EPISODE 2 Chapter 3 ******************************************** Date: 05-04-02, 06:37 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP Ep:2} Hindsight Continuation From: Viki > "Chinese would be great," he said pleasantly. "I hate to eat alone." She grinned and left the store. She chattered happily, glad to have someone friendly to talk to instead of all these people with secrets and lies. She turned a corner. > Up ahead and to the left he saw a swing-sign with Chinese > lettering. The translation read "Palace of the Golden Moon," > though it was anything but. He gestured to Jordan. "Is this the > place," he said convincingly. "It looks nice." She nodded. "Yup, this is it. I haven't been in here, yet, so I'm not sure how nice it is, but..." She pushed open the door to the restaurant, and looked around. It was a decent place, clean at least. Naturally, it wasn't a 5 Star Restaurant with 3 waiters per table and bottles of champagne, but it was a nice place. "So, umn... wanna sit down?" She asked, a little quietly, reverting back to her shyness. ******************************************** Date: 05-10-02, 11:12 PM RP: CSM / NPC Subject: {RP, Ep2} Traffic Tie-Ups From: Nancy The Cigarette Smoking Man started to say, "You're wasting our time," but the Cadillac was gone, disappearing into the dark and dingy night of a bad St. Paul neighborhood. He felt a raindrop or two and looked up. A flag hung out an upper window of the dilapidated brick building. Unlit and, now, about to get wet in the rain, it flapped in the breeze - an easterly breeze. Though he wasn't familiar with the weather patterns in this part of the country, CSM knew the Great Lakes were to the east, and large bodies of water could produce frog stranglers. He walked back to his car, got in, lit a Morley. Thinking, watching the raindrops splashing on the car. The drops getting bigger, turning the view outside the windshield into an impressionist painting of city grunge. Thinking. He smoked another Morley. The job was clear enough: remove Mercer and distract Mulder and Scully. WMM hadn't mentioned it, and perhaps did not know, that another agent was investigating Sunshine Cleaners. Another piece in the puzzle CSM would have to solve. Thinking. CSM disliked murdering without a reason, and it would take a baseball bat upside the head to distract Mulder and Scully from an obvious X-File. Thinking. He smoked another Morley. Suddenly, he smiled like the Grinch and dialed on his cell phone. Why, the Syndicate even had employees in this area who spoke Spanish. -0-0-0-0-0- > "Well Chickita, It looks like your coming with us, eh?" > > It was not a question. Alex was definately gonna have to go somewhere > with this guy. She slowly raised her hands and tried to look as calm as she > could. Would Michela cry? Would she put up a fight. Should she keep up > her identity or try something? > > The second sling-shot guy moved into her room, up behind her and pushed > himself up against her back, grinding his crotch into the small of her back. > He leaned in to smell her hair and gently nipped her neck. > > "Mmm. This one is mine Ramone. She is sooo sweet. You ever been > plucked Chickita?" > > He grabbed a handfull of her hair and guided her out of the room. -0-0-0-0-0- "We're running late." "Don't tell me how to drive." But the driver sped up anyway. The passenger looked up from the map. "We should have been at the Chinese restaurant by now." The driver rolled his eyes. Traffic annoyed him, rain didn't help, and the car accident on I-35 had caused rush hour to last well into the night. He could imagine the idiot drivers in the SUV's driving like they thought they were Dale Earnhart, and for what? To get home and zone out in front of the television five minutes sooner? While *he,* an important person working for an important Group trying to save the world, *he* had to be stuck in a stupid traffic jam, and *he* had important things to do. Dressed properly in a black suit like men of his profession should be, the driver adjusted his tie. He had turned off the highway to bypass the traffic jam, and was now speeding through Park Avenue South. A traffic light caught him and he cursed. It was raining so hard, he could barely see out the windshield, even though the wipers were on high. "Where do we turn?" he asked, smoothing his hair in the rearview mirror. "Just keep going in the same direction. We're looking for 87th Street." The light changed, and he took off, weaving in and out of traffic. When the next light turned yellow, he cursed again, and slammed on the gas pedal. The light turned red and a pickup going in the other direction turned left in front of them. Though the driver hit the brakes, the car slid on the wet asphalt straight into the truck's passenger-side door. -0-0-0-0-0- > Jordan left the small laundromat. She explained to Caridad that she had > to leave, reclaimed her stuff and left. She didn't know where she was > going, or what she would do when she got there, but somehow she > knew she had to leave that place. "What are you doing?" she asked. "You make me lose my employee. There's much work to do." Though she was packing, as always, she tried to restrain herself. You pick your arguments, and she suspected that he might be a fed. And she was still trying to figure out why he looked familiar. William finally looked up, turned confused eyes towards her. "Yes," he said, slowly, softly. "I guess I should go." And he walked out of the efficiency. Caridad observed the clothes laid out on the futon, the store tags still attached. Walked to the kitchenette, opened the mini-fridge and saw the food in there. Wondered if she should wait before hiring someone else, maybe start taking applications again just in case. If the girl was involved with the fuzz, did she really want her around anyway? She locked the efficiency door behind her and went back down to the laundromat to close up shop. In the office, she looked at a newspaper clipping and remembered from where she recognized William. The partner of the man her group had killed. She checked the bullets in the chamber and ran outside. Ran in the dark rain, peeked into a couple of parked cars. When her hair and clothes were soaked through, and she was shivering too much to aim a gun anyway, she returned to the store, punching the glass entrance doors with her fist. "Dios mio! I could have had him!" -0-0-0-0-0- Agent William Mercer had the rental's windshield wipers on high but it was still difficult to see. He checked his mirrors, mostly out of habit - couldn't see much there anyway. What had he been thinking, he thought. Though his intentions had been honorable enough, he really had no way of protecting the girl, and as an unofficial assignment, he couldn't have relied on FBI resources. What if the parents sued? The wipers squeaked against the glass in a soothing rhythm. Fortunately, he'd come to his senses in time, just seconds before Jordan would have left with him. He saw a pub on the corner and licked his lips. Kept his eyes on it as he drove by, the small dingy place calling to him like an oasis. He thought of DeFoe and changed his mind. Looking back towards the road in front, he thought he saw a shadow in the blurry rain-washed night. In a second he realized what it was and slammed the brakes. -0-0-0-0-0- The Cigarette Smoking Man leaned against his black Lincoln, in his black Prada, protected from the rain by his black umbrella. He inhaled on the Morley, calmly waiting, the smoke floating upward like a swirl of watercolor. He knew Agent William Mercer had contacted Jordan Yorba, and a little research before the meeting in the alley had revealed where his hotel was, and his likely pattern of travel, as well as some of the agent's strengths and weaknesses. Having followed the rental for less than ten minutes, he figured out several places to intercept its travel. Including the Ford Parkway bridge. Maybe, CSM thought, WMM was right. Maybe Miss Yorba really was The Key. He wouldn't allow himself to think anything along the lines of Oh, Yeah, Sure, yet another key. Wouldn't allow himself to consider the facts that led him to believe that Jordan was perfectly normal, squeaky clean. A waste of Syndicate resources. He had a job to do. A wasteful, horrible job. Maybe it was time to retire. He threw the Morley on the ground, and the rain extinguished it. He watched as the headlights approached, the street deserted on this dark, cold, rainy night. Heard the squeal of brakes, watched the rental spin one hundred eighty degrees, then come to a stop against a light post. He approached the driver's window and with a glacial grin and a movement of the hand indicated that he should open the window. Mercer, wide-eyed, breathing hard, did so. "Agent Mercer?" "Who are you?" "The girl needs your help. Let's take a walk." CSM saw the effect that had on Mercer, whose face took on that I-Wanna-Be-A-Hero appearance. They parked the cars on the side of the road and walked. Lighting a cigarette, he led the agent towards the bridge. "Do you know who she is?" CSM asked as he reached into his jacket. He moved the tiny syringe into his fist, waited for the right moment. And as Mercer, talking, distracted by his own words, turned his face to look at the great Mississippi River, CSM injected his neck with a simple drug which worked quickly, but would show up in an autopsy as a heroine overdose. "What the--" Mercer felt his neck, glared at CSM and lunged. CSM blocked the lunge with his umbrella. They only fought for a few minutes, and then Mercer weakened as the drug took effect. He tried to shake himself loose, and before he could stumble to the ground, CSM pushed him over the railing. He watched as Mercer flew for several seconds. Watched as he broke the surface of the water in a great splash. Watched as the body surfaced, face down in the river, a few yards away. -0-0-0-0-0- Skinner winced at the scent of Reyes' cigarettes. Something about her, he thought. Maybe it was just the smell. He collected himself and said, "How are those reports coming along, agents?" His phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Skinner." A clicking sound, as that of a butane lighter being lit. The sound of a deep inhalation. Skinner looked down so Mulder and Scully wouldn't see his face; they would know, they would read it in his eyes. Finally, the familiar voice said, "Hello, Walt." And with the odor upon Reyes' clothes, it was like he was right there in the same room with him. "This is not a good time," he said as firmly as he could muster. "Are Mulder and Scully with you?" "Yes." "And you've explained the urgency of helping out their fellow agent in distress, as we discussed?" "Can I go now?" Skinner heard another inhalation, an exhalation. "Good work, Assistant Director. I'll make sure to let the higher-ups know that we value your continued good health." Cringing at the reference to the nanobots, Skinner hung up the phone. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, wondering that was going on that needed Mulder and Scully's distraction. Must be more important than just another spaceship landing. He cleared his throat and began: "An FBI agent is missing." He handed Mulder photos of Alex Benton, handed Reyes a file folder with some basic biographical information. Height, weight, eye color, last seen. "She was undercover in Minneapolis, Minnesota," he continued, "investigating a possible terrorist organization." Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw an expression on Reyes' face. Knowing? Wondering? Recognition? He turned towards her, but the expression was gone. Nothing there but concentration on the folder in her hands. She looked up and her expression was more like What are we supposed to do? Perhaps he'd imagined it, seen something that wasn't there. Those phone calls made him edgy. "Go find her," Skinner said. "Daylight's burning." ******************************************** Date: 05-21-02, 08:47 PM RP: NPC Subject: Re: Re: {RP Ep:2} Hindsight Continuation From: Brandi >> "Chinese would be great," he said pleasantly. "I hate to eat alone." > > She grinned and left the store. She chattered happily, glad to have > someone friendly to talk to instead of all these people with secrets and > lies. She turned a corner > > Up ahead and to the left he saw a swing-sign with Chinese > lettering. The translation read "Palace of the Golden Moon," > though it was anything but. He gestured to Jordan. "Is this the > place," he said convincingly. "It looks nice." > > She nodded. > > "Yup, this is it. I haven't been in here, yet, so I'm not sure how nice it > is, but..." She pushed open the door to the restaurant, and looked around. > It was a decent place, clean at least. Naturally, it wasn't a 5 Star > Restaurant with 3 waiters per table and bottles of champagne, but it was > a nice place. > "So, umn...wanna sit down?" She asked, a little quietly, reverting back > to her shyness. He smiled at Jordan, feeling less smothered by this most recent turn. Having had little to eat before the job, grabbing a bite didn't seem like such a bad idea after all. And since he was stuck here until further notice, he had no choice but to play the part. "Yeah, sure." His smile widened. He followed a petite matrade to a corner table, a two seater with Paris cafe chairs, mismatched in the dim surroundings. In the middle of the room, on a large square of linoleum where the overfed carpet came to a hault, patrons fed at a smoking trough of strange smoking goulash. The windows were draped in heavy red curtains, and hung along the dark carpeting in the tightly lit room. The restaurant was no longer a restaurant. With the smells and steam and sounds bouncing off the soft surfaces around him, Travis sat in the bowels of some rice-eating hell beast with a girl he intended to kidnap. Travis opened a menu and looked at his options, though he suddenly wasn't hungry. He frowned at the entrees... moo goo gai-whatever, moo shu-something-or-other, garlic chicken. Seemed harmless enough, so he ordered. As he waited for the tea, he tried his hand at small talk. "So how long have you lived in the city Jordan? If you don't mind me saying so, you seem pretty young to be an independant." He paused, hoping she hadn't taken offense, and struggled to recover. "I mean, you look young for your age is all, not that your not competent of caring for yourself, and I really don't know your age, but..." He was stammering and it made him feel powerless. He hated this situation. God, if they'd only been there according to plan. He couldn't think of it now, though, what's the use? "So Jordan," he began, "tell me a little bit about yourself?'' He smiled, feeling less nervous than before. "Do you have any hobbies?" He shook it off, and forked another piece of garlic chicken. ******************************************** Date: 05-24-02, 08:27 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP Ep:2} Hindsight Continuation From: Viki > He smiled at Jordan, feeling less smothered by this most recent > turn. Having had little to eat before the job, grabbing a bite > didn't seem like such a bad idea after all. And since he was > stuck here until further notice, he had no choice but to play the > part. > > "Yeah, sure." His smile widened. He followed a petite matrade to > a corner table, a two seater with Paris cafe chairs, mismatched > in the dim surroundings. In the middle of the room, on a large > square of linoleum where the overfed carpet came to a hault, > patrons fed at a smoking trough of strange smoking goulash. The > windows were draped in heavy red curtains, and hung along the > dark carpeting in the tightly lit room. > The restaurant was no longer a restaurant. With the smells and > team and sounds bouncing off the soft surfaces around him, Travis > sat in the bowels of some rice-eating hell beast with a girl he > intended to kidnap. > > Travis opened a menu and looked at his options, though he > suddenly wasn't hungry. He frowned at the entrees... moo goo > gai-whatever, moo shu-something-or-other, garlic chicken . Seemed > harmless enough, so he ordered. > > As he waited for the tea, he tried his hand at small talk. "So > how long have you lived in the city Jordan? If you don't mind me > saying so, you seem pretty young to be an independant." He > paused, hoping she hadn't taken offense, and struggled to > recover. "I mean, you look young for your age is all, not that > your not competent of caring for yourself, and I really don't > know your age, but..." He was stammering and it made him feel > powerless. He hated this situation. God, if they'd only been > there according to plan. He couldn't think of it now, though, > what's the use? Jordan smiled a little and laughed at his obvious loss of words and 'oh dear, what have I said?' expression. "Well, I'm sure you don't really want to hear my life story. I won't bore you with the details. The long and short of it is that I used to live in a monastry with a bunch of monks, but I left because I..." she paused. "Well, I don't really know why I left. It just felt right, I suppose. So, I've been living in the city for..." she counted mentally the days, "...5 days? Something like that. Not long." She took a mental break to realize she had just told a complete stranger quite a bit about herself, but she didn't think much about it. "What about you? How long have you been living in the city? How old are you?" > "So Jordan," he began, "tell me a little bit about yourself?'' He > smiled, feeling less nervous than before. "Do you have any >hobbies?". He shook it off, and forked another piece of garlic >chicken. "Hobbies?" She laughed. "Not really. Like I said, I've been living in a monastry my whole life. Our only hobbies there are praying and singing hymns. I've only been... out... for like, a week. I haven't had much opportunity to really get a hobby." She took a bite out of her egg roll and drank her Shirley Temple. "What about you? Where do you work?" ******************************************** Date: 05-25-02, 07:55 AM RP: NPC Subject: {RP Ep:2} Palace of the Golden Moon From: Brandi >> As he waited for the tea, he tried his hand at small talk. "So >> how long have you lived in the city Jordan? If you don't mind me >> saying so, you seem pretty young to be an independant." He >> paused, hoping she hadn't taken offense, and struggled to >> recover. "I mean, you look young for your age is all, not that >> your not competent of caring for yourself, and I really don't >> know your age, but..." He was stammering and it made him feel >> powerless. He hated this situation. God, if they'd only been >> there according to plan. He couldn't think of it now, though, >> what's the use? > > Jordan smiled a little and laughed at his obvious loss of words and 'oh > dear, what have I said?' expression. > > "Well, I'm sure you don't really want to hear my life story. I won't bore > you with the details. "You won't bore me," he interrupted good naturedly. > The long and short of it is that I used to live in a monastry with a bunch > of monks, but I left because I..." she paused. "Well, I don't really know > why I left. It just felt right, I suppose. So, I've been living in the city > for..." she counted mentally the days, "...5 days? Something like that. > Not long." She took a mental break to realize she had just told a > complete stranger quite a bit about herself, but she didn't think much > about it. "What about you? How long have you been living in the city? > How old are you?" Travis sipped his green tea and smiled a little over the rim. He could tell the girl trusted him a little, and that was reassuring. He crossed his ankles under the table and prepared a familiar lie, but didn't use it. Her eyes were open and trusting. What would it hurt to tell the truth for once? She wasn't going to be in a position to tell anyone much longer anyway. "I was born in Iowa and lived there until I was 17. All of that corn got a little old," he said with a chuckle. "I went out west, to Arizona, went to school and finally moved to Minnesota. I haven't been here long (it was the truth) and I'm 27 years old." He blushed a little, realizing he'd said probably too much, and the large majority of it wasn't a lie. >> "So Jordan," he began, "tell me a little bit about yourself?'' He >> smiled, feeling less nervous than before. "Do you have any >> hobbies?". He shook it off, and forked another piece of garlic >> chicken. > > "Hobbies?" She laughed. "Not really. Like I said, I've been living in a > monastry my whole life. Our only hobbies there are praying and singing > hymns. I've only been... out... for like, a week. I haven't had much > opportunity to really get a hobby." She took a bite out of her egg roll > and drank her Shirley Temple. "What about you? Where do you work? "You should get a hobby," he said nervously. "You look like a collector, like coins or stamps or something." He realized he was evading the question. "I like to boat," he said shyly. "I like to take my sailboat out on the lake and stay for hours." And for the lie... "I work for a pharmaceutical company. I'm a sales rep, but I have the week off, so decided I would look around a bit." He smiled. "I'm glad I did." ******************************************** Date: 05-25-02, 08:46 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP Ep:2} Palace of the Golden Moon From: Viki > Travis sipped his green tea and smiled a little over the rim. He could tell > the girl trusted him a little, and that was reassuring. He crossed his > ankles under the table and prepared a familiar lie, but didn't use it. Her > eyes were open and trusting. What would it hurt to tell the truth for > once? She wasn't going to be in a position to tell anyone much longer > anyway. > > "I was born in Iowa and lived there until I was 17. All of that corn got a > little old," he said with a chuckle. "I went out west, to Arizona, went to > school and finally moved to Minnesota. I haven't been here long (it was > the truth) and I'm 27 years old." He blushed a little, realizing he'd said > probably too much, and the large majority of it wasn't a lie She glanced up. 27? She didn't know what to think. He was quite a bit older than her. She avoided the subject of age, and glanced up to his next question. >>> "So Jordan," he began, "tell me a little bit about yourself?'' >>> He smiled, feeling less nervous than before. "Do you have any >>> hobbies?". He shook it off, and forked another piece of >>> garlic chicken. >> >> "Hobbies?" She laughed. "Not really. Like I said, I've been >> living in a monastry my whole life. Our only hobbies there are >> praying and singing hymns. I've only been... out... for like, a >> week. I haven't had much opportunity to really get a hobby." She >> took a bite out of her egg roll and drank her Shirley Temple. >> "What about you? Where do you work?" > > "You should get a hobby," he said nervously. "You look like a > collector, like coins or stamps or something." She blushed a little and smiled. "I'll think about it." > He realized he was evading the question. "I like to boat," he > said shyly. "I like to take my sailboat out on the lake and stay > for hours." And for the lie... "I work for a pharmaceutical > company. I'm a sales rep, but I have the week off, so decided I > would look around a bit." He smiled. "I'm glad I did." This made her, once again, blush and look down at her near-empty plate. She didn't know what to feel or think. Her head sort of swam and she looked up through her eyelashes at the man before her. Someone who was 10 years older than her, had *much* more real life experience, and for some reason piqued her attention and attraction. "Umn, I am, too." She said, at a loss for words. She looked around for something to talk about. ******************************************** Date: 05-31-02, 04:18 PM RP: CSM Subject: {RP, Ep2} Smoke on the (Frozen) Water From: Nancy > The sound of footsteps echoed from outside -- someone was coming. > The doorknob began to turn. Langly looked at Alex, fear in his eyes, > and he searched frantically for an alternate exit or hiding place as the > door slowly opened. The Cigarette Smoking Man inhaled on a Morley and blinked as he looked first at Langly, then at Alex Benton, then back at Langly. A calm cool expression on his face, as though an innocent observer of an everyday event. The two men that walked in behind him closed the door and stood next to it at the ready, finely dressed in black overcoats, black shirts, black shoes, even black sunglasses in the dimly lit room. They looked as though they spoke perfect English. "I see it's visiting hours," CSM said, and dragged on the cigarette, wondering if Langly knew who he was, if he recognized him from his research. "I do hope you'll forgive the level of hospitality you've received. These men, think of them as subcontractors. They'll do the job they're paid for, but without quite the, er, dedication as the GC's." He dropped the Morley on the floor, crushed it with his shoe. "Take them upstairs, make them comfortable." He turned back to Langly and Benton. "Not that they'll ever remember how they're treated here." ******************************************** Date: 06-01-02, 08:54 AM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP, Ep2} Smoke on the (Frozen) Water From: Jan > He dropped the Morley on the floor, crushed it with > his shoe. "Take them upstairs, make them > comfortable." He turned back to Langly and > Benton. "Not that they'll ever remember how they're > treated here." Feeling the iron grip of one of CSM's "men in black" immobilizing his neck, Langly obediently marched up the stairs. He still had his knife, and he prayed that no one would think to look through his pockets. Two thorough cavity searches were enough for one lifetime, thank you very much. Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost see Alex for a brief moment before she and the other man lagged behind, ending up in Langly's blind spot. He cursed under his breath, consumed with worry over both Special Agent Benton and the rescue mission that had just imploded. The five of them arrived upstairs. The man who had escorted Langly loosened his grip on the hacker's neck long enough to swing the door open and show Langly and Alex to where they would stay. ******************************************** Date: 06-11-02, 07:17 PM RP: NPC Subject: Re: {RP Ep:2} Palace of the Golden Moon From: Brandi > > I work for a pharmaceutical company. I'm a sales rep, > > but have the week off, so decided I > > would look around a bit." He smiled. "I'm glad I did." > > This made her, once again, blush and look down at her > near-empty plate. She didn't know what to feel or think. Her > head sort of swam and she looked up through her eyelashes > at the man before her. Someone who was 10 years older than > her, had *much* more real life experience, and for some > reason piqued her attention and attraction. > "Umn, I am, too." She said, at a loss for words. She > looked around for something to talk about. Travis looked up from their conversation just in time to see an unmarked black van pull onto the curb. Not conspicuous enough to attract much attention, but its purpose (to him at least) was clear: It was his ride, and they were late. He looked at Jordan and gave a tight smile. He'd come very close to forgetting why he was there, and it scared him. The room seemed 12 degrees hotter, and there was a lump in his throat that tightened his voice. "Hey, why don't we get out of here," he said cooly. "I could really go for some ice cream after all this." He paused, avoiding the window. "Let's get dessert on the road." He smiled warmly. "Whatdya say?" ******************************************** Date: 06-11-02, 09:43 PM RP: CSM Subject: {RP, Ep2} From: Nancy > The five of them arrived upstairs. The man who had escorted Langly > loosened his grip on the hacker's neck long enough to swing the door open > and show Langly and Alex to where they would stay. The Cigarette Smoking Man entered the room behind the others. The men dropped Langley in one chair and Alex in another. He lit a Morley. -0-0-0-0-0- "Langly?" Inside the van, Frohike turned the volume knob on his headseat, typed frantically on the keyboard. "Langly, can you hear me?" "What's wrong?" Byers asked. "I don't know," Frohike answered. "Langly! What's going on?" -0-0-0-0-0- A man, muscular and dressed in formal black clothes, brought coffee. After CSM waved him away, he offered Langly a cup. CSM stared at Langly for a long time. The black-rimmed glasses, blond hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in a while. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette, held it between thumb and index finger as he blew smoke lightly towards the ceiling. "How'd you find the place, Mr. Langly?" he asked. ******************************************** Date: 06-12-02, 04:15 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: {RP Ep:2} Palace of the Golden Moon From: Viki > "Hey, why don't we get out of here," he said cooly. "I could > really go for some ice cream after all this." He paused, avoiding > the window. "Let's get dessert on the road." He smiled warmly. > "Whatdya say?" Jordan smiled and nodded. "I like ice cream. Mmn, orange pineapple is my favourite." She stood up and pulled some money from her wallet to pay for dinner. "Let's go." ******************************************** Date: 06-12-02, 04:32 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP, Ep2} From: Jan > The Cigarette Smoking Man entered the room behind > the others. The men dropped Langley in one chair > and Alex in another. He lit a Morley. > > -0-0-0-0-0- > > "Langly?" Inside the van, Frohike turned the volume > knob on his headseat, typed frantically on the > keyboard. "Langly, can you hear me?" > > "What's wrong?" Byers asked. > > "I don't know," Frohike answered. "Langly! What's > going on?" > > -0-0-0-0-0- Langly reached up and pretended to scratch his ear, all the while turning up the volume on his earpiece. With any luck, Frohike and Byers could hear CSM and would be able to figure out what was happening without tipping anyone else off to the fact that Langly hadn't come alone. > A man, muscular and dressed in formal black clothes, > brought coffee. After CSM waved him away, he > offered Langly a cup. Langly accepted it cautiously, weighing the options in his head. Eventually, though, his need for energy won out over his fear of being poisoned, and he sipped the scalding black beverage while silently studying CSM. > CSM stared at Langly for a long time. The > black-rimmed glasses, blond hair that looked like it > hadn't been combed in a while. He inhaled deeply on > the cigarette, held it between thumb and index > finger as he blew smoke lightly towards the ceiling. > "How'd you find the place, Mr. Langly?" he asked. Langly stared defiantly into CSM's eyes. Steeling himself for the worst possible outcome, he scowled up at Mulder and Scully's chain-smoking adversary. "I'll never tell." ******************************************** Date: 06-12-02, 05:27 PM RP: Dana Scully / Fox Mulder Subject: {RP EP: 2} (M/S, NPC) Diversions From: Brandi > Skinner winced at the scent of Reyes' cigarettes. Something about > her, he thought. Maybe it was just the smell. He collected himself > and said, "How are those reports coming along, agents?" Scully straightened in the chair, eager to break the uneasy silence. "Well sir, Agent Mulder and I have-- > His phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Skinner." > > A clicking sound, as that of a butane lighter being lit. The sound of a > deep inhalation. Skinner looked down so Mulder and Scully wouldn't see > his face; they would know, they would read it in his eyes. Finally, the > familiar voice said, "Hello, Walt." And with the odor upon > Reyes' clothes, it was like he was right there in the same room > with him. > > He cleared his throat and began: "An FBI agent is missing." Mulder and Scully exchanged a look, still curious from the mysterious phone call made in their presence, and now this. > He handed Mulder photos of Alex Benton, handed Reyes a file folder > with some basic biographical information. Height, weight, eye color, last > seen. "She was undercover in Minneapolis, Minnesota," he continued, > "investigating a possible terrorist organization." > > Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw an expression on > Reyes' face. Knowing? Wondering? Recognition? He turned towards > her, but the expression was gone. Nothing there but concentration on > the folder in her hands. She looked up and her expression was more like > What are we supposed to do? Perhaps he'd imagined it, seen something > that wasn't there. Those phone calls made him edgy Mulder flipped through the file and handed a few pages to Scully, still sitting erect and visibly uncomfortable near the "walking ashtray." Finally his temperament got the better of him. "With all due respect Sir, what does this have anything to do with the X-Files? We already have an assignment." Skinner stood from his desk, hands on his hips. He was a looming presence over the still-seated ensemble. "Agents," he said through clenched teeth, "are you questioning my authority to assign you a case?" "Sir," Scully interjected, "I think what agent Mulder is suggesting is that we may have to postpone further work on our current assignment, so as to further investigate this more pertinent matter." Scully eyed Mulder pointedly, as if to say, "I've fixed it now, leave it alone." But he couldn't. And all the while Reyes just sat there, a half smile on her face, uncomfortably thumbing the folder in her lap. Thankfully Mulder didn't have to say what he was thinking... Skinner said it for him. "Agent Reyes, I need to speak with Agents Mulder and Scully alone please." Reyes smiled and left the room, taking the file with her. With Reyes gone Scully felt considerably more at ease, despite the situation. Mulder/Skinner face-offs were better diffused when there was no outside interference. Mulder eyed Skinner, stupidly defiant in the face of his superior. "This isn't about any missing agent, is it," he spat. "This is all about tying our hands behind our backs, keeping us placated so we won't poke around in the wrong places!" He turned to Scully. "We must be getting close, Scully, or we wouldn't be handed *this*." He slammed the folder on Skinner's desk. "Mulder that's enough," Scully said firmly. She picked up the file from Skinner's desk and tucked it under her arm. The two men stood in front of each other, unmoving. "Mulder," she said plainly, but he did not turn to face her. She spoke his name once more and he reluctantly complied, glancing down at the folder she held instead of meeting her eyes. Skinner remained stoic, more than happy to leave Mulder's questions unanswered. > "Go find her," Skinner said. "Daylight's burning." The two agents left his office without a word. --- -0-0-0- Office of Fox Mulder -0-0-0- Mulder pushed through his office door, not caring if it slammed shut behind him. Scully, already inside, shared the same frustration though did not express it. Mulder reached the middle of the room and turned to face her. "Something's going on Scully. This Benton case is a diversion--but why? What was that phone call about? Did you see how he reacted?" Scully considered. Skinner did react a bit cryptically, but was that to preserve the privacy of his conversation, or something more? She stepped around it. "Perhaps these expense reports are the diversion, Mulder, and Benton is the case." She paused, grasping for something that would come close to making sense. "I can't tell you what that was about Mulder... can't even begin to understand why we're being handed this case, but Skinner *did* assign it to us. Although it's obviously not an X-File, there has to be a legitimate reason." Mulder looked at her, unconvinced. "Oh I'm sure there's a reason Scully, but not one we'll ever be aware of" Scully pushed a stack of papers to one side of "her area" and sat down on the edge. "Perhaps we'll know once we get there," she offered. Mulder seemed to consider this, thinking. A few seconds past. "What if we don't go at all," he said. "You know that's not an option Mulder. We have to follow orders." "I know all about following orders, Scully, but I feel we really have something here. This case, Jordan--Scully you saw it yourself! You recognized the similarities." "What I recognize might very well be coincidences," Scully clarified. "But you don't know that for sure." Mulder had moved through a pile of scattered papers to stand directly in front of her. No, she didn't know that for sure. As careful as she was to not jump to conclusions, she had to admit the situation warranted further investigation. A bit defeated if not by her own rationalizations, she sighed. "Following orders doesn't mean we can't follow our own agenda," Scully said. "If we are discreet." Mulder smiled slyly, not believing it. "Agent Scully are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" She looked at him cautiously. "Let's go Mulder, before I change my mind." -0-0-0- ******************************************** Date: 06-13-02, 01:03 PM RP: NPC Subject: {RP, Ep: 2} Palace of the Golden Moon (cont.) From: Brandi >> "Let's get dessert on the road." He smiled warmly. "Whatdya say?" > > Jordan smiled and nodded. "I like ice cream. Mmn, orange pineapple > is my favourite." She stood up and > pulled some money from her wallet to pay for dinner. > "Let's go." Travis grabbed her lightly on the wrist, thwarting her movement. "No please, allow me; I'd really like to pay for it." He put a twenty on the table and followed Jordan out into the busy street. There were a lot of people around, milling about like ants in a jar. He and Jordan should go largely unnoticed. He allowed his eyes to travel across the street, careful not to move his head in the direction of the van. The two monkeys in the front seat were arguing, like the baffoons that they were. He had a few things to say to them as well, but it would have to wait. Right now there were more pressing matters. By some small miracle the one behind the wheel looked up, recognized him and cranked the engine. In one stealth move Travis had his arm looped around Jordan's waist, a gun pressed into her ribs. Her gasp of surprise made him shiver. "I don't want to hurt you Jordan," he breathed in her ear, "but I will if I have to." ******************************************** Date: 06-14-02, 09:09 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP, Ep: 2} Palace of the Golden Moon (cont.) From: Viki > Travis grabbed her lightly on the wrist, thwarting her movement. > "No please, allow me; I'd really like to pay for it." He put a > twenty on the table and followed Jordan out into the busy street. She smiled. "Are you sure?" She left a tip on the table before he could. "There, I'd feel terrible otherwise." It occured to her that she was with a stranger. And now she was *leaving* wit a stranger. A stranger that was 10 years her elder. But he seemed like a nice guy... They stepped out onto the sidewalk and started to walk down. All of a sudden she felt his arm snake around her, and something stick into her ribs. She gasped a bit, slightly surprised and quite frightened. > "I don't want to hurt you Jordan," he breathed in her ear, "but > I will if I have to." She looked around and figured it was best to just go along. She nodded, then for the benefit of the public, giggled a bit, pretending his arm around her waist was a display of affection instead of an act of violence. ******************************************** Date: 06-15-02, 09:09 AM RP: NPC Subject: Re: Re: {RP, Ep: 2} Palace of the Golden Moon (cont.) From: Brandi >> They stepped out onto the sidewalk and started to walk down. All of >> a sudden she felt his arm snake around her, and something stick into her >> ribs. She gasped a bit, slightly surprised and quite frightened. > >>> "I don't want to hurt you Jordan," he breathed in her ear, "but I will if >>> I have to." > >> She looked around and figured it was best to just go along. >> She nodded, then for the benefit of the public, giggled a bit, >> pretending his arm around her waist was a display of affection >> instead of an act of violence. "Good," Travis said with a smile. He pulled her closer. "Now listen to me very carefully. When the black van at the intersection pulls to the curb, we're going for a little ride. Don't make a fuss, don't draw attention to yourself in anyway or I *will* shoot you. In front of all these people I'll leave your body in the street. Do you understand me?" He didn't wait for an answer. The black van slowed to a crawl, the bag doors flung open. Travis hustled Jordan into the back of the van, secured her to a bench seat as he sat across from her. The van was impeccably clean; no hair, fiber or anything else from job to job could ever be discovered... a perfect crime scene on wheels. He withdrew a velvet pouch of various syringes and ampules; pulling on gloves to do the job right, when he noticed a pair of eyes in the review mirror. Travis stopped what he was doing and looked at the two in the front seat. The driver was a broadshouldered quaterback type, the other a little too relaxed for his own good. They WERE NOT the men who were given the job. "Just what the hell is going on here," Travis said defiantly, "who are you people?" The man riding shotgun replied without looking at him. "There's been a change of plans, Mr. Alexander. We're going to take a little detour... call it, 'the scenic route.'" The humourless man pressed a button and disappeared behind a blacked-out petition. Travis looked at Jordan, registered the fear in her eyes and mirrored it with some of his own. ******************************************** Date: 06-16-02, 10:58 AM RP: Dana Scully / Fox Mulder Subject: {RP Ep 2} (M/S) Kate's Greasy Spoon From: Brandi xXxXxXxXx Kate's Greasy Spoon Minneapolis, MN xXxXxXxXx The small diner was bustling with people as the lunch crowd converged on the unassuming restaurant. Kate's Greasy Spoon, a Mulder suggestion, was supposedly known for its mammoth-sized burgers. Scully picked at her salad, eyes combing the room for a peek at one of those red meat atrocities. For the sake of curiosity, of course. "The way I see it Scully, she couldn't have gotten far. I mean, she's only been missing a few days... she'd need a job, a place to stay." Mulder's mouth was full and he had a spot of ketchup on his lower lip, which he wiped away at her indication. Mulder spoke of course of Jordan, not Alex Benton, the young agent they'd been assigned to find. He'd been fixated on the case ever since boarding the plane, and because there was another agenda here, Scully was finding it difficult to strike an balance between the two. Since both cases had roots in MN, double loyalty was possible. Not easy, but possible. "I dunno Mulder. The local Bureau has been less than helpful. Whoever this Mercer is he's now missing, and he was working outside the Bureau's mainstream anyway, trying to find the missing girl. There are two many parties involved... it's all too scattered to make sense." "That's it exactly," Mulder said. "It *doesn't* make sense. Mercer, Jordan; we can't even find anyone who's seen the girl, much less talked to her. And my repeated attempts to contact the Gunmen have failed. I'm beginning to worry, it's not like them to not answer my line." Scully smirked. "They're probably at a Trek convention Mulder. I wouldn't worry." Mulder feigned shock. "Now that wasn't very nice Agent Scully," he said with a grin. "I'm not very nice," she said flatly, "especially when I'm hungry." She picked at her wilted lettuce. "Mulder, next time I'm picking the restaurant." Mulder shrugged and gestured at his empty plate. "I can't complain," he said wryly. "So. What do we have on Benton." "Nothing. Next to nothing anyway," Scully replied. "We know she was working an undercover operation, and had infiltrated a potential domestic terrorist group supposedly based out of 'Sunshine Cleaners' on 87th street. The owner, Caridad Benitez, has been linked to several organized terrorist groups in and outside the US. From what I can tell from these reports, Benton was pretty deep in." Mulder reached into his jacket and produced a wallet, opened it and placed a few bills on the table. He smiled knowingly at Scully. "It's the least I can do," he said with an apologetic smile. Scully considered her disappointing meal. "You're right Mulder. It's the very least you could possibly do." Mulder grinned and gathered the files spread across the formica. "Come on," Mulder said with a laugh, "let's go talk to Caridad." ******************************************** Date: 06-16-02, 12:51 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP, Ep: 2} Palace of the Golden Moon (cont.) From: Viki > "Good," Travis said with a smile. Jordan was surprised by the sudden tug at her arm. > "Now listen to me very carefully. When the black van at the intersection > pulls to the curb, we're going for a little ride. Don't make a fuss, don't > draw attention to yourself in anyway or I *will* shoot you. In front of > all these people. I'll leave your body in the street. Do you understand > me?" She was about to nod, but he didn't give her the time. A black van pulled up next to them, not really stopping completely. > Travis hustled Jordan into the back of the van, secured her to a bench > seat as he sat across from her. The van was impeccably clean; no hair, > fiber or anything else from job to job could ever be discovered... a > perfect crime scene on wheels. He withdrew a velvet pouch of various > syringes and ampules; pulling on gloves to do the job right, when he > noticed a pair of eyes in the review mirror. Travis stopped what he was > doing and looked at the two in the front seat. > Jordan was very scared. {{What is that?}} she thought. {{Why is he > pulling out syringes? I'm scared of needles. What the heck is that other > thing?}} Her mind raced. She looked up at Travis and noticed > something in his eyes. Surprise. > The driver was a broadshouldered quaterback type, the other a little too > relaxed for his own good. They WERE NOT the men who were given > the job. "Just what the hell is going on here," Travis said defiantly, "who > are you people?" Jordan looked between Travis and the passenger. {{What's going on?}}. She was scared witless. Her eyes started to dart around and she started to panic. > The man riding shotgun replied without looking at him. "There's been a > change of plans, Mr. Alexander. We're going to take a little detour... call > it, 'the scenic route.' Jordan was flipping inside, now. She didn't know what was going on or what to do. > The humourless man pressed a button and disappeared behind > a blacked-out petition. Travis looked at Jordan, registered the fear in her > eyes and mirrored it with some of his own > Jordan did *not* like that. She was scared, but at least Travis used to > know what was going on. Now they were both floating without a > life-preserver. Her voice cracked. "Umn...what's going on?" ******************************************** Date: 06-17-02, 04:38 PM RP: CSM Subject: {RP, Ep2) We Have Ways From: Nancy >> CSM stared at Langly for a long time. The >> black-rimmed glasses, blond hair that looked like it >> hadn't been combed in a while. He inhaled deeply on >> the cigarette, held it between thumb and index >> finger as he blew smoke lightly towards the ceiling. >> "How'd you find the place, Mr. Langly?" he asked. > > Langly stared defiantly into CSM's eyes. Steeling himself > for the worst possible outcome, he scowled up at Mulder > and Scully's chain-smoking adversary. "I'll never tell." The Cigarette Smoking Man dragged on his Morley, observing Langly through a cloud of smoke. "Yes, well. No matter." He turned, paced a few steps. The door to this room was steel, heavy, and had a large window of bulletproof glass through which one could see anyone who happened to pass by. And anyone who passed by could see in. CSM turned back, crushed the cigarette in an ashtray. "You know, if I really needed the information, I could get it out of you," he said, his smile as cold and level as his voice. "We have ways, as they say." He reached in his jacket and brought out a pack of Morleys. "Would you like a cigarette?" ******************************************** Date: 06-18-02, 11:18 AM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP, Ep2) We Have Ways From: Jan > He reached in his jacket and brought out a pack of > Morleys. "Would you like a cigarette?" Langly shook his head no, shifting in his chair. As much as he needed something to relieve his stress right now, smoking would make his asthma flare up something terrible, and the last thing he wanted was to be incapacitated at such an inappropriate time. Afraid to break his and CSM's eye contact, Langly resisted the urge to steal another quick glance at Alex. What little he had seen of her swollen nose while he was cutting her free had reminded him of the urgency of this mission -- not only should the two of them be in Gilgamesh, riding far away from Spender's place right now, but she also needed a doctor. His medical knowledge was limited at best, encompassing basic first aid, CPR, anatomy, his own asthma treatment and a few stray things he had picked up from Scully. In any case, there was little he could do about her injuries. -0-0-0-0-0- Byers listened intently to the goings-on with his headset, as did Frohike. Running a hand through his neatly-clipped hair, Byers ran through a list of contacts in his head, trying to match their voices with the ones he heard now. "Who the hell is that?" Frohike narrowed his eyes, remembering. "I know." ******************************************** Date: 06-19-02, 06:36 PM RP: Alex Krycek Subject: {RP, Ep:2} An Unwelcome Visitor From: Ashley >> "Go find her," Skinner said. "Daylight's burning." > > The two agents left his office without a word. Five minutes passed, he watched the seconds tick slowly by on a hallway clock. The man went unnoticed by the numerous F.B.I. agents who passed him on their way to the elevator. Even Agents Mulder and Scully had missed his shadowed presence, to his surprise. But he had a schedule to keep. The assistant director would meet with him, as planned, right on time. Adjusting the gloves which fit snugly over his hands, Alex Krycek wondered what would be so important, so secretive, that the two X-Files agents would be handed another assignment in return. He knew Mulder, knew how he worked inside and out. The agent was probably continuing his investigation on the Jordan case, neglecting the warnings of his superiors. What made the Jordan case so special however, Krycek could only guess at. Alex had to find out what the agent's new assignment was, if he was to keep a close eye on them. Turning the door handle, Krycek entered Skinner's office via the back way. He smirked, hands in his pockets, his right hand hovering over the palm pilot control for the nanotechnology, just in case it was needed. "Hello Walter." he said in a calm, cool, and slightly cocky manner. ******************************************** Date: 06-20-02, 10:42 PM RP: NPC Subject: {RP, Ep: 2} Catch-22 (Attn: Jordan) From: Brandi >> The man riding shotgun replied without looking at >> him. "There's been a change of plans, Mr. Alexander. >> We're going to take a little detour... call it, 'the >> scenic route.'" > > Jordan was flipping inside, now. She didn't know what was > going on or what to do. > >> The humorless man pressed a button and disappeared >> behind a blacked-out petition. Travis looked at >> Jordan, registered the fear in her eyes and mirrored it >> with some of his own. > > Jordan did *not* like that. She was scared, but at least > Travis used to know what was going on. Now they > were both floating without a life-preserver. Her voice > cracked. > > "Umn... what's going on?" Travis tried to veil is alarm, to cloak it behind a wall of steel nerves, but something was lost in his attempts. The girl saw straight through it, and knew he was scared. And now he found himself in quite the quandary: Once the kidnapper, he was now the unwitting victim, and he and his target were now on a level playing field. "I don't know," he said genuinely. "I honestly don't know." He twisted the ring on his right hand, tried to think. They had to have some affiliation with the men he represented... but defectors? How did they know of this plot? Had to be an inside job... someone trying to make a point. Or a free agent with a bug up his ass. The two of them sat in uncomfortable silence. Nothing he'd done to try to communicate with their captors had proven fruitful. The petition was unbreakable, (and he'd certainly tried), and there were no weapons or sharp objects (beside the inoculant pouch) that could be used in force. There was little left to do but wait. After what seemed like hours, Travis felt the van leave the main highway, onto an unleveled road. Dirt, he felt shift under the tires. And natural rock. The petition lowered, and through the windshield he saw a faint whisper of trees, a black sky made darker by the tinted windows. The man in the passenger side through something into the back. "Put them on," he said. Travis picked up the two black hoods and examined them, put his hand under them to test. They were completely opaque. Grabbing the syringe he'd prepared for Jordan, he bored tiny holes into the fabric of both hoods, where the eyes might be. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He slid over to Jordan and loosened her restraints, feeling a pang of guilt at the red welts on her wrists. She was as captive as he was. Travis looked at her in the eye, a strange mix of guilt and fear written all over his face. "Jordan, I... I was doing a job back there. It wasn't personal, honestly but, it became personal." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And whatever happens and wherever we're going, I'll try to take care of you." He took the black wool hood and put it over her head, lightly tightening the drawstring around her neck. He did the same, as the van pulled to an uneasy stop, and the heavy doors creaked open. The syringe was palmed in his left hand. The men entered the van without words, grabbing them roughly. In a blind swing Travis felt the hidden syringe sink into flesh, heard one of the men howl in pain and fall heavily to the floor. And then the world went black. -0-0-0- "Where am I?" His head was pounding and there was a swollen spot near the base of his skull. He reached up to inspect it only to find his hands had been bound, rather crudely to a steel ladder-back chair. There was no response from anyone that might've been in the room, only a slight stirring almost too small to be detected. "Jordan, is that you?" -0-0-0- Three men stood behind a two-way mirror, casually observing the activity in the room. They appeared uneasy, as if waiting for word of news that could only be bad. Suddenly the door opened, a man with a graceful gait and a look of perpetual constipation frowned at the three of them. "This is not a sideshow gentlemen," his words dripping venom. "There's work to be done, and I suggest you do it." The older of the three appeared unfazed. "Do they even know we're here? A lot of work has gone into this operation... it would be nice if it were acknowledged." The man looked at him coldly. "*He* knows you're here," he said firmly, "But it's going to be awhile. He's presently occupied." The man turned to leave, paused and looked through the mirror. "It shouldn't be long now. Stay here and await your orders." The three men looked at each other, watching him leave. The prospect of babysitting who knows how much longer was not very appealing, but they had no choice. There was little else to do. ******************************************** Date: 06-21-02, 05:49 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP, Ep 2} Catch-22 From: Viki > Travis tried to veil is alarm, to cloak it behind a wall of steel nerves, but > something was lost in his attempts. The girl saw straight through it, and > knew he was scared. And now he found himself in quite the quandary: > Once the kidnapper, he was now the unwitting victim, and he and his > target were now on a level playing field > >"I don't know," he said genuinely. "I honestly don't know." He twisted > the ring on his right hand, tried to think. They had to have some > affiliation with the men he represented... but defectors? How did they > know of this plot? Had to be an inside job... someone trying to make a > point. Or a free agent with a bug up his ass > > The two of them sat in uncomfortable silence. Nothing he'd done to try > to communicate with their captors had proven fruitful. The petition was > unbreakable, (and he'd certainly tried), and there were no weapons or > sharp objects (beside the inoculant pouch) that could be used in force. > There was little left to do but wait. Jordan saw the look of hopelessness in his eyes. It scared her even more than seeing the hatred she'd seen only minutes before. Many thoughts rushed through her head, and she was uncertain as to what would happen. > After what seemed like hours, Travis felt the van leave the main > highway, onto an unleveled road. Dirt, he felt shift under the tires. And > natural rock. The petition lowered, and through the windshield he saw > a faint whisper of trees, a black sky made darker by the tinted windows. > The man in the passenger side through something into the back. "Put > them on," he said. Jordan' eyes grew very wide in fear. She saw Travis pick up the two black hoods, and look at them for a moment. He picked up the syringe, and for a moment Jordan was scared he was going to use it on her, or worse, himself. Instead, she saw him poke it into the masks. She wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but she guessed it might be so they could see. > He slid over to Jordan and loosened her restraints, feeling a pang of > guilt at the red welts on her wrists. She was as captive as he was. Jordan rubbed her wrists a little, her eyes welling with tears that she fought to keep back. > Travis looked at her in the eye, a strange mix of guilt and fear written all > over his face. "Jordan, I... I was doing a job back there. It wasn't > personal, honestly but, it became personal." He cleared his throat. > "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And whatever > happens and wherever we're going, I'll try to take care of you. She tried to smile at him, but she was still a bit weary. < < This is no time to not trust the only person who's leveling with you, Jordy. > > She thought to herself. < < Not that he's been completely honest, either.> > > He took the black wool hood and put it over her head, lightly tightening > the drawstring around her neck. He did the same, as the van pulled to > an uneasy stop, and the heavy doors creaked open. The syringe was palmed in his left hand. It was very dark under the hood. She was scared. As she was being pulled, rather roughly, out of the van, she heard someone scream, and then a thump. She was pulled down, into a building, down a hall, into a room. It was hard, without her vision. She was bound to a chair, and was only slightly comforted by the fact that she heard another body, presumably Travis, brought in and tied up. She was not happy to not hear any noise made from the other person, though. She was quite scared that she was alone. Instead, she decided to sleep for a bit, just for a few minutes.... -0-0-0- Jordan heard a rustling sound. She'd been awake for a while. She couldn't guess how long, she really had no concept of time. She didn't breathe, waiting for the person to speak. > "Jordan, is that you?" She let out her breath and almost smiled. "Umn, yeah, it's me. You okay? You've been quiet for a while..." ******************************************** Date: 06-26-02, 11:36 PM RP: NPC Subject: Re: Re: {RP, Ep 2} Catch-22 From: Brandi > Jordan heard a rustling sound. She'd been awake for a > while. She couldn't guess how long, she really had no > concept of time. She didn't breathe, waiting for the > person to speak. > >> "Jordan, is that you?" > > She let out her breath and almost smiled. > "Umn, yeah, it's me. You okay? You've been quiet for a > while..." Travis strained against his restraints, his struggle proving futile. "I was knocked out," he said matter-of-factly, "but I think I'll live." He squinted in the darkness to look for Jordan. Though the hood had been removed, the room was black as pitch. "Jordan are you hurt?" He tasted blood in the back of his throat, ran his tongue over his swollen lip. The fog around his brain had dissipated, hightening his awareness and cruelly prodding his pain receptors. -0-0-0- The men behind the glass stood in bored allegiance, careful not to speak though the room was soundproof. One nudged the other and pointed to a computer screen, one of many LCD readouts that were monitoring the interrogation room. Red and green bars peaked and flashed... They were talking. -0-0-0- "Jordan, you have to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but please, hear what I have to say. Whoever these people are, this wasn't the plan. I had no knowledge of this. They could be after you, or me, I don't know." He paused, almost stopping altogether. "And whatever they want to know, if your asked, then tell them. Tell them everything Jordan, or not, it won't matter." He let the words hang in the darkness, sucking all the oxygen from the room. "They'll kill you anyway, once you've served their purpose." -0-0-0- He'd heard enough. No action was to be taken until the hostages had been questioned, but Mr. Travis had a big mouth. Something had to be done and done quickly, or it would all fall on his head. With disapproving looks from the other two, the man picked up the phone, pressing only a few numbers. "I need to see you," he said flatly. "It's time to take action, or do nothing at all." The man on the other line paused. "I'll be right there," he said. -0-0-0- Travis was cold, and his head was throbbing. Glances in Jordan's direction were of no use, the room in which they sat was a deep, smothering dark. He began to think of his captors, of the situation. There was an operative in Denev a few months ago where he'd overstepped his bounds, taking credit for another man's work... another "association." Beating them to the punch, he knew it was their turf, but the overwhelming need to stay ahead of the game had won out. No one had known of course, it was a perfectly executed double-cross; or so he thought. Now, it appeared, the wronged were seeking retribution. As for his surroundings he could discern little. He knew he and Jordan were indoors, in a moderate-sized room made large only by the absence of light. The floor was smooth under his feet, and the temperature in the air thermostat-regulated. But it didn't matter. It was like any other room in any other building in the world, serving the same purpose. Out of nowhere a door swung open, flooding the room with a blinding white light. Faceless men grabbed him from behind, untying his hands and pulling him onto stiff legs. "What the hell is this?!" Travis wailed. "What's going on!" A featureless man stepped in front of him, his face shaded by backlight. "Don't hurt her," Travis managed to say. "Let's just get this over with." The man smiled knowingly. "It's the girl we want, not you." He turned to the men behind Travis. "Take him away." As Travis was being pulled from the room, it all became very clear to him... very painfully, obviously clear. ******************************************** Date: 06-29-02, 04:40 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP, Ep 2} Catch-22 From: Viki >> She let out her breath and almost smiled. >> "Umn, yeah, it's me. You okay? You've been quiet for a >> while..." > > "I was knocked out," he said matter-of-factly, "but I think I'll live." Jordan found herself glad to hear him talk, even if he *had* tried to kidnap her. > "Jordan are you hurt?" She thought for a minute. "No, not really. They didn't really hurt me, just sorta... shook me up." She smiled in the darkness. "I've never been treated that badly before. -0-0-0- > The men behind the glass stood in bored allegiance, careful not to speak > though the room was soundproof. One nudged the other and pointed to > a computer screen, one of many LCD readouts that were monitoring the > interrogation room. Red and green bars peaked and flashed... They > were talking > > -0-0-0- > "Jordan, you have to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust > me, but please, hear what I have to say. Whoever these people are, this > wasn't the plan. I had no knowledge of this. They could be after you, > or me, I don't know." He paused, almost stopping altogether. Jordan almost laughed. He was right; she had no reason to trust him. He had befriended her, betrayed her and tried to kidnap her, only to have her brought, rather roughly, into a cold, quiet room, location unknown... yet, she was glad to have him there. He started talking again. > "And whatever they want to know, if your asked, then tell them. Tell > them everything Jordan, or not, it won't matter." He let the word hang > in the darkness, sucking all the oxygen from the room. "They'll kill you > anyway, once you've served their purpose. Jordan stopped thinking. Kill her? Her eyes go hot and pin-pricky with tears, and she tried to hold them back. But when she opened her eyes and saw the darkness of the unfamiliar room, she couldn't help it. She started to cry, trying her best to keep it quiet so that Travis wouldn't hear. > Out of nowhere a door swung open, flooding the room with a > blinding white light. Faceless men grabbed him from behind, > untying his hands and pulling him onto stiff legs. "What the hell > is this?!" Travis wailed. "What's going on!" > > A featureless man stepped in front of him, his face shaded by backlight. Another man was untying Jordan, a little less roughly. She didn't understand what was going on, and was quite scared. "Travis," she whimpered, her eyes sore from crying and her throat feeling raw. > "Don't hurt her," Travis managed to say. "Let's just get this > over with." Jordan was shocked. "No," she said, even quieter than she'd spoken before. > The man smiled knowingly. "It's the girl we want, not you." > He turned to the men behind Travis. "Take him away." Jordan burst out with emotion. She struggled against the strange man, trying to free herself and get towards Travis, but it was of little use. The man was possibly 3 times her weight, and had at least a foot over her. He could have held her back in his sleep, with one arm. She heard them drag Travis out of the room. "Please," she asked, sounding like a very small, lost girl. "Please don't hurt me. What do you want from me?" Jordan didn't understand why they would want her this badly; she'd only just started living in the city. A thought occured to her: what if they were from the monastery, here to take her back? But that was silly, they were monks. They wouldn't be this mean, or sneaky. She didn't understand what was going on, and she realized she was crying harder than ever. She started to hyperventilate, and was soon trying to stop the room from spinning. She was passed out before she could even take her next shortened breath. ******************************************** Date: 06-30-02, 02:33 PM RP: NPC Subject: {RP, EP: 2} The Place (attn: Viki) From: Brandi > "Please," she asked, sounding like a very small, > lost girl. "Please don't > hurt me. What do you want from me?" The large-frame man looked at the other with a blank expression "It's not up to me to say," he said honestly. "But if you do what you're told, you won't get hurt." > She didn't understand what was going on, and she > realized she was crying harder than ever. The man holding her squeezed her forearms, trying to calm her down, (or threatening her into quieting), but it was of no use. He hadn't expected her to wig out like this, and honestly didn't know what to do. > She started to hyperventilate, > and was soon trying to stop the room from spinning. > She was passed out > before she could even take her next shortened breath. He caught the slight girl in his arms as she blacked out. He rolled her head toward him, checking her eyes. "She's out cold," he said to the other one. There was a slight quiver in his voice. "What do we do now?" The other man shrugged, his hands in his pockets, the room now darkening as the open door slowly creaked shut. "We take her where we take her," he said cooly. "To the place." The man holding Jordan looked down at her tear-stained face, the stricken expression present even in sleep. "I don't think that's a good idea, do you? I mean, she's not even awake. They can't do anything with her if she's not awake." The smaller man drug the side of his shoe on the polished floor, thinking about the black mark it would leave. "They have ways of waking you up," he said with a half-smile, "and ways of putting you to sleep." The smile faded. "She'll do fine." But the other man wasn't so sure. She looked like his kid sister, not some criminal informant or whatever her charge was. But orders were orders. He shifted her weight in his arms, and followed his superior through the door and down the hall without a word. ******************************************** Date: 07-02-02, 09:06 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP, EP: 2} The Place (attn: Viki) From: Viki >> "Please," she asked, sounding like a very small, >> lost girl. "Please don't >> hurt me. What do you want from me?" > > The large-frame man looked at the other with a blank expression > "It's not up to me to say," he said honestly. "But if you do what > you're told, you won't get hurt." Jordan nodded, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not. Both men weren't exactly what you'd call trustworthy-material. >> She didn't understand what was going on, and she >> realized she was crying harder than ever. > > The man holding her squeezed her forearms, trying to calm her > down, (or threatening her into quieting), but it was of no use. > He hadn't expected her to wig out like this, and honestly didn't > know what to do. The force hurt her (he was squeezing quite hard) and she started to cry harder. "Please! Leave me alone..." >> She started to hyperventilate, and was soon trying to stop the >> room from spinning. >> She was passed out before she could even take her next >> shortened breath. > He caught the slight girl in his arms as she blacked out. He rolled her > head toward him, checking her eyes. "She's out cold," he said to the other > one. There was a slight quiver in his voice. "What do we do now?" Jordan, in her state of unknowing, was dimly aware of voices around her. It was too much effort to listen to them, though, so she rested in her unconciousness. ******************************************** Date: 07-08-02, 08:19 PM RP: Subject: {RP, Ep2} Lucky You From: Nancy > He caught the slight girl in his arms as she blacked out. He rolled her > head toward him, checking her eyes. "She's out cold," he said to the other > one. There was a slight quiver in his voice. "What do we do now?" > > The other man shrugged, his hands in his pockets, the room now > darkening as the open door slowly creaked shut. "We take her where we > take her," he said cooly. "To the place." > > The man holding Jordan looked down at her tear-stained face, the stricken > expression present even in sleep. "I don't think that's a good idea, do you? > I mean, she's not even awake. They can't do anything with her if she's not > awake." > > The smaller man drug the side of his shoe on the polished floor, thinking > about the black mark it would leave. "They have ways of waking you up," > he said with a half-smile, "and ways of putting you to sleep." The smile > faded. "She'll do fine." The Cigarette Smoking Man answered his cell phone. "I see," he said, as he pulled a Morley from the pack. "Actually, that'll work. I'm on my way there anyway. The room in which you'll 'wake' her up is a good place for me to administer a mindwipe." He clicked off the phone, turned to Langly. "I have good news for you," he said, reaching for a lighter. "Normally we would, er, neutralize someone who breached security as you have. But all we're going to do is erase your memory." He opened the door. "Follow me please." ******************************************** Date: 07-08-02, 10:36 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP, Ep2} Lucky You From: Jan > He clicked off the phone, turned to Langly. "I have good news > for you," he said, reaching for a lighter. "Normally we would, > er, neutralize someone who breached security as you have. But > all we're going to do is erase your memory." He opened the door. > "Follow me please." Langly stood and walked after CSM, casting one last look back at Alex. "What about Agent Benton?" He shut the door behind himself and obediently followed his black-lunged captor. "Where are we going?" ******************************************** Date: 07-14-02, 06:06 PM RP: CSM Subject: Re: Re: {RP, Ep2} Lucky You From: Nancy The Cigarette Smoking Man led Langly down a hall, through a set of double doors, into a large room set up like a lab. And waited for the others to arrive with Jordan. ******************************************** Date: 07-14-02, 10:25 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP, Ep2} Lucky You From: Jan Langly surveyed his surroundings. Gurneys with thick restraints, bright lights perfect for interrogating someone, large intimidating pieces of miscellaneous metal equipment... it was all unspeakably scary. He swallowed the lump in his throat. There was a faint buzzing in his ear... oh, SHIT. The earpiece. If anyone found that they'd kill him for sure. Watching the Cigarette Smoking Man carefully, he decided he would reach up and dig it out at the exact moment CSM looked away to light another Morley. Byers and Frohike would be worried, but that was the least of his problems right now. ******************************************** Date: 07-15-02, 04:33 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP, Ep2} Lucky You From: Viki The bigger man brought the light girl into the room where he saw the Man smoking a cigarette. He turned towards Cigarette Smoking Man and motioned with Jordan. "Hey, Boss. Where should I put her?" He looked down at her. He really didn't think that a girl this small, young and pretty could be so dangerous. Of course, they were always the most dangerous, the innocent-looking ones. He looked up. "Should I lay her down?" ******************************************** Date: 08-14-02, 08:57 AM RP: CSM Subject: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Nancy > There was a faint buzzing in his ear... oh, SHIT. The earpiece. If anyone > found that they'd kill him for sure. Watching the Cigarette Smoking Man > carefully, he decided he would reach up and dig it out at the exact moment > CSM looked away to light another Morley. Byers and Frohike would be > worried, but that was the least of his problems right now. -0-0-0-0-0- > "Hey, Boss. Where should I put her?" He looked down at her. He really > didn't think that a girl this small, young and pretty could be so dangerous. > Of course, they were always the most dangerous, the innocent-looking > ones. He looked up. > > "Should I lay her down?" "Yes," said the Cigarette Smoking Man. "And wake her up." He watched as the man lay Jordan on one of the gurneys and tied the restraints. "I'll be back," CSM said, and left the room. -0-0-0-0-0- "Look!" said Byers. He'd been driving around the building slowly, and stepped on the brakes. Frohike emerged from the back of the van. "Look there!" Frohike looked in the direction Byers pointed at. "Let me check." He returned to the back of the van, verified Langly's location. A dot on a map on the monitor. "Well, I'll be." Returning to the front of the van, he said to Byers, "That might work." He put the headset back on. Langley. Can you hear me? I think we found a way out. Langley?" -0-0-0-0-0- The man that had brought Jordan into the room stepped over to a steel cabinet with glass doors. He pulled out a syringe and a small vial. Drew the clear liquid through the needle. Administered the waking-up drug. He looked around the room - he was alone with Langly and without clear direction as to where his next orders would come from. He shrugged and left the room. ******************************************** Date: 08-14-02, 10:31 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan Finally by himself, Langly moved to dig out the earpiece when he suddenly heard a voice. "Langly!" He flinched and whirled around, at first expecting CSM or (worse) one of his lackeys, but quickly recognized the familiar gruff tone. "Frohike? Where are you?" "Outside... never mind. Listen, we think we can get you out of there." Langly stood. "Tell me what to do." ******************************************** Date: 08-16-02, 03:42 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki > The man that had brought Jordan into the room stepped over > to a steel cabinet with glass doors. He pulled out a > syringe and a small vial. Drew the clear liquid through > the needle. Administered the waking-up drug. He looked > around the room - he was alone with Langly and without > clear direction as to where his next orders would come > from. > > He shrugged and left the room. ~*~*~ Jordan could hear before she opened her eyes. She was almost afraid of what awaited her. She waited a moment, then opened them very slowly. She looked around and saw someone else in the room. She sat up, eyes wide open, and moved to the back or the room, far away from the other person. She didn't speak, just looked. ******************************************** Date: 08-18-02 RP: Langly Subject: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan > Jordan could hear before she opened her eyes. She was almost > afraid of what awaited her. She waited a moment, then opened > them very slowly. Frohike and Byers huddled by their portable surveillance equipment together, studying the little green dots on their computer screen representing the locations of Langly and Alex. "Langly, where are you?" Frohike asked. "What happened to Agent Benton?" "I don't know! They separated us, and..." > She looked around and saw someone else in the > room. She sat up, eyes wide open, and moved to the back or > the room, far away from the other person. She didn't speak, just > looked. A noise caught Langly's attention. "Hold that thought, Doohickey." Approaching the girl very carefully so as not to scare her more, he first checked to make sure he still had his pocketknife and then tried to make eye contact with her. "Who are you?" ******************************************** Date: 08-19-2002, 05:37 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki > A noise caught Langly's attention. "Hold that thought, > Doohickey." Approaching the girl very carefully so as not to > scare her more, he first checked to make sure he still had his > pocketknife and then tried to make eye contact with her. > "Who are you?" Jordan looked at him, wide-eyed and wondering if he was one of the bad guys. He sure didn't *look* like one of the bad guys... "I'm Jordan... who're you? Please don't hurt me.." She said, her voice trailing into a whimper. ******************************************** Date: 08-21-02, 09:44 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan "You can call me Ringo." Langly reached out to Jordan. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." She seemed too scared to be there to hurt him anyway. "Frohike? Do we know a girl named Jordan?" ******************************************** Date: 08-22-02, 04:43 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki > "You can call me Ringo." Langly reached out to Jordan. "It's > okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." She looked up. "Umn..." She wanted to trust someone. He didn't really look like the type to use brute force. More of a hacker-type. > She seemed too scared to be there > to hurt him anyway. "Frohike? > Do we know a girl named Jordan?" It looked like Ringo was talking to himself, and Jordan couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Who're you talking to?" ******************************************** Date: 08-23-02, 10:16 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan > It looked like Ringo was talking to himself, and Jordan couldn't > help but giggle a bit. > > "Who're you talking to?" Langly was confused at first, but laughed as he quickly realized how she must have seen him. Pulling out his earpiece with one grand, sweeping gesture, he crouched down next to her and showed her the tiny device. "Jordan, meet John Byers and Melvin Frohike. They're going to help us get out." ********** Sadly staring over Frohike's shoulder at the computer screen, Byers sighed. "There's no way we can get Langly out of there ourselves. He's got no windows, these walls are too thick to get through with the equipment we have on us..." Frohike nodded. "Do you think we should call in the artillery?" "I think we have to." Byers fished around in the piles of equipment until he unearthed a cell phone. "Try Mulder first." ******************************************** Date: 08-25-02, 11:54 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki > Langly was confused at first, but laughed as he quickly realized > how she must have seen him. Pulling out his earpiece with one > grand, sweeping gesture, he crouched down next to her and showed > her the tiny device. "Jordan, meet John Byers and Melvin Frohike. > They're going to help us get out." Jordan looked at it, quite fascinated. She hadn't even seen it in his ear. "Umn, hello?" She said, not quite sure what to think of it. She looked back at Ringo. "How are they going to get us out?" She motioned around the room. "No windows." She looked back at Ringo, and bit her bottom lip. She wanted to get out. She wanted to go home. ^^I don't have a home, though.^^ She thought to herself, remembering how alone she was in the city. Her eyes started to well up with tears, and she blinked to keep them back. ^^Even if I do get out of here, I've got no where to go.^^ She blinked her eyes, and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away, and looked back at Ringo, waiting for him to answer. ******************************************** Date: 08-26-02, 08:18 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan > "Umn, hello?" She said, not quite sure what to think of it. She > looked back at Ringo. "How are they going to get us > out?" She motioned around the room. "No windows." She looked > back at Ringo, and bit her bottom lip. She wanted to > get out. She wanted to go home. "Well, I don't know," Langly said, hoping one of his partners did. "They're working on it." > ^^I don't have a home, though.^^ She thought to herself, > remembering how alone she was in the city. Her eyes started > to well up with tears, and she blinked to keep them back. ^^Even > if I do get out of here, I've got no where to go.^^ She > blinked her eyes, and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away, > and looked back at Ringo, waiting for him to answer. His eyes were wide. "Are you crying?" **** Frohike began to dial Mulder's cell number, bitter that they hadn't been able to complete the mission themselves. He had two digits to go when Byers suddenly grabbed his arm. "Scratch that, Frohike. Look at this." Frohike looked at the spot on the screen where Byers was pointing. "I'll be damned." Repositioning the mouthpiece on his headset, he began to direct Langly. **** Langly pressed his earpiece farther into his ear to make sure he didn't miss any directions. "Right now?" Propping the door open with his foot, he grabbed Jordan's hand and motioned toward the hallway. "We have to go." ******************************************** Date: 08-27-02, 05:37 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki >> ^^I don't have a home, though.^^ She thought to herself, >> remembering how alone she was in the city. Her eyes started >> to well up with tears, and she blinked to keep them back. >> ^^Even if I do get out of here, I've got no where to go.^^ She >> blinked her eyes, and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away, >> and looked back at Ringo, waiting for him to answer. > >His eyes were wide. "Are you crying?" She looked away from him. "No..." Unfortunately, it didn't really come out as strongly as she had hoped. Jordan turned back to Ringo. "A little." She wiped her tears again. > Frohike began to dial Mulder's cell number, bitter that they > hadn't been able to complete the mission themselves. He had two > digits to go when Byers suddenly grabbed his arm. "Scratch that, > Frohike. Look at this." > Frohike looked at the spot on the screen where Byers was > pointing. "I'll be damned." Repositioning the mouthpiece on his > headset, he began to direct Langly. ******************************************** Date: 08-27-02, 01:20 PM RP: CSM Subject: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Nancy Frohike adjusted his headset. "Wait. Did you say Jordan? You mean Jordan *Yorba*?" Byers turned to look at Frohike. "Yorba is there?" He stared numbly at the monitor. "So," he said to no one. "The rumors are true." -0-0-0-0-0- "The rumors are *not* true," the Cigarette Smoking Man said. Inside the small office, watching Yorba and Langly through the one-way mirror, he dragged on the Morley. The Well-Manicured Man turned away from the glass. "You are mistaken." CSM watched Jordan try to hide tears. "You're wasting our time." He watched Langly open the lab door. "Tenzin said she is gifted." "Tenzin samples the ceremonial wine too much." "I didn't know monasteries used wine." CSM exhaled smoke, stared at WMM. They'd had these debates before. Someone is special, WMM wants them dead, but doesn't have the guts to give the order. "If she was really what the rumors say she is, why didn't she find the way out?" CSM blew cigarette smoke at WMM's face, and walked out into the hallway. ******************************************** Date: 08-28-02, 09:08 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan > Jordan barely had time to get up before she was practically > pulled out the door. She looked at Ringo through crystalized > eyes. "Where are we going? What are we doing? Are we leaving?" > She realized that she sounded like a small child, but all that > mattered right now was answers. "We're going home!" Cheerfully following directions, Langly turned right and moved down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him while Frohike and Byers directed him. "Go straight until you get to the door at the end of that corridor," Byers said as Frohike labored over his computer, trying to crack the keycard-operated locks. "There should be an empty interrogation room on your left. Wait there until we can open the door." ******************************************** Date: 08-28-02, 09:12 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Jan > Frohike adjusted his headset. "Wait. Did you say Jordan? You > mean Jordan *Yorba*?" > > Byers turned to look at Frohike. "Yorba is there?" He stared > numbly at the monitor. "So," he said to no one. "The rumors are > true." Somewhat disturbed by the extraneous conversation, Langly tapped on his earpiece to get their attention. "What rumors?" ******************************************** Date: 08-29-02, 05:18 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki > "We're going home!" When Ringo said that they were going home, Jordan's eyes welled up again. She kept them back, though. ^^I don't have a home^^ > Cheerfully following directions, Langly turned right and moved > down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him while > Frohike and Byers directed him. > > "Go straight until you get to the door at the end of that > corridor," Byers said as Frohike labored over his computer, > trying to crack the keycard-operated locks. "There should be an > empty interrogation room on your left. Wait there until we can > open the door." Ringo dragged her into an empty room with a wooden table, a steel chair and a rather comfy looking chair. She looked back at Ringo. "I thought we were leaving!" She exclaimed, a little louder than necessary. She looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." ******************************************** Date: 08-29-02, 05:19 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Viki Jordan watched Ringo touch his ear-thingy and speak. > "What rumors?" She turned to him to see what was going on, but he turned away and was apparently concentrating on the conversation in his head. ******************************************** Date: 08-30-02, 08:13 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Jan > Ringo dragged her into an empty room with a wooden table, a > steel chair and a rather comfy looking chair. She looked back at > Ringo. "I thought we were leaving!" She exclaimed, a little > louder than necessary. Langly flinched. "Shh! They might hear us!" > She looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." "It's alright, just stay quiet. God knows what'll happen to us if they catch us breaking out." "Go, Langly!" Frohike suddenly shouted through the earpiece. "The door's open! Run!" ******************************************** Date: 08-30-02, 08:18 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Jan He didn't have time to answer her; just as he turned his head to speak, Byers and Frohike finally unlocked the building's doors and set Langly and Jordan in motion again. Quickly running out of energy and praying to gods he didn't believe in that the extra stress on his lungs didn't give him an asthma attack, Langly spotted a potential problem ahead. "Guys, this hallway's ending. Right or left?" ******************************************** Date: 08-31-02, 07:12 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP} 08-14-02 From: Viki >> She looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." > "It's alright, just stay quiet. God knows what'll happen to us if > they catch us breaking out." Jordan bit her lip and looked at him. That made sense. > "Go, Langly!" Frohike suddenly shouted through the earpiece. > "The door's open! Run!" Ringo grabbed her arm again, pulling her quickly by the arm. She had to force herself to not yell. She tried her hardest to keep up with Ringo, and hoped he knew where they were going. ******************************************** Date: 08-31-02, 07:17 AM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Viki Jordan could see he was breathing heavily, and realized with a start that she was, too. She hadn't noticed how fast they were running or for how long; now, looking down the hall, she could see they had run very far. She heard Ringo talk again. > "Guys, this hallway's ending. Right or left?" She looked in front of her to see that there was a wall about eight feet ahead of them, and you could go either left or right. She waited for Ringo's response. ******************************************** Date: 09-14-02, 11:06 AM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Jan "Right!" he said finally, and they were off again. Langly led Jordan to a stairwell and what seemed like dozens of flights of stairs. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, a door appeared in front of him. "Guys, do I go through this or not?" "Somebody's coming up behind you!" Frohike said. "Move!" Langly pushed Jordan in front of him to protect her from whoever was following them and ran blindly through the door, not realizing until they had run several hundred more feet that they were outside. ******************************************** Date: 09-15-20, 12:41 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Viki Jordan was out of breath by the time they reached the top of the stairs. She was ready to collapse, and was breathing heavily while Ringo was talking to those other guys. Suddenly, he pushed her through the door, quite forcefully. At first it frightened her, but then she heard the footsteps on the stairs. She stumbled out, and was blinded by the light. She couldn't see, but kept running. She finally stopped, away from the building and in the cover of trees. She reached for Ringo, still a little sensitive to the light. "Where are we? What's going on?" The light was making her eyes tear, and she was still a bit afraid that whoever had followed them up the stairs had followed them here. ******************************************** Date: 09-18-02, 01:37 PM RP: Ringo Langly Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Jan Before either of them knew what was going on, a huge blue and white blur skidded past them and unseen hands pulled them into a small, cramped space. Gilgamesh! "Thank God," Langly wheezed, stretching out on the floor of the aging van and smiling gratefully when Byers tossed him his inhaler. Taking a few hits off it to keep his windpipe from closing completely, he waved a weak arm at his comrades. "Jordan, these are the guys that helped us escape. Frohike -- don't call him Melvin or he'll have to kill you -- and Byers." "She's hot," Frohike murmured to no one in particular as Byers drove on toward their headquarters in Takoma Park. ******************************************** Date: 09-20-02, 10:01 AM RP: Vladimir Tchikov Subject: First RP From: RA Vlad stepped off the train, the bittersweet smell of Washington hit him. So many opportunities yet so much secrecy. He got into his rented Crown Victoria and headed towards the field office, to receive his first assignment, it had been a long and very educational trip to say the least! Lets see among the advice he'd gotten was don't be so self-righteous they are so many shades of gray they make up a whole new rainbow and then there was don't get off on your personal causes and maybe his favorite from his roommate keep you eyes open your mouth shut and your head down, he briefly wondered how Johansen was doing on his first day in the forensic department. "Well" Vlad said to himself as he pulled into a space for visitors on the lot "here we go." And he strode aimlessly towards the set of office buildings that traced the skyline// ******************************************** Date: 09-20-02, 01:34 PM RP: Jordan Yorba Subject: Re: {RP} Is Too Is Not From: Jan Jordan was pulled into a car, startled and bewildered. She looked at the two men in the car. One was wearing a nice business suit, the other... well, she wasn't entirely *sure* what that was. > "Thank God," Langly wheezed, stretching out on the floor of the > aging van and smiling gratefully when Byer