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Saturday April 21rst
The headquarters was located in a rather normal, if larger, looking bungalow, nestled amongst the hustle and bustle of the residential area. It had been his suggestion. Place it somewhere with a high number of casualties, should they be attacked, they can easily make the attackers out as monster, who kill families and children willy nilly. Wither or not the attackers cared wasn't the point. It was what the public thought.
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Light pored in from the windows, the only source of illumination in the otherwise dark room. Dust hung heavily in the air, like annoying little pixies from his childhood. They danced lazily, suspended in the sun beams. He sighed to himself and becan to look around the room he found himself in. Well he said a room, it was more of a hallway.
Along the walls hung pictures of kings and queens from England, who all died long ago. They were dusty, but he knew it wasn't from age. No the dust was white, and granular, it was dry wall. Recently there had been construction in this place, and the construction team forgot to clean up after themselves. He began to walk down the hallways, his tail coat trailing behind him. The box in his arms clinked slightly with each step. As he passed a picture of Lady Diana, the lights of the place faded into life. Automatic sensors. The government went all out.
A door on the right led to the kitchen, into which he happily moved. So, the G men listened to his request. The entire C.A.T.S. Los Angeles headquarters was styled with Victorian ideals. He grinned a rather malicious grin, and opened the box he was carrying. He carefully placed the tissue paper and packing material aside and pulled out a rather decorative tea pot. He smiled happily at the sight, it wasn't the best one he had, but rather a copy of his favourite pot. A metaphorical representation of it. Along with it were five matching tea cups.
He opened a cupboard happy to find it stocked with tea and cookies and normal food. He was more focused on the tea and cookies at the moment. In the drawer under the stove he found a pot, and began to boil water. The agent relaxed as the water began to boil. He was nervous, as this was the first time he was going to meet his team members, or one, at least. The agency wasn't overly clear. Had they not hired enough people yet?
Into the pot the boiled water went, along with a red tea, a roobios from Africa. He grabbed a box of jaffer cakes and moved into what he expected to be the living room. It was set like one, but he knew of the projectors in the walls as well as the conference tv. This was their main work space. The bedrooms set up into individual offices. He sat himself down on the chaise lounge, poured himself a cup of tea from the tall flowery pot, nibbled on a cookie, and waited.
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[STYLE=font-size:9px; text-align:justify; color:#878787; letter-spacing:1px]Today was the day and she couldn't be happier. Today marked the day that she, Belinda Salvatierra, would finally meet the newest C.A.T.S. member. Normally, the Spanish girl wouldn't give less than a damn meeting a new C.A.T.S. member, but she was exceptionally excited about this one. She had seen him once before C.A.T.S. had properly added him to the group and that's when she knew that was he was her new master.
Lynn felt downright giddy as she walked along the streets, ignoring the hostile stares she was getting from those who she passed by. Of course, she wouldn't show this to just anyone; her expression was completely devoid of any emotion after all. And besides, she didn't give a damn about these people in the neighborhood. Those suspicious people that glared as she past them by? Not worth her time. The people that yelled at her as she pushed past them as if they weren't even there? Screw them.
The only thing that mattered to her right now was finding the correct building where C.A.T.S. headquarters would be located.
"I think it's somewhere over there," the woman chirped in a childish voice, a vague frown marring her face as she walked towards the buildings. It was times like these where she wished she had a voice of her own and that her voice didn't fluctuate so much in tone. Her master would probably think she was some sort of freak! That would be horrible! she screamed mentally as she entered the building.
After spending a few minutes of searching for the right place, Belinda sauntered on over and knocked on the door. A delighted nervousness bubbled within her as she stood there and waited for the man known as Agent to open up the door for her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2012 7:20:31 GMT -8
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Bored, he looked around the room a little more. It wasn't as nice, per say, as the main apartment complex they all shared down town, but they needed an office away from home, to help draw away suspicion. He sipped his tea calmly, and watched the dry wall dust float around. Based on the accumulation on the top of the book shelf, the modifications were probably done three days ago.
The chair was made from a rather smooth hard wood, elm probably. The fantastic wood was tarnished however, as they chose to use a rough cotton polyester blend. He'd have to have a chat with the decorator.
He was drawn from his thoughts by the knock on the door. He had a visitor. He stood up slowly and walked over to the door and peered though the peep hole. It was a girl. He had seen her before... He couldn't quite recall where however. It was vague, but it might hae been at the C.A.T.S. Headquarters. He released the deadbolt lock and swung the door open, a gently smile on his face and a blue tea cup in his hand. He looked the girl up and down.
She wasn't dressed like an agent of the government, but that was probably for the best. He searched her body for every detail he could gather, looking at her hair, ears and hand particularly close.
“Greetings, I assume you are my team member, or at least one of them. Correct?” He asked calmly. He took a quiet notice of the faint traces of scars around her exposed skin. They were faint, probably old. “Please. Come in.” He said with a polite bow, stepping back for the girl to enter.
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[STYLE=font-size:9px; text-align:justify; color:#878787; letter-spacing:1px]If it wasn't for the fact that she was a C.A.T.S. member, Lynn would probably have thrown her arms around the male before her and hugged him to death. Well actually, more like huggling him and never letting go of him for as long as she lived. But she was a part of C.A.T.S. and as such, she had to be wary of her behavior. She didn't want to displease her superiors just because she allowed her emotions to get in the way; that would just be absolutely horrible. She was a cold-hearted assassin part of the time, so letting her emotions rule over her actions was a laughable idea.
However, that thought alone isn't quite enough to keep her from feeling giddy when Agent opened up the door for her. Goodness, he was just as adorable as the first time she saw him. The brown-eyed woman felt like squealing out in delight from how giddy she felt. Not that it showed too much of course; she wasn’t taught to keep her emotions from giving anything away for nothing. Though, it wasn’t as if she could help it if her excitement reflected in her eyes.
Oh, and he was so polite too! Belinda couldn’t have asked for a better team mate and master!
Flashing the man a rare sincere smile, she gave him a quick bow in return before stepping into the place. “Thank you, Sir. And yes, I am one of your team members,” the woman responded, her voice mimicking his. Immediately, she slapped her hands over her mouth in both embarrassment and annoyance. Never had she wanted to beat herself up more in her life than now. Stupid voice and its ability to change and mimic.
Clearing her throat with visible displeasure on her face, Lynn turned her brown gaze towards him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imitate you. My voice does that,” she explained with a childish airy voice. Lord, why did she have to do that? And why the hell did she not have a voice of her own? “I apologize ahead of time for my oddness,” the Spanish female said simply, her voice sounding normal for once and resembling that of an adult female. She was going to have to stick to that one for a while.
He probably already believes I’m a freak! her inner voice shrieked in sadness. He’s going to reject me! That idea alone was enough to make her start hyperventilating, but she forced herself to squash the panic that was coursing through her and remain calm. There would be no way in hell he would want to work with her if she acted like this!
Tearing her gaze away from Agent, her eyes quickly scanned the place. It wasn’t at all that impressive looking; it looked like a regular old place. But the one thing that did catch her attention was the tea set that was out. Judging from the cup in the man’s hands, she could only assume that the set entirely belonged to him. It made her want to smile. Did she? No, not really. She had a relatively blank expression on her face like usual.
“The other members are currently… busy with other things at the moment,” the woman managed to explain with same exact female voice. She was almost proud of herself for it. “I am Belinda Salvatierra by the way. The spy for C.A.T.S. and… on occasion, an assassin.” That being said, she took a step closer inside the place to look around further.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2012 6:12:42 GMT -8
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He nodded politely as he allowed the girl into the house. He took a small not of the excitment that showed in her eyes, the rapid dilation of her pupils. He face was devoid of any other sort of emotion. Well, there was a smile. He guessed she was just happy to be part of the team. As they walked into the house, however, she floored him. In a heart beat she had managed to imitate his voice rather well, he wondered if she could pass for him over a phone. As she spoke she drew him out of his thinking. “Ah, no no it's actually rather impressive. It's useful for this career path, I would imagine.” He added as they walked further into the house.
“Please, no need to apologize, we all have oddities.” He said gently as they walked into the living room, where his tea pot sat happily in a pile of dust, like a pig in mud. He frowned a little at the mess. “I'll be calling the cleaners soon, so please don’t move anything in here until the dust is taken care of. Last thing we want is dust getting into sensitive equipment.” He sighed as sat back down on the lounge.
“Busy? Curses, I would have loved to meet everyone, but... I suppose it's easy to manage one person as opposed to ten. At least for my first time. Belinda Salvatierra... Please, tell me. What was growing up in Spain like? I hear its a beautiful country.” He smiled gently, he name and the shape of her face were his bases for the deduction. He skin tone, though slightly more golden, could be the result of tanning. This was LA after all.
Belinda was a spy as well? Very good. He would definitely need someone sneaky on his side if he was to catch a group of terrorists. He tapped the side of his tea cup gently as he went over data in his mind. He still needed a computer technician, as well as a weapons expert. He could sword fight, but would it be enough. “An assassin... I hope we do not need to put those skills to use, I want to minimize the body count. Last things we need is bad press. They say any news is good news, except for the government. People are hunting for reasons to hate us. We need to change that, and show them we are working for them, not against. And yes, I am Agent. However, that's just a moniker headquarters gave me. I honestly don't have a name, and very few personal records. My health card belongs to a Mark Savage, my Passport says Paul Rodinsky, my drivers licence says my name is Steve MacIntier. Don't be surprised if I gain a few more names. I find they only bring trouble.” He said, trying to push aside the dark time, he could go there later, but not now. “And as Shakespeare said, a rose by any other name is just as sweet.” He said with a slight smile, sipping his tea.
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[STYLE=font-size:9px; text-align:justify; color:#878787; letter-spacing:1px]Agent was so sweet and adorable and considerate; it made the Spanish woman want to sigh in delight actually. How could someone so incredibly wonderful exist? I picked a good master, she giggled inwardly, revealing nothing on the surface but a blank face. Though, she was fighting a smile from forming on her face.
In all honesty, Belinda was very much content to just sit there and listen to Agent talk. Of course, she nodded in the correct places to show that she indeed was listening. She wanted to smile when he quoted Shakespeare; goodness, he was so smart! Lynn sort of felt like acting like a little fangirl. However, when his questions about Spain finally processed through her brain, she froze.
The dark-haired woman absentmindedly started pulling at the sleeves of her shirt, attempting to hide her scars from the man's eyes. She was hardly ever self-conscious about her scars, but the mention of Spain made her so very wary of displaying the marks. To add to that, she felt like an insecure little child; lost and frightened of what was to happen next. But it's not like should could remember most of what happened back then... but still. Her knuckles were white from the force she was clinging onto her shirt. It was almost like she was reverting back to the days where her father was still in her life before she was taken by them.
Stop it. That's all over now, Lynn yelled at herself inwardly, forcing herself to breathe. How could she lose sense of herself in front of her master? He'd probably think her mad or something like that! Now, she couldn't have that, now could she?
"Pardon me," Belinda murmured in a childish voice, cursing herself mentally for losing grip of a normal voice again. "I... I don't have many memories of Spain. But I guess it was a pretty place from what I remember." That being said, she turned her chocolate gaze to look through a window. She needed to keep a grip on herself.
Pushing herself to use that blank mask of hers, she turned back to look at Agent. "So we were all sent here to L.A. to find a certain group, were we not?" the woman asked in a monotonous tone. Perhaps focusing solely on work would keep her calm and emotionless once again. "I don't know much of anything about this group we are looking for, so I'm curious to know if you know anything about them at the moment."[/style]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 8:01:26 GMT -8
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He carefully watched his team mate, noting her particular behaviour that had quiet suddenly appeared. He noted the way she was pulling at her sleeves, pulling them further up. He body a frozen, as if she were in shock. His mind was already hard at work deciphering what this meant. She obviously had some horrible memories of the place if they were to be triggered by the mention of the name, even in a positive light. What ever occurred, it certainly was big. Her knuckles had even turned white from the force she used to pull on her sleeves.
”Please, I told you before, there is no need to apologize for who you are.” He wanted to ask her if she felt confident enough to continue the mission, but he figured if head quarters selected her, she would perform just fine.
When she finally spoke of her memories of Spain, stating she had few memories, He tapped his glasses once. He'd hold onto that information for later. He turned to her calmly and nodded as she spoke of the mission. ”Precisely Belinda. We have been sent to tract down the ones behind the Wright Law Incident, as HQ is calling it. They figure the amount of power behind it exceeds petty criminals. There have also been reports of other odd behaviours and incidents in the city.”
He walked over to a framed picture on the wall and touched the frame. Immediately the picture vanished from the frame, replaced with the grey interface of the C.A.T.S. Server. He brought up pictures of the wright offices, as well as the local hospital, Hope. ”At the moment I have no data, but I believe our first step would be to contact the local police department, get any information on the incident, as well as approach this hospital here for the names of the victims who were hospitalized after the incident. They may be able to provide us information on the subject.” He scrolled though a map of L.A, dropping point of reference markers on the hospital, the police station and the scene of the crime. His phone chimed, notifying him that it had received the updated map from the server.
”Head quarters is going all out in gadgetry this time, they said they give us a list soon concerning what we will receive and what it does. So far i just know out phones are to synchronize with the server, making it easier to share data faster. They hope that it will help us catch who ever is behind this.”
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[STYLE=font-size:9px; text-align:justify; color:#878787; letter-spacing:1px]Brown eyes watched the man before her, still impossibly unsure of to possibly trust his words. He may be her master and all, but she just couldn't feel comfortable with the few things she allowed herself to remember about her past. If she had forgotten it (or at least pretended it never happened), then she wouldn't have to act like the former little weakling that she was. The little weakling that always allowed her father to mistreat her because he was angry… But even now, she acted like she used to, didn't she?
Brushing those thoughts away, she offered Agent the smallest of smiles as he continued on. Right, they were there to take out the person or persons known as Libertine. No one was exactly sure if this "Libertine" was a single person or not, but several of the higher-ups within C.A.T.S. had come to an agreement that this was probably the work of a group. Lynn, however, was a bit skeptical about it… But who was she to question her superiors?
The Spanish girl pulled out her work phone from her pocket, staring at it for a moment before looking towards her master. "I'm sure having such information at our fingertips will be helpful… but how do we know this "Libertine" will not be able to hack into our server?" she questioned in her childish flat voice. "And we cannot be too sure that the police with hand over whatever information they have on the Wright Law Incident either. If they cannot too much information on it, they will perhaps try to cover it up or something of that sort."
That being said, Belinda relaxed her composure the slightest bit as she let out a sigh. In all honesty, she was a bit frustrated with the fact that their superiors didn't exactly give them too much information about what they were going to be doing. Really, what the hell were they going to do, chase around the few and vague leads there were? However, she stopped her line of thinking there. Master is brilliant… he'll figure something out. I'm sure of it, she mentally smiled, gushing over Agent's intelligence. She put all her faith into the bespectacled man in front of her. C.A.T.S. didn't recruit him for nothing, after all.[/style]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 11:46:16 GMT -8
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The government agent stood up and paced slowly. Lynn had brought up and excellent point. The C.A.T.S. server was well protected, but the possibility of an outside force attacking it was within the realm of possibility. The dark hair man picked up his tea cup and took a long swing. He slowly set it down and nodded. “We will have to have digital records and paper as well. Twice a day we need any updated files printed off. Should our system be compromised we will have a physical back up. I'll also request headquarters send us an on site computer-y person. I know how to use the system for my investigations, but know nothing of how to fix it.” He admited bluntly, waving his hand.
The room's sensor caught the motion and quickly projected a flat image infront of the man, a computer desktop, floating in mid air. ”You'll be getting an information package within three days on how to use this system, but basically its holographic computer. And we get glasses that connect us with the home base where ever we are. If my information is correct, they are of google design, the first of it's kind. The boss was quite excited.” He placed his hand on either side of the terminal and closed them, the hologram vanishing. ”The hologram is actually projected onto the moisture in the air, using 3 intersecting projectors to form the image.” He recited the information in the instruction book, as much as he cared to remember on this particular topic.
He looked back at Lynn, slowly nodding. “Yes. The police. Our FBI clearance should force their co-operation. If they chose not to... well... We can deal with that as it arises.” With that he nodded at his partner. ”I wont keep you any longer then I need to, as I am sure you would like to see your new apartment. We aren't living in this house while we investigate, too risky. I'll be living in the pent house suite of the Clear Water apartments. One of the few buildings with a classic feel. If you look for me my name there is Richard Weston.” He said with a curt bow.
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