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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 8:28 pm
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"Probably linked." Eva corrected lightly. She wasn't willing to say they were definitely linked until there was some hard evidence. Agent Malvyr continued to explain that his intel had been bad and Eva found herself in a bit of an awkward position. She exhaled in the way people often did when they were about to do something they didn't want to. "Only a select few in Providence know about the missing agents. The higher ups want to prevent a panic and don't want those committing these crimes to know we are after them. I'm sure you can understand that everything I've told you is completely confidential." The politics involved was one of her least favourite parts of the job, and it had only gotten worse since the war. Agent Malvyr's very presence here was a testament to that fact. She didn't like covering it up. Agents should be warned to protect themselves. But she couldn't argue it wouldn't cause a panic and it wasn't Eva's call to make anyway. She raised an eyebrow at the agent as he suggested that he didn't want anyone innocent hurt, he just wanted Deviants monitored more closely. 'And Hitler just wanted to monitor the Jews in the early days.' She thought to herself. Most Deviants had a hard enough time without being marked in some form or another. However, she decided it was better to just push on with the investigation rather than engaging in an ideological argument with the guy. Whatever his excuses, Eva still didn't trust him.
Luckily, or maybe just sensing Eva's displeasure, James cut into the conversation with the fruits of his search. His grin was infectious and Eva found herself smiling as he announced: "But wait, there's more-" While Amelie ran the number, she looked through the wallet. "Well, returning it is the goal. It belongs to our missing agent. He must have stashed it under the seat when he was kidnapped." Which made that number all the more important. Would "Cammie" know what happened to the kid, or at least point them in the right direction? Unfortunately, it came back as a burner. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to try a trace." Though Eva was fairly certain it would be less than helpful. Cammie sounded like a code name, coupled with a burner cell she had a feeling whoever was on the other line knew what they were about. "I'll call." Once Amelie had the trace ready to go, Eva punched in the number.
“Hello?” A sultry voice came over the line. For a second she feared the number they had pinned all their hopes on turned out to be a prostitute or a phone sex worker.
Eva took a deep breath before diving in. “I’m calling from Providence. One of our agents was supposed to get into contact with you and we have been out of contact with him.”
“That’s not my problem. I told that kid I wasn’t interested in what he was sellin’. He wanted to try to set up a meeting, and I didn’t go. Told him, and I’m tellin’ you. Not interested. Have a good day now—”
“Wait! What did he want with you?!”
“He works for you and you don’t what he was wanting with me? Look, you all sound like you have some communication issues you need to work out. By--
“We need your help. For all we know, you’re the last person to have seen him—”
“If he’s still alive. Look, the places he was looking to find me weren’t nice places for little boys. He could have stepped on the wrong toes, or someone didn’t like him asking the questions he was asking. Your dude could well be dead.” The voice faded slightly as Cammie started talking to someone else “This is why we have burner phones for work.”
“Look, what would you want to help us with the investigation?” She knew how desperate she sounded, but agents were vanishing, probably dead, maybe worse. She had to get to the bottom of it.
“Providence wants help,” The voice became quieter and Eva knew she was asking someone else in the room. “What do you think? What would I want to help?” She hummed softly before returning to the line. “Why don’t you see what’s in your power to offer me…” Again it faded as Cammie directed another question to someone else. “Suggestions?” A short pause and then an answer. “Meet me at the docks around 6:30. And if I’m not there, it’s because talking turned out to be a bad idea.” The line went dead.
Eva looked at the phone in frustration. "Well, I think I managed to keep her on the line for a solid twenty seconds. They want to meet at the docks at 6:30. With luck maybe the forensic team will have something more for us by then." Until then it seemed like they were at a bit of a stall. "Unless you have anything else Agent Malvyr, I suggest we all get something to eat."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2019 11:37 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 12:13 pm
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February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
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❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞
James listened as Eva explained the situation to Agent Malvyr -- even he hadn't known about the missing agents, until he had seen the vision of someone being taken. Though, James was not exactly Providence, strictly speaking. He remained near them, because of Lexi and Leon, and now Joel and his sister, and he helped when he was needed, but he wasn't quite as involved with them as many of the others were. It was mostly coincidental that he had ended up involved with them at all. However, now they were really the only friends he had, which was why he had opted to follow them across the country. Eva looked through the wallet he handed her and Amelie ran the number, commenting that they should return it to whoever it belonged to. James was about to say something along the lines of, 'We can return it, just as soon as we find him,' but Eva beat him to the punch. He had to stifle a snort, since the situation itself wasn't exactly something to laugh about. James tapped the side of his nose knowingly when she went on to say that their missing young man must have stashed it under the seat. "Smart kid," He said with some praise. Granted, it wasn't much, but it was more than they had before, which had been a big fat nothing.
In the end, as per Amelie's suggestion, Eva decided they could try a trace, and agreed to be the one to call. James stood quietly by while the phone rang. They could only hear Eva's side of the conversation, of course, but the look on her face initially was not promising. She took a deep breath and delved in despite that. The conversation wasn't very long, and Eva was trying desperately to keep whoever Cammie was on the line. There was another pause, before the whole interaction was apparently over, and Eva was addressing them instead. "Well, I think I managed to keep her on the line for a solid twenty seconds. They want to meet at the docks at 6:30. With luck maybe the forensic team will have something more for us by then." James frowned. Though he had gotten himself into far worse situations before -- particularly involving a deviant with mind control abilities and a gun in Sacramento -- he was always wary of meeting with unknown persons on their terms. Unfortunately it was all too frequently part of the job. "I guess now, we wait," He said with a sigh. "Unless you have anything else Agent Malvyr, I suggest we all get something to eat," James nodded in agreement. "Great, I'm starved -- what's good around here?" He probably sounded a bit too cheerful, all things considered, but there was no point in sitting around dwelling on things that were out of their control.
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 7:48 pm
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Amélie "Wyven" Oxton
Location: NYC, Eva's location - Mood: Serious - Gear: Sigma Team Armor and stun gun
She had zoned for a moment, just a moment, as she was trying make a spark. Amélie wasn’t thrilled about the other agent, and that was an easy read, so when her flame wouldn’t spark it was easy to tell she was frustrated. Though with thoughts on no powers, the case, Eva's safety, food had been the last thing on her mind. She looked around for a street sign, trying to get a better heading of what all could be near her. "Mmmm I could go for a slice or a whole pie. I hadn’t eaten since I got my orders and I doubt you guys want a spicy protein bar." She did look at the Agent however, his mentions of possibly different leads and sources. "Hey Ness, how would possibly have anything if you literally got the case. In this race your pony might not have some giddy up." The Ness comment might have gone to the agents head as Elliot Ness was the one who brought down Al Capone back in the old days. Stomach rumbling she would look between James and Eva, thanking God no one could see her face under the helmet as she was embarrassed by the sheer volume. "Where do you guys want to go?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 8:20 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 6:26 pm
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Anna grinned. “Well, I mean, I’m your boss, and your hot date-shouldn’t you want to let me win?” She teased…Oh, he’d know better. She’d hate for him to let her win. Even when she was younger, shadowing her mother and father, she hated for someone to let her win, she wanted to earn it. Otherwise, how would she know she was good or not? But he didn’t seem inclined to cave to what she’d had in mind for a pleasant day in…
She had let him plan their date, so she had to let him lead the way…And just hope it ended in a comfy bed with a plush top, and thick comforters to curl up under. It had taken ten years to get back into bed with him, and she wasn’t so inclined to let him back out of it after one morning.
Anna was pretty out of her depth with this date-thing, but she had the feeling normal dates weren’t spent at a gun range…Then again, normal was overrated. She let her lips purse in a playful pout before she ran a finger along his defined jaw. “But if you insist…” She sighed. “But I’d prefer to spend the date with your hands all over me…”
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 10:15 pm
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Did she want to hand over her entire file on the case over to Agent Malvyr? She didn't trust him or the organization he supposedly worked for. Didn't trust him or just didn't like him? All of his comments about Deviants and Providence certainly rubbed her the wrong way, which complicated things in an unexpected matter. Her gut told her not to trust him, but should she listen? Such a decision couldn't be made lightly with such a sensitive and top-secret case. Eva took a deep breath. "Very well Agent Malvyr, give me your e-mail and I'll send you what I have on the case." In the end, Eva would do anything to stop the kidnappings and find the agents so she would take a chance. She only hoped she wasn't making a horrible mistake. They had enough problems fighting the Dominion, they didn't need in-fighting with this new department. Though perhaps it was the better that Malvyr declined to go for supper with them.
After exchanging contact information with the agent and bidding their farewells, Eva started heading back to her car. "Spicy protine bar?" She asked the young pyro. She had never heard of such a thing, but it didn't sound particularly appetizing. "Pie as in Pizza or pie as in pie?" She enquired, not totally sure which Amelie was referring to, but pie for dinner didn't sound like a good idea right before meeting up with 'Cammie'. "I have a feeling it is going to be a long night, so we should definitely go for something hearty. How does everyone feel about a stake house?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2019 9:00 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2019 11:30 am
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Altair Blackwood
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"I have to earn my keep." Al answered with an easy smile. "What kind of off boss and hot-date would keep around a terrible shot?" If only Al knew how much he'd come to regret those words. In his defence, any man would be hard pressed to even hit the target, much less do so with any accuracy, while Anna was determined to be a distraction. And what a distraction she was. The owners of the shooting range were lucky he didn't leave behind a puddle the drool and possibly some other bodily fluids. He had never spent so much time in his life trying to think about naked grandma's. Anna even made that difficult. Of course, he couldn't say anything about it all. In the end, his performance was less than staller, and he enjoyed every second of the battle of wills with Anna, even if she came out the victor.
"I think we have time for one more thing before heading down to the docks." He gave her a sly sort of smirk that might have more than suggested certain bedroom activities. It was more than a little tempting too, but Al wasn't ready the throw in throw in the towel yet. Instead of driving to Al's apartment or Anna's house, or one of the safe houses, Anna would find herself at one of those ice cream shops where you could pick your own toppings. Al being Al picked cotton candy flavoured ice cream with gummy worms and sprinkles. He wasn't done yet though. After Anna got her ice cream and he had paid for both, he motioned for her to follow him through a door in the back. It was the sort of door you might expect to lead to a janitors closet or a storage room, though the guy at the counter didn't say anything as Altair pushed it open. If she followed him she would find a completely different world.
Inside was a mini botanical garden of sorts, closed off to the harsh elements of winter in New York, with a glass ceiling to let the sunlight in. Ice cream seemed like an odd choice for winter, but inside was warm and humid. The perfect weather for a cold treat. There was a waterfall complete with fish swimming around, pots and hanging baskets with plants, flowers and vines and few plastic tables and chairs scattered about for people to sit at. As for Al, well he was grinning like a fool, rather excited to share this little gem with Anna.
February 12th 2012
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2019 4:26 pm
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Anna wasn’t so concerned with playing fair when he was just trying to show off. What did she care he could do at a gun range? She knew when it mattered, she could count on him to have her back, to cover her-in more ways than one- and when it came down to it, he could whatever was coming at her. She didn’t need to see him hit a target at a firing range. She just liked watching him try to keep his cool and impress her while her hand wandered and she leaned against his or that, her hips swaying back and forth while she bent over the partition, as if to relax…
“You can be a stubborn man when you want to be. Anyone ever tell you that, Altair Blackwood?” She brushed her lips against his, but followed him back to the bike, clinging to him-again, careful with her hands given what they were riding. She went with him into the ice cream shop. Anna chose a Shadowy Rocky Road-which was basically Rocky Road with dark chocolate…Topped with whipped cream, and she was enjoying the sweet whipped cream as he showed her into the hidden gem of a back room…
“Alright, not quite how I would have wanted to spend a day off, but this is very nice.” Though, since he seemed to think she’d enjoy something like this, she had a nice little getaway for the two of them in mind to take him sometime. Anna pulled him to a seat near the waterfall…Anna would admit she was a city girl. She liked her asphalt jungle, and the masses of people she could blend into, or disappear into if needed. Oh, she knew the value of some out of the way places to store things, especially things you didn’t want to chance around a heavily populated area, but she preferred her cities and skyscrapers.
“You want to go out to a cabin or something sometime?” She asked him, not sure if he’d like that idea. They could make some small talk, enjoy their sweet desserts-well, hers was more bitter, but she figured it just went along with her personality…She preferred her chocolate as dark as the soul she was accused of having…But she enjoyed it none the less. “This place is great. If you like the out of doors, I might know a spot to take you sometime. If you like cabins.”
As much fun as she was having, she was honestly all for letting Altair distract her and blowing off the meeting that had been set. She doubted they’d be able to offer her anything she’d find of interest, but it might be funny to see what they thought would interest her. “Thanks for taking me out today, Al. I don’t get to have fun like this, usually. I’m having a great time.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 7:53 pm
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February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████
❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞
James didn't say anything more until Agent Malvyr had gone -- not that there was any reason for him to say anything. When Malvyr was fully in his car with the doors closed, the detective raised a brow in Eva's direction. "Well he was a treat," He muttered, following after her as she lead the way back towards her car. He could tell neither of the girls liked Agent Malvyr very much -- neither did he, for that matter. The man hadn't exactly put a good foot forward. Still, it was more important that they find the missing and end this mess than play petty games with a federal agent. Even if he was kind of a d**k. "I think you should be careful what all you send him," He suggested, despite himself. None of them liked the man, but he hadn't really given them any reason to fully trust him either. There was no harm in being cautious.
Amelie was muttering something about pies that James hadn't really tuned into all the way. Not until Eva drew his attention to it by commenting. "I have a feeling it is going to be a long night, so we should definitely go for something hearty. How does everyone feel about a steak house?" She suggested instead, and James clapped his hands together as he claimed the passenger seat. "Great! You're not a mind reader, are you?" He questioned Eva playfully -- steak was his favorite.
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 11:17 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:50 am
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