Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland
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				Title: <strong>Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 19:32:02</strong>
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				(http://www.mediatime.ch/stadt/estavaye/estintro.jpg) (http://www.ferienheime.ch/admin/images/houseimages/plage11215267449.jpg) <br>(http://images.gadmin.ch/10588/images/detailwide/estavayer_l.jpg)<br><br>Estavayer-Le-Lac is a small market town on the Lac de Neuchâtel in Switzerland. It has a castle, a port that serves cross-lake traffic, a small fishing fleet and a number of pleasure craft.<br><br>The town is popular with tourists and has its own artificial beach. A number of hotels grace the shore-front, and the medieval market place has not changed since the 14th century. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 12:25:39</strong>
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				<b>Devi</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Kacy and Reaper piled into her car and headed towards the town. Orders or no, bonding didn't seem to be in the cards today - she had him drive while she prepped her tools, and he was either finding this the most fascinating road since the invention of the road, or he was so far into his own head she was just a lump of mobile scenery next to him. Hell, maybe he just didn't like her face. Whatever the case, talking it out didn't seem to be either of their styles, so she organized her equipment, stowed her shotgun, and shrugged on a spiked, black leather jacket. It had some metal plates inside it for protection, but it mainly served as urban camouflage - street punks boost cars, and nobody pays it much mind.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Finding a good car took some time - the beaches were too exposed, and it wasn't near urban enough for her to walk around openly without comment. But eventually they found a nice, high end ride parked in a quiet side street, and Kacy left reaper in the car so she could go do her thing. She started out on the cars computing systems - a simple pulsed shock to knock it on it's ass, and then patching in while it restored itself. More a bludgeon than a scalpel, but it worked. The program would kill most the computer functions, but anyone capable of actually driving a car (you barely need to be with some of these high end models) could zip around in it no problem. A lot of car thieves use high end electronics to tap in and control the computers directly, but Kacy preferred to just get them out of the way and dive right into the guts of the thing. It's a lot easier to fool machinery than high end brains designed to deter thieves. Still, the days of a couple bump keys and a slim jim are long gone - not even a keyhole in these high end boys. She had the tools to get everything going, but it would take awhile - cheap cars are a lot easier to boost. 10 minutes or so and she'd be done - just had to keep an eye peeled till then.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 12:10:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander Jackson</strong></div><br>Sitting in the car a few spaces and cars away from Kacy and her future transport, Alexander's eyes were slightly narrowed at the woman in the rearview. Slender, sexy, and deadly. A woman who was uncomfortable in a vulnerable position, but it also made him wonder just how often she did use her body... No matter what the use was. To get what she wanted, is what it mostly all came down to. He looked down to the pistol clutched in his fist, then back up at the girl. At this point, it wouldn't be hard for him to drive up next to her and put a bullet in to the side of her head... Get away from all this. But this was his new life. And these people were who he needed to trust from this point on.<br><br>Placing the gun back inside the small compartment next to his seat, he sighed, and rubbed at his face with his hands. He pushed the door open, after checking for traffic - foot or vehicle, then circled his car to the boot, and opened it up. He pulled his vests and black stealth top off, throwing it in to the boot, followed by the bottoms, revealing the tortured body below it. A scar here and there were mostly scattered across him, besides on his back, which seemed to have been the focus of punishment. Tatters of skin that had healed that way covered the man's back. Pulling on a simple pair of jeans, he then grabbed a black button up shirt, and pulled it up over the scars on his back, then turning to watch Kacy, the dog tags that hung from his neck settling between his thick chest muscles, next to the cross. Neither were visible long, as the shirt was buttoned over them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 15:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbpgqCXCQUSVHq5cyHkh9jGSI00g5e7BsNbCq1DXgr9HdreyIv9g)</div> The two policemen walking down the street had absolutely no idea what they were heading towards. They wore standard issue Police Combat gear, which a decade ago would have been cutting edge military, but now was so out of date it was almost laughable.<br><br>Franz Meinhof was thinking about what his wife would be cooking for dinner that night. He hoped it was goulash, as he really loved her goulash. Maybe he would call her later and ask.<br><br>Didi Zeffer was really wishing she hadn't got quite so drunk the night before. She had woken up early this morning in bed with a woman and a man, neither of whom she'd ever seen before. She had managed to get out of the house she found herself in without waking either of them and called a taxi. She had made it home just in time to get showered, dressed, get some breakfast and get to work. At least she was on contraceptives and anti-STDs, but she really should learn to be more careful.<br><br>It was Meinhof who spotted the punk women sitting in a car, fiddling with things. Probably nothing, probably perfectly legit, but with crime the way it was and society the way it was, anything suspicious was worth checking out. He walked over to the car and tapped on the roof of the vehicle. "Entschuldigen Sie, Fräulein, ist es ein Problem?" <em>Excuse me, Miss, is there a problem?</em><br><br>Zeffer was somewhat surprised by her partner, but she hung back as protocol demanded, covering him, just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 13:05:04</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; Kacy looked up with a frown, her eyes widening as she realized who was knocking on the window. Fucking cops! And not even a horn honk from the backup! She looked out at them for a moment, her eyes wide and flooded with as much helpless innocence as she could muster. She opened the door slightly, her mind racing... she didn't know the first thing about whatever hurdy gurdy talk they were going on in. She could knock one out easy enough if they weren't expecting it, but two was a problem. Still doable, probably. They'd describe her, but it wouldn't be near the hornets nest that'd stir up if she killed one. On the other hand, if she did kill them both there would be no description. And a hornet's nest of pissed off cops grilling everyone in a three city radius.<br><br>&nbsp; Whatever the case, the guy was already there. If he took even a quick look at the ignition, he'd see hardware no one needs to start their own car. Kacy swung out of the car, chest out, flashing her most winning smile, arms up to show her lack of weaponry. "Sorry officer, I don't speak muppet chef" she said sincerely, and then shot her metal arm out, obscenely fast, and smashed it into the helmet protecting his head with enough force to shatter much of it and give him at least a minor concussion, unless he has the skills to dodge it outright. Probably not lethal, but it'll give a hell of a headache. Her other hand is already snaked into her jacket, gripping a knife. Like as not, the first guy is out, so it's just the girl she has to worry about.<br><br>&nbsp; For now, the question of killing them or not was out of her court. If her backup blew off the girls head, the guy was dying too. If the cop got her gun out, Kacy would kill her - that didn't count as a decision so much as a necessity. So for the moment, she had nothing to worry about - just going with the flow. The knife was already on it's way out, and it was going to be thrown into whichever arm was reaching for a gun. Hopefully she'd cripple the girls shooting, close the distance and put her out with a haymaker. On the other hand, that would still leave her with a decision - she'd rather just see her partner blow the pig away. Might not be the best course of action, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about what to do with them at that point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 15:08:49</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - The Reaper.</strong><br><br>Assaulting a cop would land you in jail with a few beatings. Killing a cop would leave you with a vengeful partner. Killing the both of them would leave you with two bodies and, if disposed with properly, no problems. Lucky for Alexander, and unlucky for the police officers, the cards were dealt, played, and it was time to raise or fold.<br><br>Once Alexander saw the officers it was too late, so he instead grabbed the silenced M9 pistol from the boot, closed it, and wandered down the street. Unbeknown to the officers, he circled around behind the female, then sharply closed the gap between them as Kacy assaulted the first. Just as Zeffer grabbed her weapon, Alexander grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth and pushing the pistol up in to her back, behind her heart, and leaned close. "Pray; Heaven embrace me, I am worthy" he whispered in to her ear, before two splatters of blood burst through her chest, filling the air with the fine mist.<br><br>Alexander held the woman until the life had rushed from her body, taking only a few seconds, then looked up at Kacy. "Hurry it up" he said, then scooped up the corpse of his victim, and carrying her to Kacy's car, opening the boot back up after not closing it properly, and dropping the body in to the trunk. He turned, and headed back towards Kacy, intent on taking the second body and disposing of it too, whether he had to kill the officer himself or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 10:07:08</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy shrugged, reaching down and snapping the officers neck with a savage twist of her arm. If one is dead, they both have to be dead. Just hope no one saw her near here - they'll look a lot harder for her with two officers dead. She hefts the man by the back of his body armor, dragging him towards the car Alexander had dumped the girl in. "We need to get out of here... it'll be better if you drive. We just went from a funny "how'd you let that junkie get the drop on you Bob" to "cop killers on the loose" story, and if anyone see's me my description will be up and down the wires. You look a lot less memorable. I'll duck in the back - car's half a minute from driving." She drops off the dead man at Reapers feet, and turns on her heel, heading back to the car. "I can see how you got your name, Reaper" she calls over her shoulder, almost playfully, as she hops back into the car and finishes starting it, leaving the bodies to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 10:47:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Bodies to deal with.</strong></div><br>The man died just as easily as the woman, though a lot less blood and no need to reload. As he was dropped by Alexander's feet, he watched him, before grabbing him and lifting him in to the boot, then looked at Kacy walking back to the car. Sure, it was a lot more heat, but it was a lot easier this way, in Alexander's opinion. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time the cops had put out quite an effort to get him.<br><br>Got his name? He looked over at her again, then down at the two in the boot. Alexander drew first blood, she didn't need to kill the other one. Alexander would've killed him too. Pondering for a moment, he really didn't know what to do. Returning to the safe house in the car would be dangerous with the bodies in the back, and so there would need to be a compromise. He growled, and wired the car to blow with a simple wired charge, meaning when the boot was opened, the bodies would for sure be destroyed. He crossed the road to the new car, and leaned against the car. "We'd best get out of here... There is somewhere we need to stop by before we head back" he told her, then motioned her over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 22:25:55</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy hopped out of the front seat, looking at the other car curiously. "Saw you playing around over there... bomb? Otherwise we'll need to get rid of those bodies some other way." She pulls open the door to the backseat, flopping onto the seat, one leg propped on the doorway. "I don't remember any stops scheduled, but if you got something you need to do let's do it." She lay back, her body settling on the back seat like a lover's on a bed, and she places her boot against the door, pushing off to slide back until her head is against the far door. "If you could shut that door for me, I'd appreciate it" she called out, adding "I just want to lay low until we're well out of the way of pissed off coppers". Laying like this she's invisible to passing cars, apart from a pair of fishnetted knees just poking above the seat. She folds her arms across her chest, watching the roof disinterestedly. This is going to be a fun ride.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She taps her feet restlessly, wondering where they had to go and how long it would take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 09:46:09</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - Designated driver.</strong><br><br>Jackson heard her request just as he put the first foot in the car, and he frowned lightly, then pushed the door shut and dropped down in to the driver seat, pulling his own door closed with a thud. "Claymore" he told her, referring to the explosive she had asked about, then glimpsed in to the rear view. Pissed off coppers would hopefully not result in a high speed pursuit, because laying in the back seat would not be a good place for her to be. Starting the car and then glimpsing back at him, he instantly regretted the latter. "Its an unofficial stop" he told her simply, then pulled out and started off down the street.<br><br>They drove for a few minutes before pulling in to a rest area just outside town, and Alexander turned the engine off, pulling the gun from his belt discretely as he turned in his seat to face Kacy better. "Why this job?" he asked her, his eyes surveying her cautiously as he spoke. "You'd get twice as much going to the opposition and telling them of our plan... Why risk getting blown away?" he asked her, wondering just what her motivations were to be a mercenary, much less a kidnapper mercenary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 11:39:17</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; Kacy lay back as they drove, crossing her legs and bopping her foot to a beat in her head, looking around the car restlessly. She let her arm fall from the seat, resting on the floor, as she sighed, already bored. This whole side stop thing didn't make much sense either, and she wasn't liking it. She popped out her compact as she lay, idly applying some lipstick and playing with her makeup, but mostly using it to catch glimpses of where they were going without poking her head into view. She didn't like this rest stop either, and she made sure she had a knife gripped in her metal arm, against the back seat cushion. If he wanted her dead, he could have just left her with a dead cop, or shot her there. Nonetheless, the dude was acting weird... if he tried anything funny, she could give him another scar for his troubles. <br><br>&nbsp; After he'd stopped the car, she heard the rustle of the gun, discrete or no. For a wild moment she had that sickening sense of fucking up good - she'd been expecting him to grab for her tits, not pull a gun. The knife was ready to plunge through the seatback in a flash, but that wouldn't stop her getting shot. The question that followed relaxed her somewhat, even as it, to some degree, disturbed her even more. What the hell was it to him?<br><br>&nbsp; She rolled her head, frowning at him, and making no indication of the knife clasped in her hidden hand. "Why?" she repeated, rolling the concept around in her head for a moment. Why seemed pretty obvious, to her. "Look guy, do I look like the kind of girl who walks into world famous sushi houses and discusses double crosses and corporate deals over saki and blowfish? I'm a fucking street merc with a talent for shooting people in the face. Someone gave me a chance to work, steady, for good money - I took it. I'm not gonna go running to some assholes I don't know, for money I have not been promised, offering to do work I have not been asked to do, with evidence I don't have, on the off chance he'll want to hire the backstabbing traitor who turned in her last employer to him."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy stretches in the back, arching her back as she yawns, her body flexing tightly under equally tight clothing... though her knife never moves from it's spot against the seat. "Now are we done with the question game, or do you have 19 more for me?" She asks archly as she lays back into the seat, looking out the window at the trees with the expression of an infinitely bored cat. She turns back for a moment and catches reapers eye, her expression serious for a moment, as she adds "By the way, if you notice me not asking you about your business, that would be because I don't give a shit."
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 12:30:10</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - Feeling the hostility.</strong><br><br>Alexander watched her with a studying expression, doing his very best to not give away anything by eye contact or body language, but also trying to read her, not really succeeding in doing both, so settling for her being blocked from his mind. There was a certain element of boredom and annoyance emanating from her, and he felt like he needed to calm her from those emotions.<br><br>As she stretched, his eyes traveled over her slender, sexy body, and his mind drifted for a moment, in to a complete other train of thought. How long had it been since he'd been with a woman... Before the war. Even when he returned, women seemed to have a problem with him. Getting past the scars was one thing. The cold eyes, another. To be with a woman like that, he could only imagine... After spending most of his life with the one woman, it was hard to look at anyone in the same light. But he was still young, and she was so attractive. Still, he showed nothing besides the occasional glance over her body of the sexual nature.<br><br>"I'm sorry for the questions" he told her, then pulled the pistol in front of him, staring at it a moment before placing it on the center console, between the pair. He was about to go off on a spiel about how he didn't talk to anyone for quite some time, and about his paranoia, but instead, he just raised his eyes to hers. There wasn't exactly the right thing to say in this situation, and he considered just turning around and driving, but felt he <em>needed </em>to say something. "Can you blame me?" he asked her, then laughed, looking to the pistol for a moment. "Seems like this group is all about mistakes and bullets... Oni can't be trusted, Nikita seems like a bit of a loose cannon sometimes... " he trailed off, then looked back at her. "What about you? Can I trust you?" he questioned, really wanting to have more than Anne at his side that he could trust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 11:00:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRgGc-diiifU-LW1ox7-5Pin9LxM-EKrZVTIh8etJcPKvEd-Lkn&amp;t=1)</div>Sergeant Grunbaum was the area supervisor for Estavayer-Le-Lac's quieter residential district. It was a plumb job. There was rarely any trouble, and so the lost-contact report that landed on his desk for two of his officers was something he didn't really think much about. He drove to the area they'd been on patrol in, not even bothering to put on his body armour.<br><br>There was no sign of the two officers, but a car he'd not seen before was parked on the street. He got on the radio, speaking in German, "Central, run a check for me on a vehicle". He read off the licence plate. Sure enough the check came back positive. Vehicle reported stolen. "Hmm. I wonder what it's doing here..." He carefully put a pair of rubber gloves on, to avoid leaving his own DNA on the vehicle and tried the doors.<br><br>Grunbaum was not a bad officer, nor was he careless, he was just not used to dealing with mercenary groups like Iron Fist.<br><br>As he opened the trunk of the car, the explosion ripped his chest to shreds. He died instantly.
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				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 00:42:02</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy sat up on her elbow, watching Alexander curiously. "This crew is what I have over here, and you're right, most of 'em I wouldn't trust watching my back. But then, watching my back isn't their job. So yea, you watch my back, I'll watch your back. Not saying I won't fuck off if things get bad, but I won't do it in combat. And I'm not gonna pinkie swear on it, but yea, you can trust me. As far as you can trust anyone." She flopped back onto the seat, crossing her hands behind her head. "Now can we please get out of here? Sooner or later, there's gonna be cops swarming the roads, and I'd like to be off them."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't oblivious to the eyes crawling over her body, but she wasn't discouraging it either. Nothing wrong with giving a guy that much more reason to come back for you if a bullet goes through your leg. 
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 10:51:24</strong>
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				"Nothing wrong with making friends with the firepower" he said simply, then grabbed the pistol, and tucked it back in to place in the holster in the back of his pants. Slowly, he turned back forward, thinking as he did so, and started the car up just again, before the small beep came across in his head, signalling the explosive had been triggered. He sighed a little, knowing that another life was just lost without so much as a glimpse of who it was. He could only hope it was another police officer, not some kind running in to it on a bike or something.<br><br>"Maybe we should make sure we don't need to do anything else... Pick up guns or something else while we're here" he said, then cleared his throat. Sending a message to the Major asking if she wanted anything else took only a few seconds. <em>Besides just a car, what else do we need to bring back to the safe house?</em>. He sent it straight away, but made sure to keep the car running, in case someone had reported it stolen, and the police were on the lookout.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 11:25:00</strong>
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				<strong>Major Anne Laughton</strong><br><br>Anne received the message while nibbling on some cheese, that she was carefully grating. <em>"You were supposed to have two cars and two people driving them."</em> She sent back. <em>"That <strong>is</strong> why I sent both of you, so you wouldn't have to abandon one car. Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Just make sure you aren't followed!"</em> She was tempted to tell Alex to pick up a bottle of wine, but decided it would be a bad idea. She went back to her cooking (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4522157#msg4522157).
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				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 04:08:56</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy hummed to herself as Reaper checked in, twirling a metal pen through her hands. She was idly considering the killing potential of then pen, but really she just wanted something to do with her hands... she was getting restless again, and she wasn't sure what to make of the game of hundred questions with her partner in crime. He didn't seem especially interested in shooting her, so that as a plus. Well, not with a metal gun, any case - she still wasn't sure of his intentions with more fleshy firing mechanisms.<br><br>&nbsp; She rolled onto her stomach with a sigh, hanging her arm over the side of the seat to poke disinterestedly at a few trinkets left on the floor by the previous owner, her leg likewise half off the seat, lolling. "She have anything else for us? I'm looking forward to being able to stretch my legs sometime soon." She stretches along the seat, tightening her muscles with a pleased sigh, savoring the physicality of it before she flops back down, snapping a plastic bag with a flick of her finger. "Nice car like this, you'd think the guy would have something of value back here."
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 04:24:53</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - Feeling a little misinformed.</strong><br><br>"We need a second car" Alexander told her simply, then slammed the car in to gear and skidding around in a U-Turn, heading back in to town to search for another car, of the same caliber of this car. They browsed the streets, until he spotted the guy pulling in to an alleyway in a nice new car, and he slowly pulled up at the alleyway, looking down in to the large parking lot tucked in between the buildings, filled with expensive looking cars.<br><br>"Jackpot" he muttered, then drove down after him, parking a few spaces away. "Alright... Now we wait" he said, then looked back at Kacy. "No cops down here, you're fine" he told her, thinking that their car would fit in to the price range of the other cars, so it would be easy for them to just sit and wait for someone else to come out with the keys to any one of the nicer cars.
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				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 06:04:19</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy looked around warily, frowning at her surroundings. "Yea, says YOU there are no police around.&nbsp; One of the things I have noticed about parking lots in the middle of the day, is people keep driving through them slowly, peering into every stall they pass. It doesn't lend itself to malfeasance." She grabbed her tools, peering around the lot for a likely car. "What do we need another car for, anyways? Should have told us that at the outset - not that I suppose she was expecting us to start shooting holes in the local constabulary and blow up our ride." kacy sighed, running a hand through her spiked hair. "If I'm gonna try and steal a car here, I'll need you to keep a close eye out. If you see anyone, back out of the stall here - if they are on the other side of this car it'll block their view, and whichever side they are on it'll tell me to grab my gear and take off with you. It's too hot here for me to be messing around - if we have to run we can get a car somewhere else."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 06:40:25</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - A new tactic.</strong><br><br>The Reaper sat in the front of the car, thinking for a moment, before shaking his head slowly. "Not here" he said, then looked back at her. "We don't know who is coming out when, so we're just going to wait. Someone who owns one of these cars is going to come back, and then one of us will walk over there, wave the gun around, and take the car while its running... Then once we get back to the safe house, we'll make it work to our standards" he said, then looked around the empty lot. "Anyone who decides to bring this alley in to their attentions is just going to have a day ruiner" he told her with a small shrug. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 09:34:00</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy nods slowly, picking up a gun and settling in to wait, crossing her legs under her and settling onto the middle of the seat, her eyes prowling the alley for potential prey. "I'll boost the car then... if one of us has been seen already it'll be me, and we don't need two descriptions out there." She pauses, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Probably better just to kill them, anyways. They are sure to relate the cop to the carjacking, and as it stands now there might not be any witnesses at all. Best to keep it that way." She pulls a silenced pistol and a knife out of her pack, looking at them with a measuring glance, as if choosing between items on a menu.<br><br>&nbsp; "So" she says conversationally, flipping the blade dexterously around the fingers of her metal hand. "What brings you into our sordid band of brigands? Ex-cop? Military? Government? Something like that, I'd bet. Expecting backup you can trust, that's a dead giveaway you didn't come from any gang or criminal band I've ever run with." She whistles, watching the street. "If I gotta kill someone, I'd rather it be sooner than later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 09:52:22</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Jackson - Death musings</strong><br><br>Alexander sat in the car, thinking for a moment, then looked back at Kacy. "Well, if you intend to kill someone, you should use the knife. We can't take the body, and they might trace the bullet, so you'll have to ditch the piece... And if the knife is clean, you can simply clean it down" he mused, then looked around the lot for a moment, then at the clock. Ah, that would be the answer. The building was a large hotel with a restaurant, and it was only just settling on lunch time.<br><br>"I'm Ex-military" he told her simply, aiming for the truthful rather than having to deal with countering his lies as she demands the truth at gunpoint. He almost said he had worked with Anne, but decided that would be a fatal mistake. "I've been betrayed a few times, so I've got a bit of paranoia... Helps with the job, I guess" he told her, then looked back at her, his eyes drifting over her, taking in the weapons, then her stockings and what they covered. "That and the trigger finger" he added, then looked back to her face. "So you're a crim, huh?" he asked, recalling she said she'd run with a few crews.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 10:17:33</strong>
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				<br><b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; Kacy tossed the gun back in the bag, acknowledging her partners reasoning with a nod. "No need wasting a good gun, I suppose." She continues flipping the knife through her fingers, watching the lot with a small frown. "I was a businesswoman." she replied, watching the knife fly through her fingers. "And a damn good one. There's just a limited number of business models that allow for a girl like me, and crime happens to be the most profitable." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She propped a leg up on the door, shifting into yet another position in the sporty car and blowing air out of her nose. "Now this here" she adds, waving her arm around the car, as if it encompassed their current shared life choices. "This is not a business. This is just temp work for fuck-up's and bored retiree's. Sure there's money here, and even skill, but this is no model for a business. What I used to do, that was work - multiple revenue streams, juggling employees, competitors - hell, I even had a legal department." Kacy stopped the knife, holding up her metal arm like a court exhibit. "Of course, the hostile takeovers are a bit more extreme in that line of work." She scanned the lot again, a self deprecating smirk spreading across her face. "But just like any business world, once you've really fucked up, you are out. And I, my friend, am out. So it's temp work for me."<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Estavayer-Le-Lac, Switzerland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 00:37:16</strong>
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				<strong>GM POST</strong><br><br>The two of them were so deep in discussion that they almost didn't hear Anne's call come through to both of them on the secure IF network. "Where the fuck are you? Get your arses back here NOW, or you will both be fired... and you've seen what happens when I fire people..."<br><br>They looked at each other and shrugged, deciding that they had better do what Anne said.<br><br>Pretty soon they were back at the safe house, with the same number of cars they started with - one - but Anne didn't care. One of them would be walking home was all...
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