Special Branch: The Living Dead
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, January 18, 2007 15:39
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The previous thread was getting mighty long, so here's the new one - our FOURTH!
Summary will come later (hopefully with a little help from us all) aswell as the list of current characters.
Here's the previous threads:
1.Special Branch: Unbound
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=20504
2.Special Branch: The Chasing Of Wild Geese
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=21730
3. Special Branch and the HUGE Hospital Bills
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=23302
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First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Earlier
Crouched by the door to the hospital, Safe laid out his plan to Wisp using gestures only. While it was a second language to him, years of combat having honed this skill, Wisp had a little trouble understanding at first but it didn’t take him long to get up to speed.
Safe watched as Wisp disappeared into the dark. He didn’t doubt for a second in Wisp’s ability. While he may be rash and…well… young, the “kid” was sharp, sharper than one ought to be at his age.
Standing for his part in this, Safe looked down at the little girl. Yet another enigma. She hadn’t said a word, yet she hadn’t tried to run or show signs of panic. He grinned at her and mussed her hair. “Just a little longer little one.”
Safe squared his shoulders, adjusted his hold on the little girl and walked directly at the figure by the gate.
“Excuse me sir. We were inside visiting my wife when the alarms went off and everything went crazy and guards ushered us out. What’s happening? Is she going to be alright?”
The man at the gate looked at Safe. It was obvious that he was trying to figure out if Safe was for real or not. “Y’all might want to try a different story. I’ll give you credit though. I almost believed that one.” The man casually dropped his cigar and ground it out with his boot.
“Lucky for you, I was waiting for you” He says with a small smile which slowly bled off his face.
“Is that a fact?” Wisp’s voice comes from behind the man. Wisp’s gun is jammed in the man’s neck.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” The man says slowly raising his hands. “I’m here to help you. The names Huxley.”
“Yeah right!” Wisp near spits the words and he jams his gun tighter under Huxley’s ear. “Your just another Crimson flunky and this is just another trick.”
“Who do you think left that door open? Who do you think blacked out that security cam? Why else would I be standing in the dark by an open gate when all the rest are locked up tight?? Someone wants you alive and outta here.” The man implores Safe.
“What’s your role in all this? I thought the Alliance had this planet in there back pocket?” It was Safe’s turn to ask questions.
“Phaugh! The Alliance is run by idiots. There’s no love of the Alliance with me. Nor the Crimson Guard for that matter. I uphold the law. Keep the peace. Sometimes we’re on the same page, sometimes not. There was a time when the Alliance stood for something.” The man shook his head sadly.
“Some of it still does.” Safe says quietly. Catching Wisps eye, Safe nods and Wisp reluctantly releases his grip. “Thank you Huxley.” Safe shakes the other mans hand.
“Oh… here, I almost forgot.” Huxley says handing Safe a business card. “Find these people. They’re the ones that wanted you free.”
Safe accepts the card and he and Wisp disappear into the night.
Huxley watches them go for a minute, then prepares to leave when a noise at the backdoor catches his attention. More people were coming out. ‘How many were there?’ Huxley thought. That was his last thought for a while as a gun barrel cracks the back of his head and he slumps unconscious to the ground, oblivious to the woman stepping over his inert form.
Nothing would interfere with her vengeance.
OOC: Sorry for the length, but I think I've tied up the loose ends... I think.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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SR lay prone on a rock shelf half way up a hill outside the perimeter of the "secret military base". He scoffed at the idea of the military's concept of secrecy. Cordon off a section of real estate from the local population with concertina wire and machinegun nests, hire local contractors to build a installation on site for lowest bid and then when all the work is finished hang big signs saying that all tresspasers will be shot on sight, some secret! He watched through binoculars as what appeared to be prisioners began streaming out the installation. Ah the inevitable systemic failure followed closely by a prision break. He contemplated firing up his camp stove and making cocoa and popcorn as he watched the show, but he discard the silly thought and began to move forward. This was a golden opportunity, up until this point SR had merely been satified to watch the base and gather intelligence now he was going inside. The guards, if there were any left, would be looking to catch fugitives not intruders. A few well placed rifle shots eliminating key officers and sargents would make the confusion onto panic and then all SR had to do was slip in quietly, load up a truck, shuttle or mule with some weapons, food and medical supplies and then be on his merry. It was a crazy plan but that was why it would work, because no one would dream it might happen. SR noticed a small knot of soldiers gathering around one individual who appeared to have a element of command who was gesturing and shouting orders. SR's rifled cracked once and the officer fell to the ground. SR continued moving in crouch toward the perimeter fence.
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OOC: I hope this doesn't throw a monkey wrench into anybody's story line. I'm just trying to get foot in the door so to speak.
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Vixen had almost forgotten what the smell of clean was. She had stood under the shower for an hour every time she had had one in the last few days since she became gainfully employed. Her job wasnt overly complicated, difficult, or exciting. She stood by Mr Jenkins chair looking stern whenever he had meetings and she sat by the door whenever he didnt. Shed been invited into the pool with the bimbettes a few times but wasnt interested at all.
She stepped out of the shower and clawed for the towel in the steamy room. She wrapped the soft cotton against her skin and stood gazing in the mirror. She hadnt lived this good in.... a long time. She never expected it in prison.
She dressed quickly and returned to the main chamber. There was a new man in the room and Vixen was immediatley on edge. He was dressed in a guards uniform and talking in hushed tones to Mr Jenkins, they both went quiet when she appeared. She walked over planning every move the guard could make in order to snap his neck.
"Mrs Goddard" Jenkins spoke to her "This man is from the resistance. Your friends have been located and put in touch with his cell. You will be leaving here with him now in order to make contact"
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Ghost looked up at Mr. Safe quietly. He didn’t scare her as much as other adults did. His name was Mr. Safe after all. Truth had told her very long ago to trust when she felt someone was safe or someone was bad. She had never trusted Mr. Carson, or any other adults till Ms. Seryn and Mr. Safe…She wondered what had happened to Ms. Seryn, shivering she cuddled closer to the man holding her, being careful not to bump her injured arm, he might be scary but the other adults were scarier. And he had protected her so far.
Then they were outside and Ghost shivered, the thin hospital nightgown she wore was better than what she usually had to wear, but not by much. And it did very little to fight the chill that had settled on the planet.
Night time was very dark, monsters lived in the dark. Whimpering a little she gripped Safe tighter, hoping she was right about him and he would protect her.
OOC: Wow it's been awhile...Sorry school is busy but I'll work on getting better.(Oh if anyone has an idea for the password of sanctuary and room 000, or those mysterious people that gave Ghost that information a few posts ago feel free. I really had no clue where to go with it.)
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OOC: I'm in the middle of writing a post but I haven't had chance to complete it. I'm gonna finish it tomorrow and post it (and hopefully if I've got time, I'll post a summary too)
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OOC: SR - that\'s not screwed up any of my plans.
Great writing from all of you. Sometimes this thread is just too much fun
Kyra glanced down at the body before her.
In stony silence she remained, shocked, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
How could this be? she wondered.
As the man she had fought with slowly and easily took the lowered gun from her hand, she could but look on.
Her thoughts took her back to the moment when she had last seen the man she had gunned down
*****
One Year Ago:
She hadn\'t done any work that day. She could barely focus knowing the retribution she was about to face. The article had gone out, despite her best efforts to prevent it.
Carl had said it would make her career.
\"A gutsy expose will put you in the limelight, after that you can write what you wanted\" he had told her
Tell that to Bernie.
He arrived that day just after five in the evening. She didn\'t know when or how he had heard the news, only that he wasn\'t there to congratulate her.
He stormed into her office and flung the article at her.
Staring at her for a few seconds with that look of anger broke her heart, if only because she knew how she had broken his.
Biting his tongue, he turned away again before ever having spoken a word.
\"Bernie\" she called out to him
\"You...\" Words failed him.
\"I didn\'t want to...\"
\"How the hell could you do this?! You\'ve... you know you\'ve probably ruined me. That\'s it. I\'m screwed.\"
\"It was my hundan of an editor. I asked him not to print it\"
\"But you wrote it.\"
She was silent
\"Everything. Everything you told me was a lie. How could you? For months you pretended to...\" he interrupted himself, gathering his thoughts.
\"And for what? A story? You would go through all that just for a story?! To make a name for yourself?
\"Why stop there? You want my full client list, or is the paper only interested in outing my more well-known clients?\"
\"I\'m sorry. I didn\'t...\" Kyra had tried to explain. \"It wasn\'t all a lie... what we had. You have to believe me\"
He glared at her with such intensity, she felt he could see right through her... but not enough for him to accept the truthfulness of her words.
\"I don\'t have to believe anything you say. Not anymore\"
\"Bernie\" she pleaded, her voice strained as she felt herself give way to tears
\"No. You don\'t get to call me that anymore\"
With that, Bernard Needham left the office, and her, forever.
*****
\"Get down on the ground\" Soul ordered as he pointed the woman\'s own weapon at her head.
Tears had begun to roll down her cheek and, her body shaking, she slowly complied with his orders.
Her knees in the gravel, she reached across gently to touch the lifeless body beside her.
\"Don\'t move\" Soul ordered.
Kyra choked on tears. Then the man that held her hostage said something she couldn\'t quite believe.
\"Needy, are you okay?\"
What came next was even more unbelievable.
A grunt sounded from the body
Then it moved
As Needy stirred, Kyra began to feel sick with unease.
Needy sat up, the exposed gunshot wound to the head was healing over at a remarkable pace.
Soul breathed a sigh of relief.
Kyra could but gasp and watch the world spin as she passed out.
OOC: Another long one. And I probably won\'t get the chance to write again till tomorrow night at the earliest, so if anyone wants to follow on the events (like Soul), then the plan is that Kyra is taken with us
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Huxley groaned, twitched a little and worked numb fingers between the rough gravel and the cheek he'd used to break his fall.
Someone was really going to pay for that stunt.
Jeeze, you do them a favor...
Sick of waiting, tired of risking his ass, knowing that somewhere there was a warm room and a beer he could be rejoicing in, he stood, staggered a few steps, then made his way in the direction the patients had come from.
As he came upon the little party he noted their situations, guessed what might have happened, and figured that she, the one kneeling with a gun to her head, was the peice of go-se who laid him out. He removed his own gun from the holster, and signalled his friendly intent to the dangerous looking guy holding the other firearm.
"Hey" Huxley looked at the other guy, recognised him as part of the little travelling circus the Seryn woman had had with her. He looked vaguely more awake at least.
The dark guy instantly raised his gun to meet him, and just as quickly Huxley pointed his gun at the woman, stilling her where she'd moved to bolt.
The other, Needy, spoke softly, restrained the gunman, and Huxley grinned.
"So how you guys doing? Enjoying the night air?" He kicked the woman on the ground "the local wildlife?"
His grin faded, he reached down and hauled her up "We move. Now. Guards are gonna be here any second - we go now" and he started walking.
Past the gate and well into the shadows of the narrow streets, he sensed that his high handedness hadn't won him any friends with the guy with the gun. Sticking out his hand, he grinned "Huxley - sherrif about these parts, we have a doctor friend in common"
"Soul" the guy reluctantly volunteered, still less sure of him now he knew what he did.
"Soul? Remind me to ask you 'bout that sometime." He grinned again "For now, lemme ask you bout that friend of yours - the pretty little widow Antares, you know if she likes flowers? Or's she got herself an unreasonable love of something else?"
Soul stared at him, Needy looked up to, but then fell back to his own thoughts, his expression unreadable. "Seryn?" he asked, "you sick... don't you know she's dead?"
Huxley caught his almost disgusted expression. Then he laughed.
"Man.. this is... I love this place!"
(ooc - i think i may have gone to far on, sorry for the high handedness! but let me know, and as always, i'll alter it!)
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Wisp and Safe Smiled like chesire Cats when the saw Soul step from the doorway with a twlling smirk. The smiles quickly fell as the woman appeared with the gun.
What could they do??
If they tried anything Soul could quite easliy get shot. They moved closer but remained out of sight watching the scene unfold. When Soul began to grapple Wisp made a motion to move but Safe held him back with his hand and motioned to the girl. They couldnt start a battle with an innocent on board.
There attention was drawn back to the door by the gunshot and the figure of Needy was seen to slump to the floor. A sickness passed through them both before there mind told them that it would take a damn site more than that to scratch Him.
When Huxley stepped into the fray they followed him from the shadows appearing behind him as he spoke
Quote:
"Man.. this is... I love this place!"
Wisp placed his gun to the mans head for the second time tonight: "you mind rephrasing that?"
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"put it away junior"
Huxley looked at the various faces, reached out and tickled the little girls cheek briefley. And frowned at Wisp until he retracted the gun.
"What? you mean you guys really haven't guessed yet? Man, an I thought you was intelligent folk."
Again he looked from stony face to stony face.
"We've gotta get a move on, you guys are in for a treat"
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