The Syndicate

[Grimn]

Guilford listened to the man as he attempted to insult Guilford with his petty insults. “Mr. Luna I can assure you that my sources are quite good at what they do and that I simply come to you in order to determine your level of involvement in this game” said Guilford. “As for your feeble attempts at what I am assuming are insults towards both myself and my organization I can only say that you should ensure you have all of your affairs in order before making blatant comments. Some of the other members do not share that same mercy that I do” finished Guilford looking at the man. “Unfortunately this part is over and I must make my next move” said Guilford looking at the man. Luna picked up his shot glass and dropped it on the lamp. Guilford calmly sat in his chair as the room went entirely black and the sound of footsteps could be heard. “Once again destiny has been bent to my will” thought Guilford calmly placing his hands behind him on the chair. Soon afterwards the door burst open and two detectives stood there with their guns drawn. “Mr. Luna you are under arrest” said the large man, silhouetted in the door frame. “We searched your car and found the body of a prostitute, she has been carved up just like the rest” he said. Guilford merely watched as the two entered the room and turned on the lights. “Sir if you don’t mind I am going to take my leave” murmured Guilford. “It has been a stressful day and obviously my lawyer has much bigger problems at the moment than my own” he said slowly getting up and walking out of the door. As he neared the door frame he turned and looked at Mr. Luna. “I do hope you get all of your information correct in order to sort these things out” rasped Guilford before leaving. “It was a pity for Guilford had judged the man not guilty and yet he would have to pay the price, just as so many others had done due to his silver tongue” thought Guilford.

As he walked out of the door Guilford merely snapped his fingers and walked out of the main lobby’s door. Guilford walked down the street and was soon approached by a black sedan. He quietly got into the car and allowed himself to be whisked away. After a short ride he arrived at the Syndicate’s Headquarters and boarded the elevator. The small microphone beeped again in his ear and another message was delivered. “Rosa has been abducted and her location is currently unknown. The kidnapper is expected to be Valentine and he has threatened to execute Rosa if any attempt is made to rescue her. Also Mirage is currently in route to eliminate a possible threat to the Syndicate. Finally sir, there have been some strange messages sent out from the floor that belongs to Gwyn. The messages were far to encrypted for us to figure out anytime soon but it seems worth investigating” finished the Acolyte. “Good job on setting up the scenario” rasped Guilford. “Thank you my lord” responded the Acolyte before terminating the connection. The elevator stopped and Guilford exited onto a floor that was filled with computers and other electronics equipment. He silently walked until he found Gwyn, crouched over a computer, as usual. “Gwyn there has been some troubling things that have come to my attention. “Will I have to pass judgment on you as well” he questioned, placing his arms behind his back and stiffening slightly.

[Weremouse]

Gwyn wasn't facing the door when Guilford walked in.

“Gwyn there has been some troubling things that have come to my attention. Will I have to pass judgment on you as well?" Gwyn heard him say. She almost yelped, but caught herself. She was so sure her message was untracable! She slowly turned around in her chair, composing herself as she moved to face the man.

"Hello Guilford - what seems to be the problem?" she asked, putting on a very innocent, young face. Her heart was racing - she was scared stiff. She decided to play dumb until he told her what he knew.

[Aubs]

Asher soon read off the restaurant to his driver and waited to be dropped off at his location. While anticipation the encounter, he felt quite nervous as this was his first real assignment on his own. Being a newer member in The Syndicate had been a large hump to travel past as many of his colleagues took him and the other younger generation of members less seriously. Asher really never got the chance to do anything, but now was his chance and he needed to not screw up anything.
The cab stopped less than a half hour in front of a small building. It apparently had been Asher’s destination. He paid the driver the measly twenty fifty that he owed him and stepped out of the cab. As he placed his feet on the ground, he immediately face planted the concrete. Standing up he sighed to himself. “God, my first mission and I eat the pavement! I fail at life sometimes.”


He glanced around to see if anyone had seen what had happened and sighed with relief once he noticed no one looking his way.
He hadn’t realized the people behind him laughing though. “Aha-ha. Pretty funny, right? Some goober eats concrete and you take it upon yourself to laugh. Am I right?”
An old man continued to chuckle out of the entire cluster of people surrounding him. Asher wasn’t bothering him. If anything, the old man thought Asher was an idiot like pretty much every person Asher had met.
Pissed, Asher responded with, “Well, have a fun time remembering this when your Alzheimer’s kicks in you geezer!” and walking into the building he was supposed to go in. Upon entering, Asher knew he was to keep some kind of cover, as anything was possible. He didn’t immediately search for Rosa, but coincidentally spotted her and a man seated at a table near the far side of the room. Asher walked up to the hostess and got a table of his own. He pulled out his phone and began to text Gwyn back.

Gwyn, I’m here at the place. She’s hear with some guy.
I’ll just wait here and pretend as if I’m here for uh…. Eating. I was pretty hungry already.

Text back.
Peace,
Asher.

He sighed, watching his chef prepare his food. You can do this dude. You can do this. You won't fail bro, you won't. You're a skilled informant who can be a hero! You will not FAIL. Well, at least not immediately. . . .

[Grimn]

Guilford looked at Gwyn as she stammered out her response. “It is as I fear then” he thought. “Do not mistake the mercy of others as the Syndicate’s true nature” rasped Guilford to the girl. “Even if you are merely a child there will be no salvation for one that betrays our organization. I hope that you are able to see the light and come back to the righteous path” finished Guilford with a murmur, his arms relaxing. He turned to leave and re-entered the elevator. “Remember you are not the only computer specialist in this organization. Although none of my Acolytes match up to your skill, the numbers counter act this disadvantage” said Guilford as the silver door closed and sent him down to the floor below. “This organization is not what it once was” thought the man. “It was once a tight knit core that did not fluctuate at the slightest twinge. Now it seems there are many that do not feel the same. Rosa is a temporary replacement but it will require Neve’s presence in order to fully restore the family to what it should be” thought the man. “Perhaps until then I should set my next plan in motion” he thought, arriving at the bottom floor. He exited and walked past the numerous banks of computers and monitors that were on the wall. “Raphael to me” murmured Guilford. A man in a crimson coat walked up beside Guilford. “Yes my lord” said the man. “I want to check on the progress of Principle K” rasped Guilford. “Yes sir” murmured Raphael. The two men walked through the rows of monitors until they came upon a metal doorway. Guilford and Raphael both inserted keys and turned at the same time. They entered a dark hallway and walked to the other end where another door stood. Guilford stood on a metal plate in the floor and pressed his eye into a scanner while reciting the pass code. “All enemies shall fall before the righteous warrior” rasped Guilford. The retina and voice patterns were scanned simultaneously and the door hissed open quietly. Had an intruder attempted to get into the door then 10,000 volts of electricity would have been sent through them from the metal plate below. Guilford and Raphael entered a pristine white room with numerous pieces of medical equipment spread all around them. A single individual approached them. The man was clad in surgeon’s garbs and had a mask over a large portion of his face. “Doctor what is the progress of principle K” rasped Guilford. “All subjects are completed and multiple test scenarios have been run and successfully completed” said the mechanical voice that emanated from the surgeon. “Good” said Guilford, looking at the four human sized test tubes that stood against the far wall. “I wish to watch the scenarios in order to gauge the readiness of the subjects” rasped Guilford. “This way” responded the mechanical voice. Guilford sat at a computer terminal and watched as a video feed began to play.

The city lay in ruins around the advancing party. The soldiers all walked down the street, their weapons held loosely in their hands. They yelled to one another and made jokes, the men at ease coming from their last victory. The man watched these soldiers from afar, through binoculars. This would be the initiation of the new program, his new program. For countless months he had invested time and money into a new program and he was about to see the fruits of his labors. This war mattered not to him; to him it was merely another way to turn a profit. The soldiers he was watching were local militia, just coming off of a victory and looking to celebrate. There were close to one hundred militia men in the group that he was watching, each outfitted in street clothes carrying AK’s or other small arms. The man watching picked up a radio that stood beside him. “Send in Heavyarms” spoke the man into the radio. Nearby a helicopter roared towards the small army. The men stopped and looked up, somewhat startled by the unforeseen threat. Two buildings ran parallel to each other, enclosing the men. The helicopter cam to a hover about thirty yards in front of the men and about twenty feet off of the ground. The militia men began to yell and scream, loading their weapons and aiming at the chopper. The back door of the helicopter opened and a large object fell out of it. The chopper took off as soon as the object left its bay and the dust settled as the object stood up from the small crater it had created. The hulking man that stood before the militia was quite intimidating. He stood close to 6’5” and encasing his entire body was what seemed to be thick metal armor. The fact that he could very well stand, let alone move freely, under that amount of weight was nothing short of astonishing. The man looked out from his metallic mask and stared at all of the angry looking soldiers. Suddenly a burst of fire rang out which ignited gunfire from all of the militia. The bullets rang all around the man but it seemed as if but only a few of the many bullets actually connected. The ones that did connect however seemed to merely bounce off of the metallic covering. The soldiers stopped firing and looked at the man. “He he” laughed the man, reaching behind his back. “My turn” he said as he withdrew two large looking objects from off of his back and hooking them onto his arms. The objects were in fact two gatling guns that were situated on a shield like device that slid over the forearm of the man. Each arm held two gatling guns and ammo belts ran from the man’s arms to his back. He brought the weapons up and two small metal plates extended from his lower back to brace the twin guns off of. In a fury the guns exploded, dealing hot death to all in front of the man. “Ha ha, surely you cannot hope to win a war with such few capable soldiers” laughed the man, sweeping the army in front of him. “Come on someone give me a challenge” pleaded the man, still laughing. He continued firing until his guns started to spin and click from depletion of ammunition. “Ah, is it over already” said the man, hinting at sadness. He looked out in front of him and saw all of the bodies. “Well this was no fun, next time...” the man was cut off as he fell down. The man watching from his binoculars spoke into the radio again. “Test subject Heavyarms success. “Magnetic bullet repulsion technology successful, subject psychosis level tolerable, only shortcoming is over expenditure of ammunition given” said the man. “Bring in a team for collection and prepare for test subject two codename Chameleon” said the man, getting up.

Guilford simply watched as the next video began to play.

The commando unit moved stealthily through the abandoned warehouse. The group consisted of six members, all highly trained from the United Kingdom. Currently they were on assignment in Bolivia attempting to rescue hostages that were being held by a terrorist faction. The group moved quietly, their automatic weapons held high. They had been doing this for quiet some time and were well aware of what needed to be done for their job to be a success. “Activate codename Chameleon” said a far off voice. The man opened his eyes and realized he was in a large warehouse. He looked out from his helmet that completely surrounded his head. On the outside it appeared as if there was a single red eye on the face of the man. The rest of his body was encased in a light weight suit. However the man was flawlessly blended in with the wall he was currently up against. He could not remember how he got here but that did not matter. He had been briefed on his mission before and just as always when he awoke he was where he needed to be, they saw to that. The man surveyed his surroundings before moving. His suit perfectly bent the light until it completely made him appear non existent. The technology was superior to anything anyone else possessed but that was to be expected from his employer. Not only did the suit replicate his surroundings it allowed him to be transparent by bending the light ever so slightly. The broken down old warehouse seemed to creak and grown with every gust of wind, the roof long since gone opened up to the overcast sky. The man slowly walked, noise repressors actively canceling out his outward noise production. He walked up behind the first man and looked at him. At this moment this man did not realize that his life was in another’s hands. He had not control over what the outcome would be and therefore he was simply a spectator. “Are we all not spectators” questioned the man to himself. “Are any of us really able to control what impact we have on life” he continued. The man allowed a slender katana to appear in his arms, the light no longer being bent around it. In a sudden motion he drew the blade and the first commando fell silently. In a rush the next was done with a strike to the back. The man in the suit laid on the ground, allowing the light to bend around him once again, and watched as two more commandos walked over to where the slain members lay. In a flash he kicked out and brought the two commandos down before sending them to the same fate as their squad mates. That left two more members to deal with. The man brought another member down without trouble and looked for the last one. He was staring at the bodies of his slain comrades. There were no bullet cases and no shots had been fired. No noise of a struggle had even been heard and what he saw defied everything he had been taught. It was at that moment that his mind tottered over the edge. He began unloading his rifle’s clip all around him. Shooting at everything, attempting to somehow hit the unseen enemy that had so handily eliminated the entire team he had been a part of. The man in the suit watched this and wondered. “This man has gone from being so disciplined to a mere leadhead” he thought. “Why is it that soldier’s minds are so delicately balanced on the edge? Is it because of the travesties that we are forced to see and act on throughout our daily routine? Or perhaps it is because we are less than human” he thought to himself. The man allowed his suit to become visible and he walked up to the man. The red eye examined the now terrified soldier. The man inside the mask frowned a little in sadness. In a motion the man fell to the floor and the man in the suit had once again disappeared. Soon he would fall unconscious like after all of their missions, the man in the suit knew. “It was how things were and there was nothing he could do nothing to change it” he thought. Suddenly an electric current was sent to the chip implanted in the base of his skull. The man dropped to the ground and became visible. “Test trial Chameleon successful” said the man into the radio. “Test subject shows extraordinary reflexes and agility as well as ability to set and execute traps. Stealth camouflage technology is flawless. Only drawback is subject’s apparent self reflection of actions, recommend research into drug series that may counteract this” said the man into the radio. “Send collection team and prepare for next test trial” he concluded into his radio.

Guilford had only seen half of the experiments and already he was greatly pleased with the results. “Raphael I want you to inform the Acolytes that we are moving into phase three of the operation effective in one hour’s time” rasped Guilford. “Yes my lord” said Raphael crossing his arm across his torso and giving a small bow before leaving. Guilford returned his attention to the video monitor and booted up the next video.
The man peered into the two inch diameter that was his world. The small circle was his life, his passion, his purpose. The only things that mattered in his life could be seen through this small little window. The man had awoken, like always, already peering out through this little window. This time he was able to see a very small rooftop walkway. On one side was a helipad and on the other was a reinforced building. He had already been briefed that his target would soon walk the six feet from the building to the helipad. This was his moment of opportunity, his only opportunity. The building that target was in was reinforced with steel so even a small bomb blast would leave barely a scratch on the outer wall. The location he was in was remote enough that any attack would be repelled by the target’s private army. The man continued to stare out at his world. “With this power I hold life in my hands” he thought. “This allows me to be like a god, no this allows me to carry out his divine will” thought the man. “I alone have the power to decide whether someone lives or dies. It is not based upon their actions but merely my whim” he said, a small laugh playing in his voice. The man was close to seventeen miles away from the target, lying down. His rifle was easily twenty feet long, the collapsible barrels fully extended with each of their mounts lying on the ground. New weaponry like this was standard for the man. The eye that was looking through the scope was merely a robotic implant that fed distance, wind speed, and necessary adjustments to the man on a constant basis. The large caliber bullet that his gun was loaded with, the only bullet in the man’s gun, would be more than enough to carry out the job. Suddenly a door opened and the time had arrived. The man looked at the other man. He was cleanly dressed, a fresh suit and shaven face, and walked with an air of confidence about him. He took the first step and the man lying down studied him. By the time the second and third steps had been taken the necessary adjustments had been made. The man in the suit took his fourth step and the man lying down began to think. “I have judged you and have found you not worthy” he laughed to himself. The man took his fifth step, one away from the waiting helicopter and then vanished as the bullet ripped into him. The man lying down stood up and allowed the barrels to collapse into themselves so that the gun was only four feet long. The bandages that completely wrapped around the man’s head wavered a bit in the wind. “I am the judge that will determine who is worthy to…” the man was cut off as he fell down. Some distance off in a helicopter a man raised a radio to his mouth. “Codename Longshot, test sequence successful” he said. “Subject shows excellent poise and ability to make quick adjustments. Possible narcissism and god complex beginning to become prevalent in subject. Recommend mental conditioning against all forms of self esteem” said the man. “Send in a clean up team and prepare for the next subject’s trial” he finished.

Guilford booted up the last video and crossed his legs as he prepared to watch the last video.

The two Russian soldiers stood near one another inside the chemical research facility. They conversed quietly, their automatic rifles hanging slackly at their side. The man in full military dress walked down the hallway, his shiny black boots making soft clicking noises as they touched the tiled floor. The two soldiers instantly became alert and saluted the man. The man returned the salute. His soft blonde hair peaked out from beneath the officer’s cap. He looked up, his eyes showing a bit of malice. “Open the door for me” said the man. The two soldiers instantly turned around and inserted matching keys into the heavily armored door behind them. Simultaneously they turned the key and the door slid open. “Thank you” said the man, pulling two silver revolvers out and ending the two soldier’s lives. The barrels stood smoking as the man entered through the door. “Well thank you comrade for you support of the mother land” quipped the man, stepping through the door. He entered into a large laboratory style room and walked amongst the tables and beakers, chemicals bubbling everywhere. The man approached a small looking scientist and tapped him on the shoulder. The scientist turned around and stammered “Listen I am very busy,….”. He trailed off and stared at the man. The uniformed officer stood there, a sick smile spreading across his lips. “I am here for the formula for the hallucinogenic that you have developed” said the man. “Here just don’t kill me” stammered the scientist, hastily handing over a small slip of paper he retrieved from inside his coat pocket to the man. The uniformed officer looked at the little man and smiled. “Let us see what fate has planned for you” he laughed. He reached behind him and pulled out a third revolver. He emptied the chambers of the guns and inserted three bullets into each gun. He tossed one revolver into the air and began to juggle the three guns. In a flash he caught one and brought it up and pulled the trigger. A click was heard and the man quickly threw the gun up to keep the juggling act going. Another flick and click occurred and the juggling act was set into motion once again. “One last time” laughed the man.
In a small room filled with monitors another man watched. The uniformed soldier was walking back out of the laboratory and on another camera he could see the body of the scientist. “Codename Six Shot test trial success” said the man. “Subject demonstrates ability to catch unsuspecting opponents off guard and carry out his mission” said the man. “Subject however….toys with non factors in the mission unnecessarily, recommended immediate psychotherapy to remedy this situation” said the man into the microphone. “Send a cleanup team” said the man, getting up from the chair he was sitting in.

Guilford smiled a cruel smile as he finished watching the videos. “I want them all awoken and ready to serve me” rasped Guilford. The surgeon walked off, preparing to carry out his orders. “It is time for my four horsemen to serve me” thought Guilford getting up and leaving the room.

[PsychoKath]

When Mirage went back to her rooms she cleaned the blood off of her chain and wrapped it once again around her waist. After that, it took only a few minutes to pull up a picture of Seth Veguna and tap into the facial recognition system located into the cities cameras. Thiry seconds later she was out of headquarters and en route to intercepting him. From what she could tell of his photo he wasn't much older than she was, which only meant he would have quick reflexes.

She wasn't worried.

She used the alleys and back streets so that she could pop out just behind him. She saw him check his phone, and she chose that moment to surge out from behind the dumpster towards him. When he turned around asking who was there, she slide into view and grabbed him by the shoulders; she darted back into the alley and swung him into the wall of the building. From there, shifting in and out of view in the distinct way that were how she earned her name, she grabbed the chains from around her waist and whipped them so that the wrapped around his wrist.

Before shifting back into view she pulled tight on her chains and placed her right foot roughly on his chest so that he was trapped. The coldness in her eyes would stop him from shouting. SMiling her bloodthirsty smile, she spoke.

"What all do you know?"

[Shorik]

Whoever this woman was, she was fast. Before Seth knew it, he was trapped on the ground, pretty much at the woman's mercy. Then again, he could always morph his left arm into a slender weapon or tool that would allow movement of that arm... But to do so right away wouldn't be wise...
"I don't know anything!" the mercenary protested, "Who are you anyways?"

[PsychoKath]

Keeping one foot on his chest she brought the other around and kicked him in the head, glareing.

"YOu know damned well who I am- in fact, you said my name just before you turned around and found me waiting for you. And," she paused so that she could twist the chains she had around his wrists so that they were interwined around his neck as well. She pulled slightly to show that even the slightest movement would cut his skin- his wrists were already bleeding, "I'm willing to bet that your buddy Darren told you heaps more information about me other than that i exsisted. But you don't need to worry about that traitor any more- he's dead. You'll be next if you don't tell me everything, right now, before i loose my temper." Her voice was even, and her eyes bore into his- searching for any of the tells which would let her know he was hiding something.

Of course, there was no limit to how long she would wait for him to speak- Mirage had no emotions. She had no temper, just a cold, unfeeling drive to kill.

[Shorik]

Seth grunted as the pressure from the chians was increased. Apparently this Mirage woman was convinced he had information that he.. well, didn't have!
"I swear to you, I don't know anything." he said, "I only know your name from this text I just got."
He motioned to his cell phone which had fallen out of his hand when Mirage had jumped him.
"I don't know who sent it."

[PsychoKath]

He was telling the truth- but that didn't mean she believed him about everything. Growling she quicklly bent and grabbed the phone, tightening her grip on the chains so they cut his skin- to ensure that he didn't try anything while she was distracted.

Sure enough, there was a message warning him that she was on her way. There was yet another rat in the Syndicate who knew she exsisted- at this rate she'd be able to come out of hiding. But no, that was only to happen as a last resort. Blankly she dropped the phone on the ground and smashed it to bits with her boot. She then turned to Seth and pulled him closer using the chains so that their faces were scant inches from each other.

"Stay away frm the Syndicate, and you'll live," Mirage told him coldly, "ANd just remember, I don't exsist."

With that, both she and her chains disappeared.

A few blocks away from Syndicate HQ Mirage had to stop- sh had a headache that was causing ripples of pain all over her body. There was no way to stop it- Mirei wanted control of her body and she wanted it NOW. Finally, she got it.

Mirei sighed as she saw the blood on Mirage's chains, slowly she made her way back into HQ and to her apartment where she climbed out of Mirage's things and into her own outift. There she sat for a moment to gather herself.

[Shorik]

"Stay away from the Syndicate?" Seth contemplated as he got up. Sure, he would normally do just that... However, it was his job to take them down.. That, and there was a feeling inside him that urged to find out more.
"Fat chance Mirage..." he said, walking out of the alley.

With no leads to go on at the moment, Seth decided to meander the streets for a bit.. At least to walk off the pain from the cuts Mirage gave him.

[Gafe]

A man with perfectly combed hair looked at the two detectives with guns, and shot another glance at the man who'd been in the office labeled 'Lawyer Luna". His face was almost completely hidden by the darkness inside the office.
Why were the detectives pointing the guns at him? He hadn't done anything! Nothing even the slightest bit resembling the murder of two prostitutes. Why. . . it wasn't him! Couldn't the detectives see that? He didn't look like Luna. . . wait. . . he did at that moment. Oh no. . . the armed officers thought he was Luna. But he wasn't! Oh god, oh god. . . "No. . . you've got it all wrong!"
"Put your hands in the air and come out, Mr. Luna!" Such was the detectives' answer.
Never! He couldn't even have some sort of police record on his name. Accursed Luna, he'd told him the job would be do nothing and get payed. He looked at the men with the guns and whispered a soft "No" before turning around and making a run for it.

Saul Luna was on the fire escapes by the time some gunshots were fired, followed by a heavy thump on the floor. The man made some sort of noise, a mix between a sigh and a chuckle. Behold the Seattle Police Department, shoot immediately after the suspect runs. The Syndicate had filled the department with fear, shootings were almost a panoramic sound now. Of course, those shot were usually innocent or unproven suspects, but for every truckload of them there was an actual 'bad guy' shot. It's worthwhile to say the SPD aimed for the head and neck, thus killing most victims, be them innocen or guilty.
As Saul finished climbing down, he dared a look up. No one was following him. Good. Poor guy upstairs, killed by the SPD after a visit by a Syndicate member because of a framing of the worst kind. He didn't sympathize with him too much though, he was his body double and the exact same could've happened to Saul himself. He got what he deserved, if only he hadn't made a run for it out of hiding after Luna had short circuited the lamp maybe he'd still be alive.
The lawyer walked through a dark street, cautiously as his car was nearby. He wanted to sneak a peek at everyone around the crime scene. The facts of his near-assassination or near-arrest went very deep. The man who'd visited him had admitted to being part of the Syndicate, just before he was framed. SUspicious, very. Of course, Missy and Marcus had visited him before the Syndicate man. Because of these thoughts, Saul wasn't surprised at seeing them in the crime scene, next to his car and a defiled body. CSI had already arrived, that had been quick.
Saul turned in midstride and went back to the darkness. Valentine, it would be good if he could contact him some way or another. And Irene, his ever-loyal secretary, had to be found too, before anything overcame her. Rosalie? Not really, that woman had too many cases tied to Saul Luna, valuable client but not valuable enough. Marcus and Missy? Oh yeah, they could expect a visit soon. Come to think of it. . . maybe he wasn't quite done with Ezekiel Young either.
Saul Luna had been ruined beyond repair by whoever had framed him, presumably the Syndicate. He regretted nothing.

He could always return to being what he once had been.
Oh yes.

[Weremouse]

Guilford spoke several harsh words to Gwyn - enough to make her squirm in her seat, but he left as abruptly as he came. Meanwhile, red letters scrolled across her vision, following whatever Mirage was doing, and in doing so, following Seth. She watched as he acted like an idiot and took a total beating. Angry at his lack of progress, she threw her phone against the wall. She needed a new one anyway, one external from the Syndicate.

As she left her office, she flicked a switch, turning off all her computer junk. She may be working for the biggest crime buisness in Seattle, but she was eco-concious about it.

She ran over to the local Rogers and quickly bought herself two crappy 10$ phones. One to hook up with the Syndicate account, and one to mess with to see if she could get more information to Seth and anyone else who was working for her cause.

Gwyn's phone buzzed, sending her a missed text that didn't make it to her last phone - a message from Asher. Since she didn't have anything to do, she decided to answer Asher in person, as well as she had a potential ally there - Rosa's captor.
Grabbing her Syndicate phone, she quickly texted a 40 character code to her main computers IP, which quickly texted back the location Rosa and Asher were now hiding at. Gwyn slowly walked to the location. As she reached it, she walked in and dismissed the waitress, walking directly to where Asher was (she recognized him through his clothes) and sat right down in front of him.

"So, how did that rescue mission go?"

Asher looked like he was about to stutter a response, either in code or just a "what are you doing here?", but she cut him off.

"You know, the dog that was caught in the fence? Remember? I had to leave before you managed to pull him out.."

[Eva]

Rosa stood up slowly. "So be it. Do to me what you will." she said. Rosa's voice held no emotion. No fear, no anger. She was ready. She'd been ready for so long. If she had to die, at least it would be for some sort of reason- maybe if she died, Neve would finally understand something. Yes, that worked out. Rosa felt a calm wash over her; a Nirvana? Maybe.

"Where do we go next, Valentine? Just do what you must for your plans. I have no interest in your motivation, your methods, or your desires. Use my life, my status as you see fit. I've nothing left to say to you." Rosa took her bag and walked over to the restaurant's entrance. There, she waited for Cyrus. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the seconds fill her. Yes.

She would die, or she wouldn't. No use worrying over it.

[Vale]

::Eva, if you're not a fan of it, disregard it::
Cyrus sighed as he got up and followed her to the door.
"The Syndicate isn't the only corporation which has advanced technology. Your death is a special one, you..." He paused... "You were beautiful once Rosa....a long time ago. Now, I don't even know who you are anymore."

She had her face, physically Rosa was everything that she once was, but her mind was different...it couldn't have been the same one. Just...coincidence.

"You say you care little for the outcomes of your fate, but you know..." Cyrus placed his hand on her shoulder. "You've been dying for years, and only just now has it begun to take hold. I won't slice you up like the girls before you, I won't string you out like your male driver." He spoke as he gestured to the spot where Rosa's car was, only to find blood slowly seeping through the door of the car. "If it helps....I tried killing you 10 minutes ago and 10 years ago." Cyrus spoke as he began to walk out.

"If you live, then I was wrong. If you don't, then You were right." He spoke as he left the hibachi bar and began to walk down the street, pausing a few feet away.

"It's funny how the years treat people" He spoke as he vanished into the shadows of Seattle.

[Aubs]

“Wha-” Asher scoffed on the food in his mouth, almost choking a bit as his eyes met face to face with Gwyn’s. She cut him off before he could even get a complete word out so she could speak.
“You know, the dog that was caught in the fence? Remember? I had to leave before you managed to pull him out..”
Asher caught on to what she was doing, obviously speaking code to disguise the two of them. He could still see Rosa and the man she was with out of his peripherals except not as much as he would have wanted seeing that Gwyn was pretty much taking up all his attention. “I got her out…” He paused, seeing Rosa stand and exit the building.
He leaned in toward Gwyn. “Come on, we have to follow after them!” He whispered with much force in his voice as he stood to get ready to rush for the door.
If he dares lay a hand on Rosa, I'll, I'll kill him myself!
He turned back toward Gwyn. "Hurry, we can't allow them to get too far away."

Asher ran for the door to see Rosa standing completely alone. The man she had been with had been gone from an assumption Asher made. Hopefully this was not some kind of trap, but it didn't matter now as Asher risked his own life by running after the both of them.
"Rosa," He quietly spoke, moving in closer to the woman. "Are, are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" He removed the scully from off of his head and stood in the awkward silence between the two hoping Rosa would speak up. But he knew had he been in the exact same situation with his life on the brink of extension then he knew he wouldn't been so keen on someone breathing down his neck as well. "Who was that man, Rose? How does he know you?"