agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

“Your ever present wit never ceases to amaze me…..even in the face of death you remain level headed and ready for anythin’…….that is admirable….though foolish…….no-one is comin’ for you Illinois…. and who says you even still hold your title of AGENT?”

[The director moved closer to her as he unfolded the blade. He circled around her, observing her as she wiggled her arms in her restraints. He ran the dull side of the blade against her neck.]

“Anything more to add before we begin?”

“Just, one, little thing….” She paused slightly on her second word for a form of emphasis, perhaps even a warning for what was to come next. “You better not chase me, or miss me” The words were, in a manner, soft and somehow, hypnotic.

There wasn’t a second to waste as she used all her power to crush the Directors foot beneath her own and then aim a decent kick at his shin.

[The force of her foot on his was great, but the pain of her feet against his steel toed boots was even greater. He could already read her next move so with a flick of the wrist he twirled the blade so the edge was now resting against Illinois’ neck.]

“Restless to the end ah see? though this is FAHR from the end….”

[The Director sidestepped so he was now behind the girl with his blade cutting deeper and deeper into the side of her neck.]

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

“Compahred to what ah am prepahred to do, you may wish that bein’ knocked out was the worst ah could inflict upon you……”

[The director had completed his calibrations and the helmet was ready for use. Thusly he closed the laptop. He spun halfway around in his chair his eyes never meeting with Illinois as his left hand grazes over the top of the wooden box.]

“But first…..”

[The Director rubs his chin, running his fingers through his goatee.]

“Ah need a shave…..”

[He then opens the wooden box to reveal a row of seven pearl handled razors and a bloody rag. one of the razors seemed to be almost ruby colored from afar due to to dried blood left on the handle.]

A single eyebrow went up in surprise and amusement; followed by Illinois leaning back in her seat with arms folded and a smug smile to her lips. “Blades?” She almost laughed at him. “I’ve got to say, I’m slightly disappointed, I expected something more original from you.” It was built in and open firing now; her mockery that is.

“And why shouldnt ah have mah blades. They are quite simple, elegant and they get the job done QUITE nicely…..”

[The director takes one of the clean blades as he slowly moves towards the nearest wall, which was covered in a large mirror. He stroked his goatee in thought as he turned back to face Illinois, with his arms folded behind his back and the blade cupped in his hands.]

“Ah shall only ask once madame….. who ahr you workin’ for? Ah know you wont answer me…..and ah HOPE you don’t…..ah have only needed to use mah personal implements like THIS once before……ah need to ensure mah interrogation skill as well as the blades themselves don’t get…………….rusty.………”

“Not worried about yourself being rusty?”  Before any move could be made for the comment Illinois’ brain rushed into over time for the best way to make it through this situation. “Apparently, I’m working for you at the moment, although, considering the circumstances I would say I’m about to be out of a job any moment now.”

“Your ever present wit never ceases to amaze me…..even in the face of death you remain level headed and ready for anythin’…….that is admirable….though foolish…….no-one is comin’ for you Illinois…. and who says you even still hold your title of AGENT?”

[The director moved closer to her as he unfolded the blade. He circled around her, observing her as she wiggled her arms in her restraints. He ran the dull side of the blade against her neck.]

“Anything more to add before we begin?”

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

“Compahred to what ah am prepahred to do, you may wish that bein’ knocked out was the worst ah could inflict upon you……”

[The director had completed his calibrations and the helmet was ready for use. Thusly he closed the laptop. He spun halfway around in his chair his eyes never meeting with Illinois as his left hand grazes over the top of the wooden box.]

“But first…..”

[The Director rubs his chin, running his fingers through his goatee.]

“Ah need a shave…..”

[He then opens the wooden box to reveal a row of seven pearl handled razors and a bloody rag. one of the razors seemed to be almost ruby colored from afar due to to dried blood left on the handle.]

A single eyebrow went up in surprise and amusement; followed by Illinois leaning back in her seat with arms folded and a smug smile to her lips. “Blades?” She almost laughed at him. “I’ve got to say, I’m slightly disappointed, I expected something more original from you.” It was built in and open firing now; her mockery that is.

“And why shouldnt ah have mah blades. They are quite simple, elegant and they get the job done QUITE nicely…..”

[The director takes one of the clean blades as he slowly moves towards the nearest wall, which was covered in a large mirror. He stroked his goatee in thought as he turned back to face Illinois, with his arms folded behind his back and the blade cupped in his hands.]

“Ah shall only ask once madame….. who ahr you workin’ for? Ah know you wont answer me…..and ah HOPE you don’t…..ah have only needed to use mah personal implements like THIS once before……ah need to ensure mah interrogation skill as well as the blades themselves don’t get…………….rusty.………”

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

[The Director sat opposite an Unconscious Illinois in the detention block of the Mother of Invention. He was calibrating the A.I. port on agent Dominican Republic’s helmet through his laptop as he waited for Illinois to wake up so there interrogation may continue. His left hand ran across the keyboard as his right lay flat on his wooden box.]

Illinois’ head was sore and she was sure the throbbing wasn’t likely to abate any time soon when she finally did awake. A little trick she had learnt over time was to not allow any one know she was concious until she was certain of her surroundings and situation. 

Her other senses explored first, the tapping of keys, the temperature of the room, how she was sat all gave her an idea of the scenario, mixed with what could last recall; that of Carolina, and the brief conversation with the Director, finally face to face.

She wanted to growl at the cowardice of such a backhanded move. She was even more angry, however, at herself for allowing it to happen and take her out in merely one hit. This should have been expected from someone like him.

After a few moments, she opened her eyelids to reveal the soft amber and announce her return to the world of conciousness.

[The Director could hear Illinois stumbling back to life behind him. He did not remove his eyes from the computer screen, he needed to make sure that the helmet would protect the package he was about to entrust it with.]

“Good mornin’ Agent………ah hope you rested comfortably…. because ah don’t expect you to be comfortable for QUITE some tihme….”

“Oh yes, wonderfully, if being knocked out in such a manner can count as rest.”    Still Illinois couldn’t retain any manner or sarcasm, acting as a defense mechanism itself. Her eyes had now locked themselves onto his rapidly moving fingers, curiosity driving at her to know what he was doing with a freelancers helmet that could be as pressing as this.

“Compahred to what ah am prepahred to do, you may wish that bein’ knocked out was the worst ah could inflict upon you……”

[The director had completed his calibrations and the helmet was ready for use. Thusly he closed the laptop. He spun halfway around in his chair his eyes never meeting with Illinois as his left hand grazes over the top of the wooden box.]

“But first…..”

[The Director rubs his chin, running his fingers through his goatee.]

“Ah need a shave…..”

[He then opens the wooden box to reveal a row of seven pearl handled razors and a bloody rag. one of the razors seemed to be almost ruby colored from afar due to to dried blood left on the handle.]

agent-illinois:

dr-leonard-church:

[The Director sat opposite an Unconscious Illinois in the detention block of the Mother of Invention. He was calibrating the A.I. port on agent Dominican Republic’s helmet through his laptop as he waited for Illinois to wake up so there interrogation may continue. His left hand ran across the keyboard as his right lay flat on his wooden box.]

Illinois’ head was sore and she was sure the throbbing wasn’t likely to abate any time soon when she finally did awake. A little trick she had learnt over time was to not allow any one know she was concious until she was certain of her surroundings and situation. 

Her other senses explored first, the tapping of keys, the temperature of the room, how she was sat all gave her an idea of the scenario, mixed with what could last recall; that of Carolina, and the brief conversation with the Director, finally face to face.

She wanted to growl at the cowardice of such a backhanded move. She was even more angry, however, at herself for allowing it to happen and take her out in merely one hit. This should have been expected from someone like him.

After a few moments, she opened her eyelids to reveal the soft amber and announce her return to the world of conciousness.

[The Director could hear Illinois stumbling back to life behind him. He did not remove his eyes from the computer screen, he needed to make sure that the helmet would protect the package he was about to entrust it with.]

“Good mornin’ Agent………ah hope you rested comfortably…. because ah don’t expect you to be comfortable for QUITE some tihme….”

[The Director sat opposite an Unconscious Illinois in the detention block of the Mother of Invention. He was calibrating the A.I. port on agent Dominican Republic’s helmet through his laptop as he waited for Illinois to wake up so there interrogation may continue. His left hand ran across the keyboard as his right lay flat on his wooden box.]

[Stares at the agent coldly]

“Ah suggest you remain silent ahnd turn AWAY…..Now……………….”

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

“Ah have come to terms with the fact that MAH Alison is gone Alpha……yours may still be waitin’ for you….”

[The Director sat across from Church as he adjusted his glasses. He knew how Alpha thought, because he knew himself…..he also knew that Church still had a chance…a chance to live happily with the only person who mattered….and Alpha had a better one than he ever had, at least……]

“Ah have read the recent reports regahdin’ your friends from Blood Gulch……Tex, Wash AND Maine were reported dead….though the evidence manifest reported one A.I. containment unit……..”

Church laughed bitterly. Leaning across the table, he pushed his own glasses up. What can he say, he had a good mechanic. As good of one as the Director had gotten to build him a body to use in Blood Gulch. He just hated the fact that he felt he needed them. He wasn’t the happiest about his similarities to the Director. He was not that man.

“Let those last two rot. Maine tried to kill her. And Wash…” He paused. “Wash never told me that…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. But… what about the containment unit?” 

He didn’t want to let him know what he knew. Hell, he shouldn’t know it. He’d been a ghost, floating through time, for far too long.

“If history has told me anythin’…..it has told me that your…..friends…in Blood Gulch always managed to get themselves in trouble….and that whatevah happened…there was always somethin’ that seemed to….escape the paper work……”

[Yet another trait that The Director and Alpha shared, they both UTTERLY despised paperwork and the bureaucrats who thrived on it.]

“Ah believe that the containment Unit may hold your chance at a bettah life Alpha…..”

Paper work? Like anyone would actually look at that. Anyone important anyways… Though, having someone who could actually hit anything with a sniper rifle could have been handy. Dammit, he should have made sure he requested one for Tucker. Maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“Thing always do. But if there’s one thing I learned about Tex… If she doesn’t want to be found, she won’t.” He shook his head. Was it true? Sometimes these memories got… mixed up. He sometimes lost track of what was his and what wasn’t.

“But… why the hell are you telling me all this? Last time I saw you, you were holding the knife. Why the sudden change of heart?”

[The director laughed lightly as his gaze trailed away from Alpha.]

“Am ah in ANY such position to threaten you Alpha? Ah am telling you this because ah know what she means to you…..because ah know what she meant to ME…..”

Church stared at him for a minute. “I figured you couldn’t. It’s the only reason I’m still here.” He had scanned for any capture units before even thinking of confronting the man. 

“I guess… I should say thanks?” But it wasn’t… his Tex, was it? He’d been gone. Epsilon had taken over while he was gone. He… didn’t think he had anywhere to go. Gamma had loved that. 

“Your gratitude is not what ah requiah, though it is welcomed…..and ah don’t want your forgiveness….ah know that you would nevah give it anyways……..Ah only ask that you do what ah could not……..find her…….and hold onto her………NEVAH let her go…….”

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

“Ah have come to terms with the fact that MAH Alison is gone Alpha……yours may still be waitin’ for you….”

[The Director sat across from Church as he adjusted his glasses. He knew how Alpha thought, because he knew himself…..he also knew that Church still had a chance…a chance to live happily with the only person who mattered….and Alpha had a better one than he ever had, at least……]

“Ah have read the recent reports regahdin’ your friends from Blood Gulch……Tex, Wash AND Maine were reported dead….though the evidence manifest reported one A.I. containment unit……..”

Church laughed bitterly. Leaning across the table, he pushed his own glasses up. What can he say, he had a good mechanic. As good of one as the Director had gotten to build him a body to use in Blood Gulch. He just hated the fact that he felt he needed them. He wasn’t the happiest about his similarities to the Director. He was not that man.

“Let those last two rot. Maine tried to kill her. And Wash…” He paused. “Wash never told me that…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. But… what about the containment unit?” 

He didn’t want to let him know what he knew. Hell, he shouldn’t know it. He’d been a ghost, floating through time, for far too long.

“If history has told me anythin’…..it has told me that your…..friends…in Blood Gulch always managed to get themselves in trouble….and that whatevah happened…there was always somethin’ that seemed to….escape the paper work……”

[Yet another trait that The Director and Alpha shared, they both UTTERLY despised paperwork and the bureaucrats who thrived on it.]

“Ah believe that the containment Unit may hold your chance at a bettah life Alpha…..”

Paper work? Like anyone would actually look at that. Anyone important anyways… Though, having someone who could actually hit anything with a sniper rifle could have been handy. Dammit, he should have made sure he requested one for Tucker. Maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“Thing always do. But if there’s one thing I learned about Tex… If she doesn’t want to be found, she won’t.” He shook his head. Was it true? Sometimes these memories got… mixed up. He sometimes lost track of what was his and what wasn’t.

“But… why the hell are you telling me all this? Last time I saw you, you were holding the knife. Why the sudden change of heart?”

[The director laughed lightly as his gaze trailed away from Alpha.]

“Am ah in ANY such position to threaten you Alpha? Ah am telling you this because ah know what she means to you…..because ah know what she meant to ME…..”

leonardlchurch:

dr-leonard-church:

“Ah have come to terms with the fact that MAH Alison is gone Alpha……yours may still be waitin’ for you….”

[The Director sat across from Church as he adjusted his glasses. He knew how Alpha thought, because he knew himself…..he also knew that Church still had a chance…a chance to live happily with the only person who mattered….and Alpha had a better one than he ever had, at least……]

“Ah have read the recent reports regahdin’ your friends from Blood Gulch……Tex, Wash AND Maine were reported dead….though the evidence manifest reported one A.I. containment unit……..”

Church laughed bitterly. Leaning across the table, he pushed his own glasses up. What can he say, he had a good mechanic. As good of one as the Director had gotten to build him a body to use in Blood Gulch. He just hated the fact that he felt he needed them. He wasn’t the happiest about his similarities to the Director. He was not that man.

“Let those last two rot. Maine tried to kill her. And Wash…” He paused. “Wash never told me that…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. But… what about the containment unit?” 

He didn’t want to let him know what he knew. Hell, he shouldn’t know it. He’d been a ghost, floating through time, for far too long.

“If history has told me anythin’…..it has told me that your…..friends…in Blood Gulch always managed to get themselves in trouble….and that whatevah happened…there was always somethin’ that seemed to….escape the paper work……”

[Yet another trait that The Director and Alpha shared, they both UTTERLY despised paperwork and the bureaucrats who thrived on it.]

“Ah believe that the containment Unit may hold your chance at a bettah life Alpha…..”