Not trained for this... [ yume & cclayjr ]
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				Title: <strong>Not trained for this... [ yume &amp; cclayjr ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 05:23:14</strong>
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				Emily Thompson was used to sitting in chairs. She usually was sitting in one for a good part of the day. But this chair wasn't cushioned and designed with user in mind. No, this one was a sturdy metal chair, and her wrists were tied behind her back, her ankles to the legs of the chair. <br><br>She sighed. They did teach them the basics, in order to protect themselves should a situation like this arise. But that was a long time ago, and she never really kept up with it. Now here she was, sitting in a nondescript, empty building with a really big guy lovingly holding a really big gun. <br><br>Emily sighed. She wondered why the Intelligence Service kept her around. She heard the ransom, an insane amount of money, more than all her paychecks combined so far in her career of three years. Glancing around, she searched for an escape route but then noticed her guard watching her suspiciously. "Hehe, my neck just got stiff, that's all," Emily said quickly. Even she heard the quiver of nervousness in her voice. There was no doubt about it. Emily made a crap spy, she doubted that the company would even waste efforts rescuing her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not trained for this... [ yume &amp; cclayjr ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 20:20:23</strong>
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				Donavon Kane was working his way through the complex.&nbsp; He had the plans he needed but there was something else he needed from Thomas.&nbsp; Information.&nbsp; The plans were good but no good without the key.&nbsp; They put the different parts of the key within their members.&nbsp; He had one more left to get.&nbsp; From what he gathered from his other...Q&amp;A sessions was that Thomas was downstairs watching some girl.&nbsp; <br><br>Donavon was a different agent than most, what he could gather was...he was a mutant of some type, he had mental abilities a few undiscovered from what he could gather, yeah he could read minds, implant a few thoughts hence push people in a particular direction what he loved to do though when he was feeling in a particular mood was shove his psi dagger in to someones mind and gleen the information from them.&nbsp; He didn't used this trick too often except on those that really deserved.&nbsp; He could gleen surface thoughts and seemingly turn invisible...strangely enough it didn't work on cameras only people.<br><br>He found the man he was looking for, he was a big guy much bigger than Donavon was.&nbsp; But he had years of training and a back up plan to rely on.&nbsp; Thomas only had a gun.&nbsp; He was on the losing end of this battle as Donavon walked into the door.&nbsp; The other guard was now gone, only Thomas stood there ready to shoot.&nbsp; Lucky for Donavon, Thomas had an ego a mile long, he had a gun but wasn't fond of it preferring to beat his enemy too a pulp then shoot them.&nbsp; Donavon was no different he knew he would finish him off.&nbsp; So when the men stood there, both now gunless having tossed them to the ground.&nbsp; Thomas rushed the darker skinned Donavon intent on breaking him in two.&nbsp; Donavon side stepped barely noticing the woman sitting tied up over there.&nbsp; He slammed his heel into the man's knee, an elbow followed to the gut slamming into him, he heard some of ribs crack and with an axe kick slammed his head to the floor.&nbsp; Years of training made him both strong and fast.&nbsp; Thomas didn't move so he had not choice other than to gleen the information from his mind.&nbsp; He barely recognized the girl as he looked up at her.<br><br>"What are you doing here?"&nbsp; He said moving up to free her and take her with him.&nbsp; It would do not good to leave her hear realizing what they had planned for her if the agency paid the ransom or didn't.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not trained for this... [ yume &amp; cclayjr ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 07:06:29</strong>
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				"Sitting around," Emily snapped. "Who are you?" she asked, watching him free her from the uncomfortable metal chair. She had met quite a few agents already, but she hadn't seen him before which made her a little suspicious. But anyone nice enough to free her from a chair and pummel the scary guy with the big gun was good enough to trust for now. "Do you know the way out?" she asked, hoping the answer to her question would be a definite yes and they - well, he- could bust their way out to freedom, and Emily would be back in the city where she belonged.
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