Well, I was just never informed in the several times I'd mentioned him in my stories, so I had no reason to expect that his name had not been Erlang Shen when he'd been an agent. If anything, I should have known what his Agent Name was, but not his newly adopted name (until he revealed it, at least).
Inhuman NES
- Thread starter Seon
- Start date
July 24 2001 - 0307 Hrs - In Transit
Earl drummed his fingers against his cane patiently. The soft hum of wheel on road would have threatened to put him to sleep, had it not been for the circumstances.
It was a big night. A very big night. The Directors had dispatched no fewer than 6 task forces to take down Shen. It was a rare day when one got this many squads together, but damnit, the Keepers wanted Shen dead or captured, and they wanted it done right.
"How're you feelin' Frenchie?"
"I'm Cajun, couillion." Yves chuckled.
"Pretty decent myself." drawled Earl, without missing a beat, "Nervous a bit?"
Yves was silent for a few moments, which was more than enough of an answer.
"Guess so. What's your hunch on this one Blind Man?"
Now came Earl's turn to be silent.
"Not sure at all. Still, any break against the Third Eye's good. The sooner and harder we meet 'em, the less time it'll take to clean them out."
"You seem confident."
"Me? Ah, my best confidence is because of Shen's overconfidence."
"Mm?"
"Well, you ask me or anyone in the Keepers with half a brain, and I ain't saying that everyone here has that much, but I'd say you're displaying some pretty lethal overconfidence by going up against the Keepers, the Protectors, and every other anomaly-related organization worth their salt at the same time."
"Maybe." Yves voice seemed distant, as if he was staring off at some distant sight, "Or maybe 'e's got something to back up the bluster."
"Well, you can't deny that revealing anomalies to the world is a pretty strong weapon- but it's like holding a grenade in your hand. He'll be caught at the epicentre."
"That's making a lot of assumptions about 'im. We've no idea how fanatical 'e is about that cause."
"Well, he could claim to be armed with the truth all he wants, but we are armed with a far greater truth: That there are some things human beings are better off not knowing- and yes, before you ask, I think that we're in a position to make that judgement."
"Mm..."
Silence fell in the car for some time longer, before Yves spoke once more.
"What's 212 say?"
Earl opened up a small satchel sitting on his and rested his fingers on the cool, metallic object contained inside. As if his sight was restored, a swirling mess of blue-hued images flew around him. They flickered like a flame, and blurred like hundreds of videos overlapping each other... but the dominant trend of movement was clear. Off in the distance, however, the horizon twitched and leaped, like a magnet bouncing beneath a sheet of iron filings.
"We're closing in on the signal."
Earl tapped his headset.
"Agent Tanev, Agent Rosso, do you read?"
"I hear you Agent Janciewicz."
"I've got a reading on the watch at 276 degrees from coordinates [REDACTED]."
"Target at 47 degrees from coordinates [REDACTED]. Triangulating range to... 17 kilometers from your position. Puts them somewhere on [REDACTED]. Looks like the evasive maneuvers have stopped though."
"Roger that Vitaly." Earl tapped his headset and turned to Yves.
"Definitely closing on it. 17 clicks at 2...61 degrees now."
"Hmm... that should put them around [REDACTED]."
"Yep. Not much longer now. Shall we check in with our task forces?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Earl listened to Yves tap a series of buttons, then begin to speak.
"Task Force Beta-5, do you read?"
"Roger, Agent St-Laurent, Stone Faces are here."
"Task Force Zeta-1, do you read?"
"The Vanguard accounted for, Agent. We're right with you."
"Task Force Gamma-5, talk to me."
"The Calvary is here."
"Delta-2, come in."
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
"Good show. Epsilon-6, announce yourself."
"The Men in Black are here."
"Kappa-2, do you read me?"
"Affirmative sir. Bloodhounds all present and accounted for."
"Good, all Task Forces are present. We've got Third Eyes ahead with an anomaly of unknown capabilities. Once we close, I want an immediate perimeter set up by the Men in Black, nothing in or out. Vanguard leads the way in and will attempt to recover the anomalous item immediately, using lethal force against opponents only if they initiative hostility. If we can force a peaceful surrender immediately, that's ideal. I want Bloodhounds on site to track any runners. Calvary, Stone Faces, Mental Wall, you're our brute firepower, counter reality-warper and counterpsychic specialists respectively. I want you all in reserve, ready to move in if the situation develops. Understood?"
The radioed response came was affirmative.
Earl drummed his fingers against his cane patiently. The soft hum of wheel on road would have threatened to put him to sleep, had it not been for the circumstances.
It was a big night. A very big night. The Directors had dispatched no fewer than 6 task forces to take down Shen. It was a rare day when one got this many squads together, but damnit, the Keepers wanted Shen dead or captured, and they wanted it done right.
"How're you feelin' Frenchie?"
"I'm Cajun, couillion." Yves chuckled.
"Pretty decent myself." drawled Earl, without missing a beat, "Nervous a bit?"
Yves was silent for a few moments, which was more than enough of an answer.
"Guess so. What's your hunch on this one Blind Man?"
Now came Earl's turn to be silent.
"Not sure at all. Still, any break against the Third Eye's good. The sooner and harder we meet 'em, the less time it'll take to clean them out."
"You seem confident."
"Me? Ah, my best confidence is because of Shen's overconfidence."
"Mm?"
"Well, you ask me or anyone in the Keepers with half a brain, and I ain't saying that everyone here has that much, but I'd say you're displaying some pretty lethal overconfidence by going up against the Keepers, the Protectors, and every other anomaly-related organization worth their salt at the same time."
"Maybe." Yves voice seemed distant, as if he was staring off at some distant sight, "Or maybe 'e's got something to back up the bluster."
"Well, you can't deny that revealing anomalies to the world is a pretty strong weapon- but it's like holding a grenade in your hand. He'll be caught at the epicentre."
"That's making a lot of assumptions about 'im. We've no idea how fanatical 'e is about that cause."
"Well, he could claim to be armed with the truth all he wants, but we are armed with a far greater truth: That there are some things human beings are better off not knowing- and yes, before you ask, I think that we're in a position to make that judgement."
"Mm..."
Silence fell in the car for some time longer, before Yves spoke once more.
"What's 212 say?"
Earl opened up a small satchel sitting on his and rested his fingers on the cool, metallic object contained inside. As if his sight was restored, a swirling mess of blue-hued images flew around him. They flickered like a flame, and blurred like hundreds of videos overlapping each other... but the dominant trend of movement was clear. Off in the distance, however, the horizon twitched and leaped, like a magnet bouncing beneath a sheet of iron filings.
"We're closing in on the signal."
Earl tapped his headset.
"Agent Tanev, Agent Rosso, do you read?"
"I hear you Agent Janciewicz."
"I've got a reading on the watch at 276 degrees from coordinates [REDACTED]."
"Target at 47 degrees from coordinates [REDACTED]. Triangulating range to... 17 kilometers from your position. Puts them somewhere on [REDACTED]. Looks like the evasive maneuvers have stopped though."
"Roger that Vitaly." Earl tapped his headset and turned to Yves.
"Definitely closing on it. 17 clicks at 2...61 degrees now."
"Hmm... that should put them around [REDACTED]."
"Yep. Not much longer now. Shall we check in with our task forces?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Earl listened to Yves tap a series of buttons, then begin to speak.
"Task Force Beta-5, do you read?"
"Roger, Agent St-Laurent, Stone Faces are here."
"Task Force Zeta-1, do you read?"
"The Vanguard accounted for, Agent. We're right with you."
"Task Force Gamma-5, talk to me."
"The Calvary is here."
"Delta-2, come in."
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
"Good show. Epsilon-6, announce yourself."
"The Men in Black are here."
"Kappa-2, do you read me?"
"Affirmative sir. Bloodhounds all present and accounted for."
"Good, all Task Forces are present. We've got Third Eyes ahead with an anomaly of unknown capabilities. Once we close, I want an immediate perimeter set up by the Men in Black, nothing in or out. Vanguard leads the way in and will attempt to recover the anomalous item immediately, using lethal force against opponents only if they initiative hostility. If we can force a peaceful surrender immediately, that's ideal. I want Bloodhounds on site to track any runners. Calvary, Stone Faces, Mental Wall, you're our brute firepower, counter reality-warper and counterpsychic specialists respectively. I want you all in reserve, ready to move in if the situation develops. Understood?"
The radioed response came was affirmative.
Spoiler :
Anomaly 212 is a collection of small, intricately-produced metal pieces of jewellery which were initially linked into a single necklaces, but are presently separate. When in physical contact with any organism with a nervous system, it begins to broadcast ghost images of all possible futures in its area. It is enormously disorienting for most people, although Agent Janciewicz' blindness means that it's less debilitating for him than most. Skilled users of 212 make use of it primarily to detect anomalies, as non-anomalous areas tend to follow predictable variations of probability, while anomalies make predictability (and thus the diversity of possible futures) go crazy in certain areas.
"Delta-2, come in."
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
With that Agent Young turned off his mic and let out a sigh.
“So much for a rest. Welcome to the life of a specialist task force Stockwell, always on call.”
“So what’s the situation Sir? I only know that there was a code Indigo and not much else.”
“Ah right, forgot you haven’t had time to get some higher up contacts. Well it seems that the Dowsers got taken out my some group run by an ex-Keeper agent who may or may not have access to anomalies.”
The radio crackled once again.
"Good, all Task Forces are present. We've got Third Eyes ahead with an anomaly of unknown capabilities. Once we close, I want an immediate perimeter set up by the Men in Black, nothing in or out. Vanguard leads the way in and will attempt to recover the anomalous item immediately, using lethal force against opponents only if they initiative hostility. If we can force a peaceful surrender immediately, that's ideal. I want Bloodhounds on site to track any runners. Calvary, Stone Faces, Mental Wall, you're our brute firepower, counter reality-warper and counterpsychic specialists respectively. I want you all in reserve, ready to move in if the situation develops. Understood?"
“Roger, we’re on standby ready to be deployed”
Young flipped off his mic once again.
“Well there you go there’s the plan. We sit back and wait for those crazy [REDACTED] Vanguard to either come back alive or more likely tell us which task force is needed to save them.”
“I hate those [REDACTED] Stone Faces. Why do we have to work with them?”
“We all hate them Johnson but Command doesn’t want to take any chances on this one and the fact that we have no idea what is waiting for us.”
“Sir, why the hate for the Stone Faces?”
“Right, sorry you don’t know about some of the rivalries yet. The Stone Faces are the anti-reality warper specialists and since they deal with “Big Boys” in their opinion they view all other task forces as lesser. In particular they dislike us as they as Mentals as B-Rate Warpers so by extension we are the B-Rate version of them.”
“B-Rate my [REDACTED]! I’d love to see them go up against [REDACTED] and see how B-Rate that one is.”
“Stow the chatter we’re coming up on the target area. And Stockwell these guys are definitely a threat don’t hesitate to shoot this time.”
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
With that Agent Young turned off his mic and let out a sigh.
“So much for a rest. Welcome to the life of a specialist task force Stockwell, always on call.”
“So what’s the situation Sir? I only know that there was a code Indigo and not much else.”
“Ah right, forgot you haven’t had time to get some higher up contacts. Well it seems that the Dowsers got taken out my some group run by an ex-Keeper agent who may or may not have access to anomalies.”
The radio crackled once again.
"Good, all Task Forces are present. We've got Third Eyes ahead with an anomaly of unknown capabilities. Once we close, I want an immediate perimeter set up by the Men in Black, nothing in or out. Vanguard leads the way in and will attempt to recover the anomalous item immediately, using lethal force against opponents only if they initiative hostility. If we can force a peaceful surrender immediately, that's ideal. I want Bloodhounds on site to track any runners. Calvary, Stone Faces, Mental Wall, you're our brute firepower, counter reality-warper and counterpsychic specialists respectively. I want you all in reserve, ready to move in if the situation develops. Understood?"
“Roger, we’re on standby ready to be deployed”
Young flipped off his mic once again.
“Well there you go there’s the plan. We sit back and wait for those crazy [REDACTED] Vanguard to either come back alive or more likely tell us which task force is needed to save them.”
“I hate those [REDACTED] Stone Faces. Why do we have to work with them?”
“We all hate them Johnson but Command doesn’t want to take any chances on this one and the fact that we have no idea what is waiting for us.”
“Sir, why the hate for the Stone Faces?”
“Right, sorry you don’t know about some of the rivalries yet. The Stone Faces are the anti-reality warper specialists and since they deal with “Big Boys” in their opinion they view all other task forces as lesser. In particular they dislike us as they as Mentals as B-Rate Warpers so by extension we are the B-Rate version of them.”
“B-Rate my [REDACTED]! I’d love to see them go up against [REDACTED] and see how B-Rate that one is.”
“Stow the chatter we’re coming up on the target area. And Stockwell these guys are definitely a threat don’t hesitate to shoot this time.”
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My story is coming, be wary. 
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OOC: This is probably the most dynamic story I've written for any NES thus far. Here goes nothing. 
"This was not how I thought our first conversation would turn out," the man called Erlang said apologetically. "The Keepers tracked you faster than I anticipated."
Kim was slightly perturbed at this revelation. "How long have I been watched?"
"At least a fortnight. A defector from the Bloodhounds brought information on Keeper observations in the Eastern United States, one of which was you."
Kim gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of being tracked by a shady government organization. She wasn't one to believe in conspiracy theories, but the thought of being watched that long still made her nervous.
"Who are you guys anyway?" Kim asked. "And what do you want with me?"
"It would be very difficult to explain the motivations of the Third Eye in the time constraints that we have. When we meet in person, I hope to explain our crusade in greater detail, and your place in it as well."
"Where are you now?" Kim asked, puzzled by what Erlang meant by a crusade.
"I can't risk divulging my location on an unsecure channel such as this," Erlang explained. "All I can tell you now is that if the Keepers recapture you, you might never see the light of day again."
"What do you..."
"The Keepers are close to triangulating this signal," Erlang said, stopping her query mid-sentence. "Live free."
Erlang hung up the phone, and Kim returned it to the woman. The man in the front had placed some sort of CB radio on the dashboard, and there seemed to be chatter from a handful of different sources.
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
"Good show. Epsilon-6, announce yourself."
"The Men in Black are here."
"Kappa-2, do you read me?"
"Sounds like they're really bringing out the heavy cavalry on us," the man said, a slightly bemused look on his face. "This should be fun."
Kim didn't find the situation amusing at all. From what she could understand, it was the watch that these Keepers wanted, not her. That made her expendable.
"You'll need to be on your toes in the next few minutes," the man said, adjusting the dials on the radio set. "There's going to be a lot of noise, and it's going to be very confusing. I'm going to stick around to provide cover, but Soto is going to stay with you for the time being."
Kim turned around to look at Soto, who merely nodded her head. Kim swallowed, already seeing holes in this plan.
"Stay with Soto until you find Mercutio. Once he drops you off the Keepers should lose your scent and you'll be in the clear."
Kim decided that now was the time to address the serious problem with the plan. "How are we going to make it without getting spotted?"
The man gave a sly grin. "That's the best part. The Keepers fail to realize that a few of us were Keepers ourselves before we joined the Third Eye. We know in advance how they function, and we always have a contingency plan set up ahead of time. So we set up a little distraction."
"What do you mean?" Kim asked.
"We told the Protectors you were here too."
Somewhere outside the car, there was a burst of gunfire. The man rapidly accelerated the car and began to weave through the traffic at breakneck speed. The commotion outside had not gone unnoticed by the civilians outside, and there seemed to be a general sense of panic at the sound of the gunfight nearby.
"Brace yourselves!" the man yelled. Kim looked ahead and saw two black vans attempting a makeshift roadblock. There seemed to be two groups of people in a firefight, both of whom were surprised to see the car speeding towards them. They tried to open fire on the car, but it was too late to stop it now.
Kim gripped the seat tightly as the car slammed into the roadblock, continuing through to the other side. The man gave a bark of laughter as he sped into the traffic on the other side, then swore loudly as three vans swung into view to give chase to them. Kim shrieked as bullets shattered the glass of the rear window and she crouched down in spite of herself.
The man swore again, and Kim looked up to see him gripping his shoulder in pain, blood trickling from between his fingers. He barked an order at Soto, who turned around to return fire at the vans. The car swerved again down a backstreet. The vans tried to chase them, but the road was cut off when a garbage truck rolled forward to block them.
"Get ready," the man said, gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm. "The Keepers are hot on our trail. Remember, you need to find Mercutio. He'll be waiting for you."
The car cut across the alley to park on the opposite side of the street. "Live free," the man said weakly, as Soto and Kim abandoned the car to find Mercutio.
"This was not how I thought our first conversation would turn out," the man called Erlang said apologetically. "The Keepers tracked you faster than I anticipated."
Kim was slightly perturbed at this revelation. "How long have I been watched?"
"At least a fortnight. A defector from the Bloodhounds brought information on Keeper observations in the Eastern United States, one of which was you."
Kim gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of being tracked by a shady government organization. She wasn't one to believe in conspiracy theories, but the thought of being watched that long still made her nervous.
"Who are you guys anyway?" Kim asked. "And what do you want with me?"
"It would be very difficult to explain the motivations of the Third Eye in the time constraints that we have. When we meet in person, I hope to explain our crusade in greater detail, and your place in it as well."
"Where are you now?" Kim asked, puzzled by what Erlang meant by a crusade.
"I can't risk divulging my location on an unsecure channel such as this," Erlang explained. "All I can tell you now is that if the Keepers recapture you, you might never see the light of day again."
"What do you..."
"The Keepers are close to triangulating this signal," Erlang said, stopping her query mid-sentence. "Live free."
Erlang hung up the phone, and Kim returned it to the woman. The man in the front had placed some sort of CB radio on the dashboard, and there seemed to be chatter from a handful of different sources.
"Confirming that the Mental Wall is online, Agent St-Laurent."
"Good show. Epsilon-6, announce yourself."
"The Men in Black are here."
"Kappa-2, do you read me?"
"Sounds like they're really bringing out the heavy cavalry on us," the man said, a slightly bemused look on his face. "This should be fun."
Kim didn't find the situation amusing at all. From what she could understand, it was the watch that these Keepers wanted, not her. That made her expendable.
"You'll need to be on your toes in the next few minutes," the man said, adjusting the dials on the radio set. "There's going to be a lot of noise, and it's going to be very confusing. I'm going to stick around to provide cover, but Soto is going to stay with you for the time being."
Kim turned around to look at Soto, who merely nodded her head. Kim swallowed, already seeing holes in this plan.
"Stay with Soto until you find Mercutio. Once he drops you off the Keepers should lose your scent and you'll be in the clear."
Kim decided that now was the time to address the serious problem with the plan. "How are we going to make it without getting spotted?"
The man gave a sly grin. "That's the best part. The Keepers fail to realize that a few of us were Keepers ourselves before we joined the Third Eye. We know in advance how they function, and we always have a contingency plan set up ahead of time. So we set up a little distraction."
"What do you mean?" Kim asked.
"We told the Protectors you were here too."
Somewhere outside the car, there was a burst of gunfire. The man rapidly accelerated the car and began to weave through the traffic at breakneck speed. The commotion outside had not gone unnoticed by the civilians outside, and there seemed to be a general sense of panic at the sound of the gunfight nearby.
"Brace yourselves!" the man yelled. Kim looked ahead and saw two black vans attempting a makeshift roadblock. There seemed to be two groups of people in a firefight, both of whom were surprised to see the car speeding towards them. They tried to open fire on the car, but it was too late to stop it now.
Kim gripped the seat tightly as the car slammed into the roadblock, continuing through to the other side. The man gave a bark of laughter as he sped into the traffic on the other side, then swore loudly as three vans swung into view to give chase to them. Kim shrieked as bullets shattered the glass of the rear window and she crouched down in spite of herself.
The man swore again, and Kim looked up to see him gripping his shoulder in pain, blood trickling from between his fingers. He barked an order at Soto, who turned around to return fire at the vans. The car swerved again down a backstreet. The vans tried to chase them, but the road was cut off when a garbage truck rolled forward to block them.
"Get ready," the man said, gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm. "The Keepers are hot on our trail. Remember, you need to find Mercutio. He'll be waiting for you."
The car cut across the alley to park on the opposite side of the street. "Live free," the man said weakly, as Soto and Kim abandoned the car to find Mercutio.
Spoiler :
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Unless you people can end this off in a manner acceptable for everyone involved, this will be the conclusion of turn 1.
Kaiser, feel free to say that the pocket watch has whatever powers. Otherwise, I will decide for you in Turn 1.
Kaiser, feel free to say that the pocket watch has whatever powers. Otherwise, I will decide for you in Turn 1.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
"Goddammit!" Alan yelled, kicking the railing of the balcony. He watched with fury as the car containing his target sped away, the girl buoyed to safety by two unidentified people. Alan suspected the Third Eye, judging by the balaclavas, but he supposed he wasn't entirely sure.
The Keeper agent below his foot gurgled. Alan looked down at him, paused, redoubled his weight on the agent's throat.
A truck rolled past the balcony, and Alan grinned as a plan started forming.
"Today's your lucky day." he said to the last Keeper remaining out of the entire task force sent to apprehend Jyoungmin. "You get to die fast."'
The agent gurgled again, but Alan pressed his foot down until he stopped. Then, he leaped down from the balcony onto the truck.
Balancing carefully, he walked along the body until he came to the cabin. Alan swung down and opened the door, gripping onto the sides as hard as he could. The confused driver barely had time to utter a word as Alan threw him out onto the road, and settled himself into the drivers seat.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
The escaping car hit the truck with a satisfying crunch. Alan grinned. He had waited in an alley, timing it perfectly, before driving out and letting the car hit the truck and completely crush the front.
He grinned even wider, and stepped out of the cabin. He wrenched open the front door, but the only person there was a man in a balaclava, his legs bleeding and crushed.
"Where the hell is Jyoungmin?" Alan snarled.
"Gone," the man replied, laughing weakly, "You're too late. She's gone. Escaped. Free." The man coughed a little.
Alan reached over and grabbed him.
"You've got 10 seconds to tell me where the hell she went, before I kill you."
The man said nothing. Frustrated, Alan threw him on the ground.
"You know what? I think I might leave you here for the keepers. I can hear them coming now. Good luck getting away," Alan leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I hear they have some fascinating ways of making you talk." He turned, and sprinted into an alleyway looking for Jyoungmin.
EDIT: Sorry Seon, didn't see the thing about end of Turn 1. Does this still count?
The Keeper agent below his foot gurgled. Alan looked down at him, paused, redoubled his weight on the agent's throat.
A truck rolled past the balcony, and Alan grinned as a plan started forming.
"Today's your lucky day." he said to the last Keeper remaining out of the entire task force sent to apprehend Jyoungmin. "You get to die fast."'
The agent gurgled again, but Alan pressed his foot down until he stopped. Then, he leaped down from the balcony onto the truck.
Balancing carefully, he walked along the body until he came to the cabin. Alan swung down and opened the door, gripping onto the sides as hard as he could. The confused driver barely had time to utter a word as Alan threw him out onto the road, and settled himself into the drivers seat.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
The escaping car hit the truck with a satisfying crunch. Alan grinned. He had waited in an alley, timing it perfectly, before driving out and letting the car hit the truck and completely crush the front.
He grinned even wider, and stepped out of the cabin. He wrenched open the front door, but the only person there was a man in a balaclava, his legs bleeding and crushed.
"Where the hell is Jyoungmin?" Alan snarled.
"Gone," the man replied, laughing weakly, "You're too late. She's gone. Escaped. Free." The man coughed a little.
Alan reached over and grabbed him.
"You've got 10 seconds to tell me where the hell she went, before I kill you."
The man said nothing. Frustrated, Alan threw him on the ground.
"You know what? I think I might leave you here for the keepers. I can hear them coming now. Good luck getting away," Alan leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I hear they have some fascinating ways of making you talk." He turned, and sprinted into an alleyway looking for Jyoungmin.
EDIT: Sorry Seon, didn't see the thing about end of Turn 1. Does this still count?
KaiserElectric
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Nice conclusion. 
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Oh yeah, it's fine.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
You are right, Lord Iggy.
She won't escape. Just not in the way that anyone expects it.
Now go and finish that story
She won't escape. Just not in the way that anyone expects it.
Now go and finish that story
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Aww, I kind of wanted her to get inducted into the Third Eye. 
Spoiler :
July 24 2001 - 0321 Hrs - [REDACTED]
Yves swerved through the chaotic traffic, his firearm resting precariously on his lap.
"Tanev, did we get a lock on Shen?"
"Negative St-Laurent, he cut off."
"Goddamnit."
Steering with his knees, Yves tapped his transmitter while grabbing at his pistol, lest it fall to the floor.
"Agent St-Laurent to all units, Erlang Shen's capture is no longer a mission objective. Seize the anomaly, and only engage Protector Forces only if you are fired upon."
Swerving around a crashed van, Yves switched the channel.
"Operator, get a red line message through to the Protectors. This is a full-scale Keeper operation, we are attempting to capture agents of our mutual enemy, the Third Eye. Withdraw your forces or they will disrupt the neutralization of several rogue agents."
Breaking into Yves' hypercharged world was the disinterested drawl of Earl's voice.
"Hey Frenchie, you might want to brake now."
"Merde!"
Yves slammed on the brakes, the small Keeper automobile screeching to a hault just behind a set of black vans.
"Report!" barked Yves into his headset.
In response, a buzzing voice came from the Vanguard vehicle a short distance ahead.
"Truck in the way... it's pulling out now... and we've lost visual on the car."
"Maintain pursuit! Bloodhounds, where is the target vehicle?"
"Kappa Two Chopper Two here, target took a right turn, heading through the alleys."
"Yves."
Throughout all the commotion, Earl's voice was a drop of clarity.
"What?"
"The anomaly has left the car."
Yves cursed and rapidly tapped his headset through its channels.
"Vanguards! Split up, one van pursue the vehicle, the other travel with Agents Janciewicz and St-Laurent."
With that said, Yves drew the car up against the curb and undid his seatbelt. Man and gun, and man and dog simultaneously exited the vehicle.
Ahead, the Vanguards were pouring out of their vehicle, the model of professionalism. Earl followed his dog at a full into the alley, Anomaly 212 pressed tightly into his hand. Ethereal images of his surroundings flashed through his mind like an ersatz sense of sight, and through this he was able to maneuver. The blind man's heart pounded as he shouted into his headpiece.
"Close off all exits to this alley and both surrounding buildings! Task Force Leaders, report!"
"Vanguard's right behind you Agent."
"Bloodhound Chopper One is descending on the only exit from the alley."
"Calvary here, we're in a firefight with the Protectors."
"Mental Walls have a man down from an unknown assailant."
"Men in Black are closing the perimeter, nothing's getting out of here without us knowing it."
"Stone Faces here Agent, our van is closing on your location."
Earl turned one more corner. Adrenaline pounded in his head, and his senses amplified. The footsteps of the Vanguard behind and beside him, the whirring blades of the helicopter only a short distance ahead... the piercing shriek of a frightened young woman. The half-sight provided by 212 was useless by this point, the anomaly reduced everything into a brilliant, blue-green halo of flickering light at this range.
Time for the sighted folks to take over. The Vanguard Task Force leader stepped forward, and Earl did not object as a group of better-armed soldiers moved in front of him.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head!"
Earl gritted his teeth, listening to the sound of guns being readied in all directions. A quiet sobbing could be heard from ahead, where the Third Eyes and their stolen prize stood.
"Tranq 'em."
Yves swerved through the chaotic traffic, his firearm resting precariously on his lap.
"Tanev, did we get a lock on Shen?"
"Negative St-Laurent, he cut off."
"Goddamnit."
Steering with his knees, Yves tapped his transmitter while grabbing at his pistol, lest it fall to the floor.
"Agent St-Laurent to all units, Erlang Shen's capture is no longer a mission objective. Seize the anomaly, and only engage Protector Forces only if you are fired upon."
Swerving around a crashed van, Yves switched the channel.
"Operator, get a red line message through to the Protectors. This is a full-scale Keeper operation, we are attempting to capture agents of our mutual enemy, the Third Eye. Withdraw your forces or they will disrupt the neutralization of several rogue agents."
Breaking into Yves' hypercharged world was the disinterested drawl of Earl's voice.
"Hey Frenchie, you might want to brake now."
"Merde!"
Yves slammed on the brakes, the small Keeper automobile screeching to a hault just behind a set of black vans.
"Report!" barked Yves into his headset.
In response, a buzzing voice came from the Vanguard vehicle a short distance ahead.
"Truck in the way... it's pulling out now... and we've lost visual on the car."
"Maintain pursuit! Bloodhounds, where is the target vehicle?"
"Kappa Two Chopper Two here, target took a right turn, heading through the alleys."
"Yves."
Throughout all the commotion, Earl's voice was a drop of clarity.
"What?"
"The anomaly has left the car."
Yves cursed and rapidly tapped his headset through its channels.
"Vanguards! Split up, one van pursue the vehicle, the other travel with Agents Janciewicz and St-Laurent."
With that said, Yves drew the car up against the curb and undid his seatbelt. Man and gun, and man and dog simultaneously exited the vehicle.
Ahead, the Vanguards were pouring out of their vehicle, the model of professionalism. Earl followed his dog at a full into the alley, Anomaly 212 pressed tightly into his hand. Ethereal images of his surroundings flashed through his mind like an ersatz sense of sight, and through this he was able to maneuver. The blind man's heart pounded as he shouted into his headpiece.
"Close off all exits to this alley and both surrounding buildings! Task Force Leaders, report!"
"Vanguard's right behind you Agent."
"Bloodhound Chopper One is descending on the only exit from the alley."
"Calvary here, we're in a firefight with the Protectors."
"Mental Walls have a man down from an unknown assailant."
"Men in Black are closing the perimeter, nothing's getting out of here without us knowing it."
"Stone Faces here Agent, our van is closing on your location."
Earl turned one more corner. Adrenaline pounded in his head, and his senses amplified. The footsteps of the Vanguard behind and beside him, the whirring blades of the helicopter only a short distance ahead... the piercing shriek of a frightened young woman. The half-sight provided by 212 was useless by this point, the anomaly reduced everything into a brilliant, blue-green halo of flickering light at this range.
Time for the sighted folks to take over. The Vanguard Task Force leader stepped forward, and Earl did not object as a group of better-armed soldiers moved in front of him.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head!"
Earl gritted his teeth, listening to the sound of guns being readied in all directions. A quiet sobbing could be heard from ahead, where the Third Eyes and their stolen prize stood.
"Tranq 'em."
KaiserElectric
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