Wandering Argonians
18-01-2004, 07:35
The wind howled, driving the cold rain against the elaborate windows of the large apartment penthouse. Inside lived a man with two lives, the first that of a successful salesman and devoted family man. The second was that of a shady criminal, the variety that funded various criminal elements in return for owed favors. As this man lay asleep in his oversized bed with his wife, five shadows moved across the roof of his suburban utopia, shapes that where not quite human in shape.
Soon the shadows where in the front hall, moving with silence and precision through the house, quietly scanning each room. The small unit entered the room of the double-lived man's young daughter, but swiftly exited. Their objective seemed to be assassination, not wholesale slaughter. Two shadows remained at the doorframe of the daughter, waiting. The other three quickly located the master bedroom, where their target lay asleep. Three weapons where leveled at the sleeping pair, their make and model consumed by the shadows of the room. The sharp click of surpressed weaponsfire sounded in the silent night, brass casings hitting the thick carpet without a so much as a plink. The pair stationed at the door of the daughter entered the room, and laced the small bed with gunfire. Within moments, the team departed, taking their empty brass casings with them. Everything was as it had been, except that the once happy dwelling was a silent as a grave...
The next day, a pre-programmed device dialed the 911 emergency number, then abruptly hung up. A pair of police officers where dispatched to the apartment for a routine check-up, but found only death and a frightened little girl. The girl was placed in foster care, as she had no surviving relations to care for her. The only clue to the identitys of her parents' assassins was the mysterious 911 dialer device, which seemed designed to alert authorites to the destruction that had been wrought.
Twenty years later...
The young girl was now twenty-six, and a detective on the LAPD. She had not moved far from her home town of Los Angeles, in some pitiful attempt to outrun her past. She instead chose to take the path of the warrior, facing her past with no emotion. Her name was Susan, a good-looking brunette with a quick temper and a steady hand. The young detective sat at her desk at the LAPD headquarters, pouring over photos of her parents' murder scene, scanning fruitlessly for clues about the assassins... little did she know she was about to meet them, face to face.
As Susan returned home late that night, and crawled into her bed, five shadows slipped silently into her townhome, and fired surpressed weapons into her bed. Susan was awoken by the violent shock of several large-caliber rounds hitting her kevlar vest, which she had worn to bed since her induction into the LAPD. As suddenly as they had come, they where gone, like smoke on a summer's breeze. The brass casings where missing as well. Susan clutched her small Glock sub-compact and lay in the darkness.
The next day she sent the bullets to the ballistics lab, it was the first clue. She was certain that the people who had tried to kill her the previous night where the same assassins that had killed her parents.
That night, another seemingly-respectible buisnessman was found slain in his bedroom, along with his family...
OOC: Ahh... another RP. The initial objective will be to find out who this mysterious team of assassins are, but expect that to charge. The tech-level is modern, without fantasy elements. I might allow some vampiric elements later on, but for now, no fantasy or action heros. I have provided many jump-in points for those who wish to participate, so feel free to join at your leisure. This is one of the better plot lines I've concocted for NS. I believe that you will enjoy it if you give it a chance.
Soon the shadows where in the front hall, moving with silence and precision through the house, quietly scanning each room. The small unit entered the room of the double-lived man's young daughter, but swiftly exited. Their objective seemed to be assassination, not wholesale slaughter. Two shadows remained at the doorframe of the daughter, waiting. The other three quickly located the master bedroom, where their target lay asleep. Three weapons where leveled at the sleeping pair, their make and model consumed by the shadows of the room. The sharp click of surpressed weaponsfire sounded in the silent night, brass casings hitting the thick carpet without a so much as a plink. The pair stationed at the door of the daughter entered the room, and laced the small bed with gunfire. Within moments, the team departed, taking their empty brass casings with them. Everything was as it had been, except that the once happy dwelling was a silent as a grave...
The next day, a pre-programmed device dialed the 911 emergency number, then abruptly hung up. A pair of police officers where dispatched to the apartment for a routine check-up, but found only death and a frightened little girl. The girl was placed in foster care, as she had no surviving relations to care for her. The only clue to the identitys of her parents' assassins was the mysterious 911 dialer device, which seemed designed to alert authorites to the destruction that had been wrought.
Twenty years later...
The young girl was now twenty-six, and a detective on the LAPD. She had not moved far from her home town of Los Angeles, in some pitiful attempt to outrun her past. She instead chose to take the path of the warrior, facing her past with no emotion. Her name was Susan, a good-looking brunette with a quick temper and a steady hand. The young detective sat at her desk at the LAPD headquarters, pouring over photos of her parents' murder scene, scanning fruitlessly for clues about the assassins... little did she know she was about to meet them, face to face.
As Susan returned home late that night, and crawled into her bed, five shadows slipped silently into her townhome, and fired surpressed weapons into her bed. Susan was awoken by the violent shock of several large-caliber rounds hitting her kevlar vest, which she had worn to bed since her induction into the LAPD. As suddenly as they had come, they where gone, like smoke on a summer's breeze. The brass casings where missing as well. Susan clutched her small Glock sub-compact and lay in the darkness.
The next day she sent the bullets to the ballistics lab, it was the first clue. She was certain that the people who had tried to kill her the previous night where the same assassins that had killed her parents.
That night, another seemingly-respectible buisnessman was found slain in his bedroom, along with his family...
OOC: Ahh... another RP. The initial objective will be to find out who this mysterious team of assassins are, but expect that to charge. The tech-level is modern, without fantasy elements. I might allow some vampiric elements later on, but for now, no fantasy or action heros. I have provided many jump-in points for those who wish to participate, so feel free to join at your leisure. This is one of the better plot lines I've concocted for NS. I believe that you will enjoy it if you give it a chance.