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<blockquote data-quote="Milo Bloom" data-source="post: 567305" data-attributes="member: 9400"><p><strong>Agendas</strong></p><p></p><p>Jean watched the area below from his vantage point atop the building as Mikal stashed the package he had been carrying. He had a good view as the large ball-like fountain was currently off so that the drains could be cleaned. He considered putting an end to the man’s life. If control hadn’t been so insistent that determining for whom the amulet was intended he would do just that. Kent had been very clear that even more so than now that he should avoid any incident that would require extra effort to cover up.</p><p></p><p> The implant in his ear clicked as the familiar sounds of Elise, control’s sentient computer, brought his link online.</p><p></p><p> “Target lock confirmed. Initiating psionic awareness sequence. Standby for data influx.”</p><p></p><p> Jean felt his mind expand, and he was aware of every living organism within the area around his vantage point. As his brain adjusted to the new sensory input he began to separate the humans from other creatures.</p><p></p><p> He sensed Mikal slink past a group of round structures that comprised the parks offices. After a few moments of sifting through the people in the area he detected the two men coming from the opposite end of the park and heading towards the package.</p><p></p><p> “Control, we have pick-up confirmation. Should I engage the targets?”</p><p></p><p> “Negative, scan targets and continue to center one one three dash six.”</p><p></p><p> “Roger control, scan and bolt confirmed.”</p><p></p><p> Once again the orders issued by control defied all sense of logic. Jean knew enough to guess at the package’s importance. Allowing it to be taken by a rival faction could cost the organization several decades of maneuvering. He could only assume control sensed a greater return by allowing the drop to take place. Grimly he took out the pen-like pocket scanner and aimed it at the first of the two enemy agents.</p><p></p><p> “Target one scanned. Transmitting data results now,” the scanner’s electronic voice chimed in his ear.</p><p></p><p> From what he could tell as the data flew past his eyes the first agent was outfitted with standard enhancements. The scan on the second agent revealed that he didn’t seem to be equipped any differently. Their muscle and speed enhancements were hardly a match for his own augmentations. </p><p></p><p> After the two agents had made their pick-up and exited the park area, Jean removed himself from his vantage point and headed for his motorcycle. A short time later he sped away into the afternoon Los Angeles traffic.</p><p></p><p><hr></p><p> Jean stepped through the main entrance to the do downtown Los Angeles library. The main area was less crowded than normal for this time of day. He moved towards the rear of the library heading directly for the rare books section. Once he reached the shelves that held the collection of rare works, he scanned them for a specific text. Pulling the book from its resting place, he flipped through its pages looking for the illustration that would open access to the hidden passage. It took little time to find the page with picture containing a road running through the trunk of a large tree. Placing his forefinger on the image of the deer standing within the hole cut by the roadway. He registered the slight hum of the circuitry within the page as it scanned his DNA sequence.</p><p></p><p> The shelving in front of him slid back slightly and then rotated on a center axis. Reshelving the book he entered the security tunnel that led back into center one one three dash six. As he cleared the door it resumed its original closed position and security scanners moved over his body searching for any tracking devices that could have been secreted on his body.</p><p></p><p> Kent was waiting impatiently for him when Jean reached the command chamber. He noted the monitors were currently displaying a scene from somewhere in one of the former Russian states. A group of farmers were walking through their fields moving to investigate an object that crashed to the earth.</p><p></p><p> “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that as soon as possible meant just that? You finished scanning those two agents almost three hours ago, I sincerely hope the delay was for something important.”</p><p></p><p> “Sorry about that, I had to pick my daughter up from dance class and make sure she made it to her friend’s slumber party.”</p><p></p><p> “Ah yes, a man should always make time for his family. You just never know when a given moment may be the last one you have to spend with them.”</p><p></p><p> “What does control have on the agenda for me now? Is there some child they need followed or perhaps a nun’s personal belongings they need me to rifle through?”</p><p></p><p> “Nothing so glamorous, we need you to head to Kazakhstan and pick up an item of great value to our plans. Once you have it in your possession, make your way across the border to the Russian city of Novosibirsk. I will meet you there to receive delivery of the package.”</p><p></p><p> “How soon until I leave?”</p><p></p><p> “We have you scheduled to arrive at your target location at oh nine hundred hours. Don’t be late and remember to dress for the occasion.”</p><p></p><p> “Understood, now if you will excuse me I need to start packing my gear for this little excursion.”</p><p></p><p><hr></p><p> “Thirty seconds to drop point, Jean. Prepare for HALO jump.”</p><p></p><p> “Roger that. Suited up and ready for target zone.”</p><p></p><p> The ground slid by at a dizzying pace as the craft moved at speeds unattainable by conventional vehicles. Jean smiled, knowing that there would plenty of reports of an unidentified flying object tonight. Fortunately, no one suspected the truth as to the origin of the strange craft that sometimes plied the night sky.</p><p></p><p> The pilot’s voice cut into the silence of the bay, “Target zone reached. Drop bay opened.”</p><p></p><p> “Exiting bay door in five…four…three…two…one. ”</p><p></p><p> The rush of air brought on a fleeting sense of freedom, and Jean closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. Seconds later he was opening his chute and descending gently to the earth.</p><p> </p><p><hr></p><p> Even in the early morning light he could make out the shadowy outline of a man standing beside a small boulder ahead of him. Sitting on the rock next to the man was a large falcon that gazed at his approach with something akin to interest.</p><p></p><p> Nothing to do but make contact with him and if he is his contact pick up his delivery. If the man was nothing more than mundane, he could easily be taken care of.</p><p></p><p> “The sunrise around here is absolutely amazing. I really should visit your country more often, but my business rarely takes me here.”</p><p></p><p> “We try to please our tourist in every way possible. I must say it is not often I am allowed to be of service to the organization.”</p><p></p><p> “Your english is very good, spend time in the States?”</p><p></p><p> “Learned it in Germany, actually. I’ve been on assignment here for the last five years, looking for this.”</p><p></p><p> With that the man pulled out a large round object wrapped tightly in protective material. He didn’t bother to offer it to Jean, just rested it on the rock next to his bird. Jean crossed the distance and offered the man his hand palm down to facilitate the ident process.</p><p></p><p> “There is no need for that, you are known to me. I have followed your movements within the organization.”</p><p></p><p> “I’m flattered someone has followed my career so closely, though I am curious as to why.”</p><p></p><p> “I only became interested after your assassination of Princess Diana made it look like the media was responsible. Not only that but you maneuvered Charles into a position where we had greater control over him.”</p><p></p><p> “That’s probably the only assassination I had ever done that received large amounts of media coverage. There was some fear afterwards that the organization would be exposed because of the scrutiny that the remains and crime scene received. Things could have easily gotten out of hand if not for the massive diversion of information that was done.”</p><p></p><p> “A monument to the control we exert over the forces of society. But I am keeping you from your duty at hand.”</p><p></p><p> Jean loaded the package into the waiting jeep and turned back to the man.</p><p></p><p> “Thank you for your service to the organization, I’m sure Kent appreciates it as well.”</p><p></p><p> After a flash he was speeding away from the meeting area heading for the Russian border. The falcon was flying in a slow circle around where he had left the man.</p><p></p><p><hr></p><p> The Russian countryside fell away as Jean raced his vehicle towards Novosibirsk and his meeting with Kent. He doubted Kent would be as pleased with the results as he was anticipating. He was sure the delivery could wait until this evening after he had taken care of a few things.</p><p></p><p> The hotel room was dark and the smell of liquor and cigarettes hung in the air when he entered. In the dim light he could distinguish two separate people lying in the bed still sleeping. Creeping across the room he noted the smaller of the two shapes breathing changed and it became restless.</p><p></p><p> Slowly he eased himself over Kent’s sleeping body and gently rested his gun on the pillow next to his head. As the smooth plastic touched his skin his eyes bolted open and he stared into Jean’s eyes.</p><p></p><p> “Jesus Jean, you scared the hell out of me.”</p><p></p><p> “Evening Kent, why use me for your personal project? Did you think I was so used to following orders I wouldn’t suspect anything?”</p><p></p><p> “No it’s not that at all, gently now Lynn let’s not encourage him to remodel my skull just yet.”</p><p></p><p> Jean flicked his eyes at the woman; she had slid out of the covers and was sitting on the edge of the bed. The tattoo on her back caught his eye with its intricate circular pattern and Chinese characters. He thought it looked like something of a map as he eased the gun away from Kent’s head, facilitating the shooting of her if needed.</p><p></p><p> No one moved or breathed during the next few seconds, until Kent broke the silence.</p><p></p><p> “Nice and calm Jean, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to that lovely daughter of yours would you? Lynn could you get the photographs please, that way we can get all this hostility out of the way.”</p><p></p><p> The women slid from the bed and reached for a packet sitting just next to the television. She opened it and set the contents where Jean could see the photos of his daughter.</p><p></p><p> “She is a lovely girl, and should grow into a beautiful women as long as her daddy does as he is told. Where is the shield?”</p><p></p><p> “I’ve hidden it.”</p><p></p><p> “How very smart of you. I suggest you bring it tomorrow to the park across the street and hand it over.”</p><p></p><p> “I could kill you both now.”</p><p></p><p> “You could, but then who would stop that terrible accident from befalling your precious little girl?”</p><p></p><p> Kent knew he had Jean, his shoulders slumped and he looked at the photographs with a hint of sadness in his eyes. The pistol lowered and was soon residing back in its holster.</p><p></p><p> “Tomorrow then, do try not to be late. It could cost your daughter much more than the latest gossip from her friends.”</p><p></p><p><hr></p><p> Kent had obviously not been there long when Jean arrived at the park. The women from last night was obviously hidden somewhere nearby. He tossed the shield onto the grass in front of Kent, who bent slightly to inspect the roman artwork encircling the large bulbous center. </p><p></p><p> “Exquisite. You will, of course, tell our masters that as of this moment I quit?”</p><p></p><p> “I will make them aware as to the state of your affiliation with the organization.”</p><p></p><p> “Understand it’s nothing personal, I’m just tired of all this sneaking around behind the world’s back. I will, of course, keep my mouth shut about everything I know. In fact, I plan on disappearing from view entirely and living out my years in relative comfort.”</p><p></p><p> “I’m sure they will understand. You have what you wanted. Call off your assassination and run for all you are worth.”</p><p></p><p> “I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet. Not until I am safely away and can be sure that you are not going to follow.” </p><p></p><p> Kent scooped up the shield and took a few steps towards the street, only to turn halfway back.</p><p></p><p> “You realize I could have you killed now. I’m not going to, a girl needs her dad when she’s growing up you know. Look, I’m really sorry for using you the way I have.”</p><p></p><p> Lynn had disengaged the cloak suit she was wearing at this point and Jean could see the rifle cradled in her hands. She faced him as they headed towards a waiting car, and he noted that the rifle never left his chest. As he watched them go, he idly rubbed the stone in his pocket. He almost wished he could wait until he was sure they had opened the secret compartment in the center of the shield. There wouldn’t be time for that; he had a plane to catch back to Los Angeles. As Kent was opening his door and starting to enter the car, Jean pulled the stone out of his pocket.</p><p></p><p> “Kent!”</p><p></p><p> Both heads turned his way and he saw the shock in their eyes when they realized what he was holding. He allowed himself a smile; if they thought that was bad it was about to get worse. Slowly he raised his other hand and opened it enough they could see the trigger. </p><p></p><p> The next few seconds became nothing more than a blur of motion and reflexes. He darted to the side as the woman fired off several shots in his direction. Kent was starting to throw the shield away from him. Sadly neither of them appeared to have any augmentation to aid them. He pressed down on the detonator he held and watched as the shield exploded in Kent’s face. The shards ripped through both people standing next to the car as well as shredding most of the vehicle.</p><p></p><p> Picking himself up from the ground Jean looked to make sure that the mundane casualties had been minimal. He was sure that this would be harder to cover up than most of his actions, but well worth it. His masters would be most pleased with the small stone he carried in his pocket. After all, it wasn’t every day one of their agents recovered the philosopher’s stone.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Milo Bloom, post: 567305, member: 9400"] [b]Agendas[/b] Jean watched the area below from his vantage point atop the building as Mikal stashed the package he had been carrying. He had a good view as the large ball-like fountain was currently off so that the drains could be cleaned. He considered putting an end to the man’s life. If control hadn’t been so insistent that determining for whom the amulet was intended he would do just that. Kent had been very clear that even more so than now that he should avoid any incident that would require extra effort to cover up. The implant in his ear clicked as the familiar sounds of Elise, control’s sentient computer, brought his link online. “Target lock confirmed. Initiating psionic awareness sequence. Standby for data influx.” Jean felt his mind expand, and he was aware of every living organism within the area around his vantage point. As his brain adjusted to the new sensory input he began to separate the humans from other creatures. He sensed Mikal slink past a group of round structures that comprised the parks offices. After a few moments of sifting through the people in the area he detected the two men coming from the opposite end of the park and heading towards the package. “Control, we have pick-up confirmation. Should I engage the targets?” “Negative, scan targets and continue to center one one three dash six.” “Roger control, scan and bolt confirmed.” Once again the orders issued by control defied all sense of logic. Jean knew enough to guess at the package’s importance. Allowing it to be taken by a rival faction could cost the organization several decades of maneuvering. He could only assume control sensed a greater return by allowing the drop to take place. Grimly he took out the pen-like pocket scanner and aimed it at the first of the two enemy agents. “Target one scanned. Transmitting data results now,” the scanner’s electronic voice chimed in his ear. From what he could tell as the data flew past his eyes the first agent was outfitted with standard enhancements. The scan on the second agent revealed that he didn’t seem to be equipped any differently. Their muscle and speed enhancements were hardly a match for his own augmentations. After the two agents had made their pick-up and exited the park area, Jean removed himself from his vantage point and headed for his motorcycle. A short time later he sped away into the afternoon Los Angeles traffic. <hr> Jean stepped through the main entrance to the do downtown Los Angeles library. The main area was less crowded than normal for this time of day. He moved towards the rear of the library heading directly for the rare books section. Once he reached the shelves that held the collection of rare works, he scanned them for a specific text. Pulling the book from its resting place, he flipped through its pages looking for the illustration that would open access to the hidden passage. It took little time to find the page with picture containing a road running through the trunk of a large tree. Placing his forefinger on the image of the deer standing within the hole cut by the roadway. He registered the slight hum of the circuitry within the page as it scanned his DNA sequence. The shelving in front of him slid back slightly and then rotated on a center axis. Reshelving the book he entered the security tunnel that led back into center one one three dash six. As he cleared the door it resumed its original closed position and security scanners moved over his body searching for any tracking devices that could have been secreted on his body. Kent was waiting impatiently for him when Jean reached the command chamber. He noted the monitors were currently displaying a scene from somewhere in one of the former Russian states. A group of farmers were walking through their fields moving to investigate an object that crashed to the earth. “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that as soon as possible meant just that? You finished scanning those two agents almost three hours ago, I sincerely hope the delay was for something important.” “Sorry about that, I had to pick my daughter up from dance class and make sure she made it to her friend’s slumber party.” “Ah yes, a man should always make time for his family. You just never know when a given moment may be the last one you have to spend with them.” “What does control have on the agenda for me now? Is there some child they need followed or perhaps a nun’s personal belongings they need me to rifle through?” “Nothing so glamorous, we need you to head to Kazakhstan and pick up an item of great value to our plans. Once you have it in your possession, make your way across the border to the Russian city of Novosibirsk. I will meet you there to receive delivery of the package.” “How soon until I leave?” “We have you scheduled to arrive at your target location at oh nine hundred hours. Don’t be late and remember to dress for the occasion.” “Understood, now if you will excuse me I need to start packing my gear for this little excursion.” <hr> “Thirty seconds to drop point, Jean. Prepare for HALO jump.” “Roger that. Suited up and ready for target zone.” The ground slid by at a dizzying pace as the craft moved at speeds unattainable by conventional vehicles. Jean smiled, knowing that there would plenty of reports of an unidentified flying object tonight. Fortunately, no one suspected the truth as to the origin of the strange craft that sometimes plied the night sky. The pilot’s voice cut into the silence of the bay, “Target zone reached. Drop bay opened.” “Exiting bay door in five…four…three…two…one. ” The rush of air brought on a fleeting sense of freedom, and Jean closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. Seconds later he was opening his chute and descending gently to the earth. <hr> Even in the early morning light he could make out the shadowy outline of a man standing beside a small boulder ahead of him. Sitting on the rock next to the man was a large falcon that gazed at his approach with something akin to interest. Nothing to do but make contact with him and if he is his contact pick up his delivery. If the man was nothing more than mundane, he could easily be taken care of. “The sunrise around here is absolutely amazing. I really should visit your country more often, but my business rarely takes me here.” “We try to please our tourist in every way possible. I must say it is not often I am allowed to be of service to the organization.” “Your english is very good, spend time in the States?” “Learned it in Germany, actually. I’ve been on assignment here for the last five years, looking for this.” With that the man pulled out a large round object wrapped tightly in protective material. He didn’t bother to offer it to Jean, just rested it on the rock next to his bird. Jean crossed the distance and offered the man his hand palm down to facilitate the ident process. “There is no need for that, you are known to me. I have followed your movements within the organization.” “I’m flattered someone has followed my career so closely, though I am curious as to why.” “I only became interested after your assassination of Princess Diana made it look like the media was responsible. Not only that but you maneuvered Charles into a position where we had greater control over him.” “That’s probably the only assassination I had ever done that received large amounts of media coverage. There was some fear afterwards that the organization would be exposed because of the scrutiny that the remains and crime scene received. Things could have easily gotten out of hand if not for the massive diversion of information that was done.” “A monument to the control we exert over the forces of society. But I am keeping you from your duty at hand.” Jean loaded the package into the waiting jeep and turned back to the man. “Thank you for your service to the organization, I’m sure Kent appreciates it as well.” After a flash he was speeding away from the meeting area heading for the Russian border. The falcon was flying in a slow circle around where he had left the man. <hr> The Russian countryside fell away as Jean raced his vehicle towards Novosibirsk and his meeting with Kent. He doubted Kent would be as pleased with the results as he was anticipating. He was sure the delivery could wait until this evening after he had taken care of a few things. The hotel room was dark and the smell of liquor and cigarettes hung in the air when he entered. In the dim light he could distinguish two separate people lying in the bed still sleeping. Creeping across the room he noted the smaller of the two shapes breathing changed and it became restless. Slowly he eased himself over Kent’s sleeping body and gently rested his gun on the pillow next to his head. As the smooth plastic touched his skin his eyes bolted open and he stared into Jean’s eyes. “Jesus Jean, you scared the hell out of me.” “Evening Kent, why use me for your personal project? Did you think I was so used to following orders I wouldn’t suspect anything?” “No it’s not that at all, gently now Lynn let’s not encourage him to remodel my skull just yet.” Jean flicked his eyes at the woman; she had slid out of the covers and was sitting on the edge of the bed. The tattoo on her back caught his eye with its intricate circular pattern and Chinese characters. He thought it looked like something of a map as he eased the gun away from Kent’s head, facilitating the shooting of her if needed. No one moved or breathed during the next few seconds, until Kent broke the silence. “Nice and calm Jean, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to that lovely daughter of yours would you? Lynn could you get the photographs please, that way we can get all this hostility out of the way.” The women slid from the bed and reached for a packet sitting just next to the television. She opened it and set the contents where Jean could see the photos of his daughter. “She is a lovely girl, and should grow into a beautiful women as long as her daddy does as he is told. Where is the shield?” “I’ve hidden it.” “How very smart of you. I suggest you bring it tomorrow to the park across the street and hand it over.” “I could kill you both now.” “You could, but then who would stop that terrible accident from befalling your precious little girl?” Kent knew he had Jean, his shoulders slumped and he looked at the photographs with a hint of sadness in his eyes. The pistol lowered and was soon residing back in its holster. “Tomorrow then, do try not to be late. It could cost your daughter much more than the latest gossip from her friends.” <hr> Kent had obviously not been there long when Jean arrived at the park. The women from last night was obviously hidden somewhere nearby. He tossed the shield onto the grass in front of Kent, who bent slightly to inspect the roman artwork encircling the large bulbous center. “Exquisite. You will, of course, tell our masters that as of this moment I quit?” “I will make them aware as to the state of your affiliation with the organization.” “Understand it’s nothing personal, I’m just tired of all this sneaking around behind the world’s back. I will, of course, keep my mouth shut about everything I know. In fact, I plan on disappearing from view entirely and living out my years in relative comfort.” “I’m sure they will understand. You have what you wanted. Call off your assassination and run for all you are worth.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet. Not until I am safely away and can be sure that you are not going to follow.” Kent scooped up the shield and took a few steps towards the street, only to turn halfway back. “You realize I could have you killed now. I’m not going to, a girl needs her dad when she’s growing up you know. Look, I’m really sorry for using you the way I have.” Lynn had disengaged the cloak suit she was wearing at this point and Jean could see the rifle cradled in her hands. She faced him as they headed towards a waiting car, and he noted that the rifle never left his chest. As he watched them go, he idly rubbed the stone in his pocket. He almost wished he could wait until he was sure they had opened the secret compartment in the center of the shield. There wouldn’t be time for that; he had a plane to catch back to Los Angeles. As Kent was opening his door and starting to enter the car, Jean pulled the stone out of his pocket. “Kent!” Both heads turned his way and he saw the shock in their eyes when they realized what he was holding. He allowed himself a smile; if they thought that was bad it was about to get worse. Slowly he raised his other hand and opened it enough they could see the trigger. The next few seconds became nothing more than a blur of motion and reflexes. He darted to the side as the woman fired off several shots in his direction. Kent was starting to throw the shield away from him. Sadly neither of them appeared to have any augmentation to aid them. He pressed down on the detonator he held and watched as the shield exploded in Kent’s face. The shards ripped through both people standing next to the car as well as shredding most of the vehicle. Picking himself up from the ground Jean looked to make sure that the mundane casualties had been minimal. He was sure that this would be harder to cover up than most of his actions, but well worth it. His masters would be most pleased with the small stone he carried in his pocket. After all, it wasn’t every day one of their agents recovered the philosopher’s stone. [/QUOTE]
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