"If you dare to touch me with your filthy hands.." Ayla started but she couldn't come up with a threat. Not only because Mord was twice her size and looked liked he could crush a rock with his fist, but also because of his gun she felt far in the minority.

_________________


O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Probably chasing that *****," Jenya answered as she went to retrieve her MP5 that she had put in the bag inside the cabinet. She had an idea what her mentors would say about leaving automatic weapons out of sight but she couldn't exactly parade an MP5 when she was posing as a temp. She kicked off the high heels she stole and replaced them with her more comfortable shoes. "She has a rather annoying habit of running off. Anyway, I need to borrow Luke for back-up. If he doesn't mind." She planned on using Gaccain as her delivery boy for the police.

_________________

I was cured all right.

Mord laughed at her. "Or what? Hah, I tremble at the thought, my little devka." He yanked her arm firmly, pulling her after him.

....

"Go on," Milos waved the man off. "I can handle this here."

Luke nodded swiftly. "Of course."

_________________


~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Amy sat on the floor, not daring to move one inch but shaking all over. She couldn't see through the blindfold what exactely was happening and according to what she was hearing she didn't know if she should worry or be grateful for that fact.
She covered herself into the corner, her tied hands hiding her face. She was shaking, only waiting for something to happen. "Please..." she whispered silently. "Let it be over soon...let it be over soon..."

_________________
Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

Once more Ayla struggled to get free but Mord was too strong. Eventually she choose to walk along with him since it felt like otherwise her arm was pulled from its socket. "What do you want from me you creep" she spat.

_________________


O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Well, that'd be quite a list," Mord growled softly, grinning devilishly at her. "But at the moment, we have use for you. You called the police, you're gonna help us deal."

_________________


~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Jenya nodded at Luke who promptly pulled Gaccain by the elbow and dragged him out of the conference room. Meanwhile, she grabbed her duffel bag from the cabinet and brought it with her as they descended down the stairs. Luke was not gentle with his hostage, who threw him down the stairs at infrequent times or otherwise, dragged him down them.

Jenya opened the door from the stairway and quickly rounded up the remaining few people left in the building. She quickly bound their hands and legs. She wasn't quite sure how many of these PlastiCuffs she had left but she was confident enough for the duration of the situation. She then look out a list of terms that they wanted and stuffed them into Gaccain's mouth.

"Come on," she said cruelly as she pushed him forward. With Luke covering her back, she pushed her hostage forward. The police outside quickly assembled as she escorted Gaccain towards them with her gun inches away from his skull. One police officer stepped to the hostage cautiously and grabbed the roll of paper from his mouth. When they received the terms, Jenya dragged the hostage backwards and retreated into the building. Once inside, she and Luke began to booby-trap the doors.

_________________

I was cured all right.

(( Can you please not auto my characters quite so much in the future? Thanks. ))

_________________


~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(Sorry about that. I'll try not to.)

_________________

I was cured all right.

(( Thanks. Um... who's post is it? ))

_________________


~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

[ I think the Doctor's, but I might as well post.. ]

Ayla caught the man's allusion and shivered lightly. They'd reached the meeting room, inside there seemed to be total silence, she could almost feel it. Would they all be...? No that she would have heard..

[ Sorry for the short-ness ]

_________________


O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

OOC: Yeah, my postings going to be a little slow for a while as I have one or two flights of stairs to get up to the computer (depending on where I started) and going up stairs in crutches with an immobile leg is difficult so powerplay my character as needed. And please send me that summary, 'cuase I didn't get time to read all the posts.

IC: Crews arrived at the scene later than pretty much anyone else, but that could be explained by him living on the other side of town. Another agent came up to him, "Good, your finally here."

"Did you know that our lights are made in China," Crews said mildly. The officer gave him a look that said 'here-we-go-again.' "We're an American agency, yet our lights are made in China. Weird, no?"

"Yeah, its life-altering, that insight is," the guy rolled his eyes. "Just come over here and we'll tell you what we know."

OOC: And that is my convenient way of letting you tell me what has happened, or at least what the police would know has happened, Will.

_________________
Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(hm.... anybody get shot yet? lol)

_________________

(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

They gave the terms to Agent Reese, who looked them over with a dispassionate eye. "Gee; people released, a bus the an airport and a plane with a full gas tank. How so very...original."

"But it is original," Crew said. "Unless these people have issued the demands for people released, a bus, and an airplane before, it is quite original for them." He looked at the slip of paper, "And look, fifty one percent of the stocks of _________ (however many companies and their names as I don't know ), that is very original. It allows them to control what the company does because they will have the majority of the stocks."

"Wow Crews, that was amazingly coherent. So very unlike you. Except for the original thing, that was very you."

"Thank you. But they have to know that we will never give them that, and even if we did, the companies would void those stocks and take them back the instant they were able too as stocks held by terrorists are forfeit under the Patriot Act (not sure if that is true, but I assume so. Correct me if I'm wrong.)." Crews took out a notebook and began writing out a reply, "Where is a rock so I can throw this through the window?" He fell back into a prison mentality where they didn't have phones or loudspeakers to talk to one another and if you wanted to pass messages over distances, you could tell a lot of people, or throw a rock.

The police chief looked at him and Reese said, "Crews, we have cell phones. We can call them and not have to destroy private property."

"Right--"he paused"--whats their number?" Crews set the number to speed dial one and called.

_________________
Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Milos gave his two accomplices a questioning look as they reentered the meeting room, his phone going off. He flipped open his cell, holding his cigarette between his calloused fingers as he answered it. "Talk," he said in a collected tone.

Mordakai entered the room with his captive a moment later, holding her at gunpoint, ignoring the questioning look his leader shot at him.

_________________


~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

[ That just made my day ]

Relief overwhelmed Ayla when she found that all members of that night's meeting were tied up and huddled in the corner, yet alive. The director of the company, her boss, Bill Riley was still in his usual chair and although his hands were cuffed Ayla noticed that the same air of triumph and arrogance was over him as usual. He had always frightened her and still did.
She realised how an odd sight she had to be in a blue plumber's overall, not even wearing shoes. "Let me go" she snapped again at Mord. Ayla knew that it would not help but abreacting her fear and frustration did make her feel better.

-----

Riley stared out of on of the large windows. The emergency lights cast an oorange glow on the surrounding buildings. A whole lot seemed to be going on down there. With some interest Bill glanced at the woman who was just brought in; he did not know her. "If you think that threatening some random people will pressure me.." he commented slowly "it ain't going to work."

_________________


O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.