Too Little, Too Late. (Open RP)

**Pyraci** · 09/10/2007 12:43:11

"I'm in." A young woman spoke into the receiver of an early 50's model telephone before slowly removing it from the side of her face. Suddenly, an operator's voice replied, hastefully trying to get her attention.

"Hey...Eh, you sure you don't need anything else? This place isn't exactly safe for us anymore."

She moved the receiver back to her face to reply. "I know it isn't. The only reason we're still alive is because someone decided it was feasible to let us live. Now, we can sit here and b1tch about how we don't have anyone to help us, or we can do something about the situation and get home, if we even have a home to go to anymore."

"Traice... just don't do anything stupid. The commander already wants to throw us in the stockade."

"We'll deal with the commander if we can get this piece of $#!T back down there." She hung the phone up and walked towards the door of the old, condemned pawn shop. As she approached the exit, the audible footsteps of three men could be heard, reaching the door from the other side. The men began to speak as she listened from inside the room.

"She's here..."

"The target..."

"Yes."

"That means the strike failed"

"...then we proceed as planned."

Traice stepped away from the door, looking around the room for another exit and fixed her eyes on a small window that was on the same level with the street outside. She reached under the counter the phone was sitting on and picked up an MP5K sub-machine gun, pointing it towards the door while sidestepping to the window.

As the Agents began to pound on the door, she leapt through the window, rolling across the sidewalk onto the street. As the driver of an oncoming taxi cab slammed his brakes, violently swerving to avoid her, she jumped again, rolling on top of the roof of the car and opened fire at one of the Agents that emerged from the building. The pedestrians in the otherwise quiet Mannsdale neighborhood scattered or fell to the ground, trembling. The Agent's form became a blur, dodging round after round of ammunition as the others joined him.

Fleeing the scene, she ripped through another oncoming taxi as it hit a parked car and jackknifed into the air in the direction of the suited men. Taking the distraction and moving out of the way of the projectile, the Agents had given her just enough time to leap out of sight.

Treading from rooftop to rooftop, she jumped into an alleyway, discarding her coat as she made her way towards the hardline in the middle of the neighborhood. "$#!T..." She whispered to herself, surveying the open area around the phone booth. Between the pedestrians and commuters already in the area and the emergency and military teams speeding towards the "crime scene", someone in the vicinity would surely become an Agent and take her out right away.

"C'mon, Traice. This isn't the time for this... You can make it." She muttered to herself quietly. She took a deep breath and took off, sprinting towards the green "CITY" sign through a sea of bluepills. She collided with a woman walking on the sidewalk, quickly taking the cell phone she was carrying out of her hand and continued. The woman flailed for a moment, then after a short spasm, was in the form of another Agent.

"Downtown! Anywhere downtown! I'm right at the hardline. Make the call now!" She shouted into the phone after dialing her operator. As she reached the phone booth, the Agent pulled out his polished black FM-1500 and aimed it at her with mechanical accuracy, pulling the trigger. Traice's residual self-image had disappeared, and the bullet shattered the glass.

Trace was now somewhere in the downtown area of the city, anonymous. The police department was alerted, but there were no leads to her exact location.

**GoDGiVeR**

(( =O =O Too bad I'm busy in Zane's thread.))

**Pyraci**

(It's cool. I wasn't looking to compete with Zane's thread. Just an idea I had. I'm always involved with a few things at once anyway.)

**ShiXinFeng**

Pyraci wrote:

(It's cool. I wasn't looking to compete with Zane's thread. Just an idea I had. I'm always involved with a few things at once anyway.)

(Holy Christ, that's the understatement of the year! lol)

TheShickle · 09/10/2007 17:27:10

Shickle sat on rooftop, closing his eyes - thinking about everything he has done. Remembering each memory he could, that's when he could hear the sirens. More in the mood to reminisce than seek out the cause, he stood up and opened his eyes - he had to.

"Fuggin... every time I get a moment..."

He closed his eyes once more, resting his hand on the edge of the rooftop. He slowly walked until his hand bumped into something cold, Shickle quickly lept, and clung to the pipe running down the building. He slid down, closing his eyes once more when he hit the pavement.

Slow footsteps began to scale the sidewalk in direction toward the nearby sirens...

**Pyraci**

The precession of bluepills and cars coursed through the crowded plaza of Park East. It almost seemed like time had slowed all of them, blurring them out of focus as she blended in. Now miles away from the random gunfire and explosions in the "bad part of town", Traice snuck a glance out at her surroundings inconspicuously. She paused and looked around for a pay phone, standing under a large anti-terrorism advertisement hanging from the side of one of the corporate buildings behind her.

"C'mon, c'mon! I know there's gotta be someone jacked in that can help... somewhere... " She whispered to herself, lost in the oncoming herd of SUV's, luxury cars and taxis as they paraded down the street like steel cattle. Her pocket felt suspiciously light as she felt around for the cell phone she'd pilfered a few moments prior.

Replaying the events in her head, she realized that the phone fell from her hand as she made it to the phone booth back in Mannsdale. "The Agents probably got that phone by now, and if they got it, they could tie the line to keep me out, or send more squids to finish the jobt..." She thought to herself. There was no use in worrying about it at that point. The important thing was getting another ship there to help them get back to Zion.

Arkham

((omg, the day Shickle dies you post : SMILEY ))

(( : SMILEY = four eyed alien with a sad face ))

**XElite** · 09/25/2007 18:53:14

On his way to the elevator, he passed one of the Corporate Security guards who were on duty that night. A watchful glare was given in response as he looked in his direction. Dawn always seemed so quiet, as if the World was asleep though it never truly was, especially in Downtown - always a deal to be made, more time to be found. The usually bustling glass tower of offices was completely empty aside from the few cleaners - and security guards - left on duty. The roaring motorway below was now only host to the odd car or motorbike on their way home - or going somewhere.

Inside the elevator which, during these hours, provided less than half the illumination to its users than was standard, he removed from his pocket and folded open a small rectangular PDA which gave out a static green haze.

Inbox: 1 new message(s)

To: (XElite)

From: A concerned citizen.

Subject: FWD: Status_of_subject No. 3112

Read mail? {Y/N} _Y

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**message incomplete and / or partially corrupted**

Normal behavioural patterns altered slightly since attacks on office building. Contact made with several known redpills and exiles. Continued monitoring suggested. Increased *********** ******** **... (message lost).

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Exit? {Y/N} _Y

**Croesis** · 09/27/2007 13:32:44

Rain...

It always felt strange whilst her RSI coalesced, like the feeling you get when sitting on a leg for too long, only the feeling occurs all over. Perhaps it was just her mind trying to cope with the transition, its not really real after all...
The familiar green code of the simulation gave way to the false visual stimuli that ensures that all those bluepills that she will inevitably pass on the streets will never know of the truth.

A quick call to her operator made sure there were no complications and that the status quo of the area had not been disturbed.
Pulling back a lock of dark, wet magenta hair from over her eyes, she once again considered going through the process of changing it back to her real life colour so it would not stand out so much against her uniform, the standard black/grey attire of what could pass as a government official.
Like so many other times she dismissed this train of thought by reminding herself that her hair was part of her character, and that it had actually saved her life a few times, being visible whilst in a crowd of hostile redpills, gave her colleagues chance to charge in to the rescue.

During the few seconds that all this had taken to process she hadn't heard the info being passed to her via her ear piece...
".... 3 Agents before transporting to an unknown location downtown"

Mentally composing herself and absent mindedly pressing the earpiece unnecessarily deeper into her head in an attempt to cancel out the sound of passing motor vehicles and hard rain she responded by saying...
"Details of the subject.... what are my instructions Sir?"

The rain continued to batter the ground, soaking the woman's clothing to the point where it simply ran off, unable to be held by the saturated cloth....

Avoiding eye contact of a couple of passers by she turned and replied...
"understood Sir..."

The woman walked into a local office and instructed the receptionist that she required a certain telephone in a certain room. The receptionist allowed her through. The receptionist had obliged this woman the use of the phone originally because the woman had flashed a badge and the man she talked to on the other side of the phone to check said that she was authorised to. She had allowed it ever since, plus hey, the office is empty and the number is toll free... the matter of the woman not coming out didn't prey on her mind, it never did...

Closing the office door and running a hand through her hair, the Woman walked over to the phone on the desk. Before picking it up she pulled out a shiny new revolver and checked that it was loaded...
"I hate recon missions..."

As soon as the call connected through, before waiting for a greeting Vinia said...
"Downtown, standard search pattern... oh and some dry clothes would be nice..."

The fake world around her dispersed back into the familiar green code... the truth...

**Pyraci**

As the downpour continued and the clouded ceiling filled the city's skyline, a man walked through the streets, vying for the attention of the morning's commuters. "Learn the truth! See the war the government doesn't want you to see! All will be revealed, b1tches!" he proclaimed to the crowd, walking against the indifferent cadence of salesmen, tourists, prostitutes, and pimps.

Eyeing the blone-haired Traice, also walking against the crowd without an umbrella, he reached out and grabbed her arm. As she tensed up, restraining herself from breaking his arm, she looked at him through her periphery. He nodded towards the alleyway about half a block up the street and they made their way, but he'd have been dead if not for the red pill she noticed dangling from his neck.

"Who sent you?" Traice asked in a constricted bark.

"Nobody did... I'm one of the ones that fell through the cracks..." He grinned, bearing worn, half-rotten teeth through his un-kept, haggard beard.

"Listen, dammit!" She barked again and grabbed his dingy collar, half-expecting him to turn into an Agent. "Our ship needs a jump so we can get back to Zion." "Zion, heh... There's nothing left. Nobody can get within 10 kilometers of the place."

"Don't lie to me..." She picked him up by his collar and pressed him against the brick wall he stood in front of as the rain beaded off of her head and glasses.

"I'm not lying, I swear! Some spies tipped the Machines off...it was a slaughter. Where the hell have you been? That's old news around here by now..."

"Goddammit..." She let him go as he slumped against the wall. "They really went through with it."

"Huh?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing. Are there any other opts in the area? Our ship is down and we need to get some help."

"Picked up XElite in the area. Don't know what..." The man paused, glaring at the street at the end of the alleyway and Traice's followed suit as a black BMW 735 parked right at the sidewalk.

(Sorry for the delay. Massive image coming soon.)