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Boomer's Projects
Because I prefer to use the already established FF Updates thread to post when I update; I have decided to open a thread to illuminate info on upcoming GSG projects that I have elicited to.
First and foremost: I now have a title for Alpha's 'return fic' and officially plant a flag on it. The title shall be:
Advent of the Gypsy
The opening will be thus.
Gypsy(n) - One of a vagabond tribe...whose tribes...are now scattered.
Alpha(n) - The first in a sequence.
-Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
In other news:
The long-awaited AlphaxTriela fic is still a go and for the umpteenth time, it's not a pairing. Although some have already considered my plans for this to be somewhat more/less better/worse. Take it as you will.
Also I a in collaboration with Kiskaloo for an AlphaxKara fic. Sorry shoujo fans, no pairings here either. Just gritty, down and dirty undercover work.
First and foremost: I now have a title for Alpha's 'return fic' and officially plant a flag on it. The title shall be:
Advent of the Gypsy
The opening will be thus.
Gypsy(n) - One of a vagabond tribe...whose tribes...are now scattered.
Alpha(n) - The first in a sequence.
-Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
In other news:
The long-awaited AlphaxTriela fic is still a go and for the umpteenth time, it's not a pairing. Although some have already considered my plans for this to be somewhat more/less better/worse. Take it as you will.
Also I a in collaboration with Kiskaloo for an AlphaxKara fic. Sorry shoujo fans, no pairings here either. Just gritty, down and dirty undercover work.
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boomer_gonz wrote:Also I am in collaboration with Kiskaloo for an AlphaxKara fic. Sorry shoujo fans, no pairings here either. Just gritty, down and dirty undercover work.
Mind you, they're both going to look fabulous doing it.
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Never new you had such works planed out. Cant wait for it since you have been torturing me with Alphas absence! .
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In appreciation to what the denizens of the chatbox do to influence my creativity(thank Elfen) , my anti-AlphaxTriela armor has officially cracked. Such a fic is brewing in my head as an afterthought, but I thought I'd use this thread to say, "Damn you, you maniacs!! You broke that which shan't be broken!!!"
An excerpt:
"Alpha," Triela pleaded under her breath. "I know you don't want me in the way I want you and you probably never will."
Swallowing her next breath, Triela finally failed to hold her tears.
"B...but," Triela started as she slowly looked up at the one in front of her. "Please, let me feel you. Let me know your touch, if only for tonight and never again."
This will most likely be a one-shot epilogue to the already established AlphaxTriela fic(which is not a pairing). Will it happen? How will it happen if it does? What will happen? How will it end?
You'll have to wait and see.
An excerpt:
"Alpha," Triela pleaded under her breath. "I know you don't want me in the way I want you and you probably never will."
Swallowing her next breath, Triela finally failed to hold her tears.
"B...but," Triela started as she slowly looked up at the one in front of her. "Please, let me feel you. Let me know your touch, if only for tonight and never again."
This will most likely be a one-shot epilogue to the already established AlphaxTriela fic(which is not a pairing). Will it happen? How will it happen if it does? What will happen? How will it end?
You'll have to wait and see.
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How will it end?
Hmmm....
Claes walks in carrying her tray of pasteries and tea set on her serving tray, finding tossed clothing on her table, and a moving moaning mass under Triela's Bed Blankets. she drops the tray and runs... (to get the baseball bat or a bucket of ice water- you choose)
Hmmm....
Claes walks in carrying her tray of pasteries and tea set on her serving tray, finding tossed clothing on her table, and a moving moaning mass under Triela's Bed Blankets. she drops the tray and runs... (to get the baseball bat or a bucket of ice water- you choose)
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Prolly a bucket of ice water, with a few extra cubes thrown in for good measure.
Claes(as she pours the small bucket on the two of them looking away): Oops!!
Triela: WHAAAA!!!!
Claes: I know he lets you be on top, but can you at least wait until he takes you to HIS room?
Alpha: Hey pastries! Can I have one?
-Claes picks up an ice cube from the floor and beans him with it while smiling.
EDIT: Not to say that the scene will be in the final product. I have something...different planned.
Claes(as she pours the small bucket on the two of them looking away): Oops!!
Triela: WHAAAA!!!!
Claes: I know he lets you be on top, but can you at least wait until he takes you to HIS room?
Alpha: Hey pastries! Can I have one?
-Claes picks up an ice cube from the floor and beans him with it while smiling.
EDIT: Not to say that the scene will be in the final product. I have something...different planned.
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Looks like Joss Whedon has been inspired by your Basic Necessity fic, Boomer. The head of the LA "Dollhouse" has programmed one of her actives to serve as a personal sex toy on occasion.
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Saw this YouTube vid and immediately thought of a x-over fic of sorts regarding GSG(OC Universe) and Hellgate: London.
See if you can guess which OC's I plan to include.
Hint: One of which is my own and the other is one that is close to him.
Warning: Contains Images that may be disturbing to some viewers.
Location: London, Great Britain
Time: Late 2010's
The Great Dark creeps it's way across Europe as one-by-one entire nations fall to it's destructive evil. Germany, Spain, France; all memories of their splendor and majesty, have become haven and home to monsters as well as their demon masters.
As the armies of the Great Dark march ever closer to Italy along the shores of the Mediterranean, their goal becomes ever more obvious. The Vatican requests the aide of the SWA and more specifically; the one who defeated their champion so many years ago. Along with his partner and an arsenal of specifically modified weaponry, they will venture where few have dared in the past and even fewer have returned.
In the maze that is London's catacombs, they will engage the horrors unimaginable to the world's most twisted minds. Displaying courage and bravery of the type that hasn't been seen in over half a century. Finding an unlikely ally they will attempt to close the Hellgate and give humanity just a little more time.
All in the upcoming fic,
London Calling(working title)
Any feedback is much appreciated.
See if you can guess which OC's I plan to include.
Hint: One of which is my own and the other is one that is close to him.
Warning: Contains Images that may be disturbing to some viewers.
- Spoiler:
Location: London, Great Britain
Time: Late 2010's
The Great Dark creeps it's way across Europe as one-by-one entire nations fall to it's destructive evil. Germany, Spain, France; all memories of their splendor and majesty, have become haven and home to monsters as well as their demon masters.
As the armies of the Great Dark march ever closer to Italy along the shores of the Mediterranean, their goal becomes ever more obvious. The Vatican requests the aide of the SWA and more specifically; the one who defeated their champion so many years ago. Along with his partner and an arsenal of specifically modified weaponry, they will venture where few have dared in the past and even fewer have returned.
In the maze that is London's catacombs, they will engage the horrors unimaginable to the world's most twisted minds. Displaying courage and bravery of the type that hasn't been seen in over half a century. Finding an unlikely ally they will attempt to close the Hellgate and give humanity just a little more time.
All in the upcoming fic,
London Calling(working title)
Any feedback is much appreciated.
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Nice...
You know who to team up with when you involve the Vatican....
You know who to team up with when you involve the Vatican....
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In lieu of my absence, I did in fact utilize most of my time getting down to business and writing out some of my upcoming fics. For once a cheap motel not having a porn channel came in handy. LOLZ
So, without further ado, a few teasers:
Alpha Effect 3: Hostile Resolution
Awakening from her daze; Triela looked around only to see that see that she was no longer in the basement. Making a motion to rise, Triela was quickly greeted by the sound of her own Winchester being pointed a her.
"Stay where you are," the young boy before her said as he idly fingered the shotgun's trigger. "I haven't bound you like the others, but I won't hesitate to put you down."
Slowly settling into the chair; Triela dared to ask a question, "Are you the one?"
"I'm a ghost," the boy answered as he loaded a shell into the Winchester. "A forgotten relic from a buried past, nothing more."
"Why are you here?"
As he loaded another shell, the boy kept silent to Triela's question. After loading the final shell, he gave it a pump.
"Do you have trouble getting a fair spread with shot?"
"What?" Triela said in surprise at the sudden query. "Y...yeah, I do."
"That's because my partner and I restored this gun to be better with slugs."
"How do you know?"
"Why don't you know? The rifled barrel should've been a genuine giveaway."
"Just who are you?"
"You really care about them don't you?" the boy asked as he stood up.
"What?"
"Your partners, comrades, whatever you wish to call them."
"Yes, I guess so."
"Will you fight me for them, for their lives?"
"If I fight you, I'll kill you."
"Then so be it."
With the last word, the boy tossed the shotgun at Triela. Catching it in surprise, Triela looked up just in tie to see the boy brandish two collapsible batons.
Piccole Risa
Looking at Henrietta and Rico with a sense of anger and worry, Claes finally elicited the truth from the two.
"We...sorry," Rico stuttered, "but...'
"But...?" Claes asked intensifying her glare.
Finally breaking dow Henrietta screamed, "Claes! We lost the baby!!"
Trial by Fire
Speeding down the Autostrade, Kara maneuvered the modified Audi TT through traffic with the skills of a driver thrice her age. However, if anything could unhinge her concentration, it would be the sound of gunfire that never seemed to be more than a few yards behind.
Hanging out of the passenger window, Alpha continued to fire at their pursuers with his modified M1918 A2 BAR. Halfway through the 300 round drum already, Alpha was able to deter some of their pursuers, but more seemed intent to join.
Passing a lorry carrying a shipment of compressed gas containers, Alpha suddenly had an idea.
'Kara," Alpha called over the headset. "Keep pace with that lorry!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Trust me!"
As Kara eased back on the throttle, she couldn't shake the sense of foreboding. After the rear windshield erupted, it would seem that her foreboding would come to fruition.
Suddenly, she was sitting right next to Alpha's intended target. Firing his remaining drum at the lorry, eventually Alpha separated the cab from it's trailer. As the trailer began to skid to a halt, Alpha pulled the pin and trigger from one of his grenades and lobbed it into the trailer.
Ducking back into the car; Alpha quickly ordered, "Floor it!"
Of which Kara was only too happy to comply. Moments later, the detonating grenade set off a chain reaction. On after the other, the compressed gas sent fireball after fireball onto the highway. Turning off of the main highway, Kara quickly found a place to park.
"We'll rest here until the scene clears out," Alpha said as he quickly pulled out his cell.
"Alpha?" Kara called as she stared forward.
"I know of a place we can hide out," Alpha said as he dialed a number.
"Al..." Kara stated as hints of sobs echoed in her voice.
"Kara," Alpha said as he looked over to her, "it'll be..."
Letting his cell fall from his hand, Alpha's eyes went wide as a stream of red fell from somewhere on her neck and began to stain her cream blouse.
So, without further ado, a few teasers:
Alpha Effect 3: Hostile Resolution
Awakening from her daze; Triela looked around only to see that see that she was no longer in the basement. Making a motion to rise, Triela was quickly greeted by the sound of her own Winchester being pointed a her.
"Stay where you are," the young boy before her said as he idly fingered the shotgun's trigger. "I haven't bound you like the others, but I won't hesitate to put you down."
Slowly settling into the chair; Triela dared to ask a question, "Are you the one?"
"I'm a ghost," the boy answered as he loaded a shell into the Winchester. "A forgotten relic from a buried past, nothing more."
"Why are you here?"
As he loaded another shell, the boy kept silent to Triela's question. After loading the final shell, he gave it a pump.
"Do you have trouble getting a fair spread with shot?"
"What?" Triela said in surprise at the sudden query. "Y...yeah, I do."
"That's because my partner and I restored this gun to be better with slugs."
"How do you know?"
"Why don't you know? The rifled barrel should've been a genuine giveaway."
"Just who are you?"
"You really care about them don't you?" the boy asked as he stood up.
"What?"
"Your partners, comrades, whatever you wish to call them."
"Yes, I guess so."
"Will you fight me for them, for their lives?"
"If I fight you, I'll kill you."
"Then so be it."
With the last word, the boy tossed the shotgun at Triela. Catching it in surprise, Triela looked up just in tie to see the boy brandish two collapsible batons.
Piccole Risa
Looking at Henrietta and Rico with a sense of anger and worry, Claes finally elicited the truth from the two.
"We...sorry," Rico stuttered, "but...'
"But...?" Claes asked intensifying her glare.
Finally breaking dow Henrietta screamed, "Claes! We lost the baby!!"
Trial by Fire
Speeding down the Autostrade, Kara maneuvered the modified Audi TT through traffic with the skills of a driver thrice her age. However, if anything could unhinge her concentration, it would be the sound of gunfire that never seemed to be more than a few yards behind.
Hanging out of the passenger window, Alpha continued to fire at their pursuers with his modified M1918 A2 BAR. Halfway through the 300 round drum already, Alpha was able to deter some of their pursuers, but more seemed intent to join.
Passing a lorry carrying a shipment of compressed gas containers, Alpha suddenly had an idea.
'Kara," Alpha called over the headset. "Keep pace with that lorry!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Trust me!"
As Kara eased back on the throttle, she couldn't shake the sense of foreboding. After the rear windshield erupted, it would seem that her foreboding would come to fruition.
Suddenly, she was sitting right next to Alpha's intended target. Firing his remaining drum at the lorry, eventually Alpha separated the cab from it's trailer. As the trailer began to skid to a halt, Alpha pulled the pin and trigger from one of his grenades and lobbed it into the trailer.
Ducking back into the car; Alpha quickly ordered, "Floor it!"
Of which Kara was only too happy to comply. Moments later, the detonating grenade set off a chain reaction. On after the other, the compressed gas sent fireball after fireball onto the highway. Turning off of the main highway, Kara quickly found a place to park.
"We'll rest here until the scene clears out," Alpha said as he quickly pulled out his cell.
"Alpha?" Kara called as she stared forward.
"I know of a place we can hide out," Alpha said as he dialed a number.
"Al..." Kara stated as hints of sobs echoed in her voice.
"Kara," Alpha said as he looked over to her, "it'll be..."
Letting his cell fall from his hand, Alpha's eyes went wide as a stream of red fell from somewhere on her neck and began to stain her cream blouse.
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Interesting. I must read when you're ready to release it.
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As I finish up Elfen's latest entries, I decided to take a break and introduce a few more teaser's. PLease note that these are concepts and use of others OC's has yet to be approved.
Advent of a Gypsy
Leaning back in his chair, Fernando gets more frustrated by the minute. He has been able to recombine some fragmented pieces of the information regarding the long lost Chrysalis Foundation; but nothing of any real significance. Picking up his coffee pot for a refill, noticing that it was empty only added to his frustration.
If not for a definite name, place, and the curiosity of missing or altered newspaper clippings; he would think that Olga had lead him on. However, her tears were genuine. Something had hurt her so much that it pained Olga just to remember it.
However, this was one of the most extreme cases of degaussing he had ever seen. It as if they had attempted to erase it from history. So much that even their own people would not have access to the information. Suddenly, a knock at the door woke him from his contemplation. Answering the door, he saw Ferro holding a fairly large black case.
"Ferro?" Fernando questioned as he stepped out of his room.
"C...can we talk inside?" Ferro asked as she looked down the hall in both directions. It was uncharacteristic of Ferro to be nervous or anxious; and this alone intrigued Fernando.
"Sure," Fernando answered as he opened his door.
After stepping into the room, Fernando was again surprised that Ferro didn't automatically sit on the bed or in his chair. Instead Ferro continued to shake anxiously as she tightened her grip on the black case.
"Is there something wrong?" Fernando asked crossing his arms.
"I..." Ferro gulped before continuing, "I got the files you asked for."
"Thank you," Fernando said as he reached out his hand to take the case. Just as quickly, Ferro pulled away, "You only have them for twenty-four hours though. I was able to acquire them for...profiling purposes, but they have to be back to the national archives by this time tomorrow."
"I see, don't worry Ferro. I'll have them back."
"Please do so," Ferro said as she slowly handed over the case. "Or getting fired might not be my primary concern."
"...Really?"
"I...we have a very dark secret. Regarding the cyborgs, the conditioning, this very place. The secret is in there. All I ask is that you...you do not judge me or those of us that are still here after what happened there."
"Like Olga?" Fernando asked taking the case.
"Compared to most of us, Olga is a saint. She stayed not for any ulterior motive, or to further her career, but only to care for the child."
"Tell me more about this child."
"I...I can't; it's all in there."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because...because you asked and...maybe; just maybe..."
Rushing out of the door, Ferro didn't even bother closing it. This was obviously a sensitive subject for the entire Agency. For even Ferro to be spooked by it's revelation was something else entirely.
Placing the case on his desk, Fernando walked over to his coffeemaker for a fresh batch. With refilled mug in hand, Fernando sat down to dig into the contents of the case. Pulling out the first file, Fernando nearly choked on his coffee upon opening it. Within was analysis on samples and pictures of a vivisection. Quickly, Ferro's words gave rise to Fernando's concern as the analytic detail reveal the this particular subject was quite alive during the analysis.
With his interest piqued, Fernando picks up the next file folder. Upon opening the second folder, he stands up in shock. The single picture on the front of the file is of someone Fernando has tried not to remember. As the remainder of the folder's papers fall to the floor; Fernando remembers a single defining moment from his experience with the boy.
As they both looked at the northern Canadian compound burning to the ground, Alpha spoke.
"Fernando?" Alpha asked.
"Yeah; kid," Fernando answered.
"If there is a God, do you think he would forgive me?"
"What could a child have done that God himself would not forgive?"
Looking up at Fernando; Alpha quietly said, "Plenty."
AlphaxTriela fic (I haven't thought of a name yet, and Blonde Ambition even has the Me's saying, "You wouldn't dare!!")
"As you see from this diagram," Triela began as she attempted to lecture Claes. "My plan is foolproof. First, through the power of constant flirtation I shall get Alpha to be my companion."
"Are those chibi's?" Claes asked intently inspecting Triela's diagram.
"Focus Claes; second, I shall parade him around making everybody jealous and also embarrassing him in the process."
"Kinda cute though. Wait, is that you using him as a footstool?"
"Focus Claes, this of grave importance; and yes it is. Finally, I dump him like yesterday's news and thus have my revenge."
"Revenge? Triela last time I checked somebody not hitting on you isn't a reason for revenge."
"...Shut up Claes!"
Advent of a Gypsy
Leaning back in his chair, Fernando gets more frustrated by the minute. He has been able to recombine some fragmented pieces of the information regarding the long lost Chrysalis Foundation; but nothing of any real significance. Picking up his coffee pot for a refill, noticing that it was empty only added to his frustration.
If not for a definite name, place, and the curiosity of missing or altered newspaper clippings; he would think that Olga had lead him on. However, her tears were genuine. Something had hurt her so much that it pained Olga just to remember it.
However, this was one of the most extreme cases of degaussing he had ever seen. It as if they had attempted to erase it from history. So much that even their own people would not have access to the information. Suddenly, a knock at the door woke him from his contemplation. Answering the door, he saw Ferro holding a fairly large black case.
"Ferro?" Fernando questioned as he stepped out of his room.
"C...can we talk inside?" Ferro asked as she looked down the hall in both directions. It was uncharacteristic of Ferro to be nervous or anxious; and this alone intrigued Fernando.
"Sure," Fernando answered as he opened his door.
After stepping into the room, Fernando was again surprised that Ferro didn't automatically sit on the bed or in his chair. Instead Ferro continued to shake anxiously as she tightened her grip on the black case.
"Is there something wrong?" Fernando asked crossing his arms.
"I..." Ferro gulped before continuing, "I got the files you asked for."
"Thank you," Fernando said as he reached out his hand to take the case. Just as quickly, Ferro pulled away, "You only have them for twenty-four hours though. I was able to acquire them for...profiling purposes, but they have to be back to the national archives by this time tomorrow."
"I see, don't worry Ferro. I'll have them back."
"Please do so," Ferro said as she slowly handed over the case. "Or getting fired might not be my primary concern."
"...Really?"
"I...we have a very dark secret. Regarding the cyborgs, the conditioning, this very place. The secret is in there. All I ask is that you...you do not judge me or those of us that are still here after what happened there."
"Like Olga?" Fernando asked taking the case.
"Compared to most of us, Olga is a saint. She stayed not for any ulterior motive, or to further her career, but only to care for the child."
"Tell me more about this child."
"I...I can't; it's all in there."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because...because you asked and...maybe; just maybe..."
Rushing out of the door, Ferro didn't even bother closing it. This was obviously a sensitive subject for the entire Agency. For even Ferro to be spooked by it's revelation was something else entirely.
Placing the case on his desk, Fernando walked over to his coffeemaker for a fresh batch. With refilled mug in hand, Fernando sat down to dig into the contents of the case. Pulling out the first file, Fernando nearly choked on his coffee upon opening it. Within was analysis on samples and pictures of a vivisection. Quickly, Ferro's words gave rise to Fernando's concern as the analytic detail reveal the this particular subject was quite alive during the analysis.
With his interest piqued, Fernando picks up the next file folder. Upon opening the second folder, he stands up in shock. The single picture on the front of the file is of someone Fernando has tried not to remember. As the remainder of the folder's papers fall to the floor; Fernando remembers a single defining moment from his experience with the boy.
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As they both looked at the northern Canadian compound burning to the ground, Alpha spoke.
"Fernando?" Alpha asked.
"Yeah; kid," Fernando answered.
"If there is a God, do you think he would forgive me?"
"What could a child have done that God himself would not forgive?"
Looking up at Fernando; Alpha quietly said, "Plenty."
AlphaxTriela fic (I haven't thought of a name yet, and Blonde Ambition even has the Me's saying, "You wouldn't dare!!")
"As you see from this diagram," Triela began as she attempted to lecture Claes. "My plan is foolproof. First, through the power of constant flirtation I shall get Alpha to be my companion."
"Are those chibi's?" Claes asked intently inspecting Triela's diagram.
"Focus Claes; second, I shall parade him around making everybody jealous and also embarrassing him in the process."
"Kinda cute though. Wait, is that you using him as a footstool?"
"Focus Claes, this of grave importance; and yes it is. Finally, I dump him like yesterday's news and thus have my revenge."
"Revenge? Triela last time I checked somebody not hitting on you isn't a reason for revenge."
"...Shut up Claes!"
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Yes! Tell us more Boomer!
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From what I have read... I have too...boomer_gonz wrote:As I finish up Elfen's latest entries, I decided to take a break and introduce a few more teaser's. PLease note that these are concepts and use of others OC's has yet to be approved.
Advent of a Gypsy
Leaning back in his chair, Fernando gets more frustrated by the minute. He has been able to recombine some fragmented pieces of the information regarding the long lost Chrysalis Foundation; but nothing of any real significance. Picking up his coffee pot for a refill, noticing that it was empty only added to his frustration.
- Spoiler:
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I am so close to being ready to revive my three main fics that I can taste the words being posted. However, my imagination will always be my greatest distraction and this is one such result. A teaser for an upcoming fic.
Laci 1
Laci 2
Laci 3 (NSFW)
After being dismissed from his latest debriefing, Alpha left promptly. Seeing Laci again had awakened long dormant emotions in his head and his heart; a little bit of anticipation, some agitation, but mostly anger. With Liesel not talking to him after he let Laci take the target kill, Alpha wasn’t sure which one hurt worse.
After driving around Rome for a time, he eventually came across the Ponte Sant'Angelo, he got off of his Yamaha and walked out to the bridge to look over the peaceful Tiber River. Leaning over the stone edge, Alpha attempted to lose himself in the calm purpose of it as he forced his mind not to dwell on a more chaotic time in his life.
After a half hour of this, Alpha nearly didn’t hear the footsteps belonging to the one who would shatter his serenity.
“…What do you want?” Alpha asked with venom on his tongue. “…Laci.”
“Well shit,” the schoolgirl uniform clad blonde stated. “I guess some things really don’t change. I never could sneak up on you, no matter how hard I tried.”
Nearly throwing her back against the edge, Laci leaned back for a minute as she displayed her nymphetamine body through the tight revealing clothing of her uniform. Looking in the opposite direction, it was all Alpha could do to keep his eyes from tracing the slender physique that he knew better than any man.
“So--,” Laci began, “I see you’re still in the business. I could’ve sworn I heard something about you going into retirement.”
“I am,” Alpha replied, “…sort of.”
“…Sort of?”
“This is my retirement job. Either this job kills me or they let me go. No, matter which way the ball bounces, I’m retired.”
“I see what you mean. The Vatican is my last stop too.”
“How did you manage to land that gig?”
“…I owe someone.”
“Humph,” Alpha grunted. “And what the hell happened to your sugar daddy? What was his name?”
“…You’re talking about Shabu.”
“Yeah, that guy. Fucking Atlanta drug-pushing steroid junkie, wasn’t he? The ‘roids get to his crotch?”
“Fuck you, I’m not like that!”
“Could’ve fooled me; if memory serves, I’m 3 years you’re junior.”
“So, what the hell does that have to do with…?”
“…It means I was 15 and you were 18 when you decided to repay me for patching you up, fuckwit. Last I checked, that counts as statutory in Texas.”
“Like you didn’t enjoy yourself,” Laci smiled. “I remember being on top for all of ten minutes before you rolled me over and had your way with me.”
Looking away again, Alpha again felt a surge of emotion, along with the bitter aftertaste it held. After a while, Laci took a step toward Alpha.
“Listen,” Laci began. “The funny hats are giving me a residence just outside of the Vatican; but it’s small, cramped, and my place is next to one where a bunch of pervert pilgrims are staying.
“Not my problem,” Alpha answered as he stepped away from the ledge.
“Al,” Laci pleaded. “I checked on you the first time I saw you. You’re living in a big-assed compound just outside of Rome in the warehouse district. It is more than big enough for two.”
“The answer is no, Laci.”
“Come on; Al,” Laci whispered as she stepped to Alpha. “You remember the way it was when we lived together, don’t you? Wasn’t it fun?”
“That was another time and another place.”
“True, but I know which places I want to revisit. You really gre between then and now didn’t you.”
With that, Laci’s hand began to linger on Alpha’s shoulders before they traveled down to his chest.
“I wonder,” Laci said softly as she ran her fingertips up and down Alpha’s abdomen. “Did you grow even bigger down here too?”
Grabbing her hand just before Laci wrapped her fingers around his belt buckle, Alpha threw it back at her.
Breathing heavily; Alpha stated, “We’re not like that anymore, Laci. This is the way you wanted it; remember? You are a part of my past; someone else is a part of my future.”
“Is it that dark-haired bitch I saw you with in Palermo?”
Resisting the urge to reach for the Stetchkin tucked behind him, Alpha simply looks away.
“Take care of yourself; Laci,” Alpha said as he walked back to his bike. “And stay the living fuck out of my way.”
After a few minutes, Alpha starts his bike and rides off. Laci stands in the Ponte Sant'Angelo for a while longer. Tears visibly forming in her eyes; partly cursing Alpha for his outburst toward her and partly for the mistake she made long ago.
Laci 1
Laci 2
Laci 3 (NSFW)
After being dismissed from his latest debriefing, Alpha left promptly. Seeing Laci again had awakened long dormant emotions in his head and his heart; a little bit of anticipation, some agitation, but mostly anger. With Liesel not talking to him after he let Laci take the target kill, Alpha wasn’t sure which one hurt worse.
After driving around Rome for a time, he eventually came across the Ponte Sant'Angelo, he got off of his Yamaha and walked out to the bridge to look over the peaceful Tiber River. Leaning over the stone edge, Alpha attempted to lose himself in the calm purpose of it as he forced his mind not to dwell on a more chaotic time in his life.
After a half hour of this, Alpha nearly didn’t hear the footsteps belonging to the one who would shatter his serenity.
“…What do you want?” Alpha asked with venom on his tongue. “…Laci.”
“Well shit,” the schoolgirl uniform clad blonde stated. “I guess some things really don’t change. I never could sneak up on you, no matter how hard I tried.”
Nearly throwing her back against the edge, Laci leaned back for a minute as she displayed her nymphetamine body through the tight revealing clothing of her uniform. Looking in the opposite direction, it was all Alpha could do to keep his eyes from tracing the slender physique that he knew better than any man.
“So--,” Laci began, “I see you’re still in the business. I could’ve sworn I heard something about you going into retirement.”
“I am,” Alpha replied, “…sort of.”
“…Sort of?”
“This is my retirement job. Either this job kills me or they let me go. No, matter which way the ball bounces, I’m retired.”
“I see what you mean. The Vatican is my last stop too.”
“How did you manage to land that gig?”
“…I owe someone.”
“Humph,” Alpha grunted. “And what the hell happened to your sugar daddy? What was his name?”
“…You’re talking about Shabu.”
“Yeah, that guy. Fucking Atlanta drug-pushing steroid junkie, wasn’t he? The ‘roids get to his crotch?”
“Fuck you, I’m not like that!”
“Could’ve fooled me; if memory serves, I’m 3 years you’re junior.”
“So, what the hell does that have to do with…?”
“…It means I was 15 and you were 18 when you decided to repay me for patching you up, fuckwit. Last I checked, that counts as statutory in Texas.”
“Like you didn’t enjoy yourself,” Laci smiled. “I remember being on top for all of ten minutes before you rolled me over and had your way with me.”
Looking away again, Alpha again felt a surge of emotion, along with the bitter aftertaste it held. After a while, Laci took a step toward Alpha.
“Listen,” Laci began. “The funny hats are giving me a residence just outside of the Vatican; but it’s small, cramped, and my place is next to one where a bunch of pervert pilgrims are staying.
“Not my problem,” Alpha answered as he stepped away from the ledge.
“Al,” Laci pleaded. “I checked on you the first time I saw you. You’re living in a big-assed compound just outside of Rome in the warehouse district. It is more than big enough for two.”
“The answer is no, Laci.”
“Come on; Al,” Laci whispered as she stepped to Alpha. “You remember the way it was when we lived together, don’t you? Wasn’t it fun?”
“That was another time and another place.”
“True, but I know which places I want to revisit. You really gre between then and now didn’t you.”
With that, Laci’s hand began to linger on Alpha’s shoulders before they traveled down to his chest.
“I wonder,” Laci said softly as she ran her fingertips up and down Alpha’s abdomen. “Did you grow even bigger down here too?”
Grabbing her hand just before Laci wrapped her fingers around his belt buckle, Alpha threw it back at her.
Breathing heavily; Alpha stated, “We’re not like that anymore, Laci. This is the way you wanted it; remember? You are a part of my past; someone else is a part of my future.”
“Is it that dark-haired bitch I saw you with in Palermo?”
Resisting the urge to reach for the Stetchkin tucked behind him, Alpha simply looks away.
“Take care of yourself; Laci,” Alpha said as he walked back to his bike. “And stay the living fuck out of my way.”
After a few minutes, Alpha starts his bike and rides off. Laci stands in the Ponte Sant'Angelo for a while longer. Tears visibly forming in her eyes; partly cursing Alpha for his outburst toward her and partly for the mistake she made long ago.
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It's super late (or early by whatever measure you subscribe to ).
But in these rare moments of clarity, inspiration(my greatest gift and my biggest weakness lending itself to so much of my recent procrastination) struck while driving home and listening to this song ; suddenly I've decided to flesh out my other OC, Crystal.
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(Other author OC's being used without permission)
Although not known for being very warm around the SWA circles, things change one fateful day and for a certain person.
Another day; another debriefing, as were the typical days spent at the Agency after Anton and Crystal are officially re-christened with Altheus and Liesel as the first of potentially many Field Agent teams.
Using Altheus as an inspiration, Anton has achieved more of a teacher/student relationship(or something resembling one) with Crystal when on assignment; however when not on duty, the father/daughter relationship they have shines through abandoning notions of romantics that seem to dominate the emotions of the other girls.
Though like most girls of her age in Italy and especially within the Agency grounds, Crystal is not without her share of admirers and potential suitors. However, the various city-guys and pretty boys that seem to dominate the Roman cityscape interest her not.
As she walks down the hallway leading away from the gym where she broke in a fresh 150 lb. heavy bag to pass the time while Anton dealt with the "stuffy suits"; Crystal is widely clapping her hands to the beats coming from her earbuds courtesy of her "donated" Sony Walkman NW-Z.
With the music effectively denying any other forms of sound to enter her ears, Crystal doesn't notice the new young office assistant rushing at her until it is too late. With both of them on the floor, various papers scattered around, Crystal is ready to lash out at the hurried wanker until he asks with a hurry "Did I hurt you?".
Perhaps it was the way he was quick to ask or maybe the sense of genuine concern in his soft voice, but Crystal slowly...quietly...looked in the direction of he who asked.
"Are you alright?" he asked again. "I can help you to the infirmary if you need."
"Um...n-no," Crystal managed. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
Trying to smile without making herself look like a complete idiot, Crystal cracked the smallest smile possible as her cheeks grew slightly hot.
"Oh, the files!" the assistant suddenly said as he swiftly began to pick up the papers. Before she realized it, Crystal found herself helping him to retrieve his scattered papers. Within a minute, all of the files had been accounted for and Crystal found herself looking directly at him once again. Only this time with her hands behind her back in hopes that he didn't notice that Crystal was fidgeting with her fingers. He was lanky, yet kind of tall. Not nearly as tall as Anton, but certainly taller than Crystal.
"It's only my first week here, and the boss already told me I'd get fired if I didn't get these logistics forms filed away by the time the archives dept. closes."
"Your boss a real skag, eh?"
His neatly trimmed, yet bushy hairstyle with no sign of a part she found to be adorable, much to her surprise.
"Priscilla? Um, I guess."
"Oh, her. You needn't fret, she's always at sorts with the rooks. 'Specially the...em.."
"W-well, thank you for your help..um...."
"Oh," Crystal suddenly said, "Crystal."
Although hidden behind a small pair of glasses, Crystal noticed his deep brown eyes that seemed to draw her in.
"Well, thank you Crystal," the office assistant said. "It was...very nice talking to you."
"Likewise chap."
Closing her eyes, Crystal couldn't believe she just called him 'chap'.
"Oh where's my manners. I'm Louie," the chap said as he tried to balance the files and hold out his hand.
"Th...that's quite alright," Crystal said as she backed away half a step. "You seem to be busy for the moment."
"Oh, yeah. Well a good day to you," Louie finished with a nod.
For a few minutes, Crystal stood there as her cheeks burned ever so slightly. Then a query came to her, and she just had to prove it for herself. For the next hour, Crystal would follow Louie as he went through his day.
Crystal, for reasons not yet known to her, just had to see if Louie was just putting up a front for her. However, as she continued to watch Louie work and interact with others, Crystal could find no front. It was as if Louie was genuinely and sincerely...nice.
Using the sneaking skills she had learned from Anton as well as Altheus and Liesel; Crystal spied on Louie without being detected by him. At least until, her mobile rang with a loudly dubbed edition of "Rubie Soho".
Ducking quickly behind a corner, Crystal then entered a bathroom and answered the call.
"Y...yeah?" Crystal answered.
"Hey," Anton said. "Where are you; I thought you were going to be in the gym?"
"Oi...I was there just a tick ago, I...err..." Crystal stammered for a second as she looked around. "...Had to pinch one off."
"Oh..." Anton answered. "Very well, but put the rush on it after. If I have to hear another one of Mr. Ricci's accounts of how good he has it with his ward; I'm afraid I might strangle him."
"Too right, that blagart's always on about someat."
"Okay, see you shortly liebchen."
"Right, just a tock then. Bye."
Closing her mobile, Crystal took a breath bringing her eyes to rest on her image in the polished steel mirror. Her strawberry blond hair was tied back in a small pom and the long-dried sweat glistened in stickiness on her skin. Coupled with the faded green tinge of her cargo pants along with the dingy t-shirt that had been relieved of it's collar, sleeves, and bottom half that proudly displayed her midriff; the only features of her that seemed feminine was her round babydoll face and her matching round blueish-gray eyes; at least to Crystal.
A moment later, Mauricio, a Section 1 agent pushed open the door only to stop just short of entering.
"I'll just...find another one," Mauricio said as he turned away.
"Wait," Crystal hurried, "do you think I'm..."
Before she could finish this new man was already gone.
"...Pretty," Crystal finished in futility.
Glancing once more into the mirror, Crystal then grabbed the front of her pants in her fists as she bit her lower lip.
'I think I'm going to need some help.'
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Thoughts?
But in these rare moments of clarity, inspiration(my greatest gift and my biggest weakness lending itself to so much of my recent procrastination) struck while driving home and listening to this song ; suddenly I've decided to flesh out my other OC, Crystal.
___________________________________________________________
(Other author OC's being used without permission)
Although not known for being very warm around the SWA circles, things change one fateful day and for a certain person.
Another day; another debriefing, as were the typical days spent at the Agency after Anton and Crystal are officially re-christened with Altheus and Liesel as the first of potentially many Field Agent teams.
Using Altheus as an inspiration, Anton has achieved more of a teacher/student relationship(or something resembling one) with Crystal when on assignment; however when not on duty, the father/daughter relationship they have shines through abandoning notions of romantics that seem to dominate the emotions of the other girls.
Though like most girls of her age in Italy and especially within the Agency grounds, Crystal is not without her share of admirers and potential suitors. However, the various city-guys and pretty boys that seem to dominate the Roman cityscape interest her not.
As she walks down the hallway leading away from the gym where she broke in a fresh 150 lb. heavy bag to pass the time while Anton dealt with the "stuffy suits"; Crystal is widely clapping her hands to the beats coming from her earbuds courtesy of her "donated" Sony Walkman NW-Z.
With the music effectively denying any other forms of sound to enter her ears, Crystal doesn't notice the new young office assistant rushing at her until it is too late. With both of them on the floor, various papers scattered around, Crystal is ready to lash out at the hurried wanker until he asks with a hurry "Did I hurt you?".
Perhaps it was the way he was quick to ask or maybe the sense of genuine concern in his soft voice, but Crystal slowly...quietly...looked in the direction of he who asked.
"Are you alright?" he asked again. "I can help you to the infirmary if you need."
"Um...n-no," Crystal managed. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
Trying to smile without making herself look like a complete idiot, Crystal cracked the smallest smile possible as her cheeks grew slightly hot.
"Oh, the files!" the assistant suddenly said as he swiftly began to pick up the papers. Before she realized it, Crystal found herself helping him to retrieve his scattered papers. Within a minute, all of the files had been accounted for and Crystal found herself looking directly at him once again. Only this time with her hands behind her back in hopes that he didn't notice that Crystal was fidgeting with her fingers. He was lanky, yet kind of tall. Not nearly as tall as Anton, but certainly taller than Crystal.
"It's only my first week here, and the boss already told me I'd get fired if I didn't get these logistics forms filed away by the time the archives dept. closes."
"Your boss a real skag, eh?"
His neatly trimmed, yet bushy hairstyle with no sign of a part she found to be adorable, much to her surprise.
"Priscilla? Um, I guess."
"Oh, her. You needn't fret, she's always at sorts with the rooks. 'Specially the...em.."
"W-well, thank you for your help..um...."
"Oh," Crystal suddenly said, "Crystal."
Although hidden behind a small pair of glasses, Crystal noticed his deep brown eyes that seemed to draw her in.
"Well, thank you Crystal," the office assistant said. "It was...very nice talking to you."
"Likewise chap."
Closing her eyes, Crystal couldn't believe she just called him 'chap'.
"Oh where's my manners. I'm Louie," the chap said as he tried to balance the files and hold out his hand.
"Th...that's quite alright," Crystal said as she backed away half a step. "You seem to be busy for the moment."
"Oh, yeah. Well a good day to you," Louie finished with a nod.
For a few minutes, Crystal stood there as her cheeks burned ever so slightly. Then a query came to her, and she just had to prove it for herself. For the next hour, Crystal would follow Louie as he went through his day.
Crystal, for reasons not yet known to her, just had to see if Louie was just putting up a front for her. However, as she continued to watch Louie work and interact with others, Crystal could find no front. It was as if Louie was genuinely and sincerely...nice.
Using the sneaking skills she had learned from Anton as well as Altheus and Liesel; Crystal spied on Louie without being detected by him. At least until, her mobile rang with a loudly dubbed edition of "Rubie Soho".
Ducking quickly behind a corner, Crystal then entered a bathroom and answered the call.
"Y...yeah?" Crystal answered.
"Hey," Anton said. "Where are you; I thought you were going to be in the gym?"
"Oi...I was there just a tick ago, I...err..." Crystal stammered for a second as she looked around. "...Had to pinch one off."
"Oh..." Anton answered. "Very well, but put the rush on it after. If I have to hear another one of Mr. Ricci's accounts of how good he has it with his ward; I'm afraid I might strangle him."
"Too right, that blagart's always on about someat."
"Okay, see you shortly liebchen."
"Right, just a tock then. Bye."
Closing her mobile, Crystal took a breath bringing her eyes to rest on her image in the polished steel mirror. Her strawberry blond hair was tied back in a small pom and the long-dried sweat glistened in stickiness on her skin. Coupled with the faded green tinge of her cargo pants along with the dingy t-shirt that had been relieved of it's collar, sleeves, and bottom half that proudly displayed her midriff; the only features of her that seemed feminine was her round babydoll face and her matching round blueish-gray eyes; at least to Crystal.
A moment later, Mauricio, a Section 1 agent pushed open the door only to stop just short of entering.
"I'll just...find another one," Mauricio said as he turned away.
"Wait," Crystal hurried, "do you think I'm..."
Before she could finish this new man was already gone.
"...Pretty," Crystal finished in futility.
Glancing once more into the mirror, Crystal then grabbed the front of her pants in her fists as she bit her lower lip.
'I think I'm going to need some help.'
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Thoughts?
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Enjoyable. There's a little tense confusion (some of it written in present, some of it in past tense) but that does not distract too much.
Cyborg stalker...scary thought.
This passage leads to a question about time-frame: In the beginning this line suggests that this takes place near Section 2's beginning...
Well done, Boomer!
Sounds a lot like the Claes-Raballo archetype...professional at work but more intimate away from the job.Anton has achieved more of a teacher/student relationship(or something resembling one) with Crystal when on assignment; however when not on duty, the father/daughter relationship they have shines through abandoning notions of romantics that seem to dominate the emotions of the other girls.
With immense power behind their small fists I imagine the SWA cyborgs tear through a lot of heavy bags. I came up with a rather far-out solution to that in my 15th episode...use the same material that makes the girls' skin so strong to reinforce the bag.she walks down the hallway leading away from the gym where she broke in a fresh 150 lb. heavy bag to pass the time
Cute image. Hmmm...donated? As in donated by a Padanian whose skull she caved in?Crystal is widely clapping her hands to the beats coming from her earbuds courtesy of her "donated" Sony Walkman
Ah, the old crash & meet. A classic.Crystal doesn't notice the new young office assistant rushing at her until it is too late. With both of them on the floor, various papers scattered around,
He has no idea what he is dealing with. Both parties are charmingly awkward in this scene.Crystal is ready to lash out at the hurried wanker until he asks with a hurry "Did I hurt you?".
This sentence seems a little awkward...as he went about his duties might work a touch better.For the next hour, Crystal would follow Louie as he went through his day.
Cyborg stalker...scary thought.
Pinch one off? How demurely charming your girl is. I can only imagine Henrietta trying to say that."Oi...I was there just a tick ago, I...err..." Crystal stammered for a second as she looked around. "...Had to pinch one off."
So the boasting's not all on Petra's end, eh?If I have to hear another one of Mr. Ricci's accounts of how good he has it with his ward; I'm afraid I might strangle him."
This passage leads to a question about time-frame: In the beginning this line suggests that this takes place near Section 2's beginning...
...but now Alessandro is around?Anton and Crystal are officially re-christened with Altheus and Liesel as the first of potentially many Field Agent teams.
Co-ed bathrooms? Either way it's a cute closer to the chapter. I'm left wondering where Crystal will look for "help.""I'll just...find another one," Mauricio said as he turned away.
"Wait," Crystal hurried, "do you think I'm..."
Before she could finish this new man was already gone.
"...Pretty," Crystal finished in futility.
Well done, Boomer!
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I agree with Voodoo. it needs a wee bit of work. I got lost as to who she was following and why.
Otherwise, it seems fine to me.
Otherwise, it seems fine to me.
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Nicely done Boomer. I'll admit I found it a little difficult to follow at first, but once I got into the groove with it I didn't have too much trouble. As the other two have said, it could use a bit of polish, but I'm liking what I'm seeing so far.
Cute though. I'm going to guess by some of her speech that Crystal's a Pom?
Cute though. I'm going to guess by some of her speech that Crystal's a Pom?
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Thanks for all the feedback.
And apologies for the lack of polish on it. In a bout of a frantic ten minutes, what was meant to be a summary evolved into a chapter outline.
For example I didn't notice till now that I neglected to mention that Crystal ended up ducking into the guys restroom. Although Crystal wouldn't have cared either way as she tends to have a bit of a shameless streak.
I assure you, the final product will be much better put together.
EDIT:
Yes she is; Morden, South London; born and raised. Although she retains much of her old personality and colloquial knowledge as per Anton's request (although should he know then what he knows now, he might've changed his mind ); so calling her a Pom or referring to another Brit a Pom while said offender not by British might set her off.
Although that would make for a good scenario with Monty being on the receiving end of such a barrage, and then from behind the offenders stand Crystal along with two resident "East Enders".
Crystal: Oi pricks!!! London's calling and you're about to answer!
And apologies for the lack of polish on it. In a bout of a frantic ten minutes, what was meant to be a summary evolved into a chapter outline.
For example I didn't notice till now that I neglected to mention that Crystal ended up ducking into the guys restroom. Although Crystal wouldn't have cared either way as she tends to have a bit of a shameless streak.
I assure you, the final product will be much better put together.
EDIT:
Alfisti wrote:I'm going to guess by some of her speech that Crystal's a Pom?
Yes she is; Morden, South London; born and raised. Although she retains much of her old personality and colloquial knowledge as per Anton's request (although should he know then what he knows now, he might've changed his mind ); so calling her a Pom or referring to another Brit a Pom while said offender not by British might set her off.
Although that would make for a good scenario with Monty being on the receiving end of such a barrage, and then from behind the offenders stand Crystal along with two resident "East Enders".
Crystal: Oi pricks!!! London's calling and you're about to answer!
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Ah HA! I thought the start sounded like notes!boomer_gonz wrote:In a bout of a frantic ten minutes, what was meant to be a summary evolved into a chapter outline.
Why do you think Australians like to use the term? Despite being a staunch Monarchist, even I suffer the colonial need to poke fun at the mother country and its inhabitants from time to time.boomer_gonz wrote:so calling her a Pom or referring to another Brit a Pom while said offender not by British might set her off.
Monty receiving or Monty giving out such a barrage?boomer_gonz wrote:Although that would make for a good scenario with Monty being on the receiving end of such a barrage
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Just about ready for my next move, or rather to finish my current moves so that I can get on with it already. Thought though I'd give a preview of what I've been working on to clear my head. As always, other author OC's are being used w/o permission. Enjoy!!
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After passing through the main security gate, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approached the scenic entrance of the Section 2 compound. Two security guards approach the Phantom, almost eager to accept their visitors. Coming to a stop, the front driver and passenger doors open as two suited men with the emblem of the Swiss Guard on their lapels step out to quickly open the rear doors.
First to step out was Bishop Aurelio, the influential papal official who was said to have turned down the Cardinal position not once, but twice. Next to step out was the Lunatic Princess herself, Laci Carmichael donned in her signature outfit.
“Forgive me; Bishop,” the first guard says as he approaches Bishop Aurelio with a handheld metal detector.
“Of course,” the Bishop says as he raises his arms. “Be not ashamed my child, for the Lord rewards diligence.”
As Bishop Aurelio is being checked by the first guard, the second guard has yet to approach Laci.
“I…I’m going to need your bag; Miss,” the second guard manages.
In response, Laci glares at the guard prompting him to take a step back.
“Laci,” Bishop Aurelio called. “We are guests here, so please show them at least a small measure of respect.”
“Yes; Bishop,” Laci answers before taking off her cute-creature backpack and handing it the guard.
“Could you raise your arms?” the guard asks suddenly prompting an even harder glare from Laci. “Um…please, it’s necessary that I search you.”
“If you find something you like, let me know?” Laci smirked as she raised her arms overhead.
“Laci,” Bishop Aurelio, “please have restraint while on official business.”
“Yes; Bishop,” Laci answers as she steps closer to the guard. “Well, go ahead.”
After the second guard quickly pats Laci down, she and the Bishop continue into the main entrance where they are met by Jean and Jose.
“Please,” Jean said as he politely bowed to the Bishop along with his brother, “this way Bishop Aurelio.”
“I hope this little get-together will be very prompt,” the Bishop asked. “I have very important matters to attend to.”
“Of course;” Jose added. “The Director is waiting for you along with the Madam Vice-Chairwoman Marie-Petrice.”
“I see.”
As they were escorted through the SWA compound; Laci attracted more attention than was desired by the Bishop. As Laci passed both men and women alike seemed to stop in their tracks; even the cyborgs stopped to stare.
Soon Bishop Aurelio and Laci sat in front of Director Lorenzo and Madam Marie-Petrice in the conference room with many of the SWA Handler ranks and other various Agents standing behind a one-way glass shield. Upon seeing Laci casually stroll behind Bishop Aurelio, Fernando’s eyebrows rose as he whispered, ‘No fucking way’. Alpha on the other hand leaned against the back wall, and uncharacteristically stood in silence.
“Your Excellency,” Director Lorenzo said with a slight bow before continuing. “I have asked you here today in light of some…concerning news.”
“Say no more,” the Bishop answered. “If you have called for me specifically, then it must be about the reformation of the Holy Order of Saint Adrian of Nicodemia or as they are referred to in these times; the Fraternity of Vatican Knights of the Black Cross.”
“Yes,” Madam Marie-Petrice said in her quiet yet firm tone. “Surely Your Excellency; with the whole of European Agencies at your beck and call; such a….fraternity…would be unnecessary.”
“On the contrary,” Bishop Aurelio answered. “As with your own Social Welfare Agency, Madam Vice-Chair; I’m sure you understand the importance in taking measures to assure that the faith as well as the faithful stay well protected. His Holiness agrees that re-commissioning the Black Knights was of the utmost importance in this day and age. With threats to the Vatican, as well as the Catholic faithful of the world, rising in ever greater number; we simply cannot wait for the enforcement Agencies of not just Europe, but the world, to simply get around to it. Miss Carmichael here is merely the first of potentially many recruits and it is by her example we wish to gauge potential candidates.”
“I…I understand your frustration,” Director Lorenzo said as his face grew ever more red. “But one of our chief concerns with such an organization is the possibility of it turning into a future threat like the FARC of South America, the IRA of the UK, the Mujahedeen of Afghanistan, or even the Vietcong.”
“Oh; that’s just lowblowing,” Fernando stated through gritted teeth.
“In fact;” Lorenzo said with a widening grin, “if I’m not mistaken; the Vatican itself has had some trouble with one such group that was founded in the Middle Ages.”
“Ah,” Bishop Aurelio stated smiling in turn. “I believe you refer to the Soldat Legion. They have all been tracked down and given offers to join the Order.”
“And for those that refused?” Madam Marie-Petrice asked.
“Laci?” Aurelio asked as he looked to his side.
“They were…fun,” Laci said as her face began to flush. “Every…single…one.”
With the last statement, a few of the non-Italian agents gasped at the revelation. A gaze of menace grew in Laci’s hazel eyes; the Vice-Chair felt a stone chill running down her spine. This was not just a woman without conscious in the face of outright murder; but a woman who equated sex with violence so much that, dare she fear, that Laci lusted for it.
“Of course,” Director Lorenzo stated once more, “we’ll expect you’re new…Order…to cooperate with proper jurisprudence.”
“Again,” Bishop Aurelio smiled, “we cannot wait for the Agencies of the world to get around to it. We understand that our place within the world is vastly understated and as such our requests are typically met with a widely discerning and, dare I say, mocking air.”
“I see,” Director Lorenzo affirmed.
“However, we are prepared to offer a compromise and I shall address this when meeting with the UN Security Councils next month.”
“And that is?”
“We shall offer collaboration and corroboration only when it involves members, agents, consultants, and informants of the appropriate recognized enforcement Agency.”
“So you plan to simply traipse through the lawns of the world’s nations?”
“Not so much traipse as to quietly pass through unnoticed.”
“So this purpose for your giving us an audience was to inform us to not interfere?”
“In so many words, yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have been here for far too long.”
With that Bishop Aurelio and Laci stood up to leave. For the first time in his career Giacomo Lorenzo felt helpless. If that woman had already toppled the Soldats, then to challenge her would be akin to suicide. On top of that dilemma, to challenge the Vatican was to challenge the world. The whole of Italy, of Europe, and even the world wouldn’t stand for it. Then, just as the Bishop and Laci reached the door, Madam Marie-Petrice spoke.
“What about a contest?”
“A contest Madam Vice-Chair?”
“Yes, a challenge if you will.”
“…Go on.”
“Your girl against our best, a battle to the end, winner takes all.”
“I see, and of course there is a wager involved, yes?”
“If our combatant wins, then your Order is no more.”
“And if Miss Carmichael should be the victor?”
“Then…then the Social Welfare Agency will pass into the custody of the Vatican.”
“Those are some considerable stakes Madam Vice-Chair. Of course I suppose that you have the means to authorize this…contest?”
“I do.”
“Laci?” Bishop Aurelio asked in which Laci only answered with a nod and a smile. “Very well, that does it. To be gracious, I’ll allow you and yours to set terms along with a place and a time I hope though that the time won’t be too far off.”
“It won’t Your Excellency.”
“Good, till then.”
With a bow from Monica Marie-Petrice; the Bishop and his consort left the room. The minutes passed by as Director Lorenzo was at a loss for words. After a time, he finally found his voice.
“Are you mad?!” Director Lorenzo asked.
“Perhaps,” Monica answered. “But I couldn’t stand by and do nothing as these canonized thugs run rampant over everything we’ve built.”
In the conference room, a war of words was already being waged.
“It’s just one assassin and a woman at that,” Allesandro said off-handed. “How tough can she be?”
“Maybe you assholes in the sticks don’t understand. That was Laci Carmichael, enforcer for the Carmichael Family from the age of thirteen on and suspected to be responsible for more than two dozen murders, and that was before her 18th birthday. Speaking of which after her 18th birthday she annihilated her home crime syndicate and one other over the course of a weekend under reasons that even my Agency isn’t clear on. For all we know she was fucking bored.”
“The Soldats were no joke,” Altheus said. “If she took them out, then we’re not dealing with your average gun for hire. She has to have talent and skill along the knowledge and ability to use both with precision. I’ve heard of her through the grapevine, if there were such a thing as a violence IQ, then she would be in the world’s one percent.”
“So,” Allessandro muttered. “Then that means Triela gets to make another notch on her gun?”
“Triela’s still in recovery,” Hillshire answered, “to take on someone like…like that; she’ll need to be at no less than 100%. The fight with Pinocchio nearly killed her for Christ’s sake and he wasn’t anywhere near as skilled as this woman apparently is.”
“Well yours haven’t been carrying enough weight around here,” Allessandro said as he faced Fernando. “Why not give one of yours a go at this bitch?”
“I’ve already mentioned this before, my daughter are to stay the fuck out of your business and if you mention it just one more time; I’ll be happy to punch your head through your ass.”
“Liesel’s just got through with age augmentation,” Altheus answered. “She’s officially benched until she gets used to her new body. How about Petra, Sandro?”
“Sorry to say, but this just isn’t our forte.”
“For once I agree with Mr. Ricci;” Michele said. “Kara’s skill set isn’t exactly along these lines.”
“You just don’t want to see your precious doll hurt,” Allessandro said with a smirk.
“Say that again you runt and I’ll be happy to remove that smile from your face,” Michele said as he stepped forward.
Soon the war of words turned into mayhem as every man in the room yelled and screamed at each other save for the few who stood in silence. Suddenly, Alpha softly spoke.
“I’ll do it,” Alpha said.
The room continued to fill with the taunts and roars of men until Fernando yelled for all of them to shut up.
“Al, what was that?”Fernando asked.
“They didn’t say whether it had to be a cyborg or another Agent; …I’ll do it.”
“You know who you’re going up against?”
“…I do.” Alpha answered before thinking to himself, ‘More than you know.’
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After passing through the main security gate, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approached the scenic entrance of the Section 2 compound. Two security guards approach the Phantom, almost eager to accept their visitors. Coming to a stop, the front driver and passenger doors open as two suited men with the emblem of the Swiss Guard on their lapels step out to quickly open the rear doors.
First to step out was Bishop Aurelio, the influential papal official who was said to have turned down the Cardinal position not once, but twice. Next to step out was the Lunatic Princess herself, Laci Carmichael donned in her signature outfit.
“Forgive me; Bishop,” the first guard says as he approaches Bishop Aurelio with a handheld metal detector.
“Of course,” the Bishop says as he raises his arms. “Be not ashamed my child, for the Lord rewards diligence.”
As Bishop Aurelio is being checked by the first guard, the second guard has yet to approach Laci.
“I…I’m going to need your bag; Miss,” the second guard manages.
In response, Laci glares at the guard prompting him to take a step back.
“Laci,” Bishop Aurelio called. “We are guests here, so please show them at least a small measure of respect.”
“Yes; Bishop,” Laci answers before taking off her cute-creature backpack and handing it the guard.
“Could you raise your arms?” the guard asks suddenly prompting an even harder glare from Laci. “Um…please, it’s necessary that I search you.”
“If you find something you like, let me know?” Laci smirked as she raised her arms overhead.
“Laci,” Bishop Aurelio, “please have restraint while on official business.”
“Yes; Bishop,” Laci answers as she steps closer to the guard. “Well, go ahead.”
After the second guard quickly pats Laci down, she and the Bishop continue into the main entrance where they are met by Jean and Jose.
“Please,” Jean said as he politely bowed to the Bishop along with his brother, “this way Bishop Aurelio.”
“I hope this little get-together will be very prompt,” the Bishop asked. “I have very important matters to attend to.”
“Of course;” Jose added. “The Director is waiting for you along with the Madam Vice-Chairwoman Marie-Petrice.”
“I see.”
As they were escorted through the SWA compound; Laci attracted more attention than was desired by the Bishop. As Laci passed both men and women alike seemed to stop in their tracks; even the cyborgs stopped to stare.
Soon Bishop Aurelio and Laci sat in front of Director Lorenzo and Madam Marie-Petrice in the conference room with many of the SWA Handler ranks and other various Agents standing behind a one-way glass shield. Upon seeing Laci casually stroll behind Bishop Aurelio, Fernando’s eyebrows rose as he whispered, ‘No fucking way’. Alpha on the other hand leaned against the back wall, and uncharacteristically stood in silence.
“Your Excellency,” Director Lorenzo said with a slight bow before continuing. “I have asked you here today in light of some…concerning news.”
“Say no more,” the Bishop answered. “If you have called for me specifically, then it must be about the reformation of the Holy Order of Saint Adrian of Nicodemia or as they are referred to in these times; the Fraternity of Vatican Knights of the Black Cross.”
“Yes,” Madam Marie-Petrice said in her quiet yet firm tone. “Surely Your Excellency; with the whole of European Agencies at your beck and call; such a….fraternity…would be unnecessary.”
“On the contrary,” Bishop Aurelio answered. “As with your own Social Welfare Agency, Madam Vice-Chair; I’m sure you understand the importance in taking measures to assure that the faith as well as the faithful stay well protected. His Holiness agrees that re-commissioning the Black Knights was of the utmost importance in this day and age. With threats to the Vatican, as well as the Catholic faithful of the world, rising in ever greater number; we simply cannot wait for the enforcement Agencies of not just Europe, but the world, to simply get around to it. Miss Carmichael here is merely the first of potentially many recruits and it is by her example we wish to gauge potential candidates.”
“I…I understand your frustration,” Director Lorenzo said as his face grew ever more red. “But one of our chief concerns with such an organization is the possibility of it turning into a future threat like the FARC of South America, the IRA of the UK, the Mujahedeen of Afghanistan, or even the Vietcong.”
“Oh; that’s just lowblowing,” Fernando stated through gritted teeth.
“In fact;” Lorenzo said with a widening grin, “if I’m not mistaken; the Vatican itself has had some trouble with one such group that was founded in the Middle Ages.”
“Ah,” Bishop Aurelio stated smiling in turn. “I believe you refer to the Soldat Legion. They have all been tracked down and given offers to join the Order.”
“And for those that refused?” Madam Marie-Petrice asked.
“Laci?” Aurelio asked as he looked to his side.
“They were…fun,” Laci said as her face began to flush. “Every…single…one.”
With the last statement, a few of the non-Italian agents gasped at the revelation. A gaze of menace grew in Laci’s hazel eyes; the Vice-Chair felt a stone chill running down her spine. This was not just a woman without conscious in the face of outright murder; but a woman who equated sex with violence so much that, dare she fear, that Laci lusted for it.
“Of course,” Director Lorenzo stated once more, “we’ll expect you’re new…Order…to cooperate with proper jurisprudence.”
“Again,” Bishop Aurelio smiled, “we cannot wait for the Agencies of the world to get around to it. We understand that our place within the world is vastly understated and as such our requests are typically met with a widely discerning and, dare I say, mocking air.”
“I see,” Director Lorenzo affirmed.
“However, we are prepared to offer a compromise and I shall address this when meeting with the UN Security Councils next month.”
“And that is?”
“We shall offer collaboration and corroboration only when it involves members, agents, consultants, and informants of the appropriate recognized enforcement Agency.”
“So you plan to simply traipse through the lawns of the world’s nations?”
“Not so much traipse as to quietly pass through unnoticed.”
“So this purpose for your giving us an audience was to inform us to not interfere?”
“In so many words, yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have been here for far too long.”
With that Bishop Aurelio and Laci stood up to leave. For the first time in his career Giacomo Lorenzo felt helpless. If that woman had already toppled the Soldats, then to challenge her would be akin to suicide. On top of that dilemma, to challenge the Vatican was to challenge the world. The whole of Italy, of Europe, and even the world wouldn’t stand for it. Then, just as the Bishop and Laci reached the door, Madam Marie-Petrice spoke.
“What about a contest?”
“A contest Madam Vice-Chair?”
“Yes, a challenge if you will.”
“…Go on.”
“Your girl against our best, a battle to the end, winner takes all.”
“I see, and of course there is a wager involved, yes?”
“If our combatant wins, then your Order is no more.”
“And if Miss Carmichael should be the victor?”
“Then…then the Social Welfare Agency will pass into the custody of the Vatican.”
“Those are some considerable stakes Madam Vice-Chair. Of course I suppose that you have the means to authorize this…contest?”
“I do.”
“Laci?” Bishop Aurelio asked in which Laci only answered with a nod and a smile. “Very well, that does it. To be gracious, I’ll allow you and yours to set terms along with a place and a time I hope though that the time won’t be too far off.”
“It won’t Your Excellency.”
“Good, till then.”
With a bow from Monica Marie-Petrice; the Bishop and his consort left the room. The minutes passed by as Director Lorenzo was at a loss for words. After a time, he finally found his voice.
“Are you mad?!” Director Lorenzo asked.
“Perhaps,” Monica answered. “But I couldn’t stand by and do nothing as these canonized thugs run rampant over everything we’ve built.”
In the conference room, a war of words was already being waged.
“It’s just one assassin and a woman at that,” Allesandro said off-handed. “How tough can she be?”
“Maybe you assholes in the sticks don’t understand. That was Laci Carmichael, enforcer for the Carmichael Family from the age of thirteen on and suspected to be responsible for more than two dozen murders, and that was before her 18th birthday. Speaking of which after her 18th birthday she annihilated her home crime syndicate and one other over the course of a weekend under reasons that even my Agency isn’t clear on. For all we know she was fucking bored.”
“The Soldats were no joke,” Altheus said. “If she took them out, then we’re not dealing with your average gun for hire. She has to have talent and skill along the knowledge and ability to use both with precision. I’ve heard of her through the grapevine, if there were such a thing as a violence IQ, then she would be in the world’s one percent.”
“So,” Allessandro muttered. “Then that means Triela gets to make another notch on her gun?”
“Triela’s still in recovery,” Hillshire answered, “to take on someone like…like that; she’ll need to be at no less than 100%. The fight with Pinocchio nearly killed her for Christ’s sake and he wasn’t anywhere near as skilled as this woman apparently is.”
“Well yours haven’t been carrying enough weight around here,” Allessandro said as he faced Fernando. “Why not give one of yours a go at this bitch?”
“I’ve already mentioned this before, my daughter are to stay the fuck out of your business and if you mention it just one more time; I’ll be happy to punch your head through your ass.”
“Liesel’s just got through with age augmentation,” Altheus answered. “She’s officially benched until she gets used to her new body. How about Petra, Sandro?”
“Sorry to say, but this just isn’t our forte.”
“For once I agree with Mr. Ricci;” Michele said. “Kara’s skill set isn’t exactly along these lines.”
“You just don’t want to see your precious doll hurt,” Allessandro said with a smirk.
“Say that again you runt and I’ll be happy to remove that smile from your face,” Michele said as he stepped forward.
Soon the war of words turned into mayhem as every man in the room yelled and screamed at each other save for the few who stood in silence. Suddenly, Alpha softly spoke.
“I’ll do it,” Alpha said.
The room continued to fill with the taunts and roars of men until Fernando yelled for all of them to shut up.
“Al, what was that?”Fernando asked.
“They didn’t say whether it had to be a cyborg or another Agent; …I’ll do it.”
“You know who you’re going up against?”
“…I do.” Alpha answered before thinking to himself, ‘More than you know.’
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In one of Rome's Industrial Districts, a storage locker sits occupied not by wares, but by three souls and one of those souls just happens to be secured to a heavy chair. The other two made up one of the Social Welfare Agency's newest christened fratello teams.
“Now, I am going to ask you one more time,” the handler said as he grabbed the condemned Padania foot-soldier by the scruff of his shirt. “Where you taking that weapons cache?”
Staring back into the eyes of the Handler, the Padanian simply uttered an Italian curse and chuckled a bit. Pushing the Padanian against his chair, the Handler turned and faced his ward sitting in an adjeacent chair. A young girl with pink dyed hair in two long braids, close together, falling to the middle of her back.
“Please use your...charms and see if you can get him to talk,” the Handler asked of his ward.
“My...charms?” the girl asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes; do you remember the rules?”
“Yeah-Yeah; no head shots, no broken ribs, and no killin'im.”
“Good, I need to get refreshed.”
“Oi! Could you get me some ice cream when you get your coffee?!”
“Of course, what kind?”
“Eh, if you're gonna have coffee makes sense I should too, yeah?”
“Yes, but I expect results.”
“No problem 'Spector; I'll sort him out.”
With that the Handler nodded and left the two of them alone. Taking a quick breath the girl rose from her seat. Removing her coat, she revealed a t-shirt with the famous logo of the band 'The Ruts' on it coupled with a pair of denim shorts that reached midway between her knees and thighs. With a pair of black Chuck Taylor Converse, it made for an unusual sight to the bound Padanian.
Setting her coat neatly along the back of the chair, the girl walked behind the bound Padanian where he could hear the rattle of a chain. Breathing heavily the Padanian prepared for the worst, until the girl leaned his chair forward and hooked the back. Half a minute later, he noticed his feet no longer touching the ground, but the leaning chair somehow staying in place instead of spinning wildly. A moment later he was face to face with the girl who then gently cupped his face in both hands.
“Now listen lad,” the girl softly spoke. “That Kraut who just left wants me to rough you up Chelsea like, right. See, and I don't want to do that. I've had a good day and I don't want to ruin it. Tell you what, you tell me what he wants to know, and I'll just slap ya a bit yeah? Bruises here, a cut lip there, but you'll be walkin yeah? C'mon man, don't make me be the bad guy...I don't want to be the bad guy. What'd you say?”
In response the Padanian reeled back and spat in the girl's face yelling “British bitch!” before laughing. Taking a moment to compose herself, the girl then grabbed hold of the Padanian's shirt and ripped the front clean off. Walking back to the chair, the girl used the scrap of cloth to clean her face. Letting the scrap fall to the floor, she then removed her shirt revealing a sports bra and placed it neatly folded on her coat. Walking back to the Padanian the girl stretched her arms and shook them out. Taking a few practice shots at the air, the Padanian could feel the air breaking even at that distance.
Suddenly very fearful, the Padanian asked for her patience.
The girl simply replied, “You had your chance mate.”
With one blow the Padanian lost the air in his lungs. With the second, he lost the feeling in his legs.
Some time later, the Handler returns with a large cup of workman's coffee and a container for his ward.
Taking a breath the girl turns back to the Handler and says, “I think he's ready for you now.”
Handing over the container to his ward she promptly sat against the wall enjoying her treat. Walking over to the bound Padanian, he noticed the tears and mucus coming from his eyes and nose. Walking around the Handler slapped him hard on the back and with that the Padanian finally expelled the contents of his stomach onto the storage floor. Taking an available seat, the Handler moved it close to the Padanian and sat down with the back facing the man in case he needed to expel his belly once more.
Pulling out an old recorder, the Handler showed it to the Padanian and pressed Record. Looking directly at the Handler the Padanian slowly asked, “...What...do you want...to know?”
In one of Rome's Industrial Districts, a storage locker sits occupied not by wares, but by three souls and one of those souls just happens to be secured to a heavy chair. The other two made up one of the Social Welfare Agency's newest christened fratello teams.
“Now, I am going to ask you one more time,” the handler said as he grabbed the condemned Padania foot-soldier by the scruff of his shirt. “Where you taking that weapons cache?”
Staring back into the eyes of the Handler, the Padanian simply uttered an Italian curse and chuckled a bit. Pushing the Padanian against his chair, the Handler turned and faced his ward sitting in an adjeacent chair. A young girl with pink dyed hair in two long braids, close together, falling to the middle of her back.
“Please use your...charms and see if you can get him to talk,” the Handler asked of his ward.
“My...charms?” the girl asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes; do you remember the rules?”
“Yeah-Yeah; no head shots, no broken ribs, and no killin'im.”
“Good, I need to get refreshed.”
“Oi! Could you get me some ice cream when you get your coffee?!”
“Of course, what kind?”
“Eh, if you're gonna have coffee makes sense I should too, yeah?”
“Yes, but I expect results.”
“No problem 'Spector; I'll sort him out.”
With that the Handler nodded and left the two of them alone. Taking a quick breath the girl rose from her seat. Removing her coat, she revealed a t-shirt with the famous logo of the band 'The Ruts' on it coupled with a pair of denim shorts that reached midway between her knees and thighs. With a pair of black Chuck Taylor Converse, it made for an unusual sight to the bound Padanian.
Setting her coat neatly along the back of the chair, the girl walked behind the bound Padanian where he could hear the rattle of a chain. Breathing heavily the Padanian prepared for the worst, until the girl leaned his chair forward and hooked the back. Half a minute later, he noticed his feet no longer touching the ground, but the leaning chair somehow staying in place instead of spinning wildly. A moment later he was face to face with the girl who then gently cupped his face in both hands.
“Now listen lad,” the girl softly spoke. “That Kraut who just left wants me to rough you up Chelsea like, right. See, and I don't want to do that. I've had a good day and I don't want to ruin it. Tell you what, you tell me what he wants to know, and I'll just slap ya a bit yeah? Bruises here, a cut lip there, but you'll be walkin yeah? C'mon man, don't make me be the bad guy...I don't want to be the bad guy. What'd you say?”
In response the Padanian reeled back and spat in the girl's face yelling “British bitch!” before laughing. Taking a moment to compose herself, the girl then grabbed hold of the Padanian's shirt and ripped the front clean off. Walking back to the chair, the girl used the scrap of cloth to clean her face. Letting the scrap fall to the floor, she then removed her shirt revealing a sports bra and placed it neatly folded on her coat. Walking back to the Padanian the girl stretched her arms and shook them out. Taking a few practice shots at the air, the Padanian could feel the air breaking even at that distance.
Suddenly very fearful, the Padanian asked for her patience.
The girl simply replied, “You had your chance mate.”
With one blow the Padanian lost the air in his lungs. With the second, he lost the feeling in his legs.
Some time later, the Handler returns with a large cup of workman's coffee and a container for his ward.
Taking a breath the girl turns back to the Handler and says, “I think he's ready for you now.”
Handing over the container to his ward she promptly sat against the wall enjoying her treat. Walking over to the bound Padanian, he noticed the tears and mucus coming from his eyes and nose. Walking around the Handler slapped him hard on the back and with that the Padanian finally expelled the contents of his stomach onto the storage floor. Taking an available seat, the Handler moved it close to the Padanian and sat down with the back facing the man in case he needed to expel his belly once more.
Pulling out an old recorder, the Handler showed it to the Padanian and pressed Record. Looking directly at the Handler the Padanian slowly asked, “...What...do you want...to know?”
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