R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)
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				Title: <strong>R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 23:37:09</strong>
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				Snow fell over the tenements of London.&nbsp; It had been a harsher winter than usual, and ice coated the roads.&nbsp; A lone figure in a white jacket crunched his way through the snow, looking up at the glare of the sun in the overcast conditions.&nbsp; At a nearby checkpoint, the Maple Leaf flag was being raised to indicate the changing of the guard, as the man made his way through the chain link fence that surrounded the neighborhood.&nbsp; "For your safety"&nbsp; Parliament had said, but mostly it was a bother, bottling up neighborhoods into their own little administrative districts to keep up with the Americans.&nbsp; <br><br>Times were certainly good in London, Ontario.&nbsp; The stranger handed over his ID card, where after a quick scan, his identity was confirmed as Dr. Raphael Astor, General Practitioner.&nbsp; The gate guard, as was his habit, rolled his eyes at the man's insistence on earning his living two districts over, necessitating a long walk through the industrial supply corridor.&nbsp; One could get hurt from all the chemicals being transported.&nbsp; And besides, who would ever really want to leave his community anyway?&nbsp; Raphael stepped out towards the railing of the bridge that marked the boundary of his assigned district, and lit a cigar, letting the ashes trail down into the Thames.<br><br>The guard couldn't help but want to laugh every time he saw Raphael acting like this.&nbsp; He didn't work in his home district, but even more he was a smoker.&nbsp; It was a wonder indeed that he even earned his community service credits, considering how much time he spent bottled up in his house.&nbsp; But, on the other hand, he was just too convenient, a man so suspicious that he isn't actually doing anything.&nbsp; His house had been searched many a time, his far too frequent vacations very carefully inspected, and yet he always came up clean.&nbsp; Too clean.&nbsp; <br><br>Raphael began walking through the urban valleys into the heart of the district, knowing that he'd need a partner soon.&nbsp; He'd made a lot of progress, but he still didn't have anything definite.&nbsp; He wasn't even certain he had anything he could use.&nbsp; And yet, with the sounds of shouting coming from a nearby alley, he got his chance.&nbsp; Today was the day when the new Distric Coordinator arrived.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he was proving to be a hard headed man who didn't tolerate the usual "loyal disinters" that tended to show up.&nbsp; The girl backed against the wall as the new coordinator and a pair of toughs Raphael recognized from church accosted her.&nbsp; He didn't recognize the girl, but the coordinator was of a type he'd recognize anywhere.&nbsp; Whatever the case, the situation would soon escalate, judging from the girl's hand in her jacket.&nbsp; Raphael knew well the expression of a person about to draw a concealed weapon, and that girl displayed the expression like a billboard.<br><br>Raphael gritted his teeth and tapped the new coordinator on the shoulder, flashing him a smile as he turned around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 05:08:12</strong>
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				Gwen's hand closed around the handle of her knife, in a back hold as the man tapped one of the men on the shoulder. Her wide green eyes open as far as possible with fear. Not three seconds ago he had been fumbling with her shirt. He would have opened it, he would have...<br><br>Carefully pulling the knife out, Guenevere pressed harder against the wall. A soft whimper escaped her throat. They had known about everything, her questioning, her... God, what would happen to her? She was going to lose everything! Her home, her self. They would put her in one of those carts, and she would never be heard from again.<br><br>Beginning to hyperventilate, Gwen panicked, and pushed away from the wall, managing three steps before the man to her left grabbed her arm, flinging her back against the wall. Her head connected with such force, stars danced before her eyes. Of course, by then, her hand had already lashed up, the hilt of her knife with the steel plate had already smashed the man's temple and he was on the ground, drooling. <br><br>Stumbling away, Gwen fell, and stared at the men in front of her, red hair in disarray, leather coat damaged beyone repair, andmascara tracked down her cheeks asymmetrically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 05:59:32</strong>
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				Raphael lunged forward, knowing he truly had to intervene now.&nbsp; As the neighborhood coordinator panicked, Raphael delivered a massive haymaker to the man's kidney, follwing it up with a carefully placed knee to the groin.&nbsp; The coordinator collapsed to the ground, but not before his companion had drawn his shotgun level with Raphael's chest.&nbsp; Raphael looked directly into the other man's eyes, his white gloves flexing in the cold.<br><br>His intervention had perhaps been a bit poorly thought out.&nbsp; His eyes turned to Guenevere's battered form, and he realized she was standing right behind the cop who was threatening him.&nbsp; Raphael smiled, even began to laugh, wondering how he suddenly became the threat.&nbsp; Sure, it was because he had attacked the ranking officer while Gwen had simply done what women threatened with rape had done for centuries, yet it still struck him as amusing just how often the civic authorities managed to get things so wrong.&nbsp; The man with the shotgun looked at Raphael with a puzzled look on his face, still to filled with adrenaline to be pointing a gun at a real dissident to think about what he was doing just a moment before.&nbsp; <br><br>The coordinator groaned as he lay in the snow, his hands clutching his crotch as pain ran through him.&nbsp; His only thoughts were of how much suffering he was going through, and how he was going to kill whoever attacked him from behind.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:55:47</strong>
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				Gwen stared at the man, shotgun leveled at the other's chest. Sure, she didn't know what was going on, except that the three would rape her, and the other seemed to be helping her. But that would be enough, it seemed. Slowly getting up, watching the man in white laugh maniacally, her grip on the knife's hilt tightened, as her teeth bit painfully into her bottom lip.<br><br>The pain gave her something to center on, like a slap to the face. It cleared her head enough, to know whats he was doing. Turning, she lined up her shot, knowing there was only one chance, and with all the strength in her body, she twisted with her arms pulling up, delivering a cracking blow right to the bottom of the man's skull. Perfect.<br><br>He was down, unconscious, and Guenevere stood, mouth gaping as the knife clattered to the ground. "What have I done?" She whispered, immediately regretting what she had done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 23:29:41</strong>
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				Raphael walked forward, giving the coordinator a swift kick in the face to make sure he was out.&nbsp; The thugs had picked a good alley to do this in, completely free of cameras.&nbsp; Apparently, they hadn't gotten Echelon in on this.&nbsp; "You just saved both are lives."&nbsp; Raphael answered sincerely, picking up the knife.&nbsp; The thug had seem his face, his name was Johnny.&nbsp; Raphael had sat next to Johnny a couple of times in the pews, and knew him to be a fair and honest man, not the kind who would participate in a rape.&nbsp; He wouldn't conceal the identity of the man who assaulted the new coordinator, regardless of what he was doing.&nbsp; Raphael took a deep breath, and looked Gwen straight in the eyes.&nbsp; "You may want to turn around."&nbsp; He said softly but firmly, driving the blade of the knife directly into Johnny's left lung.&nbsp; He'd live, assuming whoever found him called for medical attention immediately and didn't remove the knife, but he wouldn't be making coherent testimony any time soon.&nbsp; At least not while remaining alive.<br><br>Raphael stood up from his coup de grace, walking slowly over to Gwen.&nbsp; "This place isn't safe, and you'll need to leave that knife.&nbsp; I have an apartment not far from here, I can get you a shower and a cup of coffee."&nbsp; He promised, taking her by the hand and leading her carefully over the cobbles.&nbsp; On a moral level, he regretted what he did, but considered it a necessary sacrifice for his own safety and the safety of Gwen.&nbsp; The two of them had just broken the deadliest law of all for those living under repressive regimes; they had fought back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 03:44:01</strong>
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				She stared at the ma, as if he were deranged. "I... what... Who are you?" She asked softly, before gasping as his fingers closed around her knife. At his warning, she turned, and covered her face, gasping as she heard the knife slide home. "Oh god... Oh god, oh god... You just killed him..." She whispered, stumbling back to the wall. She didn't protest as he took her hand, and began to lead her away, however. She was in shock.<br><br>Even if she weren't, she couldn't go home anyhow. She was doomed. She followed the man numbly for quite a bit, before turning her eyes to him. "Who are you?" She asked, face blank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 04:06:29</strong>
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				Raphael leaned in close to the girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, as if he were a lover.&nbsp; All the better to deflect suspicion, he surmised, as they walked out into the street.&nbsp; He began to whisper into the girl's ear.&nbsp; "My name is Dr. Raphael Astor, I'm a surgeon, formerly of the Royal Marines.&nbsp; That man isn't going to die, trust me.&nbsp; I'd be careful though.&nbsp; The first thing they teach you in MOS training for noncombatants is that you shouldn't carry a lethal weapon unless you plan to kill someone with it."&nbsp; Raphael felt a bit bad for admonishing the girl, but they had to move quickly, before the neighborhood was locked down.&nbsp; An assault on an officer of the law was one of the most severe crimes, and required a full lockdown to deal with it.<br><br>Raphael led Gwen into the elevator to his apartment, and let go of her, leaning back towards the metal cage which enclosed the elevator as it took him up to his floor.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; Raphael said, carefully leading the girl on.&nbsp; "You've just committed a very serious crime, and I made things worse by committing an even more serious crime.&nbsp; We need to consider how we're going to get out of here."&nbsp; Raphael pulled out his keys and opened up the door to his house, ushering the girl inside.&nbsp; "Do you have any traveling papers?"&nbsp; He asked, after the door had closed.&nbsp; He'd never seen the girl around before, but he knew that he needed her.&nbsp; The only way he could get around her shock was by keeping her busy, keeping her thinking about the future, and how she was going to approach it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 04:34:50</strong>
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				Gwen didn't think to pull away as she walked along side him, listening. She frowned slightly at his admonition, but didn't retort. She followed him numbly into the elevator, and hugged herself, barely listening to him as she watched the wall through the cage. "Traveling papers?" She said detachedly. "No, none of those." She'd never really needed to travel. She had a comfortable enough job. Gwen was a bit reclusive, but why wouldn't she? If she was ever caught, they would go down with her. This surgeon was a perfect example.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 04:49:17</strong>
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				Raphael pulled out a can of beer from the fridge, offering it to the girl.&nbsp; "You can always count on alcohol to calm your nerves after a shock."&nbsp; He told her gently, pressing the can out towards her.&nbsp; A bottle of whiskey had always been his friend during the war, and had kept him company through many otherwise nightmare filled nights.&nbsp; "I think we have to get out of here as quickly as possible, after what's happened."&nbsp; He announced unilaterally, waiting to see what her reaction would be.<br><br>"I have a house by the sea shore, out of the major cities and away from surveillance.&nbsp; I believe we can stay there for a while, and we might just be alright."&nbsp; He said carefully, wondering if the girl knew just how much trouble she was in now.&nbsp; She had been in a nasty situation before, but depending on how much to coordinator enjoyed raping her, she might just end up held indefinitely in jail until the coordinator took her as a mistress on a semi permanent basis.&nbsp; He was rather young looking, in fact, so he might just use her as a wife.&nbsp; She was certainly pretty enough, and the sort of men who got into positions of authority liked having a woman that they could force to do anything under threat of legal action.<br><br>"How are you about politics?"&nbsp; He asked probingly, trying to figure out why the girl had ended up in that alley, and what advantage he could take from that knowledge.&nbsp; He had to warm the girl up slowly before he told her what he needed her for, otherwise she'd call him a paranoid maniac and likely turn him in to the authorities to restore her own reputation.&nbsp; At least until the next coordinator took command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 04:58:37</strong>
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				Gwen pushed the beer away, shaking her head. She hated the stuff. "Vodka, if you have it." She replied. "Else nothing, thanks." She sighed, and slumped into a chair in his apartment, nodding as he suggested they leave. "I don't pay much attention to politics." She replied simply, looking down. She didn't want to know unless it directly effected her. Else she would join a crew like last time...<br><br>With a sigh, she pulled her legs up,and hugged them to her chest, eyes casting about. "How can we leave if they're in lockdown?" She asked softly, large green eyes meeting his curiously.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:18:23</strong>
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				Raphael went to his liquor cabinet and brought out a dusty bottle from the back.&nbsp; "I'm afraid it's vintage from the war, but I do have some."&nbsp; He commented, as he pulled out a shot glass and placed it on the coffee table along with the vodka for his guest.&nbsp; Raphael sat down on his futon, looking Gwen in the eyes and trying not to have his face light up with a defiant spark.<br><br>"The best way we'll get past the lockdown is by doing exactly what we're supposed to do, locking our doors and waiting it out.&nbsp; There will be a delay while they put Johnny into the medical clinic, and get the coordinator in shape to give orders.&nbsp; There's no need for a house to house search in this case, because they already have all the evidence they need on the knife."&nbsp; Raphael slowly pulled off his gloves, looking somewhat regretful.&nbsp; "Your prints and DNA are all over the thing, so you'll be their first target.&nbsp; Do you have a SIN?"&nbsp; <br><br>A SIN, or Single Identification Number, was the national ID system, and one was registered to all citizens.&nbsp; All government business was conducted through a person's SIN, and identification was accomplished through a radio transmitter chip implanted in the hand.&nbsp; To help protect the integrity of the system, the transmitter chip was attuned to the user's blood type, and tended to disintegrate rapidly if removed from the body.&nbsp; Of course, that didn't keep one from removing the transmitter, but officially it was a forfeiture of citizenship, and unofficially, it was a forfeiture of status as a human being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:23:57</strong>
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				Gwen swallowed, and nodded at his question at the SIN. In her left hand, a tiny scar bisected the line under the pads of her palm. They would know it was her. Again. Shit, there was nothing she could do. perhaps dying... No. She would find another way... Casting her eyes about, she looked back at him. "You're going to pull it out, aren't you?" She asked calmly. Like it or not, they were in this together. She had been an instigator in the riot, three years earlier, and someone had finally recognized her. It was bound to happen...
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:41:36</strong>
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				Raphael nodded, and walked over to the girl's hand, tracing his fingers along the line of the scar.&nbsp; "I'm afraid it must be done in the next fifteen minutes, or an assault team will be breaking down the door within the next thirty."&nbsp; He looked up towards her, trying, along with his gentle touch, to reassure her that he had her best interests at heart.&nbsp; "Removal and then destruction of the transmitter is really the best option.&nbsp; The only other reliable methods are to run a high voltage electrical current through your body or seal you in a metal box, neither of which are exactly appealing, I would think."&nbsp; <br><br>He opened up a cabinet beneath his sink, revealing an impressive stash of medical supplies.&nbsp; He pulled out a sterile set of surgical instruments, a large needle, and several bottles of various substances.&nbsp; "I'll put you under local anesthesia and get it out.&nbsp; Would you like some tranquilizer pills to help reduce the stress?"&nbsp; He asked, moving directly to cleaning her hand with a cotton ball and alcohol in preparation for surgery.&nbsp; "Don't worry, you're going to get through this.&nbsp; You just have to trust me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 19:45:44</strong>
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				She shook her head at the tranquilizer. The local didn't even really appeal to her. "Taking it out and ensuring it gives a false trail wouldn't be better?" She asked, mind clear, while the emotional side of her was shut down. Act now, panic later. She sat down, and lay her hand, face up, on the counter, eyeing the instruments, before turning her emerald gaze to the Doctor. "If we seal it in a baggie with some of my blood and flush it down the toilet, then it would make them go somewhere else, wouldn't it?" She added.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 00:11:40</strong>
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				Raphael smiled at her suggestion, glad at least that she was thinking.&nbsp; "The SIN chip draws its power source from being wired into your nervous system, so it'll shut down as soon as it's removed from your body.&nbsp; You may also experience a loss of feeling in one of your fingers."&nbsp; He said carefully as he thrust the long needle into her hand, carefully getting it inserted and slowly depressing the plunger, numbing the hand to complete the operation.<br><br>Raphael waited several seconds, and pulled out a scalpel, giving Gwen a couple of light pokes with its sharp tip.&nbsp; "Did you feel that?"&nbsp; He asked, carefully positioning his hand to make an incision.&nbsp; Removing a SIN chip was a delicate operation, and if he messed up he would cause permanent damage.&nbsp; On the other hand, at least it was better than the tradition of cutting the hand the chip was implanted in off with a meat cleaver.&nbsp; Raphael shook his head, wondering at the silly things TV drama characters did with their SIN chips in futile attempts to escape the authorities.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 15:01:04</strong>
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				Gwen nodded, and inhaled as the needle slid into her hand, eyes closed for the operation. She was fine with it happening, but she didn't want to watch. She shook her head as he asked if she felt something. The local had immediately numbed her hand, and she sighed, leaning on her other hand for the duration. While she waited, eyes closed, she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift, let her emotions out of the tightly locked cage.<br><br>Tears began to run down her eyes, though nothing else changed. Sorrow for the life she had lost, for what was happening to her. There wasn't much else that she felt. Much else that she wanted to feel at that instant. Perhaps if he had a full body local? No, then she couldn't run. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 15:25:14</strong>
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				Raphael sliced into Gwen's hand and carefully placed a pair of forceps in, rooting around slightly before locating the SIN chip and slowly pulling it out, retrieving a small pair of scissors to cut its connections to her body.&nbsp; A few seconds later, he was stitching up her hand, carefully applying antibiotic gel to the site.&nbsp; The entire operation had taken less than five minutes.&nbsp; Raphael picked up the chip and placed it on the floor, stamping on it hard several times with his foot to be completely certain that it was no longer transmitting.<br><br>Looking back at Gwen, he noticed that she was beginning to cry, and wrapped an arm around her, wiping her tears.&nbsp; "I'm afraid you won't be able to manage any commercial transactions anytime soon, but you should be alright otherwise.&nbsp; I don't have an extra bed, but if you're tired you can sleep on my couch while we wait out the lockdown."&nbsp; He said gently, stroking her cheek and taking a look at her hand, to ensure he had done things properly.&nbsp; "Or, if you like, we could talk about how we're going to get you out of town."&nbsp; He offered, looking over to the traveling papers he had prepared for himself several nights ago.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 16:31:43</strong>
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				Gwen leaned against the comforting warmth he permitted. A soft laugh escaped her throat as he made a soft joke. She was tired, but did she have time for sleep? Her hand was useless for awhile, at least. "I suppose it would be best to figure out how to get me out..." She said softly. "We can't just stuff me into a car's trunk, can we?" She asked softly, eyes opening, and staring at her hand, with the ugly black stitches cinching the swelling skin together. She sighed, and allowed him to take her body weight. She was so tired...
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 17:35:21</strong>
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				Raphael grinned unconsciously, leaning into the girl.&nbsp; "Sticking you in a car trunk would be an easier way to get you out, if I could afford a car."&nbsp; Raphael simply couldn't make the payments and pay for gas, not with the expenses he ran up outfitting the house by the sea, and his other expenses.&nbsp; "We'll have to take the train.&nbsp; The easiest way for you to get on there is as luggage.&nbsp; SINless women are quite frequently smuggled via rail as sex slaves, but the involved situations would be... inconvenient."&nbsp; Raphael stood and left towards his room, fetching a few objects from his closet.<br><br>He returned with a large leather bag and a small plastic box, containing a white powder.&nbsp; "Our best bet, really, is to impersonate a drug smuggler, and bring you in under the pretense that you're several kilos worth of cocaine."&nbsp; The man set his supplies down in the sitting room, determining that with a known fugitive in his living room, he couldn't possibly get into more trouble.&nbsp; "How flexible are you?"&nbsp; He asked, pulling a number leather belts out of the bag.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 17:49:44</strong>
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				Gwen blinked surprisedly. "Uhh... I... I don't know?" She replied, wondering how impersonating a drug smuggler would help make them incognito. "I'm not too keen in being stuck in a piece of luggage covered with cocaine,though." She added, eying his supplies. <br><br>(Gah, sorry my brain has fled!)
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 18:01:50</strong>
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				Raphael sat back down on the couch, not at all surprised by her reluctance.&nbsp; "The best way, in my experience, to deflect suspicion, is by being insanely suspicious.&nbsp; The state happens to think that I'm a gay drug addict possibly smuggling weapons, and I like it that way.&nbsp; It keeps them from figuring out what I'm really doing."&nbsp; He walked around the girl, looking very carefully at her body.&nbsp; "You've got fairly small bones.&nbsp; I think you could fit, as long as you had a few straps around you to keep you in position.&nbsp; I know it's uncomfortable sounding, but before we leave I'll give you a large dose of sedatives, so you most likely won't even remember what happend."&nbsp; Raphael continued speaking, slowly realizing he was starting to sound crazier and crazier by the minute.&nbsp; "This was the best plan I could think of, given the circumstances."&nbsp; He admitted.<br><br>A second later, he realized he had erred greatly by inadvertently revealing to the girl that there was a plan.&nbsp; He bit his tongue, trying to contain the blush that was trying to spread across his features.&nbsp; He had spent the last couple of weeks carefully arranging things so that he would be able to do something like what he was about to do, and had spent the past several days simply trolling around for an opportunity.&nbsp; Now that he had one though, it could be gone in the blink of an eye without the proper trust.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 20:01:45</strong>
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				Gwen stared at the man like he was, well... crazy. "Pla- What?" She asked, shaking her head. Just then, the automatic emergency system engaged in Lock down. They were looking for her. Shaking her head, she hissed at him "What are you doing?" She asked. "Why the need to posture as a gay drug dealer?" She demanded. She knew that she would be going in the suitcase. There wasn't any other option she could think of. Not without papers or a SIN chip. "You need to tell me right now." She added. "For some reason I'm trusting you, but if I can't, I need another plan. What the hell is going on?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 21:26:45</strong>
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				Raphael took a deep breath, realizing that he'd have to tell her sooner or later.&nbsp; "You know, of course, that there's something strange going on in this country."&nbsp; He paused, going ahead and pouring himself a shot of vodka.&nbsp; "Just before I left the military, we got assigned to guarding the water treatment plant from a terrorist plot.&nbsp; I happened to get lost in the middle of guard duty, and saw a group of black suited men carrying chemicals into the heart of the plant.&nbsp; I ran to my superior officer, but he informed me that they had permission from the secretary of defense, and ordered me to keep silent about the affair."&nbsp; Raphael paused and pulled a small stack of papers from the leather case, handing them to Gwen.&nbsp; <br><br>"These are test results from the city water supply, they indicate the presence of an unknown material, in fairly signifigant quantities.&nbsp; I've distilled the material and begun testing it on animals.&nbsp; They become very docile, and also very sexually active, seemingly becoming permanently in heat."&nbsp; He presented the papers for Gwen's expecting, doubting that she had the background to understand them, but preparing them simply made him feel better.&nbsp; "The government is tampering with the population.&nbsp; I've therefore become a threat.&nbsp; Because of that, I've been throwing off suspicion by being suspicious."&nbsp; He said confidently, realizing he sounded more than a little crazy.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 23:14:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwen nodded though his explanation, and scanned through the mostly meaningless to her papers. But she did understand enough. "They're putting aphrodisiacs in the water?" She asked skeptically, turning her eyes up to him, before sighing. <br><br>But then she sighed. "I'm going in the suit case, aren't I?" She asked dryly. Even if he was nuts, she could account his suspicions. She'd felt... more drawn to males than ever before... And she had no other choice besides. She was a fugitive, most likely wanted for attempted murder... She was screwed unless she actually got out of the city. And this was the only way she had to get out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 23:55:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Raphael crossed his arms, shivering slightly.&nbsp; "Not just aphrodisiacs, the animal test subjects also became more violent, and far easier to condition.&nbsp; I suspect the increased sex drive may be a side effect."&nbsp; &nbsp;Raphael paused, pulling out a large number of newspaper clippings.&nbsp; "These articles demonstrate the increasing crime rate, as well as the massive jump in the teen pregnancy rate that led Parliament to ban pornography three years ago."&nbsp; Raphael suddenly realized that he hadn't organized the articles at all, but anyone who had followed current events in even the most casual way knew that Canada was experiencing a baby boom.<br><br>"I suspect that the government is directly tampering with the human genome, but I don't have any conclusive proof."&nbsp; He said simply, deciding to skirt the issue of how the girl could help him find proof.&nbsp; "...You, don't have any objection to being tied up right?"&nbsp; He asked delicately, hoping that simply asking the question didn't offend her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 00:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as I'm in a comfortable position, and I'm out before you put me in the box and I have fresh air, it should be OK." She replied. "I'm claustrophobic, so make sure I'm good and out, and that I can't wake up." She added. "Not until I'm out of the freaking thing." She was absolutely fine with being tied up, though. It was the box that had her concerned. She sighed, and looked down. She would have to strip down, as well, to avoid overheating. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 02:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raphael wrapped an arm around the girl, hoping he could soothe her anxiety.&nbsp; "I can't be certain that you won't wake up, at least not without having a signifigant risk of killing you.&nbsp; I'll give you a sedative.&nbsp; You'll be nominally concious, and able to follow verbal directions, but you won't remember anything and you'll be quite relaxed."&nbsp; He carefully fished around in his supplies for a bottle of pills.&nbsp; "I can also give you some time release tranquilizer capsules, which should keep you from regaining too much in the way of conciousness."&nbsp; Raphael took a deep breath, preparing to discuss the rest of the travel arrangements with her.<br><br>"As for how comfortable the position is, that depends entirely on how flexible you are."&nbsp; He noted, carefully examining her joints.&nbsp; "I'll be pushing your knees up against your chest, then binding your hands to your sides to curl you into a compact ball.&nbsp; You'll be somewhat uncomfortable when you awake, but I can massage some feeling back into your limbs."&nbsp; He offered, feeling a bit embarrassed.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: R for Revanche (The Great Triangle and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:07:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwen nodded with understanding, Nervous, but then again. What choice did she have? With a sigh, she nodded slightly. "Guess that's all I can ask for, huh?" She muttered, eying the box with a grimace. She didn't want to be awake. She didn't want anything, really, but to not go in the box. Of course, she would be. With another sigh, she turned her head to look up at him, blushing slightly at his close proximity, but blaming it on the chemicals in the water. "May I go to bed, now, or is there anything else we should discuss?" She asked softly.
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