"In order for this work, Director Chase, I have to look as though I belong in civilization, not a prison..." Those words echoed in Tamara Lyell's mind as she sat in one of the Gulfstream aircraft that GADEM used to fly captured mutants around the country in. Tamara knew these kind of aircraft because, just months earlier, they'd flown her in one in the other direction to Marin Island, so it actually felt good to be traveling in the other direction. Dressed in jeans, Sketchers and a pullover sweatshirt, Tamara looked like any number of rich roustabouts, which was precisely what she had told Director Chase back on the Island was the preferred look for many of these mutant rights groups....
"...because many of these groups have members, especially on the human side, who have served time behind bars and can spot another inmate instantly and if they even suspect I'm a double agent, they'll kill me as fast as look at me..." For several weeks beforehand, GADEM agents had groomed Tamara Lyell (Mutant Asset #00217) for life on the outside as a double agent, but numerous times she'd had to point out various things, eventually telling Director Chase, "For this to work, Director, you have to trust me; not only do I have to act the part, I have to look, sound and be the part. Period, end of story. If it works, they'll never know. They'll never know...."
That last bit sickened her a little bit, but she took solace in the knowledge that what she was doing was for the greater good of mankind; mutants were an aberrant evolutionary dead end and couldn't be allowed to dominate humanity. Running a hand through her freshly-cut locks, Tamara's hand paused over the side of her neck; although she couldn't've been able to, she coulda' swore she could feel the explosive leashes' they'd put in both carotid arteries. The explosives, no bigger than the size of a pinhead, were protected by ribozymatic proteins that prevented the charges from blowing without specific radio detonation. While the doctors back at Marin Island had told her the protective shells could last indefinitely, Tamara shuddered at their deadly intent...should, for any reason, her time as a GADEM double agent come to an end as a failure, the pinhead charges, once activated, would blow out both of her carotids, causing her to bleed out and die within 20-30 seconds.
"You have a file for me to look at?" Tamara asked one of the trenchcoats; after a second ask, the agent handed her a manila folder and sat down nearby. Leaning back, Tamara opened the folder and looked at her first target, a mutant leader for a mutant rights group out on the West Coast, a group based in Los Angeles. "She looks perky," Tamara said, causing the agent across from her to sideeye her a moment or two, "but once fitted for a GADEM prison suit, not so much..." For the rest of the flight into LAX, Tamara studied the folder, memorizing every detail possible and thinking to herself, I hope you enjoy small rooms, Hannah Lerios, because after I catch you, that's where you are headed...from now, until eternity....
"Attention, we're about to land into LAX. Please fasten your seatbelts and make sure you have all items properly secured." The message over the intercom felt like a reward for Tamara as she closed the file and handed it back to the GADEM agent sitting opposite her on the Gulfstream, fastening her seatbelt and securing it tightly around her waist. Turning to look out the window as Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) began to slowly rise in the distance, she thought about the past few weeks once more, her hand momentarily brushing her cheek as she did...
(Director Chase) I don’t give a damn where you find them but you find them and you infiltrate their organizations and then you tear them apart from the inside”, Olivia stood up and reeled back her arm before ramming the hard bony prominences of her knuckles into Tamara’s cheek.
“A kind reminder that I will not endure any slacking. Double cross me miss Lyell, and I’ll make the rest of your miserable life a living hell”, Olivia stepped back with a beaming smile. “All I ask of you is your endless dedication to the destruction of your own kind. Will you be able to comply with these wishes, if not I’ll be asking my men to execute you where you stand”. Olivia felt the heavy darkness of the inhumanity driving through her cold heart shake through her words. She meant every syllable with a fiery intensity she only gained from the loss of her child, the brutal murder of a mutant on an innocent soul that didn’t deserve an ounce of pain...
Hmmmm, Tamara thought as her knuckled brushed across her cheek once more; noticing her movement, one of the trenchcoats looked at her and asked, "Something wrong?"
"No, nothing that...putting the screws to someone of my kind wouldn't fix," Tamara said quietly, pausing to look at the man closely. Judging by his appearance and mannerisms, she didn't take him for a field agent; most likely, he worked on the intel side of the GADEM ledger...not that it bothered her; for all she knew, he could have the radio detonators - and her life - in the palm of his hand. "So, where are we headed?" she asked.
"A GADEM safehouse in West Hollywood, close enough to be able to keep the target in that file under surveillance but far enough away to keep you under wraps," pausing to open up another file folder and show Tamara the place where she'd be staying at in West Hollywood...
"...and before you ask, all the apartments are already occupied by GADEM personnel, either agents or support staff. Full audio/video surveillance, everything uploaded onto the cloud for safekeeping. You'll be given a daily stipend, walk around money maybe; all clothes have already been brought to your residence, in your size or close to it. Fridge is fully stocked; there's a small grocer down on Sunset where your target regularly shops at...that's where you'll make contact first.
"Everything works out," the agent continued, pausing as the Gulfstream's landing gear touched down on the tarmac at LAX, the squelching of the tires a welcome sound to everyone, "you'll become friends with the target, gaining her confidence. Do so for long enough, maybe you bring her back to your place....once there, we'll take over and you can move along..."
"And if this doesn't work?" Tamara asked, "or if the target gets cold feet, gets suspicious.."
Without missing a beat, GADEM Intel Agent William Ford pulled out a small radio detonator and said in a flat, emotionless voice, "If this fails, I blow those charges, you bleed out and die in about thirty seconds....so don't fuck up. You want to stay alive, Ms. Lyell? Bring us Hannah Lerios; nothing else will do." As he finished speaking, the Gulfstream crew exited the cockpit, having secured the aircraft. As they opened the airplane doors and extended the small stairs that came out from the fuselage, Agent Ford added, "I believe in Hollywood, Ms. Lyell, this would be the point where the director says 'Action'...." motioning towards the door. "After you, miss."
Sleep was a soldier’s best friend before an Op. Sitting in the back of the heavy transport near the Humvee and other strapped down equipment was Inola and three other GADEM operatives. Her eyes were closed with her legs propped onto her Humvee’s front driver side tire with an earwig (a small radio used to transmit and receive transmissions that only she would hear. On her body was her body armor, her two handguns and her helmet laid on her lap. Two of the Operatives talked back and forth, making assumptions about Inola and making bets as to who will be the one who would be bedding with her. One thing they had forgotten to do was to stop transmitting what they were saying. With her eyes still shut, she spoke up and they heard in their ears. “The first one to try it will be shot in the knee and left in the middle of a street.” They looked over at her as she turned her head, opened her eyes and looked at them. They had already been briefed before taking to the air. Their task was to keep an eye on a mutant asset called Tamara. Her abilities were said to be able to scan a persons brain, and if needed, cause said persons head to explode. If the task was to go south with her mission, they were to extract Tamara, contain the situation and if possible, take the main Target, A Mutant’s Rights activist named Hannah Lerios, and send her back to the main facility to be prisoner. If they weren’t able to, Inola always liked the latter option, elimination of the target. The Co-Pilot called out from the front saying that they are coming in for landing for everyone to get ready and to strap in. Everyone did as instructed and tightened their seat harnesses as the aircraft lowered it’s landing gear. When the tires touched down, everyone rocked in place a bit before they all eased in their seats a bit as the engines were slowing down and the craft turned a bit. Once it had stopped, the loading ramp in the rear began to lower down to the asphalt down below. Undoing their straps, Melissa Godshaw stood up, walked over to her Humvee and undid the straps holding it in place and jumped into the driver seat. The rest piled out of the plane while she backed her Humvee down it.
once the remaining gear was unloaded and loaded into the back of the Humvee, the three climbed inside of Inola’s personal vehicle. Putting it in 4th gear, the vehicle drove towards the gates where a security officer of the airport came from his booth and walked over to them. Showing her credentials as being an Officer of the military and a government agent, they were allowed through. Instead of going to a GADEM holdout in Californi, Inola drove them around a bit until she pulled up into a motel parking lot. Killing the engine, she spoke up to them as she took her seatbelt off. “I’m going to be renting four rooms for us. While I do so, unload your gear and be ready to change out and look like civvies.” She received the ‘Yes ma’am.’ as she gotten out of the Humvee and walked over to the office. Stepping inside, she closed the door easily behind her as she walked over to the counter where an older lady stood looking and examining the agent. “Afternoon ma’am. I’d like to rent four rooms from you for about a month.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet and withdrew a wad of cash held together by a money clip that had the US Green Barrett special forces logo on it. Pulling the money out, she took out from the stack of hundreds two thousand dollars and set it down onto the counter top. The old woman looked at the money since this was the most anyone has paid her in ages. Ringing up the price on the register, Inola said to her to keep the change. Holding her old hand out, she had four keys that were all beside each other. Taking the keys, the agent thanked the older woman and left the office. Walking across the parking lot, everyone had piled out and were waiting for their key. Seeing her bags on the ground near the driver door, she tossed them each a key. “Be ready to move in two hours. Gives you time to unpack, prep up for a scouting run and a bit to relax. One of you decide who is going to stay to keep an eye on the apartments.”
Grabbing her duffel bags and her case, she looked at her key as it said on the plastic key ring ‘31’. Walking up the stairs with the rest of her assigned team in tow, she walked around, unlocked her door and slipped into the darkness. Closing the door and turning on the light via by light switch, she placed her things onto the bed where she began to lay out her gear, ammo, weapons (after assembling them such as the Remington 700 and her AR-15 assault rifle) and clothing. Since she didn’t need to get a shower, she swapped out of her tactical gear and clothing set up and dressed herself in a pair of loose fitting jeans, a black bra with a black tank top. Taking her M1911, she tucked it into an ankle holster and set it up in her right boot. Changing the frequency of her earwig, she found the other teams comm frequency and spoke up. “This is Agent Inola, we were assigned to your mission to give any sort of help you will be needing if things went haywire. Me and my team have touched down and we’re going to do a scout run around the city. If you want to meet up, my frequency is 95.1.” Then she ended the communication and switched back to her teams channel as she put clothing away and stashed her weapons around the room in hidden areas. There was still time before they went out to scope the areas out, as well as the location of the target. One of her team members was a tech expert, so he was going to be setting up surveillance around the area. Sitting down at room’s table, she closed her eyes and relaxed, chanting to herself the way she was taught by her Native American mother. Her black hair was pulled into a pony tail while she spoke to herself.
Post by Tamara Lyell on Sept 11, 2018 15:43:35 GMT
Now I know what Dave Bowman felt like in that hotel in 2001, Tamara thought as she stepped out of her West Hollywood apartment and bounded down the stairs two at a time, nonchalantly making her way to the front entrance and through the gate which separated the GADEM-owned apartment complex from the street outside. Thinking about the layout of the area, she knew the target lived and worked in West Hollywood so for her, it was a simple matter of keeping track of everything - including the occasional surreptitious scanning of people as she walked by them, them never knowing their minds and thoughts and emotions had just been figuratively swiped, the information gone but the actual still there.
Stopping at a crosswalk, she absentmindedly rubbed the side of her neck; although she couldn't feel the explosive leash inside her neck, Tamara knew it was there - Agent Ford had told her as much, showing her the radio detonator and telling her about the pinhead-sized explosives and what they would do to her. Shuddering momentarily, she put the thought aside and crossed the street, letting the GADEM surveillance team following her know where she was at. I might be a collaborator, a traitor to my own kind, she mused as she continued down the sidewalk, but it sure as hell beats--
Suddenly, she stopped, right dead in her tracks, people streaming past her as she whirled around, looking as if she trying to see who else was around but not knowing who or what else was around. Something's wrong, something's wrong, wrong, wrong, she thought, resuming her pace of walking but with an extra alertness about her; keying the wrist mic underneath the sleeve of her blouse, Tamara whispered in a low stage voice, "Agent Ford, do you have any other agents out here?"
A few seconds later, his voice came over the radio into her hearing aid...."Negative, Tamara; why do you ask?"
"'Cause you got company, Agent Ford; I don't know where, I don't know who but we got some unwanted visitors around," Tamara said back to him. "Gotcha; let me make some calls; meanwhile, continue your mission. Ford out," came the cold, distant reply. Easy for you to say, you officious prick, Tamara thought as she continued walking down the sidewalk, her mind trying to process what could be going on but she also knew she didn't have a choice; it was either keep going or fail...and she rubbed her neck once more, knowing what the price of that failure would be...
Post by Brooke Tilghman on Sept 12, 2018 0:53:05 GMT
Girl, don't you look stunning, Brooke quietly said to herself as she looked at herself inside her RV's smallish bathroom; dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and cargo pants with pockets on both legs, she could pass for anyone out on the street but this time she wanted to look like a contract DWP (Dept. of Water & Power, Los Angeles County) worker doing routine work on electrical systems in and around West Hollywood, complete with a rainbow lapel pin on her sweatshirt and a hardhat and equipment straight out of a Village People audition.
However, she wasn't here to work on electrical systems; her whole outfit was a carefully worked-up disguise meant to allow her to get close enough to her bounty in order to pick up her, spirit her out of her place of business - a mutant rights' organization, by the looks of it, she thought, remembering the bounty she'd been given - and into a waiting vehicle where her, her target, a short, blonde-haired woman named Hannah Lerios, along with two hired guns she'd brought with her for extra muscle, would take her to a safe house where'd GADEM agents would then pick up the target and spirit her off to Marin Island, never to be seen again. 'Least I'll be getting paid good for this, she mused, thinking about the $50,000 bounty on Ms. Lerios's head that Brooke and her crew would collect - split three ways - though that could always change, she grimly added.
Stepping down out of the RV, Brooke closed and locked it, making sure it was parked in the right place - it'd be just my damn luck to have it towed, she mused - before heading down the alleyway, keeping a close watch on everything as she rounded the corner and looked around, making sure the coast was clear before continuing on. If I remember correctly, the Register is a couple blocks down Sunset, near the Blue Whale, she thought, remembering the colloquial nickname for the building where the L.A. Sheriff's West Hollywood Station was located at. The plan's simple: I go in, spin some bullshit about an electrical problem in the area, lure the target out, get in the crew vehicle and get her out of the area before anyone knows what happened. Simple enough plan, she whispered as she crossed the side-street towards her target building.
"Hey, Brooke, anyone tell you you got a nice ass?" came the radio transmission over her earpiece; she quietly shook her head and laughed at the question and replied, "Yeah, and its' one of a thousand things you'll never get to enjoy in this life, Choco," silencing her fellow bounty hunter with the retort, pausing only because there was a red light and she was waiting for the light to change. Come on, come on, change you fucking light, she muttered, finally getting to cross with the rest of the street traffic. "Two more blocks and I'll be at the target building, gents," she whispered, unaware that a veritable three-ring circus of agents and other bounty hunters were in the area and were about to disrupt her well-laid plans....
It's no use sayin' that it's alright, it's alright But where were you after midnight, midnight? Heard a bang, bang, bang and down they go It's just a job you do 'Cause the harder they run, and the harder they fall I'm comin' down hard on you... - Genesis, "Just A Job To Do"
Opening her eyes she looked at her watch, it was close to time for them to leave. Pushing get herself up to her feet, she stretched her arms and legs. A groan came from her as she did this. Looking down at the Glock that rested on the bed along with the spare magazines for both of the handguns she had. Picking the clips up and stuffing each of them into different pockets and tucked the second handgun under the rim of the pants and slid the tank top over it so that it was harder to see. Going through the pockets of her military fatigues, she pulled out a few hair bands and pulled her long black hair into a ponytail. Now ready, she moved through the motel room and went right for the door, grabbing the room key and her wallet on the dresser. Stepping outside while putting her wallet in the left back pocket, shut the door and locked both the lock in the door knob and the doors dead bolt. Off in the far distance, she could see the smoke rising upwards from the wild fires that been plaguing California for months now. The population didn’t really know how the blazes had started, but anyone with a decent mind or the proper intel knew that it was started by a mutant. Behind her the doors were opening and closing as her scouting team was ready to head out. The two had what looked like gym bags and looked as if they were ready to work out and who knows what else. This only caused Melissa to roll her eyes as she made her way down to the ground, and of course they tagged along behind her. They were talking to each other as all three of them went towards the Humvee.
She hopped back into the driver seat as the two took the back seats. Melissa could hear the two going through their gear and was showing what they all brought and compared amongst them. Turning on the heavy Diesel engine, she put the vehicle into drive and pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road after merging with the traffic. There was a lot of expensive vehicles driving around and some of them were Humvees, so it made it easier for them to blend in. “We know our target, it’s location, and the primary team’s asset. Since you both look like your going to hit the gym, you both better find a gym or a spot to do some sort of PT so you guys can blend in while I go to the restaurant across the street from the Mutant Headquarters.” The two agents in the back had stopped talking and stared at the female agent and then quickly began looking over their gps’s and were looking up around spots around the area, until they saw the closest gym was two blocks away. So that meant, her backup would take some time to get to her if shit did go down hill. When they came to a red light, she sat there quietly remembering the maps of the area, which is why she wasn’t using her own gps on her cellphone. The one asked if it was possible if she could drop them off somewhere and without skipping a beat, she looked into the rear view mirror and said to them. “Then you both put a ten in the passenger seat.” This confused them and thought that she was joking with them. This was proven other wise when she put on her turn signal and pulled over to the sidewalk and put the vehicle in park. That would have been a six block hike to the gym from their current location. That’s when two tens were seen being dropped into the passenger seat and she pulled back into traffic.
Moments later and Inola almost getting out of the Humvee to shoot some idiots from road rage, the Humvee pulled up in front of the restaurant and put in park. “Ok boys, you only have two blocks to walk instead of six. Pile out and get going. I’ll keep you two informed to what I see.....Now.” When she had said Now, they grabbed their bags and quickly piled out the passenger side door and jogged northward. Shaking her head, the female agent knew that these guys were green, just not vomit green rookies. Turning off the Humvee, she slipped on a pair of sunglasses that was narrow and the lens were rectangular. Melissa gotten out and walked to the sidewalk and entered the establishment. Heading over to the counter, she asked if she could be served at a table outside. The young guy nodded hen his head and she found herself a table that overlooked the front and one side of the mutant hq. Taking a seat at the table, a waitress came over and placed a menu in front of Melissa whom began looking over the menu. Ordering herself a chicken Caesar Salad and a bottle of water. It took a couple of minutes for her order to come out and she began eating. Taking her phone out, she began looking up videos to make her cover better as she sat there and observed the area with her sunglasses still on. Her eyes slid around looking at the building and was keeping track in her mind as to who goes in and comes back out. So many targets who could be hostile when things go down. This agent was also keeping an eye out for the target, GADEM’s mutant asset and possibly other agents.
Post by Tamara Lyell on Sept 12, 2018 14:39:59 GMT
After a few minutes of cautious looking around and thinking she'd seen or felt something untoward, Tamara brushed it aside and resumed her walk down the street, the West Coast Register now two blocks down from her location. Pausing as a DWP technician passed her by, Tamara saw that there was a parking structure on the next block. Ducking into a bookstore, she walked over to the counter and asked, "Excuse me, I hate to bother you but I'm new to the area...that parking structure just ahead, is that open to the public or...?" acting as if she had no clue whatsoever about the area when in fact she'd studied maps of the area around the Register; she knew it was their private parking structure and just wanted an outside confirmation.
"No, that's for the people over at the Register; why do you ask?" the bookstore clerk asked, a small glint of suspicion in his eye. Thinking fast, Tamara replied, "Oh, I've got to move back east and care for family and I need to find a place to put my vehicles in for long-term storage," pausing as her eye caught sight of the current copy of The Divide, her picture - from past times, she thought - on the upper corner. Grabbing the copy, she quickly paid for it and headed back outside, having told the clerk to keep the change. As she walked back onto the sidewalk, a plan began to form in her mind; keying her mic, she spoke quietly into it. "Agent Ford, have your assets ready to roll; I think I got an idea. Tamara out," switching off the radio and quickly formulating her plan.
If I can't get in to grab her, maybe I can lure her out, she mused as she finally reached the parking structure's pedestrian entrance but not without supplies as she'd been given a small bag containing GADEM supplies by one of Agent Ford's people as they passed each other crossing the street (what intelligence calls a bag switch)...however, the bag Tamara had with her contained restraints inside, enough to make sure the target - if the plan to lure her out worked - wouldn't be going anywhere. Before she could turn and step inside, a guard stopped her. "This isn't a public garage, ma'am," he said.
"I know," Tamara replied, scanning his mind as she stood there and telling him several times telepathically, I work for the Register and need access to the garage inside. After a few seconds, the guard stepped back and let her pass without a fare-thee-well. "Thank you," she said, quickly walking inside before the guard realized his error and stopped her.
Letting her eyes adjust to the slightly darkened lighting of the garage, Tamara made her way over to the staircase, dodging a few people walking past by ducking in-between vehicles - damn, they got a lot of mutants working here, she thought - and bouncing up the stairs to the second floor, which she knew from scanning the guard's mind was where the Register's bosses parked their vehicles. Now she slowed her roll, going from parking space to parking space, bag slung over her shoulder, looking at the nameplates along the garage walls. Come on, Ms. Lerios, where do you park your goddamn vehicle? Tamara whispered, knowing that the longer it took her to find that particular space, the longer and more exposed that she'd be and the greater risk that her made-uo-on-the-fly plan would fail...and she shuddered at the thought of what failure would mean for her....
Post by Brooke Tilghman on Sept 14, 2018 16:58:07 GMT
Walking inside the front entrance of the West Coast Register, Brooke had her box clipboard in one hand, a forged DWP identification in the other...looking around, she soon spotted what looked like the front desk and strode confidently for it. "Okay, Choco, be ready to pull my ass out of the fire if needed," she whispered into her throat mic, hidden underneath the light turtleneck she wore underneath the DWP hoodie. Stopping at the front desk, she smiled as the receptionist looked up and asked, "Yes, how can I help you?"
Flashing her ID at the receptionist, Brooke continued smiling and spoke. "Yes, I'm Brooke Tilghman, with L.A. County DWP; we've been getting reports of electrical anomalies all up and down Sunset Boulevard here and they've sent me and a couple other technicians out to take a look, see what's going. If its' possible, could I get a layout of the building so that I can get to work, get out of y'all's hair as soon as possible," giving the receptionist her best Georgia charm and drawl.
"Well, I....I don't know, I'll have to--" the receptionist started, only for Brooke to cut her off and reply, "If there's any way you can show me where the breaker panels are, I can be in and out in 10 minutes or so...," all the while giving the receptionist her best flirting look. After a few seconds' thought, the receptionist slid her chair back and, after calling another person over, said to Brooke, "Follow me," turning towards one of the Register's hallways.
Following her, Brooke couldn't help but admire the shapely curves of the receptionist in front of her as they descended down a stairwell to what Brooke only assumed was the basement...suddenly, as they passed a storage closet, Brooke lunged at the receptionist, quickly knocking her out with a chokehold held just long enough to put out and on the floor. With the thick walls, Brooke noted, its' likely no one heard me as she got to work restraining the receptionist - thank god for zip-ties and duct tape, she thought, dragging the unconscious woman into the storage closet. After making sure the lady couldn't escape, she took the keys the woman had, locked the closet door then broke the key off inside the lock. "Have fun struggling inside there, bitch," Brooke whispered as she walked over to the breaker panel (located all the way down on the other end of the hallway) and looked at it, giving it a once over as she looked at it, eventually coming to the conclusion that nothing was amiss. There will be soon, she mused as she placed a couple small charges inside, along with one on the channel pipe running up above it; quickly hooking them up to a timer/detonator, Brooke set it for thirty minutes then placed the timer inside the breaker panel, switching it on. Brooke knew that, if things worked as she hoped, the small, almost micro-charge size explosives would detonate, cutting off the power instantly to the building - and hopefully, nothing else, Brooke hoped as she headed up the stairway back to the ground floor...that was the first part of the plan; if that part worked, the second part was simple: grab Hannah Lerios in all the panic and make off like bandits to the safehouse like nothing was amiss.
Seeing the other receptionist at the front desk, Brooke waved and got out of Dodge in a hurry, making her way across the street so that she could surveil the building and grab her target during the soon-to-happen chaos...hopefully, this will work, she mused...
Eating some of her meal, she sat there and observed still on the target building as people were still coming and going. There had been the times where a random person (male and female) who came up to her table and began flirting with her. With a smile, she dismissed them and told them that she was waiting for someone and that she was nterested in them. After the sixth time it had happened, she was just ready to put a bullet into someone’s head to make the point across that she wasn’t really interested and not just simply playing hard to get. Even though that was how she liked to play the game. Picking up her bottle of water, she took the cap off and took a sip from it. It was a beautiful day for an op like this. The two members she was with was setting up cam’s around the area to try and keep all angles secured so that the third member was radioing that he had video feed coming in back at the motel. Melissa didn’t reply back as she sat there, but boredom does tend to slowly sink in while just sitting in the same spot for almost an hour already. So she ate some more until the bowl was completely empty. The waitress from before came over and took the bowl asking if she wanted anything.
“I’ll take a coffee and a slice of peach..pie.” Inola said as she looked the waitress up and down with a smirk. The young lady smiled and blushed hard, writing down the order and then was gone like the flash. Kicking her one foot up and onto the seat across from her as her body slid down a bit and her putting her hands behind her head. After a bit of waiting, her order came out along with liquid creamer and a sugar dispenser. Pouring both in to how she liked it and stirred it with a teaspoon. It wasn’t until her sipping her coffee that she noticed the waitress was still standing there looking at herstill smiling. “D-do you really think I’m that attractive?” The waitress, and by her name tag saying her name was Holly. Smiling still, Inola would reply to her. “Yes I do...if you weren’t on shift, I’d take you back to your place and show you all that I can do Holly.” Holly’s face grew redder as she seemed like she couldn’t say anything. Leaning over to Holly, she would whisper. “Or if you’d like...I’ll take you right here and now? You sit down and I go under the table.”and winked at the nervous girl who was now starting to sweat as it looked like she was pondering the idea. Before the agent could say anything more tempting to her, the bell to the store rung and she went stumbling a tad bit back inside. Picking up her fork, she took a piece of the pie and ate it while smirking still.
When she started to drink some of her coffee again, her eyes saw somebody dressed like a city worker that was moving across the street in a hurry. Seeing as this odd since city workers usually parked their utility vehicles either in the front or sides of the building deemed to be inspected or worked on. But this one wasn’t going to a vehicle. Sitting up straight, she pulled out her wallet and laid on the table $150 and a note saying for the waitress to keep the change for herself. Taking her bottle of water, she left the outside table sections and stepped out onto the sidewalk going towards the direction of the unusual person whose name was Brooke. The guys were keeping an eye on the building, so this gave Melissa a chance to tag the person and follow her. Walking slowly, she would stay a good distance away while sipping her water and made herself look like she was just another civilian walking about LA.
Post by Tamara Lyell on Sept 14, 2018 18:32:38 GMT
After much fruitless searching - and a pair of sore feet to boot, Tamara thought - she was about to give up her search for Hannah Lerios's vehicle when she heard what sounded like footsteps coming out of an elevator; ducking in behind a concrete stanchion, Tamara waited for whoever it was to get into visual range when, to her amazement, it was the target herself, dressed in a blue denim Oxford button down shirt and grayish trousers, walking towards her vehicle, a black Lincoln MKZ. Ducking in-between vehicles, Tamara shadowed her pray, maneuvering her way closer and closer to her until, right as Hannah was about to open the driver's side door of her car, Tamara sprung from her position and pointed a small handgun at her. "Stop, stop right there!" Tamara said with a firm voice, setting her bag down at her feet.
"Open the door, then toss me the keys," Tamara said, the gun - a .25 Beretta Bobcat - pointed right at Hannah; Tamara watched as Hannah did as she was told, then she continued. "Okay," taking the keys from her, "get down on your knees, Hannah," watching around them as Hannah did likewise. Taking a few minutes to restrain Hannah, Tamara looked at her as she whispered, "Say goodbye to the free world, Hannah," jabbing an EpiPen full of tranquilizer and sleeping meds into the target's thigh. Watching as Hannah slowly fell into a nice, tranquil - and hopefully deep sleep, Tamara thought - Tamara got back and popped the trunk, grimacing as she picked up the now-unconscious Hannah and placed her ever-not-so-gently into the trunk space, making sure she was securely restrained before closing the trunk lid.
That done, Tamara went back around to the driver's side door and climbed in, thinking, So this is what rich mutants' drive, huh? firing up the Lincoln and wondering, Didn't Matthew McConaughey star in a film where he drove a Lincoln? as she backed up the Lincoln and carefully drove it through the parking garage, down the ramp back towards the parking garage entrance; seeing the entrance, she was pleased - and surprised - to discover there was no guard to stop her from leaving. After paying the three dollar fee, Tamara pulled into traffic and tripped her mic. "All GADEM agents, this is Tamara; be advised, I've got the target secured. Meet me at the rendezvous point." Shutting off the mic, she drove down Sunset, thinking, One mutant down, thousands more to go....
Post by Brooke Tilghman on Sept 16, 2018 3:04:31 GMT
Come on, charges, do your damn job, Brooke kept whispering to herself as she walked down Sunset, trying to act nonchalant and friendly as she headed towards a pre-planned blind to watch the ensuing chaos. She knew, from Choco's experience with the kind of charges she'd placed around the electrical box, that they should work as planned, knocking out the power - without setting a fire in the process, she hoped - and sending everyone inside the Register rushing out onto Sunset. Once they were out there, it'd be an easy process to pluck her bounty off the street snicker-snack.
"Brooke, you got a problem," she heard over the earpiece, causing her to duck inside a store awning. "What's the problem, Choco?" she asked.
"You got a tail on you," he replied, watching from a trail car down the street, facing towards Brooke. Formerly an L.A. County's Sheriff's deputy, Dominic Chocoterra, a/k/a Choco to Brooke, had been drummed out of the LASD for going nightstick on the citizens of South L.A. County one too many times...so he took his talents from the public to the private sector, coming aboard the late Domino Harvey's team of bounty hunters and bail agents around the same time Brooke had joined. Although he wasn't fond of Brooke's taste in relationships, he'd taken her under his wing and taught her - along with Domino herself - the fine art of being a bounty hunter. "Caught her following you about thirty seconds after you crossed Sunset; she's about a block behind you and looking like she's got the scent on you."
"What does she look like?" Brooke asked, taking a moment to quietly and surreptitious flip the safety off her SIG-Sauer 9mm as she looked back down the street, hoping to spot the would-be tail.
"Oh, she looks like a brick house...you know, you but with more vinegar in her bloodstream than actual blood," Choco replied; before he could add anything else, he said, "Brooke, what vehicle did the target drive, by chance?"
Thinking about the question, Brooke replied, "A black-as-your-heart Lincoln MKZ...why?"
"Cause its' coming right down your way.....now," Choco replied; Brooke watched in amazement and shock as the target vehicle - albeit without the target driving it - rolled past her on Sunset. Sonuvabitch! Brooke muttered, rushing down Sunset, stripping her off DWP hoodie and tossing the box clipboard in a trash receptacle, dodging a couple cars as she ran the crosswalk and made it to the next block down. "Choco, start the car; our bounty's getting away from us!" she said, running down the street and not caring who noticed; to her, she didn't get this far to lose a $100,000 bounty and she wasn't about to. Making it to a black Ford Crown Vic that looked like it could still pass for an LAPD black-and-white, Brooke all but threw herself into the passenger seat and yelled, "Go, Choco, go; our bounty's getting away from us..."
While walking with other people on the sidewalk, she noticed the person she was following had turned their head back and was looking through the crowd for something or someone. Then she realized, she was looking for her and that someone had to have tipped her off, but how? The blonde didn’t have a cellphone or a typical blue tooth for a cellphone was seen on her. Then it dawned onto her, she had a partner who had an eye on her. Reaching behind her, she was going for her Glock until she saw the target vehicle driving past with the Mutant named Tamara driving it. Turning her head back, she saw the frantic look of the blonde and started running. Inola began running after her, weaving through people and almost having to run in the street. Brooke had almost made an accident as a car screeched to a halt next to her, but it didn’t stop the bounty hunter. Melissa ran and slid across the car’s hood that was about to go and landed on her feet for her on,y to resume the chase. Pressing down on her throat mic, she would say through it. “All units, target has been snagged by Tamara. I’m in pursuit of a blonde who saw the car and is after it going by foot down Sunset!” As Inola gave chase, she watched as the blonde went to a car that could pass an LAPD cruiser, went into the passenger seat.
The tires peeled out of its parked spot. Pulling her Glock 9mm out, her thumb hit the switch causing the handgun to go full Auto. Bringing it about, the dull black suppressor aimed for the back of the car. Letting out a long breath, she squeezed the trigger and the gun in her hand began to unleash a torrent of bullets into the back of the Vic, bullets spraying across the trunk and into the back window. Twenty-five rounds later, the clip was empty as it slid out of the gun and was exchanged for a 15 round spare clip. Stuffing the spent clip into her pocket, she watched as the car kept driving. Melissa was to far from her Humvee to be able to keep up chase. “John, keep an eye on the Target. I’m going to stay on pursuit. Meat heads 1 and 2, get the Humvee since you two are closer to it now. You damage a single piece of it, look back at precious promise and replace a handgun round with buck shot.” She could hear the two guys cringe through her ear piece. Reaching under her shirt, she pulled out her military ID showing her as still active Special Forces. Going into the street, she held her ID like a badge in the air as she still had her pistol in her hand. A SUV stopped inches away from her by slamming on their brakes. Walking around to the driver side door, she opened it and said. “Army Special Forces, I’m commandeering your vehicle.” When the driver at first didn’t get out, the aim of the gun had caused them to think twice about their choice and their life as they squeezed out and around her. Inola slid in, slammed the door shut, buckled up and peeled them them tires.
“John, speak to me.”, “Ok, I got your signal and the signal of the mutant. You’ll need to start catching up, that Vic is starting to catch up on ground.” Swurving around vehicles, Inola said in response. “Ok then, I need short cuts to be able to make up more ground faster.” She heard the sound of frantic typing, almost sounding like the keyboard was being viciously murdered. “Make the next right and follow it for three blocks and turn left. Follow that for four blocks...” as he was instructing her, she was taking the said routes given to her...which then led her right through an alleyway. On the other end of it, she watched the target vehicle driving past and then the Vic. Pushing her foot down, the Chevy SUV sped on down the alley. Cutting the wheel to the right, the SUV swung it’s heavy ass across the street as she counter steered into it causing her to drift slightly and making two rows of white smoke. Driving the vehicle to red line, she pulled her gun off her lap and out the driver side window. Trying to align aim with the Vic, Melissa squeezed the trigger and let go to cause it to fire a three round burst. The pursuit was back on again. A thought came to mind as she said through her mic. “John...patch my radio frequency to the nearest Police Station that has a helicopter.” There was a brief moment until she heard, “This is Sargent Forest of the LAPD, who is this and what is your intention? Over.”, “Sargent Forest, this is Sargent Melissa Godshaw. United States Green Barrett Special Forces. I’m in pursuit of a Black and White Crown Vic that is chasing a squad member transporting a wanted fugitive. I need ground and air support. My Serial dog tag number is 96293, the license plate number and current heading....” She read out the info needed, soon, she was going to have her own little back up ready to run that Black and White off the road and into their own graves, that’s if they fought back that is.
Flying down Sunset Boulevard, Tamara could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins for the first time in a long time; weaving in and out of traffic, she could hear over her radio the myriad of calls going every which way....that didn't concern her, though; what did concern her, she thought, was the black-as-sackcloth Crown Victoria slowly drawing closer to her. Judging by the appearance of it, she figured it wasn't either a GADEM vehicle or a local law enforcement vehicle, which meant only one thing to her - whoever she had hooked up in the trunk of the Lincoln MKZ had a bounty on their head and Tamara knew people would kill for money on a bounty. "Agent Ford, I got a snake crawling up my ass," she said over the radio as she turned north onto Western, the Crown Victoria making the same turn seconds later. "I'm on Western heading north towards the 5 freeway," she added, barely missing a limousine, though not the door, which she sent flying down the street and into oncoming traffic.
Hearing more radio traffic, this time asking for police assistance, she knew she better find a place to hide - and more importantly, find out just what the hell was going on; what was so important, she thought, that both GADEM and bounty hunters would want the woman in the trunk of the Lincoln she was driving? "All GADEM agents, this is Tamara; I'm heading to Hide Spot Alpha-1; meet me there ASAP. I'm leaving the radio on for tracking," tossing the radio onto the passenger seat and leaving it on. Heading down an alleyway off of Western near Los Feliz Boulevard, Tamara brought the Lincoln to a stop and cut the engine off, putting the keys in her pocket. Climbing out of the vehicle, she kept her Beretta Bobcat down by her side and waited for the Crown Vic to turn into the alleyway...assuming that those jackasses even know how to drive, she thought, as she waited....and waited...and waited some more....
Post by Brooke Tilghman on Oct 8, 2018 16:19:21 GMT
The tires peeled out of its parked spot. Pulling her Glock 9mm out, her thumb hit the switch causing the handgun to go full Auto. Bringing it about, the dull black suppressor aimed for the back of the car. Letting out a long breath, she squeezed the trigger and the gun in her hand began to unleash a torrent of bullets into the back of the Vic, bullets spraying across the trunk and into the back window. Twenty-five rounds later, the clip was empty as it slid out of the gun and was exchanged for a 15 round spare clip.
Ducking below the Crown Vic's back window and hugging the seat as tight as possible, Brooke could hear the shots ricocheting off the back of the car, several bouncing around the trunk and knocking out the back window, raining small bits and pieces of tempered glass all over her and sending it flying around inside the car. Drawing her SIG-Sauer, Brooke returned fire, pulling the trigger as fast as she could, sending 9mm pieces of lead downrange towards whoever was shooting at them. "Where are they, Choco?" she yelled out as she quickly switched out mags in the SIG-Sauer.
"Turning onto Western," he replied. "Hang on!" he yelled, turning the steering wheel as hard to the left as possible, all-but-throwing Brooke into the back passenger door, causing her to let out a stream of groans and obscenities. "What, you trying to kill me, vato?" Brooke yelled, keeping an eye on everything behind them as they roared onto Western, knocking a passenger sedan into a row of parking spaces, sending it tumbling in the distance. "Step on it, step on it!" she said; she could feel the engine revving up to the firewalls as they slowly got closer to the Lincoln with their bounty inside. For what seemed like forever, the chase continued on - up one street, then down another - on and on and on. Suddenly, as they turned onto another highway, she heard, "I think I lost them, Brooke."
"What do you mean you lost them?" Brooke yelled, sitting up and perching herself on the front seat, frantically searching the area around them. Where did you go, Lincoln? she whispered as they slowed down and headed down several side streets, looking down alleyways and side streets, searching for both their bounty and whoever had been shooting at them earlier...
As she was going to fire off another burst from her handgun, she heard in her ear. “Agent Inola, break off persuit. Our target had broke out of sight of those that are trying to take our primary target.” Slowing down as she starved the SUV a bit as shots were being fired back at a slower rate then her own handgun. Turning the SUV with a jerk of the wheel, she skidded a bit and went down another road. She was being guided via by her eye in the sky which was video cam’s. He was telling her which street to turn and which streets to simply avoid. It took a bit of time and even heated arguments/ death threats that she started to pull up on the location that Tamara and the target were last seen and or reported to be at. The female agent drove the vehicle for a couple of blocks past and parked it in front of a restaurant. Holstering her firearm, she slid out of the vehicle and walked back by foot. In the distance, she heard the familiar sound of her Heavy Diesel engine coming into the area. Going into a dead sprint, she ran for the location which was an alleyway. Looking down it, she could see Lincoln and Tamara who had a handgun, standing there waiting, but for who Inola didn’t know. So she was going to play it even headed and cool. As she was coming down the alleyway towards the nose of the car, she saw her Humvee pulling in and up towards the rear. Her hands were up a bit from her side, she was showing that she wasn’t hostile towards Tamara, unless Tamara decided to do something that would jeopardize Melissa’s own well being.
“Tamara, I’m Agent Inola. I’m your team’s contingency plan if something went south with the operation. Whoever that was that was chasing you knows what to look for and that is you and that car. Let’s put her in my vehicle, tranq her, and ditch the Lincoln.” The two male agents that were in the Humvee came out with handgun and shotgun at the ready as they stood on either side of the Humvee. Melissa raised her hand slowly to her neck and pulled out her GADEM credentials which was also holding onto her Military credentials. Taking the chain off from her neck, she tossed it over to Tamara with it landing on the hood of the vehicle in case she didn’t believe what the Agent said. “Mark...can you retrieve me my body armor and one of the tranqs from the back of my Humvee please?” The one with the pistol, Agent Mark, nodded his head and went to the back where he opened it and brought out the body armor and one of the tranqs as requested. He walked around the passenger side towards Inola and handed her the items. Putting the tranq into her mouth, she slid the body armor onto herself and tightened the straps so it was hugging every curve of her torso. Taking the tranq out, she walked closer to Tamara. Not saying anything as she kept her amber eyes on the mutant.
