NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I would really have liked the first one to have worked better, and I just couldn't resist trying it again... with a new story, of course. It'll probably die pretty sharpish, having said that.

IC:

The HIA men that had helped Grimzag had gone home for some much needed R&R. Damas had returned to Troon more-than-a-bit shook up. Korsair had returned to Noble Kings to get extremely needed healthcare.

And Grimzag?

Grimzag had cleared his name.

He had proven that he wasn't a murderer. He had wiped out the elusive Dark Circle before they could any more plans into action. He could go back to his normal life now, right? Right?

No.

After 20 days of him being back in power, a new Dark Circle was formed. In 21, they had regained total control of Dregruk's leadership.

After 23, they decided to have another go at Grimzag.

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Grimzag had summoned delegates from all his allies to discuss new terms of military arms and research sharing. Harakians came, Troonites came and many unexpected others came too.

However, ten minutes into the meeting, Grimzag went to answer a phone in his office. Several people saw him running out of the room the delegate's were in.

Before it exploded.

12 Harakians, dead. 8 Troonites, dead. God knows how many more were buried beneath the rocks.

When news of this reached the Harakian government and Troon government, they demanded to know what happened. Even in Dregruk, rooms don't just tear themselves apart.

OOC: Please help me guys :cry:

OOC: No time now, but will be back later on!

To:Dictator Hrachen, Dregruk
From:Emperor Soulblighter, Troon

Message Begins

We sent out 10 delegates to your meeting. We have not heard from any of them since. We understand there was an explosion in the room they were in. We are very concerned of the welfare of our people, and especially Lt. Damas, who volunteered to go on the mission at the last minute.

Any information about what has happened would be greatly appreciated.

Message Ends

Hrrachen read the letter five times over, just to be certain of what his "Superiors", as they called themselves, wanted done with it.

Grimzag was responsible for the explosion. We want you to tell Troon that. That fool Grimzag is trying to start a war. DON'T LET HIM.

Hrrachen sighed and ordered for a messenger to send this to Soublighter:

Grimzag has gone renegade. He blew up the delegates and is about to be punished for his crimes. Damas has survived the incident because he was in the toilet when the explosion went off. We apologise for Grimzag's insanity and lack of fore-thought with his actions.

Hrrachen waved the messenger away before picking up the death warrant on the marble desk. Grimzag's death warrant.

Hrrachen sighed and picked up his pen. Good Warchief's were hard to come by, and there he was ordering the execution of Dregruk's first and finest.

A mesage was sent to Dregruk authorities as soon as news of the explosion reached Harakian ears.

We sent twelve men and women to your nation for a diplomatic meeting. Now what happens? An explosion, killing eight ambassadros and four valuable secret service agents. I want to know who did this. Give me a name. I'll work from there.

-Prime Minister Jaime Walf

Hrrachen banged his head off the table angrily. The situation was going from bad to worse. Why did Grimzag want to start a massive international war? It just didn't make sense.

Once again, Hrrachen summoned a messenger and ordered him to send the following message to the Harakian authorities:

Grimzag is the one who did it.

Grimzag's eyes narrowed as he was marched towards the Punishment Tower. The leering, black gothic building was surrounded by 20 armed guards. If he was going to make a move, he'd need to do it soon.

Damas was in no shape to go anywhere, but he insisted that the doctor let him see Grimzag.

Damas got a car, being a diplomat, and got out at the front of the Punishment Tower. He began to make his may towards it...

Grimzag waited until he was inside the building before he made his move. The four men ordered to guard him stood around him with their guns aimed forward. When he was sure he was at a safe distance from the guards outside, he grabbed the man to his right's gun. Time slowed for Grimzag as a look of terror crept oveer the man's face. Wrenching it from his hands, he smashed the butt of it into the man to his left's nose, pushing the nasal bone straight into his brain. Still in slow motion, he fired off 3 bullets into the stomach of the guard behind him, who raised his gun and fired of a few rounds as he fell to the ground.

But Grimzag had guessed this would happen and had grabbed the man in front of him, hurled him over his head and used him as a human shield, killing him instantly.

Grimzag thought that the one remaining guard was still unarmed, but the man had caught one of the fallen SMG's and fired.

Grimzag took the several bullets before grabbing the man's head and twisting it 180 degrees round, snapping the neck like a dried out twig.

His chest heaving and blood dripping from his wounds, Grimzag dived through one of the windows and caught a guard outside with a crippling shoulder barge as he fired off into the massed ranks of the others.

They were all dead when he hit the ground.

As he stood up, lightning struck in his chest and crackled down his ribs. All this and he wasn't on his feet yet. The pain was almost unbearable, as he broke into a light jog/ stagger as he entered the Crimson Forest which surrounded the Punishment Tower.

Damas heard the gun-fire from a fair distance away. He immediately knew what was happening-he knew Grimzag too well. Damas hid behind a low wall surrounding the courtyard as the Warchief launched himself through the window. As Grimzag staggered off, Damas stood up and gazed in disbelief at the large, bleeding man leaving such slaughter. Damas, realising that following a homicidal nutter with nothing to loose, while unarmed and injured, was not the best idea in the world. He headed back to his car.

When he got back to his hotel room, he slumped onto the bed and called his homeland.

"This is Lt. Damas. Send a message to the Emperor, saying that I request one Lt. Smales to come immediately to Dregruk and help me here. And that former Warchief Deathjaw has escaped. Thank you."

He hung up, leaving the operator speachless.

Hrrachen read the report from his aide and slowly, but with increasing force and speed, began slamming the heel of his hand into of forehead. It didn't make the situation better, it just gave him a really sore head.

Finally, he groaned, "So he's broken out, has he?"

"Yes sir."

"And we lost 24 troops at the Punishment Tower?"

"Yes sir."

"And the Harakians are calling for blood as well as the Troonites?"

"I'm afraid so, sir."

"Send a message to... Goddammit, ANYONE."

TO: Any Nation which has recieved this message
FROM: Dictator Hrrachen of Dregruk

Warchief Grimzag Deathjaw was sentenced to death, but has broken out of our clutches and is currently on the lam. Any nation, please send your finest to apprehend this menace before we lose him for good.

"Bloody Hell ..." the Prime Minister snarled, reading the report. He turned to teh man in front of him. "Kulikan, find him."

"Sir."

"Use your better judgement as to what to do then. Kill him if you must."

"Sir."

"And you're doing this whether or not I get permission."

"Shall I take my team, sir?"

The Prime Minister thought for but a moment. "Yes, take them."

Grimzag dragged himself into the slum of Frinchak. Slowly, he heaved into a hotel with a sign outside that read, "No questions asked.". The manager raised his eyebrows when he saw Grimzag, but his fears were calmed by a 50 Ruble note. He nodded and slid a set of keys across the desk.

When he got into the room, Grimzag collapsed onto the bed and checked his wounds. The bullets were 9mm. Special Heavy Duty ones, designed to go in, and stay in. Grimzag had a slight advantage over them, though: Being a half-demon, he would be able to get the out of himself. Eventually. But he was tired and needed sleep. The next 3 hours would decide whether he lived or not: Survive or bleed out.

Sam Arbiter, SO-16 Special Investigator, Seconded to Commisioner Arkensagnt of the Vadaguay Special Ops HQ, Field Captain of Conglomerate Forces, wearily racked his brain for the answer to this most enigmatical of mysteries. No matter which way he turned, no matter which direction he viewed the puzzle from, it still made no sense.

"Seven letters. The third letter is G. Coloured substance used as paint."

"Pigment."

Arbiter looked up from the crossword to the woman standing the doorway, "What?"

"The answer is pigment."

Arbiter glanced back at the page. "Dammit!" he threw down th newspaper in frustration, "That was supposed to last me until lunch! What am I supposed to do now?"

"It's lucky I came round. Commisioner Arkensagnt want's to see you."

Sam stood up and lifted his coat from the back of the chair, "What's it about."

"How should I know? I'm SO-27."

"Litratec? That explains the crossword." Three minutes later he was standing outside the Commisioner's office, trying with desperate futility to make himself look respectable.

"Come in, Arbiter." He went in.

For once, the commisioner was not at his desk. The rotund, balding man was currently standing beside the window, fidgeting nervously. Instead, in his desk sat a dark suited man with a scar down his chin and a bulge in his coat where a shoulder holster would be kept. The commisioner spoke first, "Sam, this is agent Dugan of SO-5. He requested a meeting with you."

The suit leaned back in the leather chair and nodded at Arkensagnt, "Thank you commisioner." Arkensagnt stood, frowing at the man. "You may go now." The commisioner jumped suddenly and fled the room.

-To Be Continued In A Few Minutes-

Once Arkensagnt had left, Agent Dugen slipped a slim folder out of his briefcase, removed some papers from it and carefully laid them down on the desk. He pointed at one, a large colour photograph of a group of smiling generals. "Do you recognize this man?" Sam leaned closer, Dugan was pointing at a huge figure standing in front and slightly to the left of the rest, as if trying to distance himself from them. Alone among the generals in the photograph, he wasn't smiling.

"Yeah, thats Deathjaw isn't it? Grimzag Deathjaw?" Dugan nodded, "I met him once on a mission in New Carthage back when I was still in the army. Our entire high command had almost given up on the campaign, they said it would take years of constant fighting before the rebels could be made to surrender any ground back to the government. Grimzag cursed the lot of them, took a platoon of men and ran of into the jungle before we could restrain him."

"We found him again three weeks later in the ruined remains of the rebel base. He had taken 40 fresh recruits, tore through the enemy front, fought his way to the H.Q and executed every one of the enemy generals. When we finally cought up with him he was kneeling amidst a drift of corpses, covered in blood after taking twelve bullets to the chest and still breathing. He was he only survivor."

"After that the remaining rebels just dropped their guns and surrendered as fast as they could. None of them wanted to chance meeting Grimzag. Both sides nicknamed him "The Wind of Death" in that campaign."

-Once Again To Be Continued-

Dugan nodded silently and slipped the photograph back into the folder. "Have you been keeping up with the news lately?"

"Not really, why?"

"Just over 1 month ago. Grimzag was found guilty of murder after a rival politician and his family were found butchered in their beds. The evidence was overwhelming, he had obvioulsy done it. Unfortunately Grimzag was more difficult to apprehend than anyone expected. He went on a rampage around Dregruk, killing almost indecriminately. After about a week of this several key government figures were dead and the rest had no-where to hide. They gave up, pardoned Grimzag and re-enstated him into the government."

"Yesterday, Grimzag planted a bomb resulting in the deaths of goodwill ambassadors sent by Troon and Haraki. We're after him again."

"Where do I come in to this?"

"Do you know what SO-5 does, Mr. Arbiter." Sam shook his head. Anything below SO-20 was highly classified although certain divisions such as SO-9 were widely known. "We're a search and retrieve organization. We're given one target, we hunt it down, incarcerate it, we're given another target. Today we recieved orders to find and destroy Grimzag Deathjaw. We want to temporarily promote you to SO-5 as an advisor to the operation."

"Shit."

-Damn This Is Taking Longer Than Expected-

OOC: WALLAH! Glad you decided to join me!

OOC: Don't expect me to go to fast. This is taking ages.

OOC: I don't mind. As long as you post, it's cool. 8)

I will offer my services in the removal of this...agitator.
Dominaria awaits your reply.
K'rrik, Chief Assassin
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TO: D0minaria
FROM: Dregruk

We appreciate all the help we can get. Please begin tracking this fugitive as soon as possible.

Arbiter had known from the moment he'd been "offered" the promotion that he wasn't allowed to refuse. If you refused a promotion to the higher echelons of Special Ops it was automatically assumed that you were hiding something, although in Sam's case what he was hiding was a mortal fear of being dead.

The plane's engine droned on, a low buzzing that could be easily talked over yet managed to slowly erode the thought patterns and turn the brain to thick custard. Around him sat the rest of the team dedicated to hunting down Grimzag Deathjaw.

The sniper, Dakota, sat opposite Sam. She was about average height, with delicate features and long black hair. Sam would've been quick to try to get to know her better if she hadn't spent the entire journey stripping down and rebuilding her rifle whilst telling anecdotes about previous hits and laughing like a hyena at the punchline.

Just to the right of him lurked the "Close Combat Expert". Sam didn't know his real name, he had only been introduced as "The Russian". He had made no attempt to converse with the rest of the team. On climbing aboard the aircraft, Sam had noticed that "The Russian" carried with him a black sports bag, his only luggage, that never left his side. He had silently wondered what horrible intruments of torture lay inside until the Russian had reached in and pulled out a comic book.

The team's "Backup" or "Gun-Monkeys" if you ignored the military lingo came in the form of a married couple who had introduced themselves as Boris and Doris. They were dressed in casual clothes, carried normal luggage and looked like any average couple on a holiday vacation, if you discounter the fact that between them they carried more guns than the average third world country.

The last member, who sat apart from the others, was Agent Dugan. He appeared to be running the show, he had been on the plane before the others had arrived, he had paid the pilot and he gave the breifing, but aside from that he seemed content to simply observe the rest of the team, leaving them to their own devices.

And Sam? Well as Dugan has so aptly put it, Sam was the man with plan.

Very well. I will arrive soon, have any information about this agitator ready, I will bring with me two squads of Elven trackers, and one Sloop Class skyship.

K'rrik, Chief Assassin
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"In a situation like this Grimzag needs allies." Sam had declared, "He can't move until he knows he has someone looking out for him. And now, there's only one person left who Grimzag knows is untrustworthy enough for him to trust."

Agent Dugan had nodded. "I'll get right on it."

-Dregruk News-

In other news today, the former dictator of Slutbum Wallah will be arriving in Dregruk tonight to meet with representatives from other nations. He will be staying in the Slutbum Wallah embassy under armed guard.

"Now all we have to do is set ourselves up and wait for Grimzag"

A young woman of about 20 figited with her saftey. The SMG was going from harmless to not and back again. Watching a small screen in a shop window walkers-by simply moves out of her way or crossed the street to pass.

Partially, this was due to the man hung by his wrists to the lampost above her. His voice was sore, but he was getting around to untying his bound hands. Turning with a swish of her waist high cape she walked to the end of the street, stopped - pranged by that annoying feeling of guilt - and shot the string binding the mans hands. He falls, gathers himself and hops off. Normally, that would be impressive, but this is Dregruk, and traits like that would bearly get you into the army.

Grimzag had survived.

He had watched the Dregruk news just in case something important was happening, and this time it was. El Presidente coming to Dregruk? This was a chance Grimzag couldn't afford to lose. You can't wage a war on your own for very long; sooner or later you end up tripping over your own feet.

--That Night--

Grimzag had been scouting around the Slutbum Wallah embassy for some time. Not doing anything, just checking. Soon, he picked out one guard, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses even though it was already dark, who had strayed slightly from the others. Silently, he crept up behind him, grabbed him and snapped his neck.

A few moments later, a significantly larger and meaner looking man was standing outside the embassy. He received many funny looks off the other guards and guests, but everyone kept their mouth shut. Grimzag stood, waiting for El Presidente to arrive.

Lt. Smales got off the plane and headed to Damas' hotel room. When he got there, the head of the army was preparing to leave.

"Smales! Just in time! I've been invited to another diplomatic meeting. El Presidente is in town. I think it will be okay if you accompanied me. I'll explain it somehow."

Looking at the somewhat sceptical look on the younger man's face, Damas said, "I'll explain the situation on the way there. And don't worry-I'm going to check for any bombs before I sit down."

Twenty minutes later, they arrived outside the embassy.

She walks into a cafe and orders a coffe. Sitting on a badly finished chair, she ignores the fact that all of the men, bar one, were staring right at her. Sipping at her cup, watching the small television suspended in a corner, she barly noticed the hulking mass of silver passing the window. "Steve2" her newly aquired ABC bodyguard was searching for her. It was so embarassing to be seen with it.

Walking down the street with steve2 in tow was a nightmare. It clunked its way along the road and made the art of blending in slightly impossible.

Tiring of its metal hide, she vaults up a lampost with acrobatic grace, swings round the top and leaps onto the top of a nearby building. The ABC warrior just looks up and keeps plodding.

A commercial jet touched down at Dregruk International Airport, and as the flight attendandt confirmed that the passengers could leave, four men ose, picking up their carry-on luggage and leaving, collecting their luggage from below the plane as well.

They stepped outside into the streets of Dregruk's capitol (Sorry, don't know it's name). Kulikan sighed. He'd worked with Grimzag before, and, although he was Grimzag, Kulikan didn't believe he would have sunk this low as to use terrorist tactics.

At least he took consolation in the fact that his boss, now-Prime-Ministyer Jaime Walf, had worded himself very carefully. 'Use your better judgement'. That meant if he believed Grimzag was innocent, well ...

Unfortunately, Kulikan had nothing to go on for now. No leads to innocent, and a lot to guilty. For now, he would just have to hunt down Grimzag and worry about his guilt or innocence later.

A long black limosine pulled up to the ornate Slutbum Wallah embassy, it's tyres crunching on the gravel lining the driveway, ornametal flags emblazoned with the crest of El Presidente's family snapping in the light breeze. An impeccably dressed porter stepped forwards, opening the door to the limo and bowing low.

From inside the limo a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out. He was dressed in full military regalia, carried an ornamental sabre and still walked with a slight limp. The lines of wearines that had etched themselves into his features over the last few months had begun to fade slightly. "No business tonight, I am tired. Have supper brought to my room."

As the porter began to turn away, El Presidente caught his arm, "Oh and, bring a cigar."

OOC: Got room for one more?

OOC: I expect Dregruk would be pleased to have more people join.

OOC: Please do!

Grimzag watched carefully as El Presidente entered the embassy. He heard the words, "Too tired..." and "Cigar to my room". As the large men in suits carefully filed into the embassy behind the prestigious man, Grimzag hunted down the man bringing El Presidente his cigar.

It was his second piece of luck that night; one of the bodyguards was assigned to bring it. No one suspect a thing.

Grimzag tracked the man until he was alone in a long corridor that led to El Presidente's room. Anyone nearby would have heard a muffled cry followed by a quiet snap. Grimzag dragged the body into and empty room. He picked up the cigar and walked until he was outside El Presidente's room and knocked the door.

Damas and Smales arrived at the embassy. When they got in, they were told that El Presidente was tired, and was in his room. Damas said to the porter, "I have to see El Presidente. Perhaps you are not aware that your Warchief is on the loose? I suspect he may try and kill Presidente. I must warn him, if nothing else!"

At this, the porter immediately let them up. They made their way up the many, many stairs...

As Damas and Smales pushed past, rushing through the echoing hallways the porter smiled and raised his walkie-talkie, "Places people, the witnesses are on the way."

Inside El Presidente's office, a voice called, "Come!"

Grimzag threw open the door and took out his SMG. He threw the cigar to El Presidente and growled, "We need to talk. Now."

A gun was pressed to the back of Grimzag's neck. Clicks to the right and left told him or more that would inadvertently be pointed at him too. "El Presidente" reached a hand just below his neckline and pulled. The rubber mask came off with one clean movement. Agent Dugan, standing in full military dress complete with ornamental sabre. grinned at Grimzag.

He nodded to the two soldiers to either side of Grimzag, "Thank you private Sims, private Walsh."

"Do we kill him now?" Called Dakota from behind Grimzag.

"Now would be good, yes."

OOC [is this an opening? or is it scripted or taken?]

OOC: No, we're just making it up as we go along. At least, I am.

IC:

Grimzag was angered deeply by the trick that had been played on him. He cursed himself for falling into such an obvious trap. But first, he needed to make a getaway.

Once again, time slowed down. Grimzag drew his half-empty SMG and fired into the guard to his left's face, sending blood, brain and gore into the wall behind him. The guard to his right raised his gun to fire, as did the sniper. Grimzag felt a pang of danger and dodged left whilst holding the second guard by the collar, and turned to see the 30.06 round acquaint itself intimately with the man's skull.

All that remained was the sniper. In one swift movement, Grimzag caught a revolver that fell out of the decapitated guards shoulder holster, brought it level and fired. The sniper screamed as a bullet tore through her(?) trigger finger.

Grimzag shouted, "It'll take more than that to bring me down! (OOC: The famous quote) Only one of us gets out of here alive; and if I'm going down I'm taking you all with me!"

OOC: I hope that's better.

OOC: Aww c'mon now. He dives across the room, over the desk, over the guy to behind him whilst everyone just stands and looks? What of the SNIPER behind him? The two guards? At least try for pitys sake!

OOC: ARGH! I didn't know there were so many... I shall need a great deal of thought to come up with something suitably brilliant. Give me a while...

[eddited due to confusion]

Damas and Smales heard the commotion. Running hard, they arrived to see a room in chaos...

OOC:I'm gettin myself ready. I would post more if I knew what was happening.

OOC a hint is all we ask...

OOC: GrrrrRRRRRrRRR! All right. Grimzag is flanked by a guard on either side, Dakota is behind him in the hallway and Dugan is in front. There has been no commotion as of yet and Damas and whatisface are still plodding along.

The two guards are expendable, none of the named characters are. If Korsair has been following Grimzag he may arrive through the balcony entrance behind Dugan.

And another thing, Dregruk. SO-6 agents are NOT STUPID! A suitably well written piece I will happily allow but some monosyllabic charade like "he dives past" does not work.

Places people! Grimzag is surrounded, entrance of Korsair.

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ACTION!

A man in black materializes out of the shadows near the embassy and makes his way inside.

OOC: If it's OK with you, I moved the sniper to be outside in the trees. It's more snipey! And I've edited the last post.

The man stops at the desk. "Is there a Mr. Damas staying here? He's an old friend of mine."

The man stops at the desk. "Is there a Mr. Damas staying here? He's an old friend of mine."

OOC: This would be an embassy, Merc's.

OOC: Aight.

[eddited due to confusion]

http://picserver.student.utwente.nl/getpicture.php?id=369691 This is Steve2 by the way. Or roughly what he looks like to those who know pineapple.

It seemed that in all the excitement, Grimzag had forgotten about agent Dugan. For his absent-mindedness he earned a bullet in the back.

"Very nice. I must write that one down somewhere." Dugan quipped as he storde forwards to finish off Grimzag, pistol in hand. He raised the pistol to Grimzag's skull, "Easiest job I ever did."

OOC: Very nice. Now lets sit back and wait for Korsair to show up. And don't worry about the bullet in the back. Grimzag can shrug it off quickly enough.

Korsair, leaping forward, slices a man in two at his waist, rolls, and blasts another with his pistols.

OOC: Try to keep up, Kings. Read Dregruk's post at the top then read my latest I.C. THAT will give you your openeing.

Korsair, leaping forward, slices a man in two at his waist, rolls, and blasts another with his pistols.

OOC: I think I'd better explain what's happening to Kings.

OK, Grimzag on the run. Grimzag hide in slum. Grimzag hear that El Presidente coming to Dregruk. Grimzag go see EP to get some answers. EP not EP, but a SO-6 agent. Grimzag make brilliant escape attempt. Damas and Smales come to see EP 'cos they think Grimzag'll try and kill 'im. They go up stairs and hear commotion. Korsair does pretty much the same thing.

OOC: Or maybe I could cap his chump ass.

OOC: um, why are you explaining this to me? You just changed a post making mine invalid. Dont patronise me please.

OOC: um, why are you explaining this to me? You just changed a post making mine invalid. Dont patronise me please.

OOC: He's not patronizing you, he's summarising. Now read the post at the top of page three, then read my latest I.C post, then save Grimzag or girlie-boy Damas will have to.

The wall seemed to expand at the corner, where it was darkest. A figure appeared, walking slowly, a long blade in one hand. No footsteps were to be heard as Grimzag took a bullet. The man moved to finish him off, leveled his pistol and lost his hand. He fell screaming to the ground, grasping the stump that was the remainder of his arm.

OOC: IMPORTANT! Dregruk! Introduce Fugo into the Courtship of Princess Anna thread! Go! Go! Go!

OOC: So should I just make my own entrance, or should I just wait for you guys to supply me with one?

"OOC: I think I'd better explain what's happening to Kings. "

um, it is slightly directed at me no?

OOC: just take anything you can get. Works most times.

Aw, great. Have to OFLINE now. Just GREAT.

OOC:

Everyone - Now Grimzag and Korsair escape the room through the hallway since guards will be appearing any second, they will run into Damas & co on the stairs and Merc Soldiers can have a character waiting outside to get Grimzag or otherwise.

Noble Kings - He was explaining because he didn't think you were keeping up. NOT PATRONISING!

OOC: I know it when i see it.

"Forget it." The man says to the desk jockey as he turns to move in the direction of the commontion. He sweeps aside his black trenchcoat, revealing a platinum plated AMT 1911A1 Hardballer, one of six he had with him. His hand, wrapped in a fingerless tactical glove, hovers near it. He moves over into the shadows near the doorway(?) "Good line of fire..." He mutters to himself as he watches Grimzag and some sort of demon thing come chargeing down the hall, followed closely by numerous guards.

Grimzag felt blood running down his back, but he didn't care. He needed to get out. Someone was angry about those delegates being turned into a fine red mist, and Grimzag was going to take the fall for it. Into a grave.

But he had no intention of going out without a fight.

With Korsair's appearance, Grimzag stood up and ran out, along the hall way and almost knocked Damas down the stairs as he ran past. Finally he reached the exit of the embassy and headed out into the busy streets before the SO-6 agents would be able to kill him.

OOC:"Girlie-boy Damas?" Grrrrrr...

IC:

Damas and Smales dodged out the way of the giant man just in time. They turned to follow him, but not before both got a glimpse of Korsair.

"Who was that? The guy with the sword?" panted Smales as they ran down the stairs.

"I think that's Korsair. Guy's an incredible sneak. Watch out for him."

They rounded the last corner in the stair-well to see Grimzag just a couple of metres in front of them...

Korsair, covering Grimzag, turns to see the men enter the room. They stare at him in mild surprise. He swears and runs for the balcony, vaulting over the ledge and falling to the ground. He rolls and stands up, glancing about, listning for the probable gunfire.

The man whips the handgun out of its hip holster with inhuman speed and puts a .45 hollow point between the eyes of a pursuing guard. The rest seem to hang back, unsure of where the shot came from.

On hearing the shot, Damas and Smales instinctively ducked, but kept running. Ahead of them, Grimzag was already out the door. Fortunately for the two Troonites, he was leaving a blood trail. They darted out the door and followed Grimzag.

Damas knew that any attempts at communication with the Warchief would be a bad idea. It would not help matters, it would waste their breath, and would probably be greeted with a bullet to the skull. So the two men simply charged after him.

Lia sat atop of Steve2's huge shoulders, and bobed up and down as he strode across the street. She had directed him to an embassy where Steve2 had detected gunfire. The windows shone with muzzle flashes and bullets whizzed out of the broken frames. "FINALY, something INTERESTING" she screamed out loud as she urged her steed onwards.

The man produces a second handgun, and opens fire on Grimzag's pursuers, killing each with a neat headshot.

OOC: Or as neat as a headshot can be, I guess....

Grimzag ran along the street, cursing his own stupidity every step along the way. And El Presidente. And Damas. And... humanity in general. And also, a particular kind of alpine flower that entered his mind for no reason at that point in time.

The pistols spun back into their holsters, and the man dove out of the door, rolling into the street and narrowly dodging a moving car.

Grimzag ran into an abandonned warehouse and gathered his thoughts.

El Presidente wasn't coming, instead, he'd run into a group of... what the Hell were they? They wanted him dead, that was for sure, at least.

Korsair had made a guest appearance, as well. That added to the chaos.

The Troonites evidently didn't have a clue what was going on either, as did some guy who had just turned up.

But one question loomed large: Was the Dark Circle back?

The mysterious man gets up out of the street, flipping the beeping car off as he passes. "Where did that big-ass mofo get to?" He says angrily, looking around for any signs of Grimzag.

OOC: Mercs, Grim is on his own. Edit your post and go somewhere else. Please?

Damas saw Grimzag going into the warehouse. Motioning to Smales to stop and stay quiet, he began to perambulate the building. This was a man with nothing to lose. He was also a Warchief. There was no guessing WHAT was in there.

After circling round the warehouse twice, he decided to wait for a while-perhaps to let Grimzag make the first move.

"Damas, get your little ass over here!" The man shouts at the two men as they circle the warehouse.

Damas spun round and aimed his gun straight between the newcomers eyes.

"Smales, keep an eye on the warehouse. Watch out for Grimzag. And," he said, turning to the stranger, "Who the hell are you?"

OOC:Seriously, who is he?

In the blink of an eye, Jack had a Hardballer on both Damas and Smales. "Before I say something else, get the gun out of my face before I jam it in your mouth. So you don't remeber me?"

OOC:Damas is stressed, and a good few feet away from Jack. He'd shoot him dead if he tried that. Or failing that, Smales would. Please edit your post;but I don't mind him getting into a conversation...

OOC: Happy?

OOC: Excellent, ta.

IC:

Damas glared at the man. "I'll put my gun away once you put yours away. No, I don't remember ever seeing you before in my life. Now, I find it hard to have a decent conversation with a gun in my face. If you would care to change your aim to the big building behind me..." he said, with a small gesture, "...and you can explain how it is you know who I am."

Jack spins the handguns back into their holsters. "You attended a conference of sorts with a man named Jeff Garand a while back. Towards the end of the tour, he offered to pit some his best men against the diplomats that showed up. I was one of those fighters."

OOC: Remeber 'A Tangled Web'? Check the last few pages.

Grimzag figured he'd need to do some digging as to what was happening, but he had a horrible, nagging feeling that the Dark Circle was back out to get him.

So he got onto his feet and ran out one of the doors, and onto the street.

OOC: Ah yes, of course.

IC:

Damas looked at the man carefully. "Ah yes. I remember now. Sorry; I'm not too good with faces."

Just as he began to sit down on a rock, he heard Grimzag smash through a door. "C'mon Smales, lets get him!" he yelled, as he began to run.

Lia, on steve2's back, watched the scene from across the street. This was much more fun than anything that had happened in ages. She waited as the large man burst through the door and followed the two men that went after him.

Grimzag heard Damas' shouts when he ran out of the warehouse, and cursed himself. He'd need to lose them. So he ran as fast as he could around corners, down into subways... finally, he pretended to run into an alleyway, but quickly jumped onto the roof on the alley's right.

---DOUBLE POST---

Jack follows on Damas' heels, a .45 pistol in his right hand. "So what did ole son do?"

"He tried to kill a lot of delegates. Killed most of them; I managed to escape with my life."

Damas and Smales turned into the alley, and slid to a halt when they couldn't see Grimzag. They began investigating the large wall at the end...

Jack leaps into the air, then kicks off of the alley wall, and manages to grab the top of the wall. He hauls himself up to where he can see over it. "He ain't on this side, fellas." Jack sits on top of the wall, scanning for Grimzag.

Grimzag dropped off the roof and onto the ground behind the trio.

"That's right. I'm behind you. Put your hands on your head... slowly."

Damas, Smales and Jack did as they were instructed. "Your guns. Take them out, holding them with two fingers only." Grimzag raised the SMG to make sure they wouldn't try anything funny. They didn't. "Kick them over here." He growled, and the three men did so.

Grimzag bent over and piled the guns into his jacket, never lowering his eyes or the gun for even a second. Finally, he stood up and kicked open the alley door to his left. He gave the three men a long, cold stare before finally smirking and saying, "You should really be able to tell by now when a gun isn't loaded." He threw the SMG to the ground in front of the and ran out of the alley through the door he just smashed open.

Jack vaults off of the top of the wall, slamming a foot into Grimzag's head. He lands and whips out a throwing knife. "I'd like my six custom built AMT Hardballers back, ya steroid-hyped Scwartzaneggar wanna-be." Jack shouts, pointing the knife at Grimzag. "Dammit, nobody remembers who I am anymore. You should remeber me, too."

OOC: 1. Jack would have shot Grimzag seven times had he asked for his guns
2. Don't control my character.
3. Check 'A Tangled Web' to find out where you've met him before.

OOC: My way works in the long-run. I want this whole thing to escalate wildly out of proportion. Call in troops to hunt down Mr. Deathjaw or something.

And he ain't a Schwarzenegger wannabe.

Jack works alone, he isn't employed by the Red Dawn Mercenary Army at this point.

OOC: Does he have friends in high places somewhere else? Look, just work with me on this one. We can debate about the mentality of a strong-headed loner who goes gung-ho about everything later. Please?

OOC: Let Troon do it. That, or I could introduce Jack's older twin, Dekker, who leads the RDMA Spec Ops team. Your call.

OOC: How about both of ya? Either way, let Grimzag take your boy's guns.

OOC: He's still gonna want them back, they're quite expensive. Around fifty grand a pistol. Just run off or something.

OOC: Gives you an incentive to go after him, doesn't it? After, Troon's got a reason. Now you do to!

A Blackhawk helicopter soars overhead.

A Blackhawk helicopter soars overhead.

*Points at the quote above this post* Lookie here! Someone's after you!

Grimzag saw the helicopter from one of the broken windows in the building he had run into. Someone was after, because helicopters hardly ever flew over public areas. Unless there was a public crisis.

Damas was angry. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. He cursed as he realised that going after Grimzag was suicide without a weapon.

"Smales, c'mon. We may as well get back to the hotel. We'll get back on Deathjaw later. I have a few... phone calls to make."

Turning to Jack, he said, "You can do whatever you want. But I wouldn't recommend going after the big guy on your own, especially without a gun. Its a good way to end up dead."

Smales and Damas made their way to the street, and jumped into a taxi.

oooooooo


lemme in!

and can i have a sum up?

OOC: Ask Dregruk. I think he'll let you in though. In summary:

Grimzag tried to kill delegates from Troon and Haraki. Damas was one of the only survivors. Damas, his friend Smales, and Jack, from Mercenary Soldiers, were hunting Grimzag, when he gave them the slip. We also have (had?) Korsair, from Noble Kings, and I think he has another few characters as well, but I don't have a clue as to what they are doing. Which takes us to where we are now...

ah thanks

OOC: Welcome aboard, James. I would've invited you, but I hadn't seen you for ages. Anyhoo, join in. But one thing you MUST remember: You don't know Grimzag is innocent. He might not be. But whatever the case, there is a very tall, very strong, very crazy guy on the run for blowing up some folks. Okay?

On 31st street in Dregruk a small crowd had gathered under a lampost. Attached to this, by way of his wiring, was a stocky robot. It was swinging its arms madly and growling in a synthesised voice. After three shop keeper's cut it loose it sprinted off, only after shaking its rescuer's hands and giving money to a beggar, as its new "compassion" protocols activated.

Lia (OOC: daughter of Korsair, whos mother died in his arms in a castle. See if you remember that one) scrambled up a fire escape ladder onto a roof with a bio-scanner in hand. Grimzag was moving in this direction. Probably.

The Blackhawk hovers above the alley, and rappell lines dangle to the ground. Soldiers begin to slide down the lines, setting up a defensive perimeter. They aim at Jack until the last man hits the earth. "Jack what the f**k are you doing here?" The leader asks. "Some 'merc work' big bro." Jack snaps back. "What about you? Training day again?" Jack asks. "Same reason you're here." Dekker tosses Jack a .40 USP. "You wanna help, or are you gonna go your own way?" Jack simply walks out of the alley without answering. Dekker and his five-man team sweep the warehouse, searching for Grimzag.

Grimzag heard the troops securing each area of the warehouse. These guys were pros: the CO kept rattling off orders that were followed without hesitation.

It wouldn't be long until they found him, so Grimzag thought about his options: Take 'em all on and risk getting killed, hope to Hell and back that they don't find you or escape and get some help.

He chose the third option.

Clenching his fists, Grimzag dived out the window next to him. And not a moment to soon, for the moment his feet left the ground, a group of Mercs bust open the door.

Grimzag fell two storeys and landed on his chest with a sickening thud. But he didn't have time to worry about injuries; the mercs had already opened fire.

Grimzag rolled right, pushed himself onto his feet and darted away. For once, he had a plan: Harakians would be in Dregruk. Almost to reinforce his idea, he found a battered radio lying on the ground. He picked it up and turned it on. The signal was a little distorted, but he heard clearly enough that the Harakian team was on the edge of the Skralach Desert. Grimzag checked the radio for any signs of ownership. Scratched into the back of it was a few numbers and a name: Kris.

Grimzag shook his head and headed for the Skralach Desert. Was this bad luck or good luck that she was here? Either way, he'd find out soon enough.

OOC: There ya go Haraki: if that ain't an opening, I don't know what the Hell is!

Back at the hotel, Damas was making a few calls.

"Listen to me. I need a lot of men here. My best. Here, I'll fax a list of who and what I want," he said on the phone. "For crying out loud! Is this so hard!" he screamed, as he faxed through his requirements sheet. "Just tell Emperor Soulblighter to remember who we are dealing with here! I don't know why Grimzag did this, but chances are he might want to pay a little visit to Troon when all this calms down. I don't want that to happen. So give me what I need!"

He slammed the phone down, and looked up to see Smales come in.

"Something wrong, sir?" the man ask.

"No, Smales, we're alright. I've got a lot of my finest men coming her in helicopters ASAP. It was a bit of a fight to get them, though. And I'm really pissed off with myself for not noticing the gun was empty. Speaking of which..." he trailed off, as he moved for a cupboard, "You might want this..."

He pulled out two Berettas. He gave Smales one, holstered the other, and then pulled out a 10 clips. Giving 5 to Smales, he said, "Best be prepared this time..."

OOC: My way works in the long-run. I want this whole thing to escalate wildly out of proportion. Call in troops to hunt down Mr. Deathjaw or something.

And he ain't a Schwarzenegger wannabe.

OOC: Grimzag could kick Schwarzenegger's ass.

Eventually.

IC:

Meanwhile, in the SO-5 Dregruk HQ...

"Jesus man! He cut off my godammed hand!"

Boris finished tightening on the tournique and stabbed another Stimpak into the commander's arm, "Ah shut up, it's just a scratch. Don't be such a wuss."

"My godammed hand!"

"You should count yourself lucky. It'll be months before Dakota's prosthetic finger is integrated, till then she's a sniper who can't snipe."

"I could still take you on any day, Boris." Dakota snarled from across the room, her wounded hand wrapped up in bandages.

"Hey, don't take it out on me! It was Arbiter's plan! Kick his ass."

Arbiter spun round from the map of the city he'd been studying, "What? It's not my fault you're all so incompetent! If you'd just shot him instead of talking then we'd be back home, job well done!"

The argument decended into anarchy as the group did what any other civilised person would do in the circumstances - assign blame. Until Doris, who had been standing against the wall, silently counting heads said, "Hey, where's the Russian?"

Grimzag was just about to find out...

Grimzag walked along the streets casually, trying to avoid any undue attention. Not that it mattered much: everyone was in bed, asleep. Grimzag evied them.

However, his night was about to take yet another violent turn.

"Hello, comrade!" Said a strong Russian voice from an alley to Grimzag's right.

"What the fu..." Was all Grimzag managed to get out before a fist like a jackhammer smashed into his face.

"Ah! He falls for trick! Stupid man. Maybe need lessons from Russian yes?" the Russian talked on in a continous monologue as Grimzag sprawled backwards from the first heavy puch. "Lesson one! Don't fall over!" he grinned as he pulled back his leg to kick Grimzag in the stomach.

Grimzag blinked the blood out of his eyes to see the Russian freak pull back his leg for a kick that looked as if it could knock the Earth out of orbit.

"Screw you, pal." He growled, pulled back his fist and rammed it as hard as he could into the Russian's nether regions.

OOC: Oooooooooooooooooo nasty. I feel his pain.

IC: Steve2 trudged past two men in the street fighting. At this hour no-one was up but his sabotaged circuitry caused him not to notice. It did however make him go up to the struggling men and drop some coins from his onboard purse. With his new kindness protocol satisfied, he continued down the road.

ooc: soz double post

The Russian collapsed backwards into the deep shadows of an overhang. Grimzag stood up and began to creep forwards, still in a fighting stance.

A metal toecap flew out of the shadows and cracked him savagely on the shin as he dodged. The Russian emerged from the overhang, crouching low, his huge hands outstretched to either side as if he was about to hug Grimzag instead of fight him.

"Lucky the Russian has balls of steel, yes comrade?"

Grimzag had a look of disbelief on his face as he fell over from the blow to his shins.

"GODDAM FREAK!" He yelled as he rammed a switchknife into the Russian's stomach. "SUCK ON THAT!"

The Russian merely stepped back and swung a hand to intercept the blade, slapping it out of way whilst swinging up his left fist to strike at Grimzag's face.

gotta love the Russian for his Mad skillz. Taking a knife in the stomach is an ability used only by him and zen monks. WE LOVE THE RUSSIAN!!!

gotta love the Russian for his Mad skillz. Taking a knife in the stomach is an ability used only by him and zen monks. WE LOVE THE RUSSIAN!!!

OOC: He didn't take a knife in the stomach. He slapped it away like I said. In RP's the defender declares damages.

Jack tailed Grimzag silently, his .40 USP at the ready. He hung back a bit, observing as Dekker had told him to do when he was alone and without firepower, instead of rushing in and shooting everything. He watched in curiosity as a large man clocked Grimzag with a powerful haymaker.

Back in the warehouse...
"There he goes!" Dekker shouted angrily. He grabed for his shoulder mic. "Bray to Volkov." The mic crackled with static, then a russian voice responded. "I read ya, Bray." Dekker explained that he the chopper to keep an eye out for Grimzag, while he and his team looked for him on the ground. Dekker and his team exited the warehouse and began to carefully follow Grimzag's blood trail, being extremely careful not to be seen by civilians.

Kris checked the handheld again. Still in the same place. If that hadn't been a trap, she didn't know what was. The HIA men were standing by, ready to come in as soon as Kris varified Grimzag was there.

She checked the hadnheld again. Same place. She kept running, closing fast. A block away, she crouched down behind a building, drawing her pistol and peering out. At the end of the street, she could see two men fighting each other and one man crouched behind a corner. One of the two men fighting was obviously Grimzag.

She scrwed the silencer onto her USP, turning and putting one shot into the wall above the crouched man's head/

Run away, you bastard. Grimzag's mine.

Meh

OOC: She shot above Jack's head, not the Russian's, and it was a silent bullet

Jack spun, firing. A .40 caliber bullet tore the USP out of Kris' hand. He flipped her off and continued to watch. About the same time, a group of heavily armed soldiers rounded the corner, stopping and aiming their weapons at Kris. "Freeze! Put your weapons on the ground and you won't be harmed." Dekker leveled the M4 at her. "We're here to detain Grimzag, and export him for questioning. Stand aside."

OOC:

1) No. Kris is one of the bets fighters in my country, and there's no way the USP could be shot out of her hands from a block away.

2) Riiiight ... Two silenced pistol shots and a squad of army boyd come running around the corner? No.

OOC:
1. Jack is a kick-ass gunslinger.
2. His brother Dekker is here under orders by General Garand to detain Grimzag and determine his guilt or innocence.

OOC:
1) Well, if he even turned his head to look at her and made any movement with his gun at all, he'd earn a bullet through his face for trying. Thanks for giving me even a chance to do anything with ym character.
2) And Kris has a team of HIA Black Ops covering her back.

OOC:
1. You shot first. Don't bitch at me about not letting you do anything with your character.
2. Dekker ain't alone. It's a six-man team, best of the best.
3. I'm not going to argue anymore, it's pointless. We're both here for the same purpose, so just play it off.

OOC:
1) My shot didn't interact with your character. And again, if your character had turned at all, he would've earned several shots to the head and chest for his troubles.

Now, either we can go from the paramilitaries being there and your character being dead, which I don't think you want, we could go from my gun being gone and your p[aramilitaries having their heads torn off by several Black Ops snipers from afar, which I don't think you want, or we could come to an agreement.

OOC: Did you even read the prior posts? Did you? I don't see any mention of a 'Kris' and some sort of black ops team in the previous postings, therefore I don't know they exsist. Dekker's team has a Blackhawk circling the area, fire a shot and get raked with a 7.62mm minigun. My characters aren't randomly generated like yours, I've developed them for close to six months now. Let's call it a stand off.

OOC: And I've been developing mine for my entire career at NS. Over six months. Much mroe than your over four. My marines are known as some of the best soldiers on NS Earth. I remember your welcome thread, and you saying 40% of your population was military. And have you read the previous posts? Before you jumped in? There was mention of HIA landing in Dregruk, and if you reag Dregruk's posts, there was mention of a Kris. So before you start reprimanding me for not reading the posts, take a look at yourself. Besides, Maybe Dregruk TGed me giving me his ideas, involving Kris, and everything I've said. Ever think of that?

OOC: HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!! I'm away from this thread for one day and BAM! You're all moaning at each other. Actually, only Haraki and Mercs. Kudos must go to Slutbum and Kings... alright, will you both listen to my middleground?

Mercs, your boys can go back and group up with the boys that Troon is sending. I understand that your boys probably wouldn't go running away to get some help, but for the sake of RP'ing, it helps. OK?

Haraki, I'm still trying to figure out what you're doing. I think Kris is hiding, watching Grimzag fight the Russian. This is where I get confused. What's all this about a trap? Explain, please!! However, the show MUST go on... even if it is burning down around my ears.

IC:

Grimzag recoiled violently from the punch that was landed on him by the Russian. This guy was like a machine! It almost reminded him of the giant green demon thing that had hunted him not so long ago... but at least he was human.

And humans felt pain. Thank God for the small mercies.

Grimzag worked out a little plan in his head; try not to KILL the Russian, just make him hurt. Pain. Lots of pain.

With this thought in mind, he started throwing as many punches and kicks as he could into the Russian's legs. When the big freak was down on the ground, then the real pain could start....

OOC: Kris was hiding two blocks down from Grimzag, and put one shot into the wall above Jack's head, trying to scare him away. Then he starts going on about how he spins around and shoots the gun out of her hands, without giving her any reaction time (Despite the fact that any aggressive movement would've earned Jack bullets into his head and chest) and then claims in the same post that a squad of paramilitaries run around the corner, apparently from the sound of two silenced bullets, and start pointing carbines at Kris.

OOC: I hate when this happens. Merc has a deadeye reaction-timeless character and teleporting backup. You could've settled it with him moving into cover or out of fire. Haraki is just trying to get into the tread. And damit SW!!!! You always do this to me! Dregruk stated the damage, and you know it wouldn't make a scratch against the Russian. Why do you flame me so? Your so mean.

OOC: I'm just trying to get into the thread to do what Dregruk requested of me. And here comes Mercs with the super-military of death.

OOC: But anyway, could someone get a rocket launcer to blow up my stupid robot? For some reason i hate it today. Kill please.

OOC: Haraki and Merc are both equally guilty here. Haraki of course, just has to prove how much better he is that Merc by being real trigger happy and trying to make Merc run like a girl. Merc, not being a girl, does not want to run like a girl, so he returns fire, even more trigger-happy than Haraki. Both players are trying to prove that the other one's character is pish and neither is willing to admit that the other's special ops team is as good as theirs.

I blame Haraki myself but that's just because if someone shot a bullet just above my head exactly the last thing I would do would be to turn and run away, exposing my shoulder blades for a nice hunk of lead. Merc returning fire is entirely reasonable under the context and everyone is yelling at him for RPing realistically (except for shooting the gun out her hand, which is bollocks).

A much better way to get Merc to pull back would have been to simply ask him OOC. Just say it would help if his character pulled back a street to meet up with his backup, thus solving this whole stupid matter.

And for the record, if it had come to a fight between Merc and Haraki, I think Merc would have won (but not before both main characters + a whole load of extras were dead).

And Kings, STOP BEING SO TOUCHY ABOUT EVERYTHING!

OOC: Teleporting backup? Where the f**k did you get that? Read some of my postings dammit! Haraki, taking the first shot wouldn't hold up in court. You fire at a guy, and shoot him when he turns around. If I shot at you, and shot you because you turned around, my case would be called murder, same with you. Have you ever been shot at? You turn around out of reflex to see where the shot came from. You start something, yet cannot finish it, and whine when it back fires. I could have RP'd that Jack simply put a .40 between Kris' eyes, but I wanted to prove a point. You can't shoot at people and think they'll cower in fear because 'Haraki' shot at them. Jack's character doesn't work like that. He's arrogant, headstrong, and thinks he's invincible. If you can put a shot above his head from two blocks away, don't think he can't blow a handgun the size of a USP out of your person's hands at the same range. Many thanks to SW for his kind support. Let's get back to the RP, I'm sick of fighting with Haraki.

IC: Dekker kept his M4 leveled. "Who are you and what are you doing here? We've already explained ourselves, now it's your turn."

OOC: Did you even read what I said? I said that any aggressive gesture (i.e. raising a gun to shoot) would earn him shots. Not turning around. Aggressive gesture, like raising a gun. It takes more time to raise your arm than to tense your finger a time or two. But fine., Whatever. My person still has her gun, but your teleporting backup (How did they know to go there, anyway? Do they have such good hearing they can hear two silenced gunshots from a block away?) can be there. See if I care.

IC:

Kris sighed, not even looking at him. "Put your gun away, idiot," she said calmly. "Haraki Intelligence Agency. I'm looking for the same guy as you."

Dekker narrowed his cold blue eyes in annoyance. "Another insult and we'll have a serious firefight on our hands. What are your intentions when you detain Grimzag?" He asks coldly, lowering the barrel of his assault carbine ever-so-slightly.

Kris gave a cold laugh. "Another insult? How about another gesture from me and half your team loses its heads? And my intentions? Detain and question him. Don't think I haven't done my homework."

OOC: I'm trying to keep my rage under control here Haraki. Don't push it.

IC: Dekker jerks a thumb upwards at the Blackhawk hovering nearby. "Don't think I don't come without air support. Another shot fired and the gunner cuts loose with his Vulcan. What's with taking a shot at my little brother? He's trying to do his job, just like you." He says, his voice colder than last time. "Perhaps we'd be better off working together? We both want the same thing, and Grimzag's proved to be pretty elusive so far."

OOC: Speaking of which, I think Dekker's troops should work on marksmanship a bit more, they missed Grimzag's big ass when he was fifteen feet away. :P

OOC: Well done, both of you. It's good to see you burying the hatchet NOT in each other's backs! And Wallah, are we gonna finish off this fight 'ere or what?

OOC:Just because I'm feeling left out...

IC:

The Troon soldiers whom Damas had requested landed in their helicopters, on the roof the hotel.

OOC: Well done, both of you. It's good to see you burying the hatchet NOT in each other's backs! And Wallah, are we gonna finish off this fight 'ere or what?

OOC: I'd be more likely to bury the hatchet in his head than his back, which I see as cowardly. I'd also use a 'Pig Sticker' survival knife rather than a hatchet, the latter is too messy. (JK)

IC: Jack watches Grimzag go at it with the Russian fellow. "All brawn, no finesse..." He says in disgust.

OOC: Observe as I fight with myself!!

IC:

Grimzag ducked one of the Russian's fists, only to be pelted by another in the stomach. Giving up his hold on sanity, Grimzag dived at the Russian and punched his face repeatedly, before sealing the deal with a headbutt.

OOC: I finally post on this thing and Dregruk runs in before me.

OOC: That's how it goes, SB. Happens all the time with me.

OOC: I finally post on this thing and Dregruk runs in before me.

'Twas an accident, I swear!! *Hides*

BUMP so this damn thing won't be forgotten.

OOC: Sorry if you get mad, MS, I'm just RPing my character and her personality.

IC:

Kris chuckled. "And don't think I wouldn't come here without backup either."

"And what's with taking a shot at your brother? How was I supposed to know he wasn;t someone trying to kill Grimzag, or someone else trying something that I didn't want happening. I fired purposefully to miss, so that I wouldn't kill some random bloke on the street. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to actually do my job."

OOC: So am I, don't worry.

IC: "If he'd have wanted to shoot him, Grimzag would have a rather large hole in his head at the moment. Jack doesn't waste any time with that kinda thing." His eyes narrow, and the assault carbine doesn't falter. "I was told to bring him in so he and General Garand could sort this thing out, and put the people who framed him, or Grimzag himself, six feet under. I'm trying to do my job as well, but family comes first."

OOC: Wrong nation, my bad.

Kris smiled. "Right. I understand too. Family first. And so, if you don't mind, I'd like to apprehened Grimzag without injuring him. I don't give a sh*t about anybody else, I just need to bring Grimzag in, alive. Hell, I even made a trap that led my boys and me right to him. I know the man."

And you don't. So back off.

"Personally I don't know him, Jack's met him before. There was a conference between him, Damas, my CO, and several others. Grimzag is considered an asset, and the general doesn't want anything bad to happen to him until we know the truth." Dekker's tone is cold, it's obvious he's not going to back down.

"Look, Dekker, or whatever the hell your name is," Kris said, "I know Griomzag. I've ... worked with him before. I can talk to him. Just let me try my tactics first. I think I can talk to him ... Let me at least try before you do anything hasty."

"Fine with me." Dekker lowers the assault carbine and steps aside. He and his troops take up positions to cover their advance. Jack, during the exchange between Dekker and the Haraki soldier, has disappeared from view.

OOC: Grimzag has gotten hold of some firepower. He's got Smales and Damas' guns, as well as Jack's six custom .45 Hardballers.

OOC: Yeah, I know. I've been reading the thread.

IC:

Kris nodded her thanks, standing up and unscrewing the silencer from her USP. She stepped out, raising the pistol to her shoulder at arm's length and carefully watching down it, guarding her approach, and slowly stepping towards the two large, brawling men a block and a half down the street.

OOC: And now we await a response from Dregruk...
In the meantime, check the thread titled 'A Tangled Web', written by myself. It explains where Jack knows Damas and Grimzag from.

OOC: Anyone wanna play dice while we wait?

*rolls*

Double sixes! Beat that!

*shifty eyes*
*rolls a trio of dice*
Triple Sixes!
*shifty eyes*

HA! You're only supposed to use two dice! Got you!

*Pulls out two hundred-sded dice*

Didn't say what size of die, though ...

Double hundreds!

OOC: That's what the *shifty eyes* means. I've rolled a few bones in my day.

OOC: Sorry about the wait, my ISP had decided to cut off everyone in my town... but I'm back now. Oh, and I think this fight's gone on long enough, so to end it in a suitably gory and Grimzag style... (Hopefully Wallah won't object)

IC:

Grimzag lashed out fist after fist at the Russian. And vice-versa. They were too evenly matched. Grimzag was wasting too much time on this freak; he needed to find Kris and figure out what the Hell to do. It was time to tip the scales.

After being knocked down from one of the Russian's punches, Grimzag spotted what he needed: A heavy old set of iron blocks were being held up by a thin piece of rope. As the Russian stood over Grimzag, he saw what he needed to put his plan into action.

A fire escape ladder that was up.

"You remind Russian of 'Punisher'. Killing evil mobsters in a blaze of fury. BRRT!"

Grimzag was sick of the Russian talking of comics. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the fire escape and brought it down on the Russian's head. *SMACK*. The Russian cursed and fell onto his back.

Big mistake.

He saw the block of iron right in front of his face, Grimzag standing over the rope with a knife and started laughing.

"Good fight, comrade! Dosividanja!"

The iron fell down and crushed everything from the Russian's shoulders on up.

Grimzag fell onto his knees and gave his face a rub.

Now to find Kris...

She was nearer than he could ever have guessed.

"Grimzag!" Came Kris's voice, echoing down the street, her gun still raised, aiming dead-on him, slowly stepping towards him. "Stop right there."

Don't think I won't shoot you, you bastard. Stop right there and don't move.

Grimzag's eyes narrowed. Christ, he thought, another friggin' trap. SO OBVIOUS, too.

He decided that the smart-ass approach would be best, "Hey, what's with the gun? Gonna shoot me now, Kris?"

"You know damn well why I've got this gun," Kris replied, stopping about fifty feet away from him, the gun still levelled at him. "Now explain yourself, and fast. Preferrably without any sudden movements."

Why the hell did I get assigned here? I think Jake wants to kill me, or get me fired. I mean, damn. It was hard enough hearing about the incident. It's worse being assigned to the investigative team. I mean, hell, I'm working with Black Ops. Why couldn't they even get me a marine team?

Grimzag shook his head.

"Explain myself, riiiiight. I'm not the one waving a gun in someones face, am I? Honestly, I thought you'd have a little bit more faith in me than that."

He started to walk forward, slowly.

"The usual drill, yeah? I put my hands behind my head and go "I surrender! Please don't hurt me, I'm weak!". Sorry sugar, it ain't gonna happen any time soon."

Kris sighed. "I didn't say that. I just want to hear your side of the story. After all, the last time something like this happened, you weren't exactly to blame, were you?" Kris said, managing to stay calm.

Stop it, Grimzag. I don't want to have to shoot you, you know that. And that's exactly why you won't stop.

Grimzag kept walking forward.

"I'm glad someone thinks that way. Most of the people I've met along the way seem to verge towards the 'Shoot first' mentality. But sadly," He took another step forward, "We both know you haven't got it in you to shoot me. Oooh, the sadness it would bring on you! All those constant thoughts of 'What is he was innocent?' that would flash through your brain. Oh, and of course, there's always the chance you'd get the boot for wasting Dregruk's ex-Warchief before finding out if he was innocent." He stepped closer to her, "So what are you gonna do? Let me go, and face a court-martial, or shoot me and face another one? Catch-22, if you ask me..."

"God damn it ..." she muttered. "Grimzag, stop."

That bastard ...

She lowered her gun, firing once at Grimzag in the shins.

Grimzag took the bullet.

"Clever. Now I can't run very fast. Or you can argue that you tried to stop me." The gap between them was rapidly closing, "Looks like you're in a pickle, doesn't it? I'd bet you haven't been in a situation like this your whole career."

"God damn it ... Why are you doing this to me?" Kris whispered, more to herself than to him.

She raised her gun again, aiming it at his chest.

Grimzag stopped and shook his head.

"I'm doing this to you because I have to. Just now, you know me better than anyone else here. You're gonna help me. And of course,"

He drew one of Damas' Berretas in lightning fast speed.

"I don't object to using force."

The two stared down each other's gun barrels.

She simply stood there, about ten feet in front of him, her gun levelled at him. "Help you? With what? How am I supposed to help you if I don't know whether you've done what I'm here to find out?"

Meanwhile, a single HIA Black Ops sniper lay in his concealed position, his crosshairs meeting in the center of Grimzag's chest, one eye closed to look down the scope of his silenced rifle.

Just make one move ... Give me a reason ...

"Kris, you should know me well enough now. Do you honestly think that if I wanted a bunch of delegates dead, I would plant a bomb before running away? Come on," He stepped closer, "Trust me."

"No," she said quietly. "You wouldn't run. But how am I supposed to know you didn't just do this to draw attention away from yourself?"

For every step he took forwards, she took an equal one backwards.

"AWAY?!" He said, incredulously, "If I had anything to gain from doing that, what would it be for? Think about it. Think about ME. Got an answer? WAR. I would want a big-ass war to really get the blood flowing. But think about it: using a bomb makes it look like I DID IT. And what would happen if I did it? Death. No war for me, if I'm six feet under, is there?"

Kris's attention was drawn away from what she was doing by what Grimzag was saying, and in that instant, her foot hit a brick or something - She couldn't tell what - and she fell backwards. Her mouth formed around a swearword, as her hand tensed with the sudden shock of falling. Her gun fired, sending a bullet half an inch from Grimzag's ear, as shehit the ground, quickly trying to get to her feet.

Grimzag seized his one (And possibly only) chance at getting out of that situation. As quickly as he could, he kicked Kris' gun away and dragged her to her feet, with his arm around her neck and kept his gun pressed against her head.

"Don't try anything stupid. I don't want to have to hurt you. But by God, I will if I have to. Understand?"

"God ...mn you, Grimzag ..." she choked out, her breathing hampered by his arm around her throat. "Let me go."

The sniper swore slightly, thumbing the safety off his gun and aiming it around Kris's head to center on Grimzag's upper cheek, right under his right eye. It was his only shot. His finger tensed on the trigger.

"I will... in good time. In the meantime, we've got a concert to go to."

He felt a tingling sensation at the back of his mind. It was the same as when a... SNIPER HAD TAKEN A SHOT AT HIM!

"Christ!" He cursed, falling to the ground with Kris, just as a minute flash went off in the distance, and a lump of lead whizzed overhead.

He dragged Kris to her feet and started backing away with her.

OOC:Not to break the tension or anything...

IC:

Damas and Smales had got on one of the helicopters and were flying all over the city looking for Grimzag. They were getting nowhere, fast, and Damas was about to call it off when they saw the commotion in a street. More importantly, there was Grimzag!

Damas grabbed the chopper's loudspeaker, saying, "Just to join the party! Grimzag, what the hell do you think you're doing? Taking HOSTAGES now? Tut, tut. What a great Warchief you are. By the way, I'd like my guns back.

While he said this, several other helicopters had landed, with Troon's finest pouring out of them, taking up postition.

"Don't fire until I say so!" roared Damas' voice above the noise of the whirring blades. "Now Grimzag, I think you have some explaining to do."

Kris swore. "Damnit ..."

That idiot! Why the hell did he take that shot? He's supposed to be a professional!

The sniper looked up, glancing around. He hadn't made the shot. Hadn;'t had a good enough angle. That meant ... The other Black Ops sniper had taken a shot. Damn rookie. H emust've thought he had a good angle, but ...

He lowered his eye to the scope again, taking aim at Grimzag, when a chopper swooped past his sight. Soldiers.

"DAMMIT DAMAS!" Yelled Grimzag. "We were just leaving, and now you go and make things AWKWARD!!"

Grimzag looked around him. The one exit he needed had a few troops in front of it. Slowly, he edged towards the troopers. It was time to test their mettle.

Kris looked around for an angle of escape, yet couldn't find any. Except for one, but she would have to wait for that. She slowly slid her right hand around inside the end of her sleeve, looking for ... Found it. Then, with the right flick of her wrist, unnoticed by anyone, a small knife dropped down into her palm. She closed her hand around it, waiting for her opportunity.

The sniper noticed. Although seething at his rookie partner, he still had the time to nod at Kris's action. "Good girl, Kris. Now just get a chance."

"Goddam Troonites. Tryin' to take you to a concert here..." Muttered Grimzag, just loud enough for Kris to hear.

"And what kind of concert would this be?" Kris made out slowly, still hampered by Grimzag's arm.

"A music one. I'll explain later, if I don't end up as swiss cheese." Grimzag flicked down the hammer on the Berreta. "Start screaming for help." He whispered into Kris' ear. "Now."

"Damn it ..." Kris grumbled.

Better just do it. Doesn't help anyone if you get shot.

She put on her best 'distressed damsel' voice and started screaming for help.

"Good girl." He whispered, before shouting "I'll put a bullet in her! Let me ggo and no-one gets hurt, and we can all walk away in one piece."

The sniper's eyebrows furrowed. "That doesn't seem like Kris ..." he murmured, seeing what was happening, and hearing through the earpiece that had fallen from Kris's ear when she tripped. "Damnit ... What the hell's happening down there?"

What the hell? thought Damas. Why has she started screaming for help NOW?

Grabbing the mic again, he said, "Soldiers, hold your postitions! Don't let him past! Now, Grimzag, be a good boy and kindly explain why you tried to kill me!"

Lia strained to hear what was goin on. There was a little gunfire and now a woman was pleading for help. It was freezing up here, and the choppers on the nearest roof were blowing colder wind her way too.

Spotting a guard turning her way she cleared the edge of the building, fell two stories and grappled a ledge, nearly slipping. Some more acrobatic insanity later, and she touched down with only the slightest sound. Then she stepped back, and was lost to the shadows.

"With an empty gun?!" He shouted back. "You must be stupider than you look! Just let us go, before I do try to kill you."

A faint green glow signified the use of a motion scanner. It was ablaze with color, so she activated exhalation targeting, and filtered out parallel movement. It signified a lot of people. A large lot. A light "clk" killed the glow, and she slinked closer to her position.

An empty gun... oh right.

"Not with the gun you moron; the bomb! God, you really are dumb."

As Damas said this, he motioned to Smales to rappel onto the nearest roof with a sniper rifle. Everyone else has got one he thought grimly. Once Smales took postition, he came started talking into the mic again. "Grimzag, for starters, let the girl go. We're not going to pump you full of lead...yet. Besides, that wound on your shin looks nasty... would you like one on your other leg? Y'know, for symmetry and all that. But seriously, you better start talking soon."

At that, he got on the radio to his men on the ground, nearly whispering, "Shoot him if he tries to get away. But not a kill shot. Aim for his legs. And for the love of god, try not to hit the girl!"

OOC:Sorry folks, but I'm away for the night. Try not to do TOO much while I'm gone.

OOC: I think I'm relying on Kings or Haraki for a way to escape from this... help me, lads.

The sniper slowly watched with his other eye, the man getting onto another roof. "Hey, Kid," he radioed the other sniper.

"yeah?" came a whispered reply.

"Get a target on thats niper on the roof. But for god's sake, don't shoot him unless I give the word."

"Sir."

And the rookie's barrel slowly swung aruond, until the crosshairs centred on Smales' head. The veteran kept his angled in on Grimzag's.

OOC: My chick, though chick, doesnt really want to save the HT. Your gonna have to do something about that if you want her to help.

IC: Crawling across the street, she reached a sniper looking through his sights. She reached into her pocket and dropped a card with her number on his equipment, and continued on.

OOC: I guess it's up to Haraki then. Please!

OOC: Hey, wasn't that a coincedence? That post wasn't there when i started, i swear.

The rookie was confused for a moment, as to why a card fell on him, but shook it off, until he was radioed a message. "Kid."

"Yeah, boss?"

"Somebody over there needs a distraction, and I think it's Kris. Take your silencer off, hide from them, and shoot something noisy."

"Um ... Okay ..."

He slid to the side until none of them could see him, pulled his pistol, and shot a garbage can across the street.

OOC: Cheers.

IC:

Grimzag saw his chance when the garbage can flew into the air with a loud *CLANG*. Seizing it, he ducked into a tackle and smashed through the Troonite guards, with Kris in tow. He ran as fast as he could, away from the scene.

-deleted because people type too bloody fast-

Kris struggled a bit, not expecting a sudden tackle through the Troonites. "Damn it, Grimzag, where are you taking me?" she muttered out.

The sniper swung his rifle around, following Grimzag, but he was good. Kris was in the way of any good shot. The sniper swore, getting up and running back into the building he'd been on top of. "Kid," he radioed. "Get back to base."

"Roger."

Seeing the woman chasing AFTER the guy that attacked her, Lia thought for a moment, poised herself, then launched her body towards the nearest wall and shimied up it.

"I told you, we're going to a concert. There are a few things we need to talk about. A concert is the ideal place." He continued his zig-zagging path through the warehouse district, and entered the commercial district, en route to Dregruk's biggest stadium.

It makes sense ... A concert. Lots of people. A chance to hide. A chance to talk.

She stopped struggling, acknowledging why he was taing her there, and simply allowing him.

"Finally, you relax. Now, for some tickets..." Grimzag slowed to a walk as they approached the monolithic structure. Two punks were heading towards it, shouting about their tickets.

"YEAH MAN! WE GOT US TWO TICKETS! OH YEA...." Grimzag punched the lights out of the two of them, dragged their bodies into a nearby alley and picked up their tickets, handing one to Kris.

"Come on." He growled.

A large, white, chopper loomed in the sky outside of the building. It blades powering up, lifting it from the ground. On the ground beneath it stood two night-black motorbikes. A note read "complements, Korsair".

Lia was pissed off at her dad. How could he just help some guy off of the street like that? Just to be smart, she called hers in, but it would be a while before it got clearance into the country.

Kris shook her head as Grimzag stole the tickets. She snatched hers, and started walking back towards the stadium, hiding her knife.

Damn it ... I lost my gun in the process, too.

Grimzag walked up to the stadium entrance and held up his ticket. "Two of us." He said.

"Seen Fallout before?" Asked the man in the booth.

"I have, she hasn't. First date, y'know?" Replied Grimzag. The man nodded knowingly and buzzed them in.

"Have a good night. Enjoy the show."

Kris forced a smile for the ticket-taker, before stepping in and turning to Grimzag once they were sufficiently masked in the crowd and noise. "Okay. What the hell's going on here?" she asked angrily.

A close observer may, had he been extreamly vigilant, have seen a small, person sized object move up the vertical wall. Had he perfect vision, then he may have seen the "person" move to a small window at the roof. But even if this were possible, they would not have seen "it" move inside, as the lock was a simple pin tumbler, and it had been picked a few times before - by this acrobat and others.

"I want you to see what would wait for me if I did what they say I did. Watch."

The lights in the stadium faded to black. Suddenly, a loud explosion went off. At least, the sound of one came out of the massive speakers around the stadium. The lead singer of Fallout walked out onto the stage. The croud went wild.

He held up his hands for silence, as four men came out of the roof, suspended by rope that was tied to their ankles. A machine-gun raised out of the stage, in front of the singer.

He opened fire on the men, riddling them full of holes. The crowd went crazy.

"They were convicted murderers." Explained Grimzag. "Think of me being hung from that roof, getting shot by that DHMG. Do you think I would blow up a bunch of delegates, knowing THAT waited for me?!"

Kris shook her head, still watching the man on the stage. "Well if you didn't do it, then who did? Because if you didn't, then who killed a bunch of Haraki delegates?"

I still don't know if I believe you ...

"Aw damit!" she thought, as the lure of the band drew her in, and she opened the tiny window with no effort and dropped to the ground. The flashing lights hid her desent, and once on her feet, she looked around for the best dancer.

Grimzag shook his head. "If you've read the reports on the last time I was framed, you'll know about the Dark Circle. My money would be on them, but... they're all dead! I made sure of it! So you tell me, Kris. Who would want me out of the picture? Hmm?"

"I don't know. A rival? Dark Circle survivors that weren't on the list you got? How do you expect me to know?" she replied, still angry.

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!" He yelled. "Whatever it is, I thought you would be the person I could trust. Well, I guess not! Now, I've got Harakians, Troonites and my own people trying to kill me, and I don't know why! Understand?"

OOC: Gotta go. Night!

The guy she was dancing with was quite good. He knew moves and everything. Her leather trousers and tank top were attracting stares so got the guy to buy her a drink. He was in the middle of saying "This is harsh shit watch you dont..." but it was down the throat, and two more followed it. He was impressed.

There was a ruckus over near the door, but it wasnt fun yet, so she left it to hopefully escalate.

OOC: These events take place about 2 pages back, just as Grimzag made his break for it.

IC:

Damas swore loudly. He quickly ordered the pilot to take him over to Smales' position, as he radioed orders to the men on the ground to "Follow him at all costs". When Smales was aboard, he turned to the pilot. "Follow our men. Outrun them if you can-we need to find Grimzag! Hang on..."

He grabbed the microphone again, practically yelling, "Harakians, please to GOD tell me you have some way of tracing that girl. Or Grimzag. You seemed to find him pretty sharpish. We need to find him!"

OOC: Why did a Haraki sniper aim at Smales? I'm curious...

OOC: How come when ever i can make it on, no-one can be bothered?

Jack had lost intrest in tracking Grimzag, for the moment. He would get his guns back, but after he'd had a drink or two. He stashed his USP is his trenchcoat, and entered a local nightclub, ordering a Bacardi Triple Black. He sat at the bar and sipped his drink, ignoring the eyes of several half-drunken women as they gazed at him. He made a show of pulling the fake wedding ring that he wore on a chain around his neck out from under his shirt, and the majority of the women lost intrest. He settled back to drink in peace, contemplating where Grimzag might be lurking, with his expensive handguns...

"Unfortunately," the Haraki veteran sniper replied, "Our trap involved 'that girl' as you so eloquently called her. We can trace her, but it'll take some time," he grumbled, stepping into his team's motel room, still talking on his phone.

He nodded to the techie lounging in a chair, swivelling to watch him come in. The sniper mouth 'Find Kris' and turned back to the phone.

OOC: Well ... The Haraki sniper was being paranoid, and trying to protect his team member, Kris. Plus, he was simply trying to get the rookie off of Grimzag so he wouldn't take any more stupid shots.

"Unfortunately," the Haraki veteran sniper replied, "Our trap involved 'that girl' as you so eloquently called her. We can trace her, but it'll take some time," he grumbled, stepping into his team's motel room, still talking on his phone.

He nodded to the techie lounging in a chair, swivelling to watch him come in. The sniper mouth 'Find Kris' and turned back to the phone.

OOC: Well ... The Haraki sniper was being paranoid, and trying to protect his team member, Kris. Plus, he was simply trying to get the rookie off of Grimzag so he wouldn't take any more stupid shots.

OOC: Speaking of stupid shots.... :twisted:

The band had been playing for several hours, and showed no signs of stopping. At 11 o'clock, Grimzag started dragging Kris away. Anyone who got in his way got a very sore face.

At 11:30, Grimzag stopped outside (Yet another) abandoned warehouse. On its side was etched and large, red letters, "Giarc Industries". He kicked open the door and walked inside.

"We stay here for the night, then we have to get moving. Find out who st me up. You'll sleep there," He motioned to a blanket on the ground, "And I'll sleep here."

"Where are we going, exactly?" she grumbled. "I want answers, even if I can't report them. As far as my team knows, you're still the bad guy, and I'm either your hostage or I've defected. I have no way of contacting them, because I lost my earpiece in the confusion back there, which means we're being hutned by several elite men with big guns."

Jack sat in the bar for a good few hours, drinking himself into a stupor. His thoughts wandered to Dekker's location, and if could borrow some money from him...

Dekker and his team sat on top of a large, abadonded building, sitting in silence near the Blackhawk. Dekker had a small laptop open in front of him, scanning through a few recent satelliete photos of the area. His 'egghead', Grips, had hacked them out of the Dregruk defense ministry a few hours earlier. Then, Dekker saw something, something... odd. A muscle-bound man and a smaller woman were leaving some sort of stadium. There's that bastard. he thought to himself.

"YOU want answers?" Asked Grimzag, as he tossed himself down onto his blanket. "I can't tell you anything useful, because I don't know anything useful! All I'll tell you is that we're getting a few hours rest, then I've got a mob boss to have a... discussion with. Good night."

He turned his back on her and tried to sleep.

Dekker sifted through some old records, making a list of Grimzag's potential allys and enemies. One name stood out, someone who was some sort of criminal leader... Hmm... Dekker thought. Might have to look into this one...

Lia collapsed into a soft bed in a hotel close-by. She didn't usually like sleeping, as she thought of it as a mental challenge, but it was required after hours of solid dancing.The room went dark, concentration faded.

OOC: What happened to Haraki? I can't RP this without him!

OOC: Everyone who has been participating (Or watching) this thread, do not despair. We (Or I, at least) have not given up. However, we cannot continue until Haraki rejoins us. Haraki has informed me that he is having technical issues with his computers at home, so therefore cannot join in for a while.

Thank you for your patience.

Technical Issues = 10 days with dead internet at my house, and barely enough time at school to answer issues so Haraki contined to grow. ANyway, I'm back now.

Welcome back. Can we get on with this now, then? You're up.

Kris sighed, reaching up and pulling a clip out of her brown hair, allowing it to fall down past her neck. She lay down, warily, her pistol ready, just in case, her back turned to Grimzag, and watched the door. She wasn't tired, and it would probably take at least an hour for her to get to sleep.