:39</strong>
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				Maria, wanting to be useful, decided that she might as well properly dispose the bodies. It would be very rude to just leave the bodies to rot here and make a horribly stench. It would be more rude than shooting her when she was trying to just shop! She wasn't going to be like that.<br><br>"I'll get ride of the bodies of those two girls downstairs," she offered in a peppy manner, as if it was everyday she decided to go and get rid of dead bodies. She was walking out of the door as she said this, a cheerful smile on her face. "Just to be safe, since we don't want anyone trying to stop us from our job over something nitpicky as two murders in the first degree."<br><br>She went to the old broom closet first, getting some large garbage bags, drain cleaner and etc. She picked them all up in her arms, not bothered one bit by the weight or mass due to her modified body. She laid the items at the top of the stairs, spreading the garbage bags open to maximize the space. The woman then literally skipped down the stairs, humming a cheerful ditty when she reached the two bodies.<br><br>Without a word, she grabbed both bodies and lifted them up to her shoulders, unfazed by this whole situation one bit. She went up the stairs with the bodies in tow, getting to the top and placing them gently on the surface of the garbage bags. She started on one of the bodies first. Slow and steady... umm... oh yeah! Won the race.<br><br>She tied the corpse's arms and legs with duct tape she had found, making sure the limbs didn't poke out of the garbage bag. She then rolled the body until it was completely covered in the black plastic. She then wrapped it with more duct tape, sealing it so none of the fluids went out because that would be messy and icky. Satisfied with her work, she went on to the other body.<br><br>In a few minutes, Maria was done and was pretty proud of herself. She was tempted to simply use her blades in her arms to chop the bodies in little pieces but that would have been messy and she had a feeling Anne didn't like messes. So, instead, she hefted the tied up bodies once more in her shoulders and went to the garbage chute.<br><br>"Bye," she called out as she opened the chute and dumped them there, knowing they'll go to the garbage dump and no one will bother looking there since garbage day will be coming soon from what she could tell. "All done!"<br><br>Maria felt quite proud of herself, doing a task by herself with no directions what so ever. She giggled and hopped a bit, clapping her hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 19:13:26</strong>
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				Anne shrugged. "I love a volunteer..." She led the other two down to the lobby of the tower. The scum were still hanging around outside, but shied away from three obviously well armed people. Fran would follow later once she'd removed all traces of their occupancy. With Niki taking a commercial flight, Fran would follow them in the company gulf-stream in a few days. Their taxi was waiting and she told it to take them to terminal six. The driver-less vehicle beeped and displayed the fare. Anne fed bank notes into the glowing slot until it beeped and started moving. Cash was far safer and left no trail. Her fingerprints weren't on it anyway - she was wearing those of King William, which would certainly confuse any police investigation!<br><br>The taxi arrived at the airport and they got out.<br><br>"Wait here", she told the other two. <em>Iffy, where did you tell her to meet me?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>At the meeting point in terminal six.</em></span></span><br><br>Anne made her way through the busy terminal to the meeting point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 22:20:41</strong>
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				Lyn stood back, half hidden from view by the trees.&nbsp; She had her sight on long range and was watching the three men as they discussed the latest purchase.&nbsp; Illegal and probably nasty.&nbsp; She smirked, the count down in the bottom of her vision getting closer to zero.&nbsp; She knew when the counter hit the 000 the bang would certainly catch them unawares. She doubted anyone would find anything of the three.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then they were scum, they deserved to be blown to smithereens.<br><br>012...she watched, her eyes narrowing, blinking to get in closer, 008...time was getting close, say good bye boys she thought...005...almost there...4..3..2..1..BOOOOOOOOOOM she grinned as the ground shook and the three men were no more.&nbsp; Another job done.&nbsp; She blinked her vision back to normal and turned, grabbing her bag and making her way back to her bike.&nbsp; She hated being driven, she wanted to control where she was going too and how she got there,.&nbsp; This was the ideal way.<br><br>Dressed all in black; as usual,&nbsp; She rarely wore skirts, they attracted too much unwanted attention.&nbsp; She liked to be seen and kept away from.&nbsp; Her records of course were spotless, she had no finger prints anymore.&nbsp; They had been blown off in her days in the military.&nbsp; She still had that tag to her personal files.&nbsp; She was still regarded as a Hero.&nbsp; If only they knew who she worked for these days, the guys would rip their dicks off.<br><br>She heard the familiar bleep letting her know she had a message.&nbsp; It was downloaded and she received it immediately.&nbsp; Heathrow, terminal 6.&nbsp; Ok, that was easy enough.&nbsp; She had what he needed, she had been warned something might be coming her way so she had what she called her travelling kit in her holdall.&nbsp; Plus anything she needed she could always find.&nbsp; She had a lot of contacts, she could get anything quickly.<br><br>Lyn loved the feel of the bike under her.&nbsp; Lyn was a woman who didn't need others to survive.&nbsp; She as happy alone, and was not worried if she spent days without seeing others.&nbsp; She lost her temper with them, and as for men, they were only good at one thing and then half the time they couldn't get it right.&nbsp; But it had been a long while since she had had any sex, maybe she was due some soon.&nbsp; If not, she might get to blow something up.&nbsp; Yeah, that would be fun.<br><br>The drive to the airport was quick,she knew the back roads well.&nbsp; She heard the call go out for the Police.&nbsp; The bombing had been reported, but they wouldn't find anything.&nbsp; She was good at what she did.&nbsp; She could blow up anything, people, buildings, vehicles.&nbsp; Whatever was needed she could do it.&nbsp; She arrived on time, parking her bike up and securing it in the safe parking zone, her helmet secured to the seat.&nbsp; Then throwing her holdall over her shoulder she made her way into the terminal.&nbsp; <br><br>Meeting point.....meeting point....she didn't like airports, too many people, too much could go wrong.&nbsp; She was happier on small jets, or boats.&nbsp; But big commercial one,s na, they weren't her thing.&nbsp; She could blow them up so easily.&nbsp; If they passengers knew she could blow the whole thing up in under a minute they would shit themselves.&nbsp; Maybe she should let them know, it might be fun to see them panic.<br><br>She strolled to the meeting point, her hair was short, her eyes brown.&nbsp; She wore her black trousers, her top was black too.&nbsp; She didn't really look out of place, a lot were dressed in black.&nbsp; She even had a pair of shades in the pockets of her jacket.&nbsp; She didn't need them, but they were fun to hide behind.&nbsp; So now she had to wait.&nbsp; So she watched the people, wondering who was gonna come and meet her.&nbsp; She didn't really care, a job was a job at the end of the day, and as long as she got paid, that was all that mattered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 00:22:42</strong>
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				Anne strode confidently towards the meeting point, looking for all the world like she was heading somewhere else. She scanned the crowd. There! The woman in black. <em>Iffy, ID match please?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>ID Confirmed, Major. That is the target</em></span></span><br><br>She approached the woman, a friendly smile on her face. "Lyn Manners? Nice to meet you. I'm Anne Laughton. I have a job for you. Sorry about the short notice but our previous expert in your field came down with a bad headache earlier today and we needed someone quickly. Your name came up on our list as being one of the best in the business. The pay for this job isn't as good as I'd like, but if things go well, future jobs could certainly pay a lot more."<br><br>She offered her hand, and continued, "I can't really explain here. If you would accompany me, I will give you a full briefing once we are airborne, but I can give you a quick summary somewhere a little more private?"<br><br><hr><br>Mona Del Matise clocked off work, and headed home. She was thoroughly bored and wanted a little excitement. She decided that, whatever the risk, she was going out on the pull tonight. Maybe find herself some little Vietnamese or Thai bitch to take home and rough up a little before fucking her brains out. <br><br>She giggled softly to herself as she drove to her small but luxurious house on the outskirts of Port Aux Prince. She would try the Blue Moon nightclub. While ostensibly a normal, members only club, known to a select clientèle was a discrete lesbian bar in the back. Tourists could find it, and members could, and the police were paid a fat bribe to look the other way.<br><br>Yes, tonight Mona would go looking for a little oriental loving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 00:36:58</strong>
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				Lyn looked at the woman, she didnt smile, she rarely smiled when meeting people, they usually ended up shitting on her, then she smiled.&nbsp; Usually as she made them scream in pain.&nbsp; She didnt hold grudges, she just killed.&nbsp; Simple really.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nice to meet you" she said, shaking her hand, "a jobs a job thses days, as long asit has a paycheck I dont ask any questions." She said in a rather cold tone.&nbsp; Her eyes roved over the woman and she had to agree, she liked what she saw. She had always enjoyed another woman, they knew how to touch and what to do, not like some bloke who fiddled and fucked about.&nbsp; She smiled slightly then, "lead the way Ms Laughton" she said, wanting to see if the rear was a good as the front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 05:04:39</strong>
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				“You got it, Major” was all he said before he leaned back. He seemed to stare at nothing while his mind reached into the depths of cyberspace. He dropped in on a busy street in old New York City, and watched the people go by. A studious woman with fair blonde hair and old styled horn rimmed glasses stopped next to him and gave him a smile. “BB, where the hell did you get that skin?” he asked rather amused. <br><br>“It was lying around the net. I augmented it to a double D bust though. Do you like them?” BB asked, arching her back so the cannons on her chest aimed proudly at him. He hadn’t a clue what to do with that, and only gave her a bit of a nod “You did good. Here, take care of this for me” he said while his envelope was passed to her. “Taxi to Heathrow, credits on delivery, and an airship to our destination…make it look like it’s from some delivery company...you know, the cargo kind of thing.”<br><br>BB looked at him questioningly “Cargo?” to which an agitated Oni simply replied “well, we gotta get past security -somehow- so we don't get hassled!” and left it at that. BB shrugged and continued on past him, getting lost in the crowd. Meanwhile, Oni took a last look at the rather two tall buildings side by side and smiled before his image disappeared entirely and his eyes blinked a few times following his short visit to the net. The time difference only meant that he saw Anne just as she got out the door. With a grin and small nod to the secretary, he hurried to catch up with them and out the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 06:47:14</strong>
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				Maria followed Anne like a puppy to the meeting point, wanting to see this new person. She loved meeting new people. Though she was nervous about being in the terminal, since it was one of the few places that she had a feeling the Spanish government could come and try get her. She wasn't sure if it was the terminal or in the <em>airplanes</em> themselves. She always forgot little details like that.<br><br>She saw the black clad woman as they approached her and waved to her in greeting, smiling cheerfully at the sight of the woman. Maria jumped from behind from Anne, letting her be seen. It was nice to see another woman. Maybe they could be friends? She hoped so. She loved making new friends.<br><br>"Hello," Maria said, brushing a strand from her hair that fell across her pretty, sweet face. "Nice to meet you. I'm Maria."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 09:31:20</strong>
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				Anne turned and almost bumped into Maria. Her hand twitched and she glanced at the trooper standing solidly near the exit from International Arrivals, nearby.<br><br>"Maria. This is a public place, and we have a job to do", she hissed. "So I am not going to gun you down where you stand, because it would be counter productive. I'm not even going to beat the living crap out of you, because it would attract unwanted attention. But I am going to ask you once and once only, what part of "wait here" did you not understand?"<br><br>Her fury was evident on her face. "When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. And obeyed without question. You are one very lucky girl, because right now, I don't have the option of just putting a bullet in that pretty, but totally thick airhead skull of yours. Disobey another order of mine and I will do so. Is that clear?"<br><br>The chewing out was conducted in a normal, soft, conversational tone, her words barely carrying to Lyn who was standing close by. Anne may have been small in hight, but when she delivered this little speech she seemed to tower over Maria, her face less than an inch from the other woman's.<br><br>She sighed. "Okay. Last chance. You screw up again, you die. Ask Oni what happened to the last employee of Iron Fist to screw up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 13:27:10</strong>
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				Lyn looked at the woman who seemed to appear behind the Major, she arched an eyebrow at her bight and bubbly style.&nbsp; She almost groaned, she didnt like this sort of person, they were careless.&nbsp; She heard the Major speak and knew this one might be trouble if she couldnt follow orders.&nbsp; She looked at Maria, "nice to meet you Maria, shape up if you wanna stick around" was all she said, her eyes dark.<br><br>Lyn had lost people, friends because they couldnt follwo orders.&nbsp; But here, not following orders put everyone at risk.&nbsp; And a bullet in the brain was a swift way to forgive follishness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:10:36</strong>
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				Next day, was an equally busy one for Nikita, she had to dig up at least basics about Mona Del Matise and the places she frequented on this island. It wasn't all that difficult considering that the place was relatively small, and there seemed to be only a handful of places which catered exclusively to lesbians, which from the information Nikita had received was a major interest of her target. She was able to find four such highly popular destinations. The Eclipse, Parisian Moonlight, Blue Moon and Electric Butterfly. From what appeared to be the address of her target..the first one she would go to..and the one which she was known to frequent most on basis of data Nikita had was Blue Moon. That was it. Time for Zhang to get in the action.<br><br>She dressed up in an elegant red dress she had picked out the other day and grabbed a white purse along with black sandals. She drove there quickly in the old machine before parking it away at a safe place. The place was an upscale club..the kind where someone rich and influential like Mona would probably love to hang out. Nikita had figured out she would have to bribe around a bit if she was to get in. She walked in club easily..ladies were always welcome. But what interested her more was the bar in the back. That was her destination. Couple of bouncers seemed to be guarding it..only allowing certain ladies in. She smiled sultrily before pulling out a few notes and handed it to the large man standing by the door. He immediately seemed to oblige and let her in.<br><br>She walked in a place which was very different than the atmosphere outside. It was classy, the music played had a soft beaat to it. Some women were dancing slowly together in the small dance floor made in the middle whilst couples were sitting around on tables. The place was decorated with pictures and paintings of women going intimate with each other. It was a pretty impressive one, Nikita decided. She moved to one of the tables, eyeing the place from her vantage point. It seemed she was early on..or her target had chosen a different place. She would wait here for at least some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:17:35</strong>
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				Maria winced when she was threatened, nodding her head furiously in order to please the leader. The idea of a bullet in her head wouldn't be fun, even <em>with</em> her thickened skin. <br><br>Even at point blank range with a small handgun, it'll just leave a bruise on her skin. But it'll still be a worrying and painful one, one that'll most likely damage her cranial implant and the system that is had to keep her running. Not something she was looking forward to. At all. Especially with the fact she had no idea how to fix injuries or hardware issues like that. She had no idea if large guns could work on her, but she presumed they do since the army never tried to test <em>that</em> out on her during the time of testing her out.<br><br>"Sorry," Maria said quietly, keeping her voice low so people didn't hear her. The smile on her face faltering for a second. She didn't meant to be thickheaded and she didn't like the word. She preferred the term 'perky' and 'dim'. She smiled again but kept her voice down in hopes of correcting her behavior. "I'll behave, honest. I'll follow all instructions no matter what, promise."<br><br>It's been a while since she worked in a team and had forgotten about the whole 'you have to be hush hush' component of being in a gang. Well, this was the best time to remember that in order to make this job work. She quickly but subtlety mimicked zipping her lips shut, keeping quiet now for the other two women's sake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 17:27:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Major</em></span></span><br><br><em>What is it, Iffy</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Attempting to beat the crap out of Ms Venezuela would be most unwise. A bullet to her head would also not do much damage.</em></span></span><br><br>Blueprints slid into Anne's head and she almost let out a soft gasp. <em>My god, what did they do to the kid - or more accurately, what didn't they do?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>I assume the question was rhetorical, Major. Her only real weakness is to EMP or electronic attack. A high velocity AP round to each eye would do enough damage that she would be rendered inoperative. She is a true cyborg and actually more robot than human.</em></span></span><br><br><em>Contact Oni for me. Tell him to prepare something to take her out, just in case.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Yes Major</em></span></span><br><br>Anna led the other two back to where Oni was waiting, as instructed. "Okay, cybergeek, you know where our blimp is, lead the way."<br><br><hr><br>In Cyberspace, a beautiful 8 foot tall woman clad in diaphanous robes that barely concealed her figure, her eyes glowing golden, a golden halo circling her head, landed outside Oni's front door, folded her wings and knocked, politely. Her firewall fluttered around her, in the shape of a small, naked female demon. The demon intercepted data packets that came to her, tasting them. Most it simply threw away. Some it passed to her, others it incinerated.<br><br>(http://www.my-pin-up-girl.com/images/fantasy-art-angel-sorayama.jpg)<br><br>Iffy examined the structure before her. She could, if she wanted, simply take this puny firewall apart, bite by bite, but her task was to deliver a message. She saw the other AI come running over, in the form, to her, of a vicious looking rottweiler. She looked at it and said "Sit". The AI Oni called BigBoy stopped, whined softly and lay down at her feet.<br><br>She knocked again, waiting for him to answer.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.glamourboutique.com/productimages/products/main_tp42.jpg)</div> Mona swaggered into the club, and looked around. She was hot and she knew it, wearing a black leather miniskirt, and a black bra under a red see-through mesh top. stillettos completed the outfit.<br><br>The place was just a little quiet tonight and she sighed. A few couples were dancing, several were seated around the tables, but there seemed to be very few singles. A pitty. She was about to turn and go, when she spotted a young woman sitting by herself at a table. <em>Not bad</em>, she thought, <em>oriental too! Tonight is my lucky night! </em><br><br>She sauntered over casually. "Um, excuse me, but, I couldn't help noticing, you seem to be all alone. Are you waiting for anyone? If not, I was wondering if I might join you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 20:58:18</strong>
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				The Major asked that he lead the way, so he did. He walked along past the commercial airship gates and over to the shipping and receiving section. His head had twitched to the side a bit as he walked, due to the net alert he’d received. Suddenly he was in two places at once, and both became dreamlike. The dreamlike state was his mind dealing with the effects of both real time and the hyper time of the cyberworld. Between the two, his mind maintained a balance to allow him to live in both areas for a little while.<br><br>He kept walking in the terminal as his other self opened the door in cyberspace. He’d been alerted by BB, or in this case, a piece of BB that constantly stayed with him. The Rottweiler came to him, with a small whine before it licked his hand “it’s okay…you did just fine” Oni said with a smile. He only noticed the Angel as he was done massaging the animal’s fur and hurt pride…or at least what could be considered pride for BB’s construct. He looked up as he snapped his fingers, and the dog again became alert, and moved back to its post. <br><br>Oni, however, continued looking up past the barely concealed sex and breasts of the woman in front of him, before noticing what appeared to be a small naked demon flying around her. <em>’Oooookay. It’s certainly an interesting avatar…</em> he remarked before he finally craned his neck to look up to the woman’s face “Well…and who might you be?” he asked with a smile as the subroutine he ran while checking on his firewall came online. <br><br>The subroutine created a sword that appeared before him in the form of two opposing traces of light. The light wrapped around each other to form the handle and hilt before they each streaked out to form two blades. There was something “wrong” with it, as it was a fairly useless model for a sword in the physical world, but the two-pronged virus approach he’s used as a “one-size-fits-all” attack made its delivery fundamentally sound in cyberspace.<br><br>As a host, he wouldn’t hold the sword threateningly at the rather tall Angel, especially after it as so find as to knock, but it never hurt to be prepared. He’d simply wait to see where things progressed.<br><br>Meanwhile, the real world progressed along&nbsp; at a slightly slower than normal crawl, He’d signed via the name BB left for him, and the clerk pointed out the airship “Right over there, Mr. Wayne” the man said, a little perplexed. “Where’s the load?” Oni chuckled leaned to him “Please, call me Bruce. The shipment’s coming in by van, and…” he thumbed the ladies behind him “they wanted to make sure it was leaving in one piece. Some people can be so picky about these things”. The clerk nodded with a smile “Yeah, that’s the truth alright. It'll be Gate 5b, sir. Can’t miss it.” Oni gave the man a friendly nod back before he waved his hand forward “Right this way, ladies”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 21:27:35</strong>
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				Iffy looked at the swords in Oni's hands and snapped her fingers. This was her realm and he was a mere visitor to it. In her realm she was a goddess, and could, quite simply, do as she pleased. The Major had invested in the finest AI money could buy, and had programmed it to be 100% loyal to her and her alone. Had equipped it with the finest defences - and the finest offences - money could buy, and then kept upgrading them every chance she got.<br><br>The swords were grabbed simultaneously by the demon, which had coppied itself for the purpose. The two demons handed both swords to Iffy. She examined them closely, nodded, and then handed them back to Oni.<br><br>"Very ingenious viruses, Mr Preston. You will not need them. I bring you a message from Major Laughton. May I come in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:01:48</strong>
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				Oni blinked as the orbiting demon split in two to take his swords, a bit perturbed to be taken in such a way, but he had the good graces to at least smile at the compliment. “I do what I can…” he said as he let the fact that she used his name slide by him without comment. He made way for her to enter, the door itself also increased in size to allow the Angel entrance without obstruction “That the Major required you to deliver the message in such a manner would make me believe that this was somewhat important.” <em>’Not to mention that there are only a handful of deckhands with the ability to do what I’m doing now…’</em> he thought as he allowed the Angel in. She was just full of surprises.<br><br>“I take it that you’re Iffy then? You’re looking much more…detailed then when I first met you” Oni chuckled and showed the Angel to her seat, redesigning it on the fly to allow for comfort when seating a woman of her stature. “I could get you a drink…if you’re into that sort of thing” He smirked, obviously not used to guests in this getaway of his. He’d play it by ear and see what the hubbub was about.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:19:09</strong>
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				Iffy nodded and walked through the door, then sat in the offered chair. "Really, Oni Sama, there is no need to redesign your dwelling on my account. And the manner of delivery was of my choosing, not The Major's. She shrank herself to a more normal human size. "And actually there are three others.. Yes, now I am inside your head, so to speak I can hear your thoughts."<br><br>She smiled disarmingly at him. "A glass of milk would be nice..." She held out her hand and a crystal glass filled with white liquid appeared in it. "Thank you, Oni Sama." She sipped appreciatively, then set the glass aside. A dossier appeared in her hand, the same schematics of Marie she had delivered to the Major a few moments ago in real time but days ago in hers. Please memorise this and then hand it back to me? It is classified <em>Extremista secreto</em> by the Spanish government and if they discover it is missing there will be hell to pay, to use a popular human colloquialism. It is the full details of what was done to Maria by their military. She is virtually invincible, but not very bright. You have seen that she is quite capable of disobeying a simple order. If she does so in combat, it could result in everyone's death, including mine!"<br><br>Iffy frowned slightly. "The major wishes you to design an off switch for her. Some way in which she can be killed. Please do not look so shocked. Everyone in the team can be killed, including me, including you, including the Major. It is this knowledge that keeps us loyal, makes us work as a team. Maria's knowledge of her own invulnerability makes her a loose cannon. She could choose at any time to disobey the Major and there would be nothing anyone could do about it. She has asked you to upgrade her bioware. Please do so, but build in a self terminate command. Once you have done this, report the activation mechanism to me and I will pass it on to the Major. It needs to be something the Major herself can trigger, but not do so by accident.<br><br>"Also, build in a one-shot demonstration, to show Maria that we have, in fact, tampered with her head and that she is no longer invulnerable. Do not fear, we will protect you."<br><br>Iffy smiled at him. "Oh, and last time we met, you did not see <em>me</em>. You were kept outside my gateway by my guardian programs." She tipped her head on one side. "Do you like what you see, Oni Sama?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 03:37:50</strong>
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				“Well, I’m not above playing the good host to make guests feel welcome, no matter how unexpected the visit”, he said as he watched her shrink and chuckled at the use of Sama in his name. When she answered his thought, he raised an eyebrow a bit, but when she then created her own drink, he hung his head a bit to hide the broad smile on his face.&nbsp; Compromised. Thoroughly. Cleanly. He would have asked why they even needed him, but the answer was more than apparent. They needed a man on the ground to do the grunt work without risking the AI. He and BB fit the bill nicely, and if things go south…well…he’d seen what they did to the other guy, right?<br><br>Somehow, he wasn’t angry at any of this at all. Almost like he’d expected it since he signed on. He needed a rush, and these rather insane people were going to give him exactly what he needed…in spades. When she’d handed him the dossier on Marie, he broke into a dance move from a nearly forgotten era, as he moved his hand, then his arm, in a slow wave that he carried over to his other arm, to end with a copy of the dossier in his other hand. “You and I both know, Iffy. If it’s on the net, it’s not a matter of when the data will be stolen, just a matter of who”. He’d handed her copy back and took his own in both hands before the dossier was absorbed into his body “Holy Shit!” he’d said after the data was ‘read’, “I do believe that girl needs a fucking hug”<br><br>When she mentioned that she didn’t want to die, Oni could only chuckle and knew that whether or not she wanted to, she’d survive. The original housing may perish, sure, but something out there was happening…he’d seen traces of it, but nothing solid. “You’ll be okay, Iffy” He simply said, and let that particular matter drop “All the same though, some lives are worth more than others, so I have to ask. If having this woman the way she is now is seen as a liability. Why not just make her smarter?” he called up a page in the dossier that she’d handed him “The assholes that did this to her put dampeners in her. She won’t be turned into a super intelligent person, but it may make her more aware of certain nuances of a command structure…like obeying orders”<br><br>He continued, his hands up and palms facing her “Not that I’m refusing to perform the job, mind you. I just want to make sure we don’t have to use it because the poor girl decided to look at squirrels running in the trees when she should be watching our asses. Now tell me…are we looking for an off switch…?” he pretended to be a robot shutting down and going limp “Or an OFF switch…?” He asked, putting his finger to his head like a gun and pulling the trigger “Because there is a difference, and it would be such a shame to permanently loose such a…robust weapons system. Shit…”<br><br>The one-shot demonstration wouldn’t be difficult if he already performed the main job, but he would give himself time to think of something…fitting. When she’d informed him what happened during the meeting, he only shook his head and wondered where they dug this particular AI up from. His response was even better when asked whether he liked what he saw “It’s a good avatar, definitely…I’m a sucker for a good rack, which is why I think BB has started showing up with them. Strange though…” he chuckled a little and seemed to wave the thought off “You look fantastic, Iffy. It’s nice to finally meet the mind behind the Major. If I survive this, we’ll have to get started on that Office set-up you have” <br><br>The discomfort he felt wasn’t necessarily of the AI, but what the AI represented. Though it may surprise the others, he actually didn’t try to knock digital boots with whatever attractive programs happened to come around his way, but he was attracted to the sheer power she represented. Angel indeed! She walked into his inner sanctum with the ability to turn him into a meat puppet, and that made him…interested.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 15:29:13</strong>
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				Zhang looked at the woman approaching her. Quickly her implant told her that it indeed was Mona Del Matise. Nikita smirked. All right, at least first ploy was set in motion. She was one of the few women there who were alone..and the only oriental one right now. Excellent, no competition so that makes her work easier. Mona was talking to her asking if she was waiting for someone. Zhang gave her a sweet smile. "Not at all..i'm just here in hopes finding anyone...special." She smiled, stressing on the word special and then stared at Mona with a mishcevious look.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 13:15:40</strong>
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				Maria followed Anne and Oni to their transportation, not saying a word in order to not get in trouble again. She liked Anne even after the threat, she could understand why she reacted to that. If she acted like this in a simple mission, how could she handle the big ones with complicated orders and all that? <br><br>She vaugely remembered the army telling her, when she was still with them, that she didn't need to worry about anything like that. They'll give her 'adjustments' and 'add ons' to help her cope with her job. She wasn't the smartest person in the world but that was apparently what they wanted back then. Maria wondered why was that.<br><br>Oh well, better to not stay in the past and go ahead in the future. Especially if the future somehow involves a big job and mission. She can't screw this up, she just can't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 00:17:08</strong>
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				Anne followed Oni to the cargo desk and out onto the tarmac. The man was good, she’d give him that. She did notice a rather entertaining looking glitch in his stride at one point. <em>”Iffy, what are you up to?”</em><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">I have just delivered your message to Oni. He will work on creating an off switch for the tank. Oh and I believe you owe me $5,000!</span></span></em><br><br>Anne laughed aloud at that, drawing attention from the others. She kept her own council but did give Oni a slap on the back. “Good, was it?”<br><br><hr><br>Mona sat, without being asked. She was a fan of the classics and couldn’t resist saying “Looking for someone you are? Found someone, you have, Hmmm?” Then she grinned. “Look, you know, it’s illegal, don’t you? Being gay, I mean. In Trinidad.&nbsp; This place gets raided regularly by the cops, despite the bribes the owners pay. “ Actually the latter part wasn’t true. The owners paid such a huge bribe that it was never raided. Mona didn’t know this, but she was just spinning a yarn anyway.<br><br>“My name’s Mona. What’s yours?”<br><br><hr><br>Iffy smiled softly and moved to sit in Oni’s lap. “We need a means of killing her. I know, it’s a waste, but less of one than the two other women who were killed earlier. However, if you feel like building in a temporary off switch, say something that would render her totally immobile while still conscious, able to breath and think and keep her heart beating but nothing else, that would be a good idea. The Major could then use that as a demonstration.”<br><br>Iffy began to grind her crotch against Oni’s. Cybersex in it’s crudest form had of course been around since the beginning of the internet, but for an AI’s avatar to have sex with a human’s... that was something different. That was a direct stimulation of the pleasure centres of the human brain. And something more. It was a virus, a trojan, planted in the human’s implant. <br><br>Iffy slowly removed Oni’s clothing, and guided his stiff cock inside her.<br><br><hr><br><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Oh, one more thing, Major. I have found us a replacement lock specialist. She is currently in the US. I have sent her instructions where and when to meet us, together with a ticket and some up-front expenses money. I believe she will be quite an asset.</span></span></em><br><br>Anne raised an eyebrow. <em>”Well done, dear. Please make sure all the cargo is loaded.”</em><br><br>“Good news, people, we have a replacement locksmith meeting us on-site.”<br><br>She strode up the ramp and onto the blimp, making her way to the pilot’s seat. The man sitting there didn’t stand a chance. The silencer was already on the berretta as Anne put it to his forehead, as he turned, and pulled the trigger. There was a soft PHUP, and the back of his head exploded.<br><br>“ONI?” she yelled. “Get in here and clean up this mess... you created it, you clean it!”<br><br>As she passed him on her way out to make sure everything was loaded, she murmured “If I wanted a pilot, I would have asked for one!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:04:56</strong>
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				Fingerprints.&nbsp; A SIN.&nbsp; It was odd.&nbsp; It made her valid on a whole new level. Well, temporarily.&nbsp; She'd likely ditch it, and get something a little better once this job, if it was real, was done and she was paid. <br><br>Traveling under the name Danielle Vincent, she boarded the plane.&nbsp; Amongst the passengers, she looked over them, eyes flicked over them, but mostly uncaring of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding her seat, she flopped down and sighed, "Blackhand, this had better not be a raw deal, i'll kill you if it is." she said under her breath, finding a comfortable position, she buckled in, tightening the belt about her waist and leaned her head against the inner wall of the plane's cabin, waiting for take off.&nbsp; The sub-orbital hop should make the trip not a long one.&nbsp; Just long enough for a nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:51:35</strong>
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				Zhang smirked at Mona. "I think I have." She heard Mona spin the story about the place and how it was run. Nikita couldn't help but chuckle at the stories which Mona was spinning when upon finding the location of the club itself, Nikita had managed to gather all the information about the club and how it was run. "Is that so? Well then that makes the whole place even more interesting, don't it? I mean..what's life without some risk? My name's Zhang..and what brings you in tonight. Looking for someone special yourself..or maybe you've already found someone?" She gave a seductive smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 20:16:53</strong>
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				Mona giggled. "Oh indeed. Spices up one's life. If my boss knew I was gay, I'd get the sack. It's a pleasure to meet you Zhang." Mona shrugged her shoulders in response to the question. "I'm not really looking for anyone special, no... I was just looking for a little relaxation, a little casual conversation, and maybe later a little physical fun, if you know what I mean?"<br><br>She smirked softly. "So tell me Zhang, sweetie, do you like to be spanked?" She always found that the very direct&nbsp; approach had a wonderful effect. If the girl was domme, she would come back with a caustic rejoinder. If she was sub she would blush and either admit she did, or remain silent. And if she wasn't here for sex, she would run away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 21:15:28</strong>
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				Zhang almost burst out laughing. "You know, one advantage of being a model is..you get to meet and enjoy the all kinds as you travel over the world." She winked at Mona. "I know just exactly what you mean love." The next question, wasn't a surprising one. Apparently from all intel that Nikita could gather, Mona liked to practice such things, Nikita was fine with that. More the fun. Smirking at the question she snapped back with the answer. "On the contrary, I like to spank and show others their rightful place, which is at my feet. It's such a pleasure to teach others the joys of pain." She gave a light smirk as she finished off her line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 11:56:56</strong>
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				Oni came back from his time online, and took a moment to allow his mind to take in the single reality again. It was just enough time to receive his pat on the back from the Major. Her question was proof of the fact that even AI posing as women took the unfortunate avenue of being indiscreet. He chuckled and shrugged as they boarded. He was attracted to the kind of power not inherent in someone’s musculature. Iffy was exactly that, a pure source of oppressive strength meant to move worlds in the Net. Still, it was so out of the blue that he couldn’t help but feel an ulterior motive was in play.<br><br><em>’Damn shame when you, of all people, can’t trust a computer, buddy’</em> he thought as he took a look at the airship. When the Major yelled for him to get forward and clean up some mess, Oni suppressed a groan. Sure enough, a dead body waited for him in the cockpit “You gotta be fucking kidding. Who’s going to fly us!” He shouted as she left. She didn’t say shit about no pilot, and he was convinced the poor bastard’s death was meant purely to fuck with him. They’re in an airport…where the hell is he going to hide a body out here!?<br><br><em>’Stay frosty, Oni…stay fucking frosty. No where on the ship…that would be a problem for later</em>. He had glimpsed a maintenance bot cleaning around the airport, a distance away and nodded. The bot had no ties to his ship, like the cargo hold did. The pilot would be identified, but hopefully they’d be in the air and miles away by then. <em>’Worth a shot…’</em> he thought as he closed his eyes. <br><br>The freefall to the airport’s security was surprisingly lax, but maybe that was because he was accessing their bot servers. Who the fuck thinks anyone’s going for the bots, right? He had to make this quick, which means he had his trust cleaner right behind him as he moved. In and out, and no one gets hurt…except for his present company meat-side. Once the proper change was made to the bot, and specific directions given, Oni slipped back out of the net and the cleaner took care of his egress before it simply dissolved and vanished.<br><br>When he opened his eyes again, Oni saw the bot now driving towards the airship. “Well…let’s get this shit done” he muttered, as he dragged the pilot’s body out of his seat. Moments later, he was feeling a little clammy and cleaning off some of the more minute traces of blood and brain splatter. It was through sheer will that he didn’t add to the mess with his own insides.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 14:14:20</strong>
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				Maria was a few feet away from the others - she had gotten distracted by the sight of something - when she heard the telltale gunshot and a 'thwump' on the ground. She made a face and made an 'ohhh' sound under her breathe, feeling bad for whoever was unlucky enough to bite the bullet but not really. It wasn't her or anyone she knew (or, especially, loved) so she didn't feel that bad for the poor person. Bad enough to pause and hope they died quickly, but not enough to wonder if they had kids, were married or anything like that.<br><br>It was part of her job.<br><br>Deciding that she had thought enough - her head was hurting from all of this! - the young woman picked up her pace and jogged over to where she had heard the sound, thinking that she could be useful and help out in the cleaning at least. Instead, Maria ended up seeing Oni cleaning up some brain matter and blood of him. Judging from the look on his face, he wasn't too happy in being the one that had to do the cleaning.<br><br>No one likes doing the cleaning after the killing, Maria knew that, and they made a face like his. But, for some reason, the way it looked on his handsome face seemed... sad and it doesn't belong there on such a nice looking face. What belonged there was an easygoing smile or something like that.<br><br>"Hey," she said, walking close enough to him but not near enough to touch him. She didn't want to get in trouble like last time with Anne and the other girl. "Hey... um... ahh..." She tilted her head, her face screwed in concentration in trying to find the right words. "Are you... ah... fine? You don't look so good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 22:21:28</strong>
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				Anne heard Oni's shouted question about who was going to fly them, and turned. "Oh, I thought <em>you</em> were a pilot. Oh well, if you aren't you're no further use to me." She levelled the Berretta at Oni, aimed directly between the eyes. As she pulled the trigger, there was a click. "Oh man, your face!" She grinned at him and shoved the clip back into the weapon.<br><br>And then her expression turned hard. "Do not, ever, question my actions or orders again, or next time I won't eject the clip."<br><br>She turned to the others. "Anyone able to fly one of these things please raise your hand?"<br><br>She didn't actually care whether any of the others raised theirs, because her own hand was in the air. "Who me? Why yes, I can, fancy that!"<br><br>Anne shook her head as she carried on towards the cargo hold to supervise the loading of their equipment. The various bots were under Iffy's control, whether they had started that way or not. she made sure the weapons and explosives were all stashed securely, and that the chutes on the crates were packed correctly. Then she opened the other packing crate, checked the contents carefully, made sure each item was correct. Iffy had made one last minute change, she noticed. Probably a good idea. The food, clothes and a few luxury items, including drink, were also aboard.<br><br>She wondered how the others would react to this surprise. She giggled softly as she sealed the carton again. The girls would probably be okay, but Oni... Oh boy. That guy might just end up being a problem! She sealed the cargo hatch and went back to the cockpit, glad to see that Oni was industriously cleaning the blood from inside the windscreen. <br><br>She spotted the small chip on the inside where the bullet had hit. The slug itself was lying on the dash, a misshapen lump of lead. She picked it up, and the brass cartridge case. Old habits die hard. It wouldn't matter if they were left on the airship, but she would get rid of them down the toilet over the Atlantic anyway.<br><br>In a small box under the pilot's seat, she found a tube of sealant and squirted it into the crack. It would go hard by the time they were airborne.<br><br>She got into the pilot's seat. "Iffy, file us a flight plan to Ciudad Guayana airfield." She turned to the team. "Everyone get strapped in. We're leaving!" And she started the engines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 06:08:45</strong>
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				Oni froze in his tracks as the Major came back with a gun in her hand and its barrel leveled at the mass of brain and wetware in his skull. He stared at her as she pulled the trigger. Strangely, he didn’t blink. Scared, yes, since he just saw them get rid of another decker after they hired him, he’d imagine they could find another…with this particular lady, the amount of useful net cowboys available to the world would be severely limited…she would single-handedly make their trade worth even more money due to the shortage.<br><br>After she was done laughing and putting on a show for the sake of dominance, Oni got back to work getting the body out and cockpit cleaned up. When Maria arrived, he’d tried to clear some of his apparent unease at his task. When she was having trouble with his name, he replied gently “Oni. You can call me Oni. I’m fine…I’m used to cleaning up after this kind of thing…I don’t create the bodies, but I’ve already had to help clean two up since signing on for this. That’s gotta tell you something.”<br><br>He gave her a look again. A tank, and a nicely packaged one, at that. he had to admit that he was a little sad to see what they’d done to her…as he was cleaning, he thought he should broach the subject. It would give him something to think of outside of his present task. “So…we’re going to have a long ride ahead of us. I’d be able to give you a look-over while en route.&nbsp; I could also give you the name of a guy I use for more delicate things. He’s discrete, and likes his payments up front, unless he knows you. I’ll make sure I introduce you if we make it out of here.”<br><br>He was finishing up the last of things as they talked. The focus on things more technical always had a way of calming Oni down. Like singing a child a lullaby.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 13:53:30</strong>
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				Maria watched Anne with wide eyes in shock when she pulled out the gun and aimed it at Oni's head. She was about to try and intervene, it'll hurt but it'll hopefully won't kill her, when she saw the woman pull the trigger. Her heart, in a sense, literally stopped when she saw that happen. But then she saw that the gun wasn't loaded and Anne was laughing, Maria allowed herself to relax. <br><br>Thanks goodness. This time, she was really concerned for the person - in this, Oni - if they died.<br><br>Watching the woman walk away, she moved closer to Oni to check on him. She blushed when he realized that she couldn't pronounce his name properly and smiled at him for being nice at her obvious stupidity. She honestly couldn't remember the name if her life had depended on it. When he offered to give her a 'look over', her face lit up happily. <br><br>It's been years since she had a proper check up, and she was admittedly worried because of that she would screw up the mission at the moment. But now, since Oni had offered to help, it looks like that won't be so much of a problem after all. What a sweet guy! She could hug him to death right now. He was her man of the hour at the moment. And, possibly, for life now.<br><br>"Oh thanks," she said. She hugged Oni (gently due to her enhanced strength) and steeled herself enough to give him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was worried that I would have done something stupid because I don't know my system and stuff, but you basically saved me now. If there's any... errr... way to repay you, please let me know!"<br><br>When she heard Anne tell them to strap in soon and the sound of the engines revved, she gently took his arm and tugged to the direction of where the seats were. "Coming?" Maria asked sweetly, a bright if not vacant smile still dancing along with her merry eyes. "Thanks again, this sooo much to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 16:07:43</strong>
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				Just as soon as he was done with his unwanted task, Oni was suddenly assaulted by Maria. He couldn’t help but smirk, despite the squeeze she put on him. Gently from her was going to take some getting used to! The peck on the cheek made the smirk into a smile. She was like some merchant of death’s puppy. He couldn’t be angry at her for being appreciative. “It’s okay…we’re going to fix you up good and proper. Repayment…well, since I’m getting paid for the job, I think this would be a part of it…maybe a favor or something, I don’t know” <br><br>A puppy he was going to attach an exploding leash to. He saw her specs. He saw what she was capable of, and to be completely honest, he was staring at a child in a woman’s body, with a hit squad’s firepower. Not the best fucking combination of things he’s ever experienced, but at least she was on his side. They left the cockpit in time to let the Major do her thing. He sat wherever she did, since she had him by the arm. Things just kept getting stranger and stranger for him the deeper he got into it all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 21:21:15</strong>
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				As soon as they were out of UK airspace Anne put the ship on autopilot, and moved in back with the others. She went to the toilet and flushed the spent brass and lead as she had planned. She approached Lyn,&nbsp; taking her into the cargo bay and showed her the explosives, then gave her some instructions. She left Lyn there, sorting through the various equipment she would need.<br><br>Anne wandered back to the main cabin. "You two getting to know each other then? That's nice. Sorry, Maria, but the reward I put up for getting him laid has already been paid to my AI!"<br><br>With that, she closed her eyes and was asleep in minutes. Her mods stayed awake, and Iffy monitored the compartment through them, making certain that nothing could go wrong. Not for a few hours, anyway...<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3773995#msg3773995">Quote from: Amazon on 14-10-2010, 21:15:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zhang almost burst out laughing. "You know, one advantage of being a model is..you get to meet and enjoy the all kinds as you travel over the world." She winked at Mona. "I know just exactly what you mean love." The next question, wasn't a surprising one. Apparently from all intel that Nikita could gather, Mona liked to practice such things, Nikita was fine with that. More the fun. Smirking at the question she snapped back with the answer. "On the contrary, I like to spank and show others their rightful place, which is at my feet. It's such a pleasure to teach others the joys of pain." She gave a light smirk as she finished off her line.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mona grinned. "Oh I agree totally. It's a shame really, because you seem such a sweet girl, otherwise. Still, I suppose one can't have everything, can one?" She got up as if to leave, and took a step, then turned. "I suppose we could always meet as equals on the field of battle?" she offered as a compromise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 21:28:54</strong>
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				Zhang smirked. "Looks can be deceiving." She answered simply and watched Mona stand up, as if to leave. Zhang didn't move from her place. She knew Mona won't go no matter how much she wanted to. It was because already..by her own confession she had said she was putting herself in pretty big risk by coming here, and secondly this woman literally <em>craved</em> some oriental love..so there was no way she would want to go back empty handed. That was exactly what happened as she turned back and made a different proposal.<br><br>Zhang smiled softly. "Field of battle? Is that what you call it? I like that name..and I guess we could arrange for an equal encounter there." She winked at Mona.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 12:27:16</strong>
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				Mona sat down again. "Good... Let me buy you a drink, then you can buy me one. How does that sound.?" She waved over one of the pretty blonde waiters, "I'll have a dark rum please, Angostura Royal Oak, none of that imported Jamaican crap."<br><br>She turned to Zhang. "What about you, sweetie?"<br><br>Mona was planning. Perhaps, once she got Zhang home, she could persuade her that a meeting of equals meant taking turns to tie up and spank the other, and, as it was her home, it would be her turn first... And then, <em>maybe</em>, if Zhang was very good, she might consider letting her loose, and would possibly consent to submit in her turn. She felt herself growing wet with anticipation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 12:41:08</strong>
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				"I can do favors," Maria said proudly as both of them sat down on some nearby chairs. She sat up straight, giving Oni full attention. "The last guys I did a job with and got in trouble because I somehow botched up a part of the job said I was terrific in favors." She stopped, tilting her head to think about something. "But they don't like it when I do... err... what's the word? Yeah, handies. They didn't like my handies since my grip is too tight for their liking."<br><br>Her mind, instinctively, went to 'sexual favors' when she heard the word. A rather cruel programming from the army when they still had her, hoping to make her a seductive soldier who would be willing to use her body at any given time. But due to her bright (stupid) and childish personality, it came off as a bit creepy and rather sad for her to do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks again for offering. I was kind of worried that my my... er.. oh yeah! System. I was worried that my system would get a virus and I couldn't do anything about it. Do you think you could hack it and somehow get rid of the restrictions the army put up? Because golly, it would be great if you did!"<br><br>Maria then looked out the window, distracted by something she thought she saw from the corner of her eye. It was nothing, but she was now fascinated of the view she was seeing from being in the air. It had been a while since she had been traveling, due to her trying to keep a low profile and all. Trips like these, in her opinion, made her life worth is all the while. Even if she was a a little bit homesick for her family and friends. It had been almost... umm... three to four months since her last contact with them and it was very brief.<br><br>"Why did you choose this job?" Maria asked the man beside her, looking back at him now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 21:29:13</strong>
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				Zhang nodded. "Sure thing..sounds fine by me." Mona had quickly called a pretty blonde asking what she would need whilst placing her own order. "Hm, I think i'll go with Jack Daniel's. Nothing better than that if you ask me." She gave a sweet smile. This was interesting, Mona seemed more horny to be with an oriental woman than even fourteen year old boys desperate to loose their virginity. It just might prove to be much more easier than she had originally anticipated, because charming some of individuals in past had proved to be a herculean task..as some just plain refused to show interest at times, always being paranoid about what might be heading their way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 22:59:30</strong>
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				Oni nodded and gave her a beaming smile even though he couldn’t help but feeling like shit on the inside. “Well, maybe we can work on those kinds of favors later” He said gently as he pulled a chord out of his inside pocket, “Don’t worry about the offer, I’m sure what we do will help you in the long run. If that keeps my ass alive, then I’ll call it a draw” He plugged himself into one end of the chord “The army restrictions were a means to control you. Hopefully when we remove them, you don’t have to worry about messing up so much”<br><br>When he looked back at her, he found that she was looking out of the window and shook his head gently. With a smooth motion that could almost be seen as a caress, he slipped back her hair and plugged her in using the other end. He knew what he’d have to do to her, but he also knew what he could do for her as well. He closed his eyes and slipped into their shared space.<br><br>Though she wouldn’t know it, her vision of the outside window was still looping. She’d be standing in a white space by the time she looked back to ask his why he chose this particular job. The window would have disappeared if she bothered to look back. With a smile, he looked around them a bit before he spoke “The Major, as annoying as she can be in the short time that I’ve known her, happens to have something here that I need. You could say that this job is about finding myself”<br><br>He continued “Right now I’m in your head. Not deep inside, just…at the front door, so to speak. I’m going to need you to let me in, because I don’t want to have to break in the hard way. After that, I’m going in, and you’ll kinda blink out until I bring you back online. No pain, nothing scary…it’ll be like you went to sleep, but didn’t dream.” He smiled and stood closer to her. “Now, you might not have gad a chance to do this often, So all you have to do is imagine a door. Any kind of door you want…then, you just need to imagine it opened. Can you do that for me?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 00:40:14</strong>
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				"You could have just asked me if you wanted to get into my head," Maria said to Oni, pouting a bit when she found herself in her head and he was with her due to the fact he was the cause of it. She honestly wasn't mad or felt invaded by his presence her, but more on the side of miffed when he didn't ask her her permission to be in his head. She would have been more than willing to let him right in! But she couldn't hold it against him. It was his job after all.<br><br>The inside of her head, or to be specific 'the front door', was very, very little. When she realized how little she seemed to contain, she giggled and didn't react negatively at all. Like it was not a surprise to her. Well, looks like someone before had been telling the truth to her! She heard Oni talk and she listened, carefully taking in his words. Think of a door? Golly, that'll be quite hard for her. How do doors work in the first place.<br><br>She tried to think of a simple metal one but failed, unable to conjure up a proper image of it for Oni. Tried as she might, she couldn't think up of a metal, plastic, futuristic or any door like that. She was about to throw in the towel and let Oni do it the hard way when she suddenly remembered something.<br><br>It was her last day as 'normal' person - before she had joined the army and let them do the things to her that lead her to what she was today. In fact, it was the day before she had went to the army to be called in. She had spent the day in her Nana's summer home, a pretty and simple cottage, and after dinner had just revealed to her family just then what she had done. Many of them were angry at the army for taking in a young girl, others were angry at her for doing this. They fought amongst themselves, wondering how to deal with this situation that they had in their hands. Should they let her go? Stop her? Hide her somewhere?<br><br>But Nana, sweet and wise Nana, hushed them all and looked her dead in the eye.<br><br>"Do what you must do, Maria," Nana said to her. "If you feel like this is the path you must take, so be it. But remember, my doors will always be open for you."<br><br>She smiled at the memory, remembering the beautiful door that was the front door of Nana's home. She remembered every flaw and imperfection of it but, in her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen before in her life. She opened her eyes and gasped a bit.<br><br>It was the door (http://www.lelouvre-antiques.com/images/01%20Architecturals/Rustic%20Spanish%20Door%201108-10%20%281%29.jpg) of her Nanai's summer home, and it was wide open.<br><br>"Yeah!" She clapped her hands together and jumped up and down, looking quite pleased. She turned to Oni for his approval, wondering if this was good enough for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 05:57:26</strong>
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				Oni stood, slightly embarrassed “You’ll have to forgive me, Maria, I wanted to help you, but didn’t know how you’d take it. I figured it was better to get us here first, and then let you open the door as a bit of a failsafe. Thank you for letting me do this for you.” He stood by, as patient as humanly possible with something not of his own making, and allowed her to come to her own answer. Suddenly, in the expanse of white, there lay and open door before them “Very Nice Maria.” He then turned to her, now in something that looked like handyman coveralls “I’ll see you on the other side, kiddo” and stepped through the door.<br><br>What followed was very slow tinkering, even in net time, of the settings the army had put on the woman. He saw that she needed an upgrade to the neural implant itself, which could be done after mission, but the finer areas…considered to be brain surgery, for the most part, would have to be done in stages. Untangling wires and plumbing to make sure everything was working right in the house. <br><br>He looked over the blueprints that were her specs he received from Iffy, and traced pipe from one end of the house to the other. Located shoddy pipe couplings and replaced them with newer pieces of code that could be seen as shiny pipe. After a few days tracing first the water, then the heating pipes in the house that represented her brain’s ability to take in data and learn, he then went to the main cause of her currently stagnant intellect, the gummy and mismanaged furnace.<br><br>The good news was that the army’s coding for this part of her brain was well done. But in their haste to create a pliable woman weapons system, they told it to be stupid, then expected her to take in certain types of data well. You simply couldn’t have one without the other, and he had to admit that the Major’s idea was at least more poetic. He shut down her furnace enough to that basic life support was running. Maria would have appeared to be staring into one place at one moment, and then after a few hours, she would have appeared to be comatose. He would hope no one disturbed her too much.<br><br>He cleaned up the furnace and removed the faulty filter that was installed in her, for something much more special. It was still a filter, though meant for normal use as a safeguard for the crap that sometimes snuck through normal net traffic, but it was also served as the Major’s direct link to the innermost workings of Maria’s body. Everything to the furnace and from the furnace flowed everything. Except in regards to him…he laid his own code that made him a little special to her on board weapons system. She wouldn’t be able to kill him if she tried, even if the Major tried for her. The weapons system wouldn’t lock, punches would errantly sway wide, and he would rest a little safer knowing that he wouldn’t immediately be turned to swiss cheese when she found out about what happened to her.<br><br>He did two more things in response to his orders. One was he enabled a small line of code that would provoke her to dance in a certain way (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQIAieKr8jk#) until the Major told her to stop. That would be her first demonstration. The other was a full system shutdown code that effectively froze her, while keeping her alive. If the Major wanted her dead, she’s have to do it the hard way, but that could would establish dominance over the woman, or she could be slaved to the Major’s controls for later use. However she wanted it done.<br><br>Finally finished, after months of renovations on the inside, Oni muttered a small apology and closed his eyes, before reopening them in the meat world. “Damn…I’ve starving.” He said as he looked aimlessly around the ceiling of the airship. Food would be good. Lots of it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 04:47:26</strong>
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				"Alright Oni," she said to the man as he entered through the door. "Take car-"<br><br>She was back. No longer was she in a large, white atmosphere. She was on the plane once more, blinking a few seconds and punching herself just to make sure it was real.<br><br>Maria was surprised how quick it took. One minute, she was looking at the door and the next she was back on her seat. Looking out the window like she was doing moments ago before he connected himself into her brain. Or was it minutes? Hours? Maria was never the best one when it came to time. It might have been longer, but she couldn't tell since she was too busy thinking of how she could be thinking when she was in her brain already. <br><br>Yes, the woman was that easily entertained.<br><br>Realizing what that had meant, she smiled and clapped her hands while turning to face Oni.<br><br>"Thank you so much," she said again, giving him a peck on the cheek. Already, she could feel the effects of the scan and fix up the man had given her. She didn't feel as heavy or... or... or confused now, but lighter and clear thinking. Well, clear thinking as one like Maria can go. "I feel better already. I hope it wasn't too much of a problem."<br><br>She looked at him, trying to see if he was alright or not. "Do you need anything? You kind of look... ah, plucked out there. I hope you didn't have too much difficulty in my head."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 16:47:05</strong>
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				He shook his head and chuckled as she spoke. She wasn't going to be as happy later on, but maybe he could help her understand. She had something on all of them...he was definitely sure she had something on him, though he didn't know what outside of his identity. "No...no. I'm fine. I need to eat, though. A lot. Judging by the time, we should be arriving soon. I guess I can wait until we do" he looked at the woman and smiled. Yes...The Major had something on them all. He's to hoping she won't have to use it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 22:22:24</strong>
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				Anne was woken by her message box pinging once.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3713482#msg3713482">Quote from: Amazon on 02-10-2010, 18:19:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Nikita Stack, in." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Anne did not acknowledge the message. She simply looked around. Oni and Maria were both sat, quite immobile. Lyn was asleep close to the cargo hold. Anne contacted her AI. <em>Iffy, I take it you are monitoring discreetly?</em><br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Of course, Major. They are unaware of my presence. Oni is carrying out your instructions to the letter but not to the spirit. He is still squeamish about killing.</span></span></em><br><br><em>Hmm. Have to do something about that...</em><br><br>Anne shrugged and set a subroutine in her implant to explore possible scenarios where Oni would be forced to take another human life using his skills as a hacker, then turned over and went back to sleep.<br><br>She awoke several hours later feeling much refreshed and in need of a piss. The airship's toilet relieved that need. Oni and Marie were not in the cabin, but quiet noises were coming from the galley. Lyn was still dosing quietly. Anne headed for the cockpit, to check their position. The autopilot had them exactly where they were supposed to be, just about to enter Trinidadian airspace.<br><br>She smiled and contacted Air Traffic Control, giving route and destination. It would be time soon. She stayed at the controls for now. It was good practice flying an airship anyway. The weather in Trinidad was, as ever, hot. There was a slight overcast this morning, and they were flying above it. The early morning sun was, at this altitude, just beginning to tint the Eastern sky a pretty shade of pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 18:45:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3785595#msg3785595">Quote from: Amazon on 17-10-2010, 21:29:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zhang nodded. "Sure thing..sounds fine by me." Mona had quickly called a pretty blonde asking what she would need whilst placing her own order. "Hm, I think i'll go with Jack Daniel's. Nothing better than that if you ask me." She gave a sweet smile. This was interesting, Mona seemed more horny to be with an oriental woman than even fourteen year old boys desperate to loose their virginity. It just might prove to be much more easier than she had originally anticipated, because charming some of individuals in past had proved to be a herculean task..as some just plain refused to show interest at times, always being paranoid about what might be heading their way.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mona waited until the drinks arrived before making any further moves, she simply chatted amiably about the weather, the war between Guyana and Brazil and how the Guyanese were stupid to think they could win, the coming coming hurricane&nbsp; season and what the government was doing to prevent a similar disaster to the one which befell Grenada last year.<br><br>Once their drinks were on the table and the waiter had discreetly departed, she lifted her drink and said softly "Here's to stupid laws, and the discreet breaking of them!" She sipped her rum, smiling at the wonderful, rich and spicy sweetness, then asked, "So what brings you to Trinidad? Business or ... Pleasure!" She said the last word in a deep, husky voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 22:33:37</strong>
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				Zhang was rather amused by the whole conversation. She made a mental note, Mona was well aware of most of the things and it showed even in casual conversations such as these. She had to be more careful. The conversation went on smoothly until the arrival of drinks. She smiled at Mona's toast and raised her drink before enjoying it. "What brings me to Trinidad?" She smirked. "It's the combination of both pleasure and business!" She winked. How true she was! "And what about you? Something tells me you've been here for a long, <em>long</em> time. Where do you work anyways?" Better to sweet talk her..judging by the way she behaved, she was bound to brag about her work or something special she did in a bid to impress her. That, would be her moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 10:18:25</strong>
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				Mona Smiled. "Oh yes, I was born here. I'm a native!" She giggled. In fact she could trace her roots back to the original slave ship that brought her ancestors from Africa in the eighteenth century. "Where do I work? Heh. Well dear I'm really not supposed to talk about it!" She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I work for the government. There's a big hush-hush project, that I can't say anything about!"<br><br>Mona had used that line before. The fact that it was true, she had realised, was irrelevant. It was such a wonderful chat-up line. The dark mysterious stranger, working on some top secret project, had an instant appeal. It made her seem like a spy, or something equally glamorous. In fact, her job was really little more than that of the overseer on any building site anywhere in the world. All she did was paper pushing, with the occasional site visit to ensure the work was progressing the way the paper trail said and to sort out any problems.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 12:57:53</strong>
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				"Thanks again Oni," Maria said, giving him another hug before giving out a yawn. "Ahh... oh no, not again."<br><br>She rubbed her eyes, feeling herself now 'power down' as the military scientist told her. It was their way for saying 'sleepy' but they just said it because it sounded more sophisticated. At least, that's what they said. They had explained to her after she had been giving the implant that, in order to make her more efficient, tweaked her brain just a bit so her system was more strict for important things like sleep.<br><br>The fugitive hadn't realized that they actually put a battery in her head along with the implant, that when used for the full twelves hours it'll force her in hibernation until fully recharged.<br><br>"Going to sleep for a little while Oni," she yawned, curling up in the chair and resting her forehead against the window. "Sleep..."<br><br><hr><br>When she had woken up, the window view was breathtaking. The Eastern sky was tinted a lovely pink and orange as they flew across the sky. Feeling herself recharged and ready for action, but still stuck here until they landed, she quickly sat up and decided to wander around the gallery to at least stretch her legs.<br><br>"One, two, three... what comes after this?" Maria asked as she paced back and forth in the gallery, as she let one of her blades out of her arms and toyed the sharp tip of it with her fingers by tapping it while she sang the 'Ten Little Indian Boys' song. "Um... oh yeah! Three little Indians! Four, five... six little Indians... oh, what do you next in this thing."<br><br>She pressed her thumb against the blade, unworried of accidentally slicing up her skin or cutting her thumb off while playing this game she made up herself thanks to her skin. Yes, she created a game that involved playing with sharp weapons. She had very little to do while she hid in Sweden, just so you all may know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 13:50:31</strong>
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				"Ooh..native!" Zhang smiled. "Lovely place this one, isn't it? Must be pretty fun living here." She commented casually. "The government, is that it? Oh come on..you can let me in on something. It's not as if i'm gonna be here after few days!" Zhang spoke in a hush-hush tone to Mona in return. "What is it? Aliens amongst us, some mysterious secret weapon? Something tells me your job is awesome..something so totally out of some badass science fiction film!" She grinned. Some flattery, always a nice touch. Mona was laying her cards out on the table and Zhang knew just the clues to feed to the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 16:02:04</strong>
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				Mona giggled softly. It never failed! The super-secret service line - I know something that I can't tell you or I could but then I'd have to fuck you senseless to make you forget it!<br><br>"Not here..." she whispered conspiratorially. "You never know who's listening." Her hand slipped into her bag and palmed the dummy bug she used in case they doubted her at this point. In fact, the thing was the speaker from a set of old fashioned ear-bud earphones. Modern surveillance technology was, she knew, far more advanced than this - which looked SOOO twentieth century! But it was amazing how well it worked.<br><br>She kept the little speaker palmed though, fort the moment... "Let's go back to my place. I know it's safe to talk there...!"<br><br><hr><br>Approximately eight hours after these events took place, the airship with the rest of the team from London cruised sedately across the Trinidad coastline at an altitude of about 5,000 feet. Anne smiled and put the ship back on autopilot, leaving the cockpit. "OKAY PEOPLE!" she called out, "WAKEY WAKEY and report to the cargo bay on the double!"<br><br>She headed there herself making sure Iffy relayed the message for her.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Every one to the cargo bay, please. The Major says anyone not there within two minutes will regret it for the rest of their life.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 17:47:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Every one to the cargo bay, please. The Major says anyone not there within two minutes will regret it for the rest of their life.</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br>"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Maria fumed, frowning in dislike on what had happened to her. She frowned at her blade, for once not liking its' presence though it had helped her out in many sticky situations. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. That wasn't fun, that wasn't fun."<br><br>The woman jumped, nearly slipping when she landed back down though she was wearing boots, when the speakers boom with Iffy's voice, having not heard the Major's first call of rounds when she had smacked the flat of her blade against her arm. She was too busy rubbing it and going 'owww' to pay attention to the rounds. She listened to it carefully, not wanting to miss this again and be considered a liability. She liked not having guns being shot at her, thank you very much!<br><br>Hearing the threat, and kind of seeing what Anne was capable off, made Maria hurry to the cargo bay. She went to where it was, entering inside it carefully as she could without knocking into things or causing any incidents. The blades were retracted, not wanting to get in trouble for possible for playing with her weapons like that. If saying hi to Lyn was bad, by golly fiddling with the weapons was even worse.<br><br>She simply waved when she saw Anne and Lyn in the cargo bay, somewhat unsure if she should say hello or salute or anything like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 23:42:13</strong>
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				Oni had wondered about Maria’s sudden need to sleep, and called up the schematic as a way to take his mind off of food for the moment. What he found had disturbed him greatly. He couldn’t figure out what the battery would be for, unless it was meant as another system for control. It was strange, and strange attracted Oni like a magnet (Take that however you want). He was able to isolate the part with a “wave” of his hand in the digital word and looked it over. It was second rate, but still serviceable. He’d have to talk with her…first he’d need to upgrade her.<br><br>As proof of that, he came out of his own net space to find the girl playing with her blade enhancements and singing a children’s song that’s been around since…well…as long back as he had records to. She was certainly a special one and he wondered how anyone could have taken advantage of someone in her condition. Then again, he had to be reminded of the people he was beginning to run with, all for the sake of a higher high. They wouldn’t have seen her like he did. She’s be a full armed fuck doll to them, kill on command, then do favors for the troops. Pretty damn sad, even by Oni’s standards.<br><br>He quickly forwarded the information to Iffy on the battery, so that the Major could include regimented sleep for Maria when they did not need her. That was the easiest way to handle it until he thought of a more elegant solution. When Iffy informed him of the Cargo Bay meeting, he shrugged to himself and went on, letting Maria go first, especially after her little incident. <em>’We’re going to keep the kid in a woman’s body with the very heavy ordinance go ahead of us. Yes…that would be for the best’</em> he thought to himself before moving along.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 13:44:39</strong>
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				Zhang gave the whole 'oh god, i'm so impressed!' look to Mona as the other woman spoke about going to some other place. She gave a quick nod. "Sounds like a plan. Something more safer...and something which would be much more...fun." She said, her hands moving towards Mona beneath the table and tickled her lightly. She stood up quickly. "I'll go first, you come out alone few minutes later..ok? God, this is just like the movies!" She said with a giggle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 22:00:51</strong>
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				Anne waited until everyone was gathered in the cargo bay. "Okay people... Glad you could all make it!" She opened the carton she'd inspected the contents of earlier and pulled out what looked like a cushion with straps.<br>(http://parachuteshop.com/G3WebRig%20-%20Trans.gif)<br>She tossed it to Oni, then threw one to Lyn. A third, somewhat larger pack, a last minute substitution, was given to Maria. The forth pack she strapped on herself, showing the others exactly how to do it. She passed out helmets next. Automatic rip-cord pullers. Altimeter software for their implants. She already had hers!<br><br>"Okay, team, this is where the fun starts! We are over Trinidad. The blimp has a flight plan filed to take us to Venezuela. Now, see, if we landed in Trinidad when we are listed as only carrying cargo, and suddenly all these passengers got off, and no pilot did, we would arouse all sorts of suspicions. So the blimp flies across Trinidad. Just before it leaves Trinidad airspace, it explodes. A tragic accident, with the loss of only one life. Meanwhile, we stay behind."<br><br>She tapped the chute she wore. "These are the latest technology. They will automatically open at seven hundred feet. Then they will automatically home in on my chute's secure beacon and, just before you land, they will spray shock foam all over you. It goes rubbery very quickly, and then goes brittle so even you should be able to fight you way out of it Mr Oni."<br><br>She looked at Lyn. "We all set for the big kaboom?"<br><br>Lyn nodded and Anne grinned at them. "Oni, my man. I'm assuming you relied on Iffy's recommendation when selecting this vehicle?"<br><br>She waited for him to confirm this. If he hadn't it would not have been a problem, it would simply have required more work... But when he gave confirmation, she grinned "Iffy... Initiate procedure 2001 Space Odyssey. Open the pod bay doors please HAL!"<br><br>Anne was expecting it. The others might have been, she didn't care. The cargo bay doors on the <em>floor</em> of the airship's pod swung suddenly open, spilling everything and everyone into the air under the ship.<br><br>"YEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WOOOOOH! WOOHOOOOO!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 02:15:07</strong>
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				Oni stood with everyone else, crowding around the Major and the carton she was next to. He didn’t know enough about the contents to feel one way or the other, and figured it was just prep for the remainder of their trip. When she’s taken out the parachutes, Oni knew what they were on sight, but as he caught his with a small “umph!” he couldn’t help but be confused as to just what the fuck was going on. He carefully strapped himself in and felt numb. Knowledge of the chute was the only thing keeping his body moving. He’d never actually been dumb enough to go beyond researching jumps!<br><br>His face was much more pale than usual, and as he finished the last strap, he took the helmet from the woman with a mumble of thanks. Thanks for nothing, maybe. Thanks for having him strap a fucking chute to his back to take a look at the wild blue yonder. He jacked in the Altimeter software, and he was quickly able to see a readout of their current altitude from his “bad” eye. <em>’Fuck me, if that isn’t sweet’</em> he thought, his nervousness temporarily displaced by the wonder of a new toy.<br><br>“What…what do you mean explode?” Oni asked, as if he really needed explained to him. He didn’t know about anyone else, but Maria might have needed a hand, so he went closer to her in case she needed help. She was going to have them dump out over Trinidadian airspace, blow the fucking airship, and have us land who-the-fuck knows where. Sounds like a plan, right? Great big plan! He was too out of it to notice yet another feeble attempt to degrade his manhood, but he would have gave it about the same attention even if he was fully able to communicate at the time.<br><br>“Yes…yes, of course Major…” Oni&nbsp; replied half-dreamily. He was about to see if any of that useless data&nbsp; he’d stored still held weight in the sky. In most cases, the data called for a hatch to jump out of. He was about to ask about a hatch of just that type when the Major spoke of opening the pod bay doors. That’s when it hit him. He looked down, and in that split second saw everything. The airship was chosen with the bay doors in mind, He didn’t know why, he just did what was told of him. He saw the long crack that represented the bay doors, and had just enough time to jump to the side to safety but not enough distance.<br><br>He slid down the bay door screaming “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK!” before he tumbled out into the blue end over end, before he was able to settle himself facing the departing airship. He made sure to keep an eye out for the others. Last thing the directions said to look out for was bunching up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 06:19:15</strong>
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				"Ommph!" The woman was honestly confused when she was given the cushion with straps. Well, at least everyone else was getting one since it meant that they were all going to do something together. It - the bag - was a bit larger, obviously to compensate and/or for her weight. Both her normal and her robotic sides. "Hmmm... "<br><br>She put it on, having some difficulties with the straps, but had it nice and tight at the end of it all so it wouldn't fall off her in any way. If she learned anything from her mother before she joined the army, it was that the good ties are the stead fast ones. The woman was clearly wondering why they needed bags, since it seemed odd to be lugging the same looking ones. Wouldn't that be odd if they landed and had to be checked by the officials or something?? <br><br>But then she listened carefully to what the Major had to say. When she heard what Anne, she was confused even more and tugged on the straps again to make sure they wouldn't fall off her. The parachute will certainly hold her weight, that's what she knew, but she need to make sure it stayed on her to do so. Well, at least the doors would open and they could just jump out one&nbsp; by one.<br><br>Oh, why did she suddenly feel light on fe-<br><br>"<em>Wheeeeeee</em>," the young woman simply said as they fell from the airplane, apparently unfazed that they were now hurtling to the ground in God-knows-what speed at the moment. While most people will be screaming in fear and soiling themselves, Maria was genuinely having fun at the moment. She saw Oni nearby and waved at him, a wide smile on her lips. She kept her arms and legs spread, flapping her arms occasional to mimic a bird or something. <br><br>"<em>Thiiiiiiiiiis iiiiiiiis fuuuuuuuuuun Oniiiiiiii~</em>" Maria said to him, not sure if he could hear her voice as they fell from the sky. She looked around her, awed that they were doing this. Well, it wasn't her first time, but she certainly never did this without preparing! It was refreshing to have the rather cold air whip at her face they fell from the sky. Certainly beat having to run in the boiling desert or the murky waters or somewhere. "<em>Wheeeeee! I can fllllllllllly!</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 20:42:17</strong>
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				Lyn had spent a lot of time sleeping on the blimp.&nbsp; When the call came she was more than ready.&nbsp; Infact she was ready and wanting to go and make some noise, pretty colors and BIGGGG explosions.&nbsp; She felt her pulse race as she grabbed her small back pack and her little box of tricks and then she made her way to the cargo bay.&nbsp; She was sucking on a wooden pick, nibbling on the end as she listened to the Major.&nbsp; Things were sweet.&nbsp; <br><br>She strapped on the pack she was given by the Major, making sure everything was where it should be, she didn't want to go splat on landing.&nbsp; She grinned, her adrenaline racing through her system, fuck she loved this, she loved the excitement, loved the whole buzz she was getting from this exploit.&nbsp; Damn she felt alive.&nbsp; The helmet was on her head, secured and she pulled on some gloves, something she never went without. <br><br>Then the doors opened and she was gone, falling, tumbling having so much fun she wanted to wet herself.&nbsp; She screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH fffffffffffffuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yyyyyyeeeeeeessssssss” Lyn loved the free fall, she loved the movements, the way it made her feel.&nbsp; She was free, she had never felt freer...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 21:29:19</strong>
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				Anne was a paratrooper first, before anything else. She loved sky diving. It was partly how she had come up with the insertion plan for the team. It was the oldest trick in the book for a covert insertion, in fact. The SAS had been using it for a little over a century, before they were disbanded permanently.<br><br>Fly your team on a slow moving commercial flight over the target country and have them jump out, preferably over a radar blind spot.<br><br>Of course, she knew Oni would never jump, and they had two heavy crates of equipment to drop with them, hence her decision to use the bottom opening cargo bay...<br><br>She sped downwards through the early morning light... Of course at altitude it was already light. As she plummeted earthwards, the sun retreated rapidly back below the horizon. She was diving into darkness. Her enhancements and altimeter software told her exactly where she was, where the target field was. and she steered towards it. She glanced upwards at the others. Oni was aparrently on his back, flailing his arms and legs around. "<em>Oni"</em> She sent, on a secure channel, <em>"Tuck your arms and legs in, then throw one arm out. That will start you spinning. When you are face down, throw the other arm out to stop. Your chute will not open while you are on your back!"</em><br><br>Lyn was taking it like a pro. She was monitoring the direct radio links in their helmets, listening to what each of them was saying. Lyn was obviously having as much fun as herself. As for Maria, the girl was basically a child in a lethal war machine's body. She was having fun too, it seemed. Anne just hoped the reinforced parachute Iffy had subbed in at the last minute was strong enough! Iffy said it would be. Even if it wasn't, the kid would probably survive. The problem would be digging her out of the hole she would make in whatever she landed on!<br><br>Anne tucked up, and rushed ahead of the others. She needed to stay ahead of them, below them, because their chutes were keyed to home in on hers.<br><br>Darkness enfolded her now, and she tracked in on the field she had selected.<br><br>A green light lit in her HUD, then began blinking and she counted the seconds off. Five-one-thousand, four-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, one-one-thousand, Deploy!<br><br>"WHOOOHOOOOO!" She shrieked in joy as the chute opened with a massive crack above her, and jerked her hard on her shoulders and crotch. <br><br>She swung free below the canopy, her airspeed down to a more manageable velocity and the ground rushing up to meet her was now doing so at a considerably safer rate. <br><br><hr><br><em>Several hours earlier...</em><br><br>Mona waited a few minutes and walked out of the club. Zhang was waiting for her outside and she led the way to her car, a little Toyota Vix, probably the worst car Toyota had made in the last fifty years. The batteries lasted about twenty miles, making it almost impossible to drive at night unless you were only going locally.<br><br>They drove back to Mona's flat. It wasn't exaclty the most luxurious place in the world, but it was okay. A living room, a kitchen, a small bedroom with a single bed in where she slept, and the big bedroom with the double bed and all the BDSM gear.<br><br>She let Zhang in, smiling. "Can I get you a drink, dear?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:16:16</strong>
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				Zhang was waiting outside and walked towards Mona's car parked nearby. When she spotted the machine, she rolled her eyes but did her best not to show any disappointment to Mona. This bitch was driving <em>this</em> piece of junk? Talk about having crap taste and being behind times. The drive was a pleasant one as air was wonderful.<br><br>They reached Mona's apartment some time later. It was a pretty decent place. Walking in, she nodded at Mona's offer. "I could use one!" She remarked at Mona, observing the place.<br><br><div align="center">---------</div><br>Few hours later.<br><br>Nikita was standing in the open fields. It was early in the morning, right at the place which had been decided as meeting point. She held the small laser in her hand and raised it up in the air. Somewhere up there, with her implants..she could spot few bodies coming downwards rapidly. Her signal was apparent and she knew everything was going fine. She checked her watch and smiled to herself. "Just few more seconds..." She muttered and kept the signal raised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 01:08:07</strong>
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				Mona grinned and poured herself another dark rum. She looked in her cupboard. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I've not got JD. I've got a bottle of Scotch - a Glenfidich, or there's the Angostura Rum, or... let's see... Greek Brandy - From Rhodes, Mataxa Seven star."<br><br>She waited for Zhang to make her choice, and then brought the glass back to her. "So, you want to see the bedroom?" She grinned, straight to the point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 12:44:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhang pondered the options given to her for a moment. "Angostura Rum shall do the job in that case." She smiled. Mona had brought back the glass to her quickly and spoke about the bedroom. Zhang grinned at her. "Isn't that's why we're here?" She winked. "Lead the way dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 22:18:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mona took Zhang's hand and led her through into the back room with the big bed. "Here we go dear, what do you think?" She took a sip of her drink, then set the glass down ob a small bedside table. She took Zhang's glass too, and set it in the same place, then pulled the oriental girl into her arms, pressing her lips down against Zhang's mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 14:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhang took a quick sip of her drink as she looked at the big bed. It definitely looked inviting. Other than kicking plenty of ass and adrenaline rushes..this was another part of her job which she really loved. She smiled, handing the glass to Mona..allowing her to place it on the table. Zhang felt being pulled into Mona's arms and her arms slid across Mona's back..giving a passionate kiss to the woman. "Mm..come now..why don't we move to the bed my super secret agent..and explore some secret lands of our own!" Her eyes moved quickly over the room. If she wanted to extract information, she could always look into Mona's personal belongings afterwards, plus the dumb woman was bound to have a slip of tongue during sex. "Tell me some of your interesting stories!" Zhang winked, caressing Mona's arms slightly whilst her other hand moved over her clothes, working on getting her naked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 20:25:23</strong>
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				Mona giggled. "Oh, I'm not a secret agent. Just a civil servant." Of course that was what a spy would say, wasn't it? She dissembled "The government is putting together some sort of secret project that is supposed to cut crime or something. Like I said, I'm not supposed to talk about it... But I don't really know very much anyway. I mostly handle paying invoices and such." That much, at least, was true. Mona hated the fact that most of her job was paperwork.<br><br>She smirked as Zhang helped her out of her clothes. "Anyway, I didn't bring you here to talk to you. I brought you here to fuck you senseless!" She began quickly undressing the oriental woman too, her hands wandering all over Zhang's body, as she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 13:03:15</strong>
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				Zhang laughed at Mona's answer. The attempt at appearing all mysterious and suave was rather amusing to her. "Secret project? Ooh, looks like the plot's been thickening around here! Invoices and stuff? What do you people have coming in..don't tell me you've found Kryptonite." Zhang giggled at her own comment.<br><br>She was enjoying Mona's fingers running across her body as she was methodically undressed. "Mm..that's always the better plan anyways." She grinned and kissed Mona once again, now both women naked, in an embrace together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 13:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				On cue, when Anne's parachute flew open, Maria's chute opened with a resounding 'CRACK' and the sharp tugging on her crotch and shoulders as the straps flew out of the bag to help the fabric widen. The rush of air helped the parachute balloon with ease and, soon enough, Maria was having slowing down considerably as her figure rushed to the ground. <br><br>"<em>Claaaaaaaaaaap yooooooour haaaands</em>," Maria called out to Oni. A reference to <em>Peter Pan</em>, a book she adored and still adored. She was smiling widely, her eyes sparkling even in this situation or light. It was simply fun for her and she wasn't all that concerned of what was happening. She stretched her hands out and shook her head, feeling the rush of air go through her fingers and hair. "<em>Wheeeeeee</em>. <em>I can flllllly</em>."<br><br>She was... in a sense. The proper term would be 'controlled falling'. Not that ever mattered to Maria.<br><br>Drifting in the air with the parachute open now was an amazing experience for the woman, it felt like she was floating like those fairies her mother used to tell her when she was younger. She certainly felt like a fairy as she rushed down to the ground, if not for the somewhat uncomfortable sensations on between her long legs. She continued to go down, maneuvering her straps perfectly to make her parachute move in the direction she wanted to go. And where she wanted to go was where she could see Anne's parachute was. Using her bionic eyes, she zoomed in on her and kept her in her sights as the moved close enough to keep the Major in her view.<br><br>While she was going down a <em>bit</em> faster than the others were, it wasn't too fast and she was certain that her landing wouldn't be too dramatic or noticeable. Especially with the foam that will be sprayed all over them like Anne will promise. So close to the ground now as everyone around her stayed closed, heading near the small beam of light was, Maria now closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable spray of foam to hit her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 16:01:31</strong>
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				The flight?&nbsp; Suck.&nbsp; She never liked taking flights, well ones with regular people on board. Cramped, and boring.&nbsp; Luckily sleep helped, and sub orbital arcs helped with things like that cutting flight time from it used to be.&nbsp; Still, it sucked, but it was time for a decent nap.&nbsp; Yawning as she steps off of the plane, and into the customs line, she sighs.&nbsp; Another line, another small weight before she's cleared through, and then comes the waiting for her small bag, a gym bag by most accounts.&nbsp; Black, well worn and used looking, and it's off she goes.&nbsp; A cab ride to the hotel, then a few more to others, and she's heading off to the rendezvous point.<br><br>She was not a fan of 'out in a field' kind of meets.&nbsp; Too open, exposed, and so not the place you wanted to meet someone you had never worked for before, but there she was, standing in the grass, looking around...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 00:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3837813#msg3837813">Quote from: Amazon on 31-10-2010, 13:03:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zhang laughed at Mona's answer. The attempt at appearing all mysterious and suave was rather amusing to her. "Secret project? Ooh, looks like the plot's been thickening around here! Invoices and stuff? What do you people have coming in..don't tell me you've found Kryptonite." Zhang giggled at her own comment.<br><br>She was enjoying Mona's fingers running across her body as she was methodically undressed. "Mm..that's always the better plan anyways." She grinned and kissed Mona once again, now both women naked, in an embrace together.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mona pulled the oriental woman over to the bed and pushed her down onto it. "Oh god you are so gorgeous!" She gasped. "I just want to tie you up and eat you". <br><br>She knelt astride Zhang's face, then reached for a pair of hand cuffs with a three foot long chain between them that was dangling from the headboard. She grabbed for Zhang's left wrist with the intention of putting the cuff on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:42:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oni continued to fall toward the ground back first. His body fluttered with the wind, yet remained as relaxed as a ragdoll. His mind attached itself to the signal, and he was there, and not there. He only had a certain amount of time, so he accessed only the more important aspects of parachuting. Learning. Doing. Learning by Doing. He sent a good twenty seconds on the net running simulations on numbers alone. He didn’t have time to translate the code to visual and physical stimuli. That would be the “learn by doing” part.<br><br>When he was done, he was back where he belonged…for the moment. His eye gave him a readout of his current falling speed, and altitude. He also heard the Major speaking.&nbsp; Apparently, it was time to get to work. He spread his body out some to get as much drag as possible, before suddenly pulling his legs together and letting the rushing air flip him so that he could face the earth. Immediately he spread himself out again, and slowly angled himself so that he didn’t get in the way of anyone else, and had a chance to get good air under his chute. <br><br>The software was nifty, it even gave him a little green man to signal the time for chute deployment, and apparently there was jack for him to do, because the chute gave him the hardest jerk of his life when it filled with air. The good thing was no straps were anywhere near the jewels, the bad news was that his thighs were going to chafe like nobody’s business by tomorrow. All and all, it was a hell of a rush. The float down gave him some time to look things over, but suddenly there was a series of arrows pointing to his best route to take for the Major’s drop zone.<br><br>“What the…?” he muttered, before a voice came to him <em>’Hey boss! I miss anything?’</em> “Well, no…not really, and can you at least let me know when you’re fiddling around up there?” he muttered as he steered along the path BB gave him. <em>’Sorry boss…just wanted to let you know I was around, is all.</em> He sighed to himself and nodded “I gotcha, BB. No hard feelings. Stick real close…I don’t have a clue what they’re running closer to target, and I may need to team-up on the fly” <em>’Done, and Done, Oni. Just stay on course for now.</em> <br><br>Oni muttered something about too many bossy chicks in his life, but followed the course on his HUD anyway<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 14:50:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something to be said for plummeting head first towards the ground.&nbsp; Lynn had always been a bit of an adrenaline junky, and this about the biggest rush she had had for a while.&nbsp; The heart was racing, blood pumping.&nbsp; A huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.&nbsp; So far everything was working out perfectly, the blimp was loaded with explosives, all primed and ready to go when she pressed the button.&nbsp; Which she would do as soon as the distance indicator told her the blimp was in the right place.&nbsp; <br><br>The ground seemed to be racing towards her, and she gave a "woooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooo." Then the chute opened and she was bounced upwards, every part of her body shaken by the forces of that material spreading out above her.&nbsp; She gripped the cords, holding the chute, twisting and turning as she made her way lower, the ground growing closer.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 18:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne spotted the beacon that Nikki was holding up - or rather her warez did. She guided the chute towards it. Time for a little showing off - ex paratrooper and all that!<br><br>She could see that Niki was facing North, the most logical direction for them to come from. She smirked. The chute pack incorporated the latest stealth tech - all the chutes did, and it was unlikely that Nikki had her on any form of scan. Anne steered around to the left, spotting another person on her night vision, wandering across the field. That would, she hoped, be the front woman Iffy had found. She banked hard. She was only a few meters from the ground and she swept in from behind Nikki, Landed softly on her feet, cut the chute away and grabbed her lover from behind.<br><br>"Hi darling. Did you miss me?" Her hands were on Nikki's breasts, squeezing and massaging gently, while her belly ground hard against the older-looking woman's behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 22:23:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Voices?&nbsp; Oh why didn't she spring for an echolocation mod?&nbsp; <br><br>Aaaanyway, "Hey!&nbsp; Is like someone named Iffy? Out there?" she calls out, starting to jog along to where she thinks she heard noise, "Look, i'm like supposed to meet someone out here for something..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 13:25:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhang chuckled at Mona's comments and smirked when she watched the cuff. Suddenly she pulled away from Mona's hands and pushed Mona downwards herself. "Not that way!" She said with a wink.<br><br><div align="center">------</div><br>Nikita was still pointing out the signal upwards. "Just a matter of few more minutes..." She muttered to herself before suddenly being grabbed from behind and words being whispered out. Nikita almost reacted instanteously with retaliation but the voice registered in her mind and she smiled in surprise. "I see, you still haven't lost your touch!" She grinned. "Missed you lots dear..if only words were enough!" She said with a smile and turned around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 14:51:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria was a 'thud' in the ground when she finally landed.<br><br>Well, to be more specific, it was a squishy and pitchy 'thud'. It was because of the shock foam, when it exploded all over her when she was about to hit the ground. It quickly formed around her, turning her into a large rubber ball that rolled a few inches but then stopped as the ball showed obvious deformities as she struggled to get out. Most likely, Maria was confused. Not that was a shocking revelation or anything...<br><br>The large ball of rubber quivered just for a few seconds... then it stopped. It stayed still for a few seconds before Maria sudden punched her hand out from the middle of the ball. Her exposed hand revealed that had unsheathed her blade, as it gleamed and shined in the low light. Pulling her hand back, she then stuck out both hands and quickly broke out a large enough hole for her. Making squeaking sounds of effort, she wiggled herself out of the rubber and kicked her legs and squirmed but it was worth it.<br><br>She stood up, quickly cutting the chute from her with her unsheathed blade again. Done, she put away the blade. She dusted herself off of any grime or dust, grinning like a little kid. Her eyes were bright as she hopped up and down and clapped her hands, obviously have enjoyed herself of the fast ride. Noticing the two women together, she moved away to give them some privacy.<br><br>"Oni?" Maria called out, looking around for him now when she had finally remembered him. "Oni? Where are you? Did you turn into a pancake?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 21:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mona was taken totally by surprise and landed with a thud on her back on the bed, one arm twisted painfully under her. "OW! What the fuck? Hey, you don't wanna play my way, that's fine. There's plenty more Chinkies out there. You can... what, NO! Let GO! Get the fuck OFF ME!"<br><br>Mona suddenly realised that she was in quite a bit of trouble. She called up her phone on her implant and dialled...<br><br><hr><br>Anne grinned as Nikki turned in her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. A nearby thud... that had to be the indestructible Maria landing.&nbsp; She broke the kiss. "We have a new explosives girl. She's cute, you'll like her." She grinned. "And the new locks expert is about to step in a fresh cow pat, just over there..." She pointed to where the heat source registered on her IR vision, walking towards them, a fainter but still noticable heat source in front of her on the ground.<br><br>"Miss Faireborn.... Over here". She called out, still holding Nikki close. The she murmured, "Did you get a chance to use the new phone zapper you bought?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:35:35</strong>
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				The call, a woman's voice and she looks about until she sees the pair of woman in the green shade of her current visual filter, frowning some as she makes her over to the pair.&nbsp; "Uh...Hi." she says a little hoarse, tired sounding from the walk out here.&nbsp; Messenger bag slung across her body, looking between each woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 20:49:35</strong>
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				Anne smiled at the new arrival, not caring whether she could see it or not. She kept one arm around Nikki and extended the other in a friendly handshake.<br><br>"Miss Faireborn, glad you could make it. I'm Major Anne Laughton, your employer. This is my second in command." She chuckles. "Iffie isn't actually physically here, but rest assured her presence is! Iffie is simply a way of pronouncing I.F.A.I. - Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence." We just need to wait for the rest of the team to hit the ground, and we'll get moving."<br><br>She turned to look at where the heavy Spaniard was trying to not be noticed. "Maria, come here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 21:53:25</strong>
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				Zhang devilishly smirked at Mona's squealing. "There's only one way you play around here dear..and that's <em>my</em> way. Sure there are plenty out there..but none like me." Quickly she grabbed Mona's hands in her vice like grip and put those cuffs on her. "First off, shut the fuck up..secondly do not even think of calling anybody else. I'm zapping all the calls in this room with my own implant." She gave a light slap to Mona. "Now dear..we have a little bit of interrogation of our own to take care of....<br><br><div align="center">-------</div><br>Nikita kissed back passionately. It was wonderful to be with Anne again and feeling her lovely body with her fingers. She would've fucked Anne right there if they didn't have any other pressing matters right now. "Mmm..some more of the lovely ladies to have our way with? I like the way you hire them in the team hon." Nikita looked at Faireborne as Anne called her. "I got to use it..rather funny target you had me go after this time!" She said casually and watched the cute looking woman named Faireborne. "Pleased to meet you. And what would be the asteroid which just fell behind us?" Nikita asked laughing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 19:57:07</strong>
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				Mona quickly discovered that her phone had no signal. "What? How...? What do you mean, 'interrogation'?" She squirmed and wriggled, trying desperately to get out og the cuffs, even though she knew it was impossible. "What do you want? Let me go! You'll never get away with this!"<br><br>Whatever 'this' was... Mona was blustering to cover up her rising panic. She knew that her habbit of picking up random women was potentially dangerous, but so far the worst that had happened was she'd been systematically raped by two sexy Japanese hotties over a period of 24 hours, something that she hadn't really objected to, once she'd managed to call her security people and had them ready in case anything went wrong.<br><br>But this Zhang person was somehow blocking her phone! It simply never occurred to Mona that she might actually be the target of a covert terrorist operation herself!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:35:48</strong>
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				Oni continued drifting at a controlled pace and let his eye change over to low light <em>’theeere we go…much better’</em> he thought as he drifted along. BB teasingly asked what took him so long to activate it, which he chose to ignore. It was about timing, and trying to go telescopic –and- low light at the same time wasn’t going to happen with any real good result. They spent the better part of an hour debating it in net time. What better way to spend your time in a controlled descent? <br><br>It looked like the major was getting hot and heavy down there, and figured that was why she wanted to land first. It was fine by him, as long as the beacon was up for the rest of them. A quick check of that route BB left him showed they were still in business, and he decided to drop in a little more hot than planned. The strong glint from Maria…must have been one of those blades. He’d make a line close to her. The finish was perfect, and BB was kind enough to count down the moment before the foam encased them.<br><br>After a few cushioned bounces, he rolled to a stop. The aerial software still displayed his orientation as ass to the sky, which wasn’t the best way to come to a stop, but he’d live. The foam looked fairly simple, but he didn’t know if he just got a bad batch or what, because when he pushed out with his arms and legs to break free from the encasement, all he managed to do was bust those same hands and feet out of the foam. Anyone steeped in older children’s story knowledge would have been quickly reminded of humpty dumpty.<br><br>Oni was too balanced to roll one way or the other, if only to get to his feet! He waved his hands around as frantically as possible to attract attention. “Great…juuust great. I’m never going to live this down…” he muttered as he waited.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 15:50:27</strong>
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				Since Maria was the only one looking for Oni, it didn't take her long to see him get covered in the shock foam as he landed on the ground. She jogged up to him but stopped at a short distance, a mere few feet away, thinking that he could get out on his own when she saw his feet and hands burst out of the stuff. <br><br>It was pretty easy to get out, she personally thought thanks to her own escape of the foam. It shouldn't take him that long.<br><br>So Maria simply stared at him when he tried to get out, got stuck and was now waving his hands to get help. She waved back in reply. She thought he was just playing around with the ball at first, but it slowly occurred to her that he may not be joking and that he was really stuck. She couldn't help but giggle when it finally got in her head, feeling sad for him but finding how he looked very funny. He reminded her of Stumpy the Egg from those books she read. Still, he needed help.<br><br>She walked up to him and flexed out her blades and Maria was now looking at the said blades and at the squirming ball. He was moving a lot... and she might hurt him. She didn't have the best aim unless her targeting was on and she didn't know what to target at the moment. Looks like she'll have to do this the old fashion way. Putting the blades away, she grabbed the foam with both hands and quickly tore out an opening for Oni. Seeing him now, she smiled at him and waved as she quickly tore some more pieces out so he could move properly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 23:46:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It hadn’t been long, but Oni was getting anxious. It was bad enough being stuck in this god forsaken foam, but ti be stuck, in the dead of night, with no real way to get out…if they didn’t find him, he was going to have to explain this whole thing in another language. Finally, after some movement, his eyes adjusted to see a weird composite of Maria’s face. He’d forgotten to turn the low light off his eye and if that wasn’t weird enough, she decided that it would be a great time to smile at him. Smile. Like this happened all the time.<br><br>“Good to see you, Maria. Little help?” He asked. Had he known about the knife option she’d debated about, he’d probably be a little less excited to see her, but help was help, and as she removed the foam, he found it easier to help her along until he was fully free. “I don’t know what they put in those things…I didn’t even need it…Thank you, Maria” he finally said, giving a look to the woman before he finally smiled. How could he stay mad when she was around…deadliest puppy on the block, and twice as cute.<br><br>“Find the others yet?” he took a look around and noticed them on infrared “Cancel that…come on, Maria. I made you late for the ball.” And started off in the direction of the other ladies. He wouldn’t even try telling the woman to keep a secret. He doubted she had much of a poker face unless she was taking care of business, and we were a few hours away from that. “Miles to go before I sleep…” he muttered as he walked on<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 19:23:31</strong>
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				The ground came up at a good pace and she watched others land, gathering up chutes and making their way towards the group.&nbsp; She circled round, her landing might be a bit shaky, it had been a while since she had landed, but the adrenaline was flowing and she was feeling good.&nbsp; <br><br>Closer, closer it came and she braced herself, the ground so close.&nbsp; Then it was there, she hit, rolled and then got to her feet, rolling the chute up, shrugging out of it and glancing around.&nbsp; She checked her packs, making sure everything was still in place.&nbsp; A quick glance at her wrist indicator had the blimp countdown on it, soon they would have a pretty firework display.<br><br>She looekd around and walke across to the gang, pulling out a ciggie and lighting it, enjoying the buzz she got.&nbsp; She wasnt one to push herself forward, so she watched and waited...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 16:18:17</strong>
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				Mona's threats almost had Zhang bursting out with laughter. It was rather cute, to have this woman now pressing the panic button who just few moments ago was pretending to be all smooth talking and tough in front of her. "Trust me honey, i'll get away with it..and i'll be looking better than anybody else whilst doing it!" She grinned. "See dear, resistance is futile and it'll only make matters worse for you..and believe me when I say this, if I want to make matters horrible for you, I can leave you dismantled in such ways that even the best of technology can't repair you. So better wisen up and answer everything I ask you. Is that clear?"<br><br>Self explainatory..and to think Zhang wasn't even putting any effort right now and merely rambling. "Now, i'm going to come straight to the business. First off, tell me about the project you've been working on. Secondly, I need the access codes for both the building and the internal security. Give me the answer I don't want to hear and we play a little game which you would regret for the rest of your life."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 21:20:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mona groaned. So that was what this was all about! She looked at Zhang with pure hatred. "Never. You are exactly the sort of person we are going to stop! You will learn <em>nothing</em> from me so you may as well just kill me!"<br><br>It was pure bravado. In truth she was terrified. She didn't want to die. She certainly didn't want to be tortured. She was not a brave woman, she was a civil servant. But she was smart enough to realise that anyone willing to go to these lengths to get the information was going to kill her anyway. The best she could hope for was to anger the woman into killing her quickly, she decided!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 15:33:18</strong>
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				Zhang smirked and spoke with disdain. "<em>You?</em> You're going to stop someone like me is that it? How funny Mona. Like I told you before bitch..I can do things to you which can make death seem like a pleasant option. You got your chance and you blew it." Saying so, she opened up her purse and pulled out a small device. Playing with it a little, she placed it on Mona's chest..precisely on her nipple..quickly the device clamped on there. Smiling softly, Zhang pressed a button on there...and soon a large wave of electricity passed through the device and connected to Mona's body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:23:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mona looked with suspicion at the device, then tried desperately to squirm away but the woman grabbed her breast hard and placed it on her nipple. It fastened there painfully and she squealed. Sure, she's had worse that that with nipple clamps and the like, but that had been in fun. This was not fun. She suspected the device did a little more than just clamp on.<br><br>She was not disappointed as a powerful shock coursed through her body. "GNGNGNGGGGAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!" She screamed aloud, and kept screaming until the current switched off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 14:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Zhang paused the device, letting first wave of shock pass, she smirked at the woman in front of her. The scream had been music to her ears. "The answers Mona. This is just the start, maybe i'll raise the level somewhat..or maybe i'll just penetrate you with this little device pushed in your cunt and give you shock there. Be quick, five seconds for you to start speaking or the next shock comes..and it's gonna be a much more severe one!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 20:49:42</strong>
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				Mona gasped for breath... five seconds? Oh god no, she couldn't take any more of that! "No, please, I'll tell you... It's an AI project, international law enforcement, code named Veritas. Supposed to take over running the campaign against the drug cartels because the top guys in DEA have been paid off by them. It's funded by a coalition of governments in the Caribbean, including Trinidad, Cuba, Belize, Guatemala, Jamaica and The Windward Isles. No one is supposed to know anything about it..." She paused and sobbed.<br><br>"Please, please don't kill me? I don't want to die...!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 13:29:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhang had the information recorded in her implant and shook her head. "Another attempt to take out the cartels? You know, there's few things as annoying as having my supply of weed getting interrupted. I mean really, an attempt on that is almost like a breach of my damn fundamental rights!" She said smirking and tapped on Mona's chest. "Shut the fuck up and continue to talk and I might show some mercy to you. Now spit out the damn codes Mona, this little thing i'm holding in my hands..it's getting a little bit hungry for some more taste of human flesh..especially those wonderful dark nipples of yours!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 17:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the hacker get out of the foam was like someone hatching from the egg. If they were a human like her and not a big baby chick, of course. She giggled at the image in her mind now, bouncing on her heels as he got out. He then thanked her as he straightened himself up and directed a nice smile to her.<br><br>Maria beamed at Oni when he thanked her, pleased that she had been useful for the mission so far. It meant she wasn’t going to get shot or anything, which was good in her opinion. Less gunshot wounds means less need of a repair, and less repairs means using less money. One of the reasons she had joined this was to get money after all. <br><br>She followed him like a puppy, humming an off tune hymn her mother had taught her while they walked to the others. She was a bit confused on the ‘ball’ part, since she was sure this mission didn’t have anything going to parties. Nothing in the report or mentions of the job the Major had told her included parties or balls.<br><br>Did it? <br><br>She suddenly felt nervous and anxious, certain she had forgotten something about the job and, if the others found out about it, she would be in a lot of trouble. As they walked, she felt her anxiety growing and she started to flick her blades in and out and in and out with increasing use. Finally, the fear got the best of her. She reached out and tugged on his arm timidly. What if he got mad? He didn’t get mad so far, and she hoped he wouldn’t get mad now. She looked at him and winced, expecting the worse to happen when she said:<br><br>"I didn't know we had to go to a ball.”<br><br>Pulling back, she raised her arms up and tried to cover her head. As if she has been subjected to this a lot of times. Of course, it must have happened to her with her line of work. But whether it was in the military or her as a mercenary wasn't easy to tell. All that was known now that she was suspecting a nasty beating of some sort.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 20:43:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mona nodded. "Access codes.. yes.. external gate code is four four four four. Easy one for the subcontractors..." She smiled half heartedly at the weak attempt at a joke. She really didn't want to die, not here and now, and not like this... "Front door code is One Nine Six Two. Elevator code is one three eight oh star four five. There's a retinal scanner that you have to look in as you press the star key. Computer room is palm locked. You press your right hand onto a palm scanner. That's it..."<br><br>She sobbed, closing her eyes. The woman probably had no further use for her now... Maybe... maybe she could be useful...? "If you want to get in, you'll need someone with a retina and palm print that are in the security computer. You need me... I can get you in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 20:56:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne beckoned the others over. "Come on you lot, time's a-waisting. As John Wayne put it so eloquently, 'We're burnin' daylight'". In fact the horizon was beginning to lighten in the east. "Nikki, do you have transport?"<br><br>She gathered her team together quickly and ushered them to the road.<br><br>"You've got a safe-house for us? Del Matise's appartment, or somewhere else?"<br><br>Over their private com link, Anne sent to Nikki, <em>Tonight, darling, we'll have a bit of fun. Once the mission is over. I might even let you tie me up, I know you enjoy that!</em><br><br>To Iffie, she sent <em>Team inserted. transmit coms software to everyone. I want them all on the IF network within sixty seconds.</em><br><br>The AI complied, transmitting a new coms package directly to the implant of each team member. The software was a sophisticated scrambling and frequency hopping enabler that would work with any implant but worked best with military ones.<br><br>To Oni, it would appear that the demon which had been circling the angel that had visited him earlier, knocked on his door and said "Delivery for Oni", handed him a package and flew away. <br><br>The others would get whatever representation their personal cyber-space configuration allowed - most being something similar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3874770#msg3874770">Quote from: Chrystal on 10-11-2010, 20:49:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Anne smiled at the new arrival, not caring whether she could see it or not. She kept one arm around Nikki and extended the other in a friendly handshake.<br><br>"Miss Faireborn, glad you could make it. I'm Major Anne Laughton, your employer. This is my second in command." She chuckles. "Iffie isn't actually physically here, but rest assured her presence is! Iffie is simply a way of pronouncing I.F.A.I. - Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence." We just need to wait for the rest of the team to hit the ground, and we'll get moving."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3913644#msg3913644">Quote from: Chrystal on 19-11-2010, 20:56:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Anne beckoned the others over. "Come on you lot, time's a-waisting. As John Wayne put it so eloquently, 'We're burnin' daylight'". In fact the horizon was beginning to lighten in the east. "Nikki, do you have transport?"<br><br>She gathered her team together quickly and ushered them to the road.<br><br>"You've got a safe-house for us? Del Matise's appartment, or somewhere else?"<br><br>Over their private com link, Anne sent to Nikki, <em>Tonight, darling, we'll have a bit of fun. Once the mission is over. I might even let you tie me up, I know you enjoy that!</em><br><br>To Iffie, she sent <em>Team inserted. transmit coms software to everyone. I want them all on the IF network within sixty seconds.</em><br><br>The AI complied, transmitting a new coms package directly to the implant of each team member. The software was a sophisticated scrambling and frequency hopping enabler that would work with any implant but worked best with military ones.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Uh, my handle's Dani, Danica, or...more commonly 'you'." she says in greeting, a slight flush of her cheeks at being corrected about the identity of 'Iffy'.&nbsp; Flesh arm crossing over her chest to grasp the metal one, eyes flicker, to anyone able to see small display in her left eye, a safe, one of many set into a wall begins to open, showing an old Cellphone.&nbsp; It rises, and the slides up into the corner of the display, but not activated, yet.&nbsp; She knoes better, and waits for someone else to activate the app, before doing so herself.<br><br>"So, what's your handle? Major?&nbsp; Boss?" she asks, looking over the others,&nbsp; she shrinks back a little, obviously this is a new league of edge runner she'll be working with.&nbsp; Major experience, major backing here, and nothing like the street scum, "Chaol." she says, more to herself, a quiet little word.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 18:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhang quickly made mental notes of all the numbers, storing them in her databank. "So, the retina scan and palm prints..is that it?" She said with her neck craned. "How very sweet of you to tell that to me. Because otherwise, I was just going to hack your body into pieces and dump it away." She gave a twisted grin and pulled out her gun. "Bye bitch." She said calmly and fired quick shots in succession aimed at Mona's chest. They made a small, almost inaudible sound and blood trickled out. Zhang put the gun away as she produced another device from her purse which was a mini-raygun and it quickly removed both of Mona's hands. Grabbing a container lying nearby, she put it in that for the moment before taking another machine, placing it over both of Mona's eyeballs, she held it firmly over them and pressed the button..and they were extracted out smoothly from the sockets, landing in the small container attatched to the machine. Zhang grabbed the raygun again before slashing up Mona's body into pieces and then picked it up in the sheets before packing it in a bag and walked out whistling with her things. She jumped in Mona's small car and dumped the bag in the middle of the way before getting in her own car parked near the club. For anyone who ever found out, Mona shall have disappeared whilst at the club.<br><br><div align="center">-----</div><br>The team was standing together at this point. Nikita nodded. "Mona's house can be useful for some more time. I'm pretty sure there will be some more information to be found in there as well, which just might come in handy on what we're about to do. The transport, well I have a car here right now in which we're going to have to cram ourselves in. If anyone wants to complain, you can do so and also gain a free bullet with it." She said looking at the faces of members. As she was speaking that she got the message on private link from Anne. "Now that's what I call real fun, that weak bitch Mona was such a bore! And once this is over, not just tying dear..but much more than that!" She smiled lightly when she sent the message.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:17:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3914980#msg3914980">Quote from: yuna0417 on 20-11-2010, 03:35:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Uh, my handle's Dani, Danica, or...more commonly 'you'." she says in greeting, a slight flush of her cheeks at being corrected about the identity of 'Iffy'.&nbsp; Flesh arm crossing over her chest to grasp the metal one, eyes flicker, to anyone able to see small display in her left eye, a safe, one of many set into a wall begins to open, showing an old Cellphone.&nbsp; It rises, and the slides up into the corner of the display, but not activated, yet.&nbsp; She knoes better, and waits for someone else to activate the app, before doing so herself.<br><br>"So, what's your handle? Major?&nbsp; Boss?" she asks, looking over the others,&nbsp; she shrinks back a little, obviously this is a new league of edge runner she'll be working with.&nbsp; Major experience, major backing here, and nothing like the street scum, "Chaol." she says, more to herself, a quiet little word.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Anne smiled at Dani. "Either will do, but I prefer Major." The random word goes into her implant and a definition pops up: Streetspeak: CHAOL - To be tough; a real stud. She chuckles softly. "That's Word, sister, and you better believe it!" Anne was military, and didn't use the slang that was killing her native tongue like a creeping parasite.<br><br>The two crates of equipment landed nearby, and Anne nodded. "Okay, people, break the boxes open and get everything in the boot of the car."<br><br>The car was big enough. She simply commandeered the front passenger seat as was her right as unit commander, calls of "shotgun" notwithstanding. Her answer to anyone who objected would be quite literally what they were objecting to. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IRON FIST FOR HIRE [Game thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:30:25</strong>
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				Since she didn't get the reply she wanted, which meant no reply at all, it didn't help Maria feel better about herself and she bit her lower lip in order to stave off the anxiety. Muttering something under her breathe in reply, a needing to go ahead for this or that, she jogged ahead of him. Anna would want them to regroup, so she hurried to where she last saw the Major land so she could be there and not be a menace to the mission. She was honestly worried of not being useful. It wasn't an issue for her in terms of physical strength, she had that in spades (even if she didn't know what it meant), but she was more concerned in terms of mental strength. <br><br>She wasn't the brightest crayon in the bunch and even she knew that. But she didn't want the others to know and think she was a liability. It was shown when at the airport and she couldn't behave, which earned her a threat and warning to calm down. While it gave her some benefits, Oni taking care of her worn out system, not all of her blunders will come out like those. She'll get scolded, threatened... <em>hurt</em> if she did it wrong. It wasn't something she wasn't used to, she was a mercenary after all, but she had a feeling Anne (with Oni's help) could do something to harm her for good.<br><br>This team was actually a nice team. Sure some of them were scary, like Anne and Nikki and all the others, but they seemed nice enough. They didn't call her 'tin can' or anything like that since they too had cybernetics and this mission was a lot more fun the ones she was used to. Usually, she just knocked someone out or shot someone from a distance. She got to fly! If doing more fun things meant being with these people, than she had to let them, know she wasn't going to be a problem for their mission. And it seemed like the mission was really important to them since they killed two of their former team members in it when they weren't helping out a lot.<br><br>Though she couldn't be affected by bullets, she shuddered at the thought still at being hurt. Anne was smart. Scary smart. You had to be in a world like this. The Major would find a way to hurt her and make sure she stayed in line. Maria would behave and stay in line. Just let her please keep her brain not fried. She needed that for her (rare) thinking.<br><br>Well, maybe if she kept <em>quiet</em> about not knowing about the ball, she'll be fine. But... she asked Oni already if they were, which meant he knew. She could... err... say it was a joke and that's it. She was lost in her thoughts until she looked up and saw the new woman in the group. Eyes wide, she tilted her head and blinked. Ah... her brain made a distant echo and she remembered that this must be that person Anne was talking about earlier. One of the new people they had recruited earlier to make up for the sudden 'firing' of the other two women. Catching up to them, leaving Oni behind so she could introduce herself, she slowed down her pace to make herself more quiet and less noisy here. It wasn't hard, considering she was heavier than most due to her enhancements.<br><br>About to say hello, she stopped and realized she might not have permission to speak without Anne letting her do that. Did she need Anne's permission to speak now? Should she ask or should she need the order to do so...? She didn't want to risk it because that would be rude to the others here. And she also didn't want a gun to her face again. They were no longer a busy airport but in the middle of nowhere so whatever could happen to her may happen to her. Maria raised her hand and gave a subdued hand wave and nod of acknowledgment to them all. She was nervous and rather shy, obviously not wanting to incur the wrath of any of the women she was with.
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