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TheQueensGuard
Guest
Original poster
New Angeles
Eidos
Ashley Coleman
12:11 AM
Eidos
Ashley Coleman
12:11 AM
Her breath slowed and steadied as she watched the man. He was right, she was rambling. He caught it before she could slow down.
Well, atleast he hasn't kicked us out.
She thought to herself, making a mental note to make sure he didn't. She raised an eyebrow when the man said he was the doctor. She definitely didn't place him as the doctor type. Well, he was the only shot Nine had at surviving.
"How did he end up like this?"
Ashley thought back to the alleyway. She felt pressure around her neck, picturing the man with the metal arm choking her. Her hand brushed up against her throat as she rubbed it slowly. Her stomach curdled when she saw the man Nine had killed, his neck twisted at an odd angle. The lifelessness in his eyes. She felt like she was going to be sick.
Focus
A little voice nagged in her mind, pulling her back to reality. She shook her head. "Arcadia."She said the worlds slowly, like she was repeating them, before continuing. "I thought they were criminals roughing him up, trying to kidnap him or something. There was a guy that could turn his arm to metal, he probably did that to his body." She paused, looking over his various other wounds. They didn't look fresh, but older wounds that reopened. "I have no idea how he got the cuts. I just met him today, I don't even know his real name. They just called him 964. I call him Nine for short"
She took a deep breath. She was calm again. Nine was getting help. She did a good thing.
"Do you think he'll live Dr. Seamyar?"
She asked Lepton, slumping down in an empty chair. She was close enough to see what Lepton was doing to Nine, but not too close to get in the way.
She would have to call someone, to explain to her family that she wasn't just some criminal. Her parents maybe? No, she didn't want to be the one to have to tell them. Patricia She thought to herself. Patricia was her deceased older-brothers wife. The two were close, and she lived back in New York. She would believe her.
She felt her pockets, remembering her phone. She wasn't stupid enough to call from it, but could Arcadia can track phones, can't they? She let out a sigh of relief, she left her phone in her bag back in the alleyway. She laughed quietly to herself, she dodged a bullet there. Her face drained realizing that she had left her wallet in her bag as well. She glanced at Lepton as he observed Nine. She'd have to worry about payment later.
Well, atleast he hasn't kicked us out.
She thought to herself, making a mental note to make sure he didn't. She raised an eyebrow when the man said he was the doctor. She definitely didn't place him as the doctor type. Well, he was the only shot Nine had at surviving.
"How did he end up like this?"
Ashley thought back to the alleyway. She felt pressure around her neck, picturing the man with the metal arm choking her. Her hand brushed up against her throat as she rubbed it slowly. Her stomach curdled when she saw the man Nine had killed, his neck twisted at an odd angle. The lifelessness in his eyes. She felt like she was going to be sick.
Focus
A little voice nagged in her mind, pulling her back to reality. She shook her head. "Arcadia."She said the worlds slowly, like she was repeating them, before continuing. "I thought they were criminals roughing him up, trying to kidnap him or something. There was a guy that could turn his arm to metal, he probably did that to his body." She paused, looking over his various other wounds. They didn't look fresh, but older wounds that reopened. "I have no idea how he got the cuts. I just met him today, I don't even know his real name. They just called him 964. I call him Nine for short"
She took a deep breath. She was calm again. Nine was getting help. She did a good thing.
"Do you think he'll live Dr. Seamyar?"
She asked Lepton, slumping down in an empty chair. She was close enough to see what Lepton was doing to Nine, but not too close to get in the way.
She would have to call someone, to explain to her family that she wasn't just some criminal. Her parents maybe? No, she didn't want to be the one to have to tell them. Patricia She thought to herself. Patricia was her deceased older-brothers wife. The two were close, and she lived back in New York. She would believe her.
She felt her pockets, remembering her phone. She wasn't stupid enough to call from it, but could Arcadia can track phones, can't they? She let out a sigh of relief, she left her phone in her bag back in the alleyway. She laughed quietly to herself, she dodged a bullet there. Her face drained realizing that she had left her wallet in her bag as well. She glanced at Lepton as he observed Nine. She'd have to worry about payment later.
New Angeles
Slums
Vector Anderson
1:00 PM
Slums
Vector Anderson
1:00 PM
Though Vector left the old office building, his thoughts remained on the hostage inside. Pulled to the front of the office were various PeaceKeeper vehicles, forming a perimeter. Among the vehicles was Vectors private car, the cadet from earlier resting by it with a tablet, scrolling through it. Vector rested his rifle on his shoulder and made his way to the car, unloading his rifle and setting it inside on the seat. He started to peel off his combat gear, his body sweating underneath it.
He tossed his jacket and shirt into the backseat of the car, reaching into his back to pull out a gray tank top, slipping it on over his body. Around his neck still hung his PeaceKeeper badge. His hair hung down in front of his face, and he pushed it backwards away from his face. He reached into his pack, pulling out a second hat and setting it over his hair. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes in the side of the pack, pulling one out before returning the pack back into his bag. He lit the smoke and let it rest in his mouth.
An ambulance came down the road, pulling up to the side of the road. He whistled at the cadet. "Hey kid, who's the ambulance for?" The cadet made his way to Vector, his eyes glancing at the ambulance. "Err, there was a little commotion sir. Someone shot the man in the knee cap, then knocked him unconscious." Vector smiled, but held a confused look on his face. "Someone? Not one of our guys?" The cadet shook his head. "No sir." He pulled up a picture of the woman in cuffs. "We're looking her up in the database, but haven't found her yet."
Vector paused and took a closer look at the girl, taking a puff of his cigarette. He pressed on his arm, a monitor flipping open as he scrolled through it. "That's the girl from earlier, the one that triggered Eleven at the site." He began, sliding over to a page labeled "Eleven". "I had the drone face-match her in the database. Her name is Alexandra Morris. AKA, the Morrigan. She works-sorry worked', with D.E.E.R"
He smirked, flipping the monitor down. "Looks like this is a case for Arcadia. She was operating in America without a pass it looked like." The cadet nervously licked his lips. "But sir, she interfered with a Peacekeeper investigation. She knocked out Sloan!" Vector nodded and pointed towards the ambulance. "Yeah, and she shot the guy in the knee. Less work for us to do. Where she being help at?"
The cadet motioned to a black SUV, a group of guards gathered around it awaiting orders. Nodding to the cadet, Vector made his way to the SUV, ordering the guards to give him some room. He knocked on the door of the SUV, opening the back door and looked in at the prisoner
Her face was cute, aggravated hazel eyes looked up at the Detective as he leaned on the door of the vehicle.
"Knock, Knock. How's it going Morrigan?"
He tossed his jacket and shirt into the backseat of the car, reaching into his back to pull out a gray tank top, slipping it on over his body. Around his neck still hung his PeaceKeeper badge. His hair hung down in front of his face, and he pushed it backwards away from his face. He reached into his pack, pulling out a second hat and setting it over his hair. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes in the side of the pack, pulling one out before returning the pack back into his bag. He lit the smoke and let it rest in his mouth.
An ambulance came down the road, pulling up to the side of the road. He whistled at the cadet. "Hey kid, who's the ambulance for?" The cadet made his way to Vector, his eyes glancing at the ambulance. "Err, there was a little commotion sir. Someone shot the man in the knee cap, then knocked him unconscious." Vector smiled, but held a confused look on his face. "Someone? Not one of our guys?" The cadet shook his head. "No sir." He pulled up a picture of the woman in cuffs. "We're looking her up in the database, but haven't found her yet."
Vector paused and took a closer look at the girl, taking a puff of his cigarette. He pressed on his arm, a monitor flipping open as he scrolled through it. "That's the girl from earlier, the one that triggered Eleven at the site." He began, sliding over to a page labeled "Eleven". "I had the drone face-match her in the database. Her name is Alexandra Morris. AKA, the Morrigan. She works-sorry worked', with D.E.E.R"
He smirked, flipping the monitor down. "Looks like this is a case for Arcadia. She was operating in America without a pass it looked like." The cadet nervously licked his lips. "But sir, she interfered with a Peacekeeper investigation. She knocked out Sloan!" Vector nodded and pointed towards the ambulance. "Yeah, and she shot the guy in the knee. Less work for us to do. Where she being help at?"
The cadet motioned to a black SUV, a group of guards gathered around it awaiting orders. Nodding to the cadet, Vector made his way to the SUV, ordering the guards to give him some room. He knocked on the door of the SUV, opening the back door and looked in at the prisoner
Her face was cute, aggravated hazel eyes looked up at the Detective as he leaned on the door of the vehicle.
"Knock, Knock. How's it going Morrigan?"
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