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Post by ivory on Jun 10, 2009 20:37:43 GMT -5
[srry, but I have no idea what answers I should be getting. any ideas?]
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 10, 2009 20:39:24 GMT -5
((you're the one who brought assassins to my house))
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Post by ivory on Jun 10, 2009 20:47:17 GMT -5
[lol. I wanted to kill someone. *grin* Hmmm...give me time...hmmm...]
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 10, 2009 20:54:44 GMT -5
((I'll be here... waiting...))
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 7:54:25 GMT -5
Once Badger was satisfied that the man was in a 'deep sleep' or at least appeared to be, he began his interrogation. He kept his voice at the same soothing pitch and went out of his way to phrase his questions to go with the rhythm he'd started.
"What were your orders?"
A heartbeat in waiting.
"Capture her, kill him."
Badger made sure the shock he felt wasn't shown on his face. He didn't want to chance breaking the trance.
"You were to kill me?"
Another heartbeat.
"No. Him."
Badger resisted the strong urge to look toward Kadara for answers, answers that he was certain their captive didn't have. Assassins were hardly ever told the reason for their services.
"What does he look like?"
"She would know."
"So he is not here?"
"No. We capture her, find him. Kill him."
"And what about her?"
"He didn't say."
"What did he look like?"
"Never saw. Communicated all by paper."
Badger struggled to keep his frustration hidden and asked the next question, "How many of you guys?"
"Four."
He felt only a small surge of satisfaction at having eliminated all the current threats. He still didn't relax. There was only one thing to do left. His jaw locked as he forced himself to do the inevitable. He broke the man's neck.
He hated killing, but knew it was necessary in his line of work more often than not. He offered a silent prayer of forgiveness before turning to find more answers in Kadara.
"Who is 'he'?" His voice was harsh now. He was tired of being kept in the dark; he wanted some solid answers. Now.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 16:39:09 GMT -5
((that was a very good job of making it look like you got answers and then actually making me do the thinking... lol))
Kadara perked up at the mention of 'him.' There were a scarce number of 'him's in her life.
Could he mean Evan? No, he covers his tracks too well. But who else could it be... and how did they find the link between us?
She pushed off from the window sill, making her way across the room until she stood next to Evan, cocking her head at the dead man.
"Couldn't tell you. I know a lot of guys. Most of 'em have some reason to be wanted dead," she said casually.
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 16:47:46 GMT -5
[^-^ Aren't you so proud of me! lol. :-)]
"Cut the crap Kadara," he growled. "You told me to find answers, now I want them. Who is 'he' Kadara?" His eyes were diamond hard as he glared at her, his lips set in a harsh line as he waited for an answer.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 16:55:36 GMT -5
Kadara raised a surprised brow at him. "Alright, alright. Let me think. There are a few possibilities. Most likely answer is my boss... or any of the other guys who I run around killing with!"
She stood, meeting his gaze with the same intense glare.
"What do you want me to say, ranger?"
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 17:03:50 GMT -5
His jaw locked in frustration before he turned around and went back to the window. The night sky always offered him comfort, but the stars were beginning to disappear and the sun once again peaked across the land of the world.
He turned back around with a tighter control on his emotions. "Let's see if the other knows anything else shall we?"
It didn't take long for Badger to realize that no matter what he did, the assassin wasn't talking. Death had a way of keeping one permentally silent.
He gritted his teeth at the pool of blood surrounding the man's head and upon further inspection, noticed his tongue was no longer attached to his mouth. The man had bitten his own tongue off to keep from speaking. A gesture that made Badger all the more curious as to what 'treasure' they were trying to keep.
He turned back to Kadara. If he couldn't have his questions answered about who 'he' was, he'd get his answers to another. "Who did you want me to kill? And why?"
He wasn't sure he was no longer interested at her offer. His curiosity had always been a weak point, but he was confident enough with his self-control to risk it being tugged at.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 17:11:40 GMT -5
A wicked smirk came upon Kadara's face. Now they were talking business. She liked the business. "Well, the job isn't until tonight, but there's a group of men getting together for a little... party. Someone decided that they shouldn't leave the party. Pretty standard. Pay's good."
She walked across the room, stopping a few inches away from him.
"Do a good job and the boss might keep you around."
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 17:15:22 GMT -5
"And if I don't want to be kept around?"
He fought the urge to take a step back, instead glaring at her while he stood his ground.
"I was after all, a ranger." He also ignored the pain in his chest at the use of the verb being past tense.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 17:32:30 GMT -5
Kadara raised her brow, half-smiling. "Was? Was, you say? Pray tell, Geoffrey, what happened?"
She ushered him into a chair and sat on a stool , waiting for the story.
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 17:46:34 GMT -5
He glared at her, silently warning her that she was overstepping her boundaries.
Badger turned away from Kadara and nodded at the two bodies. "We should get rid of them before everyone wakes and sees us. The smell would warn them soon enough if we continue to put it off."
Thus saying so, he began to unstrap the man from the chair. "You do have transportation?" he asked as his fingers undid his previous work. "Or do you just have someone that cleans up after you?"
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 17:52:48 GMT -5
Kadara looked passively at the two corpses. "We could just leave. I mean, with the boat explosion and the camp of men that someone is bound to find soon enough, it seems kind of... trivial to try and cover our tracks now. Besides, no one who would see dead bodies and not run in fear doesn't live in this neighborhood."
She stood up, grabbing his arm. "Let's go for a walk."
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 18:05:56 GMT -5
He gritted his teeth at her words. She was right, but he didn't just want to leave them, especially the man in the chair.
Regretfully, he stood. He didn't like it, but knew her logic to be true. Still, when she took his arm, he shrugged her off and walked out ahead of her.
"Where are we going?" he growled as he scanned the terrain around her house. He didn't think there was anymore assassins, but one could never be completely sure.
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