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Post by Brian Cragen on Sept 7, 2005 16:49:01 GMT -5
"I get that alot," Cragen replied cooly. He knew Hannibal didn't have the intention to pull out his pistol and plant a few bullets in his chest, but he still felt a slight worry at the vampire hunter's attitude. "But, my transparency isn't the issue. If Elijah is able to succeed in his work, this, new breed could very easily conquer humanity. The fate of the world is at stake, and there are six more members to recruit. Without the intention to be cliche, time is of the essence." He stood back, eyeing the two leaders with respect and hope. "Good luck, both of you, and to the others on the team. Your transportation is outside."
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 16:54:59 GMT -5
Sara rolled her eyes, grabbing both files Cragen had given them, and stood up. The Witchblade swirled and gave Sara the impression it was happy with her. Well, least one of us is. Think you might stop it with all the visions now? I don't have any medicine with me. Sara knew pleading with the mystical weapon wasn't going to gain any sympathy from the Witchblade, but sometimes she couldn't help it.
"Ready to go?" Sara asked King as she headed towards the door. She paused in her stride, waiting for him. "We can figure out who to recruit first in the, whatever they gave us for transportation."
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 18:04:28 GMT -5
With a final glare at Cragen, King walked heavily after her. Had he even caught her name? He reckoned he had, and it would come back to him in a minute; he was just processing everything he'd been told. "Let's get out of here," he said as he overtook her and opened the doors, pacing out of them and only stopping when he was halfway down the corridor that had led them to the room.
The further he got from that man in that room, then the happier he would be.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 18:27:57 GMT -5
Sara headed after King, giving the larger file a look over. There were three more males and three more females to recruit, the males appearing to pose the most difficulty, if the file was to be trusted. One was ex-goverment, actually. Save him for last, longer we get to prepare. Since I don't think anybody likes government people, even if they are ex.
Catching up with King, she handed the files over to him. "Our team list. Three females, three males. One of the males used to work for the government. Also said he was highly dangerous. I figure we save him for last, and everybody can get used to the idea of having to work with ex-government. Including myself," Sara added, her tone indicating she didn't like those types either.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 18:40:19 GMT -5
Flicking through the need-to-know, he caught names and faces, and actually faltered in step. "Wait, how old's this one?" He folded back the cover, and held out the file for Sarah, a look of almost humoured disbelief crossing his face. "They want a kid on the team?"
He'd had enough problems with Zoe, and she wasn't even expected to do any kind of duty, or be in any kind of team. Quite the opposite in fact. Which reminded him; he would have to call Caulder; tell him to take care of the kid while he was with these... misfits.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 18:48:52 GMT -5
Sara glanced at who he was referring to, then offered a shrug. "Don't ask me. I'm not the brains behind this operation, I'm just expected to lead it alongside you," Sara stated with an incredulous look and long sigh. "I'm just as confused as you are, probably more so," she added, glancing at her bracelet. "And whenever things get a little clearer, the price I pay for it is a migraine." Yeah, I'm talking to you down there. You can stop swirling with happiness now. It's irritating.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 19:12:24 GMT -5
King shrugged as well, turning the file back to himself as they headed out of the building. The black SUVs were gone — and not a moment too soon, he thought, considering how tempting it had become to put a silver stake through one of the wheels — and instead, their transportation had been left for them. Oh look, and there was fancy-pants, obviously waiting to give them their keys.
“Looks like it’s our lucky day,” he quipped dryly from their place at the door, indicating the man and their ‘transportation’.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 19:24:14 GMT -5
Sara shoved her hands in her pockets as she eyed the car they were to use. She missed her bike. Not that she had anything against cars, and the one they were getting - amazingly not an SUV, but a Ford Mustang of the silver variety instead of black - was certainly a nice car, but she hadn't driven anything other than her bike in, well, ages. Least there wouldn't be any arguements over who was driving, unless King couldn't.
"I assume you can and want to drive?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and dry smirk. Glancing from their keys being held out for them to take to King, she gave him a shrug that meant she didn't mind riding on the passanger side. She always did when on duty.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 19:27:11 GMT -5
King hadn’t taken his eyes off the beautiful car since he’d realised what it was. At the sound of Sarah’s double question, he quickly answered, “Yes, and yes. Absolutely.” He nodded, handing her the files at once, before jogging down the steps and taking the keys from the man. “Thanks, fancy-pants. See you around, huh? You have a nice day now, and don’t work too hard.” He gave a positively devious grin as he moved around to the driver door, unlocked it, and slipped behind the wheel. He waited for Sarah to get in, using that time to run his hands over the wheel.
Oh yeah… this was one gorgeous car…
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 19:48:51 GMT -5
Sara shook her head, chuckling softly to herself as she held the files and headed after King, who was now acting like a boy - and reminding her even more of Jake. Speaking of Jake, how was she going to give him, and more importantly, Danny, word that she was okay? She'd have to ask Cragen about that later, after everyone was recruited. Slipping into the passanger's seat, Sara looked over the files and buckled up. "I say was go after this one first, Kate MacLeod," Sara stated, pointing at the picture and info page for Miss MacLeod. "She's in Paris. Might be good to get those out of the country first."
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 19:59:52 GMT -5
The hunter glanced at the files, and nodded. “After the immortal it is then.” He started up the car, giving a slight noise of utter satisfaction; listen to that purr! If it was possible to fall in love with a car, it was quite possible he was at the moment. Realising, or rather remembering, that he wasn’t alone, he cleared his throat. “Shall we?” Taking the car away from the curb, he murmured to himself, “Let’s see what this baby can do.” A playful smirk came over his face, as he did just that.
Speeding probably wasn’t the best idea, but he kept close enough to the limit for it to be overlooked. Hopefully.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 20:05:43 GMT -5
Sara resisted the urge to be a cop and tell King to slow down. Instead she opted to read over all the files, and a map, and smirk to herself as they headed out. "There's a private, government owned airport twenty miles from here, it's circled on the map. I'm thinking we're supposed to go there," Sara remarked absently, glancing up at King. "Ever flown before?" she asked, genuinely curious. She hadn't, so she wondered if he had any advice for a first time flyer, or would share the experience himself.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 20:12:15 GMT -5
Something of a fan of classic cars, King had no problem operating the stick-shift in the Mustang, not even glancing at her as he weaved past an old Honda. “Nice of ‘em to give us directions.” Turning onto the street they needed to get to — he’d spared a glance for reference during the stretch of straight road before the turn — the airport, he said in response to her question, “I’ve flown. So long as you’ve got your bag in front of you in the seat, and a nice flight attendant, it’s a barrel of laughs. Doesn’t hurt to have something with a kick to drink either; you don’t notice the turbulence.”
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 20:17:11 GMT -5
Sara nodded, looking, overjoyed, at the new experience she would be having soon. "Long as we aren't hijacked or end up crashing, I'll be fine," she stated, closing up the file and slipping the map in there, just in case they might need it again. She didn't think they would, but she figured better safe than sorry. The Witchblade swirled slightly, but nothing else. Sara got the impression it was still happy with her for doing this. You really do want me to remove all my attachments, don't you? Sara thought somewhat angrily, but didn't let her mind go farther than that. She had a plainride to survive, she didn't need old memories of doomed relationships popping up.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 20:22:20 GMT -5
“Well, we’re co-leaders for a reason, aren’t we? Any hijackers will have their asses handed to them. Either that or we’ll see what’s it’s like to jump from a plane freestyle.”
After a few more minutes of silence in which they covered a fair distance, King finally found himself asking, “So if you don’t mind me being inquisitive, what is it that you do? We were all ‘recruited’ for a reason, right? So I figure it’d be best for at least the two of us to have all the facts before we meet this immortal, and whoever else we’re picking up.”
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