NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: In this RP the Guild is always looking for members, so fancy becoming a Guild Member? Or do you want to stop these criminals? How about becoming a Guard ( basically policemen)? Or are you a client looking to get rid of a 'problem'? This RP is open to all so join.


Deep within the criminal world of Londim lies a society, a society full of the lowest forms of society from thiefs to murderers but all have mastered an art, the art of killing. Those who have proven themselves to be the best have joined together to form the Assassins Guild. They have created this guild for no other reason than.....money. However this guild does hae some morals. They will not kill an honest man for any amoount of money.

Arturo closed the door behind him. Another night, another cheque. The target had been a wealthy banker who had decided he would steal from his own bank in a case that seemd to be 'Steal from the rich, keep for the rich'. That wouldn't do at all.

"What took you so long?", came a voice from the shadows. The voice was raspy but demanded respect. The voice belonged to that of Henal, one of the founders of the Guild.

"Had to wait a little longer than expected. The target was back later than expected but it was worth it in the end." Arturo took off his cloak and sat down. "The others not back yet?", he asked wondering where his comrades were.

"Back? They all returned about an hour ago. They were lucky, some of nearly were caught by the Guards. They've been getting a lot more atttentive lately."

Arturo knew that. He hadn't been late because the target got home late, he was late because the Guards nearly got him but he didn't want to tell Henal that. Henal was like a father to him and he didn't want to disappoint.
"I see....", he said.

OOC: What about a foreign agent?

That is also acceptable. Just post some details about them.

SIS Headquarters, 1600 hrs.

"Agent Sinclair, step into my office," ordered M. Agent Robert Sinclair, 006, licence to kill, obeyed.

It was a utilitarian office - display screens on the wall, strategy maps and reports scattered on the glass desk.

"Yes, sir?" Sinclair asked, watching M read his file.

"Sinclair, we've got a problem. There's been this string of high-profile murders, centred in Londim. HM Government, President Swanner in particular, find that this string of murders has gone unchecked," stated M. "Therefore, you need to go to Londim, infiltrate this organisation, and destroy them."

Kensington International Airport, 1700 hrs.

"British Airways is announcing the departure of Flight 1007 to Londim..." droned the PA system as Agent Sinclair boarded his plane.

" and so ends the life of Brian Welson, a banker who worked for the Londim Bank....now for the sports news. "

Arturo turned off the TV and sighed. This job was getting harder by the day especially with the Guards getting stronger. Each Guild Member always made it a point not to leave any clues behind because if the did thenbasically the Guild was finished. Though they only accepted cases where the target was hurting others on purpose, they were still breaking the law. Each Member knew this but this life was all they knew.

"Oh well, better get to bed. Nothing to do now." Arturo climbed the stairs wearily .

OOC: Interested

OOC: Okay Kulikove just post some details of your character.

Name: Sasha Andropov
Age: 25
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: curly, dirty blonde
Eyes: Blue
History: Unknown

OOC:Okay so is she an assasin alos or a guard or maybe even a target?

Assasin

Code Name: Black Rose

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Height: 5'10

Eyes: Red

Hair: Black

Profile: A young hot-shot assasin, she's done some amazing assignments with failures on both sides. Here real name is Miyuki who grew up in a small village
but following her mothers death her father enroled her to be trained as an assasin. Her calling card is a Black Rose and it's her trademark besides her skimpy clothes

OOC:Welcome to the RP Kanami. Feel free to start posting right away. Same for Kulikovo and of course British Londinium

OOC: How do we start?

OOC: Wel basically everyone has got back from there "assignments". You could be one of those who has just got back or have just joined so have stayed at the base. Once people get back they always report to Henal and give a debriefing on their assignment. For this purpose you have the freedom to make up an assignment so the story can move on. These assignments may or may not be used later in the RP depending on how the story moves along.

OOC
i don't mind RP x hiring z to do a job if someone has a assignment they like to do
all you have to do is TG me with the infor you like said to your person so you can start it

Code Name: Rhinegeldt
Name: Vic Hesson
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Ht.: 6'1"
Wt.: 190 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Bio: As a child, he was abandoned by his alcoholic father and, because of the negligence of his mother, had to raise his brothers. After tolerating it for nearly a decade, he abandoned home and worked several jobs as an unskilled laborer. His puglist tenencies caused him to find better fortune in security. After discovering his mother had been murdered, his succesful tracking and subsequent brutal murder of her killer attracted the attention of several contract assasin organizations. After a payment dispute with his previous employers, he moved to Londim in search of better opportunities.

OOC
i don't mind RP x hiring z to do a job if someone has a assignment they like to do
all you have to do is TG me with the infor you like said to your person so you can start it

Okay I'll keep that in mind. Expect a TG in the near future.

Code Name: Rhinegeldt
Name: Vic Hesson
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Ht.: 6'1"
Wt.: 190 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Bio: As a child, he was abandoned by his alcoholic father and, because of the negligence of his mother, had to raise his brothers. After tolerating it for nearly a decade, he abandoned home and worked several jobs as an unskilled laborer. His puglist tenencies caused him to find better fortune in security. After discovering his mother had been murdered, his succesful tracking and subsequent brutal murder of her killer attracted the attention of several contract assasin organizations. After a payment dispute with his previous employers, he moved to Londim in search of better opportunities.

Welcome aboard Siap. As I said to the others feel free to start posting.

It was a busy day in Jonensberg. The city was in full gear as the people went about the day. The capital city was a magnificant city. Many of the buildings are from the 17th century, though the city was founded many centuries prior. The river Telsk divided the city, bridged by many bridges. The people worked, the factories were steaming and the economy was good. The news was focused on with the war in TBD. At a business office a man, surrounded by several mean looking bodygurads emerged from the building. He was Frederick Syzemensk a businessman of questionable backrounds. A young woman observed him through the scope of a Walther WA 2000 sniper rifle. He hurried down the street towards his black sedan which was running and the door open. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back with a clip as she lay on her stomach. She was 1000 meters away and waiting like a predator for the right moment. Her finger graced across the trigger, gently pushing it inward as she led the target. All of a sudden the trigger squeezed all the way back and the only sound was the bolt moving back. A thousand meters away Frederick's head exploded wide open as brain and blood spattered against his bodyguards.

Instantly, with a fluid motion she got up, picked up the casing and stowed away the rifle in a bag and casually walked away from her spot. She took out a phone and speed dialed a number.
"It's done" and she put it away. Another job accomplished. She had no idea why she just killed a businessman. She never asked and was never told, nor did she care. It was just a job which she was good at and got good money for.

Vic walked into the office. Seems like the right place he thought to himself. Hopefully this won't end like last time. He had a slight limp incurred from a mild debate with his last employers which was slowly healing, but always acted up fter walking long distances.

He ran his hand through his long hair, debating the merits of putting it in a ponytail. Normally, it would make a man look feminine, but someone of Vic's size rarely had to worry about looking feminine. In the end, he decided not to put it in a ponytail.

Vic wore a thick olive drab army jacket and blue jeans, as well as large combat boots. Underneath the jacket, a thick chain was wrapped around his waist acting as a belt. His large hands had large, irregular knuckles that had been obviously been broken multiple times. His face had large uneven bumps across it, with patches of facial hair coming out where there were no scars. A thick fairly-new scar ran underneath his right eye, and his nose had a piece of tape that ran across the bridge, holding the bone in place so that it could finish healing.

He pounded on the door. "I was sent here. Looking for Henal." He grunted, realizing he probably mispronounced the name.

Arturo heard the knock on the door. It was a loud knock, the only time he heard these kinds were when the Guards were about to storm a place. He picked up his 9mm and his trusty dagger. It was always advisable to never answer the door unarmed. He looked through the peephole to see who it was. A large man stood outside in an olive drab jacket and looked like he had been in a fight quite recently and had suffered some nasty injuries. Arturo spoke:

"What is your business here?", he said almost without any emotion.

"I was sent here. Looking for Henal." came the reply. The mention of Henals name came as a surprise to Arturo. The only people who knew of Henal were former clientsand leaders of other guilds.

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Meanwhile in Henals office.
The phone rang. Henal let it ring a couple of times before answering.

"Hello?" he said.

"It's done", came the reply.

"Ahh Sasha. Excellent. Make your way back home. I feel things are about to change around here." The phone clicked. Another job accomplished, another paycheck to come in.

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"Wait a moment", said Arturo. He went to Henals office wondering who the man could be. He entered the office just as Henal finished a phone call.

"Ahh Arturo. What do you want?" inquired Henal. He watched Arturo closely. Arturo had grown into a fine assasin. He was totally different from the little boy who had stood on his doorstep 15 years ago.

"There is a man who wants to see you. From what I can tell, he has been in a lot of trouble. He has suffered some injuries, notably a broken noise and a couple of scars. He says he was sent to see you. Shall I let him in?"

Henal waited a moment before answering. If he knew Arturo, and he did, he was worried about his safety.

"Well if this man wanted to kill me then one of us would already been dead. Let him in and we'll see what he wants." He smiled as Arturo left the office to let the man in.

Back at the door Arturo looked through the peephole again. The man was still waiting patiently.

"You may enter.", said Arturo and opening the door let the man inside.

The wait hadn't bothered Vic. He walked inside. "Let me get to the point. I heard from someone reliable that you were in the house painting* business. I would like to make an offer. I would like to work for your organization, and in exchange, I would like protection."

*Slang for contract killing. Painting houses with brains.

One week ago
Vic, without a few of the scars and a still-intact nose walked into the office. "Listen Vic. Bang-up job on that last contract. Your payment is in that case."

"You filthy bastard. You said it was one man! There were Seven! I thought I was a dead man! You set me up! I took a fucking bullet in the leg!"

"Listen. Vic. I don't appreciate your tone. But seriously, that was an unavoidable circumstance. You did good. There's enough money here for you to retire permanantly. Your a rich man now. Seven times the guys means seven times the pay. Go, open your case."

Vic opened the case. Empty. He looked up and saw a very thin wire come around his neck. He was able to slide three fingers between it and his neck, prevening it from completely choking him. He saw his boss's nine come out into his face. "You son of a bitch. You were supposed to die back there! You think you can walk all over this place? You belong to me!" Vic gagged and used his other hand to slide back the blowback mechanism on his boss's gun, jamming it. "Jake you dirty rat." Vic choked as he drew his colt cobra from his pocket and pointed it at Jake who was trying to remove the bullet that was jamming his gun. Jake quickly yanked the revolver from Vic's weakening grip and smashed the butt of his pistol across the bridge of his nose. The man with the garrote wire let Vic fall to the floor as he squeezed his bleeding nose. Jake had sucessfully removed the offending bullet. "Die, bitch." Vic quickly reached up and grabbed and twisted the groin of the man who had strangled him from behind, forcing him to fall into Jake. Jake's gun went off into the man's chest. Vic still coddled his nose and grabbed Jake's gun, pointing it away from himself. "You are dead, Vic." Jake squeezed the trigger out of desperation causing several shots to ricochet around Vic. Vic squeezed the clip release and then there was a quiet "click". Vic got to his feet and bum rushed Jake over his desk. Then, quickly removing his chain belt, he delivered three powerful blows to his head, leaving something that vaguely resembled a broken egg. Vic gathered his Colt and staggered through the door, blindly firing on several goons and clients waiting in the next room as he ran out the door, clutching his nose.

Sasha knew someone that she could trust to dispose of the rifle. In a bag contained the gloves she used to handle the rifle along with the rifle itself. She tried to remain like a phantom, destroying all evidence that she was ever involved and getting rid of the tools. It was another successful mission. After disposing of the items she returned to her flat in the Old City, which is the most historic part of the city, filled with elaborate buildings from the age of the kings and queens. Her flat was simple, but with an artistic touch. She liked antiques and had several Persian rugs, along with vases and other things. She slipped out of her clothes and into the shower. The warm water felt good to wash off the invisible blood which stained her hands and body. From time to time she'd have nightmares and panic attacks due to her work which was stressful; however, she remained calm with great mental strength to retain her sanity. There wasn't much time to celebrate so she packed lightly and got a quick power nap before she was off to Jonensberg International Airport on a flight back to ''the base''...

OOC: Just for referece the base is located in Resa, Londims capital city.

Henal looked at the man who had asked to become a member of the Guild.

"So you want to be a decorator?", said Henal with a little smile, "Well before I can hire you I need proof of your skills." He got up and went to a filing cabinet. He flicked through the files and pulled one out and passed it to the man.

Target Profile

Name: Julian Moore
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Reason: Julian Moore is a respected businessman who runs the company GloCorp, a company that specialises in transproting goods. All seems fairly legitimate. However it has been found out that Moore is also one of the biggest sex traffickers in the region, kidnapping girls as young as 9 and selling them as sex slaves abroad, using his own transport means to send them to these place.

"As you can see Mr Moore is a very disturbing character. We have been hired to deal with him appropriatly. I'm going to warn you now, this man is well guarded with at two bodyguards with him at all times so he may be tricky to get too. If you can dispose of him in a way that will protect both your identity and ours you will be accepted into our guild and ou will have our protection for the rest of your life even if you choose to leave us. You will have the option of living at this base or we an provide you with your own apartment. However if you fail this assignment we will not coem to the rescue. Understand?"

"Any special requests on how he should be handled?" Vic cracked his knuckles. "Be needing any special souveneirs?"

Sasha breezed through the airport. She moved swiftly and skillfully like an athlete through the masses of travelers. The airport was large but few flights went to Londim. The plane began to taxi down the runway as she sat in her seat, exhausted and with a screaming kid kicking her seat from behind. All she wanted some some rest, but that was one thing she could never get...

Henal thought for a moment then answered:

"Well its pretty much an open book. You can be as creative or as practical as you want. I'm going to assume you are unarmed. If you are go speak to Arturo and he'll help you out. He's the guy who brought you in here. If you have a specific way you like to deal with problems then tell him and he'll figure something out. And when he's finished with you send him to me. That is all."

Vic stepped out of the office and looked at the kid. "You Arturo? I'm supposed to ask you 'bout getting some hardware. I'm probably going to need some automatics for this job."

The Cheif of State laid dead in a pool of blood. Left on him was a singel Black Rose.

Miuki "Black Rose" walked away nochelantly carrying his pin. A navy pin to signifiy his time in the Navy but for Rose it was her proof that the deed was done. She wansn't worried in the slightest, althoug INTERPOL had a Red Notice along with a $25,000 bounty on her head. She was elusive no one could catch her. She walked into the office.

"I'm here to see him." She told the secratary.

"Sir, Ms. Black Rose is here to see you."

A Man enter's the Henals office
"just picked up a job for the Guild"said the Man as he place a folder on the desk


*inside folder*

Name: Dan Smith
Age: 34
Sex: Male

Occupation: respected Arm's dealer

Reason for assassination:selling weapon's on the Black market which end up in the hand's drug lord's, known mod boss and so on

Person who ordered assassination: unknown person

Note's don't care how he is killed just kill him, money will be wired to Guild's Bank Account

"Yes I'm Arturo. So you want a couple of automatics? Thats not a problem. Follow me."

Arturo led th way into the main sitting room. It was like a normal room with a TV a couple of sofas a dining table and a bookcase. Arturo approached the bookcase and pushed a button that lay hidden in the wall panelling. A juddering sound was heard and the bookcase started rising off the ground. After it went halfway up Arturo bent down and went in.

"Come on.", he said. Behind the bookcase was a set of stairs going down into a basement. This area of the house had been built by the original guild members as both a weapons hold and a hiding place should the base ever be discovered. Arturo went down the stairs flicking a switch causing the bookcase to slam shut behind them. Darkness ensued for approximately 10 seconds before some lights came on. The sight revealed weapons and chemicals carefully laid out on shelves all around the room.

"Lets do this properly. Hi I'm Arturo, welcome to my home. So...sorry didn't catch a name....erm see anything you like?", he said with a smile.

OOC: Going to assume what I want is here

IC: "Call me Vic. Pleasure." He looked up and down the equipment, selecting an MP-9 with a silencer and a 10mm CZ-75, with its respective silencer. He then looked at the chemicals, selecting a T/S grenade and 50g flask of dicarboxylic anhydrate. "Should do." he said, stuffing the equipment in his coat. "The boss-guy wants to see you."

He walked out to the street where he had parked his motorcycle, looking at the files he had on the way out. Would be a good idea to case his place of business. He thought as he drove towards the offices.

OOC: Assume away I'll let you know if things you demand aren't there. Just to make it obvious, no we don't have any nucleur weapons.:p
@ Kanami: The Guild isn't a big business so no secretaries. Just image the Guilds building as a large vitorian house which is home to a number of the assasins. But for that part we'll just assume Black Rose knocked on the door.

Arturo watched as Vic selected his arsenal. It looked like this guy knew what he was doing. After Vic had selected the equipment, Arturo led him out closing the entrance way to the Hold*.

"The boss-guy wants to see you." said Vic as he left for his assignment. Arturo made his way to Henals office wondering what he had to do now. He entered the office where a man was handing a folder to Henal. Arturo didn't know who the man was but it wasn't surprising, Henal had a lot of contacts.

"So Arturo, you got my message. That Vic guy who has seemingly joined us. I want you to keep an eye on him, if he returns. I promised him he'll have the Guilds protection and so it's your duty to make sure he is safe whenever possible. If he is in ny danger I want you to call me immediatly to send backup for him. Got it?"

"Yes sir.", replied Arturo. At that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" said Henal.

OOC: I take it I will RP the entire assasination as well?

OOC:Yep. Each assasination is RPed by the person who has been assigned to it. I may jump in to play the people who are being assaisinated should the assaisn and the target ever exchange words.

(actually I was doing a second hit)


Two targets in one day. Two hits both a sucess. She was good. Now she had to report to some strange man. She knocked on the door of the adress she was given. She was told to enter and she did.

"Black Rose." She said and she threw her calling card.

(Oops Sorry for the confusion)

A girl of no more than 18 entered the room and threw a card. The card landed on the desk.

"Black Rose", were the words the girl spoke. That name seemed to ring a bell in Arturos head. Henal looked up at the girl when she uttered the words.

"Black Rose. Even though young you have had a lot of experience. You're wanted by the authorities for a number of murders of both governmental and non governmental personnel and currently have a $25000 bounty on your head. Don't look surprised that I know all this. I do my research. So what brings you here to our humble home?"

"I heard you payed a good price for hits. I'm in the market to do hits. Poloticians, Church Ministers, Heads of State, Kings, Presidents, Rulers and Magistrates, who ever you want I can take down, if your willing to pay."

Londim Police Headquarters [or the equivalent]

Agent Sinclair walked into the Police headquarters in a dark suit, his SIS badge and documentation at the ready.

"Excuse me. I need to see the Commissioner of Police, now," he said, flashing his ID. The receptionist had had a bad history with government agents, and fulfilled his request, leading the SIS agent to the Commissioner's office.

"Mr. Commissioner, sir? A Mr. Sinclair to see you," reported the receptionist.

"Bring him in," replied the Commissioner.

Sinclair walked in, and sat in the plush leather chair in front of the desk.

"Commissioner, I'm with the government of the Britannic Commonwealth. I understand that there's a problem with assasinations," Sinclair said.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't seem to pin them down," the Commissioner said, his interest piqued.

"These assassins have killed a government official in my nation, and the President finds this deplorable. Can we have your aid in capturing these terrorists?" Sinclair replied.

" I'll tell you one thing. You've got guts kid. So you want to work for the guild? And you're willing to take out basically anyone? Well I admire that but I'e got to tell you one thing. Occasionally we'll get a client who wants someone for no other reason than hate. In those cases we do a little investigating before a hit. If we find the target is an honest/ innocent person then we will not carry out a hit on the person. Instead the person who orders the hit will most likely face a trial courtesy of an anonymous submission of files that show they want an innocent person murdered. Of course all links to the Guild are destroyed. If you accept that then this here willbecome your new home. We're like a family and will protect you whenever you need protection. Do you accept?"

Henal eyed the girl. Having Black Rose on your side was a huge boost to the Guilds reputation.

"I do accept."

Londim Police Headquarters [or the equivalent]

Agent Sinclair walked into the Police headquarters in a dark suit, his SIS badge and documentation at the ready.

"Excuse me. I'm with the government of the Britannic Commonwealth. May I see whoever is in charge of the police?" he asked.


The clerk at the desk looked at the documentation of the man in front of him. He checked it once and then again, then stood up.

"Come with me sir. I'll take you to the Chief." The clerk led the way to the top floor and knocked on the door.

"Enter," came the reply from within. At the desk sat a muscular man with intelligent features and a piercing stare. "What is it Harris?"

The clerk, Harris, spoke to the Chief with respect, "Sir an agent from the Britannic Commonwealth is here to see you?"

"An agent from a foreign nation is here to see me? Send him in. Lets see what this is all about."

Harris spoke to the Agent, "In you go sir."

"I do accept."

"Well Rose, welcome o the Guild and our family. I'm rather busy at the moment so I can't show you around but if you go with Arturo", he pointed to Arturo,@ you'll be fine. He'll show you everything you need to know about. And maybe it will be nice to talk to someone who is similar in age.", Henal smiled.

Arturo looked at Black Rose and blushed slightly. What he saw in ront of him was not an effective killing machine, like Henal did, but a rather attractive girl. He smiled as she looked at him.

"Sir, my name is Robert Sinclair, from the Londinian SIS. We understand that there's a group of assassins working out of this city, and I will not let them continued without reprieve. Therefore, I ask that you allow me and my government to take actions necessary to take out these rebels. Can I count on your help?" asked the SIS agent.

"First of all Agent Sinclair I would like to ask what importance this holds for the Londinian Government? These murders are our top priority at the moment but why is a foreign nation interested in a spate of killings in our own nation?"

The Chief stared at the Agent suspiciously. This really didn't make any sense to him.

"Our government believes that key officials in our nation will be serving as targets for future assassinations. Furthermore, HM Government feels that combating these terrorists is crucial to maintaining international stability," stated the agent coldly.

"So we've gone from assasins to terrorists?! And you've been sent here on the whim that a Londinian government official could become a target in future. We could apply that to every nation on earth but I don't have agents from their nations knocking on my door. I'll state this now, this is a domestic situation. As far as we can tell they have not struck in any other nation. Our force deals with facts Mr Sinclair not with gut feelings. If they do strike in your nation then you'll have our support, but until then goodbye Mr Sinclair."

Chief just sat and stared coldly at the man sitting in front of him. He didn't need any official from another government messing with his investigation.

Sinclair walked out, furious. He signalled SIS Headquarters.

To the SIS:
Encryption: Extreme

Londim government refusing to help. Will be going alone. Please check files regarding all citizens of Londim that could be in this organization.

OOC: Are there any I could use to trace the Guild?

OOC: There are no specific names. The Guild is quite secretive. What your agent would have to do is immerse himself into the criminal world of Londim and work from there. That's where the rumours of the Guild are heard often. Some of these rumours hold some truths. All I'll say is that your Agent is in for a very difficult and frustrating journey.

To 006, Agent Sinclair:

We have no leads at this point. If we were the President, we would laugh at throw a cigar at you, but we aren't as sadistic as he. Recommended: Assume persona of a criminal.

Fuck, thought Sinclair. I need to spend the night drinking. I'll get on that tomorrow.

OOC: works for me.

IC:

Hesson initially surveyed the office building. He was able to identify Moore's car, as it was the only one that had a man emerge with two bodyguards. Vic tailed him out of sight through the parking garage, but did not follow inside the building. Doubling back, he placed a sticker over the surveliance camera and quickly darted to the car. He eased the slim jim, inside the hood and quickly shorted out the battery before the alarm could go off. He then applied the carboxylic anhydrate across the surface of the battery, connecting the two leads. He then took a bottle of water out and dripped water on the line he created. Soon there were several sparks. The battery would be destroyed in a matter of minutes. All before the security guards could see him close the hood and exit the garage.

He drove to the docks afterwards. Having experience working in docks, and sometimes moving illicit goods through docks, he knew what to look for. Air holes in a crate coming off of a ship that was registered as carrying plastics was one. He crossed the street to a small store, where he bought a helium balloon. He walked carrying the balloon as he entered a phone booth. He quickly opened the balloon and sucked inside as much of the helium gas as a he could. Holding his breath, he dialed the police department. When the voice responded, he spoke quietly in his obscenely high pitched voice.

"I am going to say this once and only once. I have hidden enough explosives on the ship..." he looked at the name he had scrawled on his hand and read it to the operator "...To send it to Saturn. I want ten million dollarrs ready to be transfered to an overseas account. Call me at this number." He then immediately got out of the phone box and hopped on his motorcycle and drove away.

It had all the makings of a crank call, but any police department worth their funding would have a bomb squad crawling all over the docks. Since they were looking for explosives, which could be hidden anywhere, finding nine year olds should be no trouble. It would give The Guard something else to worry about besides the assasinations.

Driving full speed back to the offices, Vic parked his bike in an alleyway across the street and walked calmly into the parking garage. Ducking out of sight, he saw the two body guards working on the engine of the car while Moore was inside swearing about the police intervention. Fish in a barrel. He lobbed the T/S grenade at them. The billowing smoke caused the bodyguards to flounder about as one tried to run and the other tried to protect Moore. A quick shot to the head dispatched the runner and three to the back took out the brave man. Moore ran out of the car, coughing and pleading. Vic ran quickly to him, pulling his head back by his hair and firing a quick shot through the soft flesh behind the jaw through the top of his head. Simple. messy. Looks like a mafia hit. Would fit a theory of being silenced by the sex traffickers. Vic quickly gathered the casings and walked quickly but calmly out, removing his bloody jacket and stuffing it into a satchel and replacing it with a cleaner track jacket. In the alley, he changed into the full track suit and drove back to the headquarters.

He walked back in to the office where he was several hours earlier, knocking once again.

Henal was in the office flicking thorugh feeds of CCTV cameras after hacking the main security system. From here he could observe every point in Resa. He had been following Vic through these feeds watching the all the events. He was still wondering about the phone call at the docks that Vic had made. At that moment there was a knock at the door.

"Come in.", he said.

"Job's done." Vic said, simply.

"Well Rose, welcome o the Guild and our family. I'm rather busy at the moment so I can't show you around but if you go with Arturo", he pointed to Arturo,@ you'll be fine. He'll show you everything you need to know about. And maybe it will be nice to talk to someone who is similar in age.", Henal smiled.

Arturo looked at Black Rose and blushed slightly. What he saw in ront of him was not an effective killing machine, like Henal did, but a rather attractive girl. He smiled as she looked at him.


"You can call me Black Rose."

" I noticed" said Henal, pointing at the feeds. " I must say I was impressed with the way you managed to find he target without me giving you a location. You passed that factor of the test and I'm also impressed with how you disabled the car before hitting the target." He looked at the feeds, specifically the docks where could now see a Bomb Squad searching the area and immediatly thought of the reason.

" And I can see you've told the police of a bomb threat at the docks. Not only have you taken out a dnagerous man but you've saved a lot of young girls so all I can say is welcome to the Guild. As promised you have our protection and anyone who purposefully harm you will be hunted down. All I ask is that you protect the fellow members in the same way they'll protect you Please make yourself at home and get to know some of the other members." With that Henal smiled at Vic and shook his hand.

"You can call me Black Rose."

Arturo looked at Black Rose still blushing slightly. He had been in many situations before but this seemed to be one of the most nerve racking.

" Hi. I'm Arturo. I'd like to be one of the first to welcoem you to the Guild and your new home. So let the door begin." He led the way out of Henals office before he spoke again. "This place is like any other house really. You have the lounge..." he led her to the lounge, ".you know TV, sofas, got a pool table over there but we have something no other house does...." With this he went towards the bookcase and hit the switch. "Would madam care to see the Hold?", he said cheekily as the bookcase rose up behind him.

OOC: Decided to make Vic a bit older

IC:
Vic walked out of the office and noticed the lounge. he sauntered over to the pool table, setting down his euipment and satchel and picking up a cue and setting a thin cigar on his lip. He noticed Arturo opening the door where he got his weapons. "Hey kid. Is it okay if I smoke here?" He looked around. "Y'got anything to drink here too?"

Arturo looked up at Vic.

"Sure you can smoke. And check the fridge in the kitchen, just opposite the lounge, its always got drinks in it. Feel free to have whatever you want. I mean its your home as well now.", he smiled.

"I take it there's a place I can crash upstairs or something?" he said, lighting the cigar.

"Upstairs first door on the right. The beds already been made for you and its you don't need to share with anyone. It's your own prvate space within this house. No one else wil enter without your permission." , he turned to Black Rose, " your room is first door on the left upstairs."

Agent Sinclair sat in his hotel room, and readied himself for the operation. He grabbed two Walther P99 pistols, loaded them fully, and made his way towards the seedy underworld of Londim.

Sinclair intended to go the Bacchic Bar, which had a nasty reputation for harbouring criminals.

He entered, and ordered a drink.

"Do you know anyone in here who could help me...liquidate some undesirable assets?" he asked the bartender, winking.

A Man enter's , he place's a folder on the desk then leave's

*inside folder*

Name: Peter Rock
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Occupation: Gangster
Reason for assassination: got away with the Raping and Murder of the wife of a well known TV star Jim Damon

Person who ordered assassination: Jim Damon

Note's: after looking long and hard i have now find out were he is hiding
Peter Rock can be find at the Black Swan Hotel in room 34

Jim Damon don't care how he is taken out

Jim Damon all so said he will pay the cost of the assassination after he has

evidence that Peter Rock been taken care of

evidence is a Ring that was taken off his wife finger by Peter

the Ring is a six Stone Diamond setting

OOC: The English language is not my forte, but it almost seems as if Rose and Vic are sharing a room.

IC: "Thanks."

He went into the kitchen and removed a bottle of vermouth, which he poured into a glass and mixed with tonic water and added a few ice cubes. He enjoyed his drink while shooting pool with himself, ignoring Black Rose and Arturo. He shot some more pool and then sauntered outside to his bike, where he collected multiple bags and satchels that were strapped to it. He then went back to his room and emptied the bags. Mostly clothes. He then took from his jacket the MP-9 and the CZ-75. He also removed a Smith & Wesson model 629 from inside the folds of his jacket as he took it off and a Colt Cobra that was apparently in a concealed holster on his thigh. He then unwound the chain from around his waist. His bare was covered in scars and what looked like a cigarette burn on the left side of his neck. He had an Ivy tattoo wrapping around his right arm. He sat on the bed and began to unlace his boots, he removed a Beretta Tomcat 3032 from one and a long dagger for the other that had a single brass ring protruding from its handle. He then began examining the scars on his body. He looked at the bullet wound on his leg. It was apparently no longer infected. He rooted through his satchel and found two books. One was The Field Medical Textbook for the Siapian Army and the other was Med School in Just Fifteen Minutes a Day. He took both books to the bathroom, along with a black bag, and using both textbooks, a compilation of notes and several surgical tools from the black bag he removed the bullet from his leg. He was relieved to see it was intact, as no further work was needed, and according to the Medical School book, he would be bleeding much more if he had gone into his femoral artery. He cautiously sutured the wound and then reclothed himself in clean sweats. Standing was more difficult than anticipated. I should probably start drinking heavily. He cleaned the bathroom and then limped down the stairs, passing through the kitchen to remove a bottle of vermouth from the fridge before sprawling out on the couch and flipping through the channels on one of the TVs.

Sinclair had been directed by the bartender to a man who could use someone that can liquidate assets.

He walked up to the receptionist [or whatever], and said, "I've heard your group needs personnel capable of...liquidating bad assets. I'd like to sign up."

OOC: That's my guy trying to join the Guild.

Vic awoke on the couch, and noticed that a file had been left on a desk by the door. He limped back to the room where Henal was. Knocking, he said. "Hey, we got another contract. You want I should handle it?"

Code Name: Tesla the Prodigy
Name: Sefton Feufer
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Ht.: 5'5"
Wt.: 120 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Bio: A merciless killing machine, Sefton got his first taste of death at the tender age of eight, when he defeated a pair of home invaders by knocking them into a filled bathtub and throwing in a toaster in after them. He is a sadistic phyco who enjoys killing just for fun. His father, a Ravean Special Forces advisor, recognized Sefton's potential ability to be an effective killer, and trained his son to control his phycotic urges; later, Sefton was enrolled in a training camp for child assasins in Ravea.

Sefton fights with a pair of Manchette fencing gloves; the gloves are modified to produce and channel electrical energy; he uses these gloves in conjuction with a metal Garrote wire. He is also rumored to posess an experimental Gauss-type weapon supplied by the Ravean army, but these claims are unsustained.

Arturo looked at Black Rose still blushing slightly. He had been in many situations before but this seemed to be one of the most nerve racking.

" Hi. I'm Arturo. I'd like to be one of the first to welcoem you to the Guild and your new home. So let the door begin." He led the way out of Henals office before he spoke again. "This place is like any other house really. You have the lounge..." he led her to the lounge, ".you know TV, sofas, got a pool table over there but we have something no other house does...." With this he went towards the bookcase and hit the switch. "Would madam care to see the Hold?", he said cheekily as the bookcase rose up behind him.

"Thank you, it looks nice. Sure show me the way."

Bump

Sinclair had been directed by the bartender to a man who could use someone that can liquidate assets.

He walked up to the receptionist [or whatever], and said, "I've heard your group needs personnel capable of...liquidating bad assets. I'd like to sign up."

OOC: That's my guy trying to join the Guild.

The woman looked up at this man standing in front of her. The woman was simply known as Lady and her part within the Guild was almost unknown by the rest of the members.

"You're not from around here are you?" , she said matter of factly, "You know, walking around here asking to join certain associations could kill you or have you arrested. For all you know I could be a Guard and this whole place could be a set up. So what makes you think I even know of such asociations?" Lady could and would handle anything. She didn't trust this guy. No one ever just asked to be a member. They were either referred to them or had been tracked by the Guild.

Vic awoke on the couch, and noticed that a file had been left on a desk by the door. He limped back to the room where Henal was. Knocking, he said. "Hey, we got another contract. You want I should handle it?"

OOC: Changed the rooms. Meant to say left for Black Rose.

Henal looked at the file that Vic had brought into the room. This looked like a high priority case but he couldn't just send someone to knock this guy off.

" I like your enthusiasm but we don't just go and take this guy out. Instead we'll do a little investigating of our own. What I want you to do is observe this guy. I want to know his habits, who he hangs around with and what he does. Once we're sure he is the right guy we'll take him out. Understand?"

Code Name: Tesla the Prodigy
Name: Sefton Feufer
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Ht.: 5'5"
Wt.: 120 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Bio: A merciless killing machine, Sefton got his first taste of death at the tender age of eight, when he defeated a pair of home invaders by knocking them into a filled bathtub and throwing in a toaster in after them. He is a sadistic phyco who enjoys killing just for fun. His father, a Ravean Special Forces advisor, recognized Sefton's potential ability to be an effective killer, and trained his son to control his phycotic urges; later, Sefton was enrolled in a training camp for child assasins in Ravea.

Sefton fights with a pair of Manchette fencing gloves; the gloves are modified to produce and channel electrical energy; he uses these gloves in conjuction with a metal Garrote wire. He is also rumored to posess an experimental Gauss-type weapon supplied by the Ravean army, but these claims are unsustained.

Welcome aboard.


"Thank you, it looks nice. Sure show me the way."

Arturo looked back at Black Rose and smiled. He led the way down into the hold and flicked a swich. The same sight greeted him as it did earlier. He turned back to Black Rose.

" This is the Hold. This is where we keep all our weaponary and other equipment needed for assignments. This also doubles as a hiding place should the Guard come knocking. If that happens then we all come in here and activate security level one. This will mean a message will be sent to all members in the field telling them to stay away and also ensures the Hold entrance can be opened from within here. It is also soundproof so no noise can escape from here. It was built by the founding Guild members, Henal is one of those members. So take a look around if you want?"

The plane finally touched down and Sasha bursted out of the plane, wanting nothing more than to get away from the damn kid who was still screaming. She never liked flying and having to deal with that kid put her in a bad mood. The day was late but she had much to do and little time to do it, she was methodical and a workaholic. A taxi stopped and picked her and her bags up and sped off through the city. After a few miles she halted the taxi.
"I'll get out here" she said, looking out the window.
"But ma'am those bags are heavy. Are you sure?" the driver asked, tipping up his cap.
"I'm sure, but thanks anyways" she replied with a smile and paid him, opened the door and stepped out. She wore a black turtleneck, with high boots and a dark skirt, complimenting her figure. Sasha got her bags out and slammed the door shut and the taxi drove off. Even though she looked somewhat delicate she was pretty strong. The bags lifted off the ground with ease and she began to walk. After a few blocks she slipped into an alley and into a building, she finally made it. She dropped the bags off in a room and walked about until she got to the secretary's desk.
"Tell Henal that I'm here" she sais and stood there, tired a bit irritated.

Ministry of Domestic Security

The news channels flooded with the businessman's murder earlier that day. People were stunned that such a bold killing could be done in broad day light and by some highly skilled assasin. MDS authorities who were investigating the businessman were astounded. He was under constant surveillence but somehow he was killed. MDS Agent Alaric Hylland walked into the briefing room. He was one of the senior agents working on the case. His superiors were furious and were trying to cover their asses, so they chewed him out then demanded a brief on what the investigators had so far. The briefing room was filled with important bosses and upper echelon leaders.
"Status report, agent Hylland" the deputy director demanded, sitting coldly. Hylland took a seat and took out some papers and flipped through them.
"Sir, the slug dug out of a wall...the one that killed him came from a Walther WA 2000 sniper rifle. It was a standard round. Checks on ownership came up negative. The weapon and the killer are unknown. So far there are no leads" he said in a cold, unemotional tone. A suiting tone for work but not his normal one.
"This is a disaster. He was just a small fish, leading us to the bigger ones and all of a sudden he's dead. What's worse is that it happened right under our noses. Now, we have nothing and his associates will get away" the director interjected.

The brief continued for some time more...

Fuck, he thought.

"Er, I'm sorry," he said. "This obviously is not an HSBC branch. No need for my banking skills. I apologise for the inconvience. But if you were the police, you would have made my signing up for this group come about quicker so I can be arrested."

"But seeing as I am here, I have a slip of paper I would like to deposit."

It read:


Name: Jesús Stamper
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Occupation: Auto mechanic
Reason for assassination: Serial rapist who raped and murdered my sister in cold blood
Individual requesting assassination: Jimmy Wayne
Preferred method: Close-quarters, painful, drawn-out.

The plane finally touched down and Sasha bursted out of the plane, wanting nothing more than to get away from the damn kid who was still screaming. She never liked flying and having to deal with that kid put her in a bad mood. The day was late but she had much to do and little time to do it, she was methodical and a workaholic. A taxi stopped and picked her and her bags up and sped off through the city. After a few miles she halted the taxi.
"I'll get out here" she said, looking out the window.
"But ma'am those bags are heavy. Are you sure?" the driver asked, tipping up his cap.
"I'm sure, but thanks anyways" she replied with a smile and paid him, opened the door and stepped out. She wore a black turtleneck, with high boots and a dark skirt, complimenting her figure. Sasha got her bags out and slammed the door shut and the taxi drove off. Even though she looked somewhat delicate she was pretty strong. The bags lifted off the ground with ease and she began to walk. After a few blocks she slipped into an alley and into a building, she finally made it. She dropped the bags off in a room and walked about until she got to the secretary's desk.
"Tell Henal that I'm here" she sais and stood there, tired a bit irritated.

Henal opened the door. " I already knew you arrived", he said with a smile. " So Sasha how have you been? How was your trip?" Henal watched Sasha and could see she was a little irritated but decided not to question it. "We've had a few changes since the last time you were here. For a start we've got a couple of new faces around here. They're highly skilled and have past the requirements to join us. Just go to the lounge and make yourself comfortable. I'll be in there shortly."

Fuck, he thought.

"Er, I'm sorry," he said. "This obviously is not an HSBC branch. No need for my banking skills. I apologise for the inconvience. But if you were the police, you would have made my signing up for this group come about quicker so I can be arrested."

"But seeing as I am here, I have a slip of paper I would like to deposit."

It read:


Name: Jesús Stamper
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Occupation: Auto mechanic
Reason for assassination: Serial rapist who raped and murdered my sister in cold blood
Individual requesting assassination: Jimmy Wayne
Preferred method: Close-quarters, painful, drawn-out.


" You're playing a dangerous game, you know that? You enter a public space and have ordered the murder of someone. There could be spies in this room who are watching you as we speak. Do you know where you are? The Bacchic Bar. Not a week goes by that there isn't a spy of some sort here."

Lady knew all about spies. She had been one herself for the LSS ( Londim Secret Service) for 15 years. She had left after a dispute with the Heads and became a member of the Guild for the money and security it gave her. The man in front of her seemed to confident and up front for someone who was ordering an assaisination. It didn't seem right.......

"I'll take your little bit of paper but maybe I'm just feeling kind enough to dispose of it so there is no evidence of a crime. You see that baretnder oer there? He constantly lies to strangers and I think he pulled a fast one on you. Leave this place before you get caught up in a situation you'll regret."

Sasha's cold gaze wandered around the room, Henal was obviously busy. She smirked and replied "Same old song". There was little emotion in her tone and she seem relieved when he mentioned the lounge. Though, she never liked new faces "New faces, eh?" she inquired. The woman never liked new faces, because they were dangerous in her mind and she grew never to trust too many people or any as a matter of fact.
"I'll be off then" and she walked out and towards the lounge.

"You think I should leave, eh?" asked Sinclair. "Very well, then."

He returned to the bar table and watched her carefully, but discreetly. He knew that she worked for the Guild, but lacked the concrete knowledge to back it up.

She acts like she's lying her way out of something.

He would follow her until she led him to the Guild.

An envelope was left at the base, containing another hit request.

Name: Dr. Kholer Franken Holm
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Occupation: Nuclear Physicist/Royal pain in the ass
Reason: Has compromising information on a covert business project.
Details: The time frame is limited. In one week, he will be in the airport for exactly ninety minutes while waiting for a connecting flight. He will be taking that connecting flight out of the country.
Note: It is imperative that his laptop's har drive and any other removable data storage devices he may be carrying be destroyed or recovered. An additional 20% shall be paid for everything to be returned intact.
Individual requesting contract: Cassius

***

Vic returned and waited to see Henal. From what he could tell, the Black Swan was a pretty safe. Or at least, it was occupied enough that it would have to be fairly discrete. He was apparently waiting in the hotel room for a rather large drug deal, which, if handled properly, would remove any suspicion that it was a professional contract hit. Vic cracked his knuckles as he waited to tell Henal this.

Sasha opened the door to the lounge...it was empty perfect! She quickly graced over to the tables where there was coffe, graciously pouring herself a cup and spinning around to observe the rest of the lounge. It was late in the day and she suffered from a pounding headache. She flicked her hair back and took a seat in the corner so that she could see who came in.

Lady watched the man take a seat at the bar. There was something not right about him but she couldn't put a finger on what. She watched him for a few more minutes before turning to the bartender.

"Harry I'm going upstairs to my bed. I'm feeling quite tired." With one more glance at the man she went upstairs.

************************************************************

Henal saw Vic standing outside his office door. He approached him.

" Would you like to step into my office?", he said.

(Check your TG's, Londim.)

Bingo, Sinclair thought as the woman went up stairs. He waited, then also went up the stairs. As he went up, he pulled out both of his Walther P99 pistols and made sure that they were fully loaded. They were.

" This is the Hold. This is where we keep all our weaponary and other equipment needed for assignments. This also doubles as a hiding place should the Guard come knocking. If that happens then we all come in here and activate security level one. This will mean a message will be sent to all members in the field telling them to stay away and also ensures the Hold entrance can be opened from within here. It is also soundproof so no noise can escape from here. It was built by the founding Guild members, Henal is one of those members. So take a look around if you want?"

She looked around it was a spacious and plain looking room. "Incredible." All she could utter. High-Tech meets every day.

Henal saw Vic standing outside his office door. He approached him.

" Would you like to step into my office?", he said.

Vic stepped in, and spoke, "I've got some info on that gangster in the hotel."

Bump

Bingo, Sinclair thought as the woman went up stairs. He waited, then also went up the stairs. As he went up, he pulled out both of his Walther P99 pistols and made sure that they were fully loaded. They were.

Lady entered her room and sat down. She looked at the paper in her hand which held the details of the hit. For all she knew this could be a legitimate claim but her instinct told her to get rid of it. She always trusted her instinct. She looked at the paper one last time before throwing it into the fire.

She looked around it was a spacious and plain looking room. "Incredible." All she could utter. High-Tech meets every day.

" Impressed?", said Arturo although he could already see the stunned look on the face of Black Rose. Although the Hold had been built by the original members, Arturo felt he had some input into it and it had bcome his hideawya within the house. Though it held deadly weapons it brought him a sense of calm.

Vic stepped in, and spoke, "I've got some info on that gangster in the hotel."

"Lets hear it?", Henal said to Vic. This contract could be worth a lot and Vic was proving to be a valuable member in such a short little time.

Agent Sinclair saw the lady enter the room, and he followed her. Both of the silenced pistols out, he kicked open the door and levelled both pistols at her, then used one of his legs to shut the door.

" You know, it's rude to enter a ladies room without her permission", said Lady without looking around. She wasn't scared of the situation, she had been in worse than this before. " So why don't you tell me your purpose here?"

"Tell me where the Guild is," he said, curtly.

" I'm afraid its not that simple. You see by the way your addressing me.." she said looking at the guns, "...I'm inclined to think you mean them harm. Now you could be one of three things, a member of a different guild, a Guard but my insticnt tells me otherwise. You see I think you're a spy. I don't know why you're here but you are. So why are you here?"

"None of your business," Sinclair replied. "Tell me where the Guild's leader is, now. Or I'll kill you."

Sasha continued to sit in the lounge. Henal was a good employer but he was never around when you needed him. The money paid good and all so she couldn't complain. Besides, a little time to reflect and sip some coffee alone.

" Tell me, how much experience have you had dealing with suspects who won't listen to you? By the way you're acting I'm saying very little. Also you're failing at your own job. You see if you kill me your left with no leads. Now that I know what you are I'm not going to help you. I admire your spirit and I'm guesing you do this for the love of your country. I used to be the same but then I opened my eyes. Those who employ you use you as a tool of covering there own asses and you comply. As a spy you should also sake out an area before hitting it. There are cameras all over this room and if its found a foreign agent kills a civilian of another nation, well a whole load of crap is going to fly. Do you really want an international incidenet on yur hands?"

"No," Sinclair said. "I guess I don't want an international incident. That's why I have a licence to kill." The guns didn't move.

"You're hardly a civilian. You're a criminal who helps assassins. Now, who and where is the leader of the Guild?"

" Tell me. What do you define as an assasin? Is it someone who is employed to take care of problems? Someone who is paid to do so and willingly does? Someone like you? A licence to kill does nothing to seperate you from those you seek and never will. Lets see. We both have a boss or leader do we not? We both follow orders. We both are paid to carry out these orders. So really what makes you better than the assasins?

MDS Agent Hylland bursted out of the briefing room, his face red from a shouting match with his section chief who continued to blame and badger Hylland for the inadiquacies of the higher ups. Hylland was the sacrificial lamb led to the slaughter to appease the deputy director.
"Fucking Trezmen, that was a trap" he said in an irate tone to Agent Jevsen who hurried to keep up with his boss.
"What are we going to do? There aren't any leads" Jevsen asked, brushing past someone in the hall.
"There's always something. No crime is perfect" Hylland replied quickly. Deep down inside he realized that this would be the toughest case. Without the businessman, his partners in the General Assembly would get off free. Several Deputies in the House were under investigation of accepting bribes and other services. Now, they had almost no solid evidence.

"The difference between you and me," Agent Sinclair spat coldly, "is that I kill on the orders of my government for the benefit of my nation. You murderers kill for either sadistic pleasure or because your clients pay you well. I kill criminals and terrorists. You kill people on the streey because a client pays you."

"The difference between you and me," Agent Sinclair spat coldly, "is that I kill on the orders of my government for the benefit of my nation. You murderers kill for either sadistic pleasure or because your clients pay you well. I kill criminals and terrorists. You kill people on the streey because a client pays you."

"And that's where I see you haven't doen your research. If you had bothered to check you would have noticed all the people who had been killed, had been involved in various crimes such as drug smuggling, sex trafficking, high robbery, torture. The Guild does not target anyone who is a decent person. You say you target this Guild to protect members of your government. Your government has nothing to fear because we do not go after political figures. Yes the Guild is interested in money but the Guild also has sense. Killing a government official can lead to wars and wars lead to the deaths of innocents. You don't have to believe me but i would make sense if you did.."

"Still, you violate the rule of law. And that's the problem," said Sinclair brusquely. After a pause he added, "I don't care who you kill or why, but the fact remains that you violate the rule of law, and the fact remains that my government feels that the world would be better off without the Guild in it. Now, where is the leader of the Guild."

" But why should your government care about a crime faction in another nation? You think this is the only Guild? By international standards we're small. Before you go running into other nations, you should have a look within your own? If you tell me which nation you work for I'll happily give you information about any Guild within your nation but I will not turn in friends."

Lady watched the agent in front of her. Maybe this would work. She didn;t care about giving information on other Guilds as long as her friends were safe.

"Intriguing. Is there such a Guild in the Britannic Commonwealth?" he asked.

I might get a commendation for this, he thought.

" If I'm correct the Britannic Coomonwealth has little or no prisons. With that in mind do you honestly think there isn't? Of course there is. If I remember its headquarters is located somewhere on the outskirts of your capital city. The leader is an ex army general who uses his military expertise in planning hits. Also they are not like the Londim Guild. They don't care who they kill as long as they are paid. I wouldn't be surprised if they would take out your government. All I can tell you is that they are a bigger threat than the Guild of Londim."

"Can I have a name?" he said. "Then I shall leave you in peace."

" Do I have your word? As a sign of mutual respect I will give you a name only if you promise to leave Londim. If you for whatever reason you continue your investigation here, then I am afraid the government will find out. I do not want anything to occur between our nations, but it will should a spy be found within our national borders. So do you swear on whatever you hold dear to end this investigation?"

"As soon as I hear a name, I will be leaving Londim to report to my superiors," Sinclair said. "And I won't be coming back, I swear."

" I'm going to trust you with that. The man you are looking for is Charles Arnold or 'Charlie'. His age would approximately be around 50. I hope this information helps you and helps protect your government. For now goodbye and good luck."

Lady watched the man with almost a smile on her face. Through this little conflict they had she had grown to respect him and had found it easy to give the information to him. As she said to herslef before, she didn;t care about other Guilds just about her friends.

He took out his mobile, and with one hand signalled the SIS.

To the SIS:
Encryption - High

Charles Arnold, ex-Army general, leader of Londinian Guild. Investigate at once.

"Thank you," he said. He then walked out of the room.

Hylland sat in his office, on and off the phone with investigatots, contacts, and the press who were highly interested in Szysmenk's death. They were like vultures, the investigation grinded to a halt. There were no leads, no evidence, and no suspect. He feared he would have to eat is wn words about how no crime was perfect; however, deep down inside he felt that it wasn't a crime. The businessman was a capitalist sympathizer. Kulikovia is a Socialist nation and he deeply hated capitalism. Also, the businessman was believed to have bribed several politicians, this was just unacceptable to him. Hylland dared not express this view because a crime was a crime to most people but this was something else. despite the moral issue he decided that pressing on was best.
"Hylland" his partener said as he poked his head into the office "We've got a break"
"Really?!" Hylland replied with glee "What is it?"
"A witness claimed that a woman with a case asked to rent a room at the Tybalt Hotel the day of the killing. Investigators did some digging around and some other stuff. The angle from the room matched the trajectory of the bullet."
"Great, now we know where the assasin was at. Bring the hotel manager here for questioning, make sure the scene is secured and have forensics down there" Hylland ordered and stood up, grabbing his coat.

a man sit's at the and orders a drink

"here'said the bar man

"thank's"said the man

I'm interested in joining.

Name: Alex Buchanan
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 0''
Weight: 174 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Occupation: Guard
Profile: At age 15, Alex came home from school one day to find both his parents dead with bullets holes in their head. The police reports confirmed that they had been killed by professional assassins for unknown reasons. After several years in a foster home, at age 18 he applied to join the Londim Guard; he wanted to live a life of justice and try to avenge his parents' deaths. Alex proved to be an exceptional officer, and at age 23 he was assigned to an elite squad dealing only with the affairs of an organization of assassins known only as 'The Guild'.

"Lets hear it?", Henal said to Vic. This contract could be worth a lot and Vic was proving to be a valuable member in such a short little time.

"He is, indeed, staying at the hotel room suggested by the file. There is only one reason someone in his business would hang around in a hotel room like that, which is for a deal. Now, my thoughts are we have two options. It is a crowded hotel, with many people coming and going, so it will have to be quick and efficient. I figure there are two ways we do this. We wait for whoever he is dealing with to show up, and take them all down, make it look like a deal gone sour. The other idea I had was we simply go in with some smack, kill him and plant it on site, so it looks like the deal went sour to begin with. Silencers and low calibre fire arms. Simple, efficient, quiet, looks unlikely to be a contract kill."

I'm interested in joining.

Name: Alex Buchanan
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 0''
Weight: 174 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Occupation: Guard
Profile: At age 15, Alex came home from school one day to find both his parents dead with bullets holes in their head. The police reports confirmed that they had been killed by professional assassins for unknown reasons. After several years in a foster home, at age 18 he applied to join the Londim Guard; he wanted to live a life of justice and try to avenge his parents' deaths. Alex proved to be an exceptional officer, and at age 23 he was assigned to an elite squad dealing only with the affairs of an organization of assassins known only as 'The Guild'.

Welcome aboard. Fel free to start posting.

"He is, indeed, staying at the hotel room suggested by the file. There is only one reason someone in his business would hang around in a hotel room like that, which is for a deal. Now, my thoughts are we have two options. It is a crowded hotel, with many people coming and going, so it will have to be quick and efficient. I figure there are two ways we do this. We wait for whoever he is dealing with to show up, and take them all down, make it look like a deal gone sour. The other idea I had was we simply go in with some smack, kill him and plant it on site, so it looks like the deal went sour to begin with. Silencers and low calibre fire arms. Simple, efficient, quiet, looks unlikely to be a contract kill."

"Hmm interesting. If we go with option 1 we'll more likely be in the clear. I know some officers take bribes from these guys so if they survive we could be looking at a whole pile of shit. Take them all out and we're clear. I trust you already have a plan? Well I'm assigning this to you. Here, take this. It's a headpiece. Everyone gets one. It allows us to stay in contact and lets us know if you get into trouble. Now if you excuse me I have someone else to see." Henal left the office and headed to the lounge where Sasha was sitting, relaxing.

" So Sasha, feeling comfortable? For the moment I'm not going to assign a job to you just yet. Rest a little but here take this." He gave her another headset. " I want you to keep a track on Vic, a new guy. He's going on a job and will need someone to watch his back. Just make your way to my office where he'll be waiting. Then when he leaves keep in radio contact with him and keep an eye on him through our CCTV feed. Okay?"

Sasha looked up at Henal, she just finished a cup of coffee. Henal aproached her and she set the cup down.
"Do you want him to be aware that I'm keeping an eye on him?" she asked "Or am I supposed to lurk in the shadows?" she inquired with a snicker. The thought of new people never thrilled her. In her mind they were a liability and couldn't be trusted. Sasha was just paranoid though.

"Let him be aware. Let him know we're watching him. It works two ways. If he knows we're watching him then he'll know we're protecting him and if he decides to betray us we'll know."

A smile came across Sasha's normally stoic face. This was an assignment of which she would enjoy. babysitting didn't seem all that great but getting to dispose of him if he betrays them sounded sweet to her ears.
"It would be my pleasure" she smirked. "Is he there now?"

"Yes. He's in my office. Go introduce yourself to him. You might actually like him."

"You know me Henal, I'm just a cold hearted bitch" Sasha joked and stood up. The prospect of maybe not having to kill anyone seemed like a breath of fresh air. From time to time she wakes up at night in a cold sweat, the killings were starting to get to her. But this mission may not involve having to kill anyone.
"What's the job?" she asked as she threw the cup away.

"The target is a drug dealer. The job should be a simple one. He's basically a sitting duck. However the second party of the deal will also be taken out to make it look like a deal gone wrong. That was Vics idea. So go meet the guy then make yourself comfortable in my office and track his progress. If he gets into a whole lot of trouble then you go in after him. Understand?"

Sasha flicked her hair back "So I'm his guardian angel. But if he betrays us I'm the angel of death, gottcha" she replied with a snicker "Alright, I'll go meet him, c'ya later boss" and she casually walked out of the lounge, her legs quickening her step as she approached Henal's office where this Vic character was at. She stopped before the door and fixed herself, flicking her hair back and fixing her skirt, making sure she look fine. Then, she grabbed the door knob and opened the door and entered the office.
"Hello Vic, I'm Sasha, you're guardian angel for the job you're doing" she said without giving Vic a chance to say anything first.

Hylland and several other agents parked their sedan out in front of the hotel. He stepped out of the vehicle, wearing his sunglasses and a face full of scowl. He was determined to get to the bottom of this case. The hotel manager, a man with a gray beard went up to greet them.
"I'm Agent Hylland of the MDS" he said, showing his credentials.
"I'm Mr.Teleren, what can I do for you today?" he asked.
"We need to see your security tapes and you need to see our sketch artist as well." Hylland said. The manager took him to the security room where there were several monitors. There, the security guard rewinded to the time that Mr.Teleren said he saw the woman. The footage was grainy but good enough. At one point a woman entered the revolving doors.
"That's her!" the manager shouted out.
"Zoom in" Hylland ordered the tech guy who zoomed in and tried to clear the image. The woman carried a short case. She seemed quite attractive with curly dirty blonde hair. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Positive" the manager shot back. Hylland smiled
"Take me to the room she rented" he ordered.

bump

a man walks into the Guild building not saying a word take's a seat

Alex blazed down the street in his coupe as he headed towards his destination. He was going to a hotel, the location of a recent murder thought to be carried out by the Guild. As he approached the hotel he slowed down and parked behind a sedan. Alex got out of his car and walked towards the door while putting on his sunglasses. An officer from the Guard walked up to him and stuck his arm out, blocking his way.

"I'm sorry sir, no civilians beyond this point."

Alex reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a badge, quickly flashing it to the officer.

"Agent Buchanan, Special Investigations Unit. I'd appreciate it if you'd let me inside."

The officer nodded, "Very well, follow me Mr. Buchanan."

As they walked inside, Alex noticed several government agents inside questioning someone, probably the manager. They didn't look like Londim agents, they had to be foreign; Alex didn't like foreigners, they couldn't be trusted. He walked up to the man who seemed to be in charge and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around Alex flashed his badge.

"Agent Buchanan, Londim SIU, what is your business here?"

OOC: I'm assuming your agents are foreign Kulikovia, sorry if I'm mistaken.

"Charmed." Vic regarded Sasha with only passing interest. "I'm going to go bury that sonuvabitch." He grunted as he walked towards the hold, fiddling with the earpiece. He went in to the hold to get a silencer for his Beretta Tomcat 3032, and then he went back to his room and got his weapons and a small toolkit, and slipped a maintenance worker's jumpsuit over his clothes. He took his bike into the city but then took public transportation and walked the rest of the way.

Something he had learned in his line of work was that most people only have a very narrow understanding of the world. For example, a maid at a hotel knew very little about the electronic locks on the door, except that they open when someone puts a key in them. Combine enough technical knowledge to sound like an expert and a percieved disdain for anyone who isn't, and one would attain what he wanted.

Vic noted the target was drinking in the hotel bar with several other men. I have to move quickly. He thought as he walked around back to the maintenance entrance and came out near the rooms. He saw a maid dusting one of thel light fixtures. "I'm the locksmith who was called. Which way to room 34?"

"I don't remember hearing about a locksmith." She replied,

"I have my work order right here. Room 34." He said, tapping his case.

"Can I see it?"

"Look, I didn't come all the way out here to be jerked around by some two-bit shit pit scraper. Either there's work for me to do, or your boss has to pay 20% of the estimate. I'm a busy man."

She looked at him with complete disgust. "Right this way." She led him, hoping he would choke on something corrosive.

Vic began immediately dissasembling the lock. He succesfully removed the electronic lock, and twisted the handle so it would open silently. He then reattatched the lock and quietly entered the room, putting on vinyl gloves and wiping off the lock. He heard a nasal sound coming from the bathroom. He drew his Beretta 3032. He moved quietly, and peered into the bathroom. A small blonde woman wearing a miniskirt and fishnets looked up at the mirror with white powder on her nose. She stared at him for a moment. "Just who the fuck are you?" She shouted, reaching for a snub-nose .357 magnum sitting on top of the toilet. Vic moved quickly and quietly, grabbing her hand and twisting it, so she dropped the gun. With his foot, he kicked the bathtub faucet on, and her muffled grunts and screams were muffled by the water hitting the porcelain. She reached her nails and dug a large chunk of flesh from his face. Vic grunted and through her in the bathtub. With one hand over the long scratch on his face, he drew the Beretta 3032 and fired a single shot into her throat before she could make any more noise. She choked and gurgled as the faucet poured water on her face, hands covering the hole in her throat. Vic noticed a ring on her finger. He raised his heavy boot and then stomped heavily on her chest, feeling her sternum break under his heel. Removing his foot carefully, he focused on the small ring, prying her hand off of her throat. The ring had a six stone diamond setting. He pried the ring off of her finger, and then stood back. She was completely helpless as the tub filled with bloody water over her. Vic regarded her the same way an appraiser would regard an inexpensive piece of art. He turned off the faucet before it could overflow and pocketing the ring.

He looked at himself in the mirror, with the fresh scar on his face. Complements the rest nicely. He took out a lighter and cauderized the areas still bleeding. He stopped quickly when he heard several men talking. Something about "stuff" and "money". Vic took out the silenced MP-9. He held a canvas bag to the side near the case-ejection slot and kicked open the bathroom door. Vic quickly sprayed a quick blast of gunfire at each of the three men. Afterwards, he walked up to each man and placed the gun at the back of their skulls and fired a single round into the mass above the base of the spine. Vic looked at the two cases the men had brought. The first one was a briefcase containing many bags of white powder. The other was a smaller satchel, with two large stacks of bills. Vic surveyed the room quickly, recovering bullet casings he may have missed and then took a bottle of vodka, stuffed a pillowcase inside and lit it and threw it at the wall before exiting via the window.

Outside the hotel Vic darted into an alleyway, removed his maintenance man uniform and placing the guns in the toolbox, which he stuffed into the satchel. Vic tossed the uniform into a barrel and lit it on fire, before returning to the street.


Before returning to the base, Vic stopped by the docks and bought fish, the one that most closely resembled the ocean tuna found near Siapian shores. He stopped at a store on the way back, gathering some other necessary ingredients and returned to his bike and driving home.

Back at the base, he set the groceries on the kitchen table, and removed a small tray from the cabinet and the bottle of vermouth. He put the slabs of fish in a solution containing the vermouth and vinegar. He placed this in the fridge, along with a note "Do not touch under penalty of death.-Vic" His stomach grumbled at the thought of pan-seared tuna, but unfortunately the last hit was fairly greusome, and a rough sketch of his face would probably turn up in a few post offices. No matter he thought as he shaved off the long scraggly beard, forming it into a banger and a complementing beard. (http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/602150/2/istockphoto_602150_man_26.jpg)
He set all of his guns down and returned to cooking in the kitchen.

An envelope was left at the base, containing another hit request.
Name: Dr. Kholer Franken Holm
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Occupation: Nuclear Physicist/Royal pain in the ass
Reason: Has compromising information on a covert business project.
Details: The time frame is limited. In one week, he will be in the airport for exactly ninety minutes while waiting for a connecting flight. He will be taking that connecting flight out of the country.
Note: It is imperative that his laptop's har drive and any other removable data storage devices he may be carrying be destroyed or recovered. An additional 20% shall be paid for everything to be returned intact.
Individual requesting contract: Cassius


Bump for this contract

Henal sat in his chair looking at the contract for the nucleur physicist.

" I think its time to see what Black Rose can do?", he said to himself. He put a message over the speaker system.

" Black Rose. Could you come see me in the lounge?"

Vic was completely absorbed in his cooking. When he threw the fish in the pan, he ran is hand through his hair, noticing that he was still wearing his headset. He smiled slightly, speaking into it. "Sasha, the contract has been completed. The ring was recovered, and it is on the kitchen table."

Sasha stood outside his apartment building. Keeping track of him was difficult and dangerous. Her report back to Henal was a mixed one. Vic seemed a bit too reckless, killing more people than was needed. And the way he offed the woman was messy, she even dug her fingernails into his face. Sasha had to be the cleaner, she snuck into the room and to her dismay, had to cut the dead woman's head off, and she destroyed some other evidence.
"Vic..." she sighed "Alright, I'm coming up" and she walked across the street and up the stairs of the building and to his door.
"Open up, Vic" she said as she rapped her fist off of the door.

OOC: Vic lives on the base compound

IC: "Kitchen doors open."

OOC: Oh...okay

Sasha heard him and she walked to the door. But stopped, she fixed her hair and then gently opened the door and itnto the kitchen. There were signs of him cooking, something good.
"Where's the ring, Vic?" she asked, looking at the food, dishes, and other things.

"Manilla envelope. Southwest corner of table. Near onions."

She walked past him towards the table, there was a manilla envelope sitting next to the onions, just like he said. A few things were running through her mind, a few questions. She fought back from asking but she caved in finally.
"What's with all this food, having company over?" she asked as she gracefully picked up the envelope.

"Cooking just takes my mind off things." The fleshy fish seared into a more firm meaty substance, while the interior was warmed just slightly. He flipped it over again searing the other side. "Dare may I ask how you got mixed up in this business?"

Sasha relaxed herself for the time being. Cooking to take your mind off it? It was intriguing to hear that. Vic appeared to be more than what she thought. So, she entertain him the question seemed simpl enough but it was a hard hitting one for her to stomach. A forgotten past resurfaced.
"Well...it's a bit too depressing really" she tried to make an excuse "I chose this because something happened to me in the past. I don't really feel like getting into it. I only ever told Henal why when he wanted to hire me. I made him swear never to tell anyone if he valued his valuable, if you get what I mean" she snickered a bit, trying to disguise her feelings with a bit of humor. That's how she deals with stress, through humor.
"What about yourself...dare I ask?" she pondered.

"I was not so bad at loading freight onto ships. I was also good at keeping my mouth shut and I was good at getting into fights. Like all citizens of my nation, I was required to do service to my country. I joined the Army reserves at 17 because the pay was good and I could keep my day job. But then the terrorists attacked." He paused for an uncomfortable second or two. "After the pacification, killing didn't bother me so much. Didn't bother anyone much. We suffered minimal casualties, but something like a half of my unit went section 8. Needless to say there were no terrorists. Like I said, killing didn't bother me so much, and my employers found out."

Sasha nodded as he spoke. Vic didn't seem half bad. She had a low opinion of him the first time they met but her thoughts of him grew better. The mood seem to be going down.
"Well...I like to read to take my mind off of my job. I also collect antiques, it's a hobby" she said, trying to change the subject slightly.

"What kind of antiques?" He remembered his father's old single action revolver from centuries ago.

"Well, paintings, vase, small statues, other antique items which are wide ranging" she replied. Sasha over the years acquired a descent sized collection. Ancient shields, pottery, swords, paintings. When she wasn't performing assasinations she was an art dealer. "I'm an antique dealer in my spare time" she admitted "It's an honest trade for a dishonest woman such as myself" she grinned.

"It probably pays better than being a bouncer or managing security on a dock." The fish was finished cooking. He removed the tuna, and the barley stew was nearly finished as well. "Pan-seared tuna?"

"Antique dealing is a good cover. It's amazing the types of people you meet. The connections you make which come in handy later on". The authorities got close to arresting her one time, but a senator to whom she sold a 17th century painting to vouched for her when she was asked where she was when a mobster was killed. It was complicated but selling a painting, having a few drinks, and spending a different lengthy night with the senator paid off. So, that was the closest she ever came to being caught.
"Yes, I would have to say it pays better than working on the docks. Though, an honest trade is an honest trade. Yes, I would like something to eat, thank you" Sasha replied and moved around the table to look at what he was doing.

He served the pan seared tuna with a side of barley stew and mango pudding. He pulled a bottle of Spirytus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rectified_spirit) out of the bag. It was traditionally a Polish drink, but it was popular in Siap. "Careful with the stew. I was a little generous with the horseradish and onions." He poured a small amount of Spirytus into two glasses. Siapian food is traditionally bitter and spicy, however the puddings were fairly sweet. "Have you ever tried Spirytus before?"

The food looke delicious, and she was quite hungry. A man who can cook? She forgot all about the manilla envelope which was the reason why she was there. Though, having a free meal is always nice.
"I'm sure it's fine" she replied as the food was brought to the table. He took out the Spirytus, it along with vodka were popular drinks in Kulikovia, though she rarely drank and never had it.
"Can't say I have, though of heard of it before" she remembered that it had a high concentration of alcohol.

"One of the men I worked with on the dock was a Pole. I remember one time I went to his place for dinner once and it was traditional to fill a coffee cup full of this stuff. As soon as I drank some, they'd fill my glass up again. it was excellent food, but I had to crawl out the door."

Sasha laughed at his short story. She looked down at the food and after thinking for a moment took a bite. After chewing the food she let the taste soak into his taste buds, savoring the taste.
"This is delicious" she blurted out, her mouth still half full. She started to snicker a bit, almost choking on the food but she recovered quiickly.

"I remember when I was in the Army, we were clearing out some building and one of those fuckers blew himself up. Most of my unit got out, but I was stuck inside with the cook. Since the town we were taking was pretty insane, the brass wanted to bomb it. The chef was pretty freaked out because he thought we were dead. I said that if we dug we could get through the sewer main and out to the resevoir out of town. He told me that he would be my wife if I got him out alive, and I said I'd be happy if he could teach me how to cook so I don't have to live off canned beans anymore." He smiled remembering the story.

Sasha thought for a moment, "That's...interesting" as she tried to hold back a laugh which she said in a confused tone. Vic seemed pretty odd but it didn't matter, she finally got a chance to relax. Especially after having to cut someone's hand off earlier in the day.
"I'm not much of a cook, sadly" she continued to eat. "I try but it doesn't stick with me"

"My advice is to stick simple. And invent. Experiment, and see what goes together. Many people can remember all kinds of recipes and whatnot. I just remember what stuff tastes like and I put it together."

"If I tried to experiment with food, the kitchen would explode" she joked. But, it wasn't far from the truth. She could cook enough to get by but nothing like what Vic cooked. Due to a busy life she rarely cooked anything big. Ramen soup was her best friend, and eating out.

Vic noticed the envelope from the corner of his eye. "You might want to take this now before you forget. Contract isn't worth anything without it."

Sasha looked over at the envelope and sighed. She flicked her curly hair back "I'll do it later. I'm just trying to relax and enjoy a good meal with some interesting company...unless you want me to leave now?" she toyed.

"As much as I want to insure that Henal's organization will continue protecting me, I would be willing to forestall completion of my contract for someone who appreciates my cooking."

"Excellent!" Sasha replied with a mischevious grin. She hadn't had a descent home cooked meal in a long time. Also, having someone to talk to at dinner was nice as well. She lived alone, not even a cat dwelled in her apartment. Just her, her antique and art collection, as well as her guns.
"Did you have anything else in mind, other than dinner?" she asked.

"Well, the second time I was buried under forty tons of concrete I learned how to make créme broule..."

the man who was just sitting there pull's out a .45mm an start to clean it,he all so pull's out a chocolate bar an eats it at same time

Sasha laughed "And then you baked a cake during an artillery strike too?" she asked. She was actually enjoying herself.
"I figured a way to deliver this envelope and still have a good evening" she began to plot "You and I can go drop this off on our way to my apartment where I can show you my collections" she suggested as she took another sip of the vodka.

"It was actually a suicide bombing. The cordite did wonders for the chocolate." he smiled. "Tell me, are you within walking distance? My bike is parked around back."

One of the things Sasha liked about working for Henal was that he provided housing for his employees. She had a cover apartment back in Jonensberg which served her well, it had a few pieces of art, but the one Henal provided was home to most of her belongings.
"Not within walking" she admitted "But it's close enough to be worth it" she replied. Vic continued to make her snicker.

the man pull's out a seal letter,open's it an read's it

"mm i think i use barrett 82A1" he said to himself

Vic walked towards Henal's office and slid the envelope under his office door. Looking out the window, he realized it was the first time in about two weeks that he had not spent the evening fretting over his mortality. He knew that he could probably never return home. And if the rumors were true, about who had died on his last day with his previous employer, then his time was finite, and no amount of protection Henal offered could keep him safe. But for now it did not matter.

"Shall we be off?" He said, holding the door for Sasha.

the man just look's at the two as they go past him

"We shall indeed" Sasha replied as she walked past him "My, what a gentleman" and they were off. After a descent ride on his bike they made it to her apartment. She lived on the third floor of the building. She always preferred to use the stairs. After easily walking up them and down the hallway, they made it to her door. She slide the key into the hole and opened the door. It was dark inside and she flicked on the lights. There were painting lining the walls. Persian Rugs in the living room and her room. Several vases on pedistuls. An old shield with two swords over it hanged off the wall. It had a rustic and comfortable feel to it.
"Make yourself at home" she said as she went into the kitchen. "There's a CD player next to the Anubis statue, pick something good to play" and she disappeared.

OOC: Will post IC in an hour or so.

OOC: No problem, I have to leave anyways.

the get's up and leave's
hour later he that his home,he head down into the basement open's a hiden door and goes in the hiden room

the man looks around the room it was lined wall to wall with weapon's

Vic looked at the many different objects in the room. He regarded the crossed swords, briefly. Last time he'd seen a pair like that, he'd been required to remove one and put it through the museum curator's head. The image of the split skull flashed before him.

He shivered slightly, flushing the image out of his mind. He then walked around the room admiring the paintings, wondering what drove someone to create what they did.

He faced the CD player and began going through the CDs, interested to know what kind of music Sasha liked.

Vic, personally, had no real taste in music. Most of what he had been accustomed to was what Jake, his former boss, had listened to. In the back of his head he could still remember tearing across the salt desert in their bikes, music blaring from Jake's. Led Zeppelin, Slam, Chemical Bros., Infected Mushroom, basically anything that would give him a headache.

Vic casually thumbed through her collection.

Sasha was in the kitchen, looking through the wine she had collected. There were several types of white and red wine. This was the first time in a long time. She didn't quite know what to do so she looked through the wine, trying to find the best one.
"Play some music, dammit" she joked.

Startled, Vic put the current CD in his hand into the player. He began perusing the paintings again.

The music was jazz. It piped through her apartment a descent sound level. She liked jazz, even though this was an older cd. She took off her coat and quickly threw it in her room. Two glasses and a bottle of wine appeared on the coffee table in the living room.
"Thirsty?" she asked.

MDS Agent Hylland backed up by three other agents and a dozen Jonensberg Police Department (JPD) officers began to climb the flight of stairs, guns drawn, the officers wearing body armor and were armed response police. Typial beat cops didn't carry firearms but these police did. Hylland wore a vest over his long sleeve dress shirt, with his sidearm drawn and ready as they charged up the stairs. The officers hurried people back into their rooms as they prepeared to strike. They moved swiftly and skillfully down the hallway towards apartment 4C. They were in standard stack formation. Two groups split off and went on either side of the door. The officer with the battering ram approached and halted at the door. Hylland nodded and he slamed it into the door, knocking it open. The officers piled in, shouting commands and searching every room. Hylland walked in after the officers.
"The apartment's clear, sir" the chief officer said, taking off his mask.
"Dammit!" he shouted, running his hand through his hair. "Alright, get crime scene in here and forensics" he ordered. The authorities found her cover apartment in Jonensberg.

"There is a Siapian saying that roughly translates to 'The two greatest ways to relieve your soul is to seek a confessor or a bottle. But you need not speak Latin to the bottle, so there is only one way."

Sasha smiled as she poured the red wine into two glasses. She then set the bottle down and picked up her glass.
"Well...I'm not going to bring you your glass" she said with a playful attitude and took a sip, listening to the music.

Meanwhile...

Hylland stood by and waited as the forensics and investigators went about their work.
"The apartment belongs to one Sasha Andropov..." he read through the statements made by other tenants and other information gathered. It seemed that she was a successful antiques and art dealer, lived alone, but not too much more information. "Great, we got a name but no person to match it" he said with frustration.

Henal was watching TV, when he had got the call. He had been quite happy that Sasha had taken a liking to Vic. Anything so she would be happy. He didn' like being distubed when watching Tv. In a world like his, TV was comforting break.

" Hello?"

A voice spoke at the other end of the line giving some very very bad news. Henal had contacs and spies all over the world in case a hit went wrong. It seemed one hit hadn't gone without a hitch.

"Oh shit!", Henal hung up immediatly. He dialled another number. Hopefully Sasha would answer....

Vic walked calmly towards Sasha. Doing his best to conceal it, he carefully took each step, recalling an incident in which he was in a similar situation and ruined it by tripping and having a concussion on the table edge. He sat down at the coffee table and tried the wine. It had a pleasing taste to Vic, despite the fact he knew very little about wine. He tried to think of something to say, but heard the phone in the background.

Three men walked into the Bacchic Bar, one walked along the outside wall, taking his place in the corner. The two approached the bar. They sat at the bar and ordered beer, and one asked the bartender, "Have you ever seen a guy named Vic Hesson? He's about six foot two hundred something pounds, rides a bike and wears a chain for a belt?"

The bartender looked towards the guy.

" Look I don't even know the names of half my regulars so sorry I have no idea who this Heeson guy is."

waiting on a roof an looking through the scope on his Rifle the Mna wait's for his target

"at last the end is near"he said to himself

Bump

Sasha took a seat opposite Vic. Sipping her wine she noticed Vic enjoyed his, so she smiled, "So Vic, what else do you like to do to take your mind off work?" she asked playfully.

"That's a damn shame. I really need to find him, and I have something very important to give him." The man said, smiling at the bartender. "Ah well. Give everybody here a drink on the house, put it on my tab." He said, flashing a large roll of money as he paid for the drinks. He began asking other customers if they saw this man.

Vic didn't think it would be a good idea to admit that the only other way he could truly get his mind off of his work was drinking to the point where he didn't recognize himself in the mirror. "I don't know. Cooking is really it. That or my bike. Used to just tear rubber across the desert before I had to come here. How about you? You said you like to read. What do you like to read?"

Sasha was a bit frustrated but played cool. She took a few more sips of her mind Cooking can't be the only thing, it sure as hell isn't mind So, she sat back, a finger slid through her hair.
"Well, I like to read the epics, and other works like Shakespeare and such" she replied.

"Frankly, I never really enjoyed reading that much when I was younger, but I did time in The Valley. Its a pretty nasty labor camp, and we didn't have much to do, considering they'd keep us in solitary when we weren't working. A lot of the time priests and the like from different religions came and spoke to us. I read the Bible maybe four or five times. I Also read the Bhagavad Gita and the Qur'an a few times. Frankly I don't believe any of it myself, but its interesting to see how people rationalize killing each other."

Sasha frowned a little "That's depressing" she flat out states. Searching for something to say she took another sip of wine "What do you want to talk about?" she asked.

the target walk's out of the hotel
"got you'said the man as he pull's the trigger

the Man watch through the scope as the back of the target's head explode
he pick's up the spent case then leaves the roof

"Oh shit!", Henal hung up immediatly. He dialled another number. Hopefully Sasha would answer....

"Phones ringing." Vic said, sipping the wine slowly.

Bump

"Dammit! Why won't she answer?!", Henal said with frustration. Arturo walked in to see what the problem was.

"Anything wrong boss?", he asked. He could see the look of frustration on Henals face.

" All I can tell you Sasha is in deep trouble. She needs to be warned."

The three men left the bar and went into the next one they found. They continued to ask about Vic.

Sasha grunted, this was frustrating. She wasn't getting anywhere with Vic and the phone's ringing. Vic seemed disinterested despite Sasha's efforts. All she could do was set down the glass of wine and stomp off to her coat which held the cell phone.
"What?!" she demanded as she put it to her face.

Vic sank into his chair and thought. He couldn't shake a feeling of inadequecy. He knew for a fact that she was smarter than him. Anyone who stayed in school past the 8th grade was. Had he ever scene a psychotherapist, he would have probably been diagnosed with an inferiority complex, stemming from his childhood circumstances. But he never did see one. He hated talking about himself, but he still tried to think of something interesting to say while Sasha shouted at the phone.

Henal jumped slightly as he was shouted at down the phone.

" Sasha, listen its Henal. The last hit didn't go down well. The police in Kulikova went to your apartment looking for you. You need to keep your head down. For all we know they could be coming here next. Find somewhere safe immediatly."

OOC: Any response to the people looking for Vic?

OOC: Not yey. Don't worry Lady will be in touch soon enough....

OOC how much do you want me to get the Guild for my hit

"This is getting hopeless." The first man said. He was tall, blonde, young and of medium build. His two associates had dark brown and black hair, respectively. They all wore black trench coats. They walked into another bar, and repeated the routine, asking about the large man with the chain belt.

OOC: The Guild will handle all financial costs. Usually the Guild will be paid by the person who orders the hit.The price is determined on how important the person is and how much it means to the payer. 20% of that goes to the person who carried out the hit.

"This is getting hopeless." The first man said. He was tall, young and of medium build. His two associates had dark brown and black hair, respectively. They all wore black trench coats. They walked into another bar, and repeated the routine, asking about the large man with the chain belt.

"Large guy with a chain belt? Sure I've seen him. Came in here one night and stayed for a few hours. Told me he was gonna travel around, see the sights. Thats the only time I saw him. Seemed like a friendly." said the barman.

"Did he mention where he was from?"

Shit! The news that Henal gave her wasn't good. She quickly moved into another room. The authorities found her other apartment but how? How could she have slipped up? This wasn't good. Trying to calm herself down she searched for the right words.
"Alright...thanks for the heads up. I'll stay low" she replied in a low tone.

"Did he mention where he was from?"

"I'm not sure. Some place beginning with an s. Hmm lets see..... Stry.Sian.....Siap?"

"I'm not sure. Some place beginning with an s. Hmm lets see..... Stry.Sian.....Siap?"

"Did he say where he was going or staying? Did he say anything about meeting anyone?"

"Nope, just kept going on about how he was sick with his life and wanted a change. He just said he was going to hit the road and see where it took him."

OOC: If it's not too late, I'd like to enter this.

Name: Tzigane Batory
Sex: Female
Race: Callisdrunian Moroii
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height: 5'7"
Background: Tzigane was formerly employed as an assassin by the Callisdrunian government (hush hush, of course, nobody's supposed to know that the government employs assassins), and was reckoned to be quite good, which is not surprising, as moroii, being somewhat nocturnal, make very good night time assassins. However, she was dismissed after going 'overkill,' on an assignment and is now looking for work.

Welcome aboard

The phone rang in Henals office. He answered it after the second ring.

"Hello?"

On the other side of the line a womans voice spoke.

"Hello Henal, it's Lady."
"Ahh Lady, how are you?"
"This is no time for small talk Henal. The Guild is in danger. I've had to put a foreign spy onto a different Guild, but more importantly, your newest acquisition, Vic, is in danger. People have been going around all the bars asking for him and I don't think its to congratulate him on his new job"

The day was getting worse and worse.

"Right", said Henal, "I'll talk to Vic and thenthink of a way to get rid of this new problem."

Vic had the sense he was no longer wanted, so he exited quietly and took to his bike. It had been a long time since he had time to simply cruise around on his bike. He took a long bypass around the base and began cruising through the city. He noticed the large network of alleys and began cutting through the alleys. He tried to push the awkward eveining out of his head, but the thought of Sasha occupied his mind. As he peeled out fast into an intersection, he didn't notice a giant puddle and his rear tire hydroplaned across it, slamming into a curb, throwing him off the bike. Damn. The one time I wear the helmet. The air was knocked out of him and he slowly lost consciousness.

No one paid much attention to the slender, black clad woman as she walked down the streets, not speaking to anyone. Her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, the lenses of which were inpenetrably inky. Apparently, only from the outside looking in, though, as she was quite sure of footing and seemed to be able to see perfectly. A well-worn wide-brimmed hat that she had donned to keep the sun off her pale skin hid her face slightly in shadow. From her wide belt hung a suspicious bundle wrapped in a black shroud.

Before long, the woman stopped by the door of what appeared to be a pub. "The Bacchic Bar," she read under her breath, before entering.

Once inside, she took a seat at the far end of the bar, taking of her sunglasses, as the lighting inside was sufficiently dim for her tastes. When the bartender came close, she asked "Is absinthe legal here?" Her voice had a slight hissing sound to it, though it sounded as if it was unintentional, that such was just how it sounded. Black eyes watched the bartender as she waited for an answer.