NationStates Jolt Archive

"Not at this time, although you are scheduled to recive an patient who was recently wounded when he attacked one of the guards. Don't worry," she said, seeing his expression, "he's not dangerious. He was just a little scared and confused..."

"Hmm...Jak won't remember this week so I'll need to remind him Saturday night that the next morning it won't be me who wakes up...oh well I suppose people who interact with me on a daily basis will get use to it. Should I go up by myself or is someone going to take me up?"

"Hmm...Jak won't remember this week so I'll need to remind him Saturday night that the next morning it won't be me who wakes up...oh well I suppose people who interact with me on a daily basis will get use to it. Should I go up by myself or is someone going to take me up?"
"I'll take you up," the nurse said kindly, leading Bob up the stairs to the elevators on the second floor. "We'll take the elevators from here. So," she asked with genuine interest, "what is this 'Jak' person like? Is he as friendly as you?"

"I'll take you up," the nurse said kindly, leading Bob up the stairs to the elevators on the second floor. "We'll take the elevators from here. So," she asked with genuine interest, "what is this 'Jak' person like? Is he as friendly as you?"

"Actually, I have no idea. I've never met him although I know he looks exactly like me and whenever there is a period of time about a week usually which I can't remember I know he was around. I think that's why I'm here. Like I said I have DID err..I remember they used to call it MPD."

"Actually, I have no idea. I've never met him although I know he looks exactly like me and whenever there is a period of time about a week usually which I can't remember I know he was around. I think that's why I'm here. Like I said I have DID err..I remember they used to call it MPD."
"Multiple personalities, I'm not sure what they call it now. You'll probably be seeing a doctor fairly frequently, to try and help you. Otherwise, aside from the memory lapses, you seem perfectly normal to me." The nurse realized she was being perhaps too candid, but that was her nature and this man did not seem overly sensitive or dangerious.

"Multiple personalities, I'm not sure what they call it now. You'll probably be seeing a doctor fairly frequently, to try and help you. Otherwise, aside from the memory lapses, you seem perfectly normal to me." The nurse realized she was being perhaps too candid, but that was her nature and this man did not seem overly sensitive or dangerious.

"I guess that certainly explains a lot. I haven't been seeing a doctor too much although I suppose it is like having twins within one body. Can you imagine that? With the switch every Sunday."

"I guess that certainly explains a lot. I haven't been seeing a doctor too much although I suppose it is like having twins within one body. Can you imagine that? With the switch every Sunday."
The nurse sighed as they reached the sixth floor. "It must be annoying and inconvenient. To miss every other week of your life. Have you always been this way?" she asked curiously as she led him to his room.

Handsen bit his lip. "They did, a phone number. Once I woke I called the number, but no one answered." He was not going to share the number with her unless she asked, understandibly embarassed.

´It was a short, flash stroke of memory that came before she replied to Handsen,

´A highly demanding class she had during an unknown morning when she was under training. She couldn't make a linear take of those memories as several fragments started to flash through her leaving large gaps in time line maybe because of the inherent boredom. She always hated physics. However Maria Nansen still learned some concepts of it because she had to do it to continue in her training as a Blackguard. The classroom was very small and had only 10 students inside. Rather than a blackboard at the other end of the classroom, there was a large projector as the teacher used computer multimedia to show them the information they were seeking.

"...all cell phone transmissions are highly vulnerable to Intelligence gathering...Electromagnetism...and this application of SIGINT allows a phone number, even if it does not exist, to be traced for any calls that are done to it...", the memory then faded´

Her answer was quick and without any shadow of doubt as she explained to Handsen what the fact of him calling to that number implied, although she would rather not give him a lesson on SIGINT concepts, which would not be a good idea at all considering that the least he knew, the better. Her voice was obsequious and friendly as she answered him, the strap on her neck making it quite uncomfortable as it pressed against her throat:

"Nobody answered your call, and that was not something I would consider unexpected, although I would rather again not explain why. However, They definitively know you called that number and now They are coming back here sooner or later. Now, if I must stay here because you fear for your life, could you at least keep me... unconscious until They arrive? Being strapped here awake is very unpleasant. Or maybe you should trust me and let me out of this bed, because I don't know if... my sanity will remain intact if I continue in this condition for much longer

Or, there is another possibility. They might want me to reach Them somehow, and I believe a sealed message was among the things you confiscated from me. If so I doubt your life would be threatened should I leave this place. In fact it would be preferable than waiting for Them to come here and get me back, as I believe that would lead them to perform some dirt laundry over this place, and that wouldn't be pretty at all."


(OOC: Check "The Invisible Network" if you are curious on who actually are "They", although of course, it's Secret IC)

"Nobody answered your call, and that was not something I would consider unexpected, although I would rather again not explain why. However, They definitively know you called that number and now They are coming back here sooner or later. Now, if I must stay here because you fear for your life, could you at least keep me... unconscious until They arrive? Being strapped here awake is very unpleasant. Or maybe you should trust me and let me out of this bed, because I don't know if... my sanity will remain intact if I continue in this condition for much longer

Or, there is another possibility. They might want me to reach Them somehow, and I believe a sealed message was among the things you confiscated from me. If so I doubt your life would be threatened should I leave this place. In fact it would be preferable than waiting for Them to come here and get me back, as I believe that would lead them to perform some dirt laundry over this place, and that wouldn't be pretty at all."
Handsen considered this, surprised to find he was shaking with fear. "I will...let you go." he said slowly after a long pause. "Try to get away as fast as you can. If they want you, and only you, they will leave us alone." he rationalized weakly. "Is there anything I can supply you with to ensure your quick and safe passage, aside from your clothes?" He nodded to one of the guards and the guard left quickly to retrive Maria's clothing. The other guard began to unstrap Maria from the table.

The nurse sighed as they reached the sixth floor. "It must be annoying and inconvenient. To miss every other week of your life. Have you always been this way?" she asked curiously as she led him to his room.

"As far as I can remember. Sorry if this seems a little rude, but, how long have you been working here?"

OOC: Which patient is his room-mate?

"As far as I can remember. Sorry if this seems a little rude, but, how long have you been working here?"

OOC: Which patient is his room-mate?
OOC: He's one of my characters, created before I took over. He's a patient, normally sane but with occasional antisocial and homocidal tendencies.
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The nurse shrugged. "About four years, now. Why do you ask?" The room inside was nearly bare. Two bunks on the south wall, with no sheets or pillows, just matresses. And that was it, aside from the heavily carpeted floor and cushioned walls.

Handsen considered this, surprised to find he was shaking with fear. "I will...let you go." he said slowly after a long pause. "Try to get away as fast as you can. If they want you, and only you, they will leave us alone." he rationalized weakly. "Is there anything I can supply you with to ensure your quick and safe passage, aside from your clothes?" He nodded to one of the guards and the guard left quickly to retrive Maria's clothing. The other guard began to unstrap Maria from the table.

´This time she wasn't tired at all, as the location of the training was... different somehow. She had enough of physical trainings for a while, and this time she was almost turning 18 as a new class of training was to start. The location where she was seemed to be intimidating in a different manner. Rather than the physically demanding obstacles and fitness devices, she was inside what simulated a presidential or imperial suite, dressed rather than in a tracksuit, in a elegant golden evening gown and golden high heel shoes, while her hair was combed in a very intricate pattern like those of a princess or president's wife. There was a feeling of fear in her mind regarding what was about to come as a new instructor, a woman known only as Brenda, looked at her with weary black eyes and explained:

"There are times when the use of force or stealth simply won't work as it should. Sometimes the mission profile will require you to learn the arts of disguise, persuasion, intimidation, bluffing and impersonation, and hopefully you paid attention to your classes of psychology, human motivation, etiquette, languages and foreign cultures, because now you'll start to put all of them in practice as you learn to master the manipulation of human feelings and desires. And this will be a real exercise. We will send you to a gala party where a group of recently arrived diplomats from *unintelligible* will be located in one month after you get the ropes of it."

Maria looked at the woman, which was probably at her thirties and had a liss black hair, she was dressed in a large, elegant white dress and was shorter in height than her. She simply asked as she shrugged:

"Grat, so now I must be a perfect actress as well! And... what you meant with human desires?"

The woman simply smiled: "No dearly! Not acting because there won't be any scripts regarding what you must say or do during a mission, it will be the art of disguise only... and sorry for the drastic change miss Nansen, I suspect you wasn't expecting this. And regarding human desires, I thought you were... sorry if this offend you Nansen, but I heard rumors you are not the type to refuse a good and busy night"

She did not blush at all as she listened it because she never cared about what others thought about her, but instead shrugged: "Mind your own business Brenda. Or do I need to start spreading rumors about what was your job before going through here?"
The woman simply smiled again: "Oh... you are already learning how to do it. Now as you mentioned it, what about starting the training with the art of intimidation, blackmail and leverage?"
"Sure, seems the least boring of all of them", Maria said.
"But first, miss Nansen, do you have any ethical objections on beating bandits to make them tell you what you want?"
"I care as much about them as they care about others", she said coldly... somehow this memory seemed the most ironic of all considering what happened to her.
"Good, because this one will be a live exercise as well, with real... interrogation methods I shall teach you. Follow me"
They headed through the base, until reaching an dark and eerie underground basement which was a place where the worst of the worst which weren't immediately killed were used to train recruits on the arts of "interrogation", something which was completely hidden from the knowledge of the public.
He was there, a criminal with a black bag covering his head, Brenda whispered to Maria "Only return after you manage to convince him to tell you the location of the secret base of the Medellin family in the north of Bacconi woods where he came from. And remember those classes on how to identify someone lying"

Soon she closed the door to that sinister room, and Maria could here the door behind her being locked. Maybe it was some type of psychological pressure for her to stand against as a part but she did not protest against it. She moved through the criminal tied to a chair and took the hood from his face revealing his ugly face with a large unkempt beard. He simply stared at her with brown eyes and laughed at her as he noticed her evening gown:

"So is this the interrogation staff of yours? Bring it on!"

Maria looked at the man and things in the vision became unclear... the memory was then too sketchy for a while... but after it returned there was no signs of violence done against that criminal as the iron door of that place was again unlocked and Brenda did a huge smile as she listened to Maria telling her the location of that hidden base:
"I am not sure how you managed to convince him to tell you it without resorting to violence but congratulations, most novices simply beat those thugs to death before even getting what is needed."

"Does it mean there are no cameras there?", Maria asked as she seemed a bit less tense
"Yes, there are none, why?", Brenda asked her
"Nothing, forget it!", Maria replied with a shrug
"As you wish", Brenda replied as she smiled slightly and both moved back to the previous place.´

The memory faded again as she could notice she managed to talk her way out from the asylum.
Each strap removed was very pleasant to her, probably because of the feeling of not being restrained by them anymore as the pressure was loosened. As she finally got up and out of that bed, she asked the doctor one more thing, a request which was not very complicated, she hoped.

"I would like that small paper with a message that I guarded on the pocket of those pants, which hopefully nobody did read, and some clean shoes and socks, or preferably boots. And they'll want the gun they gave me back. Don't worry, I am not going to tot it around like a gun nuts", she said to doctor Handsen with a large, convincing smile of someone who finally was to leave such place. It was a momentaneous happiness that would cease to exist after a few days. She managed to escape from there, but not through the ways she initially envisioned. The other people interned there were of no importance to her, who cared nothing about them, as if she tried to bring any of them with her things would complicate again anyway and chances of success would be impossible as well for those.

(OOC: It won't be over yet after she leaves, I'll TG you to ask about and explain it later Xiscapia)

OOC: He's one of my characters, created before I took over. He's a patient, normally sane but with occasional antisocial and homocidal tendencies.
IC:
The nurse shrugged. "About four years, now. Why do you ask?" The room inside was nearly bare. Two bunks on the south wall, with no sheets or pillows, just matresses. And that was it, aside from the heavily carpeted floor and cushioned walls.

OOC: Oh, the Kitsune?
IC:

"Oh, just curious I guess. Thank you for bringing me to my room. See you later?"

OOC: Oh, the Kitsune?
IC:

"Oh, just curious I guess. Thank you for bringing me to my room. See you later?"
OOC: Indeed.
IC:
The nurse smiled. "Perhaps." Then she shut the door, allowing Bob to be alone with his thoughts.
"I would like that small paper with a message that I guarded on the pocket of those pants, which hopefully nobody did read, and some clean shoes and socks, or preferably boots. And they'll want the gun they gave me back. Don't worry, I am not going to tot it around like a gun nuts", she said to doctor Handsen with a large, convincing smile of someone who finally was to leave such place. It was a momentaneous happiness that would cease to exist after a few days. She managed to escape from there, but not through the ways she initially envisioned. The other people interned there were of no importance to her, which cared nothing about them, as if she tried to bring any of them with her things would complicate again anyway and chances of success would be impossible as well for those.

(OOC: It won't be over yet after she leaves, I'll TG you to ask about and explain it later Xiscapia)
OOC: Alright then.
IC:
Handsen nodded. "We don't have boots, but the rest can be arranged." The guard unstrapped the last of her straps, which ended at her feet. She was now free to move. A few moments later the other guard returned, with her pants, underwear, shirt, a pair of socks, shoes and the Glock. He laid these down on the table beside her and both guards resumed their positions inside the Observation room, pressing a button to close the viewing panel. Dr. Handsen turned away to allow her to chage without his viewing, although he remained in the room. "These people after you...will they kill you?"

Shaking awake with a start, for a moment Jamie wondered where she was.

Then it all sank back in. Pulling her face out of the drool on her pillow—an oddity likely brought on by stress and medication, as she normally never drooled in sleep—she looked about her room, knowing not how long she had napped. It may well have been quite some time. Rising as best she could, Jamie turned unsteadily towards the door. She stumbled, still not entirely awake, to the door, attempting to open it before remembering that the doctor had locked her in.

So this room is to be my prison, she thought, yanking lightly on the handle in frustration, at least for now.

(OOC: She has not only Norwegian, but also French, Brit and Spanish blood from her ancestors, and maybe some Russian blood too, although she's mostly ethnically belonging to the first, guess the expression "mixed caucasian" fits better for her. In CTSS Anglo-Iberians, if this is the right expression, are very common considering most of its population is of Spanish, Portuguese and British mixed heritage.)

Handsen nodded. "We don't have boots, but the rest can be arranged." The guard unstrapped the last of her straps, which ended at her feet. She was now free to move. A few moments later the other guard returned, with her pants, underwear, shirt, a pair of socks, shoes and the Glock. He laid these down on the table beside her and both guards resumed their positions inside the Observation room, pressing a button to close the viewing panel. Dr. Handsen turned away to allow her to chage without his viewing, although he remained in the room. "These people after you...will they kill you?"

As she stood on the room and got out of the bed, feeling again its cold floor, his question soon flashed a peculiarly ironic memory in her mind, as present again gave way to past and her eyes for almost two minutes started to seem distant and away from reality, although she said no word, and simply stood there during such time...

´She could remember clearly a few months before she was sent to her last mission, she was already with 22 years old and 4 years of field experience by then, having successfully operated into several national missions against criminals and fascist organizations, as only operatives with at least five years of experience in the dangerous power struggles of the underground in Third Spanish States were considered apt enough for being sent as sleeper agents to other nations. Still this time even she felt unsafe. She was to be sent to climb the hierarchical ladder of the Medellin family as a sleeper agent and potential agent of influence... with an entirely new false identity... although in the blood of her veins ran the heritage of, among other of her ancestors, someone who belonged to the French Resistance, another who was Norwegian veteran of the Winter War, a woman who fought in the First Spanish Civil War and a British volunteer in the same war, she still had doubts about this mission in specific... it was an uneasy feeling she got specifically about this one.

"But this operation... its risks are extremely elevated, I was successful in the last ones because they were short term and with more or less defined goals... but who knows what could happen in a long term operation like this one with currently undefined goals besides becoming an agent of influence (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_of_influence)?"
"Maria Emmet Nansen", her former instructor Tito spoke her full name for the first time since she was brought there for the training, it was 7 years since then."If there is a reason I offered you this mission is because I have a deep trust of your capabilities. I think you still remember the old lesson of how to believe in your alter-ego as if it was yourself, and you are very skilled in believing in your own lie. That is the most important thing for an infiltrator, plus you... knew the 'streets' before joining the Blackguards, which means you must have probably met several criminals... just, I know it's hard, but you must go back to when you... had to do those things like stealing to not starve. If you manage to impersonate yourself at that time the disguise will be perfect. And one more thing... remember that the means are meaningless and all of them are justifiable for a greater cause, what truly matters when judging someone's worth is the ends, no matter whatever means are used to achieve them. If they sent you to kill someone... do it without blinking an eye, if they send you to threaten someone... do it like if you were a true master of crime. Do you understand Maria? Remember that no matter what, your success will make positive changes for countless lives besides those who might have to be sacrificed during your stay there. Think on how the happiness will return to the people who know have not to worry anymore about criminals corrupting their children, on the future generations saved from such fate. By accepting this mission you'll be doing a great service to the cause of building a better society. One which shall bring results for many years to come. Do you accept this mission Maria?"

His words were convincing, but she still had an itch, something that bothered her about this assignment. It was not an ethical issue, as she had already ruthlessly gained a two digit kill count of criminals during her latest missions, and... engaged into more ethically questionable operations than killing criminals, she had acquired no ethics at all besides those written by Machiavelli centuries ago. A perfect assassin and Black Ops (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Ops) agent conditioned through several subtle psychological and memetic exercises during what was supposed to be only a physical or skills training from an experimental elite operative training project, asides from the fact of being one who asks questions on why to kill someone in the first place and for what ends.

It was a crawling sensation that somehow she should not accept this mission, she wondered about what Tito said in silence, when he finally also replied:
"And besides all, the reward for the success in this mission, considering it's critical priority as a part of a long-term public policy against crime and the risks involved, will be of 1 million of mutualist credits. Maybe if you are tired of doing this you can easily retire after this one.", he explained as her eyes glimmered.

It's said greed is he downfall of many. But when greed is coupled with blind idealism, the results tend to be catastrophic. She only asked to him after listening to how much she would earn for the success in such mission.
"Tito... this mission, if I... blew it, you won't abandon me, will you?"
The man simply looked at her with a stared and shook his head in denial as he heard such question: "Where the hell did you ever think about that? A Blackguard is never left behind by her partners, Never! I swear you, even if I have to personally bring you back should things go wrong, I will never, ever let you down Maria, you are a great friend as a great pupil, and I cannot afford to lose you or abandon you to suffering.", he said with a perfectly honest look only possible if one is telling the truth or entirely believing in his own lie.
Maria then hugged him friendly as she said: "I will not fail, Tito"
He simply replied: "Yes, you will not fail", again there was no way to be sure of his honesty regarding his words.´

As she returned back to present she heard the doctor asking her why she was taking so long, as she quickly replied:
"Sorry for taking so long doctor Handsen, but sometimes I daydream of past times when my life was... better than how it is now and forget about the present I am not very happy with."
She then undressed the gown from her very fit body and white skin and quickly, while making sure nobody was peeking at her as she felt uneasy, putted the underwear, the socks, the white pants, the white shirt and finally those white shoes which made her look like some clerk of the hospital. She reached the left pocket of her pants to check the message, which was still there, untouched and sealed. Finally she took the pistol, checking if it was loaded with its magazine, turned its safety lock on as a sign of trust and holstered it inside her right pocket.

"Farewell doctor... regarding your question on my life, I'm sorry, but I really don't know", she explained as an additional unspoken thought came inside her mind ´"Why you care about my life at all corrupt pig"`. She calmly headed out of that observation room, but rather than heading straight to the staircase she stopped near the door where Michael was locked up and asked to a nearby guard, as she could previously sense... a few unreadable and insane thoughts as she focused in that place to scare that guard in her previous, less effective attempt to get out of there, as her curiousity was spiking her to ask gently:

"Sir, if it is not something of a problem for me to know, I am curious about who might be behind this door. I saw a glimpse of it once and I have a guess that whoever is inside is truly insane beyond words."

"Sir, if it is not something of a problem for me to know, I am curious about who might be behind this door. I saw a glimpse of it once and I have a guess that whoever is inside is truly insane beyond words."
The guard nodded, somewhat confused and amused that this women was talking to him. "Bloody insane is what he is. Homocidal, too. He tore up the monitoring camera we had, then tried to beat down the guards who came to stop him. He's dangerious, and has to be kept in solitary confinment." He remembered who he was talking to. "Mrs."

The guard nodded, somewhat confused and amused that this woman was talking to him. "Bloody insane is what he is. Homicidal, too. He tore up the monitoring camera we had, then tried to beat down the guards who came to stop him. He's dangerous, and has to be kept in solitary confinement." He remembered who he was talking to. "Mrs."

´"...A psychopath isn't born, a psychopath is made by the sickness of the society where he lives..."´
"...sometimes brute force only works to make things worse..."´

The phrases came into her mind as she replied to the guard, brushing her hair with her hands as a feeling of dread reached her as she became aware of who was there, she was in so many ways similar to that less fortunate individual and yet different, as murder was not an end for her, but a mean to be used when necessary, the "dirty laundry" that now and then is needed. Her voice seemed collected and serene, yet there was a professional coldness to it which seemed to be somewhat disturbing, considering what she has done before:

"Nansen, call me Nansen. Sorry for disturbing you, I must go now because there are some loyal friends waiting for my return", she said as she continued her way and headed down through the staircase. This time she got down relatively fast through the flights of stairs as she ignored the hallways of all the floors she passed through, with the occasional clerk noticing her and looking at her with both surprise and dread as the gun at her right pocket could be easily spotted. She moved in a very rhythmic, precise pace through those stairs, in a way that had both agility and dexterity as she finally reached the ground floor.

The day shift people were leaving, and the night shifters were beginning to come, taking over for them. Hadsen was in his offce, filing a few reports. He hoped that he would hear nothing else, ever, of the women who had "escaped."
Bob's Room...
The nurse came and rapped on the door. "I've been told to take you to the dining hall. Are you coming?"

(OOC: The type of thing they don't show in "James Bond" movies)

´She was again having a relatively boring class in that classroom during her years of training. Math never was something she liked, but she had to learn it to become a Blackguard as sometimes they would have to do pen and paper cryptography, it was a typically boring Math teacher that was explaining the procedures to use a matrix encryption...
"This is a very basic principle of encryption: to use a hill cipher (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matrix_encryption) of numeric algorithms to multiply over a one row vector with the characters whereas A from 10 is a progression of numbers from five to five with zero for A, five for B, ten for C, fifteen for D and so on, encrypting those numbers through this multiplication process. The larger the cypher the more difficult it is to be manually broken. However it can never be a better method than digital encryption, just one that in the face of lack of adequate resources and equipment is a viable alternative. The standard for all Blackguards, now I really hope you paid attention to your Math classes, because when such method is used at all, it uses an encryption matrix of 8 rows and 8 lines, which corresponds to 295 bits of linear encryption, and calculating it correctly takes some long time. All messages directed to Blackguards operatives through this method of encryption are separated into numeric vectors of 8 lines and 8 numbers which correspond to 8 letters. The decryption matrix can be either memorized or, should you consider more convenient found by calculating the square root of the derivation of the equation I'm showing you in the display, 9x³+53x²-5x+101=0 whereas each number of the matrix is alternating between the rounded up integers of the square and cubic roots of the previous one in a 3 to 3 interval. X being your operation numeric ID. Any questions?", she asked as half of the classroom was sleeping on their chairs.´

Maria had a very busy day after leaving the insane asylum trying to decrypt the cypher she found in that message given to her which had several large numbers, she was in the forests nearby that asylum during all the time. No calculator and having to do it on pen and paper only made things complicated. She sat on a cutted lump of wood as she putted a notepad over her thighs and took a pen to start putting everything in those papers. After spending a few minutes filling three pages with calculations which would make a math hater loose his mind she reminded

´"Operation ID? My last... mission, it was 82037, and damn 5 digits algorithms! I hate math!"´, she thought as she started to calculate that equation by squaring such a big number and multiplying it to 27 among the rest of the equation, and then she would have to find the square root of that result, the square root of the square root, the square root of the square root of the square root and then the cubic root of the square root of the square root of the square root. It was a huge nightmare of Math she passed almost an entire day dedicated upon remaking the 8 rows and 8 lines decryption matrix for that message. It took her 5 hours and half of the pages of the notebook to manage it as her head was almost metaphorically exploding. But that was only the beginning as now she did a painful calculation of the inverse of that matrix, to then multiply it to each of the several 8 numbers groupments of the message to find the content of the message. More 6 hours and finally she decrypted that thing. The content of the message was long, and it demanded lots of mental work to decrypt it:

SORRYNA NSENCOOR DINATESF ORREWARD HERECONG RATULATI ONSONSUC CESSFULL YBECOMIN
GAGENTOF INFLUENC EINSIDEM EDELLINS INDEMNIT YALSOINC LUDEDSOR YFORUSIN GYOUASTE
STSUBJEC TFORNEWA GENTTRAI NINGPROG RAMRETUR NTOASYLU MTAKE294 STEPSEAS T478SOUT
H21EAST8 1NORTHAN DSHALLFI NDWHATYO USEEKWEA RECOMING TOTAKEYO UBACKLAT ERYOUDID
AGREATSE RVICEFOR THECAUSEO FFREEDO M0000000

She immediately teared the original message apart and shouted in that isolated place, with an uncontrollable hatred coming from her:
"You pigs! You abandoned me to probably die as if all was part of a mission, treated me like a worthless piece of flesh and used me as a test subject for an obscure experiment and now you apologize? I will get you... I will kill you with my bare hands Isabel and I'll do the same with your 'friends'!", she said as a few moments later the surge of anger has passed and she regained control, heading back to the asylum entrance, walking through dirt roads and woods during her travel. From there she started to follow the instructions of the message as from the gateway to the happy house, she took exactly 294 steps of exactly 30 centimeters of distance each towards east in a trip which lasted some minutes as she walked straight into the forest and passed in the middle of trees, after it she precisely turned 90 degrees right to continue further to the south even further, taking 478 steps in another minutes long trip and finally she took the final 21 steps through east and 81 steps through north, reaching a clearing in the middle of several trees with a soft dirt. The place where she stepped was a softer mud than the rest, and she quickly crouched and pressed her hands against it to dig. After 8 minutes digging with her bare hands she finally touched something more solid which she immediately started to remove the dirt from: it was a metallic coffin. ´"Why would the pigs send hardware in this place?"´, she thought as with a struggle she removed it from the hole by pulling it away from it with her arms as she held her legs firm of the dirt, sinking her shoes over it, and putted it on the ground. It had no identifiable features asides from a numeric keypad. She wondered for a bit on its code as after a few seconds she simply typed the operation ID of her "failed" mission on it with her mud-filled hands: 82037.
Click. The locks of the coffin opened as she lifted its case, revealing its contents. There was not much, but there was a dismounted Guerrila Warfare Systems Covert Sniper rifle inside a briefcase (http://www.ketmer.com/ai/defense/awcovert/covert2.jpg) she immediately opened, an extra silencer that could fit perfectly in her 9mm Glock 18C pistol, 2 extra 17 rounds 9mm magazines for it, 1 additional 15 rounds magazine with caseless (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caseless_ammo#Advantages) .308 Win ammunition for the sniper rifle, a water soluble cyanide "aspirin", a portable computer, an entirely clean set of black waterproof parka, a black belt with a pistol holster, a Type I Kevlar vest and black pants, black gloves and flexible boots. ´"Ah. So they want me to do their dirty field wet work after all... who would they want?"´, she thought as she changed of clothes to those more stealthy ones, cleaned her hands the best she could using the grasses nearby and tucked those white clothes inside the briefcase of the sniper rifle. Following that, she closed the coffin again and putted it on the hole as she started to dig everything back. After she finished it, she quickly turned on the portable computer she took from that coffin. A script on its Linux O.S. showed a simple message on its desktop, the message content was a simple photography of doctor Handsen with a number below it: "100,000", and she knew exactly what that meant. As a thought crossed her ambitious mind:
`"Maybe... joining them back might be profitable after all... I don't think they truly want to take down the Medellins at all, as after all those years they could have done it if they truly wanted... guess I'll contact them after this one, as long as that Isabel is 'expendable' enough for me to have her as a reward... and I hate that Handsen, if he wasn't a corrupt he would never accept me inside for whatever bribe they gave him"´, she said as she closed the briefcase with the sniper rifle and attached the silencer to her pistol and guarded the magazines in several of her pockets as she finally holstered the pistol inside her right pocket, hiding its silencer, and took the large briefcase where the rifle and previous clothes were with her as she would rather use the more discrete way of assassination with that cyanide pill except for one situation. It came with a infrared scope, and if Handsen was nearby a window of the building taking him down would be trivial for her from a privileged position in the woods near the "Happy House" and the cyanide pill would be unnecessary. Ready to her goal she headed silently through the woods as the night fell, hiding behind trees as sneaking around as she approached the location of the asylum. She sat behind a large tree as she opened the briefcase and started to assemble the sniper rifle, unfolding its stock and putting the components together as she was taught and has done before. The rifle also was camouflaged in a black color for NightOps, and she started to use its infrared scope, looking through the visible windows of the fourth floor of the building from the forests to its east, from left to right. If Handsen office was located in that place rather than in a less visible location of the asylum, he would be an easy target to take down.

Bob's Room...
The nurse came and rapped on the door. "I've been told to take you to the dining hall. Are you coming?"

Bob didn't realize he had been thinking when his thoughts were interupted by the nurse. He couldn't remember what he was thinking about, he dismissed them as idle observations of the room around him. He walked to the door and opened it and said, "Really? What time is it?"

Alas, Doctor Handsen was not near any windows, nor was he outside. Indeed, he was dining in the cafeteria at the moment, with a number of other doctors, discussing recent events.
Bob's Room...
The nurse checked her watch. "It's about 6:47 right now. Dinner time, at any rate."

(OOC: Fitting Theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaBoYNgofig))

´"Crap! I'll have to go in"´, she thought as she devised a way to make it seem she forgot something inside it. ´"Yes, that'll have to do"´, she thought to herself as she opened the briefcase and started to undress herself, putting those white clothes and shoes back and guarding the black clothing, belt, gloves and boots inside it after folding them as much as possible and also guarded back the magazines, but kept the Kevlar vest with her as it was anything but noticeable after she took a deep breath and slightly compressed her abdomen for it to blend with the lines of the white shirt as it would block the electricity of any taser shot against her chest, should things not go as she wanted they to. She left the suitcase locked behind with the unmounted sniper rifle inside it as she moved towards the asylum, carrying the pill hidden inside her right sleeve. With a sneaky movement of her arm she could easily land it inside a glass of drink or water, . Now she tried to appear completely normal as she headed to the asylum in the same way she departed, taking steps through the road and getting through its gates as she arrived at the reception room and looked at the clerk with the typical look of someone who was looking for something she left behind, her pistol safely and security holstered inside her right pocket, just like before:
"Hello mister, I think I left something here as I departed, a small wristwatch that belonged to me and was among my other belongings, mind if I take a look around for it?"

(OOC: Fitting Theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaBoYNgofig))

´"Crap! I'll have to go in"´, she thought as she devised a way to make it seem she forgot something inside it. ´"Yes, that'll have to do"´, she thought to herself as she opened the briefcase and started to undress herself, putting those white clothes and shoes back and guarding the black clothing, belt, gloves and boots inside it after folding them as much as possible and also guarded back the magazines, but kept the Kevlar vest with her as it was anything but noticeable after she took a deep breath and slightly compressed her abdomen for it to blend with the lines of the white shirt as it would block the electricity of any taser shot against her chest, should things not go as she wanted they to. She left the suitcase locked behind with the unmounted sniper rifle inside it as she moved towards the asylum, carrying the pill hidden inside her right sleeve. With a sneaky movement of her arm she could easily land it inside a glass of drink or water, . Now she tried to appear completely normal as she headed to the asylum in the same way she departed, taking steps through the road and getting through its gates as she arrived at the reception room and looked at the clerk with the typical look of someone who was looking for something she left behind, her pistol safely and security holstered inside her right pocket, just like before:
"Hello mister, I think I left something here as I departed, a small wristwatch that belonged to me and was among my other belongings, mind if I take a look around for it?"
OOC: Ah, the Bourne Identity series...
IC:
The clerk looked at her. "May I see you're I.D. badge, please? Standered routine, you understand. Wouldn't want anyone walking out with one of the crazies in their pocket." he laughed.

Bob's Room...
The nurse checked her watch. "It's about 6:47 right now. Dinner time, at any rate."

"Oh, yes, I suppose it is. I must have lost track of time," Bob stepped out into the hallway.

"Oh, yes, I suppose it is. I must have lost track of time," Bob stepped out into the hallway.
"Come now." The nurse took Bob by the hand and led him down a flight of stairs to the mess hall. It was quieter than at lunch, with mostly doctors, nurses, and guards, rather than patients or visitors. Doctor Handsen himself was sitting at a table far at the corner, discussing something serious with a group of fellow doctors. The nurse led Bob into the serving line. "What do you want?"

The clerk looked at her. "May I see you're I.D. badge, please? Standered routine, you understand. Wouldn't want anyone walking out with one of the crazies in their pocket." he laughed.


"I see, here is it pal", she said as she took two cards from her left pocket, one had her photograph, her single name, Maria Emmet Nansen and a small photograph of her face, plus her signature and a small anti-fraud seal labeled "Third Spanish States Voluntary Citizen ID". The other was a signed card by Handsen proving she was a former patient, recently recovered from "Antisocial Personality Disorder" .She handed both to the clerk and said: "Hope these ones are enough".

´"Now I wonder on Plan B... maybe those loonies might be useful if plan A fails"´, she thought at the same moment as she wondered on those loonies. That Michael could be an excellent distraction if her cover blew up during the process while helping a getaway would serve as an even better distraction for her to get out... if necessary.

The clerk looked at her. "May I see you're I.D. badge, please? Standered routine, you understand. Wouldn't want anyone walking out with one of the crazies in their pocket." he laughed.


"I see, here is it pal", she said as she took two cards from her left pocket, one had her photograph, her single name, Maria Emmet Nansen and a small photograph of her face, plus her signature and a small anti-fraud seal labeled "Third Spanish States Voluntary Citizen ID". The other was a signed card by Handsen proving she was a former patient, recently recovered from "Antisocial Personality Disorder" .She handed both to the clerk and said: "Hope these ones are enough".

´"Now I wonder on Plan B... maybe those loonies might be useful if plan A fails"´, she thought at the same moment as she wondered on those loonies. That Michael could be an excellent distraction if her cover blew up during the process while helping a getaway would serve as an even better distraction for her to get out... if necessary.
The clerk barely glanced at them. He ran the cards though a scanner. There was a loud *bing* noise and he handed them back. "You're free to go. We close to visitors in about two hours, so don't be hanging around, alright?"

The clerk barely glanced at them. He ran the cards though a scanner. There was a loud *bing* noise and he handed them back. "You're free to go. We close to visitors in about two hours, so don't be hanging around, alright?"

She nodded to the clerk "I won't take much time, and if I don't find my wristwatch I can always come back here later". As she took the stairs and started getting up to the cafeteria. She decided to stop there before going further as she was genuinely hungry, not having eaten nothing during the entire day and also mentally tired from all those complex cryptography calculations.
As she stepped into the cafeteria's floor, she immediately spotted doctor Handsen and got an idea on what to do, she started to crawl rather than walk showing genuine signs of exhaustion, letting her hunger and tiredness consume her as she allowed herself to slowly fall on the floor, only muttering "doctor... I need a dinner before... leaving... ate nothing all day"

She nodded to the clerk "I won't take much time, and if I don't find my wristwatch I can always come back here later". As she took the stairs and started getting up to the cafeteria. She decided to stop there before going further as she was genuinely hungry, not having eaten nothing during the entire day and also mentally tired from all those complex cryptography calculations.
As she stepped into the cafeteria's floor, she immediately spotted doctor Handsen and got an idea on what to do, she started to crawl rather than walk showing genuine signs of exhaustion, letting her hunger and tiredness consume her as she allowed herself to slowly fall on the floor, only muttering "doctor... I need a dinner before... leaving... ate nothing all day"
As she fell to the floor the whole room went dead silent. Those inside stared at the young women on the floor. Two nurses hurried over and propped Maria up on a chair while another brought a plate of food. It wasn't the best, but it was still light years better than what the patients had to eat. Handsen hurried over. "What are you still doing here?" he hissed, looknig around as if he would spot a black armored agent at any time. At that point the kitsune, Foxfire Rose, entered. He drew strange looks but no one bothered him as he got in line just behind Bob and the nurse.

Maria simply used the spoon to eat the soup as she regained her senses, taking it about eight times into her mouth and back to the plate for more, not caring at all whether it was too hot or about its taste as her primal need of food was being satisfied. She scowled as the hot soup went through her mouth and throat, but still ate it quite fast due to her hunger. Soon she looked at the doctor, and smiled at him as she noticed his paranoia, trying to disguise the pain provoked by the hot soup that went through her mouth before:

"Do not worry doctor Handsen... nobody followed me through here. And I came back because even I was too tired and hungry to be able guide myself through the forest and then I could not think properly because of the strain and I got lost... then I tried and managed to backtrack to here again as I had nowhere to go and no idea on where to find a city to take an airplane. And as you see, I am very hungry as well, I should have taken a breakfast before leaving but I was in a hurry I discovered to be unnecessary. As the people who brought me here simply doesn't care about me anymore. I'll be leaving as soon as I take this dinner and get a map to the closest city from here"

At the same time she struggled to observe her surroundings while being inconspicuous as she spotted the water cooler of the cafeteria and the other patients who could be useful should what she planned not work. She would only use it at the moment the doctor headed to it to get water, as then an opportunity would present for her to drop the cyanide aspirin inside the plastic cup he would take from there as she was behind him waiting him to take the cup for her to take one as well, and it was tiny enough to dissolve into a few seconds, enough to pass unnoticed by him if he was distracted as it dissolved into a colorless solution in the water, it was risky, but if successful, the result of that amount of chemicals would be indistinguishable from a natural death by immediate cardiac arrest with no previous symptoms, and considering his recent nervous breakdown, not suspicious at all. For now she simply continued to eat the soup, fulfilling her hunger. She held her increasing thirst and waited for the right time to get some water... and kill doctor Handsen in a very inconspicuous manner.

Maria simply used the spoon to eat the soup as she regained her senses, taking it about eight times into her mouth and back to the plate for more, not caring at all whether it was too hot or about its taste as her primal need of food was being satisfied. She scowled as the hot soup went through her mouth and throat, but still ate it quite fast due to her hunger. Soon she looked at the doctor, and smiled at him as she noticed his paranoia, trying to disguise the pain provoked by the hot soup that went through her mouth before:

"Do not worry doctor Handsen... nobody followed me through here. And I came back because even I was too tired and hungry to be able guide myself through the forest and then I could not think properly because of the strain and I got lost... then I tried and managed to backtrack to here again as I had nowhere to go and no idea on where to find a city to take an airplane. And as you see, I am very hungry as well, I should have taken a breakfast before leaving but I was in a hurry I discovered to be unnecessary. As the people who brought me here simply doesn't care about me anymore. I'll be leaving as soon as I take this dinner and get a map to the closest city from here"

At the same time she struggled to observe her surroundings while being inconspicuous as she spotted the water cooler of the cafeteria and the other patients who could be useful should what she planned not work. She would only use it at the moment the doctor headed to it to get water, as then an opportunity would present for her to drop the cyanide aspirin inside the plastic cup he would take from there as she was behind him waiting him to take the cup for her to take one as well, and it was tiny enough to dissolve into a few seconds, enough to pass unnoticed by him if he was distracted as it dissolved into a colorless solution in the water, it was risky, but if successful, the result of that amount of chemicals would be indistinguishable from a natural death by immediate cardiac arrest with no previous symptoms, and considering his recent nervous breakdown, not suspicious at all. For now she simply continued to eat the soup, fulfilling her hunger. She held her increasing thirst and waited for the right time to get some water... and kill doctor Handsen in a very inconspicuous manner.
Handsen bit into his burger and made a face. "These things are entirely too dry." He got up. "I'm going for some water at the tank. You want some?"

´"The difference between success or failure lie in a fraction of a second. A covert murder can fail because of it, an infiltration be botched. Do every action with perfectly calculated precision and you shall suceed"´, was he phrase that came to Maria's mind as she quickly replied to him: "Yes, this soup gave me some real thirst" as she got up from the chair. He nodded as he went there, followed by her, which accompanied every step of him until the water cooler, there she explained: "I do not want cooled water, the thermal shock would be too big" as she took a plastic cup after him. As he started to fill his cup with water, Maria also putted her cup there with her right hand, where the cyanide pill was hidden in less than two seconds after him. The movement she did to direct her arm and hand holding the cup to the cooler was calculated, as soon as she asked him a single, innocent question:
"Doctor Handsen, I am curious on why you decided to choose your current profession, no offense, but it seems something that few would like to do.". During the time she speaked, the tiny pill, through the movements of her arm, dropped inside the plastic cup of the doctor, luckily not making any noise. However, should he look at it before drinking in the next five seconds, even for a brief fraction of seconds, the plan would be botched and then... things would have to be done in the much more guaranteed and bloody way of firing a handgun. She also was entirely aware of the disposition of guards in that moment, should it be necessary to face them. Hopefully he would just drink it without noticing the cyanide that dissolved into the water.

"Come now." The nurse took Bob by the hand and led him down a flight of stairs to the mess hall. It was quieter than at lunch, with mostly doctors, nurses, and guards, rather than patients or visitors. Doctor Handsen himself was sitting at a table far at the corner, discussing something serious with a group of fellow doctors. The nurse led Bob into the serving line. "What do you want?"

Bob followed the nurse without hesitation or reluctance. When they got to the line up and the nurse asked him what he wanted he thought about it for a moment,"...I'm not sure. Is there any Macaroni & Cheese?"

As she fell to the floor the whole room went dead silent. Those inside stared at the young women on the floor. Two nurses hurried over and propped Maria up on a chair while another brought a plate of food. It wasn't the best, but it was still light years better than what the patients had to eat. Handsen hurried over. "What are you still doing here?" he hissed, looknig around as if he would spot a black armored agent at any time. At that point the kitsune, Foxfire Rose, entered. He drew strange looks but no one bothered him as he got in line just behind Bob and the nurse.

Bob noticed the kitsune behind him but only made a quick mental note of him, focusing more on the food then his surroundings.

Handsen held his cup and turned around, walking away. He did not drink from it, he didn't even glance at it. Passing near the line, his eyes were focused on his destination, so he did not see the out-stretched foot in front of his ankles. His feet, on encountering resistance, kept going, to trip him over the extended foot to crash to the floor. His cup spun high and hit the floor, the poisoned water spilled everywhere. There was a snigger from the line and Handsen looked up to see Foxfire, now with his foot retracted, staring at him. No one else had seemed to notice when Handsen fell, but they did notice when he began to shout. He pointed a trembeling finger at the kitsune:
"Incibile! Why was this thing allowed inside?! Guards, guards!" Two guards came rushing forward. "Restrain this...animal, and take him away!" The guards put Foxfire in a straightjacket, while he cooperated, looking innocent the whole time. As he was dragged out he shot a knowing, amused look at Maria.
[QUOTE=Uiri;13400080]Bob followed the nurse without hesitation or reluctance. When they got to the line up and the nurse asked him what he wanted he thought about it for a moment,"...I'm not sure. Is there any Macaroni & Cheese?"[QUOTE]
"There should be." The nurse replyed. Then Handsen fell and the nurse and Bob watched the subsiquent events. It was turning out to be an interesting dinner, and they hadn't even gotten their food yet. The nurse watched Foxfire get dragged off. "That's too bad. He was to be your room mate." She ordered for herself and Bob, walking out of the line. "Where do you want to sit?" she asked him, smiling prettily.

Handsen held his cup and turned around, walking away. He did not drink from it, he didn't even glance at it. Passing near the line, his eyes were focused on his destination, so he did not see the out-stretched foot in front of his ankles. His feet, on encountering resistance, kept going, to trip him over the extended foot to crash to the floor. His cup spun high and hit the floor, the poisoned water spilled everywhere. There was a snigger from the line and Handsen looked up to see Foxfire, now with his foot retracted, staring at him. No one else had seemed to notice when Handsen fell, but they did notice when he began to shout. He pointed a trembeling finger at the kitsune:
"Incibile! Why was this thing allowed inside?! Guards, guards!" Two guards came rushing forward. "Restrain this...animal, and take him away!" The guards put Foxfire in a straightjacket, while he cooperated, looking innocent the whole time. As he was dragged out he shot a knowing, amused look at Maria.

´"Do whatever you can to make it look like an accident, even if it does sound like a stupid idea you had in a fraction of seconds of thought it's still better to try it instead of an immediate obvious murder"´, the voice of another teacher came to her mind as everything went wrong.

´"Damn! he spoiled everything!", Maria thought as she hostilely glared at the kitsune, at the same moment that she, taking advantage of the distraction provoked by that being and of the vulnerable laid down position of the doctor before he could get up, frowned as if something was bothering her and started to tremble as she reached her right arm near her right pocket as if she was going to scratch a large itch there with her fingers, and after scratching it thrice she "accidentally" pulled the trigger of the gun tucked there as she walked around wincing as if the itch was unbearable, just across the doctor, after calculating the estimated place from where the bullet would hit his head from its inclination inside her pocket. A small, silenced noise came as the bullet flew towards the doctor from inside her pocket, tearing a bullet hole over its cotton as she seemed to be completely shocked from it as she did not expect it, as if she forgot to do something important. It was a silly idea, but she would just claim she forgot to turn off the safety lock of the gun. If it didn't work she would literally shoot her way out of there as this time she was much more prepared than before.

"There should be." The nurse replyed. Then Handsen fell and the nurse and Bob watched the subsiquent events. It was turning out to be an interesting dinner, and they hadn't even gotten their food yet. The nurse watched Foxfire get dragged off. "That's too bad. He was to be your room mate." She ordered for herself and Bob, walking out of the line. "Where do you want to sit?" she asked him, smiling prettily.

"Yes, it is," Bob commented quietly while the nurse ordered the food before asking where he wanted to sit, "It doesn't make much of a difference to me, do you have any specific table you prefer?"

I have to be patient . . . I can’t let this get to me.

She waited patiently at the door, listening; she hoped that people would come by, be they staff or others, who she could reach and get to let her out. She was confident that her being locked up was not standard procedure, as it seemed the other patients were out and about. Maybe the good doctor would return, or send someone, with her things.

"Yes, it is," Bob commented quietly while the nurse ordered the food before asking where he wanted to sit, "It doesn't make much of a difference to me, do you have any specific table you prefer?"
The nurse shrugged. "I usually eat at my station, I don't prefer to eat here. Where do you want to sit?"
Handsen was just beinning to rise when the bullet hit him in the head. He looked surprised, then sagged to the floor. For a moment no one moved as blood began to leak out of the neat little hole in the side of his head. Then the nurse screamed. "He's been shot!" That broke the spell. Suddenly everyone was shouting and scraming and pushing towards the door. The guards shoved against the human tide to get to Maria, tazers out. It was obvious it had ben her, for she was the only one with a clear shot, as indicated by where the bullet wound was located. Foxfire got loose as his guards rushed to aprehend the murderer. He grabbed the second guard and lifted his tazer off him. The guard turned in time to meet Foxfire's fist, which send him sliding across the floor. By the time he looked up the kitsune had vanished.

Michael sat still tied up in his room, stomach growling. He hadn't been brought to the cafeteria yet, and he wondered if they would ever feed him, or just let him starve to death in the room. If the latter were to occur, it was clear that the GWO Government would be severely upset with his death.

"How about-" Bob's statement had been cut short by the bullet hitting the Doctor. The nurse screamed and Bob didn't think it was very unusual, people were shot and killed, its part of life. Guns being legal in Uiri he didn't think it was strange for someone to be carrying a gun either. He followed the nurse, trying to eat the food on the way. He wasn`t very good at this, however, spilling food on the floor. He didn`t do anything as the guards struggled against others, presumably a patient.

The nurse shrugged. "I usually eat at my station, I don't prefer to eat here. Where do you want to sit?"
Handsen was just beinning to rise when the bullet hit him in the head. He looked surprised, then sagged to the floor. For a moment no one moved as blood began to leak out of the neat little hole in the side of his head. Then the nurse screamed. "He's been shot!" That broke the spell. Suddenly everyone was shouting and scraming and pushing towards the door. The guards shoved against the human tide to get to Maria, tazers out. It was obvious it had ben her, for she was the only one with a clear shot, as indicated by where the bullet wound was located. Foxfire got loose as his guards rushed to aprehend the murderer. He grabbed the second guard and lifted his tazer off him. The guard turned in time to meet Foxfire's fist, which send him sliding across the floor. By the time he looked up the kitsune had vanished.

´"When everything blows up, don't be afraid to kill whoever you need to get away. This always works"´. was the instruction that her mind was thinking as it was seen that silly idea did not work and now things would have to be solved through the bloody way. She quickly pulled her silenced pistol out of her pocket and pointed against the right arm of the closest guard with which he was holding the tazer, shooting against it. After the bullet left the chamber of her gun, she climbed above one of the tables and got ready to face the other closest guard. Or maybe that would scare them enough... or maybe she would have to kill them in numbers to show that it's futile to attempt capturing her... or maybe... she signed her death sentence.

The guard was hit though the heart, the bullet entering and exiting quickly, smashing though a table. He dropped, taser clattering to the floor. The guard Maria had turned to face decided he was not being paid enough to face an armed gunman (women, rather) and dove behind a nearby table. As it turned out, patients were grabbing for tazers and stun batons, terrified visitors were taking anything they could find to beat their way out of the hospital. Unarmed civilians, guards and crazy patients all mixed it up, creating the perfect chaos for Maria to escape. Visitors, many of them from other nations, had weapons. Many nations had relaxed concealed weaponry permits, so guns, knives and other small, hidable weapons came out. The guards no longer focused soley on her, but had to concentrate on escaped wackhos and those visitors with weapons, improvised, brought with, or forcibly taken from guards. Foxfire was in the middle of it all, tazering anyone and eveyone for the sheer hell of it. The nurse soon seperated from Bob and ran, to hide in a supply closet.

The guard was hit though the heart, the bullet entering and exiting quickly, smashing though a table. He dropped, taser clattering to the floor. The guard Maria had turned to face decided he was not being paid enough to face an armed gunman (women, rather) and dove behind a nearby table. As it turned out, patients were grabbing for tazers and stun batons, terrified visitors were taking anything they could find to beat their way out of the hospital. Unarmed civilians, guards and crazy patients all mixed it up, creating the perfect chaos for Maria to escape. Visitors, many of them from other nations, had weapons. Many nations had relaxed concealed weaponry permits, so guns, knives and other small, hidable weapons came out. The guards no longer focused soley on her, but had to concentrate on escaped wackhos and those visitors with weapons, improvised, brought with, or forcibly taken from guards. Foxfire was in the middle of it all, tazering anyone and eveyone for the sheer hell of it. The nurse soon seperated from Bob and ran, to hide in a supply closet.

´"Amid the turmoil and tumult of battle, there may be seeming disorder and yet no real disorder at all; amid confusion and chaos, your array may be without head or tail, yet it will be proof against defeat.", the instructor Tito said as he recited the words written by Sun Tzu more than a thousand of years ago, she immediately understood what he meant as she reminded of that old lesson on how being predictable is the ruin of any operation.´

Taking advantage of the impending confusion, she quickly jumped from the table to the ground and ran to the stairs as people let her go afraid of her handgun. It wasn't her original intention to have hit that guard against his heart, but it seemed now it was of little matter such small mistake. She dashed through the stairs, always with her gun pointing ahead of her, but instead of going down, she went up to the seventh floor as she still wasn't sure that would be enough. There was someone who could be a perfect tool to aid her escape there. She would not have to clean up the situation as the probably the conclusion would be that she was a psychopath getting her revenge on him, although the truth was much more complex as she already wondered on the 1,100,000 mutualist credits she would receive for everything she did besides the indemnity... and Isabel. As she reached the final floor, she stormed against the hallway of the isolation area, having as her goal the place where Michael was locked in.

"We're swamped with work," Bryce complained to Kate. "At the rate the patients are arriving and deteriorating, we can't possible hope to cure them all."

"Why, you are giving up?" Kate asked, noting the slight mellowness in the tone of the usually snarky co-resident.

"No, not that easily," he told her, poring over the files of Jamie Carlson. "After all that those patients had done..."

A sudden commotion was heard from upstairs. "What was that?" Kate asked.

"Argh, patients," Bryce grunted, reaching out for the stun gun and his revolver.

"What are you going to do? Shoot patients?" Kate asked as she looked at Bryce's gun.

"Yep," Bryce answered, as he put the stun gun in his pocket. "Self-defense. The patients here are out to kill me."

"Perhaps you should try to be a little bit more respectful to them sometimes..." Kate began, but realized what she was saying, and cut herself off.

"So they won't hate me?" Bryce finished her statement. "I know everyone hates me already, that won't change a thing."

"I don't hate you..."

"You're the exception to the rule, if what you are saying is true," Bryce said as he put the revolver in the holster and pulled down his red hoodie to partially conceal the weapon.

"You are really serious in carrying that thing? My God, the patients are unarmed! You can't just shoot them!"

Bryce contemplated it for a moment, torn between his own anger and fear and Kate's indignation. He chose to accede to the latter. "Alright, alright," he said as he took off the holster with the gun and put it in his locker. "Happy?"

"Let's go upstairs."

(OOC: sixth floor is the dining room, right?)

OOC: Dining is fifth floor.
IC:

Bob decided to escape the violence as best as he could. He ran for the stairs leading up to his room where he could hide. He could barely make out a straight path to the stairs and ran as if it were...

'It's the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, they need 4 runs to win, 2 outs. Bob is on second base. The pitcher pitches a fastball, the batter hits it out into center field. Bob runs after the guy who was on thrid base and beats him...'

Bob was interupted by a guard who took him. The guard's taser had obviously been taken and Bob had no idea what this man could or would do to him.

OOC: A little corny with the baseball but whatever.

At this point most of those who were unarmed were either hiding, out of the building, dead or stunned. The guard was weaponless, but he had muscles and knew how to use them to some extent. He circled Bob slowly, fists up near his face. This type of defense generally works well until you get kicked in the groin a few times. But the guard didn't know that. Around them people were yelling and screaming, and there was still the occasional gunshot or the hiss/zap of a tazer firing.

It was something she expected, but which she still considered a faint possibility nonetheless, but as she turned around with her gun ahead, she perceived the entire seventh floor has been evacuated by the guards as the chaos occurred in the floors below. Quickly she stepped at the door to Michael's room. Whoever was there hastily ran away and forgot to lock it with anything besides metal boards, which although unreachable for who was inside, weren't anything beyond her reach as she removed them from the door and opened it.
As she stepped into the room she immediately noticed Michael strapped to that bed and those padlocks below it holding the straps altogether. She was also obviously noticed by him as she thought...
´"Ten padlocks... ten bullets... I'm in a hurry so I can't do it other way, this way I'll still have seven bullets... but if I just take out the ones on his head and arms..."

She started shooting against five of the padlocks as the silenced noise of her pistol popped, breaking them and releasing the straps the held Michael on his place, one by one with a large degree of accuracy. Soon Michael arms and torso were again freed, with the only remaining straps held being those against his leg. She then simply said to him, expecting him to understand her as she reminded her German classes and said in a very cold, emotionless voice:
"Bilden Sie Ihr Entweichen! Ich kann Ihnen helfen, wenn Sie mir helfen, eine diese Hölle Bohrung zu verlassen!"(Make your Escape! I can help you if you help me to get out of this hell hole!)

(OOC: If you know German and if the translation sucks, I'm sorry but that's the best those Free Online Translators can do)

At this point most of those who were unarmed were either hiding, out of the building, dead or stunned. The guard was weaponless, but he had muscles and knew how to use them to some extent. He circled Bob slowly, fists up near his face. This type of defense generally works well until you get kicked in the groin a few times. But the guard didn't know that. Around them people were yelling and screaming, and there was still the occasional gunshot or the hiss/zap of a tazer firing.

Bob didn't have time for a fight, he was in too much of a hurry. He aimed a kick for the groin of the guard and hoped that it would hit. If it did, he would then go for a snake eyes before leaving the guard to escape to his room. If it missed, he'd have to see if the guard moved his hands down a little. Another kick to the groin if the guard didn't change his stance. If he did, a kick to the shins would do the trick. It all depended on this one kick and the follow up.

Bob didn't have time for a fight, he was in too much of a hurry. He aimed a kick for the groin of the guard and hoped that it would hit. If it did, he would then go for a snake eyes before leaving the guard to escape to his room. If it missed, he'd have to see if the guard moved his hands down a little. Another kick to the groin if the guard didn't change his stance. If he did, a kick to the shins would do the trick. It all depended on this one kick and the follow up.
The guard's eyes widened as the foot connected with his, ah, 'tender parts', and he staggered slightly, but stayed upright. He had taken worse hits before, from patients mostly, and Bob's kick had been slightly off, but it made the guard weary. He crotched more, legs ready to fend off any more attacks. Then he sprung, arms out to restrain Bob in a full bear-hug, tackling him.

Bryce and Kate reached the fifth floor, now in chaos. Guards were tasering and restraining patients, doctors and residents and interns were fleeing, visitors were searching for patients and avoiding violent ones...

"What the f*ck?" Bryce muttered. He pulled a nearby guard ushering visitors out to safety. "Who's in charge? What the hell happened here?"

"A patient began to shoot..."

Bryce grabbed Kate's arm and he started to go upstairs. "We can send out an emergency call for outside help," he told them. "We have a direct line to emergency services. The phone is at the seventh floor."

Bryce led Kate upstairs, not knowing that the shooter was out there.....

The guard's eyes widened as the foot connected with his, ah, 'tender parts', and he staggered slightly, but stayed upright. He had taken worse hits before, from patients mostly, and Bob's kick had been slightly off, but it made the guard weary. He crotched more, legs ready to fend off any more attacks. Then he sprung, arms out to restrain Bob in a full bear-hug, tackling him.

OOC: What about Bob's poke to the eyes? Oh well.
IC:

Bob was hit by the tackle and he was pinned by the guard. Bob asked as calmly and quietly - yet audible by the guard - as possible, "Please, I just want to get up to my room on the next floor up. I'll stay inside because I know I don't want to be killed and in a place like this in a state like this, well, I'd be in more danger than comfortable if I did leave. It's not like I could live a normal life outside these walls..."

It was something she expected, but which she still considered a faint possibility nonetheless, but as she turned around with her gun ahead, she perceived the entire seventh floor has been evacuated by the guards as the chaos occurred in the floors below. Quickly she stepped at the door to Michael's room. Whoever was there hastily ran away and forgot to lock it with anything besides metal boards, which although unreachable for who was inside, weren't anything beyond her reach as she removed them from the door and opened it.
As she stepped into the room she immediately noticed Michael strapped to that bed and those padlocks below it holding the straps altogether. She was also obviously noticed by him as she thought...
´"Ten padlocks... ten bullets... I'm in a hurry so I can't do it other way, this way I'll still have seven bullets... but if I just take out the ones on his head and arms..."

She started shooting against five of the padlocks as the silenced noise of her pistol popped, breaking them and releasing the straps the held Michael on his place, one by one with a large degree of accuracy. Soon Michael arms and torso were again freed, with the only remaining straps held being those against his leg. She then simply said to him, expecting him to understand her as she reminded her German classes and said in a very cold, emotionless voice:
"Bilden Sie Ihr Entweichen! Ich kann Ihnen helfen, wenn Sie mir helfen, eine diese Hölle Bohrung zu verlassen!"(Make your Escape! I can help you if you help me to get out of this hell hole!)

(OOC: If you know German and if the translation sucks, I'm sorry but that's the best those Free Online Translators can do)

Michael flung upwards, having dozed off before she came in. "Anything to get away from my captors," he said, in pure English. He was fluent in English and German, but refused to learn E.G.I., which was the common language throughout the GWO (English-German-Italian, though most can speak either of the three). He couldn't see who was there, because the lights were off and his mask had dark lens. He slipped his feet through the straps, since he could now move backwards. "So any extra weapons for said escape?"

Michael flung upwards, having dozed off before she came in. "Anything to get away from my captors," he said, in pure English. He was fluent in English and German, but refused to learn E.G.I., which was the common language throughout the GWO (English-German-Italian, though most can speak either of the three). He couldn't see who was there, because the lights were off and his mask had dark lens. He slipped his feet through the straps, since he could now move backwards. "So any extra weapons for said escape?"

"Traurig, spreche ich nicht Englisch. Und Aufenthalt innerhalb des Raumes, ich schießt jedermann, das zuerst kommt, bevor ich hier verlasse."(Sorry, I do not speak English. And stay inside the room, I will shoot anyone who comes first, before getting out of here.), said Maria as she was playing a game she knew very well: she performed one of the simplest ways to disguise her identity. Soon she leaned through the door, putting half of her head outside as she tilted her torso in a way she could easily take cover again inside that room if necessary, pointing her gun towards the hallway which connected to that claustrophobic room, expecting that sooner or later someone would come while she reminded how she "accidentally" hit someone in the chest instead of the arms, maybe for lack of practice, but that should not happen again. Pondering on every possible outcome, she aimed her gun precisely on the most likely place where someone's right arm would appear should one get up there, because even though Maria wasn't anymore someone who cared about human lives, there was a sense of professionalism and pride which impelled her to avoid killing more people than what would be necessary. Whoever went up there would get a bullet against the right arm or hand. Her concentration was very deep this time, as this time, she finally was starting to relive again the days when she was the "best of the best", as the simple fact of being approved since teens to join the training of the Blackguards already implied being much above the average, and the few who managed to pass through all the both physically and mentally straining trainings during 3 years or more were only the strongest of will, most physically apt, charismatic and/or intelligent among the population, where the demanded capabilities depended on their specialization. In fact most Blackguards members were even encouraged to have families or reproduce among themselves after their relatively early retirement, instead of with average people as part of an liberal eugenics (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberal_eugenics) program to improve the gene pool of their nation.

Exactly because she knew, from all her previous experiences regarding security staff, that soon the panic would cease and she would have to tangle with the less coward among the security of that place, that she took such preventive actions against anyone who could dash through those stairs. And there was a chance that someone could come to that floor right now. With her aim an attention entirely focused towards that staircase she awaited for whoever would come instead of risking going down there first. It was clearly noticeable from the way she held the gun and from her movements that she was not a simple average person who knows how to handle handguns, as her movements were very precise, silent, fast and efficient, avoiding to take less time than she would need during the moments she leaned through that door. And she remained static, motionless as a statue during that time. An imaginary line could almost be drawn between the right arm of an human located at those stairs and the direction where she was aiming it, such was the precision of her sight and abstraction skills.

The immobility of her body was broken as one of the doctors could be heard dashing through the stairs, her pointer finger now started move closer to the trigger in a fast and precise movement at almost the exact point of pressure that was the limit between the needed pressure to pull the trigger. Her pupils started to adjust their focus as her hazel iris contracted further: in a fraction of seconds after the arm of Bryce was visible from her position as he was to turn and face the hallway from the left, her finger pulled the trigger of her firearm. A small clicking sound was followed as the igniter propelled the bullet straight against his forearm as she seemed to be ready to react almost instantly to the result of her attempt to neutralize him without use of lethal force as she feared one of them could have an actual firearm, by either taking cover in that room or heading further ahead as the man felt in ground still alive but incapacitated.

"Oh, ich dachte, dass Sie würden. Die meisten Menschen tun. Anyways, sind dort irgendwelche Extrawaffen für vorerwähnte Flucht?" (Oh, I thought you would. Most people do. Anyways, are there any extra weapons for the said escape?) he said, before Maria pulled the trigger.

"Wer war, dass das Sie gerade schossen? Wächter?" (Who was that that you just shot? Security guard?) he asked. He wasn't startled or shaken, just curious as to who had been shot.

The bullet narrowly missed the the ulna and ripped through muscles of the medial side of the left forearm. The bullet exited the forearm and penetrated Bryce's body, missing the lower ribs but shattering his liver, piercing the right crus of the diaphragm, and puncturing his descending aorta. He fell backwards, nearly out of sight of the shooter...

Kate was just behind him and was frozen still as Bryce fell. She rushed towards him, fell on her knees, lifted his head up. Her brain was suddenly jolted into overdrive, running through possibilities... until she saw blood coming out of his right side. "Oh my God..." It did not immediately enter Kate's mind that the shooter might still be there, her mind was filled with thoughts about Bryce. Would he survive? What will I do without him?

Kate whipped out her cellphone and began to call emergency services as she cradled Bryce's head and torso on her lap. She filled out details in a hurry. ".. yes. If you can connect to Emergency Services, please do so. Saint Mary's is in chaos..." She looked at him, and his face now drained of all color, he was breathing with difficulty, he cannot hold his head up...

Bryce tried to say something to her, but his voice wouldn't come out... "Help is coming," she told him, trying to be reassuring, as fear, anxiety and panic welled up inside her. "I want you to hold on."

She tried to lift him up, carry him downstairs if she can, but he winced at her effort. "Don't you give up on me," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Kate knew that Bryce was a fighter. Nobody is in the position to know that better than her - they had been with each other for more than five years now. And the thought of losing him just hurt. He mouthed an answer, but he choked...

"You can't die," tears started to flow down her cheeks as she started to realize he won't probably make it. "I love you so much, you can't die," Kate muttered. Bryce heard her and struggled to smile.

Kate caught his weak smile. She knew he had heard her, and that he felt it. Bryce doesn't smile... back when he was alive...

Her eyes were filled with tears as she felt his body become limp. She looked into his half-open eyes and saw no life in those soulless green irises. She let out a whimper, and hugged the bloody body, crying almost inconsolably... still not realizing the danger just down the corridor...

OOC: It's cheesy, I know. :D

(OOC: Two "accidental" deaths already)

Her eyes were filled with tears as she felt his body become limp. She looked into his half-open eyes and saw no life in those soulless green irises. She let out a whimper, and hugged the bloody body, crying almost inconsolably... still not realizing the danger just down the corridor...

It was a great shock, she tried to shoot it in a way to avoid impacting against vital organs, to wound but not to kill him. It was her second failure this time, coming like a kick against her ego of thinking of herself as someone capable of "never making a mistake". Perhaps if she let him go and just pointed her gun against him... perhaps that would have been her demise instead. However the words she heard resonated, tingling on her head after such events like stings of remorse which somehow awakened whatever remaining morality still existed on her.

´"Maria, you should avoid the best you can to harm any but those who are our real enemies. Only use lethal force in situations where there is no other way to solve an impending crisis or when the stakes are extremely high. There is no point on harming those who you were not sent to harm. And always remember one thing once you finally are ready to the field: never kill an innocent. Never!"´

She was too focused to answer the question of that man she expected to be an actual psychotic type, although he seemed to know how to handle himself too much, perhaps this place was a dump for every type of "expendables" who simply knew too much.

Maybe it was an almost involuntary action, but as she noticed what she just have done, hearing the cries of a desperate woman, she whispered to herself in a low voice as her legs slowly moved, accompanying her torso, to the outside of the room:
"Nunca mate un inocente"
Maria finally putted her entire body into the hallway dashed towards the staircase with her gun ahead of her, not actually pointing at the direction of Kate, but instead remaining at full alert to detain whoever tries to stop her, hopefully this time with a non-lethal shot. She felt guilty, it was a long time since she last had such sensation, but as she ran towards the stairs and passed nearby the desperate woman with that man she just killed, she said as she ran through the stairs, the woman had a glimpse of her only, a faint image of a brown-haired pale face with a Norwegian appearance and a pair of hazel eyes with regret glancing at her as Kate could heard for a brief moment:
"I am sorry"

Michael was of no importance besides a distraction, maybe he was following her, maybe he stopped to take a taser from the dead doctor it was not her intention to kill. She did not pay attention to it. And somehow she feared he could double-cross her after all while she continued going down through the stairs.
´"Never kill an innocent! Never kill an innocent!"´, the phrase was coming over again and again into her mind after such events, she was almost reaching the first floor as at each entrance to an hallway all that could be seen was a shadow for a fraction of seconds, such was the speed she was running to get out of there soon. She was not going to the ground floor, but instead to the first floor from where she would climb the walls and land on the ground through an window. It wasn't the first time she was going to have such a fall. All it required was some good flexibility of her legs to reduce the impact of the ground collision.

OOC: What about Bob's poke to the eyes? Oh well.
IC:

Bob was hit by the tackle and he was pinned by the guard. Bob asked as calmly and quietly - yet audible by the guard - as possible, "Please, I just want to get up to my room on the next floor up. I'll stay inside because I know I don't want to be killed and in a place like this in a state like this, well, I'd be in more danger than comfortable if I did leave. It's not like I could live a normal life outside these walls..."
The guard frowned and he shifted to sit up, but was saved from doing so by a blow to the head from a stolen stun baton. The man behind it cackled. "Take that, you damned Londims! Ah ha ha!" He helped Bob up. "Let's send those bastards back to hell!" The man ran off, shouting and waving his baton.
7th floor...
Having seen Maria run away, Kate was approached by another, different figure. One with a tail, fox ears, and a pistol. Foxfire lifted the pistol to point at her, a point-blank shot from less than four feet away. "I want out. You will help me get out, or I will kill you."
Ambulences and police cars were starting up and driving towards the hospital. It would still be another few minutes before the authorities got to St. Mary's to restore order and tend to the wounded. More than enough time for Maria to escape safely...

The guard frowned and he shifted to sit up, but was saved from doing so by a blow to the head from a stolen stun baton. The man behind it cackled. "Take that, you damned Londims! Ah ha ha!" He helped Bob up. "Let's send those bastards back to hell!" The man ran off, shouting and waving his baton.

OOC: Was it the Kitsune?

Bob was too close to escaping up onto the 6th floor to fight and risk getting killed. He ran through the door and up the stairs hoping to somehow re-pay the guy who had helped him. It seemed kind of dumb to want to re-pay him, it was chaos. He was soon on the sixth floor.

OOC: Third Spanish States: Is Maria on the sixth floor?

OOC: Was it the Kitsune?

Bob was too close to escaping up onto the 6th floor to fight and risk getting killed. He ran through the door and up the stairs hoping to somehow re-pay the guy who had helped him. It seemed kind of dumb to want to re-pay him, it was chaos. He was soon on the sixth floor.

OOC: Third Spanish States: Is Maria on the sixth floor?

(OOC: By now she should already be in the first floor, after she escapes what happens to her shall be explained in the story thread linked in my signature called "The Invisible Network". Oh and the overall population of Third Spanish States doesn't have prejudices against humans, but regarding non-human sentiences... that's an entirely different history)

She could swear she was in a room being gassed with chloroform like if there were two fingers pulling her eyelids below as her eyes became only half-opened, and her reflexes started to become slower... her hand barely holding up the grip of the Glock 18C as she was about to get into the first floor for the last step of her plan... she was so tired that if Michael followed her the entire way she would probably not have noticed at all.
Maria slapped her own face in an attempt to remain awake and alert, the impact was so strong the red mark of her hand was visible over it and the shock of the pain she did to herself to avoid falling asleep. That is what those trainings were for, there was only one way she was going down, and that way would be the complete exhaustion to the point of leading to unconsciousness only.

Her grasp over the wall was less accurate than before as she leaned, using her peripheral vision again to observe what she would encounter in the first floor. This time she was not going to miss it. It was her last chance to finally get the hell out of there definitively, and with a large paycheck in her pocket to make her forget of the innocents she had to kill during this wet work. No... her mind was slowly building up something to take away her guilty of killing Bryce and that guard, it was not her fault, she knew who to blame and she was going to... deal with it, should it cross her path... it was the opposite of what she sought... a feral, unorganized, foolish and impulsive beast, something out of its place on either the wilderness or in zoos... a mere animal with more brains than most but less than humans, that was it was seen to her as her mind carefully created a tale to transfer all the guilty over it.

´"I killed nobody! The one responsible for this damn bloody mess was that damn animal! Damn, there are already enough nasty men to be nuisances and now this... thing came and spoiled everything for me and led me to have to kill two people as a need of survival, if he did not meddle, it would have been a clean, discrete kill with no collateral damage, but no! That ignorant beast had to do that, it had to spoil everything and now I killed two people unnecessarily and am almost sleeping on foot and... there is only place for one top dog in this planet: Mankind! I am probably doing a favor for mankind with this besides of having my revenge against this inferior race. If people of the same human race have killed themselves since the beginning because of wealth, nations, religion or color, why won't these savages try to gain supremacy over the world and war against us? "´

With this invention in her mind coupled with her extreme prejudice against any non-human sentience, the burden of the two dead was lifted, or more exactly, hidden in the depths of her unconscious. Now all that existed was her sight of the first floor from that hidden position in the middle of the staircase to it. The visual information she would require to plan her next steps in the interval of a few seconds. Should Foxfire get into her range, it would be as good as dead.

(OOC: I just need an overall description of its layout and what's happening on the first floor)

OOC: Was it the Kitsune?

Bob was too close to escaping up onto the 6th floor to fight and risk getting killed. He ran through the door and up the stairs hoping to somehow re-pay the guy who had helped him. It seemed kind of dumb to want to re-pay him, it was chaos. He was soon on the sixth floor.

OOC: Third Spanish States: Is Maria on the sixth floor?
OOC: Nah, just some random guy.
OOC2: Maria's on the 1st, BTW.
IC:
The upper levels were quieter and had less fighting, because there was mostly isolated patients and doctors up there. The lower levels, however, were filled with patients, and many of these had taken the oppertunity to break free. The guards and other staff on the floor had been quickly overwhelmed, and guards had to be diverted from the upper floors to try and contain and eliminate those patients on the bottom floors. The first floor was T-shaped: The stairway coming down at the left side of the "T", with a small hallway leading to the main corridor. The opposite hall was patient rooms. The long section of the "T" was the reception area/waiting rooms. Most of the patients had gone to this level in hopes of escape. A fast-thinking guard had sealed the doors, but it was only a matter of time before the patients broke the glass and ran out into the world. There was about twenty patients on the floor, all fighting each other, all armed. Guns, batons, tazers, steel rods, needles, anything they could get their hands on. The visitors and most of the staff had locked themselves in a room near the reception area, with a single guard at the inside of the door tazering anyone who came near. Unconcious or dead patients and guards lay on the floor or sprawled over objects. The same scene was occuring on the second and third floors. The seventh and sixth were relativly quiet, and the guards were busy mopping up the resistance on the fifth. The fourth was still a contested area, guards vs. patients.

The nature of that location served like an anti-sleep pill for her, it was wild beyond her most wicked thoughts. A mess of death and violence which seemed to have no reason to exist besides the sheer insanity-provoking nature of that place. She believed that insanity would be her fate if she remained there for more much time, while she looked at the pathetic excuse for a fight that was happening between what seemed to be unordered, mindless animals preying on each other like starving dogs. A tingling sensation came to her mind as Maria could almost swear she could sense a impelling force of madness, the collective unconscious of pure insanity, in that location. A foreign, unsettling sensation that everything was to be handled such way, baffled and distorted voices expelling only what could be considered as the synesthesic manifestation of madness on the form of sound, image and touch. There were voices that she could hear, the telepathic representation of the superficial "thoughts" of those unfortunate people. They had no form to speak of, no sense, it was an invasion of superficial thoughts she was not seeking to listen to, and then they were all gone as they became more and more faint. It seems that those thoughts, or whatever was called the brain process of the insane, were starting to become deeper, much beyond the reach of Maria's limited extra-sensory perception, or maybe she voluntarily stopped receiving them, it was an uncertainty on the reason they were no more, but her conclusions were done without any shadow of doubt, regarding all that happened in that place.

´"Puta Mierda! What a load of a butterfly effect is this?", was what she wondered as she saw the scene ahead of her as she glanced on the hallway the evidence that the principles of the Chaos Theory actually had more sense than her thought. She knew that things were going to get pretty agitated after what she had to do, but she never expected things would become so drastic, and neither that she would end up killing more two people, for that matter. It was at the same time perfect, and terribly dangerous for her to attempt getting through that place.

´"Are these nutjobs sufficiently distracted on killing themselves for me to get the hell out of here?", she thought as she continued watching the mob of lunatics on that fought over that place. ´"These guys are just dumb, why do not they help each other to get the hell out of this place?", she concluded, raising her gun as a precaution, and started to sneak down the end of the staircase and towards the main hallway to the outside. This time, each step cautiously calculated, as she observed with full attention the nature of the floor she was to put another step on, as certain types of floor were more noisy than others, and also with a very close eye to the conflict and her right hand holding the grip of her pistol very tightly and with an inclination of her biceps which allowed her to fastly point her arm and gun towards a threat coming from the multiple directions where the maniacal slaughter was happening. She never witnessed something like that, and even after killing three people in a single day, it was something frightening to her to witness that as she took another silent step further with her back facing one of the walls of the hallway out of there. Should those insane come against her, the only option would be another slaughter. But she had only twelve bullets against a potential threat of twenty psychopaths. ´"I am going to do this the clean, elegant way"´ was her thought as she was very close to out of that location and back to the reception room. She could even spot the guard holding a door where the sane took refuge further ahead and he also spotted her, but she quickly started to wave her gun around in silence and to gesture him something that clearly meant for him to stay quiet as she kept leaning through those walls as the loonies were fighting on the center of the hallway. She did not want to kill more people unnecessarily, and this time, she was even more careful than before. Maria Emmet Nansen Medellin was a professional who did it for the money only, not a random street thug killing any random passerby around. Her ego was already in a delicate situation as she was proud of never having any form of "collateral damage" in her old times, should those lunatics go at her, she would have no qualms on shooting each of them, one by one, if necessary, but for each bullet that came out of the chamber of her pistol, it was like if a part of her prestige was going away with those projectiles. After all, it would not matter much, but for now it was very important for her, due to a sense of professionalism, to avoid more killings.

OOC: OK
IC:

There wasn't a single person on the sixth floor. It seemed strange to Bob but he didn't know that there were patients trying to escape and fighting on the fifth floor down. He quietly crept to his room, opened the door crept inside and locked himself in. He hid in a closet in case some wacko tried and/or succeeded in getting into his room.

OOC: Just come and get Bob when the fighting is over.

OOC: LOL okay,
IC:
The patients were uncoordinated in their strikes, insanity tends to do that to a person. A few fought with military dicipline and effectivness, revealing them vetreans of a previous war, driven out of their minds by the horrors of war. Most of them could not succeed in hitting each other, and all were running low on ammo. So when two patients, one with a stun baton, the other with a needle filled with a milky white substance, turned on Maria, she would actually be in very little danger. They advanced on her with lumbering, shuffling steps, leering at her but not speaking.

It was a great shock, she tried to shoot it in a way to avoid impacting against vital organs, to wound but not to kill him. It was her second failure this time, coming like a kick against her ego of thinking of herself as someone capable of "never making a mistake". Perhaps if she let him go and just pointed her gun against him... perhaps that would have been her demise instead. However the words she heard resonated, tingling on her head after such events like stings of remorse which somehow awakened whatever remaining morality still existed on her.
...
Maybe it was an almost involuntary action, but as she noticed what she just have done, hearing the cries of a desperate woman, she whispered to herself in a low voice as her legs slowly moved, accompanying her torso, to the outside of the room:
"Nunca mate un inocente"
Maria finally putted her entire body into the hallway dashed towards the staircase with her gun ahead of her, not actually pointing at the direction of Kate, but instead remaining at full alert to detain whoever tries to stop her, hopefully this time with a non-lethal shot. She felt guilty, it was a long time since she last had such sensation, but as she ran towards the stairs and passed nearby the desperate woman with that man she just killed, she said as she ran through the stairs, the woman had a glimpse of her only, a faint image of a brown-haired pale face with a Norwegian appearance and a pair of hazel eyes with regret glancing at her as Kate could heard for a brief moment:
"I am sorry"
Kate noticed the two patients that had just passed her by. She was too distraught and hopeless to pursue the rational goal of restraining the patients from escaping. Plus, they were armed, she wasn't. She should have not stopped Bryce from bringing his gun... now he's dead... A stab of guilt pierced her psyche, somehow accusing her of Bryce's death and the situation she is right now.

She hugged Bryce's body, mumbling apologies and endearment, trying to be oblivious to the two patients escaping. She did not even hear Maria's apology as she passed by...

7th floor...
Having seen Maria run away, Kate was approached by another, different figure. One with a tail, fox ears, and a pistol. Foxfire lifted the pistol to point at her, a point-blank shot from less than four feet away. "I want out. You will help me get out, or I will kill you."
Kate glanced at the half human, half animal figure, her vision blurred by tears in her eyes. She could see, however, the gun that the kitsune was holding. Apprehension joined in the mix of anger, guilt, denial, mourning, anxiety, and exhaustion. She could not take it anymore. But fear was such a powerful stimulant, Kate stopped crying and her brain started to churn out its primeval instincts to survive.

"What would you get if you kill me?" She said half-slyly, half-resignedly. She looked at Bryce, whose haunting eyes nearly extinguished her newfound bravado. "My friend... my love, is dead!" She hugged the body again, sobbing somewhat, trying to conceal that she was trying to get the taser from Bryce's pocket. "Can you see him?" She asked the kitsune, tipping her chin towards Bryce's corpse. "Can you see that he's dead? Have you got no respect for the dead? Put your gun down and come here; I'll help you." She was hoping that he would put the gun down and come closer so that she can give her the nice electroshock he needs...

The kitsune curled his lip. "I would gain nothing by killing you. Rather, I should rephase my request: I want you to help me find and kill his murderer," He indicated Bryce with his weapon. "I have no love for her kind: Killing, indiscriminatly. It is a matter of revenge...for a long wrong that has yet to be righted...against my family. You can stay, and mourn him. Or you can rise and come with me, to avenge his death." He did not come closer, but lowered his weapon. "Your choice."

Michael stood up from his bed, then tilted his neck a few times, producing a few popping sounds. He stretched a little bit, as the confinement of the straps easily cramped him. After Maria ran off, he simply thought, "Oh well, less weight to carry around."

He slowly walked out of the room, looking down both ways of the hallway. His appearance was a 6'4" tall, bald-headed, blue-eyed white man with a mask comparible to that of Dr. Hannibal's. The brows of his mask were somewhat furrowed, but not too much. The mouth was covered in a grate sort of cover, much like that of the GWO's Special Tactics Force, many of whom were actually made from his DNA. The lens were reflective, but dark enough for nobody to see what was underneath. The straps for it dug into his scalp. The purpose of the mask was to prevent biting, spitting, staring, or perfect visibility.

He turned to the staircase with bloodstains on it, he was attracted to blood for some reason. He picked up the fallen doctor's weapons. Though they weren't lethal, he could easily finish off a stunned person. He slowly progressed down the stairs to see the scene going on. When he saw Foxfire, he instantly felt pure anger and hatred. Anything not purely human enraged him. Anything not a white human only made him mad. He held the tazer at waist level, in a fashion that made it so you wouldn't really notice it at first glance. His baton was in his pocket. He quietly and slowly walked forward, in a normal sort of sense for him.

´"No"´, the thought was suddenly interrupted while she pointed the pistol against the loonies, when she took a long step farther away from the melee range of those insane people and closer to the exist.

´"More"´, and she twisted her body through 180 degree, turning her back to them as a preparation to run like if that place was exploding.

´"Kills!"´, was the last part of the fractioned thought as she started to run very fast, those loonies after her.

It was a bad omen, but she could sense something was about to go terribly wrong, without being able to get the grasp of what. Such sensations were the worst possible thing that could happen, they only brought fear into her mind, something bad could happen to her. She continued to dash through those rooms, and this feeling led her to turn her head behind and look at the madmen after her. This moment was what denied something she sought so hard, or maybe did not, but she missed the door to the outside and continue going at the direction of that simple guard with her own weapon down as the madmen were still running after her. Unlike them, she seemed to run in an athletically ordered and rhytmic manner like that of a professional runner. She was at the range of the guard tazer and the lunatics also were, as she looked back, it was too late for her, now it all depended on whether the guard would target her, or them, although her kevlar vest, should it hit her against the chest, would block its effect.

´"No"´, the thought was suddenly interrupted while she pointed the pistol against the loonies, when she took a long step farther away from the melee range of those insane people and closer to the exist.

´"More"´, and she twisted her body through 180 degree, turning her back to them as a preparation to run like if that place was exploding.

´"Kills!"´, was the last part of the fractioned thought as she started to run very fast, those loonies after her.

It was a bad omen, but she could sense something was about to go terribly wrong, without being able to get the grasp of what. Such sensations were the worst possible thing that could happen, they only brought fear into her mind, something bad could happen to her. She continued to dash through those rooms, and this feeling led her to turn her head behind and look at the madmen after her. This moment was what denied something she sought so hard, or maybe did not, but she missed the door to the outside and continue going at the direction of that simple guard with her own weapon down as the madmen were still running after her. Unlike them, she seemed to run in an athletically ordered and rhytmic manner like that of a professional runner. She was at the range of the guard tazer and the lunatics also were, as she looked back, it was too late for her, now it all depended on whether the guard would target her, or them, although her kevlar vest, should it hit her against the chest, would block its effect.
The guard's eyes widened and he brought the tazer up quickly. It spat one, two, three bursts. The first barely winged past Maria's shoulder, but the second hit the patient behind her full in the face, knocking him to the floor, stunned. The third shot impacted Maria full in the chest, it's effect deflected off the armor underneth. He flinched as the two runners drew to less than two feet away, bracing for impact.
He held the tazer at waist level, in a fashion that made it so you wouldn't really notice it at first glance. His baton was in his pocket. He quietly and slowly walked forward, in a normal sort of sense for him.
Foxfire abruptly turned and targeted Michael with his pistol, well out of range of the tazer. "Halt." The pistol was pointed perfectly at chest height, and if the kitsune fired the bullet would go on a direct course for Michael's heart.

All that Maria needed was the pull of a trigger as she almost instantly raised her gun towards the guard's head, it was pointed against him for 2 seconds. But she did not shoot against him for some reason, when she said no more kills, it was like a promise she did to herself. Instead she stopped the momentum of her run and grabbed on a rail on the wall to propel her body towards the opposite direction and to the exit of that place. She pulled her arm muscles as her body started to move quickly towards the exit to the reception room, away from the range of the guard. In a quick turn she finally reached it. So close, now only a few more steps between her and the exit of that place, and climbing its gates as well...

Kate suppressed her sigh when she couldn't find the taser... she looked at the half-animal. He was offering new terms. She though about it for a moment, but...

She saw that another big male escaped patient - and he was holding the taser, threatening the kitsune. Now she could be caught in the crossfire. She looked at both of them, and was slightly relieved that their attention was not with her anymore.

Still sitting on the floor, she moved herself out of the way, in the process slightly dragging Bryce's body with her. She moved against the wall and watched Michael and Foxfire battle it out while stroking dead Bryce's face.

All that Maria needed was the pull of a trigger as she almost instantly raised her gun towards the guard's head, it was pointed against him for 2 seconds. But she did not shoot against him for some reason, when she said no more kills, it was like a promise she did to herself. Instead she stopped the momentum of her run and grabbed on a rail on the wall to propel her body towards the opposite direction and to the exit of that place. She pulled her arm muscles as her body started to move quickly towards the exit to the reception room, away from the range of the guard. In a quick turn she finally reached it. So close, now only a few more steps between her and the exit of that place, and climbing its gates as well...
The guard was completly surprised by this tactic, but he had no more time as the second patient slammed into him, tackling him into the floor. They grunted and growled at each other as they wrestled. Maria was free to go, as no one else stood in her way.

Foxfire abruptly turned and targeted Michael with his pistol, well out of range of the tazer. "Halt." The pistol was pointed perfectly at chest height, and if the kitsune fired the bullet would go on a direct course for Michael's heart.

Michael looked over the pistol. He thought to himself, "Peashooter..."

He stopped moving towards the kitsune, still with the tazer concealed and ready to fire. "Oh no, please don't shoot me, I have a loving family back home and I'm here by mistake."

Michael quickly darted to one side, while heading for the kitsune simultaneously. He had the tazer out at arm's length, and was heading towards the kitsune in a swift, zig-zag bounce sort of way. He aimed the tazer square at the kitsune's upper torso, where most bulletproof vests don't protect to allow for neck room. He doubted that the kitsune had a Kevlar vest, but it was always better to be safe. While one hand was firing the tazer, the other was quickly taking out the stun baton from his pocket. To be further on the safe side, he rushed further forward, stun baton crackling, and swung at the kitsune. He didn't know if the tazer had hit or not.

Foxfire didn't even bother with the man attacking him. He jumped away, down a flight of stairs to the bottom, away from him, the woman, and the dead man. The one the women had killed...the women who had killed the doctor and started all this. Foxfire didn't know why the man was attacking him. He didn't care, either. In a kneeling position, he fired up at the man, who had clumsily swung his baton at the air where Foxfire used to be. Three bullets, all on a direct course for Michael's stomach.

Michael reacted in time to the Kitsune moving to not swing, but not in time to move from the bullet paths. One missed, one skimmed his side, and one went directly into his other side. This didn't stop him, it only made him even more furious. His body nearly went into autopilot, his adrenaline shooting up his abilities. He charged as fast as a human body of his caliber could take him, leaped over the steps with the baton in the air, ready to swing. His conscious quickly calculated how far the kitsune would be if it decided to run, so he was ready to change the course of the baton mid-swing. Blood dripped from him as he jumped over the steps, the drops heading straight for the kitsune.

Foxfire crouched low and brought his left leg up into a nailing kick, designed to catch the human in the air and knocked all the wind out of him, so that Foxfire could kill him or tie him up...so far all votes were "Kill him."

Michael saw as the Kitsune went lower, and he brought the baton down on a vertical axis, as he was going to anyways. Then the kick hit him in the stomach, but in a fashion where his body's rotationary axis changed. He couldn't control his landing and slammed into the Kitsune, still keeping a firm grip on his baton.

It was like being tackeled by a linebacker. Totally unprepared, confident that his kick would stop the human, Foxfire was thrown to the floor with the man on top of him. His pistol spun away and clattered down the stairs to stop at the exit to the sixth floor. The kitsune grunted and grasped for the stun baton, trying to disarm his enemy.

It was like being tackeled by a linebacker. Totally unprepared, confident that his kick would stop the human, Foxfire was thrown to the floor with the man on top of him. His pistol spun away and clattered down the stairs to stop at the exit to the sixth floor. The kitsune grunted and grasped for the stun baton, trying to disarm his enemy.

((OOC: Armchair Quarterback: I just got sacked by a Linebacker...his name is Comfort. Just had to bring that commercial up, lal))

Michael had several plans running through his head. He could either run down the stairs for the gun or get in a fistfight for the baton. He decided to do both.

He took his other arm and punched at the Kitsune's stomach, then let go of the baton and used the stair railings to make his escape down the stairs quicker. He was going for the gun...

OOC: Might you provide me with a link to see it?
IC:
Foxfire grunted, the blow wounding him, bruising him, but not badly. Not nearly enough to incapacitate him. The kitsune grapped the baton, ramped it up to full power, and threw it hard like a spear at the human's back, while jumping from the landing into the air. It the baton didn't connect, Foxfire would come down right on top of Michael like a ton of bricks.

OOC: LOL nice.
IC:
Foxfire landed heavily, and lost the baton in the process. Worse, the gun was out of his reach, but it was out of reach for his opponet as well. He hugged both arms around Michael's neck and pulled back hard, arching his back, trying to choke the man.

((OOC: Negatory on the link, this comp isn't YouTube compatible. But I have the commercial memorized. It's for Laz-E-Boy, I believe, advertising their arm-chairs. There's this guy and his wife at the store, and he shouts "PUNT IT", then the wife says "It's 2nd down, honey," before continuing by saying "My husband is the worst armchair quarterback in the world," to a Laz-E-Boy Employee. The Employee then sends the footrest on one of the armchairs out, and the Armchari Quarterback sits on it and proclaims, "I just got sacked by a Linebacker...his name is Comfort."))

Michael's head was slightly turned towards the landing he was running from. The baton was thrown accurately, but it hit Michael's mask, preventing the electricity from stunning him. As Michael dove for the gun, the Kitsune fell on top of him, for another floor brawl.

´"It is over"´.

The reception room, only a shadow in her memory being wilt to oblivion.
The deprivation, a past nightmare which became distant and forgotten with time.
´"Isabel... your time is coming"´ was her last thought. The ground of the asylum was treaded upon, its walls climbed, she returned to behind the tree she hid her equipment further ahead. But as she dressed again those familiar vests, tools of the trade, all that came into Maria's mind was of her past as a Blackguard, a past of ideals now shattered, of innocence lost. A myriad of sensations and thoughts converged into a single question:

´"What will I do now?"´

Retirement was one of the first thoughts. One million and a hundred thousand of mutualist credits more a couple of millions from the money of the indemnity, or as she preferred to cynically call, "La moneda para callar"(The Coin to Shut Up), and an erased criminal file coupled with a new identity was more than enough for her to live calmly for the rest of her life, but still there was an itch, a nuisance as she remembered of she who brought her to that horrible location, her face was imprinted into Maria's memory, her voice was still audible after all that time from time to time.

Revenge came naturally as a thought, this Isabel, or whatever her true name was, led her to almost insanity, left her to rot in an asylum until time itself would madden. There was a restless will of revenge coming through Maria's mind that could not be ignored or forgotten. As long as Isabel breathed, Maria would not find rest.

Pablo... they took away all her feelings for him somehow. Or maybe such time was enough for her to perceive all was part of a personal adaptation to survive, she never truly loved him perhaps, it was only the choice between believing in the "lie" of her love to him or dying in an horrible manner that led her to have him as a husband. Their relation has became colder and colder in the last year, almost to the point of becoming a mere professional arrangement.

But something else tried to have its spaces among thoughts... join the Blackguards... they offered to pay indemnity, perhaps they are not as ruthless as initially thought. Perhaps they did all of that to make her stronger, as they already put her in painful and life-risking situations before under the label of "Live Training". Silly thoughts, was what she concluded on them... but the rewards, if they could be minimally trusted, the amount of money she could gain from doing high profile missions would put many to envy. And she could work... her mind devised, as a double agent for both Pablo and them.

The thoughts were interrupted as she, again dressed in with a camouflage that made spotting her in such night delusive, discarded the white clothing right there, lifted the briefcase, took the small portable computer and backtracked her steps all the way back to the place where she found it by reusing those coordinates noted on a small piece of paper. It was still there, and she could still notice the freshly dug Earth. There was a clearing nearby.

Maria simply turned on the palmtop and as it screen exhibited a desktop, again opened the message she received, and using the software of the device, replied to it in blank. They would know what that meant. Perhaps like a mouse to cheese, Maria was lured by the promises of wealth of the Blackguards should she join them again. But for now all that remained for her to do was to wait in such an isolated location for the transport...

The night was long...

After laying her back on a tree, she recounted her memories on the Blackguards countless times, eventually the same flashbacks she had before coming again. The betrayal, the abandonment. But somehow everything seemed to be connected. It all seemed to convenient that all that happened to her led her to "complete" the mission that was supposedly a complete failure after all. 10 years. For a glimpse of time, the faces of every people she killed could be remembered... the kid. Somehow now she felt that when she pulled that trigger, a part of her died with that boy and she could not make a sense of what she could have lost when she killed him. There was not much company besides the insects and occasional owls. No idea of how many hours have passed until she could finally hear the distant sounds of an helicopter.

The trees started to twist by the wind of the helices as a black RAH-66 helicopter landed on that clearing. Maria had no thoughts as she headed towards it, to find only a single pilot, a man she could not remember to have met, probably someone she never saw before. He simply gestured for her to get inside as its doors opened... Maria was reluctant but considering what she had in that place, she did not blink when she boarded the remaining seat of the helicopter on its back.

It took flight to the unknown, whereas Maria's fate was equally unknown. All the vestiges of Maria's presence were a left behind couple of white clothing in the middle of the forest. She breathed deeply as the helicopter took flight, it was finally over.