Oct 18 23:04:02 105 PA
From Chronicles
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The night air is chilly, but fortunately there is but a light breeze to go along with an equally light cloud cover. The moon tonight is nice and full, leaving the fairly wide open grave yard relatively well lit. And of course, at this time of the night, not a soul is moving, or if they are they are presumably drunk, high, or possibly undead. The perfect place to hold a little hush hush mysterious meeting... As well as the perfect setup for an ambush... but which is it going to really be?
Still not quite sure what the guy has in mind, Kid doesn't take too many chances. She has a few choice items on her person, wearing her 'Kathy' disguise, though she suspects he and the psycho chick won't be fooled by it. But others will, just in case things get.. loud. When she arrives, she does so by a path other than the common entrance, slipping up to the edge of the boneyard quietly, with her modest stealth training. She wants to get a look at the place.. see if she can find some sign of the guy.
Kid's attempts at stealth seem to succeed.. though to littel avail. For the place is deserted when she gets there, though at least there's some reassurance that nothing at least -appears- to be laying in wait for her. But then in this day and age, magic and other things can still pop up some nasty suprises on you. Tonight, however is not one of those nights. Though Kid is eventually, after about a 20 minute wait, suddenly confronted by the man she was speaking with earlier, yet it's with the sort of fanfare that leaves most people rubbing their eyes and wondering if they were drinking too much, for he rises up from the ground like a ghost before seeming to come into focus before her. "So." he begins conversationally "Think your able to take on a psionically enhanced assassin?"
Kid knows better than to take lack of visible threat as a reason to relax. And she's patient, her special ear leaned upon as she monitors the grounds as much as possible. When the guy does finally make his appearance, Kid tenses faintly as a hand slips towards her ratty coat. A displeased frown coming to her lips, though she relaxes after a moment, her reply tense. "Do you think I'd still have that freak after me if I did? What's your big plan? I'm almost willing to bet cred on what will be part of it."
"Plan? Oh.. nothing so fancy as a plan really. You see, she's able to track you through some ability I've never really fully understood." He begins to explain, pausing to casually seat himself uppon a nearby sturdy gravestone. "Some sort of psionic based ability, which is by the way, why your appartment got broken into. She needed something personal. Sort of like object reading. Anyway... the point is that she's able to follow you around pretty much where ever and when ever she likes. But you cant necessarily do the same in turn. All I'm really offering is to... level the playing field a little for you. I set it up so she'll be at a given place at a given time. And then you two can happily go about dealing with each other. THough.. if I were you I would at least consider bringing a few friends along."
Kid frowns darkly at that. "I thought we were going to end this tonight," she mutters, not at all pleased and not afraid to show it. " She shakes her head slightly and breathes a low sigh. "Fine.. how can you be sure she'll be wherever? If she can track me, why isn't she here right now listening in? And she'd know I was coming anyway."
"Because, she's still mortal. She still needs sleep. And your a low priority job. Much better paying and pressing prospects have poped up lately. Quite a bit of fun chaos being spread around right now you know. Seems quite a few people want some one dead or a bounty brought in right now. Besides, she cant really get a proper 'fill' off killing you anyway. Needs ah.. bigger prey or some crap like that." The man says with an unapologetic shrug. "As to how I can be sure? Suffice it to say I have my methods. She trusts me afterall. Which makes it so much easier to set some one up."
Kid grunts, seeming to accept what he says for now on that, though total trust is something that remains missing. She crosses her arms over her chest and murmurs, "You know her so well, what am I up against? What can she do? That way I can plan.. try and figure out who to rope into this." She frowns faintly, that particular aspect troubling her a bit. Just who.. hmm.
"Well first and foremost she's sort of like a cross between a cat and a shark. She's what most educated people call a 'master' level psionic. Suffice it to say she's been around the block a few times and has left quite the body count in her wake, has abit of a thing for knives and messing with people's heads. But even we only trust each other up to a point. Suffice it to say that I would expect her to be at least lightly armored, and most certainly armed at all times so long as she has a brain in her pretty little head. It is infact possible to kill some one with a thought afterall." the man suggests "She's also not exactl suicidal so you'll have to find some way of cornering her. THough since she doesnt have quite the same tricks up the sleve I do, thats alot easier than it perhaps sounds. You may actually manage to take her out yourself -if- you can get the drop on her but thats much harder than it sounds."
"I prefer to hedge my bets," Kid states, slowly slipping her hand into her coat. Smoothly, no sudden movements, to draw out one of her often carried toys. A grenade. One she rolls in her palm to let him see the distinctive markings that define it as HE and quite illegal to be in the city. "But unless I can stuff one of these down her throat myself, I'd prefer to not handle things alone.. and I kinda doubt I could do that." She's rational, at least. Realistic when it comes to her limits. "Any other quirky weaknesses?" Asked casually as she starts to roll the grenade about in her palm.
"Other than being abit of an egomaniac? Not really. She doesnt belive she can be beaten. Where as I belive either of us is merely -difficult- to beat. Hoenstly I dont think anyone cant ever be taken down by some one else if they just get creative enough. And even assassins can be creatures of habbit. Smokers, drinkers, rough housers. Look at the so called 'Brutal Killer' bunch. It's like flipping a switch with those guys. On the job their one person, off the job their a totally different one with all the regular vices you'd expect from anyone else. Afterall, dispite everything else, she's still human like you and me." the man says, finally standing once more from his perch uppon the gravestone, eyeing the grenade a little warily, but not as worried by it's presence as most perhaps would be. That or he's doing a good job of pretending he's not.
"Either way.. you have a few days to get ready and then I'll leave word for you of where you can find her."
Kid grunts lowly. "Looks like the good ole bait plan will probably work best.. assuming whoever I find can a actually not be caught this time," she murmurs. "A few guys with guns will probably be enough." As she muses this, she casually flicks the primer switch on the grenade on, then back off, without seeming conscious of it. She then stuffs the grenade back into her coat, eyeing the guy. "Hard to plan not knowing what mind powers she has.. I've heard of a lot of sorts.. rumors and such mostly. Like.. sensing danger and things like that. That'd make things hard if she had something like that."
"OH, no doubt I could give you a few solid details. But where is the fun in that? Besides, you pretty much never know what to fully expect on any hit job. And hey, if you pull it off well you may even earn yourself abit of rep. She's known in the right circles afterall. And like the gunslingers out west, word gets round when some one takes down some one like her." with that the man turns to leave. "Course the devil is all in the details as they say. Matters how you go about it."
Kid scowls in response to that. "I don't want rep around your ilk, man. I want this heat off so I can go back to being me. I do computers, not wetwork." Not that she hasn't killed, of course. She purses her lips and considers the potential, however.. it might not appeal to her, but.. Despite her internal thoughts, she keeps an eye on him as he moves to depart, still not quite that trusting. Tags: assassin tp, kid
