Post by The Counter Cultist(Sawyer) on Jul 6, 2009 21:50:32 GMT -5
Prologue
A light clicked on. An old grey haired man came into view. He wasn't alone however the room he was in was an interrogation room. A man was strapped in the chair. He didn't look at the old man, hie eyes stared into the corner to the left of the two-way mirror. A person stood their dressed in a black hooded zip up sweater with the zipper halfway down, and equally black jeans, a teeman in his mid twenties by the look of it. The grey haired man looked at the younger man in the chair.
"So you thought you could get away with it?"
"If it weren't for your little assassin, my boss would be very rich now."
He was then backhanded by the old man.
"And millions of innocent lives would have been lost." He yelled, the hooded teenager didn't flinch. "But you don't care do you."
The man in the chair laughed,
"Don't you get it, I'm just one, and I'm part of the low ranking team, you can't get anything from me."
"Then your useless." The old man said, he turned to the teenager. The boy nodded and pulled a Glock .9mm out of the inside of his hoodie. He stood in front of them man and put the gun to his head.
"No....no" The man said, beginning to panic, "No, PLEASE NO, PLEA-" He was cut off by a gunshot and resulting bullet. The teenager put the Glock back and exited the room.
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Meanwhile in a control room, the Old Man was talking to an person on an audio conference.
"We know there is more of them out their, this guy was a lower class enforcer officer."
"Get some people on it then." A mechanically enhanced voice said.
"I have a couple of people in mind."
"Get them together then, we can't let Skull win."
"I know that, don't worry, these people are the best."
"They'd better be, or else we all pay." The voice said. "This exchange is over."
The speaker clicked off. The old man sighed and clicked a button.
"Start going through the lists."
He ran a hand through his hair and left.
It was time to get going. The Society was going war.
2 Weeks To D-Day
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A shooting range, thats where Jack always found her. It seemed Rene spent all her time at a shooting range. Of course considering she spent most of her younger life in the society, her parents killed when she was so young. But still the least she could do was socialize with somebody else but Jack.
Jack McTaggert was built fairly muscly with black hair and green eyes He was 6'0 and weighed a good 175 pounds of muscle. He wore a Hugo Boss Suit with Gucci sunglasses. Jack had worked for the Society for about 20 years now. The Society itself was in fact a Orginization dedicated to world protection, they belonged to everyone and no one, and the majority of their assassins were under the age of 20.
The young men and women were cybernetically enhanced with certain enhancements that made them effectivley superhuman, they started their training at the age of six and were usually kids who had lost their family either by abandoment or in tragic accidents. There was rare cases in which the parents gave up the kids, but those were few.
He saw Rene, alone, in Shooting Row C-2, on the firing line with a Glock in her hand. She wore a grey hoodie and black jeans with blood red hair, she was 5'9 with an athletic build. He walked up to her and he tapped her head, he was the only person who could do this without getting both his legs broken. she looked over ready to shoot him. Then she saw it was Jack and just gave him a cold glare.
"What do you want Jack." She snapped, "I'm busy."
"We've got a job." Jack said, Rene brightened up.
"Details." She said throwing her red hair back out of her eyes, "Who do I have to kill?"
"Woh calm down there lassie, there's a catch." Rene looked at him coldly again, she didn't like catches, it usually meant she couldn't go all out and kill whoever got in her way. "We're going to be working with another pair."
"WHAT!" Rene yelled. "WHAT ARE THEY THINKING THEY KNOW I WOR-"
"That you work best alone." Jack cut her off, "Yes we know." He looked at her,
"I think you'll change your opinion when you see who your new partner is going to be." He threw a file on a nearby bench. Rene walked over and opened it. Her face lit up and she dropped it. On the first page was a picture of a man in his mid twenties, and a name.
Lea Seron. Her former mentor.
Jack smiled.
"Thought you'd like it."
He then received a punch to his face.
((So yeh I'm converting this to a story cuz I just wanted to get into it.)
A light clicked on. An old grey haired man came into view. He wasn't alone however the room he was in was an interrogation room. A man was strapped in the chair. He didn't look at the old man, hie eyes stared into the corner to the left of the two-way mirror. A person stood their dressed in a black hooded zip up sweater with the zipper halfway down, and equally black jeans, a teeman in his mid twenties by the look of it. The grey haired man looked at the younger man in the chair.
"So you thought you could get away with it?"
"If it weren't for your little assassin, my boss would be very rich now."
He was then backhanded by the old man.
"And millions of innocent lives would have been lost." He yelled, the hooded teenager didn't flinch. "But you don't care do you."
The man in the chair laughed,
"Don't you get it, I'm just one, and I'm part of the low ranking team, you can't get anything from me."
"Then your useless." The old man said, he turned to the teenager. The boy nodded and pulled a Glock .9mm out of the inside of his hoodie. He stood in front of them man and put the gun to his head.
"No....no" The man said, beginning to panic, "No, PLEASE NO, PLEA-" He was cut off by a gunshot and resulting bullet. The teenager put the Glock back and exited the room.
------
Meanwhile in a control room, the Old Man was talking to an person on an audio conference.
"We know there is more of them out their, this guy was a lower class enforcer officer."
"Get some people on it then." A mechanically enhanced voice said.
"I have a couple of people in mind."
"Get them together then, we can't let Skull win."
"I know that, don't worry, these people are the best."
"They'd better be, or else we all pay." The voice said. "This exchange is over."
The speaker clicked off. The old man sighed and clicked a button.
"Start going through the lists."
He ran a hand through his hair and left.
It was time to get going. The Society was going war.
2 Weeks To D-Day
----------
A shooting range, thats where Jack always found her. It seemed Rene spent all her time at a shooting range. Of course considering she spent most of her younger life in the society, her parents killed when she was so young. But still the least she could do was socialize with somebody else but Jack.
Jack McTaggert was built fairly muscly with black hair and green eyes He was 6'0 and weighed a good 175 pounds of muscle. He wore a Hugo Boss Suit with Gucci sunglasses. Jack had worked for the Society for about 20 years now. The Society itself was in fact a Orginization dedicated to world protection, they belonged to everyone and no one, and the majority of their assassins were under the age of 20.
The young men and women were cybernetically enhanced with certain enhancements that made them effectivley superhuman, they started their training at the age of six and were usually kids who had lost their family either by abandoment or in tragic accidents. There was rare cases in which the parents gave up the kids, but those were few.
He saw Rene, alone, in Shooting Row C-2, on the firing line with a Glock in her hand. She wore a grey hoodie and black jeans with blood red hair, she was 5'9 with an athletic build. He walked up to her and he tapped her head, he was the only person who could do this without getting both his legs broken. she looked over ready to shoot him. Then she saw it was Jack and just gave him a cold glare.
"What do you want Jack." She snapped, "I'm busy."
"We've got a job." Jack said, Rene brightened up.
"Details." She said throwing her red hair back out of her eyes, "Who do I have to kill?"
"Woh calm down there lassie, there's a catch." Rene looked at him coldly again, she didn't like catches, it usually meant she couldn't go all out and kill whoever got in her way. "We're going to be working with another pair."
"WHAT!" Rene yelled. "WHAT ARE THEY THINKING THEY KNOW I WOR-"
"That you work best alone." Jack cut her off, "Yes we know." He looked at her,
"I think you'll change your opinion when you see who your new partner is going to be." He threw a file on a nearby bench. Rene walked over and opened it. Her face lit up and she dropped it. On the first page was a picture of a man in his mid twenties, and a name.
Lea Seron. Her former mentor.
Jack smiled.
"Thought you'd like it."
He then received a punch to his face.
((So yeh I'm converting this to a story cuz I just wanted to get into it.)
