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Amazon Lukoi

Posts: 282

Date: Mar 28, 2008

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"Well well, I never thought I'd be seeing you again." Llidya turned around at the sound of the voice, that trademark Chapman smirk haunting her lips. "Well well, yourself, Boyd Norton. What's it been, five years?" She asked the image on the left of her two screens. It was a man, about forty, with speckles of grey in his once almond brown hair. Steel grey hues met her own icy blues, and not without contempt. The man was in an orange prison uniform, courtesy of Chapman herself. Calling her long distance from a nice, maximum security compound somewhere in Europe. "Six." Llidya shook her head, and just eyed the man. "But no matter. For what do I owe the pleasure?" His voice was dry, hostility laced in his tone. No, they were not old friends. "You know about vampires and the like, right?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. A slow, malicious smile crept over his cruel visage. "Oh you want to believe me about it now? Why six years ago you thought I was crazy." "You are crazy. Those people weren't suckheads. But that doesn't mean you don't know anything about them. Not to mention your job for the mob. And it was five." It was Norton's turn to shake his head, looking back to her through slitted lids. "Six, and what is it you want to know?" Llidya regarded him a moment, and remembered the last time they'd run into each other. Five, or six years ago... The tires screamed as the car turned sideways, sliding across the pavement. "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod! Ahhhhh!" Llidya glanced over at her passenger, a scowl crossing her face. Of course, her cargo, Mr. 'Skeet' Redding, couldn't see that through the pitch black mirrored surface of the racecar helmet she had on. Chapman wasn't on a normal, police escort, they'd already tried that and it hadn't worked out. So they were on plan B. She'd brought out Mistress WidowMaker, to see how the car could really handle. So far, they hadn't crashed. So far. "Would you shut the fuck up so I can concentrate and save your life!" She told him crossly. His constant blabbering was annoying. Whenever Llidya brought out the car, she had to don the black jumpsuit and helmet of the Black Widow. No one could know her identity behind the wheel of the racing car. Wild green eyes looked over at her, as the poor little man clung to his seat for dear life. "Okay okayokayokay I'm sorry! I'm sorry oh god!" "Still not helping!" She yelled at him, the impact of her voice muffled underneath the padding. Llidya straightened the car out, and kicked it into fourth gear, weaving in and out of cars on the highway. There were three cop cars staggering to keep up with her, falling back and being replaced every couple of blocks by new cruisers. Dirty cops, every single last one. Such were the precincts in the lower Boroughs of New York. And all of them wanted her and her passenger dead. And such was the life of a witness being transferred to the FBI for the Witness Protection program. Llidya jerked the wheel, darting in between two very big semi trucks. Fortunately, old Skeet was saving his breath to, well, breathe. Gulping in big gasps of air. Llidya believed he was hyperventilating, and really didn't have time to deal with it. Another scowl crossed her face, and she jerked the car around, taking a right onto an off ramp. Her right hand came up, balled into fist as the centrifgal force threw him into the throw. Her left hand jerked the wheel back, straightening her out just as the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire bounced off the back of the silver paintjob and rear window. God damn it that was going to take a pretty penny to fix... A glance was given to Skeet, out cold. Good. Now she could do some real driving. Llidya looked to the rearview mirror, the cop cars had given up finally, but those weren't friendly motorists in those Mercedes-Benz creeping up on her. Hand reached for the radio, picking up the reciever. "Servino you better have me a ride and you better have it five minutes ago!" "I'm on it Chapman. You gotta make it to the docks!" She dropped the mic back into the cradle, and glanced behind her again. Time to make a U-turn. Here goes nothing. She jerked the wheel again, bracing herself for a rollover, but it didn't happen. A maniacal grin crossed her face, hand coming up to pat the dash. "That's my girl." Cars careened out of the way, left and right as they realized that silver streak wasn't slowing down. She came up on an exit ramp, and swung wide to make the slope. Like a glove... Five minutes later, Llidya was hopping out at the docks. She went around the car, and opened the A-style scissor door, the unconscious body of Skeet crumpling to the pavement. Llidya reached up and threw off her helmet, damp, dark red waves cascading down over her shoulders. The helmet hit the ground with a thwack, and she leaned over, grabbing old Skeet by the shoulders and starting to drag him to the ramp that led up to his ship. It was because of that, she didn't see Norton. He fired off two shots, one through the torso of Skeet, and one through her back. She straightened, surprised at the sudden pain lacing through her chest. She glanced down, red fluid pouring from the small hole below her left breast. She turned, to see the steely grey eyes of Boyd Norton. They'd met before, battled before, she'd won some, he'd won some. She managed to glare and spit out a curse word before she passed out. Luckily for her, the Sanguine Syndicate had been on the ship. Norton had been taken down and Llidya rushed to a hospital. Unfortunately, old Skeet Redding didn't make it. Back at Chapman's Llidya regarded him a moment, trying to think of the best way to ask for the crazy man's help. "So, what do you know about vampires who think they're gods? More specifically, love goddesses?" __________________

Amazon Lukoi

Posts: 282

Date: Mar 28, 2008

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"You're fucking crazy." "Well I can't help you this way. I can give ya what you're looking for, but you have to let me go back to my place." "I take it you don't mean an apartment in Jersey," Llidya surmised drily, hands falling to rest on her hips. Boyd Norton let out a laugh, one that shook the shackles on his wrists. The two security guards with the shotguns to either side of him shifted uncomfortably. "Of course not Chapman. I'm English, and my precious is in my family's estate in Yorkshire. So I'll have to go there. Fortunately for me, your American police couldn't touch the manor and it's furnishings." Llidya didn't move, she just regarded him a moment. If she were to get him out of prison, she'd have to keep an eye on him. He was an earth witch, a very dangerous creature to just allow around his shrine, where he kept all the components for his spells and wards. She sighed, and gestured with her hand at the screen. "Alright, fine." This was very important to her, and she'd decided that now was the time to do something about it, instead of sulking as she had been doing for the past couple of days. Her icy blue gaze turned to the guards. "You watch him, I'll be there to pick him up in approximately 48 hours." She looked back to the smirking Norton with a narrowed gaze. "And wipe that smirk off your face Boyd Norton. This isn't going to be a vacation for you." She reached up and hit the disconnect button the remote. Hand reached for the jacket and she scooped it up, making her way to her Impala. The engine roared to life as the door opened behind her. Llidya backed out and started down the road, towards the precinct. Forty five minutes later, she was walking out of the Chief's office, less her badge and issued beretta. Captain Effron had refused to accept her resignation, and told her that the shield would be waiting on her when she got back from her personal business. Chapman didn't know if she was grateful for that or not, but then she didn't know how long she'd be gone, or what would happen to her while she was gone. She slid back into that black 1967 Impala, making her way home. Calls needed to be made before she left, and favors asked. First, to the Syndicate. She was definitely going to be needing them on this one. That little piece of communication technology was pulled from her pocket and flipped open, buttons pressed rapidly. "Jordan, it's Chapman. Listen, you guys still in Africa? No, awesome. I need you to meet me in England..." __________________

Amazon Lukoi

Posts: 282

Date: Apr 3, 2008

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"Well he said no." "If I have him taken care of, who's next in line?" "Chapman, you're not gonna whack the warden." "Sounds like a kid's game or something, don't it?" "Chapman." "Alright alright." She grumbled. Now she was pissed...and sulking a bit. But more pissed than anything. Mouse looked down at her with a reprimanding sort of tilt to his mouth. Llidya glanced up to the 6'6 man, who was built like a Dallas Cowboys linebacker with a nickname of a quiet rodent. "I said alright." She waved her hand, moving over to her kitchen area. Mouse didn't move, just stood there and awaited her next impossible request. "I guess call up the Syndicate and tell 'em we can't make it." Mouse smiled, and slid his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. He tried to look as inconspicous as possible, but with that fedora on and the trenchcoat, Llidya thought he came off as a sort of Marty McFly in Back to the Future Part II...only much bigger. "Well I can't. Cause they landed at Hickam Air Force base about twenty minutes ago. Marrujo decided she didn't want to test the stability of your new warehouse with the weight of her Osprey." Llidya looked up at Mouse, surprised. She smiled for the first time since he walked through her broken door...she still had to get that fixed... "So they'll prolly be here in like, three hours or so." "Well aren't you just full of surprises." "What did you want to talk to old Norton for anyway?" Llidya shrugged at his question, pulling more green peppers and celery from the fridge. If the Syndicate was here, well, it was a good thing she was pissed off and started cooking. But now she'd have to cook quite a bit more. "I wanted to know about vampires...like, one's who think they're gods. Well, I'm sure a whole lot of 'em think they're gods...but this one fancies herself a love goddess." Another shrug again, and she picked up the 8" Santoku knife to continue chopping the vegetables, her hands idly making quick work of it. Icy blues looked to Mouse, who was nodding to himself, and finally walked over to join her at the counter, looking across at her. "You know Dr. Suresh is into that kind of stuff. He doesn't just do biological research for you. And Dr. Cocteau's grandfather had a whole library of stuff he inherited when he died a couple of years ago. Had it moved to India so Dr. Suresh could catalog it." Llidya set down her knife, and looked at him. "I thought he was only into the disease slash cursed part of the supernaturals." Mouse shook his head at her assumption. "Not so far as I know. I can find out what Suresh has found out so far, and I can talk to Cocteau for ya to see what else he's got stashed." Llidya picked up the knife, and started dicing what she'd chopped. She'd make Vincent Price's Manogot, yeah that'd be good. "Well hell why didn't I know that?" "You can't know everything. That's my job." Mouse smiled at her, and picked up a tomato that she hadn't got to yet, taking a bite. "Cocteau's in Ohio at your Fueggo Engineering plant. He's getting pretty far along in the machine. And Suresh is in India, always on the verge." Llidya nodded, and lifted the knife up to point at him as she spoke. "Alright, you skidaddle and find all that stuff out. Make me happy again Mouse." She lowered the knife, her icy blues going out of focus as she started going through the motions of the cooking. It was a way to let off her steam, but then it left her to her thoughts. She didn't even look up as Mouse bid her farewell when he stepped out of the broken door. __________________

Amazon Lukoi

Posts: 282

Date: May 1, 2008

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"I give you billions of dollars and this is what I get?" Llidya complained, mainly to the room itself, more than to Suresh. Watch one movie and you end up in India. It was uplifting, and had gotten her off her ass, for sure, and well hell, she needed to do something. She turned her thoughts from Otis Redding and looked over to Suresh. "Yeah, for my research...not for keeping up with thousands of years old books and artwork." Llidya rolled her eyes. "Besides, I financed most of my research with my pharmecuetical breakthroughs for the past couple of years, so you've barely given me anything." "Yeah yeah." Llidya replied, her right arm resting on her assault rifle which was pressed gently to her vest. She walked over to another table of old dusty books, a scowl on her face. She picked up a scroll, gently pulling it open. Dr. Suresh glanced up to her, and shook his head. "That table has references to werewolves and such. No vampires." Llidya sighed again and set it back onto the table. She wandered over to look over Suresh's shoulder. She was in full blown BDUs, her fiery locks pulled back tight into a French braid and hidden underneath a black SWAT hat. Icy blues glanced over to the stairs, where DK and Diggy were playing cards. Mags walked through the door then, and plopped down. "Perimeter still good. Yo Doc, you wanna tell me how you got all the stuff here without half of it gettin' confiscated?" Llidya smiled, glancing over to her. "Well that's where I came in." Mags nodded, and glanced up to Jordan who leaned against the door frame. Chapman was about to embellish, of course, as all military friends do when bragging about their exploits when Suresh grabbed her arm. "What?" She looked back down over his shoulder. He was looking at the dark red book again, the heavy one, the one Llidya didn't like. Fingers came up to play with the new necklace she wore around her neck as she glanced over the script. It was Sanskrit, another reason she didn't like it. Suresh looked at her. "It's a poem." He explained, glancing up to her. "About a love goddess. Not necessarily a demon vampire, but a love goddess. And a warning. Also mentions the bringer of death." Another sigh escaped her lips, and she looked at him. "Well, what's it say?" Suresh, out of habit for translating, started reading it in the original tongue, and Llidya felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She stopped him right then. "In English, for my unilingual friends over here..." She jerked her thumb towards the four at the door. A smirk, as that was soon followed by insults slung her way in at least four different languages. Suresh glanced up and nodded. "Sorry, this part appears to have multiple meaning in the way it was written, but I don't understand how." "What part?" "This, bringer of death it speaks of. It's repeated a few times, but in different context. The only way I could think it means is someone who murders people, or who seems to have people die around them whereever they are." Llidya glanced down at it as he spoke, and shook her head. "That's one way, I think I know what it means. Bringer of death could mean someone who brings forth dead people, their spirits to learn from them and use their knowledge. Lycans do that." Llidya told him, twirling the rosary idly in her hand. Suresh seemed a bit surprised at that. "Really? So you mean as a lycan you can communicate with the dead?" Llidya shook her head. "No no not me. Well, maybe, I dunno. I know that animators and necromancers can." Suresh nodded, and looked back to the book. "Well that's two, but it's alluding to a third meaning." "The underworld." Llidya and Suresh turned in Unison to look at Michelle, Llidya quirking a brow. "You know, where souls go, like heaven and hell, but in some religions it's all the same place. Just a place where souls dwell until rebirth or judgement. Like, maybe you bring forth the entire underworld back into the physical realm, opening a portal." "Or just a portal to hell." Llidya muttered, nodding and agreeing with Michelle. "There were some strange bodies popping up in Hawaii before I left, well, not evidently strange, but, they just felt different, ya know?" She nodded again to herself, thoughts going back to Ash for the moment as Suresh bent back over the book to continue reading. "It's not a poem it's a prophecy," Suresh declared with a smile. "Give me an hour or so, and I'll have it fully translated." He assured, pen scrabbling on the paper notebook he had on the table next to it. Llidya strolled over to the group by the door. "All right boys and girls, let's do another perimeter walk, and see what Bravo and Echo are up to." They all nodded, pushing themselves to their feet. ~~~~~~ "Master Chief, we're ready to fly." Wells informed her, and Llidya nodded. "Jesus Wells, don't call me that." She told him, walking away. "Sorry MC, you know I gotta mess with ya." She waved her arm at him as she started back for the building. "Yeah yeah." "Sir, Dr. Suresh has got a full translation." Llidya nodded to Mags, who started for her bird. Wtih any luck they'd be out of here and in Cairo for a couple of days in another hour or so. There was only so much staring at books she'd put the Syndicate through before they'd all go stir crazy. She made her way back in, thoughts drifting to Hawaii. She hated that place for it's sunshine, and tourists and generally people. But she could not wait to get back. She had someone to get back to, for once. A smile crossed her lips as she rounded a corner in the hallway, hearing Suresh's voice drifting towards her, in that ancient tongue. That sensation rolled over the back of her neck once more, and she started for the room in a bolt. Some people just had no inclination of the supernatural! Whoever said no harm ever came from reading a book had learned their lesson, but obviously there were a few people who had yet to see that damn movie. "Suresh! God dammit!" Llidya yelled, bursting through the door. It was too late. She could feel it. Suresh turned to look at her, as did DK. Both looked a bit startled, and didn't see the whatever it was behind them that came from the book. In a flash, in lycan speed, she was across the room, and had hands on both their persons. She turned, it felt an eternity too slow and threw them as hard as she could away from the book, that determined look on her face. They both hit the wall, hard. Books rained down from shelves above them. Lightning without sound resounded throughout the building. DK felt it reverbate through his very bones. He sat up with a groan, wondering why the hell Chapman had gone crazy all of a sudden. "What the hell was that? And what the hell is that!" DK opened his eyes, a swipe given to them as Patreaus came into the room. He glanced over to the book, to Chapman more specifically. Slowly, he pushed himself up, not believing what he was seeing. Chapman was still there, standing in front of the book, in the same posture from throwing the two of them across the room. Only she was no longer human. She was completely, and entirely made of stone. "Aww shit..." __________________

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