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savetheearth2014-12-01 09:11 pm
oncedevil) wrote in savetheearth2014-12-01 09:11 pm
Mission 7 - A Chance Meeting
Who: Anthony Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Chinen Shou, and NPC mcfirestarter
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.
Text: [The hurriedly typed address of a small bookstore somewhere downtown.]
Got a bite. It's show time, hope you're hungry.
Action: After the sting at Espresso Yourself things had fallen quiet again. By now quiet was worrying, instead of signalling peace and a break from madness Tony had come to associate the quiet with an impending shitstorm. With luck, and a good bit of skill, maybe he'd be able to cut this one off before things got unbearably messy. That was the plan, anyway.
Shou's contacts had given Tony a lead or two, and that coupled with his own ever increasing hunter's instincts he'd finally tracked down his quarry: The modified human that had been made to look like him.
After shooting a quick text to the both of them (he couldn't give them more time as much as he would have liked to) he began to move in. Storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, briefly distracting Tony. Something about all of this was weirdly familiar, and unsettling. He adjusted the sword on his shoulder, shoved aside the anticipation causing a funny knot in his gut, and began to move in. Now he knew he spotted the guy around there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.
Text: [The hurriedly typed address of a small bookstore somewhere downtown.]
Got a bite. It's show time, hope you're hungry.
Action: After the sting at Espresso Yourself things had fallen quiet again. By now quiet was worrying, instead of signalling peace and a break from madness Tony had come to associate the quiet with an impending shitstorm. With luck, and a good bit of skill, maybe he'd be able to cut this one off before things got unbearably messy. That was the plan, anyway.
Shou's contacts had given Tony a lead or two, and that coupled with his own ever increasing hunter's instincts he'd finally tracked down his quarry: The modified human that had been made to look like him.
After shooting a quick text to the both of them (he couldn't give them more time as much as he would have liked to) he began to move in. Storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, briefly distracting Tony. Something about all of this was weirdly familiar, and unsettling. He adjusted the sword on his shoulder, shoved aside the anticipation causing a funny knot in his gut, and began to move in. Now he knew he spotted the guy around there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?
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Shou stood up and led the way, trying not to hurry even though a part of him wanted to rush up the stairs and get Tony on a bed as fast as he could. He knew that a head wound had scrambled his brains and sudden movements would only make the resulting headache worse, but he also just wanted this to be over with already. Things had gotten worse then they were suppose to and he felt like part of it was his fault. He was fast enough and had some particular abilities; he could have just tracked Tony down instead of waited for trouble to find them. He didn't and that weighed him down.
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"The two of you are welcome to stay," he says softly, starting to soak one of the sponges, "but if it hasn't been done yet, Richard needs to be contacted. And then... if no further medical attention is needed, I think he can probably take it from there."