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Post by Mankoi on Nov 24, 2014 4:58:33 GMT 1
[OOC: This is the sideplot threat for Ronan's character. Ronan, go ahead and start of however you like.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 24, 2014 8:01:47 GMT 1
Paul walked through the door of his apartment locking it and putting both the chain and both dead bolts across before removing his motorcycle helmet and tossing it and the newspaper he'd picked up on to the sofa. He'd been scoping out the area again, he did this for the first few weeks whenever he moved to a new place, it made it far easier to work out if he was being tailed or watched if he knew the faces that were normally around at various times of day, that's why he'd moved last time, to many new faces seen far to frequently. He hadn't want to leave the last place he'd had a good job out of sight working nights stacking shelves in a warehouse he'd need to get another one soon. His apartment would have looked strange to guests if he ever had any, all of the furniture, rather than against the walls was placed seemingly at random around the room casting shadows at odd angles. He walked to fridge pausing to stare at the carton of apple juice and then checked the time on his phone (12:13). Paul seemed to struggle with a decision... or at least pretend to, before pulling a half empty bottle of vodka out and taking it to the counter and the waiting shot glass.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 24, 2014 16:23:52 GMT 1
Before Paul could finish pouring his lunch, something rather unusual happened. Namely, the phone started ringing.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 24, 2014 21:25:55 GMT 1
Ronan checked the caller ID. Then remembered he hadn't stored any numbers on this phone and answered. Waiting for the voice on the other end of the line to speak first.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 24, 2014 21:39:16 GMT 1
"Paul Harkness?" the voice said. "My name is Fiona Chillingworth. I think I may have a job for you, if you're interested. Something a man of your... unique talents may be interested in."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 24, 2014 21:59:58 GMT 1
"Who do you work for? And where did you get this number? Said Paul quickly in a calm business like manner before putting the phone on speaker and putting it on the counter. He then started dashing around the house jamming everything he owned into a ruck sack, throwing on a Kevlar vest, covering it with a jacket and attaching both a knife and gun to his belt again covered by the jacket.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 0:08:57 GMT 1
"I work for me," Fiona said. "And I didn't get the number from Hydra. If they knew where you were, they wouldn't call you to be sporting about it first. I have contacts, S.H.I.E.L.D. Hydra, and otherwise. I'm sure we can work out suitable payment. The names of the people who betrayed you? A faked death? A new identity, with your old job back, no one chasing you, and no one knowing about the things you can do?"
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 0:36:54 GMT 1
"Hydra?" Harkness Mouthed seemingly to himself but not wanting to show his ignorance just yet he didn't say it out loud. After a moments pause he picked up the phone simultaneously taking it off speaker. "All right you've got my attention... What's the Job?" He says and walks out the door, locking it behind him, heading to his bike.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 1:30:53 GMT 1
"There's a girl. Sophie Hunter. She's gone somewhere I can't go. 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester County, New York, to be specific. Don't worry. I'm not asking you to do wetwork. Just keep an eye on her. Covertly. Don't be fooled by the location. The security is above state of the art. Stark Industries, military grade sort of stuff. You'll need a new helmet. There's one waiting for you in the deep shadow behind the post office. I'm sure you know the one. There's also a picture of Miss Hunter. Do not take the helmet office once you reach the address, or you will be detected."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 1:48:05 GMT 1
"May I ask what your interest in her is? I've never been a fan of working blind, one of my few failings as an agent." Paul asked feeling a little uneasy. He was at his bike now. He hopped onto the bike and drove it to the side of a truck that cast just enough of a shadow even with the time of day to cover him and his and bike and stopped. "Hang we might lose signal for a moment." He added before crossing his fingers and closing eyes. (Roll spirit for the bike jumping to the post office shadow.)
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 15:54:50 GMT 1
Both Paul and the motorcycle almost instantly vanished from their position under the truck and reappeared in the shadow behind the post office, though neither had slowed in any way for having been moved in the rather unusual fashion.
"She's Hydra," Fiona said, once she had the connection back. "But I don't know what her orders are, or what she's moving towards. The place she's gone to isn't an evil place, but the people there will go to any length to protect her. They don't understand what she is."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 16:21:16 GMT 1
"You keep saying hydra like I should know what that means. Should I be expecting a mythical creature?" Said Paul Looking around for the mentioned drop point.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 18:11:01 GMT 1
"Hydra was a Nazi science division that went rogue. They were an enemy of Captain America. I'm surprised you don't know. After Captain America vanished, one of his old friend, Peggy Carter, became a founding member of a group dedicated to removing the Hydra threat and keeping the world safe. S.H.I.E.L.D. The people who took you were Hydra agents who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D."
The helmet was sitting in a small corner where it could go largely unnoticed. True to Fiona's word, there was a picture of a rather short woman with a white cane inside. It looked as though it was taken from a great distance with a telephoto lens.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 18:43:00 GMT 1
Paul gave a silent sigh of relief at the revelation that shield hadn't turned on him. He'd suspected that what had happened to him hadn't been officially sanctioned but hadn't been able to right it off as a possibility. "How far have they infiltrated? and what do the rest of shield think happened to me are they all after me now or is it still just Hydra?" He picked up the Helmet and replaced his current one putting the other in his bag before getting back on his bike. "I'll need some surveillance gear if you want this done well by the way, and more intel on the location email me anything you can and I'll look over it tonight I imagine you can find my email address if you can find my phone number."
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 19:58:38 GMT 1
"I'll arrange what I can," Fiona said. "As for your questions about Hydra, information is payment. Consider what I've told you so far an advance."
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 20:28:30 GMT 1
"Worth a shot. I have some doors in New York. I'll check into a motel and text you the address, send what you have there and I'll leave when it arrives... how long do you want her watched? or am I waiting for something to happen?" Not bothering to warn her this time Paul starts the bike and drives slowly forward. (OOC: Roll spirit. I'm guessing I have something in New York. Once I've reached New York and received a reply I'm happy to skip to receiving gear and intel at the motel.)
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 25, 2014 22:44:07 GMT 1
"Keep a log of who she talks to, and her movements," Fiona said. "Probably for a few days, I'll let you know. Report anything unusual. Th"
There was a minor gap as Paul suddenly appeared in New York.
"--re should be a packet of information on its way to your e-mail address." She then hung up without another word.
By the time Paul had arrived at the motel, there was, indeed, an e-mail waiting for him. Oddly enough, the front desk called and said that there was a package for him, which turned out to contain a small number of audio bugs, hidden cameras, and one phone tap, almost the instant he had informed Fiona of his location.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 25, 2014 22:51:53 GMT 1
Ronan checked the time and then opened up the email.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 26, 2014 3:17:58 GMT 1
The day was early yet, around 2:00. The e-mail contained a few notes about the address he'd been given, though it didn't have much information. It named the place as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The name wasn't entirely unfamiliar. There had been a minor leak about S.H.I.E.L.D. having tried to slip an agent into the school, as it was some sort of school for mutants, apparently. The leak hadn't gotten farther than S.H.I.E.L.D. so the general public, and more importantly the mutant community, never heard about it, even if all of S.H.I.E.L.D. had.
The e-mail confirmed that it was, indeed, some sort of mutant school, but it didn't have a lot of information beyond that. At least one telepathic resided there. Someone who could shoot optical blasts of some sort. Another teleporter. Someone who would walk through walls. Something called a weather witch. A guy with adamantium bones and the ability to heal himself. But most of the people there were complete unknowns. There wasn't a solid floorplan either. There were a few areal photos, but nothing that couldn't be gotten from Google Maps. Detail on the level of security didn't go much beyond what he had heard on the phone. Stark Industries seemed to be the provider. Besides that there was just a lot of question marks.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 26, 2014 16:13:10 GMT 1
Paul scanned the images for a good surveillance point and decent Shadow points then packed up his stuff and checked out to the confusion of the woman at the front desk. He bought a flash light at a nearby shop then got on his bike and headed towards Westchester hoping to be there before night fall when most of his doors would close.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 27, 2014 0:27:48 GMT 1
There was still some daylight left by the time he got there. The mansion was quiet enough. There wasn't anyone out along the lawn, at least not anyone visible. As a big of a mixed blessing, there were several lights that looked like they would turn on when things got bright. It'd reduce the ability to take cover in the darkness, but they would cast a wide array of shadows in the night.
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 27, 2014 5:29:20 GMT 1
Paul searched the area for a good position to watch the house for signs of the Hunter girl, while trying to stay out of sight.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 27, 2014 17:38:32 GMT 1
[OOC: There might be a brief delay in updating this thread. Maiyrhia's plot is a little more RP heavy, so she's still behind you, chronologically. On the bright side, I do have something fun planned for you.]
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Post by JaccusRed on Nov 27, 2014 20:28:58 GMT 1
(OOC: Yeah I anticipated this since I sort of beat my target to her own location. No worries.)
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 28, 2014 5:03:32 GMT 1
[OOC: You've probably arrived after she has, considering that her thread started in the morning, and yours started around noon. I think I can at least get you started a little]
Sadly, the grounds didn't offer a lot of opportunities for cover. There were some wooded areas that surrounded the area, and weren't too far out from the house. That offered some level of concealment while keeping a clear line of sight on the mansion, if from a distance. Inside the more cleared out area of the grounds was a hedge maze. The house itself had two stories, and seemed to be comprised of three wings. The central area appeared to be the main entrance and exit. Closer to Paul was the southern wing. Given the growing darkness outside, it wasn't hard to peek into the windows. From the look of those who hadn't drawn their curtains, the upper story of the southern wing housed the boy's dormitory. There seemed to be another wing, a mirror duplicate of the south wing, on the northern side.
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