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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/29/2017 3:28:58 PM
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[i]The armored behemoth and the woman with him were both familiar with such safehouses. SAD used to use them in Amoridia, and then the Valravyn. It was clever, admittedly. The best hiding one could do was in plain sight, blatant for all to see. It appeared that even in the Dojo, the little cleaning shop was uneventful, unnoticed, and generally ignored. That was precisely how they would want it. It was easier to operate like that.
The woman who entered was one that some around the Dojo had come to know by a different name. That was always a good rule of thumb for killers and espionage agents. Never throw around your real name. Callsigns, false names, false documents. All in the best interest of yourself. Nonetheless, the woman entered the building cooly, looking quite comfortable, despite appearing to have no armor and no weapons on herself. She wore a fur-lined leather jacket and tight jeans with a pair of combat boots, the cold not something she quite enjoyed. Her hair was up in a bun, and tucked into a beanie.
Behind her, the armored behemoth entered, his halberd across his back, his fur cloak covering it. His armor shined silver and orange, freshly polished. The grinning and almost horrific Snaggletooth mask he wore presented a truly terrifying visage. He appeared as some sort of demonic night of the future, having traded his steel for ceramic and titanium. If anyone who knew Farcon or Maelstrom was there, they would recognize Inferno.
He was hard to miss.[/i]
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The place was barren, save for a few milling service drones that carried loads of laundry and carted pieces of armour and weapons. Mason made his way over to Inferno and Widow, his stride a meticulous process of using his cane and dragging his brace-shackled leg along in a limp. "I've heard about two Maelstroms milling about here," the aging man yawned, "one on the run from that madman in armour, the other her bodyguard. So nice to finally meet you both." He extended his hand to Widow. "Mason Cartier, at your service." Mason didn't seem to hold a candle to the agents in front of him. While he did seem well-built and fit for his age, the crippled man was frail compared to the gorgeous Widow and the imposing Inferno.
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[i]Appearances too often were deceiving, something two highly-trained killers knew well. It was better to tread carefully on ice that could be thin. The remark about being a bodyguard irritated the armored titan quite a bit, though with his helm, it was impossible to tell. Widow smiled sweetly and took Mason’s hand, returning a greeting of her own, just to be certain they had come to the right place.[/i] “When kings fall...”
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Mason hesitated for a moment. There was a long, drawn-out silence - one that could've easily been the calm before any ensuing battle. "Ravens rise," he finally sighed, shaking his head and chuckling softly. "It's "when kings die". Ought to learn that before you say the wrong thing and get stuck because someone thinks you're a fake. I would apologize on behalf of our uptight employer, but it wouldn't mean all too much considering that man probably has a few screws loose with all that fanatic-talk." He shrugged. "Though sometimes he's the Dalai Lama compared to the crazies here."
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 1/3/2018 6:00:42 AM“The Vulture tends to head the pack of mongrels... they follow closely behind he who leads them to easy pickings, and yet occasionally he leads others his way, true predators.” [i]Inferno remarked coldly. It was pretty clear that he had a solid disdain for Lucien Farcon. Widow visibly shuddered, hand going immediately to her side.[/i] “Nonetheless I have come with information garnered by my companion. Her... reconnaissance... has brought me information on the whereabouts of another one of Maelstrom’s notable figures as well as information regarding the whereabouts of a notable mercenary. I believe I was issued orders to locate such individuals from Farcon.” [i]Inferno cut straight to his point. He wanted this done and he wanted another ally.[/i]
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While he noticed the larger assassin's distaste for Farcon, his attention lingered on Widow, who was clearly bothered by the mention of their employer. "Well there's no need to worry about an old man like me. I'm just a humble ex-agent doing contact work now." He tapped his cane against the ground twice. "Right, to business. Mr. Inferno, you mentioned that you have information regarding two persons of interest? A Maelstrom operative I can understand, but what of the other?"
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“High profile contract killer. He’s one of the few still in possession of Venom tech. He was involved with the American Central Intelligence Agency and their pursuit of Jackson Wolfe under an operator known as Atlas. His contact name is Sidewinder. Both he and our operator are being held in a high-security military prison in the northern Wildlands.” [i]He explained, rattling off the information his informants had gotten him.[/i] “Getting them out is going to be difficult but not impossible. We have agents on the inside but the terrain is completely against us. The prison rests in a mountain crevice, built into the walls. It’s fortified well and the region is known for whiteouts. We may or may not be able to get exfil into the region if the weather isn’t cooperating.” [i]Widow said, speaking up.[/i]
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He tapped his cane idly, taking in the information the duo relayed to him. "From what I know about our assets, don't worry about extraction. If there isn't a whiteout, then I have no doubt our employer will be more than willing to create a whiteout of his own." With a few taps on his watch's face, a holographic screen appeared in between him and the Maelstrom assassins, showing them what was on his personal interface. "The chairmen," he began with a colloquialism for the council of the Black Court, "have a very big interest in Venom tech. While I have my own Christmas list, command has prioritized something very special if they ever get in contact with former VINC Assets. Any record of their dealings with InGen..." He gave the duo a wry smile. "I'm betting you can guess why, since genetic editing seems to be their whole shtick. Hell, I heard one of our contacts here bagged two samples from the Courier's own home. Deathclaw and Cazador, it said on the record." Mason said the title of Alex Wilson with disdain, almost sounding like Inferno in terms of audible hatred.
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“As for their dealings with other companies, I have minimal information. I know that they purchased genetically engineered extinct species, but as for much else, I have no information.” [i]Inferno remarked.[/i] [i]Widow was silent, listening in cautiously. She had to admit that the whole concept of this genetic manipulation generally disturbed her. This was how monsters like Giger came to be.[/i]
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"All good. Just keeping you two up to date and giving you both the reason why this new development is gonna get all eyes from command." Mason gestured to the cleaning facility around him. "So I'm gonna assume you two didn't actually need anything cleaned. Well, other than bodies probably, but I have no doubt both of you are trained in that."
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“No, we’re good.” [i]Widow said quietly. Inferno silently watched the man, making no comment.[/i]
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He noticed Widow's apprehensiveness. "I'll say it again, Ms. Widow. No need to worry about me being Farcon or one of his chairmen. They said you were here to escape the Courier's reach... but I wouldn't fault you one bit if the distance from the Court was more reassuring." Mason didn't like Farcon any more than he had to. While he was a chairman as the main Dojo contact for the Valravyn, he had no love for the God-Eater. He had his job and he did it well. Nothing more and nothing less.
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[i]She understood that he meant well, and she gave an honest smile. She remained silent, however. Rachael knew she was blushing and wanted out of there as soon as possible. If only he knew why the Courier wanted her dead, or what Lucien had done to her... such was karma, and she probably had more coming.[/i] “Distance from the mongrels leaves me operating room.” [i]Inferno said, breaking the awkward silence.[/i] “And I intend to do as I have intended. We will be retrieving Shrike and Sidewinder. The payout, I assure you, will be worth the potential risk.”
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His eyes fell sideways to Inferno. "You left the mongrels for some even mangier dogs," his tone now surprisingly dark, "don't forget where you are. Living with the insane had made me cherish any inkling of sanity back on Amoridia. Even Farcon's kind." There it was again. That same disdain that was directed to the Courier in his earlier statement. An enemy of the Courier wouldn't be that surprising, considering his notorious reputation.
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[i]Inferno said nothing, silent as he watched the man. Widow looked rather uncomfortable, and ready to leave. After a moment, however, Inferno spoke coldly.[/i] “Tell Farcon I need a team. We move on the prison when I have enough men.”
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Mason nodded, his previous tone immediately dropping. "Consider it done. Anything else?" He wasn't blind to notice the duo's time having expired at Billhook.
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“No. But expect resistance when I return with my assets.” [i]Inferno remarked, before leaving, Widow following in tow.[/i] [spoiler]End until we pick up for the assault[/spoiler]
