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- Nika Raskov - 06-11-2018
Jacinda moved around, searching and obviously thinking. That one was definitely a Hunter. Nika kept the ragtag army at her back as she pulled a flat datasheet from her pocket. The square unfolded to be the size of her hand more or less; a basic auxiliary screen. She didn’t want to pull up her sleeve and reveal that bit of insane high tech to anyone taking a peek.
BB’s scan was a little more thorough than the circumstances required, but she was off her game a bit. That had not happened in quite some time. It was extremely annoying and also potentially dangerous to someone in her profession. Stupid not to be focused.
There were plenty of interesting things around. Three guns, two of which seemed to have been stashed or discarded...undoubtedly post-crime. The third was in the possession of one of the ‘soldiers’ passing a bottle around by a barrel fire nearby. Again, it was her fault the search had taken so long for not properly dictating more specific parameters. There were dead rats numbering in the teens (the majority of which were being cooked for consumption nearby), a cat, four pigeons, three unidentifiable bits (without further examination) as well as half a dog.
Two individuals in the vicinity were currently with ‘clients,’ and although the night was young for the area, six people were passed out nearby as well. A headless body was also more or less underfoot. Weird and mildly surprising but only because she had been leaning toward the dumpster dumping theory.
Amelia zoomed in on the body and ordered boring drones for DNA samples. One would be enough, two possibly excessive...so naturally she sent three to each piece. When this assassin reported something to her betters, the young woman was more than certain of her results.
The drones were nigh on invisible, especially at night in a dim alley, certainly not by any of the army who were too far away and too drunk/high/other to notice anything at this point. Jacinda and Ten might notice curious pen tip-sized disturbances in the rough pavement underfoot, should they crouch down or have canid senses. The incredibly sophisticated pieces were brought in, and collected again, by six of her bee-drones. Those would have been noticed certainly by her team since they knew what to look for- and were pros.
It was also mildly disturbing that the body was beneath the pavement...that looked as if it had been put in decades ago. Even with as much as the assassin had seen and heard in her lifetime when channelers were involved, the shit they could do was disturbing. It seemed as though anything was fair game too, limited only by the bounds of imagination. Thankfully most people’s imaginations were limited but even that was terrifying. What could an insane channeler do? What about an insane genius? Better her bullet than the world find out.
Incoming data scrolled cryptically in the screen corners; drone depth, target depth, temperature readings, surrounding matter, ph, pavement composition... and Amelia turned her hand toward Jacinda and Ten, so they could see. The exclamation point-like mass in question was clearly visible. Body. Head. She waited until the results of all six drones came back before reporting. The information agreed unanimously. 100% match.
“It’s her, no question.” Her finger moved along the screen perimeter, pointing to six lines of concurrent data. She wouldn’t say it aloud, not here, but her expression was meant to convey her absolute certainty of the results and their acceptance as they’d be reported. No need to let curious phrases hang in the air of a police-state.
Blue eyes moved from one woman to the other in finality. She folded her screen and stowed it. “Been a long night. Thank you for your help.” She meant that. A tired smile. “Tag my wallet if you wanna hook up for some gaming.” The blank unit she’d taken from the safehouse would be keyed for ‘Amelia Pond,’ and a complete profile was undoubtedly being built by the Atharim techies- per her request- as soon as she’d picked it up. It was probably already in the system. Amelia Pond: Level Four Technical Support. File picture error. Conveniently enough.
- Jacinda - 06-29-2018
Jacinda watch the crowd as Amelia played with her toys. The crowd seemed mostly harmless, but there was an energy in the air. A fire. All it would take was a gust of wind to turn a small fire into an inferno.
She bent her neck right, then left, felt the pop on each side. Her hands were free and close to the staves on her leg. Despite being ready, though, the dull ache in her hip had only become sharper. She wasn't dumb enough to not know that she wasn't 25 anymore. Course, she'd never admit it to anyone else.
She shot Tenzin a grin and a wink. Bravado and all that. And Tenzin probably already knew it was phony. For some reason, that made it funnier.
Girly's toys were floating around, though they were tough to see in the night. Soft whining noises seemed to come from somewhere in the distance.
Amelia spoke, shifting her control toward them. The image beneath the concrete was definitely a body, though the head was a bit of distance from the rest. Other displays came up and she summarized it.
Aria. Curiously, Jacinda didn't feel happy about it. She thought she might. Aria deserved to die. She was a traitor. But that was their job. Atharim police their own.
And then she realized what bothered her more. The concrete was solid, well worn. How had she gotten underneath? A slow fire burned in her. She knew how. She knew very well.
Fucking gods! Everything was changing. The possibilities of what they could do seemed limitless. And the Atharim were scrambling. She'd heard snatches, read posts. They were fragmenting.
They had no leader. They needed one. She shook her head, again mourning the loss of Regus. She raised her eyes and saw Tenzin watching her. Not to own her. Not like that. She was over that thought, now
The Atharim needed something. Someone to unite them. Someone worthy to follow in the footsteps of Regus.
But this, well, this was done. "Can't say I like how this ended."
She glanced at the crowd and was careful with her words. "She deserved better than going this way."
The interest in them seemed to waning and people were moving on. She got closer and spoke "Thanks for your help. Yeah, I'll take your contact. You've got an interesting style about you, Amelie-from-tech-support."