RPG SYF: Special Youth Force: Garrotted Threats...

[Raquel]

Siren crosses her legs and looked bored... And what did they have paper for? She shakes her head... The Stump, her nickname for the commander because of his inflexibility, had better have a damn good reason for delaying like he was... She leaned back and propped her feet on the chair in front of her... She turned to Craig and raised an inquisitive eyebrow...

Siren: What's he waiting for? Liam looks like he's gonna haul off and shoot the guy... It had better be good, cause I'm loosing valuable time... Dun have a clue what I'd use it for... But still...

She crossed her arms moodily

[liamc2]

Liam remained impassive. He yawned and stood, casually stepping over the body and heading for the vending machine in the corner. After pulling out a can from the machine he marched back to his seat and yet again stepped over the body. The rest of the group was silent. Such disregard for the death of an agent was unthinkable. Liam shrugged his shoulders at their looks of amazement and opened his beverage.

?Serves her right,? he said, ?had it coming to her anyway.? He nodded to the commander. ?You might want to notify her parents, I believe they?re stationed in Brazil at the moment.?

The group forced their attention back to the commander, repressing their feelings of shock and outrage while the forensic team entered and carried Elyssa respectfully out of the room. Liam sighed and took a mouthful, very harsh words would be said to him, he knew it for a fact. It didn?t matter though, he needed practice in his conversational skills. He put his can down and adjusted his glasses, noting the entrance of Siren and Niomi through door. Niomi instantly observed the shattered door, in a second her eyes darted around until they rested on Liam in the corner. He smirked and raised his can to her before focusing his attention on the commander.

?Well what you just saw is part of our...predicament. An unknown party is making threats in the form of murdered agents and security guards, and we?ve gathered that the unfortunates have been tortured and placed under the use of truth serum.? He sighed and noted for the lights to be turned off and the minute lightpro on the table to be turned on before he began speaking again. ?The most recent threat, besides the late Elyssa Munroe, has been this tape. For those of you still in the dark about what happened last year, this tape should and will clear any suspicions.? The commander pressed the play button on the remote he was holding. ?The first tape you will be seeing is SYF footage of the aftermath, basically forensic and government files during the cleanup.?

The blue screen on the wall jittered and turned black for a few seconds before images began to be played out before them. The front of the school came in to view, crawling with forensic federal police and patches of scorched earth, presumably where the downed blackhawks were. Liam folded his arms and deliberately exhaled noisily, bored out of his mind. The rest of the group ignored him, eyes glued to the projected images of bodies, shells and the still burning blackened wreckage that was Liam?s car and was an apache helicopter. Liam glanced up, instantly his mind replayed the event....

~~~

The glass window shattered as a spray of bullets tore through and bit into the dashboard. Liam winced as shards bit into his cheek. He strained behind the wheel and spun the car a full circle to face the copter behind him. It banked into a hovering position, taunting him to do something about it. Liam winced again and merely pulled the blood soaked shards out of his cheek.

The apache hovered forward, the sound of the hellfire rockets arming echoed around the concrete courtyard.

Liam glanced round and his eyes rested on the hidden, covered destruct button, linked to a small amount of detonator semtex hidden beneath the customised WRX one hundred and twenty litre fuel tank. Quite an explosion. The vision blurred and blackened, zooming forward to the deafening explosion and the feeling of being lifted of his feet, flames licking at his heels came to mind. Liam shook his head and snapped out of the trance.

~~~

The commander turned the lights back on when the final tape finished. Most of the group had started to feel ill after seeing the horribly disfigured and bloody figure of the fallen agent blown up to the size of the three metre by three metre projection. Already Adam had left the room twice. Liam shook his head, obviously the guy was in the wrong job. The commander began speaking again,

?That is what happened last time. Obviously we do not want that to happen again, and we?re asking all agents to not use maximum force at any time unless totally necessary,? he spoke the entire sentence while his gaze rested on Liam, who tried to screw up his face into one of innocence. The commander shook his head and resumed speaking, ?All of you are going to have to work as a team on this. No matter where you stand, I want you all knowing each others secrets, hopes, and fears by noon tomorrow.? Questioning glances were shot throughout the room, ?I know this is not your usual practice, but on this case we are going to need you all as strong friends, otherwise this mission will fail.?

Liam raised his hand at this, ?Sir, I just have a question. Last year you said the exact same speech, that we?re going to need to know each other or this is going to fail. Hate to break it to you cap, but last years mission failed miserably.? Obviously his words did not place much hope in the minds of those present, the commander shrugged off his words however, ?I want all of you to leave and follow Adam here to your assigned dormitory where you will eat, sleep and socialise until tomorrow. No ifs, no buts, that is where you are going and that is where you are staying until tomorrow at noon. Dismissed.?

The commander turned and exited the room, at which Adam stood and asked for all to follow him. Conversation broke out the instant they all were in the corridor. Liam however hung to the back and donned a grim face.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1] Rae looked around at the group. None of them were going to be happy about this. Sharing hopes, fears, dreams? Despite the total idiocy of the order, all of them were private people. Take Liam for instance. Was he going to have a good cry because people died? Was Siren going to tell them why she acted insane? Was Rae herself going to tell them why she joined in the first place? I think [i]not[/i]! Everyone had things they did not want to tell, were not going to tell. Nobody was going to say anything noteworthy. This was going to be a waste of time.

Rae hung back as Adam showed everyone to their dorm. She stood outside to talk to him. "Why did you put me in on this?"

His face held shock. "What?"

"This mission. I know you must have. There are people more qualified than I am to do this..."

"Rae, I am your foster parent. I didn't put you in for this mission. I tried to stop them from choosing you.They chose you for your memory. You know that."

"When they say 'secrets', what do they mean?"

"Everything. Even how you got those scars on your wrist. Even the fact that your grandfather was a f****d up b*****d who liked to make you bleed. Everything, Rae."

"No."

"Rae..."

"I said no, Adam."

Rae turned, and saw Liam standing there. [/color][/size]

[liamc2]

Liam was silent for a while.

?Hmm, I see it pays to lag behind once in a while.? Rae was still shocked, and about to speak, but Liam raised a hand. ?No, don?t talk. I believe we all should have our own scars to bear. Some more prominent than others I believe? He glanced at the scars on Rae?s wrist, who quickly put a hand over them.

Adam edged out of the room and into the corridor. Liam began to speak again,

?Couldn?t help but overhear.? the look of discomfort intensified on Rae?s face. ?Wait. I?m not going to say a word to any one about anything I heard. Like I said before, we all need and have our own scars to bear. I for one am not willing to bear my burden, but I?m willing to take yours if you need it. Okay? Good. Now if you?ll excuse me, I?m going to raid the common room fridge...?

Rae motioned for him to stop, and he turned to face her.

?Yes??

Rae waved him away, ?No...never mind.?

Liam smiled and nodded, first sincere smile in a long time, as a matter of fact, first time he?d smiled since his sister left with black ops to Cambodia...

Rae turned and left, walking up to her dorm room, Liam turned and walked into the opposite direction, heading to the noise coming from the common room.

[Yoda]

[I]Craig trotted quietly behind the main group, Rei, Adam and Ryan were behind him still, but he was content to stay and listen to this group. He knew that his presence was more or less un-noticed, he could walk down another corridor and no-one would notice for a good while. He liked this air of privacy that he had acquired, that he had earned through years of being a loner. Now the commander had given him orders to reveal his stories to everyone. That was the one advantage that he had always had. Craig never said a thing, never showed emotion, and his file was much thinner than the others', not because of lack of field experience, but because even the top knew very little about his personal life. He now wondered where the hell the ones in the front were leading him, because only Adam knew where the dorms were. He looked behind, and saw that Adam was coming in the same direction. Letting out a slight shrug, Craig turned back around, only to be greeted by Siren's psychotic stare. Craig's face remained blank, but Siren cocked one eyebrow slightly and grinned. She obviously found his need for secrecy quite amusing.[/I]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae watched as Liam walked away. Despite being trigger-happy, he was all right. She'd trust him. For now at least. He wouldn't say anything. She knew that much. All of them were trustworthy. At least, they seemed to be.

There was one person she didn't trust though. Not because he wasn't trustworthy, but because he was able to find out too much. Craig. Despite being too nosy be far, he was another intelligence officer. A rival, or atleast she saw him as one.

So, Rae mused her mind playing over the scene that had occured just before. Liam knew about her grandfather. Amazing. Nobody else knew. Adam had, respecting her privacy, kept it out of the database files. Even Rae's parents had never known. Matt had. Adam did. Nobody else did. Liam knew. Apathy slipped away, and panic set in. Liam [i]knew[/i].

~~~

The old man, almost 78, smiled at the ten year old sitting on the couch next to him. The girl tried to scramble away. She knew what was coming.

Rae's grandfather drew out a knife. It was an ugly thing. An old blade, bordering on rusty. It was wickedly sharp. Rae tried to twist away again, but even at 78, he was still too strong for her.

He pushed the blade into her skin, and roughly drew it up. Rae screamed...

~~~

Rae jolted out of her thoughts. When Adam found out, he had tried to make her go to counselling. She'd refused. Like Liam said, everyone had their own scars to bear. She looked at her wrist. Some were more prominent than others. [/color][/size]

[liamc2]

Liam drummed his fingers on the bench in the kitchen, dressed in his civvies and holding a can of 7up. The other agents gave him odd looks, surprise was unsuccessfully masked, Liam ignored them. Hardened and damaged people don?t always wear black, he, for one, preferred white cargos and a bright orange Quiksilver T. Who cares what they think? It?ll just be another twist they?ll never get their heads around. Liam sighed and wandered over to the television, turning it on with the flick of the remote. The same film clip was on every channel, well, every channel except for the ABC*...which was showing it?s usual array of children?s programming. He sighed and turned it off. So many mistakes, so little time to pick over them.

Liam continued through the corridor and up to his dorm room, leaving the door open as he entered, he liked it that way, stopped the room from getting stuffy when he slept, besides, it let sound travel freely. He collapsed onto his bed; taking of his shoulder holster, Desert Eagle, and placing them on the bedside table before turning off the lights. He lay on top of the covers with his eyes open, listening to the movement going on below, the snippets of conversation wafting up the staircase and through his open door. Seclusion, it was what he ordered, what he always seemed to order. He was never much of a ?people? person, his sister was the popular one, taking the spotlight while he kept tabs on her. It was what he did, he preferred to avoid openness, funny really. One could say he lived up to his name, Gaelic for ?Eternal Guardian.?
It?s what he was to be, what he wanted to be, what he preferred to be. Eternally. He sighed and rolled over onto his side, facing the Desert Eagle. His eyes caught the engraved initials of ?L.C.? carved into the barrel of the weapon. His sister?s was identical, also bearing her initials, a sort of sibling vow they took out when they entered the academy. The guinea pigs of the program, bets were placed on how long they would last, so far all had been lost as the twins are still going, apart.
Liam rolled back and looked into the ceiling, eyes drooping and he drifted off to sleep.

~~~~

[i]Helicopters...unmarked, flying through the jungle...gunfire...lots of it...a nearby chopper crashes, explosion spraying sparks into the sky. A teenage girl sits in the belly of a Chinook, in her hands a silver gun is borne, bearing the initials of ?J.C.? Fatigue garbed men leap from the helicopter, followed by the girl...the chopper crashes. The girl?s parachute opens, but is ripped by machine gun fire from the attacking helicopter...she falls...faster and faster until she lands with a sickening thud on the hard forest floor. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth and the men from her squad lift her up, carrying her deeper into the safe womb of the jungle.[/i]

~~~~

Liam awoke with a start, cold sweat blossoming on his forehead. He raises a hand to wipe it away, and his palm catches a drop of blood, leaking from the corner of his mouth...

?So real...? he says, opening his room door fully and marching down the steps as though in a daze, eyes only on the blood caught in his palm.

The common room was empty of all life, sounds of conversation though came from one or two rooms. Liam walked up to the kitchen sink and washed the blood off his hand and face. Mind still churning over the dream...the Eagle...the girl...the falling...his sister...Liam slid to his knees, head resting on a kitchen cabinet, silent. Heart crying softly and forlornly...

[tursi]

Niomi once again finds herself alone and lost. Like a little child she runs down the corridor in confusion till she finds something comforting, but finds none. These waves of regressing come from time to time. She finds her slef in a dorm, not her dorm though. She sits there and crys. Lost and tired. She can't remeber anything. She has regressed to the age of 4, and is reliving the night she lost her family.

Niomi: Daddy, where are you?

Niomi Looks over and sees there is someone else in the room and passes out.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Well, I'm just a li'l bit obsessive, aren't I? Oh well...life goes on...
__________
She didn't know what disturbed her. Rae's eyes flashed open. Her hand went automatically to her knife, which, when she was sleeping, she kept under her pillow. Nobody was there. Deciding that her sore throat was probably the cause of things, she slipped out of bed and made her way to the common room for a drink. Liam was there. At first she thought he'd been shot, but then he moved a little bit. Rae retreated. Like he'd said; they all had their own scars to bear.

She moved further away, and heard someone call out. Running quickly, Rae ran to the voice. It was Niomi. Rae walked slowly towards her, running when she realised that Niomi had pased out. She swore softly, then picked dragged Niomi toward the wall, sitting her against it. Making herself confortable, Rae settled in to wait until Niomi woke up. [/color][/size]

[tursi]

Niomi came about, and looked around. She saw that Rae was next to her. She shook her head.

Niomi: How did i get here?

Niomi looked at rae and smiled. Rae looked at her.

Niomi: thanks for finding me. I don't remeber what happened, but i know what goes on.

[Boba Fett]

[COLOR=green]Ryan sat on his bed in his room. He knew that some of the other people in the group had secrets that emotionally affected them, he could tell from their body language.

He seemed to be the only one without a troubled past. Sure his brother had died, but that didn't bother him very much. He hadn't even cried when his parents broke the news to him. It wasn't much of a problem for him.

He pushed those thoughts aside and took a quick shower. Afterwards dressed and went out into the hall. He could hear Rae and Niomi talking, but otherwise the place was quiet.

He wandered towards the building's exit and was almost at the door when a security guard stepped in front of him and told him that he couldn't leave.

Ryan gave the guard an annoyed look and turned to walk away. The guard relaxed, and began to walk away. Ryan whirled around, then kicked the guard in the back on his knees.

The guard fell, and Ryan pressed a pressure point on the back of the man's neck, knocking him out.

Then Ryan walked out the door and towards his car. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to the shooting range...[/COLOR]

[Raquel]

As Ryan exited the building, Siren smirked and stepped out of the shadows...

Siren: It would have been simpler to go out the window...

She nodded to the open window over head... She sighed then yawned and turned away? She went to an elevator and patiently waited for it to get to her floor? Smiling faintly she stepped through the doors and emerged into the room, only the computers softly glowing screens to give any light? A flashlight beam struck the far wall and she tensed? A moment later a guard came into the hall on his rounds? Siren pressed herself against the doorway at the end of the hall? Without looking at her the guard passed? Siren rolled her eyes? The guards here were ignorant? She strode to the panel on the door and looked at it closely? She lifted her hand and entered the pass code quickly? The doors slid noiselessly open? Siren walked into the room and to a computer hidden from the sight of the guards? Siren brought it online with a touch and began to hack into the files? She wasn?t great with computers but she had sufficient hacking knowledge for this particular job?

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae nodded. "Are you all right, then?"

With Niomi's nod of confirmation, Rae stood up and walked with Niomi back to the dorms. Niomi went back to bed. Restless, Rae went for a walk. Looking around, she saw Siren and Ryan talking near the doors, and then watched as Siren moved out of sight. Deciding to follow her, she watched as Siren entered the pass code and moved over to a computor.

The guards didn't even notice. They were funny like that. Rae entered the code herself and silently walked in. "You know," Rae commented, knowing Siren would probably be aware of her by now, "it would probably be easier to use the password. Hacking leaves footprints all over the system if you don't know how to get rid of them..." Rae thought for a minute. "The password for the files here is Gryphon. No capitals. Who are you looking up, by the way?" [/color][/size]

[liamc2]

Liam stopped the car in front of the small beach cottage, turning off the engine and having one last look at the likeness of the old man. He exited the car and strode briskly up to the front door, bringing his black long coat closer around his shoulders at the cold breeze rising from the ocean.
The door echoed the knocks, seemingly amplified a hundred times by the cold, silent, night air. There was sound of a door slamming shut and harsh words being spoken, and then shuffling feet coming to the door. The door creaked open slightly, a beady eye peeked out from the gap behind the chain.

?Whaddya want?? the eye barked. ?It?s six pm, shouldn?t you young?ns be downtown or summat??

Liam smirked, canines showing. ?No, I?m afraid not [i]sir[/i]? the old man shuddered, though not at the frosty breeze. Liam continued, ?I?ve come to talk to you about your grand-daughter Rae.?

The old man snorted, ?What, ya friend of hers or summat??

Liam chuckled and raised his sunglasses, ?Not quite. More of a work mate really.?

The eye was hurriedly withdrawn and the door slammed shut. Liam stepped sideways, not in the least bit miffed. A second later a hole was ripped through the door at head height by two volleys of buckshot. Liam wiped shards of wood off his jacket and waited.
Soon a hand was stretched out through the hole, a hand clutching an ancient revolver. Liam snapped out and grabbed the gun wielding arm with his hand, tightening his grip. The old man stumbled slightly out through the remnants of the door and gazed at Liam.

?Sir,? Liam said in a mocking tone, ?It might be wise to relinquish your grip, otherwise I might be forced to break a few fingers.?
The old man, terrified, stabbed out with his other free arm, clutching a rusty old knife. Liam winced as the blade pierced his arm and shoulder twice. He held strong however and gritted his teeth, squeezing his grip tighter, the old man fell to his knees as all bones in his hand were broken. The revolver fell to the ground and Liam kicked it aside, and then kicked the man back into the house. He was going to have to move fast, police would be here soon, answering calls from the no doubt distressed neighbours, the last thing Liam needed was to be caught in a siege.
The old man shuffled into the corner, weeping pitifully, Liam bent down and plucked up the knife with his punctured arm, he pocketed it and wondered if HQ had tetanus shots in their clinic... His thoughts were broken however when he heard more weeping, softer, childlike. He followed them through the creaking Queenslander and came to a filthy closet. He opened it slowly and found a small, scantily dressed, bleeding child sitting in one corner. Rage boiled inside Liam and he instinctively reached for his Eagle to add a few more orifices to the old man. He sighed. No, he didn?t want to sink to the guys level. Instead he compromised to throwing a large metal bucket at him.
Liam bent down and asked the child?s name. She shook her head, eyes full of fear. Liam sighed and looked round, finding an old blanket and draping it around her naked shoulders. As she moved away and sat on the couch, still sobbing softly, Liam noticed a loose floorboard where she was sitting. Intrigued, he lifted it and saw a few grubby shoeboxes and video tapes.

?What do we have here then...? he muttered to himself.

Liam lifted all five shoeboxes out of their hovel, surprised to see one had Rae?s initials on it. He opened one of the nearest boxes, and suddenly felt sick, but bubbling over with rage. Inside the box were assorted piles of photo?s of small children, mostly naked...some also were of the old man too, with the children...Liam hurriedly closed the lid. Tempted to throw up, instead he stood and marched over to the old man, and kicked him repeatedly in the ribs until he heard something crack. The old man whimpered more.

?You sick, sick bastard? Liam said ?You?re lucky mate I didn?t open that other shoebox with Rae?s initials on it, otherwise you?d find yourself bleeding from several bullet wounds to the head.?

Liam exited the house, carrying the shoebox with Rae?s initials and the video tapes, the other dragging the old man. As he passed the bathroom and one of the bedrooms, he noticed small glass eyes winking at him from the shadows...hidden video cameras...the sick bloody bastard...Liam gave him another kick for good measure and threw him into the boot.

Time for a road trip.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae watched as Siren used the password. It was the right one. Siren turned around. She bowed. "Glad to be of service..." And retreated.

Rae walked to the common room. Liam was gone, as expected. She didn't quite know where...Too bad. She pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew and took a big sip. The number of people walking around tonight was incredible. Well, not os incredible. They got things done at night. Its was surprizing that the head honcho's didn't realise that...

Deciding she couldn't sleep anymore, Rae went to the excersice room. A few good punches would help her sleep... [/color][/size]

[liamc2]

Liam gunned the engine and flew out of the crescent, the sound of far off sirens on his mind. He jabbed the GPS, two blue blinking dots appeared on the map, two streets over and heading the way he came. Liam smiled and took a hard left, no small satisfaction came from hearing a grunt of muffled pain sound from the boot. Well, he hadn?t sunk below the guy?s level in some respects...but in others, he was way below it. And he liked it.

----

[b]12:00 PM[/b]

Liam parked the STI and wandered back into the HQ dead tired, he ignored the questions from the guard and instead waved him off and headed to the dorm. His arm was slowly letting up on the bleeding, he hardly needed to change the bandages on the way back, but the pain was worth it. He slipped off his jacket and chucked it onto the counter when he entered the kitchen, heading towards the sink. He rolled back his once white, now crimson, sleeve and slowly peeled back the bandages, masking his face from one of pain to one of distaste.

Cold refreshing water washed over the wounds, bloody water rushed down the sink. Liam gently prodded the punctures, one by one, nasty scars would be made there, not to mention it felt like the blade had severed a couple of his tendons. No matter, tendons heal over time.

Liam finished wrapping up his arm in new white bandage, heading back upstairs to get changed out of his stained clothes, unfortunately forgetting his long coat, used bandages and the old, now blood spattered, knife in the process.
After changing, Liam dumped the shoebox bearing Rae?s initials and the tapes into his private strongbox, Rae would receive them without a word tomorrow to do what she willed with them. Liam slid back into the bed and flicked on the television cradled in the left corner of the ceiling. Win television boasted it?s late night news program, Liam was sorely tempted to change the channel, until he heard the words ?Harvey Bay being spoken.

A reporter stood in the centre of the screen, a blazing house behind him, a rather familiar blazing house to be exact. Liam smiled smugly, its amazing how useful a lighter can be when it?s involved with a gas main. By the time the firemen managed to put that out, all they?d get would be a set of scorched dentures and a melted bottle of alcohol. The perfect set up. Or would it be?
The reporter turned and talked to a pyjama clad family, flanking the little girl that he?d found in the closet. It seemed that she lived across the street from the dirty bastard, and had gone missing a week ago. The reporter bent down onto one knee and put the microphone in front of the eleven year old.

?Yes, what?s that Lauren?? he said, ?You have something to say??
Liam blanched, what if she mentioned him? He did not need any more exposure, god, sometimes plans screw up so much that you just want to scream bloody murd-
Liam stopped his mental berating when the girl spoke, uttering only two words, ?Thankyou.?
The reporter looked baffled, and so did the parents, ?Thankyou to who sweetie?? they said. The girl didn?t reply and merely shook her head. Liam?s heart resumed it?s normal beating rate and he turned of the set.
He lay there for a while, listening for noises in the dorm, silence. It seemed all had gone to bed...but there were sounds of someone typing, or typing very badly...or trying to type and failing miserably...He sighed. Not now. He needed to sleep...he?d tell Rae next time he saw her, possibly in the morning...unfortunately for his resting cycle it?d be sooner than he thought...

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae walked out of the gym, feeling a lot better now. Deciding to get a drink before going to bed, she made her way over to the kitchen. She stopped dead when she saw a coat pooled on the floor. Walking cautiosly closer, she saw blood seeped bandages, and a knife. [i]The[/i] knife. It was rusty know, and covered in blood. What was going on?

In terror at the prospect of her grandfather being here, Rae stooped and retrieved it holding it gingerly. Realising she was about to hyperventilate, Rae calmed herself. Her grandfather could [i]not[/i] get in here...her eyes flickered back to the coat and bandages...wait a minute...that was [i]Liam's[/i] coat! She'd be willing to bet that it was Liams bandages, too.

[b][i]Liam![/b][/i]

Rae stormed up to Liams dorm, not caring that the guards were gaping at her. He was sleeping. With all the force her fear gave her, she slapped him. His eyes flickered open.

"[i]What[/i]," she asked, "the F**K are you doing with my grandfather's knife?" [/color][/size]

[liamc2]

Liam snatched her hand on the second swing, eyes still drooping. He yawned and sat up, pushing her off the top of him.

?You know, alarms have been invented for that very reason.?

Rae?s face still harboured anger, but her features had softened slightly. She waved the knife under his nose. Liam blinked at the knife, then back at her, then back at the knife. He yawned again.

?Yeah, it?s a knife, that?s great.? he rolled over to sleep again, and then twigged. ?Ah. That knife.?

Rae nodded, asking again what he was doing with it, after smacking him with it a few more times before he snatched it away from her. He yawned once more and began to recount the tale of where he?d been up until where he went to bed and [i]tried[/i] to get some sleep.

?So what did you did to my grandfather?? she asked quietly. Liam smirked, wickedly, and drew a breath before speaking, ?Well as you most probably know, I have a few friends from ASIO in high places,? Rae nodded, this much was true. ?Anyhow, I thought killing the bastard would just be, well, wrong. So I took one step better. After rigging up the *cough* gas main,[size=1]setfiretohishouseandnowitsjustateenytinypileofblackenedash[/size]?

Rae shook her head, ?What??

?Nothing, nothing...anyhow, back on track. I took the bastard down to the wharf after ringing up this friend of mine. I claimed he was a traitor to the state, handed over some shoeboxes full of that dirty smut to the guy, he gave the nod, and now your grandfather is on an undisclosed island hole filled with daily gasoline baths, malaria and hard labour. Personally I think the revenge was rather delicious...?

Rae was silent. Actually she was totally stunned, and remained perfectly still for quite a while. Liam checked his nails while waiting for her to snap out of it.
When she had regained her composure, Liam got out of bed and opened the safe hidden inside his closet. Rae couldn?t help but notice the bundles of cash hidden inside it, she heard some agents made more money than they knew what to do with it, but this was ridiculous! Liam noticed her new startled gaze, and ow it was fixed on the cash. He laughed and said,

?Its not Australian see?? he flicked some notes under her face, ?All of the stuff in the safe is worth about fifty bucks, the currency is from godforsaken hole of a country I had to visit, and I?ve still got this rubbish four years later.?

Rae did the math. If he?s sixteen now, that meant he was only twelve when he went on that mission. She shook her head, way too many confusing things rushing around in her head now...When she looked up again, Liam had in his hands a pile of tapes and the shoebox with her initials on it. Rae could guess what was in it,

?You, you didn?t open it did you??

Liam shook his head, ?No, I had the strong impression that it would be inappropriate to investigate the contents of the box.? He pressed the items into her arms when she tried to avoid taking them. ?Take the stupid things, burn them, whatever. Just get over this boundary or it?ll be riding on your back for the rest of your life.? Liam fished the knife from his pocket, ?Don?t forget this.?

Rae took the knife, feeling it?s cold weight in her palm. A spark in her memory reminded her of the blood soaked bandages. She paused and gazed at his bandaged arm. Liam looked at her, at his arm and at the knife, trying to formulate words to make a reply. A major relapse for him, first, allowing himself to be taken by surprise, asleep none the less, and now without an impassive face and impressive vocabulary. He sighed.

?You left out the bit where he stabbed you in the arm. I had the feeling you couldn?t have subdued him just by knocking on his door.?

Liam said nothing, face deadpan. ?Yeah, four times in the arm, severed a few tendons, had to get a few tetanus shots as well, but I?ve had worse. Like a whole magazine to the chest at point blank range, Kevlar vests don?t stop the force you know, six broken ribs.? Liam was silent again, on top of all things he had had a proper conversation, now he was really falling to bits...

Rae chuckled and stood, taking the tapes and shoebox with her, pausing only at the door to say goodnight. Liam replied with sarcastic indignation, ?Next time wait until I?ve had my beauty sleep!? and laughed as she walked down the stairs.

[i]?Well that just threw my file on him out the window?[/i] she though as she walked down to the kitchen.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae walked carefully to the kitchen, still in a state of stunned shock. [i]She had the shoebox[/i]. Taking a left, she followed the corridor to her dorms, flicked on the light, and opened it.

There were pictures. Disgusting ones that made her feel violated all over again. Rolls of surveilence tape. Pictures of her wounds. The freshly made lines on her wrists, a picture of the one blow to her face. He was right. She needed to destroy it. Deciding to do a thorough job of it, Rae pulled out her lighter and burnt every photo, one by one. That done, she burnt the damned box too. And finally, Rae walked over to the oven in the kitchen. It was an old style; the type with wood used to heat it up, and was strangely sentimental in such a cold place as this. Then she threw the ashes in there, too.

All that was left was the knife. It had caused a lot of good people pain. Maybe it should cause some bad people pain, too. Wondering about the best way to get rid of rust, she slipped it into her pocket. She'd find out later.

Padding out to her car, Rae pulled out a thick box of her own. She heaved it back to her room, nodding to the guards as she went. Walking as fast as she could to her room, Rae dropped the box on the bed. Flipping through the many manilla files, she finally found the one she was looking for, labelled, "Liam Cameron"

[i][b]Name:[/b]Liam Cameron...[b]Siblings, Birthdate...[/b][/i] Rae scanned down the page until she found what she was looking for, occasionally making corrections. There. [b][i]Personality[/i][/b]Crossing out the [font=arial]"trigger-happy son of a b***h",[/font] she thought for a moment, and instead wrote, [font=arial]"reserved, scarred(reason currently unknown), disciplined(to an extent), can be compassionate, impulsive, self-reliant, trigger-happy..."[/font]

She pushed the peices of paper back into the file, slipping the manilla folder into its rightful place, between "Calston, Prue, and "Collingwood, Jerad." Yawning now, Rae placed the lid on the plastic box, and pushed it underneath her bed, figuring it'd be safe there until morning. She chuckled softly as she remembered Liam's last remark. "Beauty sleep indeed. If I needed beauty sleep, I'd be a hag by now..." And drifted off into rest. [/color][/size]

[Andrew]

Sorry I'm late, is it ok if I just join in from here?
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[I]A loud banging noise, accompanied by louder music rang out through the Gym. Andrew stood in front of his fourth punch-bag (He had already totally destroyed three others) beating hell out of it while listening to ?Metallica?s? ?The Four Horsemen?. He had a thought in his mind that everyone would probably be woken by this but Andrew didn?t care, he was happy pounding on the bag. His movements were fluent and accurate, just as he wanted. A quick jab left, then a swing right, then a quick left, left, right jab combo. To finish Andrew jumped up and delivered a massive roundhouse kick from his right foot into the bag. The bag fell to pieces before Andrew landing back on his feet. Andrew picked up his holster and gun and strapped it on before he left.[/I]

[I]After that long workout Andrew felt quite hungry, [B]Time for a midnight snack[/B] He thought. His music still blaring in the background, Andrew entered the Kitchen. He saw a black jacket covered with blood but disregarded it because whoever?s it was would be able to take care of themselves, especially if they were in this building. He remembered the video he had seen. None of them had noticed him in the back corner, he was too silent, just the way he liked it. That video was very disturbing, most of the others looked quite sick after it, Andrew covered all feelings up, as usual. He found that him and Craig were somehow the same, yet Andrew knew nothing about Craig, and vice versa. Something which the higher-ups didn?t like about either of them.[/I]

[I]Andrew pulled open the fridge door, he pulled out some butter, cheese and a can of some sorts, he didn?t take the time to read the label. He just opened it and started drinking it. Andrew pulled out some bread and was about to put his food down on the counter to prepare it when he noticed the large blood stains. For the first time in a long while Andrew?s voice was heard.[/I]

[B]Andrew:[/B] God Dammit! Of all the places to bleed! I?m trying to make a sandwich here!

[I]He moved along to a clean place on the counter, dropping down his items. He buttered some bread and plastered them with cheese. His sandwich was completed! Almost instantly he started taking huge bites out of it. He was finished in minutes, after which he left the kitchen to see if he could find anything to do, as he had no intentions of going to sleep?like he could anyway! He started roaming the corridors.[/I]

[tursi]

Niomi laid there, Staring at the ceiling fan overhead. She can't fall asleep, her face was tingleing and her belly was empty. She sighed.

Niomi: falling asleep hungry is a hard thing to do, But my legs are still shakey from earlier on.

Niomi turned on the lamp and sat up in her bed. She smiles knowing she owes Rae one, or two. She gets up from her bed, and puts on a red turtle neck, and a pair of flares, she won't fall asleep now. She got up and heard andrew coming back from the kitchen, eating something that smelt great. Once he passed, she snuck out of her room. Hopeful Rae won't find her, she probably thinks i'm still weak from passing out. She walks quickly to the kitchen, oblivious to anything but food. She grabs a pepsi and a can of spegetii-o's. She opens then can, puts it in a bowl and microwaves it for about two minutes.

Niomi: MMmmmmmm....Food.

She gets out her spoon and starts eating her dinner/breakfast. Gets out her portable C.D. player and puts on Five Iorn Frenze. She turns it down so it won't seep through the earphones.

[Boba Fett]

[COLOR=green]Ryan drove up to the HQ early the next morning, tired but happy.

He had spent six hours at the shooting range, sending bullet after bullet into the black middle of the cheap paper targets. He wondered how the owner would react to the small mountain of shell cases inside the small shooting stall he had used. Probably the same way he had looked when Ryan had showed up at the front desk to collect on the offer that had been posted out front "One hundred bull's eyes in a row wins a years pass!"

Afterwards he had driven across town to his favorite restaurant and had a quick meal.

As he walked in the door of the HQ he could tell that things had changed since he had left. As he walked past Liam's room on the way to his he had noticed a small stain on the floor that looked like it had been cleaned unsuccessfully. It looked to him like blood. It was nothing to worry about, but it was still interesting.

Ryan closed the door to his room behind him and collapsed on his bed, falling into a dreamless sleep?[/COLOR]

[tursi]

Niomi watched as more people passed by the kitchen. She finishes her spegetii-o's, and walks down the hall. She walks out of the dorm building and towards the collage. She sees that mostof the others have come back. She notice careless blood drops and facinatedly wipes them up from the ground with a hankerchife. She puts it in her pocket for studying, just for fun. Nimoi walks into the science building and goes into a lab and put the drops that haven't saoked up into a petridish and under i micro scope.

Nimoi: fun with scince.

Niomi saw nothing wrong with it and burned the hankerchife to distroy all evadence of that being there and took the patridish with her for a morning stroll around the school.

[Yoda]

[I]Craig finally got out of his bed, he hadn't slept, as such, he had learned to put himself into a state or dormancy in which his ears became very sensitive, but his eyes glazed over, and he appeared to be daydreaming deeply. As such, he had heard every word uttered between Liam and Rae, especially since he slept next door to Liam, and they had left their door open. He wasn't going to say anything to either of them. It wasn't his business, and just because he knew, he felt that he didn't have to do anything about it. He pulled on his T-shirt, and strapped on his holster that contained his Magnum Revolver .44. The gun was roughly the size of his lower arm (from the base of the fingers to the elbow.)The silver chamber always remained perfectly poloshed, its what he did to pass the time normally. He stepped out of the room, no one seemed to be up yet. He strolled into the lounge, and sat on the seat in the corner. Suddenly he realised that someone was already up, he could hear music. He followed the music, and it took him to the gym, the crumby remains of a cheese sandwich lying at the door. He recognised the music to be Metallica, and normally he wouldn't have minded, but Craig felt pissed off for some reason, maybe it had something to do with Rae's story. Craig turned the knob on the door, it was locked.

Craig stepped back, and threw his size 10 boot into the door. The lock snapped, and the doors flung outwards. Craig's eyes quickly scanned thr room for the source of themusic, and he saw the CD player. Like lightning his hand drew out his .44, and effortlessely, he lifted the large pistol up, and with a single shot, a bulet ripped through the middle of the player. The boy, who Craig didn't recognize, immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to Craig, but Craig had already left. Craig strolled bacl to the lounge, and tooook his seat again, holstering his gun, waiting patiently for the days events to start.[/I]

[Raquel]

Siren yawned as her stomach demanded tribute... She had been slightly miffed at Rae's intervention with the password... She had used it anyways and covered her trail with less than the usual difficulty... She yawned again and stood heading for the common room... She had done her research and still found nothing... She figured the data had been erased... What a waste of three years... She strolled happily to the fridge... Maybe she'd do something else with her nights... Like ransacking the store rooms without leaving a trace... She smirked... They could search until they were blue in the face and they still wouldn?t know it was her... If there was one thing she took pride in it was her skills... She smiled dryly... Maybe she'd plant something of Liam's inside... Might be fun to see him go psycho over it... She snagged an red bull energy drink and downed it in one go... She turned and surveyed the room... Craig was in the lounge, either oblivious to her presence or ignoring her... She sighed... No one to harass... She wanted to poke fun at someone ill tempered today... She was tempted to see if Liam would attempt to fill her with lead if she teased him... She sighed and found a bagel...