NEON: The Techno Rock
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				Title: <strong>NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 13:57:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc77/stugwilson/6a0105349ca980970c0115724d29d7970b-.jpg)<br><br><strong>For Amazon.</strong></div><br>"You're getting harder and harder to track down these days.&nbsp; Makes me think you don't wanna be working for us anymore."<br><br>Ender Stanmore worked with the North American branch of the NEON Division -- a special agency that dealt with all the problems that the public organisations avoided.&nbsp; It hired agents to work on a part-time basis, only coming in when required.&nbsp; Missions varied, ranging from assassinations to rescue missions, as well as helping out behind the scenes when a coup d'état was taking place in a small Eastern European country.&nbsp; The Soviet Union and the United States of America were close allies, having worked together since the truce of 1999.&nbsp; It was at this time that the NEON Division was born.&nbsp; It consisted of four branches -- the Soviet Branch (No. 1), the North American Branch (No. 2), the Commonwealth Branch (No. 3) and the Asian Branch (No. 4).&nbsp; However, it was common for multiple branches to work together in a joint-operation, and they were not limited to just working in their own region.<br><br>"We need you to kill three men.&nbsp; Considering what we asked you to do the last time, this is gonna be a walk in the park for you."&nbsp; The room had once been a classroom filled with twenty-odd children, learning American history and how to multiply by two.&nbsp; Now, it lay bare.&nbsp; Most of the tables and chairs had been broken, and lay scattered against the smashed windows on the left side of the room.&nbsp; The black board had been vandalised with so much chalk, that it was impossible to read what any of it actually said.&nbsp; The night sky gave a nice, royal blue tint to the room as it pierced through the blinds that covered the glass-less frames.&nbsp; There were two people in the room, with two desks facing one another.&nbsp; Ender Stanmore sat with his chair backwards, leaning over the back as if he were a rebellious student trying to look cool.&nbsp; The Canadian wore a standard NEON uniform, which consisted of a navy blue jumpsuit.&nbsp; On top of this, was his leather bomber jacket -- rolled up at the sleeves and displaying the Canadian flag on the arms like an insignia.<br><br>The photographs were sitting on the desk for Mistress Cable to look at.&nbsp; "They're located somewhere in this city.&nbsp; We don't know where, but we think this man might have an idea."&nbsp; Another photograph.&nbsp; "He's a street fighter.&nbsp; The man's not gonna want to give out the information for free, mind you.&nbsp; So expect to give him a few kicks to the balls."<br><br>Stanmore looked up, wondering if she was actually going to accept the job after the disasterous last mission.&nbsp; In NEON fashion, when the mission failed, she was left to fight her way out of a hot zone involving heavily-armed PGs (Police Guards, militarised law enforcers).&nbsp; Escape plans were never the organisation's strong-points, although their agents knew they were considered expendable.&nbsp; "Now you got any questions, or can I start ringing the home-time bell?"
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:44:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/41620-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br><br>"I work for nobody but myself." Shot back Mistress Cable also known in the past as Shannon Wright..or at least that was what her oldest possible traceable record claimed to be. Nobody really had any idea whether it was her real name was, or what her past held..or even to which nationality she belonged to. She was a ghost. And an extremely dangerous one at it. She sprung on the scene out of the blue some years ago and quickly rose the ranks, becoming one of the most in-demand mercenaries in the world today. She had n problems with anything and least of all she had no feelings whatsoever towards her mission except the thrill of completing it and adrenaline rush which they offered to her. Not to mention the challenges which it presented. Murder, robberies, rescue machines, kidnapping she could do it all and much more. Wanted and yet in demand for operations from both the sides of law due to her skills, she often disappeared after her machines, hiding away in shadows in such manner that nobody could really trace her unless she wanted to be found.<br><br>Here she was right now, sitting in front of Ender Stanmore. An officer for NEON Division. She sat carelessly, sprawled in her creaking chair in the blown up classroom which still smelled of blood and charred bodies. Apparently he wanted some people dead, the more the merrier..thought Cable to herself. She was wearing her usual leather outfit, a single piece suit which showed off her strong body in all the right places, her height landing her figure an imposing quality as her piercing eyes looked in Ender's. The suit having all of her weapons arranged strategically in specific places for them. Two plasma pistols, some small grenade capsules and one raygun. Three targets. Her eyes quickly scanned the pictures..the memory chips implanted beneath her neck quickly recording them and began to dig up all the information available on them in the cyberspace. As he said he didn't knew where these people were she smirked lightly. "Is the only thing you Neon guys are capable are of hiring others to do your job because you're fucking useless at it? I want thrice of my usual pay, you either get me that or else I walk out and more of your people keep on dying whilst you desperately attempt to take these three men down."<br><br>But before getting any answer, another photograph is pointed in front of her. Supposedly some street punk who knew whereabouts. "Heh..I think i'll just chop them off and emasculate him for good if he decides to fuck with me. The second question I would have is, will I be left with any help from you people or just would have to find my own way out like last time, and would you shitheads be taking any responsibility if you royally fuck up like the way did the last time in our previous mission together. I was almost done with it, until you guys screwed it up by interfering at the wrong time. I still went through with it..except that in order to do that, I had to give pretty much everyone in five kilometer radius of mine a massive bloodbath. Not that I would have any problems with that, except that being a professional..last thing I <em>ever</em> approve of is a shitty little fuckup due to incompetence on part of the party who hired me. I'm telling you people for the first and last time, don't ever fuck with me..because if you do, i'll make sure rivers of blood run in that little organisation of yours, and you know i'm very much capable of that! Now that we've got that out of the way...are you fine with my conditions? If you are then, I believe we have a deal here Ender." She smiled lightly.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:17:16</strong>
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				"Now for the last time, it wasn't us that messed up the last mission.&nbsp; Some guy triggered the alarm, you should have killed him instead of leaving him to die in a puddle of his own intestines."&nbsp; Ender smiled,&nbsp; however.&nbsp; Not a big one, but one that was noticeable.&nbsp; He knew what had happened, and they could have helped her more.&nbsp; But that wasn't there style.&nbsp; The NEON Division left everything to the agents, and if they didn't do everything cleanly, then it was up to them to get out of there in one piece.&nbsp; Mistress Cable just happened to be someone that could escape from almost anything.&nbsp; He didn't discuss her wage any further than her demands of triple pay.&nbsp; It wasn't going to happen, the NEON Division could easily pick someone else for the job.&nbsp; But that meant another delay, while they used their computer systems to analyse each recruits performance statitics, and matched it with the right configuration for the job.&nbsp; A lengthy process, and one that he liked to avoid a second time.<br><br>"You'll get paid the standard wage, in the currency of your choice.&nbsp; You don't intimidate us.&nbsp; You think you're dealing with small time goons?&nbsp; We've got the ability to hunt you down if you decide to run.&nbsp; Give it a rest."&nbsp; He stood up, and walked towards the windows, his face decorated with lines of light and shadow.&nbsp; "We want this finished in two days, no more.&nbsp; We can't afford to allow them to be out there for more than forty-eight hours, or they're gone forever."&nbsp; The school building had been turned in to a temporary HQ, one that was more than well-equipped for defensive duties.&nbsp; A barbed wire fence had been constructed around the perimeter, and heavy duty AP cannons were guarding all three exits (north, east and west).&nbsp; Twenty minutes ago, a lone hooligan had attempted to breach the fence, but he was warned off when one of the cannons fired a warning shot inches from his face.&nbsp; Ender knew he wouldn't be the last one to try his luck -- and the next time it would be in high numbers.&nbsp; They weren't going to stay here long.&nbsp; Just as long as this mission lasted.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:31:25</strong>
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				Cable shrugged off the explainations which he provided. "Fine, next time around i'll make sure there's more dead bodies, maybe you too would end up accidentally in my shooting range as i'm busy cleaning up." She shot back coldly as he simply gave her a light smile. She was actually a little bit surprised at him not yet mentioning how he would be opposed to the demands she had just made, much like the way these people were known to be. But then it came, the usual warnings, threats and how she replacable and all the stuff, carefully prepared and delievered in the way he most likely had done to a billion agents before. She knew them more well than they gave her credit for.<br><br>"And you think you're dealing with some good for nothing piece of shit agent who you can dispose off anytime because they were useless anyways? You know it as well as I do that i'm the only one at this moment who could do this. Finding another agent who is even remotely close to what i'm capable off is a task which could take months and by that time, these people, these targets of yours would've fled into obscurity, most likely by being able to sense the troubles heading their way. All these times that you've been able to find me, it's because I wanted to be found. I'm not afraid of you either, and I would suggest you not to underestimate what i'm capable of doing if you mess with me."<br><br>She watched him turn away and look through the windows, shadows dancing over his face. The perimeters closed down as this place was being employed for the purpose of headquarters. Cable said in a calm tone. "The offer still stands, and you've got no option but to say yes to me. The work would be done, systematically and cleanly as usual. These people would be dead even before they realise what has happened to them. The question I have is, do you want that to happen or just want them to vanish?" If he wanted to play hardball, so could she.
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				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:46:50</strong>
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				Usually, the agents only put the tough-gal routine on for so long before they backed down at the threat of something.&nbsp; The threat of death, the threat of torture.&nbsp; They could do anything to her, they could have her head sawed from her body and still keep her alive for days to come.&nbsp; They had the technology.&nbsp; But Mistress Cable was different from the rest, she was sticking to her guns, she wasn't going to say no.&nbsp; She had her demands, and they were her <em>only</em> demands.&nbsp; There was no negotiation.&nbsp; "You can have your money."&nbsp; He spoke quietly, not turning around just yet.&nbsp; "I'll see what we can do about the funds.&nbsp; You'll have to understand we don't have that kind of money just lying around, waiting to be wired to your account.&nbsp; I need access to it first."<br><br>A couple of Police Guards were walking around outside, their armour making them look like something out of a Sci-Fi film set in the year 3000.&nbsp; The large helmets hid each of their faces, the reflective visor giving their victim one last look at themselves before the killer blow.&nbsp; Their uniforms were bulky, some were crimson in colour while others were navy, indicating rank and position.&nbsp; There was a faint mechanical sound with each footstep like they were robots, a small blaster cannon underneath their left arm, while some carried huge <em>ARC-21 Automatic Plasma Cannons</em> for obvious purposes.&nbsp; "They'll be watching you, remember."&nbsp; He said, as the Police Guards (PGs) could be heard outside.&nbsp; "They won't hesitate to shoot you if you start disobeying orders.&nbsp; And if I turn round and you're still here in five seconds, I'm going to assume that you don't want to do the job, and I'll have no choice but to identify you as a trespasser on private Government property."&nbsp; Ender spoke, mentally counting to himself and slowly turning to face the table.<br><br>The NEON Division were corrupt.&nbsp; They didn't like agents like Cable, and the longer they hired them, the more they didn't like them.&nbsp; The organisation liked the term expendable, and with Cable out-lasting everyone under their wage-bill, they were beginning to worry.&nbsp; &nbsp; They feared she was getting too strong, getting too wise to their true motives.&nbsp; It would only be so long until she found out all of their dirty secrets.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 17:10:26</strong>
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				Staring at his back, she heard his voice, giving into her demands. This put a light smile on her face...something which wasn't seen occasionally on her face. She had decided she was going to stand her ground no matter before the meeting had started and it had paid off excellently. You don't get anything if you don't fight for it. "Excellent, spread it over the usual accounts, I want half of it wired right now and if you fuck up it won't be pleasant for you. As for getting hold of the money, that's your problem and i'm not the one to accept excuses." She meant that, she could torture somebody till the point they end up wishing that death would be plesant.<br><br>Her eyes shot in distance, observing the guards pacing methodically. The place was like a fortress, guarded with such manner that nobody could ever enter, and if even by a huge stroke of luck they managed to do so, they would never be able to come out of it alive. The Police Guards. Known as one of the most powerful, ruthless forces in the history of mankind. Raised to kill mercilessly since their childhood, moulded into machine-like beings who do their job without the slightest of hesitation and with mechanical precision, making no mistakes at all. They would be the ones looking over her. "If they can keep up with me." She shot back as he talked about how she ought to disappear off the place in five seconds. She craned her neck a little, and as soon as she saw him turn slowly, sheran behind, pushing herself through the glass..shattering it and jumping out of the window, landing on the floor systematically due to her immense atheletic abilities. Couple of guards attempted to shoot her, but all they got was swift kicks as they couldn't really keep up with her lightening like movements as she jumped off the fence, but before she did..she looked up in his direction and blew a kiss towards him and smirked.<br><br>She wonderd if this was a setup of some sorts to get her in trouble. Maybe it was, or maybe she was just getting far too paranoid due to all these missions she had been doing one after another. She ran the data in her chip, seeking information about the street punk she was supposed to find out. Nothing seemed to come up, except one record. His name..if it was a real one was Jake Carnage. Nothing else, status unknown. Looks like this was gonna be more fun than she imagined it would be, always pleasure to hunt out those who are in hiding.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 17:40:26</strong>
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				Ender was impressed with her agility, even though he knew she was capable of it.&nbsp; He knew everything about her -- or at least, what she wanted them to know.&nbsp; Her abilities, her limits, what she could do and what she couldn't, what kind of weapons she carried and the ones she was able to use.&nbsp; The acrobatic display made him smile a little, and the corners of his lips tugged upwards a little more when she blew him a kiss.&nbsp; How cute.&nbsp; If only she knew that this was going to be her last mission with them, and her services were no longer required.&nbsp; The guys at the top had been discussing it for a while.&nbsp; Mistress Cable was a good asset to have, but she had become too dangerous.&nbsp; Her services were available to hire for anyone, and one of these days it could end up being one of their rivals, hoping to completely destroy the NEON Division.<br><br>Ender walked away from the window and spoke through his radio, telling them the details of the money arrangement.&nbsp; They agreed to fund the first half of her pay, but the second half wouldn't ever reach her account.&nbsp; Now it was a case of him sitting around, waiting to see if the mission was successful.&nbsp; She knew his personal radio frequency, and he expected her to update him every now and again with the mission statistics, and how well it was going.&nbsp; Sitting down and popping his feet up on the desk, Ender reached over and picked up a book.&nbsp; Peeling the cover open at page 33, the man sat quietly and read.<br><br>The blonde-haired street fighter sent a final punch crashing in to the stomach of the large man that had dared think he could beat him.&nbsp; The now-limp body of the fighter fell against the chain-link fence, and collapsed to the wet ground.&nbsp; He was a skinny man, but so was Bruce Lee.&nbsp; His arms were contoured with fantastic muscles that didn't quite give off the impression that he was strong.&nbsp; It helped bluff other fighters, who thought he was a walk in the park.&nbsp; The street fighter's hair was short, and he sported a small cut above the eyebrow.&nbsp; But that would be nothing when Cable came calling.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 18:43:24</strong>
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				When you're looking for a no-name street punk, the lot who practically change their name, appearances and god knows what else practically every day. What do you do? You land up in the worst possible area of the town and start asking. That's what Cable did. Here she was in lower portions of the city. Far away from the riches of the upwards areas. The streets have a language of their own which only those who grow up there can understand. Here you can get anything you want, anything you ever dreamed of. Want a new face? A new past? Weapons? Drugs? Done. All you need to do is throw down the cash and you're set. Cable had been asking around about the man, who was supposedly named Carnage. Some said they didn't knew him, some said he was called something else..the last he was scene fighting in Smoke Signals, a club catering to shootfights and a junkie heaven.<br><br>Cable entered the place, the glittering neon flashing over her skin. The atmosphere in there intoxicating as the large beats of the music added a rhythm of sorts to everything that took place in the club. She ordered for Earthly Delights..a fuzzy purple colored drink spiked with some drugs. Taking a sip, she closed her eyes lightly..enjoying the experience as she observed the naked dancers dancing in places, causing her to lick her lips. The fight arena was opening, the first of the several shootfights of the night. They went on one after another, people coming and going. But Cable sat there, just ordering the bartender for her drink to be refilled whenever she emptied down the glass. Then she spotted him, the blonde haired scrawny looking man. He was thin..and he seemed quite different than others as he entered, about to face this massive man who was his opponent. Quite the street punk, probably came in to these fights just to get beat up like some fucked up masochist most likely as she saw the hulking mass grab the thin man, slam him around, before delievering hard punches in his face, his fist connecting harshly to his thin face. She chukled to herself.<br><br>But what she saw afterwards was something which had her completely unprepared. Suddenly he grabbed him making his fightback, following it up with three swift kicks and then came a single punch crashing in his stomach. Which practically sent the huge man flying in air as he fell down crashing on those chained fences. Her eyes saved his images as she stared at him. This was the man. She could go there and get him right now if she wanted to..but her strategy was simpe, to be as discreet as possible since it made her work easy and avoided other complications. She would have to follow him most likely and cough information out of him in some secluded spot.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 19:32:23</strong>
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				There was a hymn of boos that surrounded the cage as the larger man was knocked out.&nbsp; Plenty of money had been spent on the favourite, and here Carnage was, standing top-less with a large crowd of angry people surrounding him -- a thin fence the only piece of defence he had against them.&nbsp; And the problem with that was he had to leave the cage to go home.&nbsp; home to his rotten apartment, with it's broken floorboards and stained walls, the paint no longer there.&nbsp; A television that didn't produce any sound from it's busted speakers, the box stuck on the same, Government news channel that populated 80% of the public airwaves.&nbsp; Obey the Government.&nbsp; Do as we say.<br><br>He stood there, looking like a lost child for a minute.&nbsp; To him, the minute lasted for a lifetime-and-a-half.&nbsp; Drooling, animalistic beasts slamming their paws against the cage, the metal coming free from it's foundations.&nbsp; Carnage didn't wait any longer -- he made a break for it, jogging through the crowd and dodging any kind of attack that might have came his way.&nbsp; Straight to the manager's office.&nbsp; "700 dollars.&nbsp; Try not to spend it all on Medi-Junk this time."&nbsp; Medi-Junk was the latest craze going about, producing the same effect as the old cocaine drug that used to be popular.&nbsp; Carnage accepted it, and was quick to use the back door for his escape.&nbsp; Through narrow alleys, he wasn't scared.&nbsp; He was a street fighter, he knew how to defend himself and could take on three, four men at once.&nbsp; Although when weapons were introduced, guns and blades, it was a different story.<br><br>Carnage stopped, narrowing his eyes.&nbsp; Was there a sound behind him, or was he just going through the same feeling of paranoia that everyone got when they went through these kind of alleyways.&nbsp; Hopefully who ever was following him -- <em>no, there isn't anyone following me</em> -- had saw his fight back there.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 20:16:08</strong>
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				Cable noticed him walk..no frantically run away the very moment the fight finished. He most likely was an adrenaline junkie, now that his two and a half minutes of bliss were over, he probably wanted some actual drugs to keep himself in the same state of nirvana which would continue to make him feel alive. She pushed away her drink and quickly moved like a shadow, her form following him from the rooftops without him even realising that he was being followed. The dirty black alleys smelling of blood, piss and shit..and all other nasty things one could think of. He kept on looking backwards only to find it empty. They were deep in the middle of the alleys by this time. Now is the time to make the move. She quickly moved forward before jumping off from one of the buildings before landing straight in front of him, suddenly there when he turned his neck to the front once again. "Looking for someone?" She asked, her eyes twinkling.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 21:51:58</strong>
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				"Argh!"&nbsp; Jumped Carnage, as he was taken by complete surprise.&nbsp; He didn't expect someone to land <em>in front of!</em> him.&nbsp; Who was this mysterious woman in the skin-tight leather?&nbsp; She wasn't one of the angry crowd members that wanted their money back, was she?&nbsp; Not that he had saw any individual faces in that place, he was too busy fighting.&nbsp; Although he would have saw a sexy figure like hers if she were near the front...<br><br>"Who are you?"&nbsp; He asked, returning her question with a question of his own.&nbsp; Clearly, it was her he was looking for, considering she was the one that had been tailing him ever since he slipped through the rear door.&nbsp; "What you want with me?&nbsp; You angry I won the fight?&nbsp; Go get your money off the bookmakers, it wasn't me that lost your money."&nbsp; He said, for now his voice was calm, and had hints of relief that it was only a woman that had been following him.&nbsp; He appeared to have no fear of her, but then again he didn't know what she was capable of.&nbsp; The problem was, if she wasn't here for revenge, then what <em>was</em> she here for?
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 22:34:09</strong>
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				Cable found herself enjoying the surprised expression on his face. She enjoyed things like these, catching her victims by surprise..when they least expect you. She looked into his eyes with a cold, stern gaze which would make anyone stop no matter how much they wanted to run away. He began to fire away several questions..and then began blabbering about money and bookies. What a lowlife! Cable thought to herself as she coolly raised her index finger upto her lips and said. "Shhh. You don't do any talking until I tell you to. Now listen to me first, I don't want any of that shitty money of yours. What I want is something which is far more valuable than money." She paused, letting him take few guesses in his mind, although someone like probably never be able to understand what she was driving at. "I want information. You can choose to give it to me right away, or you can choose to give it after getting your ass kicked in ways infinitely worse than the little act you were pulling in the club there."
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 12:33:56</strong>
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				Information?&nbsp; What kind of information was she wanting?&nbsp; This mysterious woman not telling him the subject of information that she wanted didn't help in his decision.&nbsp; There was no way he was telling anybody that stalked him through a dark alleyway, anything.&nbsp; That, and she was a woman.&nbsp; It didn't matter if she was wearing that costume, or looked like she could give somebody a good kick.&nbsp; Carnage wasn't intimidated, and he brushed passed her -- purposely hitting his shoulder against hers.&nbsp; Now that the shock of her jumping in front of him was gone, he was back to his confident self -- heading for the entrance to the alleyway which was a twenty-second walk up ahead.<br><br>He couldn't help but wonder exactly who she was, why she had picked him, and what she wanted to know.&nbsp; He knew a lot of things, his ears had picked up on conversations he wasn't supposed to hear.&nbsp; All safely locked away in the cabinet he called his brain, the memory banks full of useless trivia and locations of certain objects and people.&nbsp; He turned around to see if she was going to start following him, or try and sneak up on him again.&nbsp; He was prepared for her this time.&nbsp; Carnage had no problem with hitting a woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 13:39:00</strong>
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				Some lot just don't learn do they? Despite of being given options, this guy seemed to be on his high horse and still thinking he was in that fighting rind in the club where he was the king. He didn't seem to care if she was a woman or not, and Cable really had no problem with that. She had no mercy and would do anything to get her job done, and she liked the fun it brought in the play when people whom she was pitted against also showed that kind of attitude. He hit her shoulder against hers whilst she stood there looking at him and quickly walking towards the other end of the alleyway. Cable thought to herself as she looked at his back. Looks like he chose the hard way. Oh poor you.<br><br>She saw him turn around, she smiled and quickly lunged forward with her extreme agility. What he probably saw was a simple blur and then landed a solid kick in the middle of his stomach, sending him away staggering somewhat, before another punch hit him and then his arm was twisted in manner that it reached it's breaking point in a second, and all it needed was one more push for it to crack under the pressure she was applying and open the gates of immense pain.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 11:46:44</strong>
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				The street fighter was taken by surprise, his arrogance long since disappearing as soon as she took control of the fight.&nbsp; He attempted to throw a couple of punches back, but he wasn't able to connect with her at all.&nbsp; Like she were almost non-human.&nbsp; He managed to pull his arm away at first, but she seemed to grab hold of it again and were testing his braveness.&nbsp; What part of him would crack under the pressure -- his resistance, or his bone?&nbsp; "Ahh! -- why are you doing this?&nbsp; What the hell do you want from me?"&nbsp; She had mentioned information, but she had been rather vague on the details.&nbsp; Important information at that, but he knew lots of stuff, and just asking him to tell everything he knew wasn't going to happen.<br><br>"The -- the door codes?&nbsp; That's what you're wanting, ain't it?&nbsp; Five-six-seven-six-three-two-one-one-six-nine-seven-no!-nine!&nbsp; It's nine... the last number's nine."&nbsp; He took a stab in the dark, and assumed she was wanting that.&nbsp; After all, it had been the most recent piece of information that he had been given from someone of importance.&nbsp; The code to a side-door of a warehouse that was part of an important drug-producing firm, whose drugs were not always on the legal side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 19:38:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cable smirked at his questions in agony. She was having fun toying with this soft thing. "First of all..quit you're whining. You sound like you've got fungus infection all over your testicles. Secondly I don't want your stupid numbers, you can keep that useless fact to yourself." His stab in the dark obviously pointless. He had no idea who she was and what she was capable of. "Now, we'll go someplace where we won't be seen. I know a run-down warehouse nearby which is typically used for squatting or filled by junkies..but tends to be empty at this hour. And there i'll ask you some questions. Questions, for which I expect real answers and not some fake bullshit, because believe me..if you spit out some fake shit, I know how to find you again and I also know how to make death sound like the best thing that could happen to an invidiual. So, answer me..are you in for this or not?" She said, grip still maintained firmly. His body being tested to its limits.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 15:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... ah...!&nbsp; Watch what you're doing!&nbsp; You crazy broad -- I'll tell you, I'll tell you what you want!&nbsp; Right now, OK?&nbsp; For chrissakes!"&nbsp; He was still trying to work out what it was she wanted from him, it wasn't as if her appearance could give anything away.&nbsp; Black bodysuit.&nbsp; She could be working for anybody.&nbsp; And he didn't appreciate having his arm in a way that was on the brink of breaking.&nbsp; It had been a long, long time since he had allowed himself to get in to a position like this.&nbsp; Helpless, to a woman of all people.&nbsp; Usually he was beating up guys twice the size of her, but she had him in a lock he couldn't get out of.&nbsp; It was almost as if she was enjoying the current position of power she had, hence the reason for her not coming out and asking him the question already.&nbsp; All he knew was she had a few questions, and that was it.<br><br>The only saving grace that he had, would be the appearance of a Police Guard.&nbsp; Usually, he hated the sight of them, as it always meant trouble.&nbsp; The PGs didn't approve of junkies, or street fighting, although you'd find the occasional one or two that stood back if it was a fight to the death, as long as it meant one less low-life on the streets.&nbsp; He'd had a bad experience with a couple of PGs last week, and he'd only just made it away from them.&nbsp; Their uniforms were too bulky, or at least some of them are.&nbsp; A quick set of feet and a few jumps is all you need.&nbsp; "What do you want?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 11:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly the grip loosened as he agreed to do what she had asked him to. She enjoyed playing cat and mouse with him..it had always been her policy to enjoy her work as much as possible. "Fine, you just made your useless existence prolong a bit, at least for the moment." She spoke with a smirk. Quickly she grabbed him by her arm. "Now follow me." They quickly moved through zig zagging alleys and the maze they had generated before approaching the place Cable had spoken about. She walked towards one of the smaller shutters, raising it up effortlessly and threw him in and pulled it down. "Stay here!" She ordered sternly and pointed out to a spot.<br><br>She raised her arm in the air, holografic implant in her body launching the faces of three men who were supposed to be her targets. "Tell me Jake, what do you know about these three men? I want truth and I want answers right now. Sources tell me you have some important information about them, believe me my sources are never wrong." She grinned lightly at last line as her eyes sparkled with excitement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 12:58:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The place was dark; it stunk of something, like piss and dampness.&nbsp; The place hadn't been maintained in years, and it showed.&nbsp; The ground was wet from a hole in the roof, a constant dribble of water building up on the floor from last week's rain -- the coolness not quite evaporating it up.&nbsp; But he couldn't concentrate on that, instead he was still worrying whether he was going to get out of this or not.&nbsp; This woman was crazy, she wasn't a normal person that just asked nicely -- why did he have to have this kind of information in the first place?&nbsp; Why couldn't he just close off his ears to everything around him, and he wouldn't have this problem.<br><br>The hologram took him by surprise, but then his eyes focused on the three men that were her apparent target.&nbsp; Or at least, she wanted to talk to them.&nbsp; And Jake figured that the three of them were due to be murdered more than anything else.&nbsp; Her sources were never wrong?&nbsp; Then maybe her sources could have told her the location of these three men rather than telling her to ask him.&nbsp; "I... I seen them.&nbsp; Once or twice -- I don't know their name.&nbsp; Two of them hang around the north of the city -- the old military bunker.&nbsp; That's all I know -- that's it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 00:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cable was watching his eyes wander around nervously. He was acting like a trapped animal. He was afraid and unsure of what was going to come his way now. She could watch sweat collecting on his forehead despite of the cold atmosphere of the place which they had just entered. Some junkies having sex and moaning in the distance could be heard. Cable wrinkled her nose for a moment with disgust at those two lowlives out there in the darkness. But she had higher priorities right now. Smirking she allowed him to observe the projection in detail, giving him many views so that it would be easier to identify. She watched him stutter, his reactions quite natural and not those stutters which a professional liar would make. He wasn't an experienced one at this game, indeed a street punk as he appeared to be from his exterior.<br><br>"Are you that's all you know? You don't know their names or what they do or anything else that your ears just might have picked on? I heard you hear quite a lot of what goes around these quarters..and all that you know is about the bunker and the north area of the city?" Cable asked, being fully aware that he indeed didn't knew anything beyond that..but for her this was another game, and being the game master she was the one who made the rules.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 19:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hear a lot, but that's all I've heard about those guys!&nbsp; For chrissakes, just let me go!&nbsp; I can't tell you anything else."&nbsp; He didn't like feeling like this, so weak, looking up to a woman with fear as if she were unpredicable, and could hurt him in ways he didn't even know about.&nbsp; Break bones in his body that he hadn't even heard of before.&nbsp; The noise of the bums was a constant background noise, as well the faint heavy breathing of the once brave street fighter, kneeling and looking in to the woman's eyes.<br><br>"They got guys that look after them.&nbsp; One of them -- he used to be a... some kind of athlete.&nbsp; Some... olympic skater or something.&nbsp; Canadian, goes by the name of Matthew... or... Mark... or Montand.&nbsp; That's it.&nbsp; His name's Montand.&nbsp; You got to get past him first if you wanna get to them.&nbsp; See!&nbsp; I've gave you all I know."&nbsp; For someone that was scared, he wouldn't shut up.&nbsp; Hoping that even the slightest pieces of information would save his life.&nbsp; He wouldn't live this down -- as soon as she left him to go and do what she wanted to do, he'd be out of here.&nbsp; Far away from the city as possible.&nbsp; Oh, how he wished it were that easy.&nbsp; The PGs controlled who got to enter, and who got to leave the city's checkpoints.&nbsp; And there was no way they'd let him go.<br><br>Guess he'd just have to see how fast he could run.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NEON: The Techno Rock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 19:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly Cable gave Jake a smile as he talked more information, this skater guy and what she would have to do to get to her targets. She didn't really have a lot of time at her hands and she had to be quick. "Now it wasn't that hard was it? You could've saved so much trouble for both of us by telling all this earlier when I met you for the first time. But it's alright Jake." She gave him a pat on his cheek. "Now, i'm going to walk out of here..and you're going to forget that I even exist, or that this conversation of ours ever happened. You hear me? This <em>did not</em> happen! And you did not give me any information. After I walk out, you do the same and disappear out of the city for good, never to come back." With final line she stood up and gracefully began to walk towards the shutter. As she reached the shutters, she smirked and gave him one final glare. "Guess what Jake? About you getting to live if you gave me the information what I wanted, I lied!" Before he could move she pulls out her plasma guns and fires blasts at him, splicing up his head into bloody explosion before he could even realise. Rest of his body falls in a lump on the ground.<br><br>The sudden noises generated and blood spilling suddenly causes the grunting in the darkness to stop. Cable quickly switches to her night-vision using her cybernetic implants in the eyes and notices two bodies, one man and one woman looking around in confusion. She raises both the guns towards them and whispers, loud enough for them to listen to. "Adios." Shooting them repeatedly until they end up completely unrecognizable. She mutters to herself. "No living beings, no evidence, nobody to spill the beans." Reaching inside her outfit, she grabs a small, but powerful explosives tablet and throws it in the middle of the room pressing a small control in her hand, as she walks out with shutters closed. The large explosion causing an already depleted building crumble and turn into a rubble..charring everything that was inside. She had a new destination now, North area..the old military bunker in the industrial wastelands and the skater boy called Montand.
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