Living Doll  (Ariadne & Kyrsa)
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				Title: <strong>Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:54:30</strong>
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				EMPLOYMENT AGREEMENT<br><br>THIS EMPLOYMENT AGREEMENT (“Agreement”) is made and entered into effective as of June 10, 2009 (“Effective Date”) by and between the Rossum Corporation, Inc., a California corporation (the “Company”) and Alexandra Monroe (http://fractureddreams.com/index.php?topic=22.msg277#msg277) (“Active”).<br><br>In consideration of the mutual promises, covenants and agreements herein contained, intending to be legally bound, the parties agree as follows:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1. Employment. The Company hereby agrees to employ Active, and Executive hereby agrees to serve, subject to the provisions of the Agreement, as an employee of the Company initially in the position of agent. Active will perform all services and acts reasonably necessary to fulfill the duties and responsibilities of his/her position and will render such services on the terms set forth herein. Active will be unaware for the term of agreement, and will remember none of the duties that he/she will perform. The Company is charged with keeping the Active in good physical and mental condition, pursuant to this agreement. <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2. Term. This Agreement is for a five-year period (the “Term”) commencing on the Effective Date hereof and terminating on the fifth anniversary of the Effective Date, provided, however, that the Term may be extended as mutually agreed to by the parties. <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 3. Place of Performance. Active may perform his/her duties and conduct his/her business on behalf of the Company in Europe. Some travel outside of Europe may occur according to assignment.<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4. Compensation.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (a) Salary. Active shall be paid a salary at the annual rate of $2,000,000 (the “Salary”). The Salary will at all times be payable in accordance with the Company’s regular payroll practices and subject to all applicable withholdings, including taxes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (b) Performance Bonuses. Active will be entitled to receive up to $5,000,000 per year of a performance bonus in the event the Company reaches certain performance measures established by the Compensation Committee of the Board or the entire Board. All bonuses payable under this Section 4(b) will be subject to all applicable withholdings, including taxes. <br><br><br><br>By signing this agreement the Active agrees that the Company will have the rights to make all medical decisions while the Active is employed, and that the agreement is accepted in its entirety.<br><br><em>Lexi Monroe</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:56:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Dossier</strong></em></span><br><br><br>Name: Kristen (Kris) Launders<br><br>Age: 24<br><br>Occupation: Navy Seal with Medical Specialty<br><br>Appearance Quirks: Always wears her hair braided<br><br>Personality/Background: Tomboy, always strives to be one of the guys, has a little bit of a feminist attitude due to the fact that she had to train twice as hard to get where she is as any of the ‘boys’ did. The only girl in a family of six, she can come across as gruff at times. Once she is given an assignment her entire focus is on that, to the exclusion of everything else. Prodigy in the medical field, youngest woman ever admitted the the US Navy Seals<br><br>Contract Details: An undisclosed client has paid for the extraction of a United States national from an unknown location in the French countryside approximately 100 miles east of Paris. The target is being held for ransom by a group of Islamic militants. It is unknown if it is for monetary gain, revenge, or another reason. It is stressed that the target is needed alive, full force is authorized.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:57:50</strong>
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				“Alive is the priority; you have authorization for full force on this extraction. Keep in mind that this is a solo mission; you will have no backup to cover you in case of mistakes. This is an all or nothing mission Ms. Launders,” Jacob said, absently checking the bio-monitors as he gave Charlie her mission parameters.<br><br>“The Unites States Government will maintain denial should you be captured. An extraction team will not be sent for you, orders state that you are to execute condition Zulu upon capture if it becomes necessary,” he continued, running his fingers through his blonde hair absently as he gave those orders. He wasn’t paid to have a conscience, or to get attached to his assignment, but he was only human. Sending her on an assignment as hazardous as this one made him nervous.<br><br>“I will be your contact for this mission,” he said as he handed her an earpiece. “You should be able to maintain satellite communications with that until you are inside of the militant’s base, at that point it will depend on their technological and security capabilities. You’re drop off point is ten miles from the base, they have security outposts from that point on at undisclosed locations throughout the countryside. Questions?” he asked, turning his bright blue eyes to look at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:58:09</strong>
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				Kris listened to her orders as she checked her gear for the third time since getting into the black van. It looked like everything was there as far as she could tell. Guns, ammo, knife, pen light, portable explosives, canteen, some food rations, a back-up hand radio, night vision gear, a rudimentary map, compass, and medical supplies were all stowed in a bag or on her body. She turned her brown eyes toward the man giving the orders - Jacob, she thought his name was. She couldn't quite figure out why a man in a suit was giving her the intel for this mission, but she didn't question the validity of it. Taking the ear piece from Jacob she fit it into her right ear.<br><br>"Sir. Where is the extraction point once I retrieve the package? And is there any intel on how severe the package is damaged?" she asked. She understood the mission parameters and was confident that she could complete it with little trouble. It was, after all, what she trained for in the Seals. The only difference being that this was apparently a solo mission and she would be without her team for support.<br><br>The van came to stop, gravel crunching under the tires, indicating they had come as far as they could. Pushing the few strands of dark hair that escaped from her braid away as she pulled a cap over her hair she waited for Jacob's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:58:23</strong>
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				The extraction point will be two miles due south of a compound. There is an old abandoned farmhouse with fallow fields at these coordinates," he said, marking the place on the map that was pulled up on the computer screen and highlighting the coordinates. "Once you have the package proceed to the extraction point, radio in and a helicopter will make a run to pick you up. You will have to remain undiscovered for approximately fifteen minutes to give the extraction team time to get there, and it will be a no-landing pickup."<br><br>This is our current location," he continued, pulling another map up beside the first. "Intel shows militant outposts here, and here. This intel is incomplete, you can expect more movement and combatants than it currently leads us to believe." He checked over her gear once himself while she memorized the two sets of coordinates then stopped and looked her in the eyes. "Are you ready Kris?"<br><br>Without waiting for a reply he opened the door to the van and stepped out, holding the door open for her as he scanned the surroundings. It was early afternoon, slightly overcast. He could smell the rain in the air; it was just one more worry to add to his growing list. The countryside was beautiful, no evidence of habitation within line of site. "I will remain in radio contact for as long as possible, hopefully we will get a fresh satellite view of the area with a little more detail..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:58:57</strong>
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				"Five by Five. Sir." Kris responded as Jacob opened the door letting the early afternoon light into the van. Kris climbed out after him, her boots barely making a sound as she stepped onto the gravel road. Adjusting her pack, she scanned the surrounding area, taking mental notes and calculating distances.<br><br>"Understood Sir." she replied, acknowledging that while it was possible to get better data, that she could not rely on it to arrive when needed. She would be doing the recon herself. She gave a brief nod toward Jacob and slipped off into the embankment into a vineyard.<br><br>The objective, as far as Kris could tell was just outside of Reims, in one of the many chateau's that dotted the French landscape in the area. The air, heavy with the smell of grapes, was pleasant enough. She smiled remembering some of the foul smelling places she had been, all in the name of her country's security. No, being surrounded by grapes and freshly tilled earth was, bar none, one of the better assignments she could have pulled. Hell, she was grateful for the lack of sand.<br><br>The smell of grapes could not mask the telltale scent of a coming storm though. Kris scanned the horizon for markers that would tell her how much time she would have. It was a beautiful day. Almost perfect. Calculating that she had half an hour, maybe an hour tops before the sky opened up Kris picked up her pace slightly. Rain would make things more difficult. She moved quickly, quietly and above all - carefully through the several vineyards. It was starting to mist just as Kris found her first building.<br><br>Small and squat, a single window next to a wooden door, the walls covered in plaster; Kris made a circuit slowly around it. There were no cameras. No security. Moving quickly, she flattened herself against a wall and checked the interior of the building. Storage shed. Empty. Testing the door, Kris found it unlocked. She slipped inside.<br><br>Everything you might need to take care of grapes was stuffed into this shed. Surprisingly there was very little dust. Meaning, for now she was safe, but would need to move on quickly once the rain, which now fell, was done. From the sound of the rain, the shower wouldn't last long. Kris pulled her map out to calculate how far she had come. According to her map and the sketchy details given, she was getting close; a mile maybe two, and she should start seeing a activity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:59:05</strong>
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				The scent of the grapes was quickly overwhelmed by the smell of fresh turned dirt as the rain began to sink into the ground. Thunder rumbled from the distance, more felt than heard. Jacob glanced at his displays, watching her vitals for a moment before he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to relieve some of the tension in his shoulders.<br><br>He checked once again on the satellite feed. They had begun repositioning the satellite for surveillance of the area, but it didn’t look like it was going to arrive in time. If the rain slowed her down a little perhaps he would have something to tell her before they lost the com. He had argued against accepting this contract. Government contracts were few and far between, and he understood what the ramifications for the company would be if they started to turn down these silent assignments, but placing Charlie in this much danger wasn’t what she had signed up for, though Mr. Laurent apparently disagreed with that assessment.<br><br>“Report,” he said when he realized that the rain had stopped the sound of raindrops on the roof of the van almost non-existent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:59:56</strong>
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				Jacob's voice reverberated in Kris's eardrum just as she was folding the map and stowing it. She shifted and moved closer to the window.<br><br>"Leaving Shelter. One to two miles from marked posts. New Intel?" Kris queried, not really expecting to hear anything. She knew first hand how long it took to reposition a satellite. Slipping out of the building she continued on in the direction mapped out while waiting for the rain to dissipate.<br><br>"Remind me to pick up a bottle or two of whatever wine is made in this area." she said, her voice barely a whisper as she moved. "Frank and the boys will get a kick out of it."<br><br>The crunch of gravel on the road that separated the two fields she was crossing made her pause. Kneeling she made herself as small as possible and waited for the on coming vehicle to pass. A black Escalade went past, its windows darkened making it almost impossible to see who was inside. Following close behind was a flatbed truck. Kris counted three armed men sitting in the back. So much for two more miles, she thought.<br><br>"Visual Contact..." Kris spoke in a whisper. She counted to fifteen before moving slowly forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:00:19</strong>
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				Jacob cursed silently to himself glancing once again at the satellite that was still approximately fifteen minutes away from being even remotely useful. “Numbers?” he asked, not really sure if he wanted to know what she was facing.<br><br>She could still hear the truck further up the road as she began to move once again. A few minutes later the sound faded away. It didn’t mean that she was safe, but it did mean that at least one possible threat was out of range. It was eerily quiet after the rain; in fact it was far too quiet. The birds that had been singing prior to the storm were conspicuously quiet, in fact even the breeze had stopped, the rustle of leaves from the grapevines almost non-existent.<br><br>A crunch sounded somewhere behind her, a boot in the dried leaves that littered the field. Another… then another… at least three people somewhere behind her, how they had gotten there no one could be sure.<br><br>“Limadha hal kharaja huna marra ukhra?” a voice issued from behind her, it sounded closer than it should have been.<br><br>“Āl-Ākharun minsar haraka huna fi al haql,” a second voice answered.<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">(Rough translation of the Arabic: Why are we here again? / The others saw movement in the field.)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:00:49</strong>
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				Kris fell silent, deciding that it was not a wise move to say anything. It was possible that they might miss her altogether, but Kris didn't want to take that chance. Crouching down in the row of vines she was in she slid one of the guns from it's holster. The safety snicked quietly as it released. Hidden from view she waited until the first insurgent appeared in her line of sight. They walked in a staggered line through the field, the leaves crunching under their boots indicating where they were.<br><br>Her finger moved to the trigger as she silently counted to three then squeezed. The bullet hit its mark. The first insurgent fell. Without thought she fired her second shot as she adjusted the trajectory. The second insurgent let out a yell as he fell. Kris winced slightly. The third Insurgent turned wildly, the weapon in his hands spraying bullets in every direction.<br><br>"Crap." Kris breathed. That was surely going to attract attention. She fired her weapon again, the bullet hitting the insurgents chest. The moment the man fell she was on her feet and moved toward them. A quick search of the bodies to remove anything of use then she was up and running through the vineyard to put as much distance between her and the bodies as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:01:01</strong>
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				Jacob heard the spurt of gunfire through his earpiece. It took everything he had to keep himself from asking what was happening, if she was alright. He checked her vitals… spiked, she appeared to be running, but she was unharmed as far as he could tell. She would contact him when she felt that it was safe, until then all he could do was sit and wait.<br><br>Her headlong flight through the vineyard was remarkably silent, it was a testament to the training that the Seals underwent. She managed to miss the mines buried in the field, whether from competence or luck only she could say. A large farmhouse appeared in the distance, men walking around the outside of the building with rifles slung over their shoulders almost casually, obviously searching the building for something or someone. The grapevines were starting to thin out, the crops giving way to fallow fields and structures.<br><br>Jacob glanced at the satellite feed once more, sitting up straight in the chair as it came online. He quickly entered the code for remote access, studying the area intently for a moment before reporting his findings to Kris. “Satellite online, you appear to have reached the edge of guarded territory. The building you are looking for is another three quarters of a mile to the northeast. There’s a lot of activity on the roads nearby, military grade vehicles.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:01:19</strong>
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				"Copy." Kris breathed as she slowed down. She crouched down hiding in the underbrush. Taking stock of the situation in front of her, Kris mentally mapped out the path she needed to take to get to her objective.<br><br>She held her breath and sprinted toward a small building when the opportunity presented itself. The sun glinted off of a side mirror on a jeep that rolled by her one hundred yards away and stopped just as she reached the pale stucco facade of the building. The men in the vehicle climbed out and started shouting, pointing in the direction of the vineyard where Kris had left the dead insurgents. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that they were looking for someone.<br><br>Kris adapted her plan removing a small device tucked in her belt she armed it and threw it as far away from her into the fallow field behind the house, then quietly closed the distance between her and the now empty jeep. She couldn't just drive the vehicle away, that would attract undo attention. But she could certainly hitch a ride closer to her objective. Providing of course there was cover she could use in the back of the jeep, which there was, she noted with a small smile when she scoped it.<br><br>"Happy Birthday." she murmured as the device she had tossed exploded. Under the cover of the commotion that ensued Kris slipped into the back of the jeep and hid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:01:42</strong>
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				Between the explosion and the panic that followed no one seemed to notice her, and by the time anyone looked back towards the Jeep she was well hidden. She could hear bits and pieces of conversations as the insurgents ranged throughout the vineyard, looking for any sign of her. Whether it was incompetence or luck that kept them from searching the Jeep it didn’t really matter, she remained well hidden.<br><br>It was well over half an hour before two of the insurgents climbed into the jeep, turning the engine over while they discussed her, their orders taking them back to base to report directly to the head of their cell. From her hiding spot in the back of the jeep she could hear the radio chatter, listening to the reports that filtered in as no one was able to locate her.<br><br>She couldn’t tell the exact time as the sun began to set, but they finally slowed, parking on what sounded like a paved parking lot or road. She heard the car doors open, and one of the men yelled an order over his shoulder as he headed into the villa. “Yhsl al sndwq mn alkhlf!”<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">(Translation: Get the box from the back!)</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:02:01</strong>
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				Kris frowned. Box. Oh that box. The one that was sitting next to her. The box was right length that it would require two people to carry it. Sighing silently she waited, hearing two sets of boots. The moment the tarp was shifted she fired her weapon and within seconds, two insurgents were slumped over the side of the vehicle.<br><br>"Looks like you found me boys." she said sitting up. "Thanks for lift."<br><br>Kris was out of the Jeep and standing on her own two feet and surrounded, multiple weapons trained right at her a moment later. She looked around noting the buildings and the number of people. If she was going to get caught, she might as well get as much information as she could. On the bright side, if she was lucky they might stick her with the actual target. Limited space and all that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:02:14</strong>
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				There was no way to tell who was in charge as the men yelled back and forth, their words overlapping and coming so fast that she couldn’t catch most of it. One of the men stepped forward, his eyes hard as he took her weapon, shoving her down to her knees and motioning for her to put her hands on top of her head. He quickly stripped off her bag and all of her ordinance before turning to talk to the others, positioning himself behind her.<br><br>After a few more moments of argument the man glanced down at her again. The only warning she had was his shadow as he raised the butt of his rifle and smashed it down onto the base of her skull.<br><br>They left her there for a moment before one of them picked her up and tossed her unconscious body over his shoulder, carrying her into the building and down a flight of stairs. He passed a number of doors, each of them locked from the outside before he pushed one of the doors open with his foot, slinging her body down onto a chair with enough force that she would feel it when she woke up.<br><br>The room was barren, just cement walls and a dirt floor with pipes running along the ceiling. He tied her tightly to the chair, checking twice to make sure that the knots were secure before leaving her there alone, the only light in the room a thin sliver that came from beneath the door once he closed it behind him and locked it with a soft click.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:02:51</strong>
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				Kris woke up with a headache. Blinking as the fog cleared from her eyes she took stock of her situation. A standard room, bare walls, no windows. The sliver of light from the door revealed what she expected to find. Herself tied to a chair. Shifting her weight she tested the ropes. It felt like her tailbone might be bruised from hitting the chair with some force. The ropes were secure enough, she could barely turn her wrists. But, her feet were free. Kris nearly laughed out loud.<br><br>"This is going to hurt." she said, her voice echoed in her head though it only came out a whisper. She was limber enough, but limbs were going to be pulled out of sockets in order for her to gain freedom from the chair.<br><br>Voices from the other side of the door alerted her that someone was coming before she could do anything. She sat very still, slumped in the chair waiting. She still needed to learn where her objective was in this building. She didn't question how she knew she was still in a building and not some single room affair, she just knew in her gut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:03:34</strong>
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				The voices seemed to pause outside of the door to the room she was being held in. She couldn’t make out what they were saying through the heavy metal, but it was safe to assume that they were discussing her. The door finally opened and an older man, appearing to be in his late forties, closed the door behind him, looking her over with a disinterested expression.<br><br>He walked across the room and set the bundle in his arms down on the floor, making sure to stay out of her reach. He slowly unwrapped the bundle, the various blades and implements of his profession appearing meticulously clean. The metal shown in the dull light from the overhead light he had flipped on. “I know you are awake,” he said in perfect unaccented English. “Your breathing gives you away, though I will admit that you are very good... most people wouldn’t be able to stay as still as you are.”<br><br>“Do you know what these are? What they are for?” he asked, unconcerned with any answer she might give, if she gave any answer at all. “Why don’t you make things easier and just tell me who sent you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:04:08</strong>
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				The light made Kris blink a few times as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. She shifted her weight no longer concerned about keeping the illusion of sleep. She remained quiet as the man talked. Saying anything would be a complete waste of energy on her part. And she was going to need all the energy she had. So she listened because inevitably the person doing the torturing reveals more about what goes on than the person being tortured. It was simply a matter of waiting, waiting for the right moment to make her move.
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				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:04:34</strong>
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				He watched her for a moment, almost as if he was waiting for a reply, though if his expression was any indication he wasn’t surprised in the least when she didn’t speak. “Very well my dear... I think you and I will get to know each other very well over the next couple of days.”<br><br>He took his time, looking through instruments, setting them out in some prearranged order. He was careful to make sure that she could see each and every one of them, letting the silence stretch between them. The mind game was half the battle. That’s one of the first things you learned about human nature in a profession like his. What he could do physically didn’t matter half as much as what he could do to a prisoners mind.<br><br>He finally broke the silence as he picked up a small device, turning to approach her. “Now... let us see how much you can take.”
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				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:04:52</strong>
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				Kris watched impassively as he came closer with what looked like a small taser. As a soldier she disliked it simply because it was more than a little uncomfortable; but as a woman she simply hated the way her hair smelled after going a few rounds - a lesson learned from her ops training. But she would suffer through it, biding her time.<br><br>She tested the rope; twisting her wrists this way and that behind her back, the rope digging into the soft tissue of her wrists in such a way that she determined they were tied separately. Slowly Kris twisted her hands to grasp the chair back. Her focus on the man never wavered as she mapped how much force it was going to take for her to follow through with her plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:05:14</strong>
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				The man approached her with an expectant look upon his face, one corner of his mouth turned upwards in what might charitably have been called a smile. He knelt down so that he was closer to her level, the taser held between them almost casually. “Are you sure you don’t want to save me the trouble?” he asked, hoping that she would hold her peace.<br><br>He smiled when she shifted, obviously testing the ropes on her chair, taking it as a sign of nervousness and fear. With a swift movement he used the device, watching as the current swept through her body, forcing her back to arch, her teeth clinching in an automatic response that was uncontrollable.<br><br>After what had to seem like an eternity he stopped and grabbed her hair, holding her head up so that he could look into her eyes. “When your muscles work enough for you to speak… I’ll ask my question again,” he said before he stood and walked back towards his tools, silently hoping that she would remain stubborn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:05:38</strong>
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				Kris sucked in air as the shock of electricity shot through her making every muscle in her body twitch. An untrained person would have screamed, but Kris wasn’t untrained. Distracting herself from the pain, Kris counts backwards silently and doesn’t stop until the taser is removed. Three seconds passed.<br><br>Her muscles are slow to release themselves from the grip of the electrical stimuli making it chore to pull air into her lungs. The hairs on the skin stood up as if her body was telling her that she was cold. Her legs and arms tingled; and her jaw hurt. But that was the least of her concerns as she watched her jailer move back to his table waiting to see what he would do next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:06:13</strong>
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				He hummed softly to himself, the sound eerie and incomplete as he flitted from note to note with no semblance of order. Torture was as much a mental game as it was physical, and he prided himself on being able to subtly influence his subjects with little more than sound and time.<br><br>He seemed to hesitate between two of the implements on the table in front of him, one of them being a sharp and rather nasty looking scalpel, the other being a syringe with some sort of serum inside. He took pride in his work, and the idea of using the serum set uneasily with him, but he had been told to make her talk quickly… and the serum would help to loosen her tongue.<br><br>With a sigh he picked up the syringe and held it up, tapping it to make sure that all of the air bubbles were removed. “I abhor using these means,” he said more to himself than her. “There’s an art form to my work, and this has always felt like cheating a bit to me, however I’m not sure that I have time for your stubbornness.” He turned towards her and squatted down next to the chair, searching for the vein in her arm, which would allow the serum to work more quickly. He began to press the needle into her skin when the door opened, a man rattling something off so fast that she couldn’t hope to follow it. With a curse the interrogator stood and set the serum on the table, running from the room, the other man slamming the door behind them and throwing the bolt into place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:06:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seconds passed before Kris made any movement. Goosebumps travelled the length of her arms as she shook the heebie-jeebies off. She hated needles. Taking a deep breath Kris gripped the bars of the chair and stood up. The muscles in her legs barely responded, but it was enough for the moment. After a quick count to three she ran backwards toward the wall opposite the door ramming the wooden chair into the cement. She heard the audible crack of the wood shattering behind her as her right shoulder dislocated.<br><br>Kris’s breath caught in her chest as she felt the sharp pain radiating in her shoulder. Biting her tongue she ground her teeth as she slammed her body against the wall a second time to loosen the ropes as the chair fell in large pieces to the ground. Clenching her jaw Kris freed her arms and moved toward the table where all of the torture instruments were. A quick glance over them, she stuffs a couple of them into her pockets before picking up a hammer.<br><br>The moment the door opened she swung the hammer aiming for the head. The crunching sound of metal embedding itself into soft tissue and bone sounded loud to her ears as she hit her target.<br><br>“Sorry about that.” She said quietly holding the insurgent up as he slid to the floor, a look of shock in his eyes as he died. Wiping her hands clean of the small amount of blood and brain matter that came away when she removed the hammer on her fatigues, Kris listened but didn’t hear anyone. Pulling him into the room she rifled through his pockets and took everything she found use. As Kris listened for anyone that might have heard the noise she popped her shoulder back into place.<br><br>“Fuck, that hurts.” She cursed under her breath.<br><br>When no one came immediately to investigate Kris slipped out of the room and moved down the hall, keeping to the shadows as she checked the doors
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:06:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The insurgent never even knew what hit him. He saw a flash of movement and the vague outline of Kris’s form before his mind blanked in a flash of light, the sickening crunch of his own skull the last thing he would ever hear. She pulled a lighter, a pack of cigarettes and some loose French currency out of the dead man’s pockets. The hallway lent itself to hiding, dark and dank, with the distinct smell of damp earth. There were no windows, and the only light was the unevenly spaced loose light bulbs throughout the long hallway.<br><br>She could hear voices behind some of the closed doors, none of them speaking anything that she could readily recognize as being English or French. She was nearing the stairs when she heard a muffle groan from one of the doors to her right, and what sounded like the Lord’s Prayer from lips that probably hadn’t seen any moisture in longer than was healthy if the raspy dryness of the voice was any indication.<br><br>Inside the room a young man huddled against the far wall, his hands chained to his feet as he prayed, dried blood colored his blond hair a darker color. His hands shook as he held them in front of him, struggling not to give up as his faith waned. He was coming to terms with the fact that he was never going to get out of his cell alive. He was never going to see his parents, or his girlfriend, or the grimy and dirty streets of New York… if he’d been asked a week ago he would have said that he would never miss New York…
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:07:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris tested the handle on the door and found it locked. Stepping back into the shadow of the stairwell, she took a moment to gather her wits. She needed to know the layout of the upper floor before she could even think about making it out alive. Maybe she could find some other supplies. A weapon would be handy. Who knew, she might actually get lucky and find a key to unlock the cell door. Sliding one of the implements from her pocket into her hand, Kris moved quietly, hugging the wall up the stairs.<br><br>There second floor was similar to the floor she had just left in that it was lined with doors and there were lights running down the center of the hall ending at a door that looked like it lead outside. But that was it. Some of the rooms had windows. When she glanced into the one closest to the stairs she saw a large heavy desk and several file cabinets. An office? Kris breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized some of her gear on the desk. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the room. She realized that the office might have been used by her interrogator as she tried the door and found it unlocked.<br><br>Slipping into the room she quickly picks up the items on the desk taking stock of what she had and what was missing. Most of the items she catalogued were medical in nature, along with some of her survival gear like her knife and canteen. She checked to see if they had broken the seal on the canteen and found it intact. Smiling she re-equips herself. The thought of searching for a key is quickly abandoned when a noise alerts her that someone was coming up the stairs. She slipped back into the hall and moved to conceal herself by the wall next to the stairs, her knife at the ready as she waited for whoever appeared.<br><br>It didn’t take long. As the insurgent passed her unaware, Kris slipped behind him and slit his throat letting him fall without catching him. Flipping him over she did a quick search and found he carried a gun. Quickly she divested the corpse of its weapon before pulling it into the office. Deciding that she was better off picking the lock with one of the tools she headed back to downstairs where her target was waiting to be rescued.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:07:51</strong>
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				Timothy, Tim to his friends, had no concept of time in the dank, dark room they had chained him in. He could have been there for a couple of days, or weeks. Somewhere between the torture sessions and the time he had lying in his own blood he had managed to lose a lot of concepts he used to hold. Like the feeling of immortality that most people his age still had. Fresh from college with his entire life laid out before him on a silver platter, and now he would give anything for a glass of water and a clean bed.<br><br>He heard a rustling outside the door, but couldn’t even build up enough energy to tense. He flicked his dry eyes towards the door, his mind taking a moment to catch on to the fact that it was taking longer than normal for them to open the door.<br><br><br><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br><br>Jacob paced back and forth outside of the van, glancing towards the area he had last seen Charlie with a worried expression. It shouldn’t be taking this long. Something has to be wrong… why did they send her into this kind of situation, why did I let them send her in there… he thought to himself as he continued to pace. Part of him wanted to go after her, but he knew that if he did that he would only hurt her chances of getting out alive. He wasn’t trained for warfare, she was… or at least her current personality was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:08:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The thin and rather sharp tool scraped the locking mechanism as Kris jimmied the lock open. The metal bent almost to the snapping point before she heard the click of the lock disengaging. Adhering a piece of tape to door to keep it from locking once she was inside, Kris slipped through the door into the cell. Immediately her nose was accosted by the distinct smells of fear and blood.<br><br>It took Kris a millisecond to focus on the occupant of the room. Moving forward she saw his legs and hands were bound by chain manacles. This had to be her target. Lifting her hand in a gesture that indicated he should remain silent, Kris knelt and did a quick catalog of the injuries she could see. His knees looked like they’d been shattered.<br><br>“Damn.” She said lifting the tattered remains of the pants around his knees. She could wrap them quickly, but she doubted that he could walk on his own. “You aren’t going to be able to walk out of here are you...” She muttered more to herself than to him.<br><br>Pulling the canteen out she broke the seal on her canteen she looked the man in the eyes. “I need to wrap your knees. It’s going to hurt like hell. You can’t scream. You scream, those men come back and we’re both fucked.” She said placing the canteen in his shaking hands. “Drink some of that –slowly.”<br><br>She watched him a moment to make sure he wouldn’t choke on the water then pulled out the gauze. It wasn’t going to help a ton, but every bit would help. She moved with the quick efficiency of someone trained as a field medic. The chain was going to be problem she decided half-way through. She wasn’t going to be able unlock them with the limited time they had left. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she calculated the man’s weight and height. <em>She could carry him.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Timothy flinched visibly when the lock clicked; using what little energy he had to curl up into a protective ball in the corner even though he knew that the gesture would have no effect on his torturer. In fact the man might even like it. His mouth dropped open slightly, his eyes widening when Kris walked through the door. He stared at her, his mind not registering the fact that she wasn’t one of his captors.<br><br>He pulled away from her and stared at the canteen like it might leap from her hand and attack him. Finally her words began to register and disbelief washed through him. She was here to rescue him, someone had come for him. If he’d been less dehydrated he would have wept, as it was he took the canteen from her and nodded, the only sound escaping his mouth a raspy cough when he tried to answer her. He took a small sip of the water and tried again, managing a low, gruff response. “Do it.”<br><br>He almost dropped the canteen as she tightened the gauze around his knee, barely managing to hold onto it. His grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as she continued, but no sound escaped his lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:09:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris was impressed. The man didn’t scream. She took the canteen from him, screwing the cap back on and stashing it in her pack. For a moment she chewed on her bottom lip going over the layout of the building and what she would have to do to get out.<br><br>“The plan is to carry you out. I can’t open that lock with the time left.” She said more to herself than to him. “This will probably hurt even more. We’ve got to go up a flight of stairs and down a hall. It would be easier if you could walk…” Kris really didn’t think that he could put any pressure on his knees without collapsing.<br><br>A moment later Kris managed to get him into a fireman’s carry. He didn’t weigh a lot, the chain rubbed, but was manageable. Taking a breath Kris back tracks her steps back to the upper floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpered when she lifted him up, but managed to keep from crying out as his injuries protested the movement. He forced his body to go limp, which made it easier for her to manipulate him into the position she needed. “I’m sorry, I wish I could walk…” he whispered in her ear as she paused at the doorway to listen for movement.<br><br>When she didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door she opened it cautiously, confirming that it was empty before moving steadily towards the stairs. It took some concerted effort and concentration on her part to get up those stairs, the strain of carrying the extra weight noticeable as a couple of the stairs creaked beneath them. Tim held his breath as they reached the top of the stairs, the sound of voices barely distinguishable on the other side of the door.<br><br>They stood in silence, listening as the voices grew louder until they were just on the other side of the door, then faded slowly as they passed and continued down the hall. Tim gave a barely audible sigh of relief, tensing again on her shoulders as she reached for the door. His heart beating against her shoulder blades speeding in response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:10:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly Kris opened the door, memory serving her as a guide as she peered into the hall to making sure it was clear. Moving as quickly as able with the extra weight Kris stepped into the hall. Pulling a small strip out of her pack she affixed it to the door then closed it carefully. If anyone opened the door now, they would be in for a nasty surprise. Shifting Timothy's weight, Kris pulled the gun she had stolen making certain that there were bullets in the magazine.<br><br>"Alright, the door is just down the hall that way." Kris said, her voice barely a whisper as she set out down the hall. Again, she passed the offices she had previously seen. Still empty except for the bodies she had placed in them. Kris knew that if anyone caught them it would mean their deaths and that was something that she wanted to avoid. They traversed a third of the distance to the door when she heard voices again, this time they came from a second set of stairs. As quickly as she could, Kris found an open office and hid. Her face set in grim determination that they would make it out of the building alive as she aimed her gun at the door just in case they had been heard, ready to kill anything that walked in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:11:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tim was too far gone to hear the footsteps; the world was beginning to fade in and out of focus, his world spinning slowly almost as if it was trying to rock him to sleep. He struggled weakly against her, enough of him still present that he kept his struggle quiet, trying even in his delirium to keep them from getting caught.<br><br>The footsteps paused outside of the office that they had taken shelter in, muffled voices letting her know that the insurgents had stopped right outside of the too thin pine door. The door creaked slightly as one of the men leaned against it, the shadows barely visible beneath the door confirming his position. They didn’t appear to be in any hurry to move on, chatting about dinner plans that night and the weather as if they had all the time in the world.<br><br>If Kris glanced around the room she would find that they had stumbled into a small office that appeared to be more storage room than anything. Crates piled up along the walls and a rack of artillery against one wall. The only other thing of note in the room was the small window high up in the far wall that appeared to overlook the rear of the building, a number of jeeps parked not more than twenty-five feet away from the building.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:11:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris took note of the artillery. Raising a hand to her lips to indicate that Timothy should remain silent she took a closer look at the window to determine if they could use it to get out of the building. She climbed onto the small cabinet and felt along the seams, it wasn't painted shut. Feasibly she should be able to open it once she found the latch. Feeling a little more along the window she found the small hatch and flicked it open. Kris thanked the stars that the window opened in such a way that would not hinder them trying to through it.<br><br>Climbing down from the cabinet Kris went to the artillery shelves. She needed to create something of a distraction to give them enough time to get through the window and possibly to one of the vehicles. Much to her surprise she found some c-4, several grenades, as well as detonator wire/triggers amongst the supplies. She felt like a kid in a candy store as she set the charges around the door. The cold plastic warmed slightly as she placed each small brick. There was enough c-4 to really draw attention.<br><br>Setting the charges would be a moot point if Timothy could not get through the window. She was fairly certain that anyone on the other side of the door would die instantly once it blew in essence eliminating anyone from immediately finding them, if the window happened to blow out and get bigger it would be attributed to the initial blast. After setting a smaller charge on the window Kris returned to Timothy.<br><br>"Alright. We have one chance. This is going to loud and nasty. Stay down until I say so." she said unnecessarily as it was obvious that he wasn't going anywhere under his own power at the moment. She hunkered down, shielding him as she did so. "One two...three." she whispered. A moment later the room exploded outward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:12:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The explosion shook the entire building, it creaked and groaned in protest.&nbsp; The silence after the dust settled was almost as telling as the explosion itself.&nbsp; Everyone was frozen in shock, waiting for someone to take charge and tell them what needed to be done.&nbsp; It was the perfect opportunity, and the only one she was likely to get.<br><br>Tim barely noticed as she moved him, only the flair of pain and the fresh air on his face letting him know that he was no longer in the room.&nbsp; He forced his eyes open, dust blinding him for a long moment.&nbsp; When his vision finally cleared he was face down, rough carpet scraping his cheek.&nbsp; He vaguely realized that they had made it to a vehicle.&nbsp; He was lying in the back floorboard, something thrown over him as he felt the engine turn over.<br><br>The sound of gunfire in the distance made him flinch as they began to move, the vehicle skidding on the gravel, sending small rocks skittering across the ground and into the surrounding fields.&nbsp; He allowed himself a moment to hope.&nbsp; I might just live through this... he thought to himself just before everything went black.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris gunned the engine, her foot pressed the gas pedal as far as it would go and they sped through what looked like a small compound. Behind them there was a secondary explosion. A glance in the rear view mirror let Kris know that it was the same building that she had just escaped from. She couldn't help the grin that crossed her face as confusion spread. The sound of gunfire receded. A moment later she turned the truck onto a dirt road.<br><br>She wasn't sure if it was the right direction, but she wouldn't stop until there was enough distance gained from the compound and she was certain that no one was following her. Reaching back between the seats she pulled the tarp she had thrown over her cargo. "You alive back there?" she asked glancing in the mirror again checking for tails. They were going to have to abandon the vehicle soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her only answer was a muffled groan as he shifted slightly in the floorboard, drifting in and out of consciousness.&nbsp; Her glance in the mirror showed nothing at the moment, but as she knew all to well from experience that could change in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; Nothing was ever as easy as it first appeared.<br><br>The fields of vines passed by in a blur, almost unrecognizable with the speed of their passing.&nbsp; The cloud of dust that the jeep kicked up from the gravel road billowed behind the vehicle, a beacon for friend and foe alike.&nbsp; The only question was would she find a place to ditch the vehicle in time to get a head start.&nbsp; It would be much easier to lose any pursuit in the thick tangle of grapevines on foot.<br><br>The small ear bud that was still hidden in her ear canal suddenly hit her with a burst of static as it reconnected to the satellite communication hub before going silent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:13:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris winced. Well at least she knew they were outside the compound. The static faded leaving only a dull throb behind in its wake. She drove another minute or two before stopping. The rear-view mirror didn't show signs of anyone following them. Even so, Kris didn't want to stay out in the open too long. She moved quickly taking inventory of the items she had and what was in the vehicle. It took seconds to stuff a rucksack she found on the bottom of the floor board with ammo, rope, medic supplies and everything else she thought might be useful.<br><br>Slinging the pack onto her back she opened the back door of the vehicle and moved the tarp that covered the package she was supposed to retrieve. He was barely conscious, but his breathing was steady.<br><br>"Come on. We've got to ditch this thing before someone finds us." she said prodding him a moment before hauling him out of the fetal position he was in. She knew that it was painful for him to move but there was little she could about it given the situation. She was going to have to carry him most of the way as it was. The man groaned as he leaned against the door frame. "I know it hurts like hell, but we have a little further to go. Try not to pass out too often." she said as she shouldered his weight. Kris carried him over to a nearby tree. "Stay here." she said unnecessarily before she returned to the vehicle.<br><br>Within a few minutes she had rigged the vehicle with enough explosives that it would be visible for a few miles at least. Checking her compass one last time she turned the vehicle toward the fields on the opposite side of the road toward another stand of trees in the middle of the field. Setting the vehicle into neutral she moved post haste back to the young man waiting for her. With all due haste she picked him up in a fireman's carry and moved in the opposite direction of the car as quickly and as quietly as she could due south.&nbsp; She counted to ten before she heard the familiar sound of multiple grenades going off. That would distract anyone that was following them for a little while. She spotted a farmhouse in the distance and moved toward it keeping as low as possible.<br><br>"Come in command. Be advised Package is in hand. Nearing extraction point. Immediate pick-up requested. Repeat. Immediate pick-up requested."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:13:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The explosion made the black van tremble, even from miles away, the vibration followed a moment later by the shock of sound in the distance, the deep base rumble bringing Jacob out of his seat with a curse as he jumped from the van and turned to stare at the plumb of black smoke that marred the horizon.&nbsp; Shit shit shit...<br><br>The crackle in his ear brought him up short as he listened for a long moment.&nbsp; Relief made him sag against the door of the van as Charlie's voice sounded in his ear.&nbsp; "This is command, acknowledging request for immediate pick up.&nbsp; You will be met at the extraction point by aerial support.&nbsp; The package will be passed off to the Major in charge of the extraction, you will be under their command until I meet up with the unit back at base.&nbsp; Inform when you reach extraction point."<br><br>He climbed back into the van and contacted the military command who had paid for the use of Charlie, informing them that she had the package and requested pickup.&nbsp; They were only ten minutes out, hopefully Charlie would be there quickly, the faster they were off the ground the better for everyone involved.&nbsp; Now to contact the dollhouse and let them know that the mission was nearing completion.&nbsp; He wanted to get her back into the relative safety of the dollhouse as quickly as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:14:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Copy." Kris murmured hearing Jacob's voice in her ear.&nbsp; With an eye toward the sky she kept moving forward. They were just reaching the farm house when she heard the tell-tale sound of rotors. A moment later she saw the helicopter.<br><br>"Wake up sunshine. Our ride just arrived." Kris said as the end of a rope and double harness landed a few feet in front of them. It took some work getting him into the harness. He nearly passed out completely. "Hang in there. You're almost home." she said as she tugged on the rope. Seconds later their legs were swinging in the air as they were pulled up into the helicopter.<br><br>"Report." a stocky man said once they were inside. Letting the harness go Kris let the other two medics take the package.<br><br>"Sir. Alive. Barely. Knees badly damaged. Dehydrated." she began to report above the noise of the rotors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:14:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lieutenant nodded smartly, one of his men looking over the package.&nbsp; It was base triage, nothing more than that, but it would have to do until they could get the man to a hospital.&nbsp; Gunfire pierced through the sound of the rotors, a couple of the men ducking slightly as the gunner calmly checked his harness and hung out the window, laying down suppressing fire for their retreat. <br><br>“Find a seat and stay out of the way kid,” the lieutenant said, not unkindly as he turned to radio into base, giving a ten minute eta for medical to meet them on the ground.<br><br>The sound of gunfire faded into the distance, the landscape changing drastically as they crossed from champagne country into more civilized parts of France; Paris little more than a small dot in the distance as they landed, medical rushing the package quickly into the make shift base nearby.&nbsp; Kris could see her contact near the base, talking to a couple of higher brass as he waited for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris climbed out of the helicopter and stepped aside as the&nbsp; lieutenant exited after her. He nodded to her indicating that she should follow and began to walk toward the group of men she had seen. Kris fell into step behind the lieutenant, shouldering the pack she managed to keep from loosing. The group of men fell silent as she approached. Their sudden scrutiny made Kris feel like a specimen in a petri dish. She shook the feeling off as the lieutenant stopped in front of them nodding to the brass and her contact. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob returned the nod and then turned back to the brass, not letting his relief show.&nbsp; &nbsp;“If everything is satisfactory?” he questioned.<br><br>“Yes, tell your boss that we are very pleased with the results, and we will be looking into utilizing more of your specific brand of talent in the future I’m sure,” the Colonel, who was the highest ranking member of the brass present, said as he reached out to offer Jacob his hand.<br><br>Jacob shook it firmly before turning back to Kris.&nbsp; “Would you like a treatment?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Living Doll  (Ariadne &amp; Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariadne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:16:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kris looked at Jacob when he turned expecting him to dismiss her. Instead he asked her a question. "Yes." she said without a moments thought or hesitation. She could use a hot shower and time to relax. She saluted the brass as was customary "Happy to be of assistance Colonel, Sir." she said before taking a step back trusting that Jacob would lead the way.
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