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Post by Ribitta on Jun 19, 2008 9:37:36 GMT -5
(Ok! Going to try and keep this moving, c'mon peeps.)
"We'll make it," Damian reassured, "we just need to keep a steady pace with little distractions. The only reason all of us are going back is because the job is almost done."
John soon neared and kept up with Jordan's car as it kept a more humble rate of speed. Pulling into the front of Sanguix, several members of the facility soon bustled out and began removing the last of the goods. Meanwhile Damian removed himself from Jordan's car as it had stopped by now as well, and went to R.D.'s window, "Well then, if that is all we need from there... I'm going to burn the place. Don't worry, I'll keep it controlled and make it look like an accident."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jun 19, 2008 12:24:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," R.D. said, opening the door, then grabbing his katana before jumping back out. Slipping the weapon on over his back, he began walking towards the main facilities. "Just wait until we get the rest of the stuff out of there, then torch it. I'll leave you in charge... need to talk to your sister anyway."
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 20, 2008 9:51:03 GMT -5
"Need to talk to me about what?" Riul said in a cheerful voice. She was glad to say the least that everyone had come back safely and that they were almost done.
Back by the truck, Damian finally walked a little easier now knowing that the older guy wasn't directing his every move. He didn't like following strangers. The ground beneath his feet lit in a blaze of crimson fire, and his body slow sank into the ground. He would be back in a few minutes with the rest of the stuff.
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Post by BD on Jun 29, 2008 21:47:06 GMT -5
Jordan got out of the car and locked it going up to R.D.'s window himself, "So where do we go from here?"
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 29, 2008 22:44:26 GMT -5
(OOC: R.D. is not in the truck currently. Just... fyi)
"From here," John grunted, "we take everthing we unloaded and begin setting it up or handing it out depending on what you're dealing with. Once we're on our feet here I'd assume the Alphas will be thinking up some sort of scheme to expand what we have. Plenty will leave I'm sure, but those who remain here will, I'm sure, continue the campaign for survival."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jul 1, 2008 2:29:14 GMT -5
R.D. looked over at Riul for a brief moment through his garish sunglasses, and smirked. "Its pretty important. Come on, up into that room the board of directors used in this place."
In R.D.'s gloved hands were the papers he had taken from the mall, held tightly so he wouldn't lose them.
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Post by BD on Jul 1, 2008 11:45:26 GMT -5
Jordan knew far too well what that office was like. In his more recent days, due to good behavior, he could get off work and help in the administrative offices of the facility. He remembered the board not necessarily liking it, but it was far better than anything that could get him killed in the field.
"Alright, to the boardroom it is."
He walked off with a satellite phone he had gotten at the mall and tucked it in the pocket opposite his wallet.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jul 1, 2008 12:38:20 GMT -5
R.D.'s hand shot out at Jordan, motioning for him to stop. "No," he said, "You stay here and help unload."
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Post by Ribitta on Jul 1, 2008 13:34:59 GMT -5
Riul glanced up to the darkened windows of the board room on the second story. As R.D. told Jordan off, stairs of light appeared going straight up to the window. "C'mon," she said to R.D., "this way will be a bit quicker than walking all the way around." As she reached the top of the stairs, a hand of light appeared from behind the glass and unlatched the window. Climbing into the room, the hand reformed itself into a small orb and shot to the ceiling creating a light source.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jul 1, 2008 19:18:31 GMT -5
"Eh?" R.D. said, looking as Riul used her powers to solidify light into a stairwell. Eyeing the phenomenon carefully, he stuck out his foot and stepped onto the first step, testing it out slightly. "Huh," he murmured, "That's a neat trick."
And with that, he strode up the steps after the girl as if never bothered by it in the first place. Hooking his thumbs into his pockets, holding the sheaf of papers between hits pants leg and his gloved hand, he looked about slightly as he made his way up, until he reached the window and entered it, then held his hand out to Riul to help her through.
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Post by Ribitta on Jul 1, 2008 19:31:13 GMT -5
Riul gave R.D. a polite nod as she gently took his hand and allowed herself to be drawn into the newly lit room. Once both feet were in the room, she tacitly closed the window and cancelled the light stairs.
A curse could be heard from outside the window as a Delta who had been trying to creep up fell to the ground. With a slight smile Riul turned toward R.D. and gave a nod motioning toward the chairs surrounding the old conferance table. Taking a seat at one of the chairs by the side of the table, she spoke without looking at him, "What can I do for you, R.D.?"
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jul 1, 2008 21:18:38 GMT -5
In response, R.D. tossed the papers over onto the table, causing them to slide over and stop right in front of the girl. "Found those at the mall, since the Europeans were using it as a staging point," R.D. explained, pulling a chair out and sitting in it, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Apparently, Sanguix wasn't their only target. There are, to their intelligence, at least four other installations scattered across America, each one holding even more Ingrati. Which is what they're calling us."
Looking over at the girl, he continued. "Besides Sanguix, the other installations are Rakutan in Florida, Everfrost in Colorado, Haven in Arizona, and finally Traicen, which they don't know the location for. Apparently Traicen is their biggest target, and it has the highest concentration of collected Ingrati. That's not all. Flip to page 8, and you'll see why they want Traicen. Those experiments don't look pleasant, if you ask me."
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Post by BD on Jul 1, 2008 21:19:49 GMT -5
Jordan looked a little disappointed at first, but got over it as he started to unload various supplies.
"Let's see, food, water, ammo, yeah, basic needs appear to be covered."
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Post by Ribitta on Jul 2, 2008 0:06:32 GMT -5
Riul frowned when R.D. handed her the papers and began speaking, and she gave a sort of angry "Tsk" noise upon the word "Ingrati". With a sigh she sadly thumbed the pages of the stack of papers the other Alpha had handed to her, quietly muttering, "Oh... ingrati, ingrati, oblivi, peccati..." Each facility looked worse than the last and when she reached the eighth page her breathing stopped, and her face formed a look of disgust.
The words did not come easy as she looked over the logs and pictures of the page numbered eight. "I can't believe..." she sputtered, "...they can't... that's just terrible on so many different levels... the government funds this? Good Lord, what has the Earth turned into?" Tears formed in her eyes and she pushed the papers away from herself and propped her elbows on the table. Hands holding her sagging head upright, she cried silently. "When were these documents dated?" She asked quietly. There was no sign of choking on sobs in her voice. Her tears were of mourning, of not having control of something so terrible.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jul 2, 2008 0:16:52 GMT -5
"I don't know," R.D. said, shrugging. "I really don't understand military terms and such. All I know is that they're trying to find out why we can do what we do, and how to replicate it. Probably to make some army of super soldiers."
Sitting up properly in his chair, R.D. leaned over and put a comforting hand over Riul's. "I figured you'd want to do something about it. Others would, too, I know I would. So do we go after the other facilities?"
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