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Post by William Thorn on Jun 25, 2012 2:13:37 GMT -5
Will had been assigned a new job by the captain. He was excited that he had an actual reason to leave the base, in no small part due to a certain 'accident' that had lead to half the lab being covered in some strange multi-colored foam that may or may not have caused several people to be sick. He hadn't been allowed to move around freely since then. He was forced to stay in his room, the training room, or the cafeteria for over a month now with no assignment to get him some fresh air and freedom from the place.
What was this new assignment you ask? Well it was no short then finding some strange bell that had been stolen recently by some unknown person. The bell was special was all he knew since most of the information on it was 'classified' and 'need-to-know only'. The captain loved using those terms on him and while he was a descent hacker, he wasn't good enough to compete with the SHIELD database and expect to get out of it without being severely punished. He took risks, but he would rather not lose his home over curiosity. He knew he would find out soon enough what it did, since he always ended up finding it and almost always in a bad way.
Will was wearing a dark blue button up shirt, blue jeans, and dark brown leather boots as he walked around the city. He hadn't been given much information on this case, seeing as there wasn't much on it to begin with. He had started by checking some antique shops, but had scratched that soon after since he knew that there was no way the thief would pawn it off. He just walked down the street casually looking at the people he passed by while he thought about where the bell might be and hoping he would spot someone with it.
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Post by leon on Jun 26, 2012 18:44:07 GMT -5
Leon sat crouched in the back of an old storage unit in the back of an antique shop on 35th street. The storage unit was his; it was cluttered with odds and ends from decades past. Most of it he kept simply for collateral, though there was the occasional sentimental piece strewn in about the bunch.
The storage unit was small. Only about 200 square feet, but this was New York, and space was at a premium. Leon knew the owner of the antique shop out front, in fact he had known the owner's father; he had owned a grocery store down in South Bronx until, as per Leon's suggestion, he had moved into the antiquing business.
With Leon's help the shop had flourished. He simply dropped off items of interest whenever he was in the area, and in return, he was granted the room in the back as his own personal storage. Pretty good for the likes of New York.
After a while he found the old letter he had been looking for underneath a disheveled pile of boxes. Putting the letter in his pocket he turned to leave walking out from behind the front counter when something caught his eye. A plasma-beam pistol hung hid underneath a coat of a pedestrian in the store. It was the standard Shield model, meaning that for one reason or another Shield had business in this store...
Waiting until the man left, Leon followed at a considerable distance careful to stay masked within the crowds. It was always better to be safe then sorry. When Shield was involved you did not want to be caught off guard.
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Post by William Thorn on Jun 27, 2012 14:48:46 GMT -5
Will still didn't have enough information to know where to look for that bell or the thief at. He kept walking through the crowd and looking at the people there as he did. He never thought he would find a clue doing this, but it was just something to do while he thought of something else. He had seen some strange things, mostly mutants with physical deformities trying to hide themselves in the crowd, but one thing caught his attention. There was this guy he had spotted several times. He wondered if the guy was going to same way as him for awhile so he didn't think too much of it. He kept thinking that until the guy had been keeping a constant distance from him for almost an hour now. That was a tale tell sign of someone tailing you. He kept from looking directly at the man to give away that he had figured out what was going on. He just didn't know why the man would tail him. This was New York not Paris or London were pickpockets and thugs would prey on foreigners and locals alike. Here, if you got robbed it was at night and not in this part of town.
Will still couldn't figure out why he was being tailed so he turned at the first alley he came across. He didn't have to look around long before he found what he was looking for, a fire escape. He quickly climbed up it and waited to see what the man would do.
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Post by leon on Jun 28, 2012 15:34:45 GMT -5
Leon watched content. At least the kid wasn't a total wash, he did notice that he was being followed, but really that didn't mater. If he, by chance, happened to mention it to his superiors they would know him by description alone, and they knew enough, he hoped, not to mess with him.
No, what was important was not whether or on he got detected, but rather what Shield may have actually been after. This was his antique shop. Shield had their own. Any agent worth his salt should have known better than to cross that line. That was if Shield was still keeping its debts.
There were two possibilities here: either this kid was an idiot, or Shield thought they had more important things on their hands then to honor old debts. Either way a message had to be sent, but hopefully not before he could discover what Shield was actually after. Leon knew better then anyone, that sometimes Shield simply had bigger fish to fry.
Leon watched has the agent slipped into an alley, possibly he was looking to ditch him, or it was possible he was waiting to jump him. Either way it was time to take more covert tactics. Leon slipped out of the crowd and slowly disseminated into smoke all the better to keep an eye on his target as he wafted in the air above the alley taking in the birds-eye view.
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Post by William Thorn on Jun 28, 2012 23:21:13 GMT -5
Will waited to see if the man would pass by, come into the alley, or just disappear into a puff of smoke. Well that last one was just a figure of speech he knew, but it was always an amusing thought to him to think about a man turning into a puff of smoke out of nowhere. While Will was thinking about that, he noticed some smoke rising into the air near the building he was on. That was a coincident.
Will waited until shortly after he should have seen the man do something. He hadn't seen anything of the man. He began to look around to see if the man might have done something else. He looked up while he did. He wasn't sure why that was one of his habits when he was looking around, but he had to guess that he had had more of his fair share of things drop onto his head from above back in his lost memories. This habit tended to pay off more often then not and this time was no exception to it's success. That smoke he had seen earlier was hanging above the building in an unnatural way. The man HAD turned into a literal puff of smoke. He chuckled to himself at the irony of his earlier thought.
Will said in a voice that was audible to someone in the range of the smoke, " Why don't you drift on down here and we can have ourselves' a little chat?"
Will wasn't sure what the man would do, but he figured the guy wasn't hostile since he would have attacked him by now if he was going to. If the guy ran then he could just contact HQ about the identity of the man, but where was the fun and possible info in that?
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Post by leon on Jul 9, 2012 17:33:08 GMT -5
Drifting, Leon watched Will from above. From up here the kid didn't look all that sharp, but appearances could be deceptive, or so he hoped. This was S.H.I.E.L.D., for crying out loud, after all. If these 'agents' were worth half their salt, he should have been made hours ago. What did this kid want him to do? Wear a big bright sign with his name on it?
"Why don't you drift on down here and we can have ourselves' a little chat?"
Leon billowed his way down and and formed on the second story of the fire escape looking over the edge, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth.
"Took you long enough..." Was that a look of surprise on the boy's face, or was he just messing with him? Maybe it was admiration? It was hard to say but as the boy gawked at him in that split second, Leon got the got the feeling that his first impressions had been right.
Leon's eyes were cold. He found no amusement in Shield agents. They have wronged him too many times, and they always carried with them a sense of false superiority as if they were the all knowing people they always claimed to be. Leon had been with them long enough to know how untrue that was. He knew exactly how stuck up they really were.
"You know who I am don't you?" his voice now carrying a sardonic edge. "After all, you are the one who walked into my store. That means you wanted to send me a message...Or are you just too green to know what your doing?"
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