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Post by Cai Dorough on Jan 18, 2018 23:46:05 GMT -5
"Doubt it," Cai replied, peering through the door again. "If the cameras were working, they'd definitely have some in the rooms here with all of their stuff. Seeing as no one is busting through the doors with to shoot us right now, I'm guessing they're all still down. I burned their network, so its gonna be a while before they get any optics back online, thats why they got so many people roaming about and searching for us. Can't have them seeing my face all over the place, can I?" So far, the only ones that had seen him roaming about were all dead, and hopefully everyone else would assume he was one of the other guests who had fled the scene when shots started going off. The mercenary ducked back in the room and closed the door gently.
Cai cracked his knuckles and then his neck, readying himself. He motioned for Fitz to be quiet and counted off a few moments on his hand. Three... Two... One. Footsteps passed by the door out in the hall and Cai reached one hand out quickly, covering the passing ogron's mouth as he yanked him back into the room. Before the ogron could fight back, surprised by the action as it was, Cai snapped his neck with a quick yank and carefully lay the body on the ground next to the door.
"Well, now we have a gun," Cai smirked, pulling the rifle from the sentry and tossing it to Fitz. The less noise he made, the better chance they had of getting out of there without anyone getting a hold of him. So far, no one knew who he was and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he could. Even if it was pretty fun to mess with Fitz.
Cai took the beast's knife and gave a quick, experimental flip, grimacing at the balance and short edge. It'll have to do, for now. "I assume you know how to use that, yeah?" The mercenary eyed the other man for a short moment before shrugging internally. "Just... you know... keep that end pointed at the bad guys, okay?"
"Now, what the hell is it that you're looking for? We need to get the frak out of here, like, five minutes ago dude."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 20:27:37 GMT -5
"You did that, did you? That'd explain why they scarpered earlier instead of giving me their full attention. Can't say I wasn't glad to see 'em go," he muttered underbreath.
He had to admit, he hadn't expected that. For one, ogrons were no joke. They were burly and big and generally that was why they made good body guards. Their necks were about the size of regular man's thighs put together and to see one done in like that made Fitz take a careful look over the man who had done the deed. Not only was that trained, but he was also stronger than he looked. A lot stronger. For two, that was just damn cold blooded.
Fitz got over his shock quick and snatched at the rifle before it could hit the floor. He looked it over, checking out what kind it was and anything else he knew about the type. It, like the ogron, was mostly for intimidation. The rest, well it was because people like this feller and himself got into places like this and tended to get up to bad news.
"Yep, I do," he said. Bad guys was relative, but so far aside from setting him up for a patsy which, truth be told, could have ended in his death, at least lately he hadn't tried to kill him. It would have to do.
"I should ask you the same thing, but somehow I get that you already found it, didn't you?" he asked. "Right, let's scarper." the whole thing was blown and the best he could do was get the hell out of there. Though he wanted to find out what this bloke had gotten his hands on...
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Post by Cai Dorough on Feb 28, 2018 20:59:52 GMT -5
"Well, yeah, of course," he replied with a shrug, as if it was obvious, "I didn't spend all night getting captures and locked up. You know, you really should work on your spy skills. I'm not always gonna be around to pull your scrawny butt outta the fire, you know?" Cai shook his head, mumbling about "kids these days and their getting caught and their MyTubes." He waved for Fitz to follow him and ducked through the door again, moving off to the right end of the hall.
Through the kitchen access for the auction hall, he could hear the milling crowds being searched and forced to exit the building. No luck that way it seemed. Ogron grunts echoed down the halls and a deep voice bellowed from somewhere to search faster. The mercenary stopped at a corner and waved for Fitz to catch up. He peered around the edge and saw that the coast was clear, so they continued.
He didn't make it far, however, before a large pair of hairy hands burst through a door and grabbed him by the throat. A huge creature slammed its way out of the nearby room and ran Cai into the wall. It smelled of must and wet fur, and its breath was hot on his face. With a growl, the beast began slamming Cai repeatedly into the wall. The mercenary grunted, trying to talk, but only managed a word in between every crushing blow.
"We. Just. Wanted. Our. Free. Samples."
The creature growled in Cai's face, its tongue flopping wetly around in its mouth. The mercenary snatched hold of the beast's tongue and yanked it hard, ripping clear out of its mouth. The creature dropped Cai in shock and pain, whimpering as it backed away from him. Blood trailed after it in a heavy streak on the floor.
"I bet this is a delicacy somewhere," he thought out loud, tucking the tongue away in his pocket. "I'll make a stew later. Unless this is what you came for? I'd be willing to share for some gummy bears."
Bullets zinged by head as guards rushed toward the sound of the beast's howls. Cai cursed under his breath and pulled Fitz along after him quickly. "We'll talk details later," he yelled over the gunfire, "I'll cut you a fair deal!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 13:42:28 GMT -5
The guy's patter was annoying and somehow vaguely familiar, but mostly annoying. Fitz shot him a look. "You mean, you spent some time getting /me/ captured and locked up, as your patsy. But you know, usually getting taken in does provide some intel. Not this time though...not directly anyways." Best play along anyhow, as there wasn't much to be done about it. He was free now and he had stumbled onto something important, even if he was not entirely sure what could be done about it. He followed the man along. Stealth might not be his number one strong suit, but he was savvy enough now not to make idle conversation - even if his companion occasionally seemed to make commentary under his breath.
Fitz took several steps back as the door imploded in. He knew ogrons were strong, but the alien turned the door to matchsticks. Cai took a beating in less time than he had to raise the gun to fire on their attacker (Fitz was relatively certain that the ogron could probably take a few regular bullets, though what happened next made Fitz flinch at the raw viciousness and grotesque spectacle. Again. He wondered if the shock of what this man was capable of was going to wear off, but it seemed not yet.
He looked at Cai, plainly horrified despite the danger. "Definitely not what I came for, mate."
"Tell you what, you keep it," he said, ducking quickly. "Let's get the hell out of here..." The bullets rained down as he ran. Fitz zigged and zagged, trying to make it less likely to be hit anywhere too important. This whole thing had turned into a mess and if he didn't get out of it alive, Jack was going to kill him. "How are we going to get out of here, if they've barricaded the place? Need a diversion of some kind," he said. Fitz had a feeling the guy was going to be very good at that...
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Post by Cai Dorough on Mar 18, 2018 21:46:26 GMT -5
"A diversion? Oh, that sounds perfect!" Fitz and Cai were tearing down the hall, dodging bullets as the guards chased them. "Duck!" Without waiting Cai whipped around, jumping up and kicking off the wall with one foot to get around Fitz, then flung his stolen knife at their pursuers. The blade sank to the hilt in the lead chaser's throat, dropping the man instantly. The guards following him tripped over the body and went down in a jumble. The mercenary grinned and picked right back up running behind Fitz.
"Diverting with style," he said with a chuckle. He urged Fitz along with a firm hand on his shoulder blade, pushing the man as much as he was running. "This next part, though, you're not gonna like so much."
They were nearing the end of the hall and, with it, their room for escape. The doors to either side would most likely be locked and he didn't have much in the way of tools to pry them open. Normally he would just kick the door in, but they were all reinforced and would no doubt just bounce him off. The window at the end of the hall, however...
"Did I ever tell you my theory about people not putting alarms on upper floor windows?" Cai reached under Fitz's arm as they ran and grabbed the rifle, aiming it up at the window. He squeezed the trigger for several seconds, ripping glass and frame from the wall in a raucous clatter. Keeping his other hand firmly on Fitz's back to shove him forward, the mercenary pushed the two of them through the new opening in the wall.
"Hold your breath!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 12:38:47 GMT -5
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Post by Cai Dorough on Apr 2, 2018 11:26:25 GMT -5
The fall only last a few seconds, though it felt longer with so many things happening at once. They burst through the opening in the wall where the window had been torn away, Cai pushing hard against the frame to drive them further away from the building and over the open street. Fitz instinctively tried to grab hold of something to stop his fall, but he was too far away now to reach anything. Heads poked out of the opening a second later, furious and screaming for the others to get to the ground floor.
Cai rolled over and took in a deep breath just in time as the two of them hit the trash below, splashing down within inches of slamming into the side of the truck bed. Thankfully the escape plan had managed to get there on time or one of them would have been splattered across the pavement. The mercenary sputtered as debris got into his mouth and pulled himself up toward the top of the pile, taking a deep breath.
"Ah, perfect," he said cheerily, laying back a bit to catch his breath, "another man's treasure." He'd arranged for the truck to be there so he could hide in the garbage to get away unseen, but he'd not planned on having a tag-along and being chased in the process. Still, he'd gotten what he'd come for, and that was something.
The dark outside was thick and heavy, the truck rumbling down the causeway and shaking trash and various juices around in the back. Without a light, Cai's eyes resumed their soft purple glow, lighting his vision so he could see better. He'd preferred the green of his last face, but he'd not figured out a way to get them back.
"You in here somewhere, Patsy?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 21:01:49 GMT -5
One second they were freefalling toward the street and then next, Fitz was face down amongst so many garbage bags. At least he hadn't broken anything much. Maybe just a few ribs...but he was alive. He made a few attempts to turn himself over, like a fish heading upstream and pulled something rancid off of his coat. "Ugh..." he muttered. They were on a truck, a moving truck. He looked up towards where the building had been, where they'd plummeted downwards, there was not much to see as it was night. But they were on their way down the street
He gave a sudden laugh brought on by a wave of hysteria and relief."Hell, mate you realise we nearly died about twenty five times just now...did you really plan all that or was it just fly by the seat of your pants the whole time? Nevermind, not sure I want to know...though I do wanna know what you was in there to get. I assume you got it. But if you have to kill me if you tell me, let's not. You didn't go to all that trouble just for it to end that way..."
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Post by Cai Dorough on Apr 17, 2018 19:56:21 GMT -5
"Twenty times? Was that all?" Cai tried counting off on his fingers but lost track at six, waving a hand through the air to dismiss the claim. "Seems low. I must be getting rusty in my unaging. But you I think you're focusing on the wrong things, Patsy. Of course I planned it! I got into the auction building without being noticed once! I mean, yeah, everything after that kinda went sideways and we got shot at a buncha times because you had to go and get captured, but like you said, it was only twenty times! Way I see it, job well done."
"Nevermind, not sure I want to know...though I do wanna know what you was in there to get. I assume you got it. But if you have to kill me if you tell me, let's not. You didn't go to all that trouble just for it to end that way..."
"Me? I just came for the glamorous dresses and those little mini hot dogs. Big ol' zilch on that one, running low on the swank. I'm thinking all of those illegal aliens ate them all before I got there, freaking chumps. On the bright side, I did get to stab someone with a pen, so that was cool. And I stole a diary of a mad black woman, thats gotta be worth something. Some codes, some data logs, some shipment plans, all kinds of goodies. Oh! This is my stop!"
A single gunshot cracked in the air, the bullet slicing through the hydraulic line of the back of the truck. A metallic squeal filled the air as the drop door at the back of the truck loosened and the trash began to empty from the bed in a slimy, smelly torrent. The truck slammed on its breaks, the driver probably concerned over what had happened to his truck, but the drain was too quick to prevent. First Fitz and then Cai slid from the truck bed with the trash fall and rolled out on to the street. Cai laughed as he slid out and came to a stop on the asphalt, then began dusting off bits of refuse as he climbed to his feet.
"How about you? Get what you wanted? Sure took your sweet time in that interrogation room."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 22:24:43 GMT -5
"I got captured /because you/ set me up to get captured, so how didn't that fit into the plan?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "'Sides, they wanted you when they got me. You did a switch, so what's up with you then? They already red flagged you...you're not on the guest list but they knew you...unless that lady you spoke to was your inside person." He stopped talking a moment then muttered, "What d'you mean unaging?"
"I bet you did. They had fancier fare than hot dogs, some of it from off planet. Delicacies there, even. You stole a diary? All this was over a log book...whose log book was it?"
He talked fast that one and by the time the last bit he said caught up Fitz found himself sliding along the bed and out onto the street. He tumbled a few times and his knee sank into a puddle. He glanced up. Truck tyre blew out. Fitz spat a bit of something out of his mouth, what he didn't want to closely examine. "Nope, didn't get what I wanted. Got another mystery, haven't I?" he said, looking at him. "Eh, probably should scarper before the driver comes after us with a tyre iron..." Or with their luck, something worse. "C'mon, do you and your diary need a drink? Cuz I do."
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Post by Cai Dorough on May 13, 2018 21:07:27 GMT -5
He talked fast that one and by the time the last bit he said caught up Fitz found himself sliding along the bed and out onto the street. He tumbled a few times and his knee sank into a puddle. He glanced up. Truck tyre blew out. Fitz spat a bit of something out of his mouth, what he didn't want to closely examine. "Nope, didn't get what I wanted. Got another mystery, haven't I?" he said, looking at him. "Eh, probably should scarper before the driver comes after us with a tyre iron..." Or with their luck, something worse. "C'mon, do you and your diary need a drink? Cuz I do."
Cai inhaled sharply and made a high pitched noise, clapping his hands across his cheeks in a vapid manor. "OH-EM-GEE, on the first date? Why, Mr. Beauregard, you DO go on." Cai pulled a slimy orange peel from his shoulder and tossed it into the pile of trash, along with the gun, before stepping up onto the sidewalk. "If I say yes, it is totally an invitation to get into my pants, but I have to warn you that there are currently several other occupants to include what I can only assume are discarded coffee grounds and old pudding."
He looked up to the left and shook his right leg a bit, jostling loose a brownish sludge that he could only hope actually was pudding and coffee. "Okay, lets find some baby wipes at least. And they better be Huggies, not some BS generic brand garbage wipes. That crap is sandpaper and does not deserve to grace my supple bottom."
Six packs of baby wipes (Huggies, woo!) and an hour later, Cai and Fitz sat at nearby bar with several drinks stacked on the table around them. Most of them were Cai's, his super-charged metabolism making it super difficult for him to even catch a buzz. He chugged down his eighth beer and chased it with his fourteenth shot before shoveling a large bite of his third bacon cheeseburger into his mouth.
"So I says to her," he continued, speaking around his mouth full of food, "if you're gonna hire a monkey to kill me, it seems racist to actually pay him in bananas. Can you believe that? People these days, no consideration or decency. I mean, you get it." He finished his beer and chucked over his shoulder, the bottle sinking into the trashcan across the room without his looking. Another bottle soon emptied in a few seconds and again flew into the trashcan.
"So, Patsy, what was it you were after back there? Something cool? Or did you come for the hot dogs too? I say we picket their next meetup, that'll show them we are not amused."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2018 21:18:55 GMT -5
"I'll try to hold myself back," he said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm not into three or moresomes that include pudding pants. There are very few lines but that's one of 'em."
"Failing a shower I agree, It'd be a poor show to die of disease where we failed to die of lead poisoning earlier."
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Having scraped off crud and washed up as best possible with a pack of wipes and a sink, he was watching the other man demolish pints like only a Time Lord could. He looked at the remaining beer in his glass, finished it and then pointed at the man with a drunken squint. "Are you even a little bit legless, at all?" For his own part, yes he was slightly drunk but he'd been drunker. And he'd felt like he had been drunk, when he travelled by various time travel devices.
"First off, it's Fitz. Second off, I was told that there'd be something good, something hidden that would be worth checking out. Instead I found you and you found whatever it was that was sposed to be so important. Some kind of diary was it? That don't seem threatening or nothing like that. So what d'you want it for? Money?" he asked, reaching out for some chips that were left on his plate. "Or do you do that kind of thing for the kicks?" Course, with his luck, this feller here was the real danger and whatever was in his pocket was at best an odd curiosity.
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Post by Cai Dorough on Feb 28, 2019 23:03:53 GMT -5
Cai considered the question for a moment, mindlessly swirling the last bit of his beer at the bottom of the bottle. He'd often asked himself the same questions, though quite literally in his sense where other realities of his self would invade his mind to assault him with endlessly painful badgering. Since his face had changed, particularly, he'd questioned his own motives in every action he'd taken. It hadn't been easy, or graceful, through the changes he'd been forced into; to a greater degree less so had been the changes he'd made himself, even before he'd met his impossible seeming death to discover it had only been another form of extending his already never-ending life. Questions of "why?" had gradually and uncontrollably become declarations of "why not?"
If Rayleigh could see him now, could she ever reconcile what she saw with the father she knew? Would she recognize him at all?
Across from him, Fitz waited for an answer, same goofy look on his face that Cai remembered. Too bad everyone couldn't get a space-time energy magical nip-tuck.
"Not everything needs a reason, dude. You gotta learn to loosen up a bit, enjoy the ride. Carpe diem, my man. Seize the... carp." Cai drank the last sip of his beer and set it aside on the table, releasing a belch that emanated from his knees. "Take me for example, see? Life of the party. And death for a whole bunch of them, when I think about it. Hmm, now that I actually DO think about it, perhaps I wasn't the best dinner guest. I've heard that stealing stuff doesn't make a whole bunch of friends. Well, unless you're friends with a bunch of other thieves, in which case I'm sure stealing stuff is pretty much just a Tuesday night out. So, I stole a thing, for some friends who are giving me money, because I get a kick out of kicking people who try to stop me from stealing things that are worth money. Win win, right?"
Cai checked around with a few quick glances and, once satisfied no one was watching them, used the knife from his plate to slice a quick line down his arm. Blood gushed from the wound for a few seconds as he dug inside the flesh and removed the flash drive in a bag, setting it on the table. As soon as he removed his fingers from the wound in his arm, the flesh began to stitch itself up, sealing the six inch cut in a minute. The mercenary pulled a few extra baby wipes from his pocket and cleaned the blood from the table and his hands, as well as the bag.
"See, the thing is, I'm not giving the prize to the friends with the money. Call it altruism, or insanity, or blargelsphatter, but I've helped raise enough secret organizations to power in my day, thought I'd give the other way a shot. Of course, when they find out they're not getting the thing they want, they're gonna send an army of highly trained assassins and mercenaries to torture and eventually kill me, but hey, whats life without a little excitement? And this little baby right here," he said, holding up the baggy with the flash drive, "is my big stick. Funny how you just find this stuff laying around. This thing could take down an entire interplanetary smuggling operation, in the right hands." Cai let that hang in the air for a second, let it sink in. "Fun, right?"
He slid the baggy across the table and offered a sly grin. "I can't wait for "Bring Your Daughter to Work" day."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 2:34:19 GMT -5
Fitz's expression clouded and he was about to reply when Cai pulled out a knife. He tensed up, watching him and instead of flinging it at him or threatening him, or anything that would make a lick of sense, he instead took the knife and sliced at his arm instead. "Whoa! Hey, now..." He stared in alarm and then a rebound of confusion. The wound all but healed itself in moments, right in front of his eyes. "What the hell...I suppose you're not going to tell me how you managed that, are you?"
"So, you gave them the old switcheroo...alright...and the stuff? Where's all that black market stuff going to go, the fleamarket?" He considered that and said, "Look, I'm going to go out on a limb here, too, right? Because first, frankly you scare the piss out of me, and two, even though you set me up you got me out. I can't say that's never happened before, and I ended up friends with some of 'em. And third, if you wanted me dead, I'd be dead and not drinking my liver away. So, what's the deal?"
He eyed the flash drive. "Part of me thinks you're setting me up, again mate."
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