Two thugs tied to rob Doe for everything he had. Two thugs also died from automatic gunfire. The police were now on his heels, and he was running out of places to hide. Chaos was spreading quickly, though some areas (like Times Square) were untouched due to close police supervision. He couldn't go there (he would stand out, armed as he was), and he'd overheard two officers talking about how they would close off bridges to the island in case of an emergency. Odds were, they'd already done so. Should have stayed at home, Doe.
He was in a collection of alleys now, and faced a fork in the road. He took his pick and found himself at a dead end. Doe had never been so happy to hear so horrible a sound. Upon hearing a mutant closing on the group, the officers retreated. This left Doe with no choice but to chamber another round and take aim.
OOC: he is having the argument with someone else. Not Terrance.
"Good bye!" He ended the call only to called again, this time by his wife.
"Yes...Crystal?...I am unfortunately very aware of that. My dear superiors believe that I should take care of it...I do not plan to. They believe I am some dog to them!...Do not even think about...You know perfectly-...Fine....Yes I have it with me...Yes dear....I promise....damn it, I hate it when you back me into a corner....Seems I have no other choice...Good bye dear." He ended the call and reached for a case. He opened it amd drew out an ebony stained walking stick with gold trim and a gold topper shaped as a musical staff.
"I hate to use this. But it must be done."
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Suddenly two men in clean suits came out of nowhere and started to carry this corpse into the horizon.
The mutant inched towards Doe. He stood there, his back on the wall. This one was fully covered with scales, meaning that his gun would have been useless. Unless it's caliber that matters... Doe slowly retrieved his .357 magnum revolver from his ankle holster (OOC: what are those called?) and took aim.
It was enough to blow off one of its scales, but not enough to do any real damage. The creature seized Doe by the throat and began to dig in with its claws, sucking the life out of him. The pressure grew and grew until the being suddenly let go. It blankly stared at the wall behind it, before wheezing and falling back. Behind it stood a man in a nondescript suit, wiping green blood off of a dagger.
"Mister Doe, I would like to have a word with you."
Eric watched the scene from above one of the rooftops. "I have been a fool. Thinking of my own pride instead of what really matters. But it is time to change that."
He continued to jump from roof to roof untill he got to a height that he could see all of the carnage.
"I usually do not like to use this, but this should magnify my powers enough to stop this, even if it is for a little while. It will not destroy, but calm everything in the area. Hopefully long enough for me to kill all the creatures."
He held the walking stick up high.
"I pray this works."
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"Who are you?" Doe searched for a badge and found none.
"Come with me." The mysterious man put a hand on his shoulder and led the way. "Your government has been watching you and your friends, as well as the criminals you sided with. You know that Clintocks man that you depended so heavily on for funding? He was a crook, a conman who faked his own death so he could sell the information you'd gathered for him to the Chinese. We suspect that he is somewhere in Mexico now," the agent casually remarked. "After you left home and murdered those two American citizens with your illegally-acquired rifle, our men took a look at your information. Quite a lot of classified intelligence you had there, enough to make the East green with envy." At that, Doe heard two men come up behind them.
"Let's cut to the chase. I don't know what the hell kind of stunt you and the other no-names were trying to pull, but the man you had trusted to lead you along is a traitor. It wasn't a mistake that those secrets found their way to America's enemies, and it wasn't a mistake that led to this ☺☺☺☺storm you see before you. Turn around, 'Doe'."
He did so. A pistol was aimed at his forehead.
"CIA tells us they have some people in the area tasked to take care of this, but they clearly ☺☺☺☺ed up royally. We understand that you in particular have invested a lot of interest in the subjects of corruption and crime. We believe that some Mexican cartel or other has been paid to keep America distracted while they do their own thing. Now, I have two men here who would be more than happy to end your sad, treacherous life here and now if you don't agree to give us a hand. As far as we or the public are concerned, you are a member of a subversive organization found operating withing the United States, which is true enough. Noone will miss you if you disappear here and now, but you can get a head-start repaying your debt to the American people by letting us put an end to this chaos. What is it, then? Yes or no?"
"I'll help you." Comrade.
Music, a soft lullaby, flowing from nowhere, danced in the air. It was peaceful and calming, causing all the chaos and destruction to cease. It was an Eden throughout the district. A peace that couldn't be broken. A calm that no violence could evaporate. Monster and person alike stopped. The only sound was the music from nowhere.
"Did you hear that sir?" Terrance asked unfazed "I think I've heard this from when I was in the Air force."
Eric didn't reply. The music continued to sooth the area.
They were in a car now, a black one that was very nice on the inside. That didn't change the fact that one of them had a gun to the back of his seat. This wasn't anything illegal- if they weren't lying about their information being sold to the nation's enemies, he was technically an enemy spy.
"What the ☺☺☺☺'s these peoples' problem?", said one of the agents. The people were just standing slack-jawed in the street, causing the driver to honk angrily several times. Doe could swear he faintly heard some music through the glass, but he couldn't tell.
"Doe, we're going to drop you off at your house. We'll be there with you. We want you to tell us what you think is going on, because CIA is stonewalling us, and as far as we can tell they're letting some 3rd party organization handle things for 'em. We need to know what is going on, and yesterday."
"Just who the hell are you?", Doe asked.
"I'd expect you of all people to know," one of them said dryly.
The lullaby slowly ended, buts its effects remained. One by the obinations were slaughtered with the greatest of ease. Their bodies strewn about.
"Let no mortal recall this tragedy when this charm ends, but remember only gunfire and soliders slaughter. My spell will end as I play again, a happier tune to remove the chaos."
A lively jig replaced the lullaby and the people awoke from their trance, with the feeling of never being so alive before.
"Terrance, I am going to have to call it a night. I have not felt so drained in a dogs age."
"I've booked you a room at the Royale Hotel, 6 star... no problems for you boss..."
"I thank you. get your team down here to pick up the bodies."
"Done and done boss... don't worry about it, I've already pre-planed everything."
Eric leaped off the rooftop and headed to the hotel.
"I should not have used so much." He muttered, bracing against a wall.
"But it was worth it, even if they do not realize that we are here."
Doe's heart sunk when he saw the lights in front of his house. The whole apartment, from the door to the street was blocked off by police tape and a man in a bullet-proof vest and an FBI cap stood out front. They pulled over and got out. Upon touching the sidewalk, Doe was handcuffed. The agents stopped to chat with the guy at the door for a moment. "Riots look like they're 'bout over in these parts, but I'm hearing that it's still just as bad in the rest of town. Did you hear music a minute ago?"
Doe was led inside. Several police officers were checking out his illegally owned assault rifles when he entered the room. "Son, you are in deep ☺☺☺☺," one of them said.
"Found him in an alley cornered by one of those ☺☺☺☺ed-up things," said the driver, talking to a similarly-dressed agent looking at something on a laptop. "He'd just gunned down a couple of lemmings and the local cops almost got 'im before we did."
"Man, you really ☺☺☺☺ed up," the one on the computer said, talking to Doe now. "Not only are you a commie spy- now you're runnin' around killing people! Jesus, I should just shoot you right here."
"Nah, the Bureau's got plans for-"
"You're FBI?" The question came from Doe.
"Shut up. As I was saying, the Bureau wants him to give them a hand. Apparenly there's something important on those computers over there that he's gotta explain. Guess that's why we ain't allowed to take a peek at them ourselves."
"Probably. The coppers must be havin' the time of their lives over there. I'll go check on 'em. Keep "Doe" busy 'till they get here." He stood up and walked over to the officers and began discussing their findings.
"Damn it!" Eric couldn't help but curse at his new misfortune. FBI swarmed the street, blocking his way to the hotel.
"If they found out I'm alive, all hell will break loose." He disappeared down a side street, only to see others.
"Terrence, you did not warn me about this!"
"Sorry about that boss, from the looks of it..." minutes later and a bunch of keyboard clacks later "It was a task force organized by picking up random Agents and investigating the shootout... but don't worry, our Agents are in the ranks and I'll forewarn them about you."
The FBI agents had just arrived, and in large numbers. Several of them set up maps in his living room and turned on the news. Doe was sitting on his bed, with an an armed officer standing nearby. Five minutes later, one of them entered the room. He was old, probably in his fifties, but he looked fit. Could probably beat me in a fight, Doe thought.
"Son, come with me." He wasn't one of the people who'd taken Doe off the street, and he didn't have anything to identify him as FBI. He led Doe to a small closet where he'd stored his information. Despite its size, he was able to store a computer with a rack of high-capacity hard drives and several boxes of documents. The picture of a mutant that Doe had taken was already on the screen. "Now, I want you to tell me what you think of this." Doe puzzled over the image for a moment.
"Couldn't tell you." That earned him a death glare.
"☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺. You've got a ludicrous amount of completely inane information here, which you and all of the other Doe spies have had no problem analyzing pixel-for-pixel, and you're telling me that the one thing of any real value that you have here, you can't explain?" Doe stared at the monitor. "Look, how would you like a permanent vacation to Cuba?"
Doe thought of calling his bluff, but decided it was better to be safe than sorry. "I've seen three of them. One of them I killed, one of them is in that picture, and the other... you know about the other. I don't know what the hell is happening. When I got that picture, I didn't know what to make of it. I was a little worried- I just thought there was a homicidal drug addict wandering about, but I guess that ain't all it was. I was there trying to learn how that green stuff was used- like, was it injected? Did you drink it?
"We'd gotten a tip from one of our contacts- I don't know who it is, the... other people handle those things." The agent's face showed curiosity. "They said some really interesting stuff was about to find its way into the local drug trade, imported from god-knows-where. This is a test run, to see if it sells. Of course it did. Because of this, more of it is inevitably going out to other cities. Los Angeles is probably next."
"Why do you say that?" His face showed genuine concern.
"Most of the drugs in this country come from South America. Given the... relaxed nature of L.A. and the distance to the border, they're probably next."
"But why test it in New York, of all places?"
"More people. More are likely to try it." At that, the agent walked off and Doe was led away.
"God damn it! Are you mad? I am officially dead to them, or have you forgotten!"
"The Director wants to make a deal with you." That got Doe's attention. "You come work for us, just for now, and we've worked out a deal with a... very senior government official that will let you go home scot free."
"Are you serious?" Has the situation really gotten that out of control?
"As far as I know. We're flying you off to D.C. in an hour, maybe longer. Those riots are getting worse by the minute, but they seem to have chilled out over here." At that, he left.
Guess I never had any choice. This is... somewhat better than rotting away in a prison. Did James really sell our information to the Chinese? Did he know about it?
"Roger boss, I given you another hotel down the street... How does Mr.Hozenscratch sound?" Terrance asked his boss, cracking his keyboard watching the screen.
Price - 250.00 a night *Paid*
"The Room is ready to go..."
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"Very well. I am too exhausted to care right now."
"It's a 3 star but it has a bed and bathroom and free food." Terrance said onto his mike "and about that creature from the hospital and in the middle of the street... they've been taken care of."
Doe took the opportunity to reflect on just how screwed he was. He may or may not be a Chinese spy, he may or may not have been deceived by his closest friend since college, and he may or may not get shot and thrown in a ditch at the end of all this. Either way, he was in the hands of a government which he has believed beyond a doubt to be evil and corrupt for over ten years. It had started when his best friend, John Davis. He was an avid conspiracy theorist (Doe had thought it all to be the inane ravings of a madman at that time), and he had been shot and killed on the way home from work one day. They never found the killer, and the police never showed any interest towards the case.
Weeks later, one of Davis's friends had spoken with Doe. "Look, Jack's death wasn't an accident, and it wasn't just petty crime. He found something that he wasn't supposed to, and the government had to eliminate him before it got out. I offer you an opportunity to join me and my friends in a secret society to avenge his death, to right the wrongs of our government. I know it sounds crazy, but I know you won't let Davis die in vain. You will need to change your name, leave college and move as far from here as possible. We're based out of Atlanta, so that's where you'll go. I was up here to try to recruit your friend, but they got to him before I could. There's still time for you to come with me. What do you say?" Doe was still so angry about his friend's death that he couldn't have said no.
From then on he had crept across the country, making deals and gathering information. Life was rough, but the Doe clan had explained in great detail the importance of their role in society. "We're just like any watchdog organization," they'd said. "We simply look out for corruption, and attempt to end it by giving information to the right people." Looking at this in hindsight, it wasn't too difficult to imagine how they could have used him. But they wouldn't have done that. We're like a family...
Eric made it to the hotel and colaspsed on the bed. Many would've died this day if it wasn't for him, just like many other days. He was a unsung hero, a thankless title. He closed his eyes and was asleep in mintues.
They didn't wake him up until 3 A.M. He was led into yet another black, unmarked SUV and they drove him to the docks. He wasn't sure whether they were going to shoot him until he saw the lights of a helicopter in the distance. It didn't give any appearance of being government-owned, but he knew they probably wanted to keep a low profile. The aircraft slowed and hovered along the shore, and Doe was led on board.
The agents, who had nothing to identify them with, took little notice of him. They kept their jackets open, the better to reach their weapons should Doe have tried anything. Again, he took the chance to think about things.
They never really told me what most of my jobs were about... I was only given a small sliver of the information we came across. The only stuff I ever got to analyze was the stuff I had to go out and get in the field, like that monster. But they couldn't have...
Blood, by the gallons, flowing through the streets. The scarlet mixed with green ooze. Many more will die in this war. A war that will rival any other. Fought on common soil, driven by the same. Beingings from an unknown world at the center with vice as it's soliders. All must achieve a common goal or reach a standing point. Hiding the unhidden, a fools game. Playing with puppets made of flesh. Let it be known that the war has begun. A war that will never be hidden.
It's just like a cult, Doe's logical side told him. They get you when you're weak and vulnerable and they start to tell you what to think. It's been ten years. Wake up.
Can't you see? They're getting into your head. The objection came from his loyal side. These government thugs are making you doubt your life's work by use of a well-placed lie. You know what little you've seen. The clan's analysis fits too well with the facts to be fiction!
That's a load of ☺☺☺☺ and you know it. How could you know that the corruption they found is real if they don't let you check the facts for yourself? It's everything they've told you in reverse. They're the ones controlling what you think, and not the government. This is embarassing.
They've really dug in deep, haven't they? After all you've been through, after all the Doe clan has done for you, you're willing to just walk away?
Doe's head ached, and he tried to stop thinking about it. He turned his head to take one last look at the city. Quite a few lights were out, and smoke rose from some of the worse parts of town. Wonder why it wasn't so bad by my place...
OOC: I say it would be the next morning.
OOC: I thought you were asleep in the dead of night... I don't know, time confuses me.
Originally Posted by princesspeach94
OOC: you just said it was three am.
OOC: Which is the dead of night. (Also, I make up the story as I go. Plot holes are to be expected) Anyway, if we're going to keep talking about this we should take it to the OOC thread.
Originally Posted by princesspeach94
The next morning.
"I trust that you have good news for me, Terrance. Heaven knows I could use some.
"Not exactly boss..." Terrance said "Those things are created from some wonder drug you found in Mexico... Now the director is calling for a task force to hit the factory and you have not been invited... well that's sort of good news for you I guess."
"Ser Bell has never liked me, only because he was not the one that stopped 'My reign of terror.' as he calls it. He in only putting up with me because of The Boss' request. If he only knew the reason why I had to kill, instead of hiding behind blind justice...Never mind my ranting, What is my current assignment?"
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Doe didn't know where he was. His best guess was the J. Edgar Hoover building, but he couldn't be sure. For several hours after the flight, he'd been left in a small room, doubtlessly being tracked by hidden cameras. He'd taken a nap then. An unknown amount of time later, he was taken to an interrogation room where he was shown pictures and asked for analysis. He was honest with them. Whether or not he had been betrayed by his colleagues, the only way out of this was to play ball. Much to his surprise, he had been asked about seeing anyone who seemed like a government agent in the city before his capture. He'd told them everything, and they didn't seem very happy about his revelations.
"CIA was supposed to deal with this their damn selves, not through some cheap mercenaries. Now they've really ☺☺☺☺ed up, and they're not even acknowledging our accusations. Someone is going to pay for this... I'll see if I can get the DEA in on this. These aren't exactly drugs here, but I'd say they'd be familiar with this sort of thing..."
"Well sir, very soon... I might be transfered to help the task force... sorry about that sir."
He was silent for a moment.
"Very strange if you think about it....Have you heard from this 'team'? Did you recieve any direct contact from The Boss on this."
"As you know, you never actually get anything from the boss himself, only his lieutenants like Agent Killney or Chairman Caltren."