NationStates Jolt Archive

(I'm going to be nice...trust me)

"Ah did you just say that you have been accused of having an affairs with all of the people you just listed?" Someone called out...

"Um..." James tried to keep his disconcerted noise as low as possible.

Antony watched the improptu news conference with a laugh, "I think we've finally gotten to him," he said with a grin to Dariana.

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(OK, gotta get back in that 'no sleep for five days' mode for Jeff)

Jeff chuckled, "Wow, all those?? Someone out there is giving me a lot of credit! No, I was listing the people that came to mind when I was asked about my friend in Hubris."

Jeff's face got serious, "Comedy Night at the Improv is over. To answer your question ma'am, Ann Gretchen is the name of my friend in Hubris. She saved my life in Iansisle shortly after returning from Gallaga and she's a friend. She visited to check on my family after the attack and then left to start a very dangerous undertaking. One that I didn't think she should do and I told her so."

OOC: The reporter.


Or there's Robert Fortier, God rest his soul, who was the former first husband of Imitora;

He...he...he :twisted:

OOC: Well remember, Robert hasn't gotten in touch with him, and after the whole, Hoot-Robert-massive death problem... ;)

OOC: Imortia, the nature of the press and politico's is quite diffrent...hell most W.H. press reporters don't get a full question in...so 'public presence...I'm confused by the remark...not to say it's wrong just doesn't seem topical to me...

IC: This seemed to satisfy everyone, although some questions of why Jeff connected King James and Hubris or even a man from Imortia to this place called Hubris would likely fill editorial staff meetings for a few days.

The KCN reporter had other ideas of what might be going on.

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Jill had nodded at Dr. Niven's comment. "I'd say that was the water recedeing for the tidalwave of bad press he's going to have dropped on him by Harrison in the next twenty four hours. Jeff is going to come out of this looking like a battered amatur if he's lucky..."

(Hi ho, Hi ho,
its off to bed we go...)

He was desperate to maintain his outward composure, but a certain word did cause a trickle of sweat to bead off his forehead.

(OOC: Hmmmm... James and Katherine? Oooooooh, the intrigue! ;) Christin would kill everyone in a 10 mile radius. )

OOC: Well remember, Robert hasn't gotten in touch with him, and after the whole, Hoot-Robert-massive death problem... ;)

OOC: Yeah, we need to fix taht...get the whole gang back together...lol..and no...Christin would kill those drectly repsonisble...their family and friends...those who knew bu didnt tell and their family and friends....so it would more likely be about 20 or 30 miles...

The KCN reporter had other ideas of what might be going on.

(Oh dear, when the press starts getting other ideas, that can be bad ;) And sorry I missed ya, they threw me out of the office and I had to rush home

And Imi, so she'd be reasonable then... about as reasonable as an episode of "The Sopranos" :P )

Jeff, Weathers and James were led to a waiting car and quickly taken from the airfield towards Golden Agate.

Jeff looked at James and smiled,"That was kinda fun. That went pretty good."

(OOC: Hmmmm... James and Katherine? Oooooooh, the intrigue! ;) Christin would kill everyone in a 10 mile radius. )

((hehe...well, things were going just a bit too smoothly...I figured a little crush/lust/whatever you want to call it would be nice ;)))

James couldn't help but frown a little. "Jeff, I've been around IanCorp long enough that I know there wasn't..but...there wasn't anything to that allegation, right?"

((how on Earth did I think things were going smoothly? :?))

(That's true, it does add some spice to the mix ;) )

Jeff looked at James a minute and thought he was joking before it dawned on him.

"You.. you're serious," he said. "I like Ann, and I care about her because she's a friend, and someone who we've all gotten to know, some on better terms than others," he added with a wink. "But I love Katherine, I've never cheated on her."

James laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "No, no - of course I know. I was..just making sure, that's all. I didn't mean to imply.." He couldn't quite bring himself to say the word 'cheating'.

"Just making sure," he repeated instead.

Jeff smiled at James again, "OK, you've been acting awfully weird since we left Dad's," he turned to the driver in the front, "Take us to my apartment, Citadel Arms 42 in the Corp. sector."

"Yes sir," the driver said.

"We're going to go to my place, and we're going to get drunk, and we're going to try and forget the disaster that's hit us in the last week. And you're going to tell me what's eating at you. And then if I don't like it, you can throw me off the balcony."

James scratched the back of his neck again; he was starting to get a tiny red patch there.

"Um, yeah," he said. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." And it really didn't. The last thing he wanted to do was tell Jeff what was wrong - so, damn it, why couldn't he stop acting so suspiciously?

"I wonder what the fall off the balcony would do to your suit?" cut in Weathers, interupting James' train of thought. It wasn't unwelcome, however; James quickly tried to pick up the subject - it was hard.

"I suppose if his lapels were big enough, he could just glide away." Oh yeah, that's not lame - a lapel joke.

Jeff looked at Weathers a second, "Et tu Weathers?" he asked with a small grin.

Jeff chuckled at the lapel joke, "OK, slightly warped sense of humor, that's a new one. Usually I take up all the sad jokes. I could always retort that I'll just wear cargos and a t-shirt, but I sense... call it my special Force powers.. that you'd rather go to the embassy. OK, we'll compromise, you come over to hang out and have a drink or two and then you two can go to the embassy or wherever you want to stay."

Weathers just shrugged.

"I think I'd like some time alone to thi..." started James.

"...but I know it won't do you one lick of good," cut in Weathers. "You'd be best off to go and get drunk tonight. Well, maybe not drunk - but at least a little tipsy. It's been a hard time for everyone, you two most of all. You both deserve a chance not to think, and I'll make sure you get it."

James blinked. "I...I'm not used to be ordered around by my bodyguards," he said, though in a joking manner.

"Well, I suggest you get used to it," Weathers smiled. "Or else I'll call up Her Majesty, and I'll give you three guesses to what she'll say!"

Jeff laughed, "I'm not sure how she'll react to 'ma'am I've ordered your son to get drunk tonight'. But I think it's a good idea. Besides, we're just going to go to my place, it's not like we're going clubbing. You've been there before, so you know where everything is if you need it.

"Or Weathers and I could take you to this little strip club, you remember the one James, for Robert's bachelor party."

Both Weathers and James snorted - neither of them (not even James) was too fond of the Queen Mother. She was a good woman, in her own way, but she was also a member of Iansisle's reactionary elite. Now that Jessica was back on the Island, the two of them found countless things to nag James about. They were even starting to pollute young Alice's - James' youngest sister, who was just cresting twenty - mind. James wished he could send her off to live with Elizabeth and John in Noropia, but she was just too close to her mother and sister to be wrenched from their side and shipped off to one of the Dominions.

The strip bar, though, made him blush a deep crimson red. "If you're trying to convince me to get drunk, Jeff, that's bad tactics. Robert's bachelor party reminds me of Ic's - or, more specifically, the hangover and dressing down that followed."

"Yeah, but think of how much fun you had at the time. Don't lie, I saw you with Hooterzilla," Jeff grinned before continuing, "Dressing down? Dude, you're the king, and it's good to be the king baby."

The towers of the apartment complex were visable to the group as the limo pulled into the corporate zone. The towers weren't much further off and the car soon stopped in front of a pair of armored doors.

"This is our stop," Jeff said as he opened the door and followed Weathers and James out. He tipped the driver well, "We were never here and there was no discussion of drinking, savvy?"

The driver looked surprised at the sheaf of bills in his hand. "Um, yeah, gotcha."

The car pulled away and the trio entered the apartment complex, and took the elevator to Jeff's small two-bedroom apartment in the upper tier.

(and I'm out dude, g'night!)

“Fun must be a very relative term,” said James, slightly sullenly. Weathers had a good laugh at his embarrassment. Of course, it had been Brian who administered the mentioned dressing down - that was still a painful subject to think about.

Before the driver could get away, Weathers climbed back in. “To the Iansislean Embassy, please,” he ordered.

“Er, you’re not coming with us?” James asked.

“Nah, someone needs to keep a clear head, and I’m too temptable,” replied Weathers casually. “I’ll get in touch with His Excellency, see what’s shaking about Lark town.”

James looked slightly concerned. “You sure? I mean, don’t let me...”

“Nah, I’ll be find. You two have fun; I’ll be by with coffee to pick up the pieces in the morning.” And Weathers vanished in a cloud of smoke.

James followed Jeff quietly. He made a comment here or there about the paint color or some particularly new-fangeled contraption, but nothing really that could be considered a true attempt at conversation.

(night, Lark!)

OOC: Hey Lark, any plans to tie this in with the Pt. 5 thread? This could be a fun time to let James know Hoot's still alive.

Jeff watched James curiously while he mixed up a couple of drinks for the two of them. He picked up one of the remotes on the table and turned on the stereo, letting some classical jazz float through the apartment.

"So, one hell of a week going on huh?" he asked as he handed James a gin and tonic before he sipped his own.

Jill just shook her head...

***
A pair of blue eyes watched the screen a moment longer and closed.
Well here it comes


***
KCN Wire Report
Golden Agate-Larkina

Today Ambassador to Iansisle, Duke Williams returned to his native nation with stern words against the Presidential Canidate Harrison. Arriving with the Ambassador was His Imperial Majesty, King James of Iansisle. When questioned about his recent trip to Alcona and Hubris he was quick to defend his actions.

He was also quick to note that his actions were not related to any affair between himself and Baroness Winton. When pressed on the matter the Duke exploded acusing the press of making false accusations. At this time no wire reports or known news orginizations have published or even contemplated a story on the relationship between the two figures.

At present it is believed that Williams has advace warning of Harrison's counter attack and was bringing out the possiblity of an affair into the open.

Political Observer, Mark Hendrich had this to say..."It is obvious that Harrison has been planning on attacking Williams with allegations of an affair, if he chose to run against him. I would say that the accusation may have some basis, but not with Baroness Winton. After all the Barony of Winton is nowhere near the Isle of Hubris. As such one speculates that Williams is trying to see if his bluff will deter Harrison's camp from attacking him using what scant data they may or may not have...I mean he gave a list of people who have nothing to do with Hubris in any form. King James of Iansisle? he's never even set foot in the Klatch. No, I'd say that his Grace's campain is already facing serious problems...."

Jill just shook her head...

***
A pair of blue eyes watched the screen a moment longer and closed.
Well here it comes


***
KCN Wire Report
Golden Agate-Larkina

Today Ambassador to Iansisle, Duke Williams returned to his native nation with stern words against the Presidential Canidate Harrison. Arriving with the Ambassador was His Imperial Majesty, King James of Iansisle. When questioned about his recent trip to Alcona and Hubris he was quick to defend his actions.

He was also quick to note that his actions were not related to any affair between himself and Baroness Winton. When pressed on the matter the Duke exploded acusing the press of making false accusations. At this time no wire reports or known news orginizations have published or even contemplated a story on the relationship between the two figures.

At present it is believed that Williams has advace warning of Harrison's counter attack and was bringing out the possiblity of an affair into the open.

Political Observer, Mark Hendrich had this to say..."It is obvious that Harrison has been planning on attacking Williams with allegations of an affair, if he chose to run against him. I would say that the accusation may have some basis, but not with Baroness Winton. After all the Barony of Winton is nowhere near the Isle of Hubris. As such one speculates that Williams is trying to see if his bluff will deter Harrison's camp from attacking him using what scant data they may or may not have...I mean he gave a list of people who have nothing to do with Hubris in any form. King James of Iansisle? he's never even set foot in the Klatch. No, I'd say that his Grace's campain is already facing serious problems...."

Jeff watched James curiously while he mixed up a couple of drinks for the two of them. He picked up one of the remotes on the table and turned on the stereo, letting some classical jazz float through the apartment.

"So, one hell of a week going on huh?" he asked as he handed James a gin and tonic before he sipped his own.

James took the drink, but didn't sip it at once. "Yeah," he agreed. There didn't seem to be much to say, but he figured that anything was better than silence. "Really hard on everyone; I can't imagine what you're going through."

(Nice story A&H! ;) Sorry if I'm not on much for the next week or so, I've got final projeects, final study sessions and final mental strokes to have before finals start)

Jeff sipped his drink, "Yeah, well it's a little easier if I can keep busy, then I can try and block out the vision of Katherine in that tank of fluid, or the one of her bleeding at the crash..." Jeff's voice went quiet. "I let her down James," he tried to continue. "She shouldn't have been there. It shoulda been me. I thought if I sent her ahead, if anything was going to happen, they'd focus on me alone."

"It's not your fault, Jeff," said James, swirling his drink softly. He seemed to spend a lot of time saying that. "We can second guess ourselves from not until next Tuesday, but it'd just make things worse. You did what you thought best given the circumstances, but maybe it didn't turn out perfectly. It happens to the best of us, Jeff - and I know, because you are the best of us."

"I wish I could agree with you James," he said taking another sip and staring down into his glass. "Why'd it have to be her? She's never done anything to anyone. I'll do anything to get her back."

Would you really? the smirking voice replied to him as another piece of the mirror fell, Don't say it if you aren't willing to.

"Sometimes it just works that way," said James. "Sometimes a drunk driver runs over a three year old. Sometimes people do terrible things...sometimes they try to take away those things that are most precious to us." His voice cracked on the last part, something that hadn't happened for more than a decade.

He wasn't drunk (his glass was still full), but he was starting to lose control of his tongue. He on the verge of descending into his own misery deep enough to be unable to pull Jeff back from his.

"Yeah," Jeff said, his voice dropping down to a whisper. "It's never going to end, is it? First it was Kattie, then it'll be you.. or the children.. "

Jeff dropped his glass on the counter at that realization.

"I..." There was something wrong with what he had said. James tried desperately to remember just what that had been. "Jeff, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to clear his thoughts.

((I think I'm out, man. Got a whoppin' three hours of sleep last night..if you asked me what I just said, I might answer 'peaches and oranges?'...or something. 'Night!))

As James looked on the walls of Jeff's apartment, the first thing he noticed that was different from the last time he and Christin were there were the pictures. Jeff had taken down all of the pictures of himself and his parents. Some were replaced with pictures of Jeff, James, Niven, Christin, Katherine and the children, others were just blank spots.

"Nothing... everything," Jeff said as he picked up the pieces of the glass. "I'm going to get Katherine back from him, if I have to tear this country apart to get him.

"But will it stop there? What happens when he decides to come back after her? Or the children?"

(get some good sleep man! Later!)

James was more than a little worried now. He set his drink down to help Jeff pick up the pieces of his.

"Dad is working on making sure he won't be able to do that right now, Jeff," he said firmly. "We just need to play the part that was assigned to us, and do it the best we can." His words weren't making too much sense, even to him, but he kept fumbling along blindly.

"Right now Antony has tapped powers I can't even comprehend, much less defend against," he continued. A sharp piece of glass cut his right index finger slightly. He wiped the blood off on his pants and kept picking up the others. "I know Dad, and I know he'll be able to solve whatever mystery's waiting for him in London. We have our own part to play; we can't spend our time worrying about..."

James trailed off. He wanted to continue "what might happen" but...that involved Jeff's children. He wasn't yet a father himself, but he knew darn well that nothing would stop him worrying about any children he might have.

(Argh! If I have to look at another excel spreadsheet I think my eyes are going to pop out like that chestbuster in Alien! :shock: Sorry I haven't been on more lately.)

Jeff looked at James and offered him a towel after he cut his finger. "Yeah, we have our own obligations," Jeff said tired. There are always other obligations...

Yeah you do, a familiar smirk said, But it doesn't have to be that way. You should forget about the others. You should forget about your family. Antony.. he's your family. Your real family.

Jeff looked down at the shards of glass, sitting there like the pieces of his heart in his stomach. "All I can say is he'd better have tapped into the powers of hell. Cause I'm going to drop onto his life like God's own fury."

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The dropship closed in on London, the Thames river glinted out of the windows of the dropship.

Niven looked at Jill, "I think we're here. James said he'd have people ready to help if necessary."

Jill looked at Niven for a moment. The out at the approaching city, "Well we are going to first have to find the remains of the good doctor. And that means we need to head to the Old Bailey and the records office. Now, we could do this the hard and fast way or the slow and easy. I'd prefer hitting the sack tonight and getting to the Old Baily in the morning rather than sneeking in at night...."

Jill looked at Niven for a moment. The out at the approaching city, "Well we are going to first have to find the remains of the good doctor. And that means we need to head to the Old Bailey and the records office. Now, we could do this the hard and fast way or the slow and easy. I'd prefer hitting the sack tonight and getting to the Old Baily in the morning rather than sneeking in at night...."

"Yes, it is getting later on," Niven said as he surveyed the city from the dropship, "Why don't we stay in the *insert extravagant hotel here*" ;) (hey, it's Cele's money, why not? :P )

OOC: Sorry I need to go home after this one post...but that WFB entry took time...

IC: "The Ritz you say Dr. Niven? Dear me we do travel in luxury now don't we. Should we get ajoining rooms or just an entire suite to ourselves?" Jill seemed to be very coy at the moment.

(sounds like a plan, I'm probably gonna crash after I get home tonight too)

"Well we could always stay in the Best Western," Niven replied with a wink before grinning at her, "I say Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to... Hmmm.." he mused.

(OOC: Looks like the good doctor is up to his old tricks. Nice play. )

(Hey Cele! Just filling in the best I can until the real doc gets fired up again! I've tried not to screw things up too much)

(you are doing fine from what I have seen. Sorry but I havent read the last 52 pages. I should be up and running before long.)

(no worries man, I'm looking forward to it! The short of it is, Antony tried to kill Katana during the presidential election (who is now in a coma), then also tried to kill Katherine who is also in a coma in Dr. Niven's cybernetics tank (plus Antony basically tapped into the powers of hell and stole most of her soul). Jeff's getting ready to fake a presidential run to draw out antony and Niven and Jill are going to London to dig up the body of Jack the Ripper (who antony's in league with) *takes breath* whew...

Oh yeah, and Christin's pregnant ;) )

(WOW. Things have gotten a bit crazy. I like it :) )

(And this clusterf--- is brought to you, of course, courtesy of Gen. Johnson and everyone's favorite black ops group at Diablo Base. ;) Hope things are going good on your end!)

(sounds like fun. I should be up and running before to long.)

(Sweet! Oh, and the other thing I forgot in the recap, Alcona and Hubris is going to use Jeff's DNA to bring the Anti-Christ, or something thereabouts , into the world. Since we never have enough going on ;) )

(Sweet! Oh, and the other thing I forgot in the recap, Alcona and Hubris is going to use Jeff's DNA to bring the Anti-Christ, or something thereabouts , into the world. Since we never have enough going on ;) )

((Guess I am going to have to nuke them from space.))

(Ahhh, rational thinking at last! We missed ya Cele!

It's not A&H as much as it was a religious faction in the country. Spekaing of RP's, you'd mentioned a backstory about Niven knowing Jeff or something a while back. Did you want to pick that up in the future?)

(( Sorry, I got distracted by work. Yeah, I would love to do a back story for Niven, and perhaps have him having some knowledge of Jeff before this all began, giving him a reason for showing up at the knighting so long ago.))

(That's cool. At least work's calming down for ya. :)

Oh yeah (taking the advice all of y'all gave me), I'd emailed R.Talsorian about a possible CyberPunk novel, and while they don't publish novels, if I get a deal with another publisher, they told me we could work out a license agreement to use their works, so all I need to do now is finish it (I'm basing some of it on this RP) and get another publisher to look at it.)

(That's cool. At least work's calming down for ya. :)

Oh yeah (taking the advice all of y'all gave me), I'd emailed R.Talsorian about a possible CyberPunk novel, and while they don't publish novels, if I get a deal with another publisher, they told me we could work out a license agreement to use their works, so all I need to do now is finish it (I'm basing some of it on this RP) and get another publisher to look at it.)

((Sweet !!! Keep me updated.))

(Gotcha, I will. Plus if NivenCo just happens to have a fairly prominent spot in the book.... ;) Well, there's still a lot to do, but it's starting to come together.

And speaking of coming together, one totally out of left field, IC post ;) )


In Lyone

Antony and Dariana watched Jeff's impromptu press conference as it developed.

"He's looks tired, frazzled," she purred to him, "Just where you want him?"

"Not quite," Antony said, bouncing the jewel with Katherine's soul in it between two fingers. "I want him totally broken. His spirit, I want it crushed as I look into his eyes and drive the last stake into him."

"Is that what those vampires are for?" Dariana asked him.

"In part, it never hurts to have a few allies."

"And what are you going to do with this?" she asked pointing to the jewel.

"Maybe a little present," he said looking at her through it, "You'd look nice with a sapphire pendant."

"I could always hock it afterwards," she smirked.

((Feel free to keep running Niven for a while, I have a few things in the works, and I would not like to destroy the story's continuity.))

(You sure man? I mean, if you want to get started with Niven and his boys (some of the Van Helsing team is at Niven's estate watching the children, since Antony used this dark magic to get to Katherine after he put her in the coma), I have an idea of how to get Jeff to Antony, and the Diablo base crew gave Antony the Russian Mycotoxin from Neuromancer, just to make things interesting)

(( I am going to run some of Niven's orginizations and smaller players for a bit. You can see Niven through this story arc, at least for a while. You are doing a great job with him and I am very far behind.))

(OK man, jump in whenever you want to though. The next story arc will have Jeff far away from everyone else so if you want to jump in then...)

Dariana finished punching up the 'invitation' to Jeff and made sure to mail it to his campaign office from a post box far from the casino they were staying in.

It'd been a while since she'd seen her beloved Jeff, since just after the party to celebrate his demotion. The look on his face when she'd pressed the gun against his back was priceless, and now working with this new guy... it was just like who Jeff would have been, who he should have been, with her.

But he'd turned right in that fork in the road, while she went left, and now she was going to make him pay for turning back on her.

Niven's estate, Celeborne

The sound of the landing hoverdynes did not suprise Pridemore at all, infact they were a bit late.
Two combat units from the top secret team Horus had just landed. The commander entered the office a short time later "Mr. Pridemore ?". "yes Brother Stone ?"
"We are here and I have placed my men on patrol and protect missions. Is there anything else Dr. Niven would like for us to do ?"
"Make sure that nothing more happens to his daughter-in-law, and attempt to find that which has been stolen from her."
"Yes, sir." He turned briskly and left.

(For those of you who do not know, Celeborne is not a highly magical place, however a long time ago (Both IC and OOC) I sent units to train with many other countrys to learn magic (And I role played this out). The units that survived this training are Team Horus.)

(For the member of Team Horus trying to find what was stolen from Katherine, Antony was performing an act of black magic and stole most of her soul before Niven was able to get into the room. By then Antony had escaped back into the world of the dead (how he got into the compound in the first place) )

Upon hearing the news of the method of theft and escape from the divination officer Stone begins to curse. He then composes himself and turns to his aid "Get me a necromancer down here, and I want him here two weeks ago."
"Yes sir"

After Stone called for the necromancer, Conner walked into the room with a tiger in tow.

"Hi Misther," he said. "We saw you get here. Are you a friend of gampah's? This is Meow Meow." he said pointing to the tiger, "He belonged to my friend Ann, but now he's mine until she gets back."

" Hello Conner, yes I am a friend of your grand pa's." he looks a bit nervously at the tiger "I see you have a big friend there."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silver medalion and hands it to Conner "Your Grandpa told me to bring this for you. It will bring you good luck." He reaches in and pulls out several more " and these are for you siblings, would you make sure they get them, and be sure you wear it all the time."


((The medalions are standard anti-magic medalions. You can decide how powerful they are and how they work for your characters.))

"Cool!" Conner says as he takes the medallions, "Come on Meow Meow! Let's go find Julie and Marcus!"

Conner rushes out the door and the tiger turns to Stone and kinda shrugs in a cat-like way and walks out after him.

((OOC: Actually nuking me you would decidedly miss little miss Anti-Christ Celeborn. And your not the only one with orbital bombardment capablities. I should also note that I borrowed a Var from Lords of War who is somewhere about the Niven Estate at the moment. (They look like eightfoot demons) Somehow I just wanted Ann's assistant to betray her..
Oh and the ripper suspect we chose was Dr. Cream, who was a bit of a talented amatur necromancer himself...))

Jill looks at Niven and then down at her stuffed tiger. "Ah, am I trying to seduce you?"
She looks back up at Niven, "The question is do you want to be seduced?"

"Well that is the question," Niven mused with a wink to Jill. "It would be enjoyable, so I guess the answer would be 'probably'."

"I would hope that I would be more than just enjoyable...Dr. Niven."

"I'm sure you would be dear," Niven said with a smile as the dropship closed in on the Ritz.

(thinks about what Ann said regarding Jill.. wait a sec... :P )

(OOC: I doubt that a drop ship would get near the Ritz it's a bit too close to Buckingham. As for what Ann said...well that was before the Acadamy...and she might be intrested in both of them :wink: )

"Would be? Ah doctor I get the distinct impression that some restraint is holding you back. Is there a girlfreind in the picture or am I dense here?"

(Well, I was thinking the Ritz might have a helicopter pad that the dropship could land at)

"Holding me back?" Niven chuckled, "Not really dear, I just remember I'm old enough to be your father."

((OOC: Actually nuking me you would decidedly miss little miss Anti-Christ Celeborn. And your not the only one with orbital bombardment capablities. I should also note that I borrowed a Var from Lords of War who is somewhere about the Niven Estate at the moment. (They look like eightfoot demons) Somehow I just wanted Ann's assistant to betray her..
Oh and the ripper suspect we chose was Dr. Cream, who was a bit of a talented amatur necromancer himself...))

(( If it makes you feel any better, I am not really the nuking kind. My nation as a whole, is largely peaceful.
I am painfully aware that I am not alone in the orbital weapons game, heck my first 3 wars ended with those, lol.
I am not familiar with the Var, but if they have bodies they are going to have a hard time at the Niven Estate. Think of a crime lord with Bill Gates' money, a private army and ownership of almost all major military companies in a nation of well over 2 billion. Could be fun. Dr. Cream a necromancer, cool.))

(And now that Cele's here, I'll hand over flirting control of Niven back to the original ;) )

(Well, I was thinking the Ritz might have a helicopter pad that the dropship could land at)

"Holding me back?" Niven chuckled, "Not really dear, I just remember I'm old enough to be your father."

(Let's just say one exists in NS England...If this part winds up in your book you'll just have to drop them at one of the minor airports and have them ride in in a limo or something...)

"And what does that have to do with anything? Or are you saying you are my father?" She dropped her voice in a poor Darth Vader..."Jill..huhh...haaaa...huhhh...haa...I am your father..." She giggles a bit at her own joke.
"Really, we are both single consenting adults. I'm not some winsom 18 year old being wowed by the big city and the shiny lights. Maturity is the question here, and besides my odd need for...well humping a stuffed toy about...do you think I'm too immature?"

Niven leans back and releases a small laugh, " Darling, I think that you are working very hard to convince me, and I must say that is most flatering. So lets let the age issue go for a bit and just see what happens." He reaches down and scratches the little tiger behind the ears " and I think that you traveling companion is quite charming."

"Well you live at work, deal with confused hormone ridden teenagers all day, everyday, and the only adults you get to meet are your staff members and off limits. Let's just say I got a vibe from you and well..."

She looks down for a moment, embarassed"...I'm a bit needy in the companionship department at the moment"

She looks at the tiger and mummbles to it..."fricken curse...if I could chuck you out at ten thousand feet I would..."

Niven smiles nervously at the mention of a curse, and then rebounds with his smile " I see that you are in an interesting predicament. " Then touching her hand " There is no need for embarasment. There is a vibe..."

"Ah, that's good..." Her eyes seem to sparkle a bit as they look into Nivens..."It would be a shame otherwise..."

" Perhaps we should discuss the room arraingments over dinner ?"

"That's fine with me..."

((And Niven returns to the control of Larkinia :) ))

(I... er.. umm.. but you're doing so well! ;) )

( I am afraid that I do not know enough about what is going on to play it out properly. )

(gotcha, well when we hit the next arc, I'm sure Niven will want to get in on it ;) )

Early morning, Golden Agate

As the sun peeked over the Sandias Mountain Range, and Niven and Jill were... 'getting to know each other'... Jeff looked out over the city from the balcony of his small apartment. James hadn't said much last night, and he'd finally gone to bed in the guest room after Jeff had almost forced him. Jeff, meanwhile, had another night of unrest, of being unable to sleep, seeing Katherine's broken body over and over again. the nanites had turned the alcohol into fuel too quickly, as much as he drank he couldn't get the vision out of his mind.

James had been fairly quiet lately. Jeff couldn't put his finger on it yet.

It's because YOU let Katherine get hurt. It's because YOU were too busy trying to keep Ann from chasing after Antony that he was able to grab her soul. It's your fault, and James knows it. Jeff's ever present smirking reflection said. He just feels too much pity for you to ever tell you to your face. Besides, Ann died. Once again you found ANOTHER person to fail. It's getting to be a habit with you.

Jeff hated it, but he had to agree. It was his fault Katherine was on the verge of death, it was his fault he wasn't there for her, like so many other times. He'd failed his family far too often. If it wasn't for the rest of his family, dad and James.. Katherine and the children would have been dead by now.

Come on boy, it's time you atoned for your weakness, for your sins.

Jeff closed his eyes as another piece of the metaphysical mirror fell. Jeff could almost feel himself giving in to... what was it exactly. His reflection.. his dark side... the side of him that knew he wasn't human. What did the dream call it?

Some sort of mechanical half-breed..

Jeff tightened his grip on the rail as a tear ran down his cheek.

Come on boy, it's time you accept who you are. What you are.

Meanwhile, Jeff could almost hear the voice he'd heard at Jill's mansion again, and what it said.

You will lose everything in this world.. If he gave in to the smirking voice, to the one trying to tear his world apart.

Jeff walked back into the living room from the balcony when a knock came from the front door. He'd looked up from his coffee mug slightly surprised. 10:43 a.m.... must be Weathers coming back from his night on the town.

He looked back at the guest bedroom door, it must be nice to be King, James was probably still out like a light, since he didn't usually want to be woken up before.. say .. 1 p.m.

Jeff opened the door, but instead of Weathers, a man with a large envelope was standing at the door.

"A delivery for a Mister... Jeff Williams?"

"That's me," Jeff said as he took the envelope with a trembling hand and signed for it. The caffeine diet Jeff had been on was finally causing him to shake, in exhaustion... excitement... fear.. he didn't know.

"Thanks," he said as he closed the door. No return address... stamped in Lyone, near the sub base if I remember right.

I know who it's from.... the reflection sneered. And so do you!

Jeff opened the package. Pictures?

Pictures. Of Katherine before the crash, of the reenactment Antony had engineered, of some woman being sacrificed on an altar, of Antony... carving a pentagram into his chest?? Antony holding up a blue sapphire. As Jeff's rage built, he could guess what was in that.

The final two pictures were of Antony and Dariana in front of the Lyone University Medical Center, and of another woman, this one also wearing a crude mask to look like Katherine, stripped and tied to a bed, a crude bomb placed on her stomach and a note attached to the picture.

If you want to see your dear Katherine like this, keep running from me.

Jeff crumpled the pictures in his hand, his eyes turning into steel.

*ring ring*

Yes Master Jeffrey?

Jeeves, please ask Pridemore to send my pesonal aerodyne from Van Der Meere to the apartment landing pad.

Sir? But your election campaign...

.. Won't be diverted too long. I've got to pick up a couple of bags.

Jeff ended the call, A couple of scum bags

He walked into the master bedroom and slipped into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror he knew he didn't stand much of a chance as he was. He pulled out a vial and a hyposyringe.

He placed the syringe against his wrist and pulled the trigger. The crystal blue fluid shot into his veins, accelerating his heart rate, heightening his reflexes and clearing his mind. He picked up the duffel bag as he sped back into the living room to prepare for the aerodyne's arrival.

Here I come, ready or not mother f---er

Pridemore recieved the request shortly after sitting at his desk with his coffee.
"Of course Jeeves, I will have it sent over directly"
He sat the reciever back in it's cradle and clicked his computer into life.

[code:1:366946fcd3]

Send Master Jeffery's personal Aerodyne to his current location.

Add to manifest two pints of Z-98, also know as grey goo.

Add to manifest one trench coat, black, armored.

Add to manifest one 9mm smart gun with 6 clips.

Add to manifest one note with our best wishes.[/code:1:366946fcd3]

Pridemore wondered what the young master, his future boss, was up to this time. He knew it had something to do with Mistress Kathrine Good luck Jeffy. If you get killed your father will be sure to skin me, just before he turns where ever you die into a large radioactive crater

(it's not the dying that'll be the hard part, it'll be the bringing him back from the land of the Dead. ;) )

Jeff had just finished writing a letter and set it down on the table next to the purring coffeemaker as his wall monitor beeped, signaling the landing aerodyne.

Jeff placed two coffee mugs for James and Weathers next to the letter, they'd read it whenever Weathers got back and James woke up.

He picked up the duffel bag and entered the hallway, closing the door behind him. It was a bad time to leave a political campaign as it started, but Jeff didn't think about that. He was willing to give up everything to get Katherine back, he didn't care what it cost him anymore.

He walked up to the roof and ran onto the waiting Aerodyne. As he sat down he saw the small addition that was waiting for him on the next seat. He grinned as he threw on the trench coat, loaded the smart gun into his leg and slipped the two Desert Eagles Jill had given him into shoulder holsters, and then he grimaced as he looked at the pints of goo.

Oh brother

He turned to the driver, "Take me to Lyone. As fast as possible."

A few hours later, Jeff watched the rivers converge under the zooming aerodyne as they closed in on Lyone.

He was going back to his old stomping grounds, he didn't know the first place to go look for this guy, he was going to chase this guy around. It was a trap, and Jeff knew it. Jeff was going to die, he knew it as well, too many things were stacked against him in this scenario. It was like Ann told him...

He closed his eyes a moment. Ann... he did care about her, she'd saved his life, he and Katherine had gotten to know her, he cared about her like he did for James, and that tiger... he was something else. He should have jumped out of the truck before the dual started, should have pulled out his gun and drilled that other guy in the head about a dozen times before he killed her...

Thinking about Sir Meow brought Conner and the twins to mind. He was going to miss seeing them grow up. All he could hope for was to get that jewel away from Antony and somehow see that it got back to Katherine and somehow brought her back.

He put his head in his hands when he thought of Katherine, the way she felt to him, he loved her so much... he hoped she'd understand the turns his life took, why he was compelled to be the man he'd become. He hoped she'd forgive him for this, for all the times he'd failed her.

The coastline and Lyone twinkled in the distance as they approached.

*heh, nice use with Tracker in the other thread! I'm gonna crash and punch up the news report tomorrow. G'Night Cele!*

((Thanks !! Good night and I will see you tomorrow.))

((I'm not sure where to restart the Jill--Niven subplot yet...I was thinking morning his room... :wink: ))

***
In the bottom of the "flask" was a pressure switch, one activated when Jeff had smelled the contents. That switch was connected to a tracking device and a battery pack. As Jeff's aircraft made it's final approach to Lyone the timer caused the device to send out a short pulse of electro-magnetic radiation in several distinct frequencies, encoded was a time and GPS signiture.

one minute later, a small dot appeared on a screen. The elderly man sitting in the radio room looked at the dot, and the GPS tag. He turned to his right and hit the speaker button on the intercom...the submachine gun in his lap almost falling to the floor. The old voice made a wisp of sound as he spoke...
"Sir Henry please report to the radio room...subject is in transit..."

In cabin 18 Sir Henry stirred and looked down at the woman sleeping. He then looked out the small, square window at the shores of Leyone and had a wary smile. I'll give her a few more minutes... He rose out of his chair and walked out onto the deck. He was soon in the radio room looking at the screen.

"Send the activation signal...and call the tourists...they need to know about his arrival. Have they sniffed up anything?"

"Ah, yes...Sir Edgemore found a resident at Lyone University Medical Center who remembers a man in similar appearence with a woman hanging about and asking for their photo to be taken. A bit odd as they didn't appear to be staff..."

"Our first real lead, anything on the woman..."
"No, poor description..."
"Tell Edgemore to stake it out and send Badrock his way..."
"I already sent Phelps..."
"Well add Badrock, he's the only one in somewhat good physical shape..."
"Yes sir, and Dame Ann?"
"I'll get her up...I don't like relying on these damn chemicals but..."
"We were supposed to be chasing her not this Williams fellow..."
"Well, that pissant adel screwed that plan up...Now I need to go wake her before too long or I'll be needing stiches..." He turned away from the map of Lyone on the wall and back out the door.

***
A T.V. satalite near Lyone suddenly dropped off some static. The signal bounced down towards the flask. The flask began to give off signals every thirty second rather than every ten hours.

((I was thinking that might be the right place to restart that as well :) ))

The aerodyne softly landed at the Hilton. Jeff jumped out with the duffel and the bag Pridemore left for him and strode into the building.

After he bought the suite he wanted and was being led away, the manager slipped into his office to dial a number.

"Yeah, boss... you told us to call if anyone looking like you showed up at any of the hotels... yeah... well someone came in here and reserved the penthouse suite. Spitting image of you, except he didn' have no scars and he had hair.. yeah.. penthouse suite. Gotcha."

The man hung up the phone and looked at the tip Jeff had given him, damn it was gonna be a shame too.. this guy tipped pretty well.

OOC: Well I'll try to keep this PG...but...

(Oh, what is Dr. Niven's first name?)

Jill nuzzled the good doctor as she woke to the first few rays of sun coming into the window. She opened one eye and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read six ten. She pushed herself back down for a moment and realized they had a team member comming in from Lyone in less than an hour at Heathrow.

She rolled onto his chest, her pert brests liking the push across his chest. She stratled his thigh for a moment and gave the doctor a kiss, or an oral tonsillectomy, most would have a hard time guessing. "Wakey Wakey lover, we have buisness to attend to this morning. Not enough time for some morning nookie. Although the three servings last night was quite fun."

She pushed herself up off of him. Looked down with a slight smile and just shook her head. What was it about dashing older men with scottish brouges that made her, well a bit wild.
Oh, well...forgot to use protection but...is my contraception rod up to date, or should be...

She finished getting out of bed. Her hips swinging and her long legs streaching out towards her gear. She pulled out a pair of kaki pants, a white blouce and a sports bra. The bra appeared to have an attached knife.

Her nude figure was fully outlined by the sun outside the window, as she riffled through her bag. An athletic body with no fat and a dancer's legs. She was heavier than one would expect, mussle tended to do that to a girl. She had demonstrated how limber she was last night, illustrating several postions of the Karma Sutra that most believed were impossible.

She turned and streched for a moment, and then walked towards the bathroom.

Her back was then lit by the new daylight. The scars on her back seemed to make an odd form of an A under her shoulder, one running strait down from shoulder to hip.

"I got first dibs on the shower...we'll have to save the showering together bit for later..." She looked down at the doctor with a look in her eye as she spoke. The same one she had used last night when pouncing on him.

She partially closed the door and the water in the shower came on...

Her head poked back out the door and she pointed at the stuffed tiger. It was sitting in the chair, as though it had been watching the activities of last night. Her head vanished and the sound of the water changed as she stepped into the shower.

If Niven listened carefully he might just start to hear someone singing "I new a lass her name was Katie, I asked her to marry...
she said she would not, for I had bedded Terry...

***
Twenty minutes after landing an elderly man hobbled into the Hotel lobby with a book and took a seat. He looked at his watch, nodded his head at a few guests and took a seat. He then buried his face behind the book and waited. Someone with very good hearing would have noticed a slight hum...

***

(I'll give Cele the chance to respond to that first ;) Thanks for the PG rating.. my employment thanks you :P and Dr. Niven's first name is Devon)

Twenty minutes after landing an elderly man hobbled into the Hotel lobby with a book and took a seat. He looked at his watch, nodded his head at a few guests and took a seat. He then buried his face behind the book and waited. Someone with very good hearing would have noticed a slight hum...

Jeff popped his neck as he sat down in the suite, he had no idea how he was going to start this. It'd been a long time since he'd been in Lyone, and he wasn't too sure of his bearings. Plus living in the Hilton wasn't going to help his cred where it counted.

He slid the ancient sword and scabbard across his back, and pulled the armored coat over him before walking out into the hallway and jumping in the elevator to the lobby.

(( Point of referance for this story if needed http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=134884&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=260 last post on the page)

Tracker was starting to feel the effects of an intrupted nights sleep on top of a combat mission. His eyes felt he had used sandpaper to clean them.
The thick taste of coffee and nicotine made him long for a tooth brush, or at least some steel wool.
Salvation came to him in the form of an all night gas station and convience store on the side of the road. As he pulled in he noticed several trucks that had been lowered to the point that the bumpers almost touched the ground, "not much use as a truck" he said in a low voice and allowed himself a chuckle as he walked into the store.
He grabbed a bottle of mouth wash, a new pack of smokes and a couple of sodas on his way to the counter. A nervous clerk checked him out and then whispered to him "be careful out there, Little owl. These men mean you no good."
Tracker looked at the man in disbelief," What did you say ?"
"$10.95 please" the confused checker said.
"No, you called me Little Owl ? how did you know that name."
"I never said any such thing, are you on drugs ?"
"Not yet, but the day aint over."
He walked out shaking his head. He looked up just in time to see a punk with flaming orange hair wave a gun under his nose.
"Give me the sack and your wallet and we might let you leave with most of your major organs."
Tracker, still a little disturbed from his strange conversation looked up and uttered "What ?"
The punk poked the barrel of the gun in his forehead with enough force to raise a welt and cause a trickle of blood to rise up and go down the side of his eye. The punks friends started laughing. "I said give me your sh*t, what are you, retarted ?"
Tracker did not even think, to many years of combat training took over his sleep deprived and addled brain. His cybernetic enhanced leg launched into the punks groin with enough force to stop a truck, and the pucks paints erupted with urine and blood. Two 9mm pistols came flying out of his jacket and painted the other punks with red dots.
"I have something to take care of, and do not have time for this. Will you guys give me a rain check ?"
The other punks were already running to thier trucks to retrieve weapons or just leave.
He replaced the pistols in thier holsters and pulled out a pair of grenades, that he casually threw into the backs of the two trucks. He picked up hi bag and was in his car when the trucks erupted. A few moments later he was on the road.
"Little Owl, no one called me that but my gramma. I think I need a vacation." This line of thought was interuped by a womans voice screaming "My babies, I have to get back to my babies....Conner....Jeff where are you?"
He was hitting 120 mph when he looked up and saw an exit for Lyone.

Jeff stepped out of the elevator and walked into the lobby, he looked around a few seconds before stepping out into the street. He flagged down a cab, "Take me to Lyone University Medical Center."

"Sure, no problem bub."

The cab started to pull away as jeff looked out the window while the rain started falling. Must be nice living here, it was never this easy to get a cab before

((This may be a short reply, but this setting is not my strong suit.))

Niven slipped out of bed and put on his robe. He snuck over and peeked in the shower "Oh, lad you are a lucky boy" Whistling he called for room service and ordered breakfast to be sent up.

The cab flew through the city on route to the University. Jeff's eyes fought to stay open at times as the exhaustion set in.

"You all right bub? You look like death."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jeff said as he looked up. In the reflection of the rear-view mirror, he saw a motorcycle a few lengths back, didn't he see it at the hotel? He couldn't remember.

"I'll pay you double if you lose this bike behind us."

-----

In the hotel suite...

The shadows in the room grew longer, a moment later Antony stepped into the room from the growing shadows. He chuckled to himself as he looked back through the shadows and saw the door to Deadside still open.

"Well, what have we here?" he said as he started rummaging through the bags in Jeff's room.

((Quick question. Where is Lyone in relation to the Golden Agate ? How far away is it, and are there any special cirumstances involved in getting there ie. is it surrounded by water or anything ?))

*ack :P*

(Nope, just leave mountains driving north and follow the river...

http://www.geocities.com/larkinia/map.htm and sorry the pic is so poor)

The cab flew around a couple of corners, the person on the motorcycle was unable to keep pace as the cab ran through a red light near the university.

The cycle stopped at the intersection, the tinted faceplate flipped up and piercing eyes, framed by a shock of blonde hair, looked out to the cab.

"He's on his way to the University," Dariana said into the throat mic.

-----

He's on his way to the University

"Of course he is," Antony said to himself with a grin as he looked around the room. "It's where we were in the pictures we sent him, he'll look around there for us."

Antony laid a box on the bed for Jeff, then picked up a pint of the grey goo from one bag and looked at it curiously. "how very odd," he said as the bag squished in his hand. He put that down and picked up Jeff's 8 gauge shotgun from the duffel bag along with the solid slugs he'd packed. He picked up a flask from the bag and opened it, taking a sniff he had to fight down the urge to gag. He set the flask back in the bag. No need to take whatever hellacious alcohol he's got in there..

"Aside from his booze, I like this guy's taste," he said as he stepped back into the shadows with his new acquisitions.

((Thanks for the info. How long of a drive do you think it would be ? I just want to keep somethings realistic :) ))

(Hmmm... maybe... 8 from GA to the edge of the mountains and another 8-10 to Lyone... or about 50 minutes the way I drive :P )

(( I hope you do not mind me borrowing the mind of katherine for a bit))

Jeff....Where are you..Jeff

"damn Jeff, where are you." Tracker said laughing to himself. Before he could slip into a fit of hysteric laughter he knew where Jeff was, who Jeff was, and was beginning to understand why Jeff was. He felt as if his head was going to split open.
"Holy sh*t. It is the bosses boy....."
He hadn't realized that he had closed his eyes. He saw the ditch aproaching, but it was to late to stop the vehicle. Then it was dark again.

"Little Owl, wake up boy." It was gramma....but she was dead.
"Boy, it is not time for you to rest. You gotta go help that woman get back to her man and her babys. They need you, boy."
"But, gramma I am so tired"
"I don't give a flip for tired, boy. Now, you stop feelin sorry fo' yourself and get up and go. You have more gifts than you know, and this journey will help you to understand them. Now go !!"

He woke up a few feet from the mangled wreckage that was his car. He checked himself over, a few cuts and bruises, but no major damage. And he still had his gear.....And the direction in his head. Except now he knew where the woman and Jeff were.

He started walking

(Sure dude, you can borrow her mind ;) And check your TGs)

((Responded to, thanks Lark.))

(No worries :) )

Jeff stepped out of the cab and quickly paid the driver as he looked at the medical school building.

The cab sped off as Jeff tried to get his bearings.

"Hey you!" one of the guards yelled as he stormed over, "I thought I told ya to get the hell outta... Oh, I'm sorry sir. You look like someone who'd caused some commotion here a couple days ago. He looked a lot like ya, except he was bald, and had some scars..."

"Where... did he say where he was going? Who he was?"

"Nah sir, called himself Jack."

Jack? What in the hell?

-----

The cabbie sat at the corner of the university, counting the money he got when the motorcycle stopped next to him.

Dariana pulled off her helmet. "Well?"

"I don't think he thought a thing about me," the cabbie said.

"You made it awfully easy to get a ride," she said. "He might suspect something."

"Nah," the man said. "He was too exhausted to deal with that. I coulda driven him right to the mills and he'd have never known"

"But you were still sloppy," she sighed.

Two quick *Pffts* whispered from her jacket into his head. He slumped backward. She reached down and took the bills from his hand and closed his eyes, giving him the appearance of taking a nap.

"Too damn sloppy," she said driving away.

Tracker stumbled into another gas station. He cursed the cowboy boots he had choosen to wear.
He walked to a payphone a dialed in a number that he had long ago forced into his memory.
"Uncle Devon's all night candy shop, how can I help you ?" Said a cheerful voice on the other end.
"Tracker, omega-delta-sparrow"
"Cleared." The voice was no longer friendly, it was all business.
"I need a pick-up and delivery"
"Reason"
"Details not available, Niven 2 in danger"
The voice sounded nervous now "Approved. Anything extras ?"
"Nope, but speed would be appreciated"

At a Niven industries subsidiary in Larkinia, an AV-9 Aerodyne launched.
15 minutes later it was landing at a lone gas station, much to the suprise of the attendant.
Tracker Jumped in and they were off.
"ETA , 20 minutes sir"
Tracker leaned back and tryed to relax.
I know you are there. It was the woman's voice again, and now she was speaking to him. He was starting to understand why Sanchez took sleeping pills. Help him, he can save me. help him
His eyes opened as the aerodyne was landing.
He jumped out and looked at his suroundings. It looked like a college of some type, and there was a cab driver asleep at the wheel.
He moved towards the target in his head. Jeff was close now.

Jeff looked up as the aerodyne landed in the near distance.

What in the hell? His first thought was Niven had left Jill in London and come after him. He had to convince him to go back to help Jill with their part of the plan. He jogged over to the area that the aerodyne was landing in.

(Uncle Devon's... Oh I love it!)

(And now a discription of what Jeff sees)

Stepping out of the aerodyne is a man dressed in cowboy boots, blue jeans , a t-shirt (black, of course), and a military jacket.
He has short dark hair, and well tanned skin. He also has a lump on his forehead and blood stains on his face and boot.
There is something odd about his face, however. He looks very much like someone Jeff knows. It is a resemblance in the eyes, and the facial structure.....
He extends a hand to Jeff and seems oddly relieved.
"Glad to meet you sir. I am Tracker, I work for your father, and I have been sent to help you save" He hesitates for a moment " A woman. She said that I needed to get to you, she said you could help her. She seemed really worried about the babys. I am not sure what all of this means, sir, but I know where the voice is comming from."
As the light from the aerodyne pass by, Jeff will notice that he looks like a young, well tanned Niven............

Jeff looked at Tracker for a minute, Holy crap, knock about 30 years off of dad or so, and this could be him... I'll have to ask dad about yet another possible brother..

Jeff shook the man's hand, "Hi I'm Jef..."

He was cut off by the man's next statement, "You do??? You know where she is?? Is she all right?? Where is she?? We've gotta move it!" Jeff turned to the cab and recognized the cabbie. He shook the man to wake him up, but looked surprised when his head flopped forward and the grey and red ooze started falling on the seat.

"Ok... we need to get our own ride."

Tracker falls back into military mode when the questions start flying " I do not know her condition, but I can guess that she is in danger due to the nature of her communication. I know her location, but I do not know the name of it. Imagine having a map that showed only your location and the location of your target. No other details. That is what I know. " He began to kick himself inside for not having the aerodyne wait...He then looked over at the taxi.." I think we have our ride." He pulled the driver out and left him on the side of the road.He then slid into the drivers seat. "Sir, are you ready ?"

Shit! Kattie's... she's...

"Almost ready," he said, the panic spiking his adrenaline, as he opened the passenger side door and jumping in. "Let's go."

-----

Antony sat in the office of the mills, the smell of molten steel forever wafted through the room.

I have something for you... The inhuman voice said from behind him.

"What? I have everything I need."

Something you might need to deal with your brother

Antony turned to the desk, sitting on the desk was a sword in a scabbard. Antony drew the blade and looked at it, steel as black as night, almost like the darkness was dripping from the blade he noticed the blade was... was glowing black

Your nemesis carries a very special weapon, you'll need this to counter it. It is credited with slaying the previous wielder of the blade he carries...

(I know the Yautjas killed him Imi, it's just following the idea ;) )

Antony turned and the two vampire warriors that were sent to assist him stood in the room.

"I want you two to get ready, he's in the city, he'll be here soon if he follows the clues.. or the body count."

antony led the two men into a small room, where two young women were cowering. "But first, I thought you'd like to eat." he grinned as he locked the door after he walked out.

The taxi was red lineing as Tracker pushed it as hard as it would go gods, but I hope there is enough fuel in this thing...Should I try to start a conversation? And then he began to speak, he could hear his voice, but it was like being in the back seat of a car while someone else drove...
"Jeff, becareful if I do not make it you are going to have to take care of the babys." When tracker spoke something eerie came into Jeff's view, his mouth was shaped like Katherine's......
And then it ended and Tracker was back in control of his mouth, but not his mind...Little Owl, this man is your brother, and your responsability. You have a blood bond that neither of you understand yet. His fate is your fate, make sure he makes it home. Tracker whispered,"yes gramma".

Jeff just shook his head and closed his eyes, "You're gonna make it sweetheart," he whispered. "you're gonna be all right. I'm sorry about all of this..."

I'm going to rip Antony apart limb by limb, with the greatest of joy I'm going to send him back to hell...

The car shot into the industrial park near the naval base, a huge abandoned steel mill was looming ahead.

((Sorry if I take some libertys with the connection between Tracker and Jeff. I really hope that you do not mind to much...))

Tracker brought the car to a screaching stop. "she is here."
He reached under his jacket and pulled out a sawed off pistol gripped 8 gauge shotgun.
"Shall we go get her ?" He slid out of the taxi and started scanning the area Damn I wish Aaron was here...

(no I love it! In fact, check your TG's about that. ;) )

Jeff was already out of the car when Tracker asked the question. "yeah, let's get her back.

Jeff looked up at the steel mills, "I don't care if I have to rip this place apart, she coming back with us...." he turned to Tracker, "Is she scared? If you can tell her.. tell her we're coming for her... tell her not to be afraid."

Jeff walked up to the doors and threw them back, literally they ripped off the hinges.

-----
A red light came on in Antony's small room, he looked at one of the monitors and saw the doors fly open, "Clever boy," he said quietly. "He figured it out fast."

He stepped out into one of the hallways, Dariana was standing in front of him with a very large rifle.

"One shot," he said to her, "First clear one you get."

She nodded and pulled Antony down to kiss him. "Don't worry love, I'll finish this job," she said before the two went their seperate ways.

-----

The vampires had just finished their meal and heard the doors fly open far below.

"it's time"

"Yes it is, time to finish what Christian started so many years ago."

They stepped into the shadows of the room and shimmered away.

(Your t-gram has been responded to)
"She is scared, I will try to tell her we are comming, but that may not be safe. Some of these people have men who can read thoughts.."
Tracker stepped back as the doors flew off the hinges "Nice upgrade"
He clicked on his low light vision and targeting scope, the barrel of his shotgun peeping out next to Jeff.
"I hope they are not expecting company."

((this gets even better, do you remember in the original description of the team that Tracker is a part of I mentioned that they all had Van Helsing tattoos....))

(And replied to, brilliant, just totally brilliant!)

"I don't care if they know I'm here. I'm going to tear this country apart to find her," he said quietly, he reached inside the jacket and pulled out the two desert eagles.

Jeff stepped into the building, scanning the hallway with his low lights and infrared visions, "Clear" he whispered before stepping ahead.

Tracker began using a trick that Sanchez had taught him, he started scanning for words. It was a type of tracking so he was quite good at it. He started with standard things like kill, life, food, and colors. At the same time he was scanning with his cyber optics.
he followed Jeff in after the all clear.
Jeff, are you comming...the babys."He is comming"

"She knows you are comming....It seemed to calm her. Go this way" He said pointing him in the direction that he felt her .

Knowing that Katherine knew he was coming seemed to calm Jeff, "won't be long now."

Jeff turned down another corridor. He stopped suddenly, he saw.. he thought he saw someone that looked like him at the end of the corridor.

One wave of a hand holding a jewel confirmed the worst to Jeff.

"You bastard!"

Jeff sprinted down the corridor toward him, picking up the pistol and firing at him. Tracker heard a very soft *click* when Jeff went down the hallway

The man vanished down a side passage. Jeff hit the corner at full blast, there was a cloud of smoke and something glimmering very slightly in the smoke... some kind of grid...

Oh shit!

Jeff dropped and came to a screeching halt, reaching out to stop Tracker if he'd been following.

Jeff looked at what parts of the grid he could see. He reached out and suddenly jerked his hand back, looking down he saw a grid pattern of blood oozing from his hand.

"Monofilament razor wire," Jeff growled, "F---er did his homework on me."

"Son of a b...." Was all Tracker got out before he came to a screeching halt.
He looked at the monowire and wished for Runners tech kit..

"Any ideas ?"

And then his face tranformed into a mirror likeness of Niven's when he was angry. He seemed to sniff the air for a moment and then he spat out a single word "Vampires".
He could feel Katherine moving away from him..think Damnit, Think..

And then it struck him. He put his shotgun away and pulled out his twin 9mms. He activated his cybersights and started firing at the wire's anchor points in the walls.

Jeff watched as the wire fell to the ground.

"Vampires... great. Just what we need." He stepped over the wire and opened a door, a door that appeared to lead to a main corridor. He peered in, he scanned as quickly as he could.

"Looks clear," he said before slipping into the hallway. The next thing Tracker saw was Jeff jerk back like he'd been shot.

-----

Dariana had been sitting in the third story of the large corridor when the door opened. She heard the hinges creak a little and hoisted the rifle up. She'd trained the scope on Jeff as he looked out, but he ducked back before she could fire.

A second opportunity materialized when he stepped through, she aimed for his chest, just above where the armored jacket closed and pulled the trigger...

-----

Jeff fell back onto the ground, a dart was sticking out of his chest. As he hit the ground the fluid in the dart shot into Jeff's system. he looked from his spot on the ground and saw a brief flash of blonde hair as the woman slipped into a room.

f---ing bitch... she's next...

Tracker grabbed his shotgun and ran down the corridor, he lept over Jeff and landed on his knees on the other side of the door. He could not see anyone so he returned to Jeff.
Seeing the dart sticking out of his chest, he carefully removed it.
"Jeff, are you dead man ?"

Dariana spoke into the throat mike as she left the area, "Perfect shot."" she told Antony.

Antony picked up a landline and dialed a number.

-----

Jeff pulled himself up after Tracker pulled the dart out.

"Not by a long shot," He grinned at him. "As long as she thinks I'm dead, we have an adva.."

Jeff shook his head a second. he tried to kick in the low light vision again, but it was fuzzy, the infrared was a little better... Jeff's arm tensed up as every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire.

His cell implants rang, it hurt.. like someone hit him in the head with a hammer...

WHAT??!!

You like my present Jeffie? Antony's voice said on the other end of the line.

What present?

Something our friends at the project gave me. You should have watched the news more Jeff. That clip I released of them hiring me to kill Katana. They gave me a little toxin they'd been working on to... well you'll find out. Ta ta.

*click*

Son of a bit*h. If the Boss's kid bites it on my watch, I am done for
"You have bigger things to worry about than that, Little Owl. Keep him going."

"Come on Jeff, You can do this. She needs you." Tracker reached into his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a ketchup package "Eat this, it might help."

((If Jeff eats it he will notice the flavor of grey goo))

Jeff tore open the packet and slammed down the goo inside. "Mmmmm, just like mom's apple pie," Jeff grimaced. He reached down and hit the button on his cyberleg, releasing the nanites stored there to get to work.

He stood back up, "Where is she now?" (not too far away)

Tracker points without hesitation, "she is that way".

He gives Jeff a concerned look and then brings his shot gun back on line.

"Stay close this time.."

((I think the forum lag has gotten us. I am going to be off for the weekend, but feel free to play Tracker and/or Niven as needed))

Jeff nods and steps forward towards the room that Tracker points to. He pushed open the door into a large room. He looked in and there were more people in the room. Two men were floating above an altar. One nudged the other and they both looked at Jeff.

"All right," Jeff muttered.

((Gotcha, Part 7 will probably be up and running by then, cause there's not much further for this until it starts up.))

(Oh and A&H, feel free to have Ann and her team show up whenever you think they would get there.))

(*blushes* Hello, all. I'm back - for the most part. Er, I hate to be a bother but...is there anything I ought to be doing?

Sorry again for not being about lately!)

They hadn't paid attention to the rented auto following them to the steel mill.

***
Team one...indentify and locate the central control room and compressor area.... called out from a radio as two elderly gentlemen pushed forward into the complex.

From under the massive concrete bunkers of coal imerged a figure in a clock hat. The eyes were covered by a pair of odd goggles. "What have we got..."

"Nothing much...this part of the plant appears to be shut down...no thermal...wait...I've got two thermals running about 250 yards north, northwest."

The voice came from the shadows. There a few men seemed to crouthc looking for anyone or anything to appear.

"I'm going in..." the female voice said as the figure began to stride across the empty rail yard. From the left arm hung an squad support gun.

***
Jill appeared from the bathroom dressed and refreshed. She was humming a tune and then stopped. "Ah Devon, what is Jeff upto right this second?"

The small voice had changed Highgate 36699...Highgate 36699...Highgate 36699

(*blushes* Hello, all. I'm back - for the most part. Er, I hate to be a bother but...is there anything I ought to be doing?

Sorry again for not being about lately!)

(Let's see... Jeff left James asleep in the guest room of the apartment and left a letter for him on the table with a couple of coffee mugs for him and Weathers to have some coffee. Niven's got a team in Golden Agate in case James wants to go to Lyone after Jeff ;) )

Jill appeared from the bathroom dressed and refreshed. She was humming a tune and then stopped. "Ah Devon, what is Jeff upto right this second?"

The small voice had changed Highgate 36699...Highgate 36699...Highgate 36699

Niven sipped his coffee and closed his eyes, reaching out to Jeff with his mind like he'd done before when Jeff had been kidnapped. After a moment, Niven opened his eyes with concern, "He's there," he said quietly. "He's with Antony now..."

-----

The two vampires stood back as Jeff and Tracker slipped into the room, keeping their guns trained on the floating pair.

"Ahhh, hello Jeffie," a voice boomed in the room. Jeff glanced around trying to find it. He tried to stay focused, the toxin flooded his system, all of his cybernetics burned, it felt like he had molten lead in his veins.

"So is this the part where we get to talk out our feelings?" Antony asked, "The part where you get to tell me how much of a bad guy I am and ask me to change for the better?"

Jeff thought he saw a glimpse of the man behind some of the old packing crates

"Cover me," Jeff said to Tracker quietly and nodded towards the vampires. "No, this isn't" Jeff replied hoisting up the guns and moved around some of the crates.

"This is where I'm gonna blow you to hell."

Antony stepped into the shadows and vanished, but his voice was very close to Jeff now.

"You want to know about hell? Let me take you there..."

Jill hit her head against the window a few times. "What the bloody hell does he think he is doing?" She sighs..."well thank the spirits or whatever that they are on ourside. Next stop, Highgate cemetary..."

She starts to arm herself, putting a shoulder holster on...

The gray clad figure pushed through an open door into what had once been a machine shop. She walked down the center of the large hall. Lathes, drill presses and other equipment stood in silence. Illuminated only by the cellsory windows above. She stopped as the sounds of feet treading down metal stairs could be heard.

She stepped behind a massive verticle lathe and raised her support rifle. Waiting for the figure to cross the end of the shop.

The gray clad figure pushed through an open door into what had once been a machine shop. She walked down the center of the large hall. Lathes, drill presses and other equipment stood in silence. Illuminated only by the cellsory windows above. She stopped as the sounds of feet treading down metal stairs could be heard.

She stepped behind a massive verticle lathe and raised her support rifle. Waiting for the figure to cross the end of the shop.

"Something had to have changed," Niven said as he stood up. "I'll get cleaned up in a second."

Niven walked into the shower and closed his eyes a moment.

Don't give up son, your mother would never forgive me...

((OOC: I'm going to Rp Deila (?) for a second in my next post...))

Jill threw on a jacket and pulled a folding shovel out of a duffle repacking it. "We need to move fast if we can..." Jill yelled over the running of the shower.

(who's Deila?)

Niven had just finished strapping on his bulletproof vest and threw on a shirt and jacket, "I'm right behind you," he said, picking up his own bag.

-----

Jeff turned around to the voice, it came from the shadows, he tried to kick the low light vision back in, but the view was crackling and blurry.

The two vampires looked at Tracker and slowly started to descend towards him. Tracker pulled out the shotgun and fired two solid slugs into the vamipres, who turned to mist as the slugs passed through them.

((Who's the girl who shot Jeff with the chemical?))

Jill was out the door with a backpack on and obviously a few weapons in a duffle bag. She hit the down button on the elevator. The stuffed tiger peaked out from his place in the backpack, even if no one had actually seen who had put him there.

(Oh, Dariana, yeah go for it)

((Ah, good deal. If I fudge some of the details, just smack me upside the back of the head ;)))

James awoke the next morning with a headache. He was having a hard time remembering what happened last night. After a few moments of getting up energy to move, he rolled over, swung his legs out, and stood with a groan.

He stumbled out to the dining room with a hand to his back. Neither Jeff or Weathers were around; they must still be asleep. James saw the letter on the table and picked it up curiously.

James recognized Jeff's handwriting on the envelope.

For James

(Oh, Dariana, yeah go for it)

Dariana walked into the Machine shop, down from the overhead galleries. As she swung the rifle over her shoulder and hurried forward to get in on the fun the sound of a distinct *click* could be heard.

Dariana attempted to turn but stopped as a voice ordered..."Stop. Take your rifle by the barrel and place it on the floor..."

***
Jill and the doctor stepped into the elevator. She leaned up against the polished wood wall and closed her eyes.

Damnit, stupid, stupid stupid! How can I be this f---ing sloppy...

She bent down and put the rifle on the ground. "I shoulda expected it..." she whispered bitterly.

Niven looks at Jill a little concerned, "You all right dear? what's wrong?"

James recognized Jeff's handwriting on the envelope.

For James

James started to feel a distinct bit of dread in the pit of his stomach. He used his index finger to tear it open and removed the sheet of paper (/other contents) inside.

The voice continued..."Now kick the rifle down towards the open door down at the far end of the shop..."

***
Jill opened an eye..."Your son has just made our lives about 1000 times more dangerous...we are not going to have the luxury of actually attempting to avoid the traps on the grave. We are going to have to plow through and hope that the bobbies don't take offense to us digging around one of their graveyards. Oh, and we have to find grave 36699 Highgate cemetary...in a country that let most of their graveyards become overgrown messes."

(Still working on that reply for I-man ;) )

Dariana kicked the rifle away from herself. "why not shoot and get it over with."

-----

Niven sighed, "Yes, he does have those tendancies. Maybe it'll work out though, if this necromancer is too busy focusing on Jeff, then he might overlook us snooping around."

(Still working on that reply for I-man ;) )

(Take your time, man. I'm still working on the umpteen billion WC matches I missed...including the one where Tanah Burung laid the righteous smacketh down 4-1 in Loro Sae ;))

(Still working on that reply for I-man ;) )

Dariana kicked the rifle away from herself. "why not shoot and get it over with."


"Because your boyfreind and I are old aquaintences...I wouldn't want to be blowing the head off someone he still want's to f*** now would I? However, piss with me and I will cause you to realize that he's an amatur in the pain department..."

The grey cloaked figured imerged from behind the vertical lathe, the squad support gun looked something like an oversized assult rifle or a mini-SAW both would have been appropriate descriptions...The smoked glasses and broad brimmed had made the figure a featurless creature. Only the voice hinted at being a female..."Now why don't you led me to Mr. Williams, we have buisness to attend to..."
-----

Niven sighed, "Yes, he does have those tendancies. Maybe it'll work out though, if this necromancer is too busy focusing on Jeff, then he might overlook us snooping around."

She sighed..."Yes, it's the provibial dead traps I'm worried about. The spells already cast waiting to unleash something against us, without any input of the late Dr. Cream."

The elevator doors opened and Jill strode forward through the lobby and up to the door man..."Cab please..."

"This early in the morning..."
"Yes..."
"Alright, miss..."

James recognized Jeff's handwriting on the envelope.

For James

James started to feel a distinct bit of dread in the pit of his stomach. He used his index finger to tear it open and removed the sheet of paper (/other contents) inside.

James recognized Jeff's handwriting on the letter, although it was very broken, like he was trembling when he wrote it.


Dear James,

I'm sorry I didn't wake you up to tell you this, I guess I want to let you get some sleep. You looked like you needed it.

Everything that's happened, Katherine and the car, in Celeborne because I was too frantic trying to keep Ann from getting herself killed, which I failed at anyway. The children are always going to be in danger, and what happens if Antony comes after you? It's all my fault. I can't bear the thought of anything else happening to you or the children, or Katherine or what's left of her.

I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect Katherine, I'm sorry I failed her when it mattered.

By the time you read this I'll probably be in Lyone. I have to get her back, and I'm going to finish Antony. Someone's got to stop this maniac before he does anything else.

My legal papers are filed with Iansislian and Larkinian authorities if necessary and Jeeves has instructions on the disposition of my estate.

I'm so sorry about everything that happened, and all the lives I've damaged. I love you guys and hope to see you all again.

Jeff

"Because your boyfreind and I are old aquaintences...I wouldn't want to be blowing the head off someone he still want's to f*** now would I? However, piss with me and I will cause you to realize that he's an amatur in the pain department..."

The grey cloaked figured imerged from behind the vertical lathe, the squad support gun looked something like an oversized assult rifle or a mini-SAW both would have been appropriate descriptions...The smoked glasses and broad brimmed had made the figure a featurless creature. Only the voice hinted at being a female..."Now why don't you led me to Mr. Williams, we have buisness to attend to..."

Dariana looked at the person in front of her, "Take you to Jeff huh?" she grinned, "It'd be my pleasure."

She led the woman towards a door leading down a flight of stairs.

-----

She sighed..."Yes, it's the provibial dead traps I'm worried about. The spells already cast waiting to unleash something against us, without any input of the late Dr. Cream."

The elevator doors opened and Jill strode forward through the lobby and up to the door man..."Cab please..."

"This early in the morning..."
"Yes..."
"Alright, miss..."

Niven followed her into the cab and sat down. "I think we need to take our time. Jeff can handle his own, we need to stick to the plan on our end." he said as he watched the streets pass by.

-----

The vampires reformed near Tracker who pulled out a silver knife and jammed it in the side of one of them while pointing the shotgun at the other and pulling the trigger.

Jeff turned to help Tracker when he saw himself face to face with Antony. The eyes, reflections of his, were hard, cold, evil.

"I'm going to show you where I've been," Antony sneered.

Jeff raised both guns but he was moving slow... to damn slow. He kept trying to kick in his cybernetic boost but nothing was working. He wasn't used to moving this slowly, everything he tried to do came out at once.

Antony blocked both arms as they came up. He grabbed Jeff by the neck and picked him up, throwing him against one of the steel crates in the room.

"Jeff? who the f*** is Jeff...I'm here to get Anthony Williams to either pay up or do some work for us...now keep your hands clasped behind your back...I wouldn't want to turn Anthony's f*** toy into a corpse when It's in no one's intrest..."

A ray of sunlight blinked off a gold braclet on the figure's arm.

***
Jill just said to the driver"...Highgate cemetary please..."

When the driver tried to tell the tourist that it was closed Jill just said..."Drive and don't ask questions when you don't really want to know the answers..."

James’ hands started trembling as badly reading the letter as Jeff’s must have writing it. He saw Weathers sleeping on the coach and stepped quietly around him.

James helped himself to Jeff’s wardrobe. His brother’s taller stature meant everything looked a little baggy on him, but he managed to arrange it fairly inconspicuously. At last, he grabbed a fistfull of NuYen bills from his bag and slipped out of the apartment.

Half an hour later, Weathers awoke. He figured both James and Jeff were still sleeping off their drinking and walked to the kitchen to see if he could help himself to something. A little short of the tile, he stepped on a sheet of paper that someone had dropped on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Hardly a minute later, Weathers discovered the empty beds.

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, wheeling around and searching out the nearest telephone. The touchtone keypad delayed him a few seconds, but he soon managed to dial the Iansislean Embassy. Weathers just hoped that those Celebornians Bradsworth had told him about were still in town.

Meanwhile, James hailed himself a cab.

Darnaia nodded, "I think I'd hate that too. So he finally has to pay up for all that mumbo-jumbo crap he started," she mused.

Better him than me...

-----

Jeff pulled himself up against the crate, every nerve ending screamed in pain and rage. He looked up in time to see Antony pull back one of the I-beams hanging in the room. Antony pulled it back and swung it forward, slamming it into Jeff's chest.

Jeff dropped to the ground as the beam swung back, "That'll leave a bruise tomorrow," he coughed out as he felt the ribs cracking.

Antony chuckled, "You act like there's going to be a tomorrow."

Tracker looked away from the vampires long enough to see the beam hit Jeff, Oh f---, the bosses kid's not gonna bite it now...

Antony walked over and picked Jeff up. Jeff swung into him, fist after fist into Antony's chest sent him back, surprised. "So you've got a little left in the tank I see. Let's see how much you've got left..."

Antony pointed to one of the deep shadows next to him as the carving began glowing deep red again. Tracker and Antony saw a doorway, cloaked in black, open. Antony grabbed Jeff and slammed him against the crate and I-beam again before turning to the shadows.

Jeff reached up, punching Antony again, and quickly grabbing the swirling sapphire that hung around his neck.

Tracker pulled out a pistol and fired into Antony, but green smoke rose up from the holes. Jeff in the meantime threw the jewel to Tracker, who caught it in surprise before the first vampire rose up again.

The cab stopped in front of James and one door opened, "Where to pal?"

"Hmm, oh the piper always get paid my dear..." The voice had turned ice cold. The figure motioned for the young woman to keep moving with the point of gun.

****
The cab stopped at a massive brick and limstone gatehouse from the victorian era. The high gothic windows and massive iron gates seemed to be even cold on this bright morning. The high stone wall with iron spikes across the top made it obvious that unanounced visitors were not welcome.
http://www.mykreeve.net/london/highgate_cemetery/west_cemetery/entrance_to_west_cemetery.jpg

Jill paid off the cab driver and walked over to one of the walls. "Well, time to take the back way in." She pulled a coil of rope from her backpack, placed a loop in one end and then threw it over one of the metal spikes along the top of the wall. She placed the duffle bag over her chest and began to pull herself up to the top of the wall.

Dariana led the woman into the room, both of them saw the I beam slam into Jeff and the following moments. Antony picked up Jeff, Jeff spun around and drove both his hands into Antony's chest.

In a perfect world, the blades in Jeff's arms would have worked, slipping out and in at the right time.

Jeff's world was far from perfect right now.

Antony rolled his eyes and picked Jeff off the ground, "You haven't been saying the right prayers Jeffie," he said before throwing Jeff into the shadows.

Antony, Tracker and the woman saw Jeff fly through the doorway, a tentacle zipped from one side and wrapped around his neck, pulling him out of sight.

"I think it's time for you to go nighty night little girl..." The figure pulled out a small metal tube, pressed it against it's mouth and blew.

A dart with a very strong sedative went flying towards the back of Dariana's neck.

The tube hit the floor with a muted clank as the first cylindrical magazine of the squad support rifle was pulled out and replaced with one having a nice thick blue band around it.

The figure began running towards Jeff as it leveled the weapon at the two vampires and pulled back on the bolt, loading the 6.35mm UV phosphate round (yes, odd size only me and Cookfur use it...)

One of the last things Jeff saw as he flew into the shadows was the new person rushing into the area.

Dariana groaned as the dart hit her and she fell to the ground. Antony turned to look at the new arrival, only seeing Dariana fall (if this is who I think it is, wearing what I think she is..) he looked curiously as he saw the bullets come from nowhere.

Time to leave I think... he stepped after Jeff into the shadows.

The two vampires were distracted by the new person, Tracker took the opportunity to slam a spike into the chest of one. He watched as the vampire disintegrated and the other one get hit by the phosphorous rounds. As Antony walked away, Tracker pulled out a pistol and emptied it as he threw a small nanite onto him.

(One might argue that any child of dracula wouldn't see her either...) The rounds exploded into a briliant flash of UV light...as though exposing the flesh of the vamp to the rays of the sun itself. (the only useful idea from Underworld...)

The figure threw something across the room. Hit hit the floor and rolled, looking like a grenade was now between Anthony and the doorway...

The figure kept a steady stream of rounds into the remaining vampire as it continued to run for the last point she had seen Jeff...

(One might argue that any child of dracula wouldn't see her either...) The rounds exploded into a briliant flash of UV light...as though exposing the flesh of the vamp to the rays of the sun itself. (the only useful idea from Underworld...)

(Yeah, they can't see her, but they can see Dariana, I figured Dariana, being human and not possessed would be the only person aside from Jeff and Tracker that could see her)

Antony stepped back as he saw the grenade and ducked behind a crate as it rolled.

Crap he thought as he looked to the doorway. 'Close it' he focused his thoughts to the guards on the other side.

Keeping low, he then turned towards another dark corner to slip away after Jeff.

The figure stopped realizing that it couldn't make the doorway in time.

Well Anthony, let's see how you like having a shadow...

She dropped off the rounds and crouched down next to Anthony. Following his movement as closely and as quitetly as possible. She gave a hand signal of wait to Traker as she attempted to recall all of her hunting skills in being Anthony's new shadow...

Two elderly men appeared in the same door. One appeared to be carrying a rather large bore gun...He screamed something and fired at the vampire...the stake went flying towards it...

(Oh don't worry, the vampires are way past it, the sun rounds and now that stake would finish them off)

Antony looked around from where he was hidden. Tracker kept an eye on him though, he tried to keep Antony in the crossfire, make it harder for him to escape.

Antony knew he didn't have enough, or any at this point, firepower to contend with this group, he ducked around other crates, this would require a calculated risk.

He concentrated, and another doorway opened at the far end of the row of crates, and keeping low, he sprinted to the opening.

The figure actually pushed somewhat ahead of Anthony, she was racing towards the very same doorway. Ann was demonstrating the unfortunate tenacity to which most of her clan was known. She was going to keep Anthony from hurting Jeff even if that ment walking through the gates of hell and having anal sex with the devil himself.

One of traker's rounds slapped across her hand. She winced as it grazed her but she kept moving. More focused on her goal of the doorway.

(lol, ummm... interesting description. ;) *looks for the techies to come over and ask WTF... at least the story's keeping them amused :P )

Ann made it to the doorway before Antony, who still couldn't see her and was surpised when the doorway opened before he got there...

-----

Ann appeared in a darkened hallway, there was a sickly stench in the air and cries and screams were heard in the distance.

The hallway has several doors in it and the passage turned to the left 150 feet in front of her.

((WTF about what...her not stopping getting hit in the hand? My grandfather lost three men of his squad at Bellu Wood because they kept on moving after getting hit by machine gun fire the first time...))

IC: Ann slowed and continued to walk forward. Oh f*** was her only thought as she realized that she had no clue where in the bloody universe she was...

((Ah I think we can establish that Ann is lost about in the 'Dead Side' for part 7...))

(no no, I meant the techies here at work and asking WTF about the story ;) And Ann isn't that far from Jeff in the building, all of the corridors lead to the main chamber)

Meanwhile

Jeff groaned as he was thrown to the marble floor in the chamber he landed in. He looked up and around the room. The light burned his eyes when he opened them for too long. "Well, isn't this special," he groaned as he tried to focus on the others in the room.

'What do we do with him?' One man in long brown robes said

"Dunno, not our call' another replied.

'Let's finish him now and not worry about it.' a third said.

"Yeah," Jeff said dragging himself up, "Let's get this over with."

((Oh...I gues I was misunderstanding what part 7 was going to be....))

Ann kept walking forwards. She had a slight problem, or her wrist did. It was glowing...shimmering outwords and forming a sort of ball of light.

***
Jill hit the ground on the far side of the wall and yelled. "Watch out there's a caved in tomb on this side..." She looked out across, well it looked like a forest in the middle of London with large ornate headstones popping out here and there. It was *not* a small place by any means...

(I wanted to establish it a little bit here before jumping it, but the thread for Jeff, Ann and how to get them out is here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=3142445#3142445)

Weathers just hoped that those Celebornians Bradsworth had told him about were still in town.

Meanwhile, James hailed himself a cab.

The operator on the other end of the line nodded, "Yes sir, I'll put you right through."

Sanchez's cell phone rang and he was instantly awake. "What is it."

"We've got trouble, Niven 7 has gone missing in Golden Agate."

"Shit.. Ok, punch him through. What is it?"

Jill hit the ground on the far side of the wall and yelled. "Watch out there's a caved in tomb on this side..." She looked out across, well it looked like a forest in the middle of London with large ornate headstones popping out here and there. It was *not* a small place by any means...

Niven repelled down the wall and landed on the other side of the tomb. He looked into the forest, "wonderful place for a romantic picnic. Maybe after we get this job done."

"Ah I think I'd prefer someplace that one didn't have to picnic on the graves of the dead myself. Well, now what..." she actually said that to the tiger. Who appeared to be silent on the subject. "I guess we have to start looking for a grave marker 39960"
(Highgate has something like 116,000 graves and most are overgrown...this is not going to be an easy task....but Karl Marx is in here someplace :P along with a vampire...)

***
The two men stood in the room and looked about..."This is team 3, reporting that is appears Dame Gretchen has left...well this relm..."

Understood...I want full pictures and documentation...any prisoners?

"One female, also have someone who was with Sir William..."

I will be sending team 2 to pick up the girl. And bring in the unknown for a bit of a chat...

One of the old men turned towards Tracker and said. "Excuse me sir, we're going to process this area for any intel. Ah, our commanding officer would like to have a chat with you to gain as much insight as we can to the situation..."

Tracker looked at the group as they talked with him. He figured that they were the good guys since they helped take out that vampire.

"Of course, I'll tell you what I know," he said putting the jewel in his pocket.

He was torn, he knew he had to get Jeff back, because Niven would kill him, but he also had the soul jewel to consider.

Jeff?? Are you there?? What's going on?? Katherine's soul cried out from the jewel.

It's all right, you're safe now... He thought back to her.

((Oh s*** well Jeff and Ann are going to have fun getting out of deadside...Ann only has one Obul on her...Charon might have given passage for the soul crystal as he likely would hate the things...))


IC: Two more elderly gents appeared. One threw a 'damn fangled camera' at the other two and waved Traker to follow them back outside.

Tracker followed the men outside of the building, "What can I help you with? " he asked as they walked.

"I think we'd call it an foregin oprative debreif. More like trying to figure out who is what, where, we're obviously sevearly out of the loop...."

Tracker nodded, "I don't know if I can help that much, but I'll tell you what I know. The guy I was with is Jeff Williams, this," he pulled out the jewel, "Is the soul of his wife, stolen by the other man that looked like him before he vanished."

"Ah I think I'd prefer someplace that one didn't have to picnic on the graves of the dead myself. Well, now what..." she actually said that to the tiger. Who appeared to be silent on the subject. "I guess we have to start looking for a grave marker 39960"
(Highgate has something like 116,000 graves and most are overgrown...this is not going to be an easy task....but Karl Marx is in here someplace :P along with a vampire...)

(heh heh, those are the best kind of scavenger hunts.. "look what I found!" "Damnit Steve, put that arm back!")

Niven followed Jill, "39960, eh. He walked a little deeper in the underbrush, he looked around curiously, he felt something in the area.

Vampi...nah... yeah...

*A tag, for perusal later... so tired... and thread...so...long...

Holding the gem sparked a moment of confusion for Tracker. "Do I try to go after Jeff or do I take the gem to someone who can help Kathrine ? I know that I do not want to take the gem anywhere near where Jeff is." He checked his head Yes, I still know where he is, but how the hell do I get there ? "I think the best thing that I can do is get this gem back to Celeborne and into the right hands.....But Jeff...."

Weathers just hoped that those Celebornians Bradsworth had told him about were still in town.

Meanwhile, James hailed himself a cab.

The operator on the other end of the line nodded, "Yes sir, I'll put you right through."

Sanchez's cell phone rang and he was instantly awake. "What is it."

"We've got trouble, Niven 7 has gone missing in Golden Agate."

"Shit.. Ok, punch him through. What is it?"

Fiest woke up with a series of four letter words that made Sanchez blush. It was not that he had never heard the words before, he had just never heard them all at once, or in quite that order before.
Sanchez "Sir, that was very entertaining and educational, but what would you like me to do ?"
"Wake up the team and get us another ride. We are going to have a hell of a time keeping up with him without Tracker."
"It can be done ,sir."
"Then do it. Wake up the team and have them in the lobby in 15 minutes."
"Done"
Fiest fired up a cigar and began to cuss again.
"I swear I am quiting...."

(the part of James will be played by yours truly until I-man gets back ;) )

James flagged down the cab, "Where to buddy?" the cabbie asked.

"Take me to the airport, immediately."

"Yeah yeah buddy no sweat," he said. Pulling away he looked at James again, "You one of them Navy boys? Ain't that been decommisioned a while?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Just.. from the looks of your T-Shirt."

James hadn't noticed the clothing he took from Jeff's dresser. He looked down at the black T-Shirt and saw the front of a sub, with a skull and crossbones behind it. Above the sub were the words, LSN 807 - LSS Defiance and the phrase, Silent Death was under the picture.

James chuckled, "Well.."

"Nah, not with an accent like that," the driver said. "You ain't from around here are ya?"

"Just take me to the airport."

(check your TG's Cele)

(done and replyed to)

Sanchez popped into the lobby "Pretty first class hotel they have here, guy in the monkey suit found us an SUV. It will be out front in a sec. Also I have the Taxi pegged, lets just follow him and see what happens."
Fiest smiled at him " I will be able to sleep at night when you take over this outfit."

((I am assuming you want them with James ?))

Tracker realized that his mind was already made up.
"This tracker I need a hot pick up, I have the missing puzzle piece. Get a mage team and medic team on standby, and I am on my way."

An hour later Tracker was stepping onto the Aerodyne and was settling in for his ride back to Celeborne.

((Time Passes))

The Aerodyne had not even landed before tracker was jumping out and being led to an underground complex that held Kathrine's body. HE was handed off from mage to doctor to security guard until he was holding the gem out infront of himself infront of Kathrine"s floating body....

(Yeah, I think Niven and Jeff'd rest better if they knew James was securely protected.. if you get my drift ;) )

The jewel glowed brightly as it got nearer to Katherine's body. As Tracker held it out, a small beam seemed to come from the jewel and passed through the plexiglass barrier. The beam pulsed over and over until the light from the jewel faded.

A moment later, inside the cybernetics tank Katherine's eyes slowly opened. She looked at Tracker for a moment, then her eyes drifted.. then they darted quickly.. then she looked at Tracker in a panicked state.

Tracker hands flew, not under his control, to the side of the tank and pressed tightly on the plexiglass. His eyes flew wide and locked with Kathrine's.......

Katherine looked Tracker's through her bruised eyes.

Jeff... Where's Jeff??? her own panicked thoughts rushed out.

The question keyed all of Tracker's ability to "find". He knew where he was...
He is...here a mental map was sent from his mind to Kathrine's.

Katherine looked at the map, a look of horror spread across her face. That's not here.. in this world.. oh Gods, you've gotta find him! She looked around the tank, And get me the hell outta here...

Tracker turned to the med tech behind him "She wants out."

He began to turn back around to Katherine but instead he was in his gramma's kitchen.
"Boy, I was wondering what is way going to take to get you here."
"Am I dead ?"
"You always were a little dense. But gramma loves you. No, you are not dead, you are not even all the way here, but something in you needed to see me, so here you are."
"Where is here?"
She handed him a cookie " Well, here is one of the places people go when they die. You have always been very close to here, and the people on this side. That is how you know how to find people and things. The people on this side like you boy. There is something special in you that allows you contact with this side. Now you go back and tell your....hmm there is no word in our language for it, we would say secound sister." It was not until then that he realized that his Gramma had been speaking Daezamoni.
" I think in your new language the name would be coozine"
"Do you mean cousin, Gramma ?"
"Yes boy, that is it. Now you get back. Soon you will know what to do. Just relax, it is like diving into the stream in my back yard. Now GO."

Tracker woke staring at the ceiling of the room..."But who is my cousin ??"

Katherine finally gets lifted out of the tank and the medics give her a robe to slip on over all of the tubes and medical gear she's attached to. (quick rundown of her condition Cele, after what Antony did: Damaged spleen, ruptured kidney, broken ribs, punctured lung, skull fracture but the nanites had been taking care of that and I think that's it)

She was led back out to the room Tracker was in, "You've gotta go after him," she said weakly after he came out of his ... trance, she thought it was.

Tracker looked into the wounded face and saw something very familiar, she looked like his mother..... When she asked him to go after Jeff, he heard her voice. He could not say no, he could not tell her he did not know how to find Jeff he just knew that he had to find Jeff.

"I will find him"

Tracker went to Pridemore's office.
"Sir, I need some things. I am going after Jeff."
"Do you think you can do it ?"
"I have to, sir."
"The Candy Shop is yours."
"Thank you sir."

A short while later there was a bag delivered to the room Tracker was waiting in. He took the objects and new shot gun out and placed them in all of the proper pockets and holsters. He was back in his combat gear, he was ready.
He began the relaxation exercise.
"Just like jumping into the stream"

((Continued in part 7))

The cab stopped off at Golden Agate Int'l, James stepped out and paid the cabbie before he walked into the airport.

"Excuse me," he said walking up to one desk, "I need to book passage to Lyone."

"Book passage?" the attendant asked. "Oh.. you're from.. I gotcha. You need a ticket to Lyone. Got it." she punched up a couple of screens, "OK, how do you want to fly there?"

"In an aeroflyer of course."

She stifled a grin, "No, what class do you want to fly in? Coach, business or first class?"

James thought a moment. Coach class? Well he was always driven around in his coach, so obviously that was the way to fly as well. But first class had an allure to it...

"I think I'll try something new, first class."

She nodded, "That'll be 800 NuYen please."

James counted out 8, 100 NuYen bills and paid the woman, giving her an extra tip as he took the ticket.

James' transaction caught the attention of some of the locals in the terminal.

"looks like we got a mama's boy with cash flying to Lyone." One guy said to another.

"Yeah. Hey, he don't need that cash as much as he thinks," the second one whispered as they started to follow James down the terminal.

The team exited the vehicle at the terminal and followed James down to the ticket counter.
"damn, no way we are getting on that flight with all of our toys." Fiest turned to Sanchez.
"You take the flight ,leave your guns with us and report in when you land. We will get the company car and follow you."
Sanchez dropped his guns into the pocket of Fiest's jacket very smoothly and then approached the ticket counter.
"one please, first class to Lyone (he had overheard the conversation with his cyber ears)"
He payed with a one thousand NuYen note and followed James.

Sanchez caught the two men following James out of the corner of his eye.

James slipped into one of the restrooms before the flight left (to make sure... nothing happened ;) ) And the two men nodded at each other and followed him in a moment later.

As James was washing his hands, he turned and saw the two men standing in front of him. One had a knife out and the other pulled out a small pipe.

Sanchez followed the little party into the bathroom. He was leaning against the wall when the two fellows began to close on James..

"Ahem...You boys really don't want to do that. I am sure that there is an easier way for you to pick up a date."

He launched a kick into the face of the one closest to him.

The man with the pipe grunted as the boot slammed into his face. The second man pulled the knife over his head, stabbing downward at Sanchez.

James just stood there with a shocked look on his face before kicking the man who had the pipe before he got up.

Sanchez felt the blade stab into the forearm he had thrown up to protect his face. His other arm, pumped up with cyberware, unleashed it's hightened strength into the knifeman's face....

Sanchez hit the knifeman in the face, and he and James could hear a sickening crack from the base of the man's skull.

As Sanchez dropped the man, James looked up from the other man who was unconscious. "I.. thanks."

"No problem, sir. It is what we do. I work for Niven." He extends his good hand, then seeing the blood on it he walks over to the sink for a quick wash up.
He pressed a button on the back of his wrist and released the nanites, his arm stopped bleeding.

"You work for dad huh?" James said shaking the man's hand. "So I guess I should ask, You're not letting me go after Jeff are you?"

"It is not that at all, sir. We are going with you. You have a couple of choices, you can get on a plane here, or we can join the team on the aerodyne. You pick, but either way I am going with you."

James nodded, he figured that whoever this was (he had said they were a team) were going to be harder to ditch than Weathers.

"I.. then I guess we should go in the aero-thingy.."

Sanchez clicked his comm link "Two coming down, the young master will be joining us"
Fiest took the news with his usual calm demeanor "Son-of-a...Alright, we are at a private hanger waiting for a ride, I will clear you two"
"Thank you sir"
Sanchez turned to James "Shall we?" And they were off to the hanger.

James nodded, "I guess we should."

He followed Sanchez out of the terminal and down towards the private hangars. As the pair arrived, an aerodyne was preparing to land.

Sanchez introduced James to the entire team as they boarded the aerodyne "welcome aboard sir. I understand you wanted to go to Lyone ?"
Feist grabbed a mic next to him and called to the pilot "lets move"

The aerodyne lifted off the ground ...

James looked down at the ground as the Aerodyne lifted off, "God damnit Jeff, what in the hell do you think you're doing..."

=====

Niven was walking through the foliage of the graveyard, he'd lost sight of Jill, that was a damn shame cause he kinda liked the sight of Jill. Especially last night.

Whew, that was certainly.. incredible. I didn't think women were that flexible anymore..

His thoughts were cut off by a hissing sound, and a sudden feeling of foreboding.

(and he put on his fedora and looked around, "Snakes.. why'd it have to be sna... er... vampires I mean.." :P )

Niven felt the presence of something behind him, and he didn't think it was Jill, unless she got very evil and very dead in the few minutes she was away.

Niven turned around suddenly, catching a glimpse of a pale face before it ducked into the darker foliage.

"You want..him don't you..."

"Who?" Niven asked the voice.

"The Ripper.. I can give him to you, but I want your friend as... payment."

A very loud *click* came from Niven's arm, he stood in the foliage with the sun to his back.

"Now, who am I dealing with?" he asked.

He was met by the hissing sounds again.

The aerodyne landed softy outside the steel mill.
Fiest turned to the team "We are going in hot, I wanna see barrels before I see faces, Clear ?"
There was a resounding "YES,SIR !! " And fire arms began appearing out of everywhere.
Fiest turned to James "Can I offer you a fire arm ?"

James looked at Fiest, "Yes," he said taking the gun and holding it the wrong way, "Thanks"

He followed the group outside of the aerodyne and looked at the steel mill. "So, is this where they are?"

=====

Niven caught a glimpse of the vampire and quickly shot his arm up, a second later a shot rang out from his arm. the vampire, not knowing what to expect, was slammed against one of the trees as the bullet tore through him, leaving a searing pain.

"Holy rounds," Niven said as he fired into the vampire again, "No self-respecting vampire-hunter goes without them."

The second round hit the vampire again and in a flash Niven popped open a vial and sprayed the holy water inside across the vampires eyes. Before the vampire recovered from the second shot and the holy water, Niven picked up a wooden pinning stake from a grave and drove it into the vampires chest.

((Now that is how Niven handles vampires :) ))

"Sir we are not sure, but this is the location that the pilot dropped tracker off at originally. So we thought this would be the best place to look"

The team formed a wedge around James and moved towards the structure.

(It is? Good, I was wondering how he'd handle it)

Niven looked at the vampire's vanishing body, "How about, I send you to hell, and find the grave anyway..."

(and the vampire goes to Deadside, sees Tracker, screams "not again" and throws himself off of the tower of the Cathedral.. :P )

Niven keeps looking in the brush. Eventually, deep in the foliage, he stumbles across a grave marker, "Jill, I think I've found something."

((Now that is how Niven handles vampires :) ))

"Sir we are not sure, but this is the location that the pilot dropped tracker off at originally. So we thought this would be the best place to look"

The team formed a wedge around James and moved towards the structure.
*nudges I-Man :P *

James nods and hold up his gun, Sanchez looks over and helps him hold it the right way as the approach the doors that were ripped open.

Fiest looks at the door "Looks like someone went 'borg on the doors. Keep it tight. Lets go in"

The team enters the building.

*nudges I-Man :P *

James nods and hold up his gun, Sanchez looks over and helps him hold it the right way as the approach the doors that were ripped open.

((I'm alive! I swear to God...check my pulse! ;)))

"Oh, Christ," muttered James, adjusting his hold on the damned contraption. There were a few flash-backs to Ic's coronation ceremony and his humuliation there.

He blinked in confusion at Fiest's reference, but something about the doors gave him a distinct hole in the pit of his stomach.

"Nothing for it, I guess," he whispered. He was afraid to say too much aloud in the presence of such pros.

EDIT: Whole, hole? Who noes the difference? ;) *ba-dum tish!*

((I'm alive! I swear to God...check my pulse! ;)))
(I was just thinking, James.. automatic rifle.. no military training.. :P )

The group entered the hallway and tracked down to one corner where there was a tangle of monowire, and blood on the floor (Testing would show it's Jeff's, which every NivenCo employee knows by heart under the "oh sh*t, the boss is gonna kill us..." file.. ;) )

This doesn't look good, though James, trying to hide his panic. Still, he couldn't help but glance all across the room: not the calm, collected check of a professional, but rather the wild stare of an animal caught in the headlights.

(quick abduction of the team ;) )

Sanchez looked at James' expression as they walked down the hallway to another open door, "Relax," he whispered to him, "Try and stay calm, think... leave your mind open, don't think. Don't fill it with fear."

They stopped at the open door, where a dart was lying on the ground. Fiest picked up the dart, and squeezed out some of the liquid. He sniffed it and wrinkled his nose, "Myotoxin."

(anytime. you are welcome to them :) )

Aaron whistled at the discovery "Myotoxin...Damn bad stuff for a metal head. I hope the bosses boy was not the one hit with that."

Fiest looked at the blood on the dart, "I'll know in a minute."

*one minute later*

"Oh f***.."

Aaron automaticly dropped miniguns out of his thigh mounts, smg popped out of his forearms, and a grenade launcher popped up on each shoulder when Fiest cursed...
He popped them all back in, and blushed
"sorry, this place has me a little spooked"

(LOL, not packing too heavy I see ;) )

The team follows the tracks into the main room, signs of the fight are still visible, Jeff's blood is on the wall and floors and anyone who can sense magic can get a feel of what happened at the end.

(He is the tank of the group..)

Sanchez and Fiest both get a cold chill..."Holy crap" is all that Sanchez can get out.
Fiest turns " Report all of this to the house, let them decide what our next move is."
Sanchez's eyes roll back in head for a moment..
"Sir, I spoke to Pridemore, they already know. He says that Tracker has been there and is off looking for Jeff on the other side. He also says that he is going to wait to tell the boss, he is busy right now. The boss's pilot has a full brief on the situation and will brief him when he returns."
Fiest shakes his head "poor bastard"
Sanchez was not sure who Fiest was refering to, but his money was on the pilot.
"Also we have been ordered to sweep and clean this area, and then head back to the compound."He turns to James "and your majesty is invited to come along also. Pridemore thinks that you might want to be there."

James looked confused, "Of course, if you think that's best, but what happened here?"

Sanchez kicks his goggles back ," Well sir, it would appear that Ambasadore Williams came here with a member of our team, he was shot with a toxin that inhibits his use of his cybernetic implants, he was then taken to..the other side, for lack of a better term. There was a fire fight. Tracker, who is our missing team member restored the soul of the Ambasadore's wife and then went to the other side to get Ambasadore Williams back." Sanchez snaps his goggles back down and looks at James.
Fiest seems to be holding a giggle in....

James was stunned, "The other side, as in dead?"

It took a minute to process the information. One ray of light was that Katherine was restored. "I see."

"A more correct term would be he is in the land of the dead. He is, however not dead himself."

"So he can come back. Once this, Tracker, finds him?" James nodded to himself. "Well, maybe dad won't nuke Larkinia yet if he's not dead."

((LOL, good one))

"That is correct, sir. Tracker is a good man, I am sure he will bring Ambasador Williams back safe and sound." His face turns even more serious "I wonder if the boss has enough nuclear weapons to do that..."He seems to ber counting in his head "Yeah, I think he does..."
Fiest's face was turning red at this point
"Sanchez, enough. If the Boss wants his majesty to know how many nukes he has I am sure he will tell him."
"Yes, sir..."

James chuckles, "Yes, I'm sure dad would have enough weapons to do that. He can be very... determined when it comes to Jeff."

He turned to the door and back to the aerodyne, "You said Katherine is all right. Is she out of her coma?"

"Yes, sir. She is in recovery at the compound. We will take you there."

He heads for the AV.

((And on that note , I am out for the night. See yall tomorrow))

Jill looked around. Man wanders off, I wonder if that is the reality of our relationship? Just another notch in the old bed post?

She stops for a moment and notices...well a blank gravestone. Blank? Someone forgot to die? She hops over stones a few broken tombs, the coffins visible below and looks over the old headstone. She peers over to the back and whistles...Hello Doc...

http://www.craphound.com/images/highgate/Pages/CIMG0858.html
(click if you want to see...a bit large for the page actually)

"Honey, I found the good doctor...Devon where the hell are you" she shouts...

"Honey, I found the good doctor...Devon where the hell are you"

Niven heard Jill just after he finished off the vampire and ran over as fast as he could. "Sorry," he said a moment later, "I had a ... run in with one of the crypt keepers here."

Niven picked up one of the shovels and started digging into the ground of the grave.

-----

The dropship picked up Feist, James and the rest of the group and transports them back to Niven's estate just before Tracker arrived with Ann (in Part 7)

((ooc: There's a part seven posted?!? Um...*runs off with various papers flying behind him*

Knew about it the whole time, I did!))

(( ;) Yeah it's right here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=144268&highlight=) ))