Vindicta

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I frown when I hear noises in the back ground and shake my head. This man bothers me.* I am not sure if you have heard of the current predicament our city is involved in, what with your general lack of knowledge as to what happens in normal BLI life but I was wondering if I could ask for your help. I need... Weapons.

[Hank Manson]

*rb* Weapons? What KIND of weapons? Ones that go boom? Splash? How about Ratatatatatataa! No... no... Ummm... Let's see... *The sound of rustling through paper is heard* Hmmm... *A feminine, robotic voice is then heard*

If i may interrupt... I believe this calls for a case of deadly neurotoxin...

Ah! Thank you LaCY! Of course! Orwell i have just the thing!

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I raise an eyebrow and roll my eyes.* You do?! Oh please do save me from my angst and tell me...

[Hank Manson]

*rb* Well... it's like this... we get a giant balloon and fill it with poisonous neurotoxin! Then we drop the balloon over the city and kill everyone! It's so perfectly simple! Note to self: Make giant balloon for birthday party tomorrow.

[rileywilson]

*I look at Orwell, dumbfounded that he would even attempt to call Hank Manson. The man was crude, crass, unrefined... one could barely call what he did research. My team had used several of his products, but they all had to be toned down, so to speak, before they were ever vaible*

*On the other hand, I can't think of anything else to do... but Hank Manson? Really?*

*I nod to Aerith as she departs, telling her I will keep her updated*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I sigh and run my hand down my face, annoyed.* Hank! Hank listen to me, we are not aiming for complete destruction, I have talked to you about this before. We want to concentrate on a specific area and try to only kill it. Not the city. Just a group of rebels called Vipers. Think of a weapon we can use to do that.

[Volume Virus]

*I watch Orwell and another man ("Wilson", says Angie) as they stand near each other and listen to a single radio, conversing with someone named "Hank". Angie has never met anyone named "Hank". I wonder who he is, but do not ask, for fear that I will interrupt the conversation. Neither Orwell nor Wilson seems to like, him, though, so I automatically form a bad opinion of the man in my mind. It's not difficult; from the snatches of conversation I hear, he sounds not only brashly confident and far too disconnected from reality, but violent.*

[Hank Manson]

*rb* Fine... only a little bit of killing... Send someone to see me in my chamber. Mind the blood though, it's all over the place... I never thought that rigging someone's spleen to explode would be so... messy.

[Max Griffiths]

*I listen to the conversation idly, waiting for my orders. Whoever Wilson and Orwell are talking to sounds interesting, at least. I wonder what sort of weapons we'll be given, but mostly just want to start the fight. This is taking too long.*

[Incendiary Aftermath]

*I'm listening to the conversation Orwell is having with this... Hank, guy. It doesn't sound too good, and neither does the battle. As i think this, another round hits near my foot* Learn to aim you bastards! The ticks on your scope are there for a reason! *I take aim with my rifle and correct their mistake for them. Seven ticks up, two left. I fire and the sniper goes down* Damn, that was nearly a mile. Awesome... Guys, they're coming. Hurry up please!

[Aerith Lin]

*rb* Riley, I'm done here. I'm heading your way.

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i stick near the back of the group and stay silent for the most part, my throat hurts a lot when I try to speak. I unconciously rub the bandage as I look at the mass of vipers approaching and look at Orwell and Wilson for any orders*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I look around for any volunteers and frown.* Max, follow me, we are going down to where Hank works... prep yourself. Wilson, take the others and go accompany Aftermath. We will be back as soon as possible. *I quickly walk to the elevator, Max at my heels. I pull out my ID badge and sigh as I scan it to get access down to the -7th floor.* We are lucky we are on the right side of the tower, this is the only elevator shaft that leads down to this floor. It is huge, it covers the entire tower square footage and expands into the city by a few hundred thousand feet. Half of it is storage but... Hank has taken it upon himself to make his own use of it. Please-- do not ask. You will see.... *I scowl as we wait forever for the lift to go down and eventually we reach our destination and the doors slide open. I step out and try my best to ignore our surroundings, instead calling out.* Hank!

[Max Griffiths]

*I look around with some interest when we step out of the elevator. I didn't know there were levels this far down, much less that someone worked down here. I stay slightly behind Orwell but keep my hand on my gun as a defensive measure; he /is/ my superior, after all, and I don't really know what's down here.*

[Hank Manson]

*I hear people walking onto my floor. Annoyed, i set down my tools and the man i'm working on screams some more* Look, All i did was take you apart, put some science stuff in you, and stitch you back together. It's really not that big of a deal, you pussy. *I notice the voice calling my name* Orwell, is that you? I'm over here, behind the bookshevles! Ignore the screams! I need more reliable test subjects.

You need more reliable tests. If you would just let ME control some of the-

Now now, we tried that remember? You attempted to kill me.

I wouldn't say kill, I'd say it was more of... making you not so much alive anymore.