NationStates Jolt Archive

He had been running for roughly three days now. It was a record to thouse hunting him. Most people who knew too much were killed after only six hours but running for 72 was a feat. He stumbled down into a rather unkept alley only to feel a 13mm semi-automatic XR-1 pistol pressed against the back of his head. He didn’t say a word and just lowered his head and sighed. Like all others no one had escaped an avenger agent in since the start of the program only three years ago. And since then these agents have become the most feared secret in Phalanix. They were the council’s enforcers so to speak. They acted above and beyond all forms of law killing for the love of it. As the man had expected the agent pulled the trigger and the 13mm HE round entered the back of the man’s head splattering blood and other gore against the alley wall. As the agent turned her black trench coat caught a small gust of wind and gently blew in the oposite direction. As she walked pistol in hand she stopped at a hobo who just had a look of pure fear on his face. For a split second she smirked and then unloaded three rounds in his head shattering it spraying more blood across the already piss stained walls.

The next day the headlines only stated the double homicide nothing more. To the untrained eye this was the fifth double homicide of the month but to the council members it ment that they had one less thing to worry about and one more free agent and one more leak pluged.

Inside the home of one council member it was a different story. As he stumbled out of his bedroom covered only by a red robe he yawned only to be awoken by a rather cold barrel of a rather nasty looking XR-35 mini-rifle. “Good morning Counciler Nox. Sleep well?” the person holding the XR-35 asked with a rather sadistic tone. “Cut the crap Albel. Did you see what has been happening lately? So far ten people have been killed this month…all by council request. As it stands now there have been one to many leaks. Currently we have already tracked another one. Your new objective is to fallow this one. Do not kill them untill they try to warn someone. Got it?” the counciler, asked Albel as he shuffled over to his desk and reached for a cigar sitting on his desk. Only as he brought it to his mouth did Albel smirk and shoulder his rifle and fire a single shot across the tip of the cigar lighitng it and placing a hole in a picture of the president hanging in the office. “I’ll track the worm,” he said as he walked out of the office. Counciler Nox just about shit himself right there. He was never used to the avengers and so far Albel scared the hell out of him. As Albel walked out of the mansion he grabbed his trench coat with his false arm and placed it on slinging the XR-35 behind him with his sword. He kicked open the door and walked out to find his prey.


OCC: Ok I would like someone to RP the person who found the leak. The dark secret is that the Council has been busy preparing a second rebelion this time. The person would most likely have links to the councils private records or be high up in the military command. Or they just found out by dumb luck. Anyways Phalanix is a FT nation so expect FT weapons and such to be used but MT nations are welcome to join in as long as they don’t mind the use of FT equipment.

Albel had been tracking this “leak” now for three days and each day he began to wonder why the hell they just didn’t want a simple kill and not some rather pathetic game of illusions. As he walked down yet another dark alley he was bored. His “prize” hadn’t left the place it was staying at for a day already so he decided to have alittle fun to pass the time. As he stopped a small croud of “thugs”, as they liked to call them selves began to suround him insulting him with rather poor english. Though they stayed only about two meteres from him he did nothing. It wasn’t untill one rathe uninteligent one decided to draw what he refered to as his “bitch-maker” though it was a rather poor choice to make. As he reached within a single meter Albel’s sword was already out of it’s sheeth and cleaved the man’s torso. An almost sickening gring formed on Albel’s face as the small nano-dispencers in his arm began to pour out a silver sludge that took the form of a rather nasty metal claw. During the twenty seconds that these actions took the other “thugs” had aleady drawn there weapons and began to move on him but most met the same fate. He litteraly began to hack them apart using his claw to shred them and his sword to end their existances. Only after five minutes of this senseless violence did he stand alone the bodies of the fools around him. He looked down at their leaders twitching corpes and spat on it and muttered under his breath, “Maggot like you should learn your place.” As he walked out of the blood soaked alley he stopped at one of the boddies and knelt down and used the shirt on it to wipe off the blood on his blade before returning it to it’s sheeth. He began once again to watch the building once more smirking at his most recent “Masterpeice.”


OCC: Join people!!! Oh and one little requirement that won’t apply to most people since they don’t have to worry about this. Please run your post through a spellcheck/grammar check.