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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 1:01:21 GMT -5
He landed on the tile floor and slid up against the wall, glaring at Nina. He stood up, straightened his clothes and glasses and followed after her. Once alongside her he fell in step, "You get one of those," he told her, eyes focused forward. He led her out of the building and to his car, stopping to pop the trunk and pull out a new coat for himself and a paper sack.
He got into the drivers side and reached over and opened the door for Nina, tossing the bag in her lap when she sat down. "I didn't forget, just wanted to get moving. You can change in the back if you like." He started the car and pulled out, speaking to her as he drove. "We have several sites of suspected victims, but is there somewhere you'd like to start?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 1:09:41 GMT -5
Nina shrugged and started to strip off the horrid institutional outfit as she sat in the front seat.
For most, changing clothing in the the passenger seat of a car is a struggle at best, impossible at worst...but for her, it was easy. Just because she had been secured in a cell for the past two years didn't mean she hadn't done her exercises.
She wrinkled her nose as she pulled the shirt on, thinking..."Has she been sticking to her profile? I trained her, sure, but she went loopy, and teh higher ups told me not to stop her as it would spoil the past years of training...beaurocratic idiots."
"She's good, she scored me a hell of a lot when we took her down...and I used to be the best...so I need to know, is she using any new tricks?" Her earlier act of near insanity and sharp sarcasm was gone now, submerged in the pure professional that had never died.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 1:22:21 GMT -5
He remained focused on the road as she changed beside him, "Here, see for yourself." He reached down to his side and pulled up a folder, handing it to her as he turned into a drive-thru. "You hungry?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 1:27:19 GMT -5
An echo of a smile flitted through her eyes as she eyed the drive-thru "Anything with real meat that hasn't been put through a blender" she murmured.
Then, she opened the folder. There she was...the girl she had devoted years of her life to training, befriending, and nurturing. "She hasn't changed much...but this is an old pic. A year at least. How long has she been out?"
Cool anger began to seep into her tone "Why wasn't I brought out sooner?"
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 1:33:43 GMT -5
He nodded, "Chicken strips then." he pulled up to the speaker and placed the orders, on chicken strip basket and one triple cheeseburger with fries. He also ordered a pair of drinks then went to the window to wait. He glanced down at the picture, "It is old. We have very little new information on her, actually none since she's been out."
He lifted up the picture and turned it around to look at the back. "This was taken a month before. Most of the higher ups thought it was best to keep things hush hush until she could be contained. Thier idea, not mine."
He pulled the food in through the window and passed the bags over to Nina, "I was tied up with another case and just found out recently myself. Took another demotion for my reaction to the news, but that's not important. So, do you have any suggestions?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 1:39:14 GMT -5
She accepted the food with a small sigh of hunger and tossed the folder into the back seat. "Well, teh question then would be, why you on this case? And who got me out? You're not exactly the type they pair up as an assasin operator end."
She sipped her actual, caffeinated beverage and thought "As for ideas...take me to the first scene, I know it'll be old but it'll clue me into her mind set...and find her buyer. She doesn't keep all her art."
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 1:45:36 GMT -5
He pulled back out onto the road and turned towards the first scene as requested. They paused at a stop light and he took the opportunity to take a bite of his hamburger, carefully watching a patrol car that pulled up beside them and swallowing as it turned away.
"I'm on this case because it's mine. You're out because you have some insight to offer, and the rest...is just details." He stopped across the street from a large apartment complex and began to eat. "We'll have to wait awhile before we go in."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 1:50:39 GMT -5
She curled her legs under her and stretched then finished her meal. "Not good enough. You are not "certified" to "handle" me, much less "operate" me. In fact, it's not likely you'r cleared to "know" about me. So why you?"
She simply smiled at his black look "We do have time to kill"
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 2:00:26 GMT -5
He stared at her in silence a long minute before answering coldly, "Because I'm the only one who gives a damn." He finished his food and lightly wiped his mouth with the paper napkin from inside the bag.
Looking out the windshield at the apartment he began to recount some of what was in the files. "This is where she started, about three months ago. It's uncertain what she was doing in the time before that, but it's been pretty well confirmed that her first "work" was done here. We can take a look inside after the patrol goes by, this area has been under survielance since then, even though there have been no other reports. Waste of money." He mumbled the last and adjusted his rearview mirror as a black car slowly cruised by. It parked across the street and two men stepped out.
They were inside the house five minutes and when they left he reset the mirror and pulled his keys out of the ignition. "Let's go, and incase you're worried, I can handle you but would prefer not to have to prove it. Let's keep this a helpful relationship and maybe you'll be out longer than it takes to get her back."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 2:04:32 GMT -5
"Ah" she snaked her arm across the car and locked the door in a swift motion before he could open it and get out "We still have a bit of time. Tell me, why do you "Give a damn" about my little artist macabre?" she asked softly.
"No one does. No one but me, and me they locked away after I betrayed her. So tell me. Why?"
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 2:13:51 GMT -5
He gripped the steering will, trying to control his temper and ground his teeth as he answered, "I don't care about her, I care about the case. Seems everyone else is more concerned with terrorism and insider trading cases than this lunatic running loose out there.
"She needs to be stopped, and I'm one of the only one's who can do that. You being another. If they had a choice I would be in the cell next to yours, but since they don't I'm here. Trying to solve this case and do my job."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 2:22:13 GMT -5
She removed her arm and snaked out of her own door "Fair enough" she whispered. "I had to make sure"
She seemed to grow incredibly sad for a moment "Oh, I forgot to look, did the file mention that the started training her at age five? She killed her first target at age seven...do me a favor. We take her out, I know we have to, she's killing innocents, I know...just...get those bastards back okay?"
Not waiting for an answer, her expression frozen, she walked into the building.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 29, 2003 10:20:24 GMT -5
"I'll get them back," he growled before opening the door. He followed her into the building and pointed up the stairs. "Top floor, third apartment on the left."
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Post by Miranda on Sept 29, 2003 13:31:20 GMT -5
"I think I'll find your opinions most useful," she smiled. "After all, perception remains the same whether you have a dozen pieces exhibited, or just one that you keep to yourself. It just is."
And I really need some more red...
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 19:40:50 GMT -5
Nina ghosted up the stairs, silent, stony, and ducked under the yellow tape on the door. The apartment was sparse, dirty, but from dust not refuse. An effort had been made to clean everything up, but blood tended to stain.
She walked slowly through entire Apartment, tracing a few things with her fingers. "She slept in a simple cot here, the easel was here with the best light...the bodies..." she stood in the back room, it was sparse, like the rest of the apartment, with only a tarp down.
"The bodies were here. She would have had a blotter down to catch stray materials, waste not want not. The refuse was most likely strewn in a dumpster knowing her. The fridge was used for "painting" supplies, nothing more, she lived of bread, canned food and granola."
She inspected the back wall of the wide open living room "here she exercised, she would never stop exercising because it would mean she wouldn't be able to harvest quality supplies. The dents in the walls there means she's still using knives." Upon closer inspection of the wall she grimaced "Poisoned knives."
She stalked back to the door "I'm done here. I'll be...down stairs. I'm going to finish my meal." she left, unable to take any more.
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The girl smiled "Yeah, well, tell the museum that. You can call me Chris okay? Let me just finish up here and I'm all yours."
She stood up, and in her cheerful mood, the hour flew by rapidly. Her shift over, she went back to the table and smiled "All ready to go!"
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