More Equal Than Some

[Masta Destroya]

Fine. *quickly swings the blade at him, trying to get a clear cut on him*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I manage to sidestep it and feel the blade slice through the side of my jacket, revealing my white undershirt. With one movement I bring my elbow up into his face and as my arm comes down, let the letter opener slice open his bicep.*

[Masta Destroya]

*just looks at it, then tries again, this time making contact with his hand*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I cry out and pull my hand back, snarling. The back of my hand has a long slash on it and I only manage to glimpse at it before stepping away as he slashes at me again. I lunge at him, feeling the blade narrowly miss the soft spot between his collar bone and just stabbing his shoulder.*

[Masta Destroya]

*manages to kick him off, winces in pain as I take the letter opener out of my shoulder, is breathing a bit heavily, starts slashing at him, eventually backing him into a corner*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I manage to sidestep him several more times but realize only a second too late that I made the wrong move. I glare at him and punch his wounded shoulder but it does little to ward him off. I need a weapon. At least the voices and the pounding on the door has become louder.*

[Masta Destroya]

*brings the blade up to his neck, pushes against it a bit, still breathing heavily*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I lean my head back, feeling the blade against my jugular. I look down at him and chuckle, not even caring that the blade cuts a thin line into my neck. I smile crookedly and shrug.* Oh poor me, good thing I invested in that afterlife plan, ha. Looks like you win. Or not, after all there are many more BLI agent and your kind is doomed to failure.

[Masta Destroya]

*lowers the blade a bit* You may be right. *turns around, seems like I'm leaving, but then stabs the blade right into Orwell's chest, just above his heart* But you won't be there to see it. *unties the twine holding the blade to the handle, leaving only the blade in his chest, then just tosses the handle away, and grabs my gun off the floor*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I let out a slight gasp when the blade slides into me. At first I do not feel the pain, that is the first sign that I am in shock. It is to be expected considering. I gulp and look down, swaying on my feet when I see the glimmer of metal buried within the blood seeping frantically out of my wound. Then I fall to my knees and lean into the corner as I watch him back away. My brain cannot form a thought but I know it is bad. Very bad.*

[Masta Destroya]

*can feel the adrenaline wearing off a bit, looks at watch, 4:58:06* If I can do what I need to do right now, you probably won't ever see me again. *moves a chair over to the vent, climbs back into it, and puts the cover back on it, now trying to find a safe way to start my search*

[rileywilson]

*I'm about to dismiss Vico when my radio and computer light up simultaneously. An alarm screeches and I hurry across the room to check it. Orwell's office... I glance at Vico* Come on, let's see what's wrong.

*I make sure my gun is in my jacket pocket before we exit and run to Orwell's door. A couple of dracs are already there, pounding on the door. When they asks what's wrong they explain that they think the door is welded shut. I tell them to step aside and begin firing at the lock, intending to melt it*

*We finally get the door open and rush in, only to find Orwell collapsed on the floor and no one else in the room. I turn him over and curse when I see a bit of metal surrounding the blood* Get a medical team here, NOW! *I shout at the dracs before turning back to Orwell*

*Taking off my coat, I try to stop the flow of blood as best I can while I talk to him* Orwell? Who was with you in the room? Where did they go?

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I follow close behind Riley, my smile vanishing when I see Orwell. This doesn't look good... I take a step back, quickly scanning the room. Obviously the assailant didn't come through the door, so I do a quick circuit of the apartment to make sure they're not still here. Everything's empty - bedroom, bathroom, closets - and the windows are all either locked from the inside or incapable of being opened. The ceiling is solid, the vents are just little forced-air heaters, and I return to the office empty-handed, only to spot the vent on the wall opposite Orwell's desk. It's industrial-size, and not the sort of thing you'd expect to see in a living apartment, but if the space was converted it makes sense. There's even a tipped-over chair on the floor beside it, half-hidden by a large potted plant. Ignoring Riley - who'd have thought I'd ever say that, eh? - I quickly right the chair beneath the vent and step up. Sure enough, the screws are loose and the cover pulls off easily. A cursory glance confirms there's no one in sight, so I hurry back to the desk and pick up Orwell's phone.*

Security? I need you to send out an alert immediately, we have an intruder in the building. Armed and dangerous, using the vents as passage. *I turn to check on my superiors, but it doesn't look like Riley's gotten anything too intelligible from Orwell yet* No physical description, presumed killjoy. One attack already, on Jonathan Orwell. Yes, the silent alarm. Ludovico. I'll provide proof of authorization later, just send out the alert! Thank you. *I hang up, eyeing the gaping vent. I'm more than half-tempted to climb in myself, though I'm not sure why. It's a terrible idea.*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I scowl, still looking down at the mess my suit has become. I cannot feel my fingers, if anything it is just a tingling sensation. But my chest, that hurts something unbelievable* Th.. this was my f-favourite suit... *I breathe out a few curses, feeling even more numb and cold by the minute. I wince when I feel the pressure Riley puts on my chest but I can still see the blood. So much of it. On my suit.*

[rileywilson]

*The medics arrive and I step back* Forget the suit, you're more important. Hey! *The medics jump when I yell at them* Get Brian, he's the best. And get an IV started. Honestly...

*I'm stressed and I know I shouldn't take it out on the medical staff... so I turn to Vico* Let's find this bastard.