Holiday Party

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I listen to them debate, thinking and filing away certain details. They both have very good points but I still believe the girl has become just as big of a liability as Max. They get up to go dance and I chuckle, smiling crookedly at how awkward Riley looks. The man can never handle himself around the female type unless he is ordering them to shoot something. I watch Belle and suddenly become more irritated, drinking another glass of wine in a short amount of time. I cannot let her take all the credit so I get up and find a small group of draculoids and order them to follow me as I grab two more glasses from a waiter. Together we leave the party and begin searching for the missing agent. I try to think of a way to punish him when I receive the news that they found him. With Miss Main. I sigh and shake my head, both of their behavior too much to handle for the night. I radio the team back and tell them to be sure to keep them locked up till I or Wilson can deal with them in the morning. I leave everyone and go back to my tower apartment where I break out a bottle of moscato and sit down to watch a marathon of mousekat.*

[Kettu Jarva]

*I step out into the hall and find Mahoney and Pacis arguing over red* What the hell is wrong with you two?! Either stop your arguing or take it somewhere else! *I gently lift red off the ground* I'll take her to the hospital. Dr. Brian is waiting for her anyways. *I glare at the two as I walk into the elevator. I push the button to go down and the doors close* I'll drop you off with brian and find out what they are doing to max alright. you need brians help... please dont fight me to get away.

[Volume Virus]

*Okay. Now Red's hurt even worse because I am a complete idiot who deserves neither a place in a company as wonderful as BLI nor life. I walk away with a forced air of calmness, heading down the stairs, out into the street, and down the block to my apartment. I take four or five pills on the way, the biggest dose I've ever had, but it doesn't help at all, and I've run out. I'll take more when I'm home. I go upstairs once I make it to my complex, but instead of taking anything, I just sit on my couch and burst into tears.* You've failed again, Angeline....

((Yes, it's depressing. No one yell at me.))

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i open my mouth to say something when dr Jarva takes Red and Angie walks off. I go the opposite way and pick up my shoes from where I kicked them off. Ryan would be in the hospital wing by now to help, but I just decide to head home by myself*

[redhavoc]

*I only stop struggling when he mentions Max, not that I'm putting up much of a fight anyway. I flash between the desert and reality as we make our way to the familiar hospital wing. Doctor Brian comes into view and I feel a jab from a needle that quickly knocks me out*

[Dr.Brian:]
*Doctor Jarva brings Red in as I am preparing the last of the patients for the party. We get her stable as he tells me what happened. I have to reset her hand, which has reborken in several places, and she'll need another full body scan. I shake my head* Are they trying to kill her, Kettu? Honestly...

[Belle Sacramento]

*I spend the rest of the evening mingling with the remaining guests. Their responses to my questions confirm that the complementary medication is working well, and there aren't even any arguments, much less fights, though the bar runs out of drinks after a few hours. I find out that the leader of unit 2 is involved in a bribery scandal, no fewer than four units have inter-team rivalries, and one of the doctors has been experimenting with nonprescribed drugs - among other bits of information. Wilson and Orwell's team, however, undoubtedly has the most issues. With so many talented draculoids, it says something about their leadership if they can't manage them.*

*I return to my office as the party winds down, rather than go all the way back to my apartment. Besides, I want to flip through the monitor feeds and keep an eye on Max and the others. I'm tired, but an energy boosting pill clears that up nicely.*

[rileywilson]

*Dancing with Aerith is like dancing on air. I let her lead and the hours go by quickly. We stop for drinks multiple times and before I know it we are stumbling back to our floor. I haven't let myself go this much since...*

*We arrive at Aerith's door. I notice that we are still holding hands. She grins and suddenly I feel sober again* Well... I'll- I'll see you tomorrow?

[Aerith Lin]

*I walk into my room and turn the lights on, stumbling slightly from being a bit tipsy. I laugh a bit and look at Riley as he speaks*
Goodnight to you too *I giggle a bit*
*Riley starts to walk away awkwardly and I gently direct his face back to mine and give him a sweet but short kiss*

goodnight.
*closes the door*

[rileywilson]

*I stand outside her door, lips tingling from the kiss, not really believing this is happening to someone like me. Must be the alcohol, I think as I head toward my own suite. The lights are off and I leave it like that. I sit in a chair and look out the windows, my own personal tv, and just think. I stay there until morning, not bothering to fall asleep*

[Max Griffiths]

*I sit with my back to the wall as the hours pass, eyes closed. I don't fall asleep, feeling the aches from the fight. I have a splitting headache by the time morning arrives, from the punches, my broken nose, and to a smaller extent the aftereffects of the alcohol. More importantly, however, I have some semblance of an idea as to what I'm going to do next. I'm not stupid; I know Orwell and Wilson will be angry, and I know they won't hesitate to take action. I need to play my hand carefully. I just hope they don't take their anger out on Red.*

[rileywilson]

*In the morning I make a fresh pot of coffee and pour myself a cup before going over to Orwell's office. When he answers the door I smirk* I see you didn't sleep either. Let me in? I have a plan.

[Sylvia Main]

*I'm laying in the same position I fell asleep in and my face is plastered to the floor when I wake up in the morning. I feel fine at first and then a sharp pain splits through my head which reminds me of the amount of alcohol damaging my liver. I groan and roll over onto my back, wincing at the bright ceiling lights. I run a hand over my face, trying to remember last nights events. Dresses. Boredom. Wine. Found a bar where I consumed lots of booze. Memory becomes fuzzy. A fight. Then Red getting involved and I stepped in to stop it? Yeah, that sounds about right. And then I remember being angry and holding a gun and then-* Oh shit. *Did I really..?* OH SHIT! *I groan and bury my face in my hands. I did. Holy shit I did. I lay there for awhile in self loathing, remembering then trying to force myself to forget last nights events. I scream in frustration before yelling out several curses down on myself and the dickuloid. I. Am. Dead.*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I nod and let him in, closing the door behind him. I quickly go over to the table and scoop empty bottles off of it and clean up a pile of paperwork. I see the expression on his face and shrug, running a hand through my messy hair.* No, I am not going to bother shaving. And can we please have this discussion quietly? *I smirk and take a few hangover pills while turning down the volume on the television then throw my suit jacket into a corner so we have room to work.*

[rileywilson]

*I sit in a chair and sip my coffee. When he is ready I start explaining my thought process* Max, Orwell, is a node. Despite all our efforts to alienate him and thus make him the perfect killing machine, he is interacting and affecting the cohesiveness of our unit. Morand is exhibiting obsessive behavior concerning Max, Mahoney and Pacis are intimidated by Max, and Red, of course, exhibits an unnatural affection for him. He must be eliminated, preferably out from under the watchful eye of Belle. I propose we take part of the team, including Max, out into the zones for a "mission" in a couple of days and then e will conveniently be killed in an accident.

As for Red, she has become too emotional and unpredictable to be of any great use to me. Her physical state does not help her chances either. She will be terminated in favor of my other two young agents, Green and Blue, who are far more efficient. We will take care of her after we get rid of Max to avoid any more incidents. How does that sound to you?

(edited for name correction by the almighty godmod)

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I smirk throughout his speech and trace a coffee stain on the table. When he finishes I am silent for a long moment before I look up at him.* This is probably the best idea I have heard in the longest time. Perhaps I am still intoxicated but I could hug you right now Riley. Lets do it, it is completely logical and it is clear he has become a liability. I will start planning the mission right away for Max's extermination. Of course we will have to only assign people to the mission we trust. I could oversee it all myself unless you would like to come along...

As for Red, I agree as well. If you think your other agents are just as capable as she then she is no longer of any use to us.