[RP]Seekers of Power

"Muscles? She called."

The day had been going disastrously awry with her signing on with a few other Seekers to hunt a Holder they weren't even sure of. The result was a wild goose chase as they scoured the area for this supposed Holder who never once revealed himself - or herself for that matter. By the time they gave up, Miranda was not only irate, but tired from the continuous running from house A to house B. Then, Anarchia had to call right at this time.


"Two hours from now, 34th Spring Street in some industrial warehouse district."

"What! Okay, I'll get the goods in as soon as I can. Just tell her we may be a little late. 15 minutes?"

"'kay, bye."

Without waiting for Muscles to hang up, Miranda hung up and gripped her phone tightly. Her frustration had yet to abate. Taking several deep breaths, she began walking towards the street where she hailed a taxi.

- Some Time Later -

Miranda slouched in the backseat, still sulking about the failed mission. "Hey, b****, lighten up," Muscles said, looking briefly into the rear view mirror only to notice Miranda's glare. Sighing to himself, he tore his gaze away and looked back on the road. Although the meeting point was anything but close to their crib, early preparations and readiness for the call allowed them to reach 20 minutes before the meeting time.


"Lucky us. So we didn't have to call her after all."

"I didn't."

"What the f***?"

A shrug was all Muscles got in response as Miranda peered out of the window. "There she is," said Miranda as Muscles pulled over on the driveway, ignoring the potential obstacle to other passing cars. As it stood, they were at a fair bit of disadvantage with Anarchia having the benefit of a home field advantage of sorts. Who knew just how much coverage she had in this area, so Muscles, or rather, Miranda, couldn't allow the risk of parking too close to their customer.

Muscles went to the boot and took out two luggage which he had used to store the firearms while Miranda approached Anarchia. Whatever fail-safe that Anarchia had implemented, it was well-disguised. There was nothing Miranda could visibly observe - at least, not without Anarchia noticing. So, looking straight at Anarchia and her striking teal-colored hair, Miranda came close, stopping a comfortable distance away.

"Hello."

Muscles began pulling the luggage containing the firearms over just as she greeted the girl.
 
Candice watched from the shadows as a small group gathered outside the apartment. One of them, a young redheaded girl, looked badly hurt. Bleeding, broken bones, burns, and unconsciousness. Chances were she'd die from shock if she didn't do something...she was a healer wasn't she?

No. That was in her past. But the woman was so young. Had her whole life ahead of her. Could Candice really sit idly by and watch as everything took its natural course? Be an observer? She always had, so why should it change now? Because she could make a difference? Ha, that was a laugh. She couldn't make a difference, so why should she bother now, of all times?

Quiet

Having successfully quelled her inner voice, she walked over to the small group, eyes fixed ahead and arms folded. She decided to talk to the oldest looking one; a black haired woman with wisdom beyond her age on her face. Brushing past her without even making eye contact, she brought her lips close to the woman's ears and spoke softly. "Follow me. Bring the girl if you want her to live." And with that, she did a 180 turn, flicking her hair to make for a false motion of disinterest for any onlookers getting into her business.

Assuming they were following, she went back into the building. Nobody tried to stop her. It was against fire emergency protocol, but the sprinkler system had removed all the fires by now and had stopped raining on the apartment.

Going up to the second floor, she whipped out a key and opened up room 26. Striding in with arms still folded, she spoke without turning, assuming they had followed her. "Lay her on the couch and get out. I'll call you in when I'm done."
 
Anarchia Iilyavich Vesperia - Sevensheep


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"Hello."

They were early. 20 minutes to be exact. Iglesias should just be about set up by now if she had worked at her usual pace. She might not be needed if things goes swimmingly. It was only insurance against a sudden attack or betrayal. There was nothing to be afraid of if it was just a normal transaction. Lowering her cup of coffee, Anrachia got off from the bonnet of the car and met Miranda halfway, but with a safe distance from her. Miranda also had the same idea as her, which she Anarchia saw as a good sign. It meant Miranda was careful and not reckless. However, their car blocking the driveway was concerning.

Good morning. Ms Lin. Mr.... Muscles. I trust things have been going smoothly? That you received your advance payment in cash at your apartment?

Anarchia had Iglesias make an anonymous drop at their "apartment". In cash and with Iglesias delivering, she knew it would not be traceable. All that was left was final transaction of the remaining sum.

How does your normal transaction procedure go? Since i have chosen the location, we will go by your methods. However, i do expect to examine the goods before the deal has been completed.

There was no way Anarchia was going to go by good faith with someone she was dealing with for the first time. As she waited on Miranda and Muscles reply, Iglesias was peeping through the binoculars and at the small LCD screens that showed each camera. The miniature laser mic was pointed between the two women, picking up their conversation. The ruger was loaded and her back up 1911 was ready. Her entry point was loaded with cameras and flashbang trip wires, should anyone try to sneak up. No one was going to be here unless they had an interest in the deal. Quietly, she continued to observe the deal.

Ok.... lets hope we won't have to use you.... nothing personal Mini

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Amira Karluka Haktanir



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Amira was looking forward to the doughnuts a lot. On the way, she hummed the jingle that accompanied the commercials like a child. At a red light, the BMW pulled up next to a bike in which three people were riding. It was grossly over carrying, but that was none of her concern. They only stopped for a second, but as the bike pulled away, Amira noticed several things. The first was one particular occupant of the bike. The second was the state of another of the occupant. Lastly, the speed in which the motorcycle sped off. Amira's business intuition was reeling.

Dick! Quick right! Follow that bike with three people on it!

Richard had already begun accelerating forward across the intersection. However, upon hearing the command, without a second of hesitation, he swerved the car rightwards and ignoring all the horns he got from the few behind him, Richard managed to keep in Line of Sight with the bike.

What happened to Doughnut Kingdom?

Marcella was dozing when the jerk shook her awake.

I smell business.

That was all she needed to say. No matter what Marcella said, logical or not, Amira was not going to change her mind. Richard, with practised perfection, tailed the bike with ease undetected until it pulled up outside an apartment building. The trio was met with a fourth person, a woman with an aloof air to her. Richard took the car passed them and performed a U turn in a side street and parked 10 meters on the opposite side of the road from the apartment.

So, princess. What do we do?

Richard, you go in with me. Fei, you take support on the opposite building. We'll have our IR tags on. Marcella, you're on car duty. I have a desire to talk with a Ms... Lyra and an offer which i think she would not likely refuse. Let's go.

By the time they reached the door, the trio would probably have entered and gone up the stairs, but Richard was a pro. It would be as easy as breathing to estimate with uncanny accuracy which room they had entered. Amira and Richard began for the building, crossing the road as Fei jumped out and headed for the side alley. Most likely, she was aiming for the fire escape ladder as a means of accessing the support building.





 
So he had seen the woman. However, from the sound of it he didn’t have a chance to do anything about her. What was this “machine” he was speaking of? There was a rather large chance that Alyss could have answered that if she was still awake. Part of her was wondering if Alyss would be able to remember anything. The chances of post traumatic stress were high. After all, from the looks of her body she wasn’t just beaten and then left there; she was tortured. From the sounds of it, this man wanted to help. In fact, he seemed very eager to do so. Lyra looked at him as he spoke, “My place is just down the street from here. It’s the closest thing to a safe place we can get. Before we go, I think I deserve at least both your name and her name.” He pointed over at an old building nearby and then got back on his bike.

Lyra was in no position to trust anyone. But on the other hand, Alyss needed help. She knew a lot about the human body and ways to fix things, but Alyss’ injuries were too extensive. For the first time in her life she honestly didn’t know what to do. Not only that, but she wasn’t comfortable giving out her name or Alyss’. Perhaps he was a Holder that needed names for his power to work? Lyra ran into a few of those before... Before she could even answer someone else had walked up. As Lyra stood there attempting to figure things out, someone had snuck up on her and whispered in her ear. “Follow me. Bring the girl if you want her to live.”

A complete stranger she was. At this point Lyra was starting to get frustrated. However, she knew she was going to have to take a chance. The man in front of her could have had medical training for all she knew. However, the woman that had now walked off seemed confident enough. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m going to have to take her to that woman’s place. She’s offering help, and I’m not quite sure I can trust either of you. However, her apartment is in the building. If anyone tries anything there, I’m burning more than just an apartment down.” With that, she carefully grabbed Alyss off the bike and held her in her arms. She never realized just how light Alyss was as her blood started to trail down her suit coat sleeves.

She followed the woman quickly to room 26 and did what she said and placed Alyss on the couch. “You can help her, right? If this is a trap…” Lyra looked at the woman with the upmost seriousness and distrust. “I’m only doing this because she’s,” she pointed over at Alyss who still laid unconscious on the couch, “out of options.”
 
Five days after the rush job he'd been paid shitloads to do, Soren was sitting at his computer desk, watching the bank account numbers scroll by. He'd been watching them on and off since he'd completed the job, looking for the deposit into his account. He'd noticed a few unusual transactions but nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly the scrolling screen stopped and a single line of text was highlighted. A quick read proved it to be the one into his account. With a small frown he closed the program.

"You would think," he muttered, "that a company that handles other people's money would be able to handle their own. None of them seem to be able to..."

He'd been down this line of thought before. It seemed beyond simple coincidence that this happened every time and more then once he had thought that there was something behind it all. But the general inability to do much of anything by anyone in the United States always put that to ease. He was just about to go and fix himself something to eat when he noticed that the second computer on his desk had a activated program. Reading the taskbar, he recognized the program as one that was tied to small security cameras in bank vaults. Basic by useful standards but advanced by current, it could search videos for certain parameters. Unfortunately, some of the parameters looked for split second movement so there were always pings in the program. At this point, it was simply easier to look at how many pings there were. Five or less was normal mechanical and human error. Any more was unusual.

Mousing over it lazily, he sat up straight and blinked several times as he read that it has picked up over 40 pings.

"Well now," he smirked, "I think someone's been a little busy."

Opening the program up, he was greeted by screenshots in rows of 8. Black and white and soundless, it was still a clear, if unfocused, view of the vaults. In over half of them the same pair of women were in the shot. That alone raised his eyebrow. Choosing one, he blew it up on his monitor and carefully picked over them. The younger looking one was dressed in finer, if rumpled and a bit disheveled, clothing and seemed to have a look of fear mixed with distaste. The woman accompanying her was much more composed though there was still a look of pleasure on her face.

"Maybe that one does have accounts at each of these banks," he mused, speaking of the younger one. "And she might be being coerced to do this. But...."

A few more clicks and a 10 second video loop began playing, showing the screenshot as well as the five seconds before and after the shot. The strangest part of it was that the pair were not there the five seconds before but there the 5 seconds after. Soren's smirk grew wider as he looked at the pair.

"One of you has something I want...." he said darkly. "But where are you?"
 
Levont Mires.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m going to have to take her to that woman’s place. She’s offering help, and I’m not quite sure I can trust either of you. However, her apartment is in the building. If anyone tries anything there, I’m burning more than just an apartment down.”

Levont shrugged as he got off of his bike.He looked around as he took note of a car that parked across the street from him. It didn't take long for the people in the car to exit. Three people in the car and they looked like people who tend to butt heads with the police, FBI, and CIA if they had their way. Turning around, Levont followed the three ladies into the building as he watched their backs. Up two floors and currently holing up in room 26, Levont listened in on a few snippets of the conversation.

“You can help her, right? If this is a trap… I’m only doing this because she’s out of options."

While she and the other lady talked, Levont pulled out his chain and leaned beside the doorway. If anything bad happens, he wants to take down any opposition before he is forced to use his abilities.
 
Muscles stopped beside Miranda, grinning at Anarchia. "Sure did, b****. All settled as soon as that came in," he said, giving Anarchia a thumbs up. Miranda surveyed the surrounding area, hoping to see what Anarchia had set up in lieu of their arrival. There was nothing unusual she could observe; whatever Anarchia had set up for her protection, it was professionally done. As if this wasn't enough, the advance payment that came was delivered by the most unexpected means. Even right now Miranda and Muscles were still wondering how it came. It frightened her greatly, to be so uncertain about what they were up against if push came to shove. Maybe the only way would be to hold Anarchia hostage. But that was only if she can overpower the lady, who looked to be much more capable in real combat than Miranda was.

How does your normal transaction procedure go? Since i have chosen the location, we will go by your methods. However, i do expect to examine the goods before the deal has been completed.

Miranda moved to unzip her jacket as Mucles opened the luggage. Placing the opened luggage on the floor, Muscles stepped back, beckoning at Anarchia. "Well, feel free to check all you want," shrugging, he glanced about at the area. "Usually, our clients don't make the habit of crossing us so we're more worried about passing cops."

 
The woman who carried her in didn't seem to be interested in leaving, but she didn't have any time to worry about it right now. The girl was going to die if she wasn't healed soon. She didn't know what it was, but something within her; something other than the cold disinterest she had carried with her for several years now, demanded she do this. Tch. How annoying.

Power welled up within her, and she had to stop herself from swaying as years of unreleased power coursed through her body. A soft golden light formed in her palms, and she held them over the girl as sweat ran down her face. She was doing this. She was actually doing this. What in the name of God was she thinking, doing this now of all times?

The girl's bones mended, fused together with uncanny sounds like firecrackers going off. Rapid cell regeneration cleansed the blackened and browned flesh and replaced it with new flesh and skin. She glossed over some of the more minor wounds but quickly dealt with her mangled kneecaps and the bullet in her shoulder, which popped out like a seed as the wound closed over it, forcing it out of her body.

As she concluded, she felt her head go light, and she knew by the hot feeling under her nose that it had started bleeding. Grabbing a handkerchief from her skirt, she dabbed her nose quickly, looking away from both the unconscious girl and the black haired one. Folding her arms, she looked away, flicking her hair as she exhaled with exhaustion. What the hell had she been thinking? She had to have gone mad...but. It was done now. There was no changing it anymore.
 

Amira Karluka Haktanir


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Indeed, the trio and entered the apartment building before they had arrived at the door. In fact, from the looks of things, something else had occured not too long ago. A fire maybe? Richard took the lead, perking his ears and checking the floor. The noise of several people walking was very close, two floors up at most. Bounding up the stairs at three at a time, the ex soldier disappeared as Amira and Marcella walked slowly. For Richard, he managed to reach the floor just as he heard the a door slam shut on one end. Slowly walking by each door, he stopped outside 26 where there was the most commotion. The most likely room in which the three had gone into. Turning around to his boss and colleague, who has just reached his floor, Richard motioned them over.

Well, this is the room. How do you want to do this?

Easy. You pick the door and we'll walk right in. Level one though. Safety's off, but keep weapons hidden.

Marcella didn't have to wait. She was already picking it by the time Amira finished her instructions and looked at the other two.

What? You aren't the only one that knows the boss. Lets go then?

Chuckling slightly, Amira cleared her throat and opened the door. With her signature smile, she greeted an acquaintance

Good morning Ms Lyra. It has been a while. I couldnt help but notice you on a motorcycle as we drove towards Doughnut Kingdom. You seem worse for wear and i just knew you could do with my service again.... hm?

Amira gazed around the room before she scratched the back of her head with a small oops.

Well.... did i interrupt something important? Did i come at a wrong time? Should i have waited outside?

She really didnt mean the last two as they were of no concern to her, but if something got Lyra rather unsettled, then it was interesting business
 
Lyra watched as the woman got to work. She said nothing to answer her questions, but Lyra didn’t much care just so long as Alyss was getting the help she needed. A golden light came from the woman’s palm. She ran her hand down her face all the way down to the rest of her injuries. Lyra could see Alyss’ wounds healing by the second and part of Alyss must have been able to feel it as she shifted for the first time since she had been back. Her bruises were gone, her bones snapped back in place and even the bullet in her shoulder popped out as if it were never there. Once she was done, the woman in front of her then seemed to get a little tired as she grabbed a handkerchief from her skirt and dab her nose. Even though she had just healed and perhaps saved someone’s life… she didn’t seem happy about it in the slightest.

“I suppose I should thank you…”, Lyra began. However, before she could continue, she noticed Alyss was moving around a little bit. After a while, her eyes shot open and she lurched forward and gasped. Her red hair flowed behind her and rested at her back as she sat up and looked around. “I-Is she gone?” She looked around for a little while more and didn’t notice her. “I am better. My bones are not broken and I… I am dreaming.” She looked to her right and noticed the same woman she saw at diner a few nights ago. “You! You are that woman that was rude to me at the diner… this must be a bad dream.” From there she looked to her left over the couch and saw Lyra. “Or… a good dream?” She smiled at her.

Just as she smiled at her, she twitched. “Oww… M-my body… it Is aching.” She quickly laid back down. But before she did so, she looked at her skirt and noticed it was mostly burned off. “Lyra… cover me. I do not like being exposed. Even if this is a silly dream.” Lyra quickly grabbed a sheet from a chair and placed it over her. From the looks of her, Alyss was already falling back asleep. To still be aching from that, she must have really had a number done to her.

However, not everything was peaceful as a somewhat familiar face came into the room. Lyra couldn’t recall her name, but she noticed the entourage and the hair. “Good morning, Ms. Lyra. It has been a while. I couldn’t help but notice you on a motorcycle as we drove towards Doughnut Kingdom. You seem worse for ear and I just knew you could do with my service again… hm?” She looked around and scratched her head. “Well… did I interrupt something important? Did I come at a wrong time? Should I have waited outside?”

Lyra quickly folded her arms in response. “You wouldn’t happen to have morphine, would you? Also, I need information on a pink haired woman. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
 
Levont Mires

Levont smiled as the wounded girl woke up and started speaking. It was nice to know that she was going to survive and it also gave him a chance to find out the black haired lady's name. But before he could open his mouth, the door opened and another group came in.

“Good morning, Ms. Lyra. It has been a while. I couldn’t help but notice you on a motorcycle as we drove towards Doughnut Kingdom. You seem worse for ear and I just knew you could do with my service again… hm? Well… did I interrupt something important? Did I come at a wrong time? Should I have waited outside?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have morphine, would you? Also, I need information on a pink haired woman. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Levont coughed as he closed the door behind the new group before he walked up to the unconscious girl.

"Amazing. Every cut and bruise is gone. Is that some sort of medicine? Where can I get one like that?" Levont muttered looking from the girl to the person who healed her before looking at Lyra.

"Do you know those people Lyra?" Levont asked looking at the guardian of the unconscious girl.
 
[OOC: Tipsynaruto]


Muscles glanced at the weapons in the luggage. They were mostly second-hand except for the M4 Carbine, but in good condition thanks to Muscle's special effort in cleaning each of these weapons. Going by what he understood of Anarchia at the moment, it made sense that she would notice this little detail. Looks like a discount in this deal was in line.

Miranda, however, was feeling ill at ease. Her face showed only her usual bored expression as she stood around in a lax manner, peering around the area for any signs of disturbance. What she was truly doing was looking out for Anarchia's backup. She had already suspected something unusual about the number of trucks in the area, believing that Anarchia may have hired a private army to ambush them should the deal go awry. However, for just the two of them, it seemed like a silly idea. Perhaps Anarchia expected them to bring their own gang as well?

Not that Muscles had any 'gang' to speak of, unless one counted the many 'gangs' that bought weapons from Muscles.

"If you're done looking through, I'm ready to negotiate the price."

Just then, a honk from outside the courtyard. Muscles glanced meaningfully at Miranda, who answered with a nod. Leaving the two to continue negotiating the deal, Miranda walked towards the gate of the courtyard, reaching into her jacket as she cautiously approached the gate. What she saw startled her. A police car, stopped right behind their car. There were two policemen, one still in the driver seat while the other was already beside Muscles' car, a summon ticket placed on the windscreen.

"Ma'am, you shouldn't park your car in the middle of a driveway like this."

Miranda was on alert in an instant. Should the policeman step a little closer to the gate...

But Murphy was right again: what can go wrong, will go wrong. "What the.. Are those, guns?" The policeman began approaching the gate as Miranda feigned ignorance. Following behind the cop, she pulled out her pistol and attached the silencer.

"Hold it right there. Put your han--"

Miranda fired a single shot to the policeman's head from behind, sending him forward into his pool of blood as Miranda signaled for Muscles and Anarchia to take cover. The other policeman had sensed something amiss when his partner went into the courtyard and was just in time to witness his partner's death. Miranda capitalized on his moment of shock and fired several shots at him, only one of which grazed his arm. He hid behind the car, as Miranda shot at the police car's wheels.

Crouching low, Miranda dashed to the side of the police car, rounding about from behind. The policeman had already reached in the car to contact the police headquarters. Without bothering to let him finish, Miranda fired two shots, one to his chest and another to his neck, killing him. She then returned into the courtyard, rejoining Muscles and Anarchia.

"The cops has called for backup already. We have to leave now."
 
OOC: Ill try and squeeze in something now

Amira Karluka Haktanir

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“You wouldn’t happen to have morphine, would you? Also, I need information on a pink haired woman. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”


As delightful as always Miss Lyra. Straight to business. The answer to the first is yes. I do have morphine. In fact, i have something better than that.

Raising her hand to her side, Marcella placed a complete combat medical kit on the white hand. It had morphine for immediate pain relief, but it also had less damaging ones such as pills, disinfectants, bandages, salves and the like. Despite the wounded girl they saw before looking miraculously healthy in comparison to what she saw, the med kit might be a bit redundant. Still, it was what a customer has asked for, therefore, she will fulfill it to her fullest extent if possible. Amira stretched her hand out and offered the red bag to Lyra. She smiled apologetically, however.

As for information on this pink haired woman, i apologise Miss Lyra, but i am only human. I am afraid more information is required before i can offer data, considering i have never seen her. Even in that case, i will require time to gather substantial information.

Amira glanced at the occupants of the house. There was a man and a woman who seemed to have little relation to Miss Lyra, so it might be better to not intrude too long. Richard was already signalling her that they were approaching time limit they should be staying in an unsecured area.

I apologise for barging in on you two, so ill make it simple and be out of your hair quickly. Miss, Lyra, you appear to need a place to stay. How about i organise a secure safe house for you and put a reduced price on the information as a package deal? Should you accept the deal, give this number a call and ill have you transferred to the house immediately with the information ready.

Placing a plain business card with her full name on one side and her business mobile on the other on the table, Amira bowed and walked out of the room. There were places she needed to go.

Doughnut Kingdom is going to end its sale soon. Get Fei down to the car stat so we can leave immediately.

The entourage groaned as they remembered their boss' eccentricity.

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Anarchia Iilyavich Vesperia - Sevensheep


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Anarchia was not happy. Whilst the guns were indeed in good condition, Anarchia did notice the slight flaws that signified a second hand gun. Nicks along the barrel, scratched along the slide, nicks from magazine reloading clipping, they were all there. The M4 was new, which was good, but second hand weapons may have issues. Who knows what has been done with the gun, prior to it coming into her possession. While she had no real choice, there was no way in which she would be paying full price.

"If you're done looking through, I'm ready to negotiate the price."

Hm, i expect a substantia..... hmm?

The sudden horn from the rear made Anarchia pause. From Iglesias' angle, she could not see clearly who was at the alleyway outside. It was a misstep for her, as she now knows zero data on the enemy outside. The short pause was follow by several small familiar ping of noise. Silencer plus human being hit. Specifically, Miranda's silencer, which cut the police officer short in his sentence.

"Hold it right there. Put your han--"

Two bullet tore through him before Miranda turned to his partner. It took a bit longer to take him out, which meant he most likely raised his HQ. It was time to bug out.

Iglesias, we are pulling out. Abandon and burn all leads and rendevous with me!

Acknowledged!

Iglesias surged the screens and receiver that she had set up as her nest, burning all valuable data and traces. The cameras and flash she could lead as none of them were traceable and the flash was hand made with gloved hands. Slinging the Ruger across her shoulder, Iglesias looped the seiling cable through a d link and leapt over the edge of the railing, abseil running towards the ground down the side of the building. With both her feets touching the ground, the small girl whipped off the patched grey and concrete coloured coat that camoflagued over her and tossed it into the industrial bin to her left. Ruger in one hand, backpack on her back, Iglesias ran and met with Anarchia. Unlike Anarchia who was stunning and intimidating, the NCO was more pretty, cute and sweet, completely defying her military training.

Well... things went sour quick. What now?

Thinking for a second, Anarchia came to the conclusion that they should cooperate with Muscles, considering this was his town and as a criminial, it must have some for of back door. While she did have her own plans, it was best to follow tried and tested locals. If his plan was good, all the better. If not, there was still her own as back up. There is always room for flexibility on the field

This is your town. What is your plan on escape?
 
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Candice blinked as more people came barging into her tiny apartment room. Some of them even looked like they had guns and other weapons on them, and Candice immediately felt herself go on edge. Damnit. This was what she got for being involved. She should have ignored her healer's instinct. Time and time again she had told herself she didn't want that power to be a part of her. Yet she had reacted, of all times, when a stranger had shown up at her doorstep, likely dying from something she wasn't even sure of.

Tch, what a fool she had been.

She was about to insist the strangers leave so that the injured girl wasn't put under undue stress- tch, she felt like a haughty nurse- but that wasn't necessary. After imparting some words to the other woman, who they labelled Lyra, she left; apparently for a doughnut sale of all things. She supposed even weapon carrying enigmas had their vices.

Without looking at Lyra, she spoke. ​"Follow them if you like. I'll take care of the girl until you return."
 
Well... things went sour quick. What now?

Now, that was one girl that Miranda would hit on under a different set of circumstances. Unlike Anarchia who exuded a serious sort of charm, this new girl exuded innocence. If not for the rifle she held in her hand, Miranda would never have imagined her to be militarily trained. Looks are indeed deceiving. This also accounted for the backup that Anarchia had planned on her end.

This is your town. What is your plan on escape?

Miranda shrugged, looking to Muscles who instead, chuckled. "Well, let's settle this the usual way," he said, closing up the luggage of weapons. Bringing it to Miranda, he nods before turning to head back into the car. Miranda turned to face the two that remained. "Easy. Follow me," she says as she walked out of the courtyard onto the street, not bothering to see if Anarchia and her partner followed. The streets were relatively empty save a few random people who were not looking their way.

Hurriedly, Miranda turned into a small alley beside their designated meeting area. "I sure do hope no one looked in our direction. I just remembered that you have teal hair." Miranda glanced at Anarchia as she flashed an amused smile. "In any case, what we usually do is split up and return to our crib."

As the small group emerged back on the sidewalk beside a busy street, Miranda continued leading the two ladies as she looked out for a taxi.

"So, just hop into a cab and leave this place. We can arrange the deal again another time."
 
“Yes… I do know her… in a manner of speaking.” Lyra answered. She couldn’t exactly tell them that she knew her well. Nonetheless, she knew her well enough to the point where she was buying firearms and the like from her if she ever needed to. Whatever brought her to this city, she had no idea. Odds are, she never would. It was then Amira answered her questions. One of them she answered quite in Lyra’s favor. She did, in fact, have morphine. This worked out rather well for her. Odds are, Alyss was going to be sore and still in pain. With the morphine, she wouldn’t have to worry about it. As she was handed the bag it was in, she took it instantly.

However, she didn’t have any information regarding the pink haired witch that had tortured Alyss. She offered a safe house, but Lyra respectfully declined. “We shouldn’t need a safe house. No one knows where we’ve been staying, thankfully. I’ll keep the card just in case, though.” They quickly left afterwards, leaving Lyra, the other man, and the woman that healed Alyss all in one room. “I suppose names are in order. You should have caught mine earlier. I’m Lyra.” She stopped speaking for a moment to turn to the healer. “I appreciate that you healed Alyss. I’ll pay you back once all this is over. If she wakes up, just inject her with this. It should make her a bit... Well, let’s just say she certainly shouldn’t be much of a brat. I know how she can be.”

With that, she looked over to the man at the door. “Let’s go. I need to find that woman and have a nice long ‘chat’ with her.”
 
Levont Mires

So the unconscious lady's name is Alyss. Levont took note of it as Lyra looked over to him.

“Let’s go. I need to find that woman and have a nice long ‘chat’ with her.”

"You got any idea where you possibly could be? This is a big city and finding one person among thousands is like a needle in a haystack. We're not even sure if she is still in the city." Levont muttered looking back at Lyra.

Nevertheless, he stretched a bit as he put his chain away before yawning.

"In any case, I'm Levont. Nice to meet ya. Now that the introductions is over now, any ideas on where to start?"
 

Anarchia Iilyavich Vesperia - Sevensheep


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"Well, let's settle this the usual way,"

Muscles had packed up the merchandise and had handed it to Miranda. Anarchia now did not care about the deal. It was off until the current situation has been settled. Whilst the female dealer began to walk off, Anarchia double checked her sectors and followed after, staying four meters behind. It was a typical tactic used in patrols. If they were ambushed, the group wouldn't be so easily mowed down compared to being bunched up. Iglesias also waited for a bit of distance, using the time to check the action of the small rifle before concealing it and practicing a few quick draws from its new position. Once they were at a side alley off next to their meeting area, Miranda halted and turned to the duo.

"I sure do hope no one looked in our direction. I just remembered that you have teal hair."

Anarchia made an unconscious action, reaching to one of her pig tails and twiddled with the tip of it. As much as she denied it, Anarchia was somewhat self conscious about her hair pigment. Some people back at the academy did call her teal princess in jest and as a jab at her heritage and hair colour.

"In any case, what we usually do is split up and return to our crib. So, just hop into a cab and leave this place. We can arrange the deal again another time."

Back on the main street, there were little people and considering Miranda used a silenced weapon, the gunshot did not spook any civilians into being nosy. So the best time to disperse is right now.

Very well. We shall be in contact at a later date. I bid you farewell. Come Iglesias.

Ye~~~~~s. Riiiight behind you~.

It would be suspicious if the two split, since if anyone saw them exiting the alleyway together, it would cause more suspicion should they suddenly dispersed. So walking a further two streets and entering a small dingy diner and sat themselves on the counter.

A hot chocolate and a cappuccino.....and a slice of cheesecake

A few mere minute later, sirens could be heard wailing not far down the street before patrol cars sped by. The pair nonchalantly continued to consume their drink and cake. They would stay inside for as long as it took for Iglesias to finish her cake and leave in a normal manner.

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Amira Karluka Haktanir

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The group were once again speeding down the road, on their way to Doughnut Kingdom. However, Amira wasn't the same cheerful self as she was mere minutes ago. In fact, she sat in the backseat, looking pensive and staring miles out the side of the car. Everyone knew that inside her head, betraying the calm look on her face, her brain was chugging at hyper speed. Amira was intrigued. What has spooked Lyra so much for her to be in that sort of mood and state? Amira had great faith in her ability to read someone's emotions and mental state from mere minute details. While Lyra was, but her own admission, one of the hardest she has ever tried to read, Amira was certain of it this time. In any case, anything that can cause such a reaction was definitely worth noting in Amira's book. She suddenly broke the tense silence in the car.

Fei, i want to know who this pink haired girl is. I don't care how little informatin you can scrape nor the number of pink haired girls there are, but i want information and background on all of them.

.... Alright. Ill get right on it.

The car fell back into silence as Fei dialed home and instructed the boys to start scrounging for information. They would probably go and scrounge for Aya's help considering this was her area of expertise. Fei snapped her phone shut as she relayed her orders and after a few seconds, she asked Amira something.

Why the sudden interest Amira?

What's wrong with me being interested?

Because you got the exact face that always herald destruction on a battle scale, Amira. It was the same in the Balkans, it was the same in Africa and it was the same in Columbia. It was a complete bitch to get away scot free from the dealers.

You know what? I think you're just grumpy because its the morning. Some sugar will fix that....so off to Doughnut Kingdom!

Fei knew she was beat. Turning back to the front, the BMW pulled off the main road and towards the fast food chain.
 
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