NationStates Jolt Archive

An Undisclosed Location, Not Far From the Governmental Square

Two figures, totally obscured by shadow, one waiting while the other walks up, nod silently to each other.

"It is time."

"For what?"

"For him to die."

"Him?"

"Him."

"I understand...he is one of us, though..."

"No longer. The person he once was is dead, replaced by the threat he is now."

"Threat?"

"Threat."

"I understand. Shall I make this public?"

"Yes and no."

"How so?"

"Make it international, a game, disguise it. They'll never know who they're really killing. Except for..."

"The two who know him?"

"The two."

"I understand. Can we change that? The two are sure to come."

"No, it is inevitable. We shall erase all memory of him."

"Him?"

"Him."

"I understand."

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Communique to All Interested Parties and/or Individuals

A Bounty on Behalf of Cyberutopia's Best Interest

Name: [classified]
Alias: Agent Nine
Age: [classified]
Occupation: [classified]
Description: Tall, slim build, Asiatic complexion, often wears a black trenchcoat with dark sunglasses. Cold, calculating, silent.
Known Contacts: The Japanese Yakuza, The Golden Star Triad, and The Russian Mafia.
Charges Against: [classified]
Reward: 5 billion USD
Notes: Heavily armed, extremely dangerous, deceitful, unhesitating killer.

To Jack's surprise, he had an email in his inbox, from his usual contract source.

To: Hardballer
From: Morales
Text:
Yo, homes. You got yourself a new contract, standard bounty-hunting stuff. Your mark's name is Agent Nine, check on the enclosed bio for more details. Peace Out.

'I'd better check on Cap'n Blasto, this might be serious...' Jack thought as he secured his pair of .48 Superballers, and his trademark leather trenchcoat with black silk lining.

One night, Dominique, an old rival from a while back and former crime buddy, hears of the bounty. In his home, he loads up his Uzi 9mm., his .45, and takes his Ka-Bar.

"It's time to kill Nine."

He puts on his body armor. He walks into his garage and gets into his Hummer and drives off.

Nine shut off the small laptop in front of him, disengaging from LocHunt. From his brief hacking period, he could see that the Agents had perfectly pinpointed his position.

'So they do know where I am.' He thought to himself. 'Well, of course they do. They're Cyberutopians, after all.'

Nine chuckled lightly at that thought. He adjusted the katana within his trenchcoat and walked out into the streets of San Francisco.

'Then let them come.'

((What, no one else has a bounty hunter?))

((Bump!!! What, no one else wants to get 5 billion USD?))

((One more bump of hope.))

((Usually this bounty hunter kind of RP is not really succesful. I have tried to dothis several times and noone answered. But I will join, as always. It's a pleasure to Rp with you!))

Vorpalis picked up the power cell of her lightscimitar, and cocked her ShadowBolt Assault rifle. "Hunting again. This time the prey is dangerous enough to be a challenge to the best predator. If half of the military reports of that D'nan woman are true, those Agents are fearsome enemies", she said to herself. She put her hand over the scars on her arm and on her neck, memories from her past battles and tortures in the hands of orcs, drow and human alike.

She activated the comlink in her wrist. "Is the plane to Cyberutopia ready?".

"Yes it is, Sire, we are expecting for your arrival", answered a metallic voice from the other side.

((Well, I don't like having my characters just disappear, so I thought it fitting for Nine to finally come to an Rped end. There's only so many places a renegade Agent can run until he has to stand and fight, after all.))

Communique to All Interested Parties and/or Individuals

Triangulated bioelectric signature of mark at -8945 by 2365 by -25.3 in 5...4...3...2...1...now. Mark is in the American city of San Francisco. All hunters note that heavy cloud cover will prevent LocHunt from exact triangulation of mark in exactly 26 hours in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...now. Recommendation that mark be neutralized before cloud cover obscures our lock on him, and he has a chance to get away.

((For those of you who don't want to decypher my technobabble, you have 26 NS hours before Nine has a chance to slip away.))

Walking into his apartment the annoying repedative red light of his answering machine being the only light. Walked over and pushed the playback button, sat down in the near total darkness and let the words go by.

"This transmission is for codename: S.B.H. Kor. Another job came up, 5 billion reward, this is gonna be a tuff one. At the end of the message relevant information will be given about target. Suit up, your moving in 30."

He listens intently to the vague discription of his mark.

Damn right this is gonna be tuff He thought.

Opening his desk drawer pulled out his classic Walther P99, combat knife, and Colt Manhunter, his wallet, and extra ammo. And quickly walks out the door.

And I could have been a doctor

Allready on board the small private plane, reviewing the first and second message from his "employer" he opens the small overhead compartment. For though Betty and Ann had been his favorite and most trusted weapons he knew its always good to have a few other options than another pistol duel.

Looking inside he found a few "standard" items. M-16 assault rifl, flashbang grenades, frag grenades, assortment of short blades, blow gun with a case of five poisoned darts.

Taking the added equipment and placing it into his duffle bag he sits back to enjoy the rest of his three hour flight.

Looking back towards the screen it keeps flashing over and over...

Upon landing you have twenty two hours S.B.H. Kor

(note S.B.H. is Subsidized Bounty Hunter)

vorpalis landed in San Francisco in a normal looking plane. "Using a space dropship in the middle of a human city could be dangerous", said the flight authorities. She just came off of the human plane and opened her luggage. "Ellösar cloak, progressive knives, light scimitar, ShadowBolt light assault rifle. Armoured Wraithbone vest, Thermal visor, reinforced helmet. I think I brought everything".

"Any calls from Cyberutopian authorities?", she asked to her wrist comlink.

"Not yet, just stand by, they will appear soon and give you the rest of the briefing...I hope".

Jack checks in with the Golden Star, the Chinese criminal group in his hometown of New York City, for any news of his friend.

Mao, the leader of the Golden Star, tells Jack that Nine disappeared a few weeks ago, and that just after that, three men in black armor and silvery cloaks came to his restaurant and interrogated him. Mao looked furious at having been questioned in his very own headquarters.

---

Vorpalis' comlink crackled suddenly, and a rush of white noise washed over her. The noise dimmed slightly as a voice spoke, but never totally dissipated.

"I see that you have reached San Francisco." The garbled voice said. "Good. Is there any thing specific you feel that you need to know?"

"I just want some clues about in what kind of place he could be hiding, how many hunters are behind him and if he is operating all alone or with some friends and allies", said Vorpalis through her comlink as she turned on her Ellösar cloak.

Dom arrives in San Francisco. He parks his hummer in a dark alley gets out.

"I believe Nine has allies here, if I remember correctly."

Jack gets into his silver 69' Impala and drives across town to Luther's Liquors, the local inner city gang hangout, which both he and Nine were members of.

'If Luther don't know nothin', then I'm goin' straight to the source...'

Jack thought to himself as he entered the store.

Kor, listening to his "employer" trasmit relevant radio transmissions to his ear bud, strolls along a major road. Blending in quite well in his jeans and light brown leather jacket, which conciels quite well his small arsenal of weapons. Thinking to himself, *sigh* I knew that a five bil reward was not gonna be a cake walk, but damn. Who the hell is this guy!. All the time just walkin towards the given triangulation.

"Being an Agent, he could hide just about anywhere, so keep your eyes open all the time. He's got a couple of friends here, like pretty much anywhere, a Mr. Zenji Shimata and a Mr. William Hawke. He has not, however, contacted either of them. And we're not allowed to tell how many are hunting him. It makes it more fun, you know?" The voice told Vorpalis, sounding amused at the end.

---

"Nine? Heh, Nine's got allies everywhere, kid." An old bum, slumped against the alley wall, told Dom.

---

Luther told Jack that Nine had set off for San Francicso. Luther had also been confronted by several shady characters asking him about Nine. Something was odd about Luther though, like he had been forced into something, and he muttered something under his breath about being watched.

Dom turns to the old bum against the alley wall.

"I'm aware of that. Know of any here?"

"I asked because sometimes a hunter becomes the prey of another predator", she answered smiling. "You're right, it's more fun that way. Let's go and talk with the Shimata guy, that name looks interesting".

Two hours later, she was knocking at the Shimata's door, after a quick session of finding the direction by holointernet. The door sounded, but noone could be seen knocking at it.

Zenji waved his confused guards away from the door.

"Meh, I'll handle this." He muttered with a light Japanese accent. "Damn youngsters an' their cloakin'."

He opened the ornate hardwood door and looked out into the streets. He was an old man, looking to be in his early or mid 70s. His cheeks drooped slightly, and his weathered skin was heavily lined.

"What is it? Why do you come to Zenji?" He demanded.

"I want Nine", the invisible silouette said, moving so her voice couldn't be tracked. "And I know that you know his current location. That's all".

Dom walks out of the alley and looks for any allies of Nine or Nine himself.

Jack arrives in San Fran a few hours later, and exits the airport via a taxi cab. For the next few hours, he wanders the city, asking if anybody had seen a guy calling himself 'Nine'.

Jack arrives in San Fran a few hours later, and exits the airport via a taxi cab. For the next few hours, he wanders the city, asking if anybody had seen a guy calling himself 'Nine'.

Dom busts open doors of abandoned buildings in search of Nine, figuring Nine could be in an abandoned building.

"He has to be here somewhere. I'll find him, one way or another."

"Hmm...yes, tha Agent, yes." Zenji says to himself, and ponders for a long moment. "I know many tings, and I know that what you ask is not small. To track one like Mistah Nine, heh, that is no simple task. I can find him for you though, there is no doubt in that, but it shall take much time. And something in return."

---

After his bountiless search, two thugs approach Jack. They look down at him with a hard stare.

"We heard you wanna find Nine, eh? Whadaya want with 'im?" One of the thugs asks.

---

Dom finds nothing in the abandoned buildings except for a scrawled note on a scrap of paper.

"You're so predictable." It reads.

---

Nine looks over at Kor from inside a store as he walks right past him.

'Hmm, new guy. No challenge.' He thinks to himself with a wry grin. 'Never trust the data.'

---

The two shady figures meet again, in the same place just outside Governmental Square in Cyberutopia.

"The two have come. Everything worked perfectly."

"Excellent. What is our course of action?"

"We shall terminate them. Then the path to the rapid termination of Nine will be open."

"Simple."

"Exactly."

"Everything is playing into our hands so far. Let's keep it that way."

"Let's."

Overlooking the stark city skyline, a lone man stands atop a low rooftop, his black leather-booted foot on its edge. He looks up at the gleaming towers of glass and steel that make the canyons of this concrete jungle.

He is a tall man, with the broad shouldered build of a powerful warrior. He wears a long black overcoat over matchingly black sweater and jeans. He has reddish skin, indicating along with his beaklike nose and broad jaw his Mesoamerican Heritage.

A wind blew his silky, shoulder length hair up, its raven black strands trembling in the wind, while the long tails of his coat flapped like a black banner. His full lips pulled up in a smile.

This city teemed with life, jampacked into its stony recesses. It was not all that different from his native jungle, mused Chataka. It was said this man, this Agent Nine, was an experienced hunter in his own right. Perhaps, if this Agent Nine was a powerful warrior, Chataka would not return him for collection of the money. It might be more worthwhile to drag him back to the Temple of the Sun, to rip out his heart and sink his teeth into its still-beating flesh. Chataka would see.

Shifting his weight forward, Chataka suddenly tumbled off the roof ledge, his coat flaring behind him as he dived to the curb two stories below. Landing in a squat atop a stretch of bright cloth over the entryway to the building, Chataka gripped his hands around its edge and flipped off, landing easily on the paved street below. People stopped and gapped at his acrobatic display. He favored them with a knowing smirk before beginning to stride along the street.

This city would yield him its secrets, in time. Part of being a hunter was being patient. Chataka would wait for just the right moment to strike, but when he struck, he would only need one opportunity.

((*claps* Very nicely done.))

Three men dressed in expensive-looking business suits and dark sunglasses walked down the street. No one who passed the three Japanese men expected them to be some of the most highly trained special operations troops on the planet. The three Agents made their way towards not Nine, but to Jack instead. For now, all they would do was wait, until the moment was right to pounce.

Standing at the curb, Chataka watched the three dark suited men. Acting on an instinct no civilized westerner would understand, the Aztec ducked behind an ally and quitely began to follow in-step behind the trio.

"Tell me your prize. I can get you anything, or almost anything. But I don't have too much time. I need to find him quickly", said the invisible woman. "I know he is hard to track, but I'm sure you can achieve the task".

"Fine, Zenji will do it if you give him your device that makes you invisible." The old man said, sounding confident.

"Ahem, you're a smart one, Don't you?", said the invisible voice. "But...Why should I trust you?", she said, turning the device off and appearing in front of Zenji...

"Zenji will be frank with you. You have no reason to trust him. Trust has no place in this tings, though. You could alway jus' find Nine on your own. Than again...Mistah Nine will easily evade you if you don't take Zenji's help." The old man said, turning a critical eye on Vorpalis. "Plus, what you rather have? Five billion dollah, or invisible device?"

"The head of Nine. I'm not in this for money, as you can guess, I'm here because I want to prove that I'm the best hunter of this universe", she answered. "Here you got, you earned it", she said, taking off her cloak and giving it to Zenji. "Now, where can I find my mark?", she asked, checking her vest and her weapons, each one looking more strange tan the other.

"Hmm, yes..." Zenji said, fingering the cloak. "Ah, right, back to Mistah Nine. Elfy lady always business thinking. Very well, follow Zenji."

He handed the cloak to one of the door guards and hobbled into the luxurious house. He led Vorpalis though a long hallway decorated with many ancient scrolls and weapons, humming out of tune. Finally, they came to an office. Zenji plopped himself down behind an ornate desk.

"I hate to lose such a good assassin, but sometimes I fear he is too ambitious, hmm...much like you. Anyway, he has feelings of dissent for all, and none of that shall be tolerated by Zenji. Very angry man, he is. Hmm...let us see..." Zenji said as he typed on a computer. "Hmm...I have not talked to Mistah Nine for many days now, very quiet, he has become. He knows others are watching him, other Agents, far more powerful than him, far more powerful than you, too. Hmm...even Zenji's great influence on many things cannot stop them from their goal. A free bit of advice for you, elfy lady, stay away from the other Agents. Cold they are about killing all in their way. Come to me, they have, to all the underworlders they go, intimidating, threatening, dealing. Hmm...yes, uneasy it makes us all."

All this time, Zenji had been checking contacts rapidly, coming up with nothing. He sighed heavily and pushed on.

"Disappeared, Mistah Nine has. Hmm...he does that often, but never so thorough. Indeed my suspicions were true, indeed Nine's endgame is at hand. It happens to us all, it does, someone will want us all dead at some point or another. Hmm...back to the old ways, we must go. Technology cannot rival good contacts." He said, continuing his discourse.

His bony hand picked up an ancient-looking phone, covered in dust. Zenji blew the grime from the reciever and dialed a number slowly.

"'Ello? Ah, put Gonzalez on the line. Who am I? Listen, boy, just put him on the line before I have to come down there and talk to him personally, you puny maggot. About time." The old man said into the receiver, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice. "Gonzalez? Is that you? Good. Listen, we need to meet briefly. 20 minutes. You know where. Ok, goodbye."

Zenji hung up the phone and made his way over to the office door. He opened it for the Elf, and followed after her.

"You are free to do as you wish, I will contact you when I have the information. Like Zenji said, it is no simple task to find a seasoned assassin like Mistah Nine. How can Zenji contact you when Zenji finds your prey?" He said as they walked, soon reaching the front door.

She quickly reached her thigh, pulling out a little comlink. "Take this, it can only reach a frequency, my frequency. Call me if you have any news", she chuckled, as making fun of something. "Another thing. You told me to stay away from the Agent's way. How could I recognize them?, or are they just normal people?", she asked, grinning at the man in front of her as she rubbed her chin with the palm of her hand.

"I'll take a little trip on the rooftops of the city. Oh, and I know you don't fear me, but I need to tell you that if you doublecrossed me, or just plainly took me for a fool, I'll come back and put your head in a lovely pike. Nothing personal, just to take care of my own reputation", she said, now smiling...

"Hmm...impossible to identify, Agents are. He would imagine they would all be of Cyberutopian ethnicity, and much like Mistah Nine, but you never know. They can mask themselves expertly, so the ony certain advice Zenji can give you is keep your eyes very open." He told her gravely.

At her threats, the old man just nodded and smiled, as if he had heard it all before.

When she had left his house, Zenji scowled and muttered bitterly, "Damn arrogant Elves. Only person I hate more than someone like that is an Agent. Damn Agents, too. No good, they are. Only ones keeping me from running this forsaken city. As soon as Nine is dead, they will leave me, and perhaps my goals shall be realized."

Jack turns to face the thugs.

"I'm an old friend."

Jack says with a hard glare in his emerald eyes. The wind stirred the edges of his trenchcoat, slightly revealing his twin Superballers.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

Vorpalis was jumping from rooftop to rooftop, expecting the call from Zenji, when she saw several thugs down an alley, she just waited there.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

Jack grins slightly, in a demonic fashion. He nods.

"Let's roll."

He begins to follow them.

One of the thugs looks to the other and shrugs. The other answers silently with a nod. They turn around, the sun glinting off the MAC-10s tucked in the back of each of their belts.

"Follow us. We'll take you to someon' who can help ya further." One of them says, beckoning him to follow.

Jack grins slightly, in a demonic fashion. He nods.

"Let's roll."

He begins to follow them.

Ahem...BUMP?

((I hate writer's block, don't you hate writer's block? Boy, do I hate writer's block. Don't you agree?))

The two tough-looking men got into a black sedan, and motioned for Jack to get in. They then pulled out into the street. After a long, meandering route to shake off any followers, the car stopped in front of a run-down bar. The two thugs got out and waited for Jack. They seemed to have become more nervous, giving awkward glances at the bar and down the street occasionally.

---

Zenji waited on a bench in an out of the way corner in Golden Gate Park with a bag of stale bread. He tossed a few bread crumbs on the ground and watched as the birdsd gobbled them up. An impeccably dressed Mexican man with a long ponytail of jet black hair walked towards Zenji. The small Japanese man tossed four crumbs on the ground, the signal all was clear. The Mexican man sat down next to Zenji.

"I need you to find Nine." Zenji said quietly, not looking up from the birds around them.

"Very well, Sensei. But it will cost you a lot." Gonzalez whispered back, while taking out a newspaper.

"Your payment will be both of our safety. As long as the Agents are looking for Nine, we are not safe."

"Yes, that is true. I will get on it, Sensei. You will have Nine's lugares preferidos soon."

Gonzalez folded up his paper and walked away at a brisk pace. A few minutes later, Zenji left as well.

As Gonzalez walked down the street, he looked up at the trees, admiring how they could still look beautiful even stripped of their leaves. That distraction sealed his fate. A hand darted out from an alley and yanked Gonzalez into it. The last thing the crimelord saw was three Japanese men in business suits and mirrored sunglasses standing over him. One pulled out a silenced pistol in a smooth motion. He smiled grimly, and then everything went black for Gonzalez.

Jack enters the bar.

'What the f**k am I looking for?'

He thought to himself in frustration, having forgot to ask his 'escorts'.

The two thugs enter the bar after him, and one pats him on the shoulder.

"Go through that door you see right in front of you. Just be real careful when you go though. Hawke don't like strangers, just like his mama done told him." The thug whispered into his ear with a chuckle.

"Better to find this Zenji guy. He's taking to long to find Nine. What he thinks?. I don't have an eternity to wait for him. O, mejor consigo a Nueve yo misma, quizás sea mi día de suerte y yo sea quién cobre el botín, she said in the human language she learned in her childhood, the most musical and beautiful one of all human languages.

Jack strides through the door like a hero in a western walking into a saloon. Pulling his sunglasses off of his face with more than a little drama, Jack asks:

"Which one of ya'll is Hawke?"

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Jack found a total of three submachine guns, three pistols and a double-barrelled shotgun in his face as soon as he opened the door. A man ground a cigarrette into the card table before him and waved his hands. The weapons went down. The man leaned over the table and gave Jack a hard stare.

"What are you, another Hollywood washout who's in denial? Get outta my sight. No one comes into my bar slinging that bullshit around." Hawke said, and spit at Jack's feet.

jack doesn't flinch, this was nothing new.

"How 'bout you put the gats down and we settle this the old-fashioned way?"

He says with a slight grin.

"What do yas mean, the old fashioned way? You mean with swords an' armor an' whatnot?" One of the thugs, the one with the shotgun, asks Jack with a puzzled look on his face.

"No, you moron, he means with the old kinda guns. You know, the ones with the 10 paces and stuffs. Like on the cartoons with that 'Sam' guy, the angry one." Another thug responds matter-of-factly.

Hawke turns slowly to look at both of them, and the two instantly shut their mouths. The young man grimaces and looks back at Jack.

"They're morons, but they can shoot, at least." Hawke explains with a sorrowful shake of his head. "You don't come right into this business and not flinch when heat is stuck in your face, right? Sit down. What do you need?"

Jack seats himself with a head shake of disgust.

"I'm lookin' for a guy who calls himself 'Nine'..."

"Oh yeah, him. I heard he's got a handsome bounty on his head now. A lot of wannabes have been coming around here looking for him, just asking to get killed. I can help you take him out, but there has to be something in it for me. I don't know if you've been in 'Sisco a lot, but nothing's free in this city."

Jack shakes his head at the man's comment.

"I ain't lookin' to kill him..."

He lays one of his .48 Superballers on the table.

"The wannabee's are what I'm after."

Jack shakes his head at the man's comment.

"I ain't lookin' to kill him..."

He lays one of his .48 Superballers on the table.

"The wannabee's are what I'm after."

Hawke places his elbows on the table and folds his hands in front of them.

"I see. In that case, I don't see why you're wasting my time. If it's just a bunch of amateurs you're after, there shouldn't be any problem with that." He said, and leaned foward slightly. "Correct?"

Hawke places his elbows on the table and folds his hands in front of them.

"I see. In that case, I don't see why you're wasting my time. If it's just a bunch of amateurs you're after, there shouldn't be any problem with that." He said, and leaned foward slightly. "Correct?"

Jack reholsters the weapon.

"That's where you're wrong. I want to get in contact with him, and find out what he did to get so many of these punk-ass bitches on his ass."

Jack leans back in his chair, a cold look in his green eyes.

((Lol, punk-ass bitches? I seem to use that phrase all the time when I'm joking around.))

"Oh, pretty much everyone knows the reason by now." The cultured young man responded. "But if you want to ask him yourself, he'll give you a much shorter answer."

Hawke offered the mercenary a lopsided grin at that comment.

OOC: Perhaps I'm rubbing off on you. :lol:

IC:

"Would that answer be about 9mm's long?"

Jack retorts, with a slightly more evil grin.

((Perhaps. :lol: I really wish that everyone else didn't leave. The true purpose of this thread (if you understood the conversation between the two anonymous characters at the beginning), was to erase Nine off the map, along with the two people he's ever been in close contact with (Jack and Dom, obviously), but I'm not sure if that'll work anymore.))

"I see you know him well." Hawke replied with a grin not unlike Jack's. "It won't be hard to find the hunters, though there are a couple who are quite skilled."

((Sorry if I haven't posted in a while. I'm going to have Dom come back sometime soon.))

((That would be good.))

OOC: Perhaps you could BUMP it up a bit, and increase the intrest factor? I could do that later on tonight, I'll be on around midnight or one o'clock.
I can also supply some hunters, if you wish. I've got an extensive list of extras...

OOC: I'm still waiting for response, or at least an appearance of Nine...

((Ael, you could have your character find Zenji, or find the body of Gonzalez, who is quite well known, so there'd be no mystery about him or his demise. Though I often don't hope a character will do a certain thing, I do hope your character will find out about the other Agents being around, find out about the conspiracy against Dom and Jack, and take a certain stance on it. I'll let you in on something. You don't have to, but if you do side with the Agents against Nine, Dom, and Jack, it will be a big bonus for something that I have planned for later, a massive conspiracy. As I've said before, I love being the mastermind. :D As for Nine's appearance, he will start popping up a lot once Jack finds him and this gets busier.))

((Dom will pop up a little after Nine comes up.))