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 it. 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 or who would know this information. 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 council’s 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.

OOC:Hmm...looks interesting...maybe I'll reply. Could you TG me a few details, please? Thanks.

Histron Yavernika was an economics worker for the government.. He was legally a gun carrier, of course, but more. The cold, dark, individual, man wasn't used to working with others and this was no exception. He had, single-handedly, achieved the greatest feat one of his caliber had done. Alone, he had found a plot. However, this was not just any plot. The Council had been busy preparing a second rebellion, this time. It was valueable infomation.

Born to a family of a wealthy lawyer father and a professional cook mother, he had learned family values early-or what his father's view of family values was. His father was iventually killed by an angry man who cheated by Histron's father and lost the case. So much for family values.

Histron was more than that. Using cheating, lying, and bribery, he had cleverly gain a high position in the Economics Brureu, fast and quick. HE had avoided governemntal eyes, and was a smart, rich, man who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. And now, as he sat in a huge pleximan(unbreakable) glass building that he called his residence, he had the tool to become king at last.

Albel smirked. His target was nothing more than a member of the economics divsion of the government. He quietly was leaning against a tree to the back of Histron's home looking over his claw. He had decided to toy with his target unlike the other times where he just went in for the kill. He reached behind his hair and pressed a small indent on his skin. It slid aside and he placed a small transmitter in the port and closed his eyes focusing on loading up the program. It was a remarkable virus programed to simply enter the residences comunitcation and power systems and cut them from the citywide grid. As it sent he smirked and removed the latch holding his blade in its sheeth. As the tranmitter deactivated Albel put his training into motion and began to move like a shadow nearing the house.

Only half a block away a second agent one given the same objective with the exception to keep an eye on Albel sat her sniper rifle out watching through the scope. Every now and then she was tempted to just shoot the glass and alert his target but that took the fun out of it. She smirked and placed the rifle back in it's black case and slipped down form the tree she was in. Unlike most Avengers she stook the the raver look only because her missions called for entrances into the multipule raves in the city. But that was none of her concern right now. She to slipped closer to the house while atempting to not draw any attention to herself.

OOC:oooh, this is getting good. I was waiting for you to do that...

BIC:

Histron turned in hsi chair, muttering some math formula. The man had a BA, MA, and every other possible degree in math, even degree's that hadn't been invented. He had three formulas named after him, two theorems, and had found over three thousand formula, theorems, etc. wrong. Not only that, but he had fizxed them. He had even once disproved the Pythagorean Theorem wrong, though his proof had been declared invalid by athother mathematician rival, something Histron had never forgot. Under "strange" circumstances, the other mathematician had died, though his reasoning had never been forgotten and the Pythagorean Theorem still stood.....

Yet somehow, strangely, Histron had avoided both the governmental and public eye. His work was never published, known, etc. He was nobody to anyone who didn't know about math, a select few. Even his formulae were so complicated no one knew them. And Histron was happy having it that way.

The screen-thing before him started beeping. Security cameras flashed. An intruder. Histron grinned. And his proction guns flared at the man...

OCC: Heh now I can show off some of the skills of the Avenger class Agent
IC:
Albel pulled his XR-35 mini-rifle as he ran. He took aim with his right arm and fired off several HE 13mm rounds into the guns. His augments and skills were easily on his side. Even with the handicap of not being able to kill his target yet he intended on having his fun. As he activated yet another program this time in his prosthetic left arm. Grey sludge began to ozze out of several ports untill it soldified in the form of a rather menecing gauntlet/claw. Even with the bullets flying past him he didn't stop untill he lept in the air his mini-rifle coughing explosive rounds of death. He landed on one of the guns and with a swift kick bent the barrel(s) downwards and continued to move to the next gun driving his claw into the gun's computer core litteraly shattering it. He continued his little "warm up" for only afew more minutes. As he landed behind the last gun his claw dripping with oil and his rifle smoking he took aim and pulled the trigger only to hear the most dreded sound of an empty clip. "Shit," he swore under his breath as he began to run forward as the gun began to fire only to have it explode infront of him.
Siting in the same tree Albel had before this other agent held her 14mm sniper rifle and slowly moved the bolt to eject the shell. Ah how lucky he was today. She thought to herself as she closed the bolt once more and looker over the rest of the area while Albel advanced slowly casting his bullet riddeled coat aside and flicking off afew of the bullets from his claw.

OOC:*blows* Whoo, didn't expect that.

BIC:

Though the guns were destroyed, Histron, who was watching from his screen, had many other tricks up his sleeve. For instance this one; a wall of pure laser speeding down the walls of Histron's home. And this one; new guns, this time equipped with giant laser pointers. Histron had been preparing for attack for a while.

The Economics Worker immediatly picked up a phone(or whatever the Phalanix equivilent of a phone is) and called the boss, who was higher that the Council(king or whoever) about the attack on him. He needed backup, from someone apart from the very organization that wanted to kill him; The Council.

OCC: Ah well he is the second best Avenger class.
IC:
Albel shook his head and snapped his fingers. Upon that instant all communications with the outside network litteraly died and along with power with the exception of back up generators in the residence. That virus had just been for starters a grade AA hacker would ahe been impressed by it but it was to be expected of an Avenger. As he tossed his empty XR-35 aside he unsheethed his sword. It seemed that driving out this mouse would be far more interesting that he had orginaly thought.
The other Agent yet again had packed her sniper away and hopped down from her perch and pulled a XR-1 13mm semi-automatic pistol and began o advance to a closer more interesting postion where she could see the action and yet again save Albel from those little problems he can't predict.

OOC:I'd hate to see what the best is like.

BIC:

Histron knew, at the very second the power died, what he was facing. Most people or Agents or whatevers in his position did not have the type of information he did and thus, did not know as much. He did, however, being the type he was, a cheat, liar, fool, and smarty. He knew what he was facing now. An Avenger class Agent.

Now he had to escape, which was easier said than done, with an Avenger out there. sneaking down through hidden passageways in the bottom of his house, he went to some of Chrono's less appetizing districts...

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