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| Topic Started: Nov 19 2011, 09:21 PM (1,555 Views) | |
| clockwork-industries | Nov 19 2011, 09:21 PM Post #1 |
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The Minos office building was very well kept. In the day, it bustled with activity. People buzzed around the floor, taking calls, making calls, organizing trades, setting up drop offs negotiating prices. But as well maintained as the building was, it took on an entirely different feeling at night. At night, it was eerily quiet. Empty. Like a ghost town. The only sounds were that of footsteps traveling through the halls. "Mr. Minos' office is this way." Natalie Vowler, Minos' personal secretary, led the group of Elite through the otherwise silent building. "Usually he prefers all his meetings to take place during business hours but...I suppose this is important if they've sent you." Natalie was a quiet girl. Not conventionally pretty but she had a lovely smile and very bright eyes. She was a slightly curvy young woman with short, well kept blonde hair. She had only been hired on about a month ago, but even then, she knew something big was going on. Something strange. "Here we are. Mr. Minos is expecting you." She nodded her head to the door which one of the guards posted outside opened for the Elite. "Come in, come in!" Beckoned someone from inside. The office was mostly dark except for a bit of light coming in through the windows. The window took up most of the back wall and the entirety of the city was visible. A figure stood in front of the window, their back to the group. "Please..take a seat." Minos smirked and turned, his hands behind his back. "So then, gentlemen. What's this all about?" |
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| Hexiva | Nov 20 2011, 03:52 PM Post #2 |
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Valentine returned the smirk with a cold smile of his own as he declined the chair, opting to stand instead. "You're a very difficult man to get an appointment with. I had to take a more direct route." It had taken the Elite quite a long time to track the mysterious disappearances of various children to the Minos Corporation. Valentine felt they should've put the pieces together sooner, but at least now, with God's grace, they'd the able to shut Minos's racket down. Valentine took a very dim view of slavery, and the only reason he was trying to talk to Minos rather than shooting him on sight - or letting Gabriel fry him, or Gaelic rip him to pieces - was that some of the children, the ones Minos had already sold, were still unaccounted for. But if this man resisted arrest, Valentine would have no qualms about killing him and looking for the missing children the hard way. "I'm here to talk about the children, Mr. Minos," Valentine said, crossing his arms. "And don't try to play stupid; we know all about your extra source of income. Did you think you'd get away with this? How many children have you stolen away from their parents now? You got cocky, Mr. Minos, and the Elite is always watching. You're under arrest. If you're thinking of trying to run, keep in mind that we're between you and the door." |
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| Nolone | Nov 20 2011, 06:08 PM Post #3 |
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Gaelic followed Valentine into the room, his long black coat flowing around him as he moved. His dogs were at his side, their feet inches above the ground so not to make a sound as they moved ghost like into the room. Their heads low and their tails high, their empty eye sockets locked on Minos, as if ready to attack at the slightest inclination of danger. Gaelic didn't seem happy. His dark eyes shot around the room looking for anything that looked like a weapon or could be used as such. His eyes shot to Minos when Valentine started to talk. The murderous look on his face showed that he was not playing around. "If you're thinking of trying to run, keep in mind that we're between you and the door." Gaelic gave a twisted smile at Valentine's words almost daring Minos to try to get past him. |
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| Digitaldreamer | Nov 22 2011, 06:28 PM Post #4 |
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"You know, I never get sick of this." Aidric's tone was conversational in spite of his hushed whisper. The rebel leader craned his neck awkwardly, then winced as he found himself now uncomfortably wedged into the metal siding of the vent he and Clara found themselves in. "I mean, you'd think I would," he continued as he twisted himself back into the proper position and continued shimmying along. "But nothing says heroism like crawling through vents to go bash some bastard's face in." His tone became somewhat cold at the end in spite of his jovial demeanor... really, everything about him had an air of nervous energy to it, a clear sense ofbeing on edge. The typical murmuring was clearly for show, but the grim determination in his eyes was impossible to mask. Minos was going down. |
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| clockwork-industries | Nov 22 2011, 07:30 PM Post #5 |
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Clara didn't even attempt to hide her fury. The plants in her quiver bristled and twisted at random and her expression was uncharacteristically dark. She hadn't said a single word since they had arrived, entirely serious. Usually, she'd joke with Aidric, but she didn't find herself in the mood. Minos had screwed up big time. He had taken her precious students. Innocent kids she saw and taught and had watched grow. Kids she had spoken to. Kids she had known and cared about. The man would pay. And pay dearly. Still, she had promised Ant..."Aidric." She finally spoke up, following her leader. "Try not to kill anyone." As much as it might feel good to put an arrow through that smug jerk's face, they had to prove that they were better. That they were heroes. And heroes only killed as a last resort. ------------------------ Minos listened to Valentine with an amused smile. "So then, you've figured out my big plan. And here's the part where I give myself up, let you take me in, and I'm taken to my day in court in front of a jury of my peers, right?" He laughed and placed his hand on his intercom. "Natalie, cancel all my appointments. Apparently I'm going to jail~!" He pulled his hand away, then reached up to straighten his tie. "The one thing you forget, my good sir...is that this room has more than one exit. Boys!" From out of almost nowhere, armed guards swarmed the room, emerging from all sort of hidden entrances. The businessman reached for the intercom again. "Right then, Natalie, have the men get my boat ready. I'll meet you there. We're going on a trip." He smirked and nodded to Valentine, then turned and walked for one of the hidden doors, whistling. It was a shame he'd have to start over, but this last shipment of kids would be more than worth it. "Evening, gentlemen! Boys, keep our guests...entertained." Sometimes, it just felt so good to be him! |
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| Nolone | Nov 23 2011, 12:06 PM Post #6 |
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Gaelic watched as the armed guards entered the room his smile lessening as he eyed their weapons. His dark eyes narrowed as Minos made his leave. He looked down at Valentine knowing that the little man would be of little help in this situation, and that he had been ordered to protect him at all cost. Gaelic looked down at his dogs and then back at the guards. If there were only four or five of them, he could have easily taken them out. But there had to be about twenty of them. He sighed, shaking his head sadly. "Well it looks like we have no choice boys" Gaelic said raising his arms in surrender, as he did so his dogs were lifted off the ground tell they were at chest level. They hung sad and limp in mid air. "they have us surrounded…" Gaelic looked around sadly. He hated that he had to do this, but what other options did he have open to him. There were just too many of them. "I'm sorry." He said quietly, As a loud cracking shot through the air as Gaelic jump forward to rap his arms around Valentine to drag him to the floor. As the dogs seemed to explode sending splinters of bone shooting outward in all directions. Each fragment of bone it's own deadly projectile. Gaelic knew that unless the guards had heavy body armor or could form a shield within the span of a heartbeat. They'd ether be dead or very badly injured. |
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| Hexiva | Nov 23 2011, 10:54 PM Post #7 |
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Valentine opened his mouth to shout after Minos; tell him that he'd never make it out of Arcadia alive and he might have half of surviving his day in court if he wasn't also facing charges of murdering members of the Elite - and then Gaelic hit him like a bag of bricks, and he crumpled to the floor under him. "Unghhh . . ." Valentine felt more than a little bruised at the impact. He scrambled out from under Gaelic to survey the damage, drawing his pistol as he did. "Good . . . work, Gaelic, very impressive - " One of the less injured - relatively speaking - guards got to his knees and leveled a palm wreathed in glowing red energy at the two Elites; Valentine shot him and he went back down. "There'll be more on their way," Valentine continued. "We need to get reinforcements or to get out of here." |
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| Nolone | Nov 24 2011, 12:04 AM Post #8 |
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Gaelic got to his feet his hand on the handle of one of his swords, but he didn't need it. The guards were not getting up, and the one that tried Valentine put down with his pistol. "Thank you sir, sorry about grappling you but I have little control over where the bones fly when I do that and I didn't want to accidentally make you into a pincushion." Gaelic said looking around at the damage he had done. Slivers of bone stuck out of the walls, the decorations, the floor, the ceiling and of course, the guards. Gaelic closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he raised his arms. He furrowed his brow and with a twitch of his hands, he called the bone splinters back to him. The slivers of bone fought free from whatever they had embedded themselves into, to return to their master. The fragments arranged themselves around the collar of his coat and down the front to form what looked to be a spiky blood-stained scarf. "What we do is up to you sir," Gaelic said his dark soulless eyes opening to fall on Valentine "And no matter what you choose, I will follow and do your bidding." |
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| Digitaldreamer | Nov 24 2011, 01:19 PM Post #9 |
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Aidric's eyes narrowed slightly at Clara's words and he gave a grim smile. The key word there was "try", but he wasn't going to mention that. "So how far away are we from..." The rebel leader trailed off, going silent as he heard voices below them. "...that... bastard..." Then came the spikes, rather abruptly slamming into the metal floor of the vent. Aidric's eyes widened and he glanced down at the dent that had been left behind-- it was just a bit too close to certain important things for comfort. Aidric gave a slightly nervous, manic laugh, then glanced back at Clara. "Looks like things got interesting already. What do you say we join the party?" He didn't wait for an answer. Aidric quickly shimmied forward to one of the actual vents, then slammed an energy-coated palm onto it. The metal bars buckled and Aidric dropped to the floor in a small explosion of energy, landing on one knee. Suffice to say, he used this entrance far too often. "All right Minos!" Aidric drawled as he got to his feet, holding out a glowing hand. "Your kidnapping days are through! I'd say you can come quietly, but well, either way is going to result in us bashing your no good face in with the fist of justice!" This would have sounded considerably more threatening if Minos had still been there. As it was, the rebel leader found himself posing for another moment or two, then blinking in confusion. "...Where'd he go?" |
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| Hexiva | Nov 24 2011, 02:33 PM Post #10 |
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"Then get ready to . . . " Valentine started - and then was interrupted by a glowing blue explosion which heralded Aidric Carter's entrance into the office. Valentine whirled around to face Aidric head on, leveling his gun at the rebel leader. "You." The last person Valentine expected to find in Minos' office was Aidric Carter. But if the rebel leader was here to bring Minos to his own version of justice - then Valentine and his subordinates might have half a chance at getting out alive. Val's expression shifted from threatening to suspicious. "I'm sorry to say that Minos has already made his exit. What did you, of all people, want with him?" He didn't want to work with the Messiah Complex, but between a terrorist who was currently, however unintentionally, doing the right thing, and a slaver, Valentine had to go with the less immediate of two evils. Edited by Hexiva, Nov 24 2011, 02:37 PM.
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| clockwork-industries | Nov 24 2011, 06:39 PM Post #11 |
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Clara dropped through the vent a little after Aidric, her voice quiet. "Same thing as you. We want to take him down for kidnapping all those kids. Seems we had similar But if he's not here, that means he's getting away. As it looks, you'll be needing a little help getting to him." She gestured to the door, where the sound of pounding footsteps could be heard. Minos' private forces were on their way. Over the intercom, Minos' voice could be heard. "Gentlemen, we have intruders in the office. Take them out. All guards on alert for more. Shoot to kill. Start gathering the inventory. Take only the gifted, kill or leave the rubbish. Minos out." His voice was calm, amused. It was as if he thought the Elite to be a joke (which he did. Often.). |
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| Nolone | Nov 24 2011, 08:16 PM Post #12 |
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Gaelic turned around as Aidric dropped down from the ceiling. His dark eyes locked on to the man ready to attack, not sure if the new comer was a friend or foe. Gaelic recognized him firm wanted posters he had seen posted around the city, but the man's name escaped him. Gaelic looked over his shoulder as his superior spoke. Valentine seemed a little perturbed at the arrival of the man, but he hadn't given Gaelic the order to attack. And the man didn't seem like he was after them. He's dark eyes moved to Clara, As she dropped down to the floor. "It seemed that we are on the same side," Gaelic said with a smile " So what are your orders Sir. Minos couldn't have gotten too far. We could still get him." |
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| Hexiva | Nov 25 2011, 03:53 AM Post #13 |
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Valentine nodded sharply. "After him, then. No point in " He motioned for Gaelic to follow him, locked the door to the hallway (behind which he could hear Minos' troops approaching) and headed for the secret door that Minos had disappeared into, pausing to gesture for the Messiah Complex to go first. "One condition, though - If we capture him alive, Minos goes into my custody, not yours. I promise we won't let that bastard escape justice." Valentine doubted the Messiah Complex had the facilities to hold or try a prisoner. If he could've been sure that they could keep him under tabs, he might have been willing to let the terrorists take the problem off of Arcadia's hands, but he wasn't going to risk letting someone like that escape. |
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| Digitaldreamer | Nov 25 2011, 09:13 AM Post #14 |
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Aidric considered Val's words for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he grit his teeth. The idea of working with anyone willingly affiliated with the Wise Men didn't sit well with him. However, fact was he couldn't deny the reasoning for it, and it was with a low growl that he allowed the energy around his tensed fingers to dispel and his arm to drop. Then came Minos' words, calm, collected and quite possibly the slimiest thing Aidric had ever heard. The brunet's eyes narrowed and he reached up to tap his earpiece. "Houston, we've got a problem," he snapped. "Minos knows what's up and he's ordered the destruction of... you know. MOVE, those people needed our help ten minutes ago!" With those words his gloved hands dropped and he stood there for a moment, tense and fighting off the rage within. Inventory? Rubbish? He had some choice words about that when this was over. It was then that Aidric heard Val's words, and that was enough to at least pull that irritating, bright calm back into place. He turned to glance at the Elite and waggled his eyebrows as he held up one hand, letting energy flicker to life around it. If he hadn't been so full of rage, he probably would have flickered back into being a teenager from the sheer rebellious nature of it. "I'll do my best, sir," he drawled as he unleashed the blast, the energy annihilating the door so the group could go through. His tone was incredibly sarcastic at the end, but there was no real reason to suspect the first bit for now. Not that either of them had much of a choice if they wanted to get stuff done. Edited by Digitaldreamer, Nov 25 2011, 09:24 AM.
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| clockwork-industries | Nov 26 2011, 10:35 PM Post #15 |
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Clara resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the Elite. "Thank you for your help. It is much appreciated." She forced herself to smile just a bit, then turned to the hidden door. The hired muscle banged at the office doors with the intent to take them down. She cursed under her breath then went through the door past Valentine. "Hurry up!" She called, her voice lacking all of its usual amusement and joy. |
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