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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Feb 22, 2008 0:13:25 GMT -5
"No prob. Uh, what was that you muttered? If you feel like awnsering..." she said aquardly. Actually, she heard her mutter Myers, but she wanted to clairify.
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Post by zpansven on Feb 27, 2008 1:51:48 GMT -5
"It's nothin', just thinkin' out loud," Brett mumbled. "There's someone out there, someone who's a friend, but with the chaos of Malton...can't stay in one place long, ya know? We might have passed within a few buildings of each other and never known... I just hope that my handler didn't send who I think he did..."
"Who?"
The question was soft and Brett wasn't thinking as she answered. "A merc I know, just a kid really -- probably around twenty by now, but... Myers never deserved the sh*t that happened to him growin' up..."
"Myers?" the questioning of the other woman's voice caused the scientist to nod absentmindedly, her eyes trained on the boarded up window.
"Maybe you have heard that name here in the UK but back in the US, where we're from, the stigma's pretty bad. The name of that monstrous serial killer..." Brett's head bowed and she sighed. "I don't knwo the kid personally, don't even know if he's even a he or not, with how he don't talk, doesn't take off that mask of his for anyone..."
"Mask?" the bewilderment in Sarah's voice caused the deep cover agent to let loose her infamous 'rabid hyena' laugh.
"Yeah. Wonder how he'll feel about running around in a quarantined city with a whole group of those white-masked psychos? Bad enough he'll be mistaken for his Daddy-Dearest, but here, they'll shoot him for looking like one of those crazy Knights!"
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Feb 27, 2008 11:55:06 GMT -5
"Look, if there's anything I can do to help you, go ahead and tell me." Sarah didn't like it if someone was after the rest of the group- even worse when the thing was living.
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Post by zpansven on Feb 27, 2008 15:21:02 GMT -5
"If I could find Myers, team-up with him...things would be great; I could get the Intel I have out of here and maybe help work on the vaccine to reverse this condition here in Malton. Myers is a good kid, I think ya'd like him -- he's bit of a stoic prick, but that's 'cause of how he was raised, ya know?"
"Work on the vaccine?" The speculation in Sarah's tone caused Brett to grin at her.
"Yeah. I can set up with a temporary lab with supplies that my handler will have dropped in, Myers will and whoever we recruit can work either security or on the vaccine. With all the people here that want things back to normal, want a cure...I think we'll have plenty of great minds and bodies to choose from..." the prematurely-grey scientist's smile suddenly dimmed. "Of course, with the death cultists and the hordes out there, that'll pose a major problem..."
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 2, 2008 1:34:35 GMT -5
"Not as much as a assassin would." she said dryly.
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Post by zpansven on Mar 2, 2008 18:39:58 GMT -5
"Yeah. That's where Myers comes in handy -- he's more then just a Merc; he's an actual assassin, so I bet he can help with security on that front..." Brett shifted, forcing herself to stand, rotating her wounded shoulder slowly and carefully. "Good work on this -- I should be healed up shortly..."
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 6, 2008 17:39:23 GMT -5
"You're welcome," she replied. "So, where do you think Myers is?"
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Post by zpansven on Mar 7, 2008 0:18:33 GMT -5
"Him? Anywahere. I've been trying to find him, but with the whole 'white mask', I get accused of being a Philosophe Knight sympathizer; he's also rather good at not being found unless he wants to be." Brett sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I just hope he's alright. He's a hard f*cker to kill, but then again, so am I and I've died a few times in this city..."
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Mik Myers was having a bad day.
Scratch that, not just a bad day, but a bad however long he'd been dropped in this Hellhole called Malton. When he found that deranged infiltrator...
...no, no killing allies. Bad Myers, bad!
The scout-turned-bounty-hunter stared down at the crude 'Wanted' poster of his target -- they had Brett's crazed smile right, but the rest... no, no good at all. The trail for Sinclair had gone cold but now it seemed to be picking up again as he'd overheard reporting from one Hunter about collecting on part of the bounty on the scientist's head. The bounty was still active though, meaning that there was still a threat....
In sheer reflex Myers suddenly leaned forward, dodging the swing of an axe; spinning gracefully on his heel, he came up and leveled his revolver in the surprised survivor's face. Pulling back on the hammer, the bounty hunter momentarily enjoyed the sight of the man's face going pasty white as the blood drained from his face as he stared down the barrel of the revolver. There was something familiar about this man and already the bounty hunter's sharp mind was going through the mental Rolodex of the most wanted from the Rogue's Gallery.
"Can I help you?" there was a dangerous purr in Myers' raspy voice and his dark eyes gleamed in the eyeholes of his bloodsmeared white porcelain mask. The man's face and identity suddenly presented itself and behind the porcelain of the blood-smear white of his mask, Myers' lips tightened. Ah, so that's why...
"W-we d-don't want none of you K-knights--"
The man's stammering sentence ended as Myers pulled back on the trigger; the bullet impacted, spraying blood and grey matter on the graffiti-covered wall behind where the man had stood. As the man's corpse fell with a lifeless, meaty thud to the floor, Myers slid the revolver back into its holster. Turning, he glared at the handful of remaining humans in the safehouse he had holed up in for a few hours rest.
"I am not a Philosophe Knight. I am not someone you wish to f*ck with. Remember this, unless you want to end up like that brainless wonder. If you see a white mask, run. Stay in Libraries or schools -- your safe there from the Knights...but not from me if you f*ck up and end up in the Rogue's Gallery." Myers snarled out as he straightened and his hand clenched around the 'Wanted' poster he still held, the cheaply printed paper crinkling loudly.
"I-if you aren't a Knight, w-why kill him?" a female survivor asked timidly and recoiled as the masked visage swung to stare at her.
"That man is KOS for the Rogues Gallery for serial rape and murder. Even many of the more notorious groups of serial killers in this city will kill his sort," Myers explained as he turned and strode towards the fire escape, shouldering his pack.
Brett Underwood-Sinclair... I will find you, the Bounty Hunter silently vowed.
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 7, 2008 3:11:06 GMT -5
"Ok, I'll look around for you." The determined glint in her eyes made little use for arguments. "It's getting late, and you should rest. I'll have Sandy stand watch tonight and warn her about Myers. As for me," she said as she got up, "Looks like I'm hunting down someone..."
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Post by zpansven on Mar 9, 2008 0:36:53 GMT -5
"okay, just be careful, he's a tricky lil bastard..." Brett mumbled before slumping over in weariness; as Sarah left, the prematurely grey scientist's snores soon echoed in the Motel room.
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Myers was glad for the hordes moving into the Northern part of Malton, seemingly driven in a migration due to the cold weather; it made tracking easier when he didn't have to worry as much about zombies interfering. Of course, with the snow melting, it made the Bounty Hunter wonder if they'd return to fill the Southern area of Malton, trailing after the surivors escaping the now extremely dangerous suburbs in the city...
The Sun would rise in a few hours; by then he would stop and find out what suburb he had crossed into -- this was an area he had yet to cross into, so who knew, perhaps this was where Sinclair had holed up....
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 9, 2008 1:54:31 GMT -5
Quietly, Sarah left the room and locked the door. After that, she went to her room, informed Sandy of the current watch settings, and headed out.
She headed south to the Needs first, looking for signs near the NecroTech groups.
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Meanwhile, Sandy paced the halls of the hotel, keeping the injured fencing foil and second-rate Snubs .22 close as she kept an eye out for trouble.
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Post by zpansven on Mar 11, 2008 21:18:22 GMT -5
When the sun rose, Myers could see the Mobile Mast several buildings away. The partially melted snow on the rooftop was slip and he stopped to rest in ironically enough a church; the building was quite strongly barricaded and deserted to both living and dead, the morning sunlights streaming through the broken stained glass windows. He sat at one of the few intact pews before the broken alter and for a moment, just sat and stared at the intact cross on the far wall.
Myers wasn't a particularly religious individual; in fact, he held a disdain for most organized religions, viewing them as the thing that made him what he was, made his entire life as f*cked up as it was -- a bunch of cults. Still, there was something about the Christian faith that inspired him, probably the sacrifice of the Christ...after all, he'd always known about sacrifice...
Blinking once to mentally banish his wandering thoughts, he shifted, reaching into one of the exterior pockets of his military-grade pack, the one he'd had with him since he was dropped into the hellhole called Malton; pulling out his GPS unit, he studied it before activating it. Unlike most of the standard GPS units in the city, his had been part of his gear, one of the few things he had with him since the drop. His dark eyes scanned the data on the unit's screen.
Current location West Grayside, about to cross into Wyke Hills. Hmm... Had half of Buckley Mall, four NecroTech buildings, two hospitals, two police departments, and one Fire Department. Those would be the first places to look and inquire about and sightings of Sinclair, then Auto Repairs, Motels, Factories, and Warehouses....then whatever is left...
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 13, 2008 1:18:12 GMT -5
Sarah had left the Needs by now and went to check Creedy Way PD, a little north of the Cosway
Sandy still patrolled the building, currently on the second floor.
((This reminds me of Masterminds for some reason. Trying to find someone as he's moving...))
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Post by zpansven on Mar 13, 2008 13:29:04 GMT -5
When he hadn't been able to decide where to start, he'd fallen back on an old and true method that he knew Brett to be an avid believer in -- he spun around a few time, then went in a random direction. It turns out he went east across the rooftops, skirting the border between suburbs; he paused first at the Hospital and searched it, finding only a few things he could make use of for his sparse medical kit -- he didn't need it but more then once he had come across those who did.
Growing bored and frustrated with lack of information, he moved onwards -- sometimes he wondered if he should just take his mask off when questioning people, though knew it'd take away from his intimidation factor and reveal what he really looked like. Dismissing this thought he stopped on the rooftop of a Police Department. Checking the GPS unit he carried revealed it to be called Creedy Way -- after the Fort, perhaps? Hmmm check there next after this suburb.....
Myers blinked and tucked his GPS unit away and strode over to the roof access while loosening the shotgun he wore strapped between his pack and back; he entered the police department with what looked to some like cockiness -- striding confidently through the hallways with a hand on the butt of the revolver he wore at his hip, the shotgun he wore rattling faintly with every step, but it was more for intimidation to show not to even think about starting sh*t with the masked heavily armed man.
As expected, many did double takes and some even retreated behind cover. Myers ignored them after his initial scan of the area; his attention was caught by the billboard set up with the 'Wanted' posters leaning up against the wall. Making a beeline towards it, he reached into the front pouch pocket of his black hoodie and retrieved the crumpled up flier. Holding it up, he compared the flier in his hand to the ones on the board. There was disappointment that only the KOS members of the Rogues Gallery on the board.
D*mnit! With a soft growl, the cheap paper in his hand crinkled loudly as he crumpled it up once more, shoving it back into the hoodie pouch. The black-clad bounty hunter turned on his boot heel and stalked back towards the stairs leading to the roof. Inside the stairwell, he paused on the landing outside the roof access before abruptly spinning, drawing his revolver and aiming it between the eyes of the woman on the stairs behind him.
"Its not nice to follow masked men with guns," he purred darkly. "What do you want, woman? Make it fast, I have a bounty to collect on..."
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on Mar 14, 2008 1:49:41 GMT -5
Sarah stopped and placed one hand in the carpet bag, reaching for either a serum or her magnum, she didn't even know.
"Myers I persume?" she said quietly, straitening up slightly.
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