The Syndicate

[Vale]

Closing his camera, a guy gazed back over to the pompous bitch who had just finished her news report.
"And we're wrapped. Good shoot today people. Clarissa, fabulous job dear. Nice exposure too!" A flamboyant douchebag was parading around the set.

McClaren Air Force Base had become a moratorium to a pointless war in which people were killed, good people, bad people, criminals, crime fighters. Those were just titles. They were people, no different from the cunt on the 11 O Clock News, or the Perverted Adulterist who led her on as a child. They were the same: We all were the same.

Lt. Sargent Cyrus Treybore of InterPOL. He was a closet case himself. He lived a life of lust and violence. Rumors had surfaced that he was in fact the Valentine Killer who had came to an end days before this violent underground war had finally surfaced. No, there were no good guys left. Cyrus wasn't one of them either. He was just a man who found himself killing in the name of the people, instead of killing people for himself. To think, it had been 2 years since that night.

"Hey Calvin, get that footage cut and rolling. We need it up for headlining tonight! Your ass depends on it." The faggoty ass producer was bitching again. Was he not busy sticking it to the cunt with the plastic grin already? Fuckers.

There wasn't a day that went by in which he didn't think about that night, let alone what he was doing those years back either. He still had the scars to prove it, as well as the tears of betrayal coursing through him.

Ring, Ring...
"Calvin Paddington."
Agent Haldwell, you're being summoned.
"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong number."
This is your first call. You will have 2 more warning contacts. If you do not meet with us by the third, we will be meeting you.

*click*

Calvin dropped his phone on the ground, stepping on it and grinding it into the pavement underneath his foot. He'd be dead before he'd ever know it.

[PsychoKath]

Things had calmed down alot for the Tri-Sisters ever since the battle, a regular cycle had begun with the three of them sharing their time in control of th ebody equally. Each had different jobs to do- Mirei was used for peaceful encounters with clients and walking the streets of Washington occasionally to gather public information; there was none who would harm her open and caring face. Mirage was teaching stealth to the ranks- her cold and emotionless demeanor half terrifing her students to the point where it was hard for them to learn- but by the time they were done thye feared nothing other than their teacher. And Miero, handling affairs with Guilly and Rosa.

It was a time of peace with the sisters- though Mirei had never forgiven them for what they had done to Neve.

Today Miero was in control and, one recieving the message, she wandered over to Guilford's office to see what was going on.

"Hello there Guilly," she used the sisters favorite nick'n for him, " You sent for me?"

[Grimn]

Guilford watched as the three sisters entered his office, all within the same body. “I need your assistance in a matter” rasped the man. He looked over the skilled assassin that had helped him run this organization for the past two years. She was an extremely powerful piece in which to move amongst the chessboard of the world. “There is a Haitian gang in the Florida Keys that are attempting to move into our drug ring in that region. Already they have made off with an entire storehouse of product and it seems that they are intent on trying to get us out of the area” continued Guilford. “Their leader is a man named Ceazar Mendes and has a place in Miami” said Guilford, sliding a folder across his desk. Inside the folder were pictures of Mendes, his top associates, location, and any other vital information that he would know. “There is one thing that bothers me though” rasped Guilford. “This is a poorly run and operated gang that dabbles in petty street trade of the drugs. The fact that they could take out one of our installations is unsettling” said Guilford. He picked up a remote and all of the screens behind him switched to a recorded video stream. The video showed a large warehouse, the night sky hid most of the features but a large light pole cast a soft glow against the front door of the warehouse. Two guards stood there, looking out into the everglades that surrounded the warehouse. Suddenly the two guards dropped, blood spouting from their neck. Two figures seemed to appear from thin air at the front door, each brandishing machetes, the trademark weapon of the Haitian gang.

Guilford cut the video there and turned back to look back at Miero. “This gang is poor and should not have access to holosuits. I want you to deal retribution but the important thing is to try and find out who is supplying these people with such advanced technology. If my thinking is right, then this is a subtle declaration of attack on our organization and I want to know who thinks they can beat me at this game” rasped Guilford. He turned back around, his mind working furiously to think up the scenarios that would grant him the answer.

[Aubs]

The streets of Melbourne had been surprisingly quiet tonight. Walking down the sidewalk had been a curly haired man accompanied with a beautiful brunette woman. The couple continued to walk down the streets not saving any time what-so-ever showing affection toward one another.
“You’re beautiful,” the man spoke confidently as he eyed the woman up and down. Feeling on her body seductively, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispered, nuzzling into her neck with more kisses. As the woman loudly giggled, the couple soon came to a stop at what seemed to be a restaurant named, Nobu.



Once inside, the couple had been stopped by a maître d' at his front desk. The inside of the restaurant had been spectacular with a very refined modernism look to it. Being as late as it was, it had been quite emptied actually. More so than usual. “Welcome to Nobu. I’m Yancy. And do you two have reservations?” The man asked as he glanced down at a book.
“We actually do,” the curly man announced. “They’re under Leighton, first name Asher. I made them about an hour ago.” As he spoke, the woman happily smiled. Her arm had been looped around his with each of their hands intertwined as well. It was the appearance of the perfect couple. After being taken to their seats, the two of them continued to display their affection for one another particularly Asher, a guy who had definitely had his difficulties with women earlier in his life, not to mention his run ins with trouble in general.

Since leaving Seattle and running away from The Syndicate, he found himself in Melbourne, Australia with a girlfriend and a much matured frame of mind. He’d grown out of his lazy nature and seemed to be taking his life a little bit more seriously than he had two years prior to now. While he was still lively and enthusiastic like a kid, he knew when to be mature unlike how he used to be. He was still his outgoing self, just a lot more grown. He loved his new life. He had enjoyed his girlfriend, Marie, and he had loved the house the two of them had shared next to the wonderful beach. He had liked his decision to return to school, something that definitely was working out for him now despite his lack of efforts years ago. Life was just so much better for him. There was one thing he lacked even though he had had everything he could have possibly wanted. Despite his calm life in Australia, Asher craved one thing.. closure. He needed to end the riff he had back in Seattle with his old organization. There was no way he could go back there as himself though. He was bound to be killed, which was why he had escaped when he did.

I can’t go back… at least not alone. Had been a thought to process throughout his head during his entire time away. Every day for the past two years had consisted of him thinking of the scene in his bedroom, a gun pointed toward his face, when the quake or whatever it had been had happened. While he certainly had been used to guns being pointed at his face, he knew that during that time the gun Famine had pointed at him was meant to silence him for good. The bullets in that gun were meant to end his life. He had no choice but to run, who could have stayed in a situation like that?

“Asher, sweetie, the man here wants to take your order.” Marie announced, as she glanced over to a waiter next to them.
“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” Asher calmly spoke, placing his hand into his curly locks. “I’ll uh.. I’ll just uh, have a Caesar salad.” Standing up, he looked over at Marie. “I’m sorry, I have to take a quick leak. I’ll be right back.”

Walking into the restroom, Asher went about his business when he heard the door open. Glancing over, he saw that no one had been there which had caused him to tense up some. “That was fucking weird,” he said to himself as he finished and proceeded to wash his hands. “Maybe I’m hearing things..”

[OOC: Grimn, this is the lead up to where your new character approaches Asher. I won't post until that happens. lol XD]

[Grimn]

The man walked down the brightly lit street, neon signs advertising the numerous restaurants and night clubs that littered the downtown metropolis. It had taken quite a while but the objective had been complete. He had expected it to take a while to locate the target, he was one of the Syndicate’s top employees in disguise and espionage. “Or former top employee” thought the man, approaching a door and walking into the brightly lit restaurant. He had read the file and examined the little information that had been gathered about that day. Apparently some house cleaning needed to be done and this Ashur fellow was on the top of the list. He had managed to escape from the inner sanctum of the criminal organization and that in itself was a very large accomplishment; an accomplishment that was only surpassed by remaining alive for two years after escaping despite the Syndicate sending their assassins after him. This man would prove a useful piece in toppling the organization that had run the world for far too long. The man continued to walk through the restaurant, his suit allowing him to blend in well with the other nicely dressed couples that littered the eatery. His black hair was slightly messy, but his face was dead set in seriousness. With an out stretched hand the man pushed open the bathroom door and entered, quickly entering a nearby stall. He could see the target tense up at first at the sound of the opening door and the seemingly absence of a intruder. Then he relaxed and went to wash his hands. As he bent down to splash some water on his face the man exited the stall and stood behind him. The man looked back up into the mirror just as the black haired man rasped “Hello Ashur, we need to have a talk”.

[Aubs]

As he washed his hands, Asher began to hear more sounds. He heard the stall door behind him finally creak open and the sound of footsteps creeping up to him while he began to slash water on his face. It was then when he heard his name that panic had set in. Fuck! He thought, as he lifted his head up and blankly stare into the mirror, avoiding the man behind him. He desperately hoped this man wasn’t from the Syndicate and hadn’t been there to off him. There was a likelihood of ninety nine point nine percent of this man being a complete coincidence, but he was sure it wasn’t. How could he of possibly knew his name? I don’t know what to fucking do! I pray that Marie is alright. Asher thought, taking a quick glance at the man with his peripheral vision. I definitely wouldn’t be able to take him in a fight and I doubt he’d give me much of a chance to run, so I don’t have much or a choice do I? If he’s here to kill me and I’m going to take that as a BIG IF, then I can’t do anything about it. I’ve been free for more than two years, that’s a fucking accomplishment! What other person would be able to say they did that? None, ‘cause I’m sure their asses are already dead! He slowly turned off the water to the sink’s faucet. Be brave Ash, you’ve lasted this long with your instincts there’s no way why you should ignore them now! When the time comes, it comes. There's nothing you can do about it.

Taking a deep sigh, Asher turned around and faced the man. “What do you want?”

[PsychoKath]

A dangerous smile played on her lips, she loved it when she got to do something other than deal with the delicate politics of the Syndicate. Mirage got to kill all of the time; its wasn't often that Miero got the chance to. This was going to be fun.

"You got it Guilly, back in a jiff!" She waved goodbye and grabbed the file from his desk. People were going to die soon. No later than 10 minutes after she'd left Guilly's office she was on her own private jet- invisible to al technology, of course.

Miero leafed through the file, memorizing its contents and discussing with her sisters the best course of action.


(OOC: Crap post, but I'm too distracted and nobody is waiting on me anyways, so we're good. have a better one up soon.)

[Aubs]

Stuck in the bathroom in a dangerous encounter with a stranger, Asher continued to stand at the sinks as he and the man stare at each other. His gray eyes examined not only the man, but his entire surroundings. He needed to strategize in case there were a slight possibility he would be able to escape, although his chance stood very, very slim unlike the last time as there was little room to move around in the tiny washroom.
Even after being face to face for a period of time, the man in front of Asher still hadn’t spoken another word, causing Asher to worry to himself. The silence was definitely something that bothered him.

What is this dumbass thinking? Asher thought, biting down on his lower lip some out of nervousness. I can’t bear to stand here any longer, but what am I going to do? There’s nothing I can do. I mean, I could fight this guy but what if he’s strapped, which I’m more than ninety nine point nine percent sure he is. I certainly can’t out run a fucking bullet, now can I?

Asher blinked, then finally decided to speak again. “Look man,” he said, beginning to move some. “I don’t know what you want, but I’m in the middle of a date right now. Not to be rude or anything by leaving, but my girl has been waiting for a while now back at our table. So if you will excuse me..” He turned toward the door and slowly inched his way over, making sure he kept the man in his peripheral vision in case he were to attack from behind. Maybe you’re going to get away, Ash. He thought getting closer to the door. Or maybe this guy was just a coincidence or something..

If only Asher's life was as simple as he wished it to be, away from the hustle and bustle of Seattle. Little did he know was that danger was able to follow him anywhere he went. It was just a matter of figuring out if this was one of those times. Hopefully not.

[Grimn]

The man simply stood there, his eyes running up and down Ashur, examining him to his very core. He could tell that he was uneasy but spending the last two years constantly looking over your shoulder would probably do that to an individual. Ashur began to slowly edge towards the door, obviously wanting to escape the situation. Finally the man spoke, breaking the silence that had hung in the air. “I am here as a friend” began the man. “I can assure you that your date is in good company still and I would like for you to hear me out before leaving. I represent a group that has been put together to take down the group known as The Syndicate” said the man, his eyes piercing into Ashur’s. “You must understand that while our task force has been put together by several influential partners, we are not really an official form of the law. I’m sure you are aware of the fiasco that was the last task force that attempted to take down the Syndicate. They were fools who believed the best way to take them down was a full hearty frontal assault that ended in the deaths of numerous agents. My task force on the other hand will do things much more subtly. We have already begun laying the groundwork and early tests have yielded the results that I had anticipated” said the man. “I want to know if I can count you among the rest of my group? You have a vendetta against them and by helping us take them down you would be able to rest knowing you and your…girlfriend were safe” rasped the man. “Think about it at least” finished the man, reaching into his coat and handing over a pristine white business card that read “Project K” in block letters. Underneath the name was a printed phone number. “You have one week to call before we assume you are disinterested” said the man, turning and walking out of the bathroom.

[Aubs]

Sighing a huge sigh of relief, Asher watched as the man left the bathroom. “Wow,” Asher simply spoke to himself, staring down at the card in his hand. “I have to be so fucking lucky to be able to survive death this many times. I can’t believe this- I guess it means something or- No, it’s obviously luck.” He silently mouthed off the words on the card, as well as the number. “Hm,” He put the card into his left pants pocket, then slowly caressed his face. “Help them take down The Syndicate, eh? The chips are certainly stacking up in my favor, I’ve been wanting to get the chance to do that ever since I got run out of Seattle. Maybe now’s the perfect opportunity to get the revenge I’ve always wanted? That guy-” He paused, as he heard the bathroom door open. Glancing through the sink mirror, he noticed it was another man. He seemed far harmless than the stranger had encountered earlier. Asher turned the knob to the hot water and calmly listened to the noise fill the room. He needed to gather himself before going back out to Marie. This was all one huge clusterfuck, but when in his life wasn’t it?
I have to do this- There will never be the perfect chance like this one. That guy has to be legit. I’ve been around many phonies in my life and he seemed to know what he’s doing. I was afraid of ol’ dude. Letting out a slight chuckle, he splashed a bit of water on his face. Turning the water off, he exited the bathroom and went back to his table. Smiling, he immediately saw Marie. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.