Special Branch: The Execution of Vixen Goddard
POSTED BY: SoulOfSerenity
UPDATED: Tuesday, February 1, 2011 15:54
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I've no idea whats going on - i posted on the new site hence all the wittering about the CB photo.
It did show that you'd posted several times but like Safe i can only see a couple. Unfortunately i haven't been copying the threads sorry.
(and this post was bought to you by being up way past my bed time.)
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I've no idea whats going on - i posted on the new site hence all the wittering about the CB photo.
It did show that you'd posted several times but like Safe i can only see a couple. Unfortunately i haven't been copying the threads sorry.
(and this post was bought to you by being up way past my bed time.)
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OOC-Its ok guys Me and my Posts are all back! Apparently when I logged into the Beta it shortened my username somehow causing a Hiccup between who the site thought I was. Luckily Haken in his holy glory has repaired the fault!! So im back with a vengance
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OOC: That's great news! Glad you got it sorted :)
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Of course it does now mean that Vixen has had 6 or so last meals - what a porker!
(and this post was bought to you by being up way past my bed time.)
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OOC: Lol Seryn. So true!
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They had a visitor. After the story Kyra had told him the day before, the one they had talked long over, Luthor McNab could no longer be carefree about letting her open the door to unexpected guests. And so he answered the call, keeping a tight grip on the knife he had removed from the kitchen and concealed in his pocket.
The man at the door looked about forty, his dark, greying hair curled on his forehead but it was otherwise neat, much like the rest of his appearance. Luthor relaxed his grip on his weapon when he realised it wasn't the man he feared, but it was a stranger nonetheless. He looked like an agent, considering his garb, but his speech was casual and formal, as if he was a joe looking for legal aid.
"Mr McNab?" he said. "I'm Clayton Payne, an old friend of Emma Roberts, I wondered if i could speak to her. It's of the utmost importance."
"What's this about?" Luthor asked plainly, his deep voice and large stature intimidating to the former reporter.
"It's about a man, Bernard Needham," Clayton elaborated. "I believe she may have some information about his whereabouts."
He wasn't interested. After what they'd been through, the last thing Luthor wanted was for this man to reopen old wounds. "I'm sorry, we can't help you," he answered as he started to close the door.
Clayton put his hand out and pushed the door back, causing Luthor to glare intensely at the hand, the door and then back to the visitors face. The man had vengeance in his eyes. But he failed to notice Clayton slip his hand into his left pocket and pull out a card. If he had, he might have suspected it of being a weapon and knocked him out there and then. But instead, he caught sight of the revealed ID after the fact.
The red on the badge caught his eye immediately, so much so that he almost forgot to check the name on it to verify that the man standing there was indeed the man identified on the band.
Crimson Squad.
The name was something to be feared. He was an agent, or at least a consultant for them. Either way, Luthor McNab knew better than to refuse a man that worked for such an agency. The last thing they needed was trouble, especially with Kyra's now unveiled background.
Agent Payne seemed to be on the level, asking for assistance and nothing more. He had to take him at his words. If he was there for some other reason, and that he threatened Kyra's safety in any way, well then he'd deal with it. He'd figure the rest out later.
Luthor opened the door wide and invited him in, keeping a tight grip on that knife in his pocket once again.
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(whoot! I'm so slow- how did I miss Clayton being Crimson squad? Oo eck, hope fictional Seryn is more on the ball or you lot are in trouble)
Seryn sauntered a little, then moseyed. She bought herself a lemon juice from a vendor and loitered just a little bit. Then thankfully Safe turned up.
Taking no notice of anyone around he nonetheless managed to cross her path and head into a small ally between two closed and shuttered shops.
She took her time, finished her drink and looked around, as though looking to throw it away, before heading for the alley and the trash trolleys Safe was now concealed behind.
"we were supposed to meet at dawn. At your hotel"
She shrugged, the silence stretched for a few minutes and then she grinned at the serious look on his face.
"oh Safe dear I did miss you! " she laughed and bear hugged him until a grin broke ruefully through the stony expression and he hugged back. " I had something to do, I put a back up transport in place - Wilsons Garage"
He frowned as she told him the location "unexpected" he grunted.
"Exactly. I also need to ask you something, a contingency plan, incase I'm... whatever. I need to let someone know where Fin is."
"Sure -it's sensible, but I really don't intend for either of us to get into harms way."
"You figure we let Wisp rescue Vixen then we rescue Wisp?" He nodded "Me to, hence the lurking out here, figured whatever he's got planned, we're probably best off outside of the heavily guarded areas." she looked up at him " Question is do we try to find him beforehand, or do we wait for the chaos to jump in?"
(and this post was bought to you by being up way past my bed time.)
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OOC: Ah well, it's a fairly recent development. I'll let you off :)
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“I don’t have any more secrets,” Kyra told her old friend plainly. Clayton had wanted them to speak in private, but Kyra made her point clear. “He’s staying.”
Clayton didn’t like it, not one bit. It could have been because he didn’t trust anybody. But if he had to admit it, it was probably because this man, this stranger, was standing by Kyra’s side, holding her hand. So what if she had told him the truth, even came clean about her real name, he didn’t know her. He couldn’t. At least not like Clayton did.
But if that was the way she wanted it, so be it.
“It’s Needy,” Payne said. “He’s killed again. Girl on Silverhold this time.”
He’d expected some reaction. A gasp, a headshake, even something simple like a blank expression.
What he got was a nod of understanding a stare, as if waiting for him to continue. Her eyes asked him to tell me something new.
It seemed one innocent life no longer mattered to her.
Clayton walked over to the video screen hanging on the wall and jacked his zip-file into the side of it. Switching the screen on, a series of thumbnails displayed on the screen - incident files. He tapped the first one on the screen. The video sped through the satellite footage taken outside the girl's home and zoomed in on the man leaving the house. Luthor had already palmed his personal laptop device and downloaded the data to his machine.
“He stole something,” Payne explained. “A stone the girl found in some caves. Experts say, based on shards they found in the same location, that it could be used as an energy source.”
“You can’t even tell who that is,” Luthor interrupted, examining and manipulating the image on his own screen.
Clayton was about to confirm it but he didn’t need to.
“It’s him,” Kyra said, without any doubt in her voice. But then she directed her next question to the man standing before them. “So?”
“So, it’s not the only thing he’s been up to,” Clayton told them, backing out of the file and selecting the next one, much larger than the previous file.
Seven photos were highlighted, crime scene photos of crisp bodies. One would think they were victims of the same incident, but the locations didn’t match, not to mention the dates. One body was laying outside, beside a riverside of all places, others were found in blackened rooms, the last one looking to be a church judging by the nearby pews. The latter was dated only a few days ago, the day Clayton had called her with news of Vixen’s execution.
“Five men and two women,” Clayton explained, rolling through the photos in detail one by one. “All former soldiers, all attaining positions in high authority within the government. All loyal to the resistance.”
Clayton stopped at the fifth photo, a burnt corpse barely visible atop the black sheets of his decimated bed. “This one, Walter Kinsen, Assistant Director at the CDA (Civil Defense Agency) on Osiris, had been on the Crimson Squad’s watch list for months. Turns out he’d been pulling some strings to have certain members of Special Branch pulled from their containment facilities. He’d been denied but the Squad had received word that he was collaborating with a group intent on having them removed to continue their work elsewhere. Before the Squad could make a move, somebody else got to him.”
Kyra barely raised an eyebrow, and so Luthor put the obvious question to him. “If he was under watch, surely they could have done something about it.”
“In the Assistant Director’s case, he’d been embedded with a device which we’ve learnt was used as a weapon. Made him spontaneously combust by remote. Of course it’s unlikely he knew what it was. We suspect somebody he trusted encouraged him to have it implanted, perhaps convincing him that it was for his protection, or simply was a means of disrupting bugs, enabling him to carry on with his secret meetings.”
“You’ve got nothing? What makes you think Mr… Needy has anything to do with his?”
Clayton ignores the man’s question and looks solely at K
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OOC: Sorry, I'm in day two of a migrain. No writing for me what requires thoughts. All my coherant thoughts are scattered like broken glass.
Seryn, I am constantly amazed by how this little band of merry writers sees the story in each others heads and stay true to each other's charcater's voices. Nice post! That plays perfect.
I WILL post, please bear with me.
Loving all this back story and plot twists!
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OOC Oh, I do hope you get better. Migrains are the pits.
I don't get them but when I get bad headaches I find a cool cloth on the back of my neck as well as on my forehead helps. It may or may not work for you but i hope something does.
And thank you, glad I do Safe justice.
(and this post was bought to you by being up way past my bed time.)
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