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No one knows were to find the Assassins Guild.

This was a fact that Mal had learned the hard way, after weeks of combing through leads, rumors, and myths. Oh, it was possible to get in contact with them. The guild wouldn't make any money if no one could find them to purchase their services. But most of these points of contact were dead drops; someone leaves a message, the guild gets it and sends terms, and the employer leaves the payment. Following the messengers had proved fruitless. It was a massive web of proxies and cutouts that thwarted even the most dedicated attempts at surveillance. 

So eventually he came up with another plan. If they couldn't find the Guild before they struck, they might be able to find them afterwards. Using Aphelion's own network of proxies, the group had arranged for a hit on a prominent military official. Major General Bozidar Turkovic was the man in charge of Fort Echo, one of ninety such installations throughout the city. The Forts were going to be targeted eventually, so hiring the guild to assassinate Turkovic was killing two birds with one stone.

Prior to hiring the guild, Mal and a few of his best people had infiltrated the Fort. They were all working in positions that would allow them to keep an eye on the Major. Once the assassins struck, they would be there, and they would tail them. What came after that would depend on what they found.

From his position on a guard tower, Mal made sure he was alone before mentally activating his communication crystal, "Check in time people. Sound off."

@Zashiii @L E V I A T H A N @Laughingmad @dvsn @Malintzin

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The Assassins Guild. Tedimius found it disappointing that Aphelion cannot recruit such questionable individuals to assist her and her peers in such a perilous venture. Not that she cared. She had faith that Aphelion can handle this on their own. 

For now she was successful infiltrating the fort. Posing as one of the fort's servants was simple enough for the former cartel agent. Now that she's in position, she only needed to wait for additional instructions. 

"Check in time people. Sound off."

Finally, Mal made contact. She almost forgot that she's not a servant with all this waiting and acting. As soon as she's made sure that there's no one following her and no other person within her vicinity, she responded to Mal. "I'm in position. Ready when you are."

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In... position.” A sigh of relief followed his words as he hoisted an incapacitated worker stationed to the power room over his shoulder and shut the door behind him. With Hair bundled and a mask — one of a handful borne to him with APHELION’s ‘masking’ technology — donned, Adaanai kept it cool and concealed while moving through the fort.

In the guise of a patrolman, he had made his way all the way to power room, where he found the man Who was now in his grip.  The Conduit set the now-captive worker in a seat and removed his gloves. Espionage and means of subterfuge were not unfamiliar, even in the mountains claimed by the Huluin folk. One has to be cunning and resourceful to survive, after all. A ripe mind would agree that not every foe can or should be met with brute force. 
 

Adaanai  ran his hands along the layout of connections within the room as he followed to what he could determine to be the Control point for the most direct grid moving throughout the fort. 

“Lights out on your call.” He muttered, still feeling out the area and keeping an ear for any would-be interruptions. 

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"I am in position." Elekteri's synthesized robotic voice came through the crystal, accompanied by the faint buzz of electricity. It proved easy for the rogue android to move about the fort in the guise of a guard droid. He had made his way quickly to a security room and used his electrical generator to subdue the guard by sending a current through his brain while he was focused on the cameras, and tying him down to the chair.

This was certainly not where a defective runaway bot would typically expect to end up; most would be hunted down by their creators and either reprogrammed or scrapped. But not D-313C7R1C, or as he was now known, Elekteri Volttas. As far as his would-be pursuers are aware, Elekteri was taken offline after being brought down by Aphelion. His processor, which had malfunctioned during the initial test run of his generator and caused him to go haywire, was repaired and properly insulated to prevent another incident, and he was given his alias and a few upgrades that allowed finer control over the channeling of electricity through his body.

The cameras provided a good view of most of the fort, inside and out, and Elekteri could easily silence any patrolmen that may intrude. "I will watch for trouble and await your signal."

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 There was a soft click over the intercom. Mostly static then another click. Soft static before the voice came through low and sweet, sickly like honey. 

“Ready to roll.” Was all that could barely be heard. 

  It took a lot of Work to get Pavel anywhere. He was a huge being, when comparator to the average specimen, not so much when put up against the peers of his homeland.  He felt out of place standing next to the front door of the headquarters at Fort Echo. Of course no one questions the 7ft giant standing guard all geared up and looking ready to take on a small combat unit. 
 

  Pavel didn’t sweat under the heavy gear and the fact his skin couldn’t breath. He was use to lugging around his heavy flamethrower. Of course, no one was allowed to be “purified” today. 
 

  Usually you wouldn’t pick a big man to a stealthy type. Which semi solidified his position here. Officially he was one of the closet, relatively, ti the Major himself.  He’d either have to help funnel, Catch, or run down the assassins once this all went down. This was also one of the few spots that would give him safety, as any assassin would find an alternative route or use a disguise. And killing the front door man, would ruin both of those potential routes for them. 
 

  You would think the large man would be noisy boisterous or proud of himself. But surprisingly no. Quite and shy, it gave a deceptive picture. Who would think a towering beast, could keep up once you stripped him of his dangerous weapon?


(Sorry this response is so bad.)

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"Heads on a swivel people," Mal replied, "It shouldn't be long now."

Another hour passed without event; each of the operatives blending in with their assumed roles. Just as the clock struck noon, Mal spotted something approaching the entrance of the fort. Pulling out his binoculars, he saw a lone transport rumbling down the road. Something about the driver triggered his instincts. While he couldn't be sure, he had made a career out of trusting his gut. 

"We might be live people. Teddy, make your way to the gate and get ready to tail the person who comes in. Volttas, you do the same with the cameras. Pavel, make sure she gets in without any trouble. Adaanai, stand by."


The assassin's guild rarely turned down an assignment.

That said, some targets would obviously cost more than others. A target like a Major in the Joran City Military would require a considerable amount of money, especially since it might strain their working relationship with the government. But the client had provided the money, and so she had been dispatched. Her first move had been to find an off duty soldier, subdue him, and borrow his uniform and transport. Now she was approaching the gate, forged I.D. at the ready.

When the especially large guard came to her window she flashed her I.D. and waited to be let in.

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Pavel carries out his duty easily. He checked over the ID and made it seem like he was checking it. 

“Hey where’s Marvin? Is he doing alright? His shift today. Hope they didn’t load you with to much work.” He would’ve smilied if he wasn’t wearing the heavy mask. And stepped into the booth raised the gate arm and waves me through. 

 

“Cya soon. Make sure you go to loading bay 7 that’s where the boss wants all of this stuff.” 
 

Pavle made it all seem natural he probably could’ve put them at ease if they weren’t careful.  All he had to do now was make sure they got away when the time came and that of course they planted a tracking tag on her if he could.

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"We might be live people. Teddy, make your way to the gate and get ready to tail the person who comes in. Volttas, you do the same with the cameras. Pavel, make sure she gets in without any trouble. Adaanai, stand by."

The woman nodded in response. Heading for the gate was an easy enough task and soon she found herself on the required location. The trip there was mostly uneventful given her skills in blending with the fort's populace much to her dismay. It had been a while since she was given an infiltration job and this just brings back memories. Not good ones of course.

Pushing the stray thoughts away from her mental faculties, the ex-cartel member trailed after the first person that came in. As to what the person is..... @danzilla3

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The Assassin smiled amicably at the large guardsman before driving her vehicle through the gate. As she navigated through the fort to her designated position, there were a few times she thought she could feel the eyes of a tail on her. But every time she looked, she saw nothing. Dismissing the feeling as nothing more than standard nervousness, she parked the car in bay 7 and proceeded to the building where the Major's office was located. From there she made her way to the waiting room outside his office, and signed in with the man's secretary as his noon appointment. 

The woman behind the desk eyed her suspiciously, but waved her on through. She walked through the solid wood doors, and was greeted by the sight of Major General Bozidar Turkovic. He was approaching his sixties, but had still maintained the rigorous physical discipline of his days as an enlisted man. Mostly gray hair bore the standard military cut, and his piercing blue eyes roamed over her the Assassin as she entered. Once he was done, he stood up and walked over to her.

"Your uniform looks almost real," he muttered, "I appreciate your commitment to authenticity."

A small smile graced her features, "My agency is committed to the 100% satisfaction of our clients."

"So I've heard..."

Without pretense, he pulled her head back and smashed their lips together with bruising force. She didn't resist. Until the moment was opportune she would keep playing along under this guise. Idly, she recalled that the actual prostitute had seemed almost ecstatic when she called, posing as Turkovic's secretary, to cancel their appointment. The Major had a reputation for being rough with his women, which she was currently experiencing firsthand. 

After a few minutes, Turkovic broke away, breathless. Desire smoldering in his eyes, he walked over to the stand where he kept his liquor, and began to pour drinks.


"Ugh," Mal groaned into his mic, "I almost feel sorry for her."

He watched the events unfolding in the room on a small handheld device. Under the pretense of finding a gas leak, he and Adaanai had planted several discreet cameras inside Turkovic's office. Through those hidden eyes, he could see the Assassin waiting for her chance to strike. She would get it very soon.

"Teddy, get to the end of the evac route; I want you ready to follow her the moment she hits the outside should she go that route. Elektreri, get the cameras we put up in the tunnel booted up. I don't want to lose her for even a second. Pavel, put a tracking device on the car in case she leaves that way. Make it discreet. Adaanai, stand by to kill the power..."

As soon as the Major had turned away from the Assassin to fetch drinks, Mal saw their moment.

"Now."

@L E V I A T H A N @ODSTDRAGON @Zashiii @Laughingmad

Edited by danzilla3

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"Teddy, get to the end of the evac route; I want you ready to follow her the moment she hits the outside should she go that route. Elektreri, get the cameras we put up in the tunnel booted up. I don't want to lose her for even a second. Pavel, put a tracking device on the car in case she leaves that way. Make it discreet. Adaanai, stand by to kill the power..."

She was already moving as soon as she heard the commands. It seems that great minds do think alike. Tedimius may have deduced this path as the most efficiebt course of action and so too dif Mal. It did not take long for her to reach the end of the evac route. Her fouces may have been trained at the Assassin but her facial and body expressions did not betray her hidden intentions. Now she only needed to wait for the signal.

 

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Adaanai kept on standby for some time, meditating alongside the whir of the power room. He took in generated electricity from the systems, siphoning gently enough to keep from flickering the power. I’m his time of physical connection, the electricity built a map of the circuit in his head. A sort of synesthesia, if you will, came along with the processing his brain attempted when tapping into connections.  Electroreception took place, exposing all within the fort to him. He could practically envision each entity with crude clarity. On a whim, he would be able to interrupt  the power and redirect it within himself for future use. It would prepare him for giving chase, should it happen. Enhancements all over would take place with the power held in to be the fuel. Alternatively, he could rend the fort of its power supply and destroy the source of distribution, effectively leaving the building locked down. Unless, of course, you could find a way through a wall or armored window. 
 

For now, he did nothing but wait. 

 

“Ready when you are.” 
 


ooc : @danzilla3 you have permission to puppet Adaanai to kill the power temporarily( or permanently if you find it necessary) for the sake of keeping a smooth rhythm and story piece 😎

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Pavel had gotten his orders. Softly stepping away from his post he walked towards the very same vehicle bay he’d told the assassin to go to. Slowly deliberately, but also in a way where a few people could see. So as to not arise suspicion.

 

  Of course, there were crews all over the bay moving and coordinating and loading things sending them this way and that way. He grabbed a smallish box and walked towards the assassin’s vehicle. No guarantees she’s even take this one back. Other than it would be the easiest to slip away, but what if it went and someone found out?

 

 Didn’t matter he pulled out a tracking crystal and slapped it to the bottom of the truck inside  the mechanical bits. Before somehow slipping away like a fleeting memory 

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"Cameras will be operational momentarily." With a press of a button on the console, the cameras activated, and their feeds flashed on screen all at once. Nary a blind spot could be found anywhere in the tunnel now. "Cameras are functioning." Nothing and no-one would get past Elekteri's well-honed optics unnoticed. At that point, it was just a matter of watching and waiting for the right moment to move.

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As soon as the power was out, the Assassin struck.

Silently, she closed the distance between her and Turkovic, producing a long, slender blade from her sleeve as she moved. The Major turned around just as she got within striking distance, and she slashed his throat open before he could make a sound. Blood poured from the wound, and the mans hands flew to his neck on panicked instinct. The Assassin continued her assault, shoving him into the wall and thrusting the blade into his torso over and over again. Organs and arteries were sliced and shredded as she kept up the fierce onslaught. 

By the time the backup generators brought the lights up, Turkovic's eyes were glassy, and his face pale. He slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor. The Assassin stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then she got back to work.

Striding into the Major's private bathroom, she grabbed the sink faucet and twisted it one-hundred and eighty degrees. There was a mechanical click, and the sink slid back into the wall to reveal a narrow space with a hatch in the floor. The Assassin opened the hatch, and began to descend the ladder concealed within. She knew that once the hatch was closed, the sink would slide back into place. As far as she was aware, only the Major knew of the emergency exit.

At the end of the ladder, she found herself in an old escape tunnel. It took her about twenty minutes to reach the end, which let off into a drainage ditch. Here she changed into a stash of clothes she had placed earlier, and set the stolen uniform to burn. Now she began to make her way into the city.


"Looks like she went for the tunnel," Mal observed, watching her on his handheld, "Stay on her Teddy. Everyone else, clean up after yourselves and meet at the rally point outside the base." 

Cleaning up meant erasing any evidence that the operatives had ever been there. Once they had done that, they would all meet at the rally point, an old cargo van that had been stashed outside the base. Mal would be waiting in the drivers seat for the others. 

@L E V I A T H A N @ODSTDRAGON @Zashiii @Laughingmad

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The power might have been gone and visibility has been reduced to zero but the woman once known as the Black Tedi was unfazed. Tedimius eyes easily adjusted to darkness, a feat everyone in the cartel should have. Seeing the world in a darker light might have taken most people aback but not Teddy. She simply accepted it as what she had done all this time. So too did she accept the mission thrust upon her. 

Trailing the Assassin was no simple matter but she was fortunate. The hired killer was focused on doing her job which give Teddy more breathing room to work on her own task. Even as the assassin assassinated its target, Teddy simply stood back and watched. She waited patiently for the other person to finish their task and then she was back on tracking this killer's every step.

Into the hatch, down the ladder and through the tunnel until the path opened into the city. Teddy did not lose her mark. Not this time. Never again.

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