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| Topic Started: Oct 1 2014, 01:58 PM (167 Views) | |
| Domino | Oct 1 2014, 01:58 PM Post #1 |
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Date: July 17 Time: Afternoon A gig was a gig. That’s what she kept telling herself. This wasn’t the first time she’d been hired as a bodyguard, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. She had a reputation as a sharpshooter, and on top of that her resume also had expert in various forms of martial arts and hand to hand combat, as well as Olympic level gymnast. She wasn’t completely sure about the latter, but she wasn’t exactly going for that kind of gold anyway. What she did know was that she was limber and capable of some pretty impressive vaults, handsprings and flips when she put her mind to it. Take it for bragging if you must, but Domino knew that her ‘evasive maneuvering’ combined with her inexplicable luck have kept her alive and successful all these years. But this wasn’t exactly your typical bodyguard gig in the fact that the one they were watching was so young. Theodore Beaumont, age five. Apparently from what Neenah could gather from talking to those in the know, Theodore was something of a little prodigy. He knew things that he shouldn’t know, and his bastard of a father exploited that knowledge for extreme financial gain. And now the secret was out about his little living crystal ball, and wealthy people around the world wanted a piece of it. She glanced over at the kid who was sitting at a long table with a box of crayons and a coloring book. He was staring at her, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. It was not the look of a typical five year old. “Of all the places to try and secure, this rich prick picks an obscenely big luxury yacht parked thirty miles offshore,” she said to Vanessa. She didn’t like it at all, but the call was not hers to make. Like the ex-Navy Seal, the two marines, her old friend Copycat and the former Secret Service agent, she was just here to do a job. She shrugged. “At least this place is outfitted enough to spot a ship or plane coming and theoretically knock it into oblivion before it got too close.” Of course it didn’t cover all the bases by a long shot. They seemed to forget that there was a different kind of technology out there…one that would allow someone to materialize out of thin air if they wanted to. Dumbasses. The kid was suddenly standing next to Domino, and he held a picture out for her and Vanessa to see. It was a picture he drew of a tiger, with bloody claws and baleful eyes. Domino held the paper in her hand and showed Vanessa, and Theodore tugged on Vanessa’s arm. “He’s coming.” |
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| Vanessa Carlysle | Oct 2 2014, 10:10 PM Post #2 |
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There was something about Vanessa that was not very well known. She loved kids. She would never hurt a child, no matter the paycheck, and she despised those that would. So while Domino was obviously irritated at this job, this idiotic job they’d been hired to do, Vanessa was…Well, she was fine with it. Protection details weren’t her go-to when it came to jobs, her line of expertise being more tailored to spying and information gathering, but she was a skilled marksman and fighter. The location, on the other hand…Well, she agreed with Neenah on that one. Shifting in place uncomfortably as she scanned the water, she shrugged. “I’d rather we were moving. Harder to locate a moving target, but hey, he’s the boss.” There was enough muscle on board to make most enemies think twice. The shape shifter was in a normal human shape – generic, nondescript. Brown hair in a braid, tan skin, brown eyes. She could’ve been anyone, if it weren’t for the lightweight body armor under her clothes, and the guns and knives sticking out of various strategic locations of her body. Following Domino’s gaze to the little boy, Vanessa had to hide a smile at how uncomfortable the other mercenary. A five year old, making a hardened killer uncomfortable. Vanessa didn’t care that the kid was different. She knew what that was like. If anything, she felt inclined to punch the kid’s father for exploiting him…But there were worse things he could do, she supposed. But either way, the poor kid was a target now, and whether he knew things or not, he was still a child. Nessa didn’t jump when the boy appeared near them, holding out a drawing and reaching for her arm. Frowning at the picture, she knelt down beside the young boy, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? I promise.” There was a note of fierce protectiveness in her tone, and she flashed a sharp look at Domino and the others, as if daring them to say a word about her softness. No child deserved to be a target like this, gifts or not. And she knew better than to discount his drawing or his warning. Keeping an arm around him lightly, she turned to snap at one of the crew members. “Scan the area, let me know if you get anything.” |
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| Domino | Oct 3 2014, 12:58 PM Post #3 |
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Of course Neenah caught the sincerity in Vanessa’s voice. She wasn’t impervious or oblivious and honestly for a moment she had a rare instance of guilt surge up from within as she was faced with an undeniably selfish nature brought to light by the way Vanessa talked to the kid. She looked back down at the drawing again and frowned while a few of the crew members began to scramble out the door to do a quick perimeter check, and a few others began nervously monitoring the surveillance equipment. The kid was staring at Domino again with his creepy ‘I know something you don’t know’ eyes. She didn’t really like being stared at, and if it had been an adult she would have colorfully told them exactly what she thought of it. Vanessa’s inner musings were right…whether it was for lack of knowing how to act around children or something more inherent to his particular demeanor…this kid unnerved her. “It’s okay,” she said, stiffly patting him on the head like a dog. “We got your back.” She looked at Vanessa and shrugged. Hey, she was trying. “Perimeta secur,” the little boy said while staring at Neenah. A heartbeat later the door opened up and one of the crew, a square-jawed ex-Navy Seal stepped in. “The perimeter is secure. No sign of any ships or aircraft in the area. Sea is calm, weather is clear. Looks like we’re in good shape.” He looked back and forth between the two women, an unreadable expression on his face. “I served for 6 years in some of the harshest environments known to man. Been in countless skirmishes, squared off with death so many times I can’t even count em…meanwhile keeping myself and all my men alive to fight again tomorrow.” He glanced at the kid. “I think we can handle this one. If nothing else, I feel overqualified.” Neenah didn’t say anything as he walked away but she did share a look with Vanessa. “He’s done bad things,” the kid said sadly. “But he’s good.” Then she looked at the two women again. “Like you…and you.” “We got a small ship on radar, 30 nautical miles and closing.” Domino narrowed her eyes and headed over to get a look at the screen. “Doesn’t look like much of a threat, but keep an eye on it.” |
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