02-16-2007, 10:35 AM
Mr. Cesar was scouting at the pool through the drawn blinds when the garrote tightened around his neck. "Tell me what you know!" an Englishman hissed in his ear.
Cesar slipped the dirk out of his sleeve as he reached up to his neck. He sliced through his bond and fell into a table breaking a vase, falling to the floor, and rolling over as he drew his pistol.
He was met with a handgun pointing back at him.
"Who are you?" he asked the Briton.
"You first."
They stood with their guns pointing at each other, until the invader was grabbed from behind. A woman pulled his elbow back into an armlock. Mr. Cesar stood up and brushed himself down.
"Now you answer to me. Who are you: who sent you?"
"...I am in pursute of a terrorist for hire that has perpertrated assinations on British soil. He was stalking you."
"...Is he a mage?"
"He is certainly magical, though only aligned with money."
"...How do I know you're not lying?"
"Why do you think I am?"
"Uh, you snuck into my room, you try to caputre me for torture and irrogation, and you point a gun at my head."
"...Okay, stupid question. Fine. Reach into the right pocket in my blazer. You'll find a French access card. It was on an agent killed after he peered into your drawn blinds. If you look out that window, you'll see a police autopsy."
Mr. Cesar scowled at the man, and walked to a blind. He peered through a gap in the barrier, and on top of the opposite block was an unmistakable plastic police autopsy tent for magic-related deaths.
"We have reason to believe he may have mind reading capablities.
"...Very well. Thank you for telling me this, I shall-"
His gratitude was met with a crunch. He lifted his eyes in time to see his companian fall to the floor with her head at a very awkward angle. A gun was again pointing at him.
"Drop it. Drop it!"
Mr. Cesar dropped his gun, and held his hands over his head.
"You have something he wants to know. Tell it to me."
"...Very well. It has come to the attention of His Majesty's Government of Spain that there is a plot to do away with the Keeper's Council, by violent means. I am investigating the reports, my trail led me here. If my secrets are known, then the assians have already fled the city. That is all I know."
"...Very well. Thank you for your time I shall be leaving now. Oh, and I'm not going to kill you. The Keepers are of importance to us, too. Good day, Mr..?"
"Ah, now that I can't tell you. Good day, Mr..?"
"If I told you that, I really would have to kill you. Cheerio."
Cesar slipped the dirk out of his sleeve as he reached up to his neck. He sliced through his bond and fell into a table breaking a vase, falling to the floor, and rolling over as he drew his pistol.
He was met with a handgun pointing back at him.
"Who are you?" he asked the Briton.
"You first."
They stood with their guns pointing at each other, until the invader was grabbed from behind. A woman pulled his elbow back into an armlock. Mr. Cesar stood up and brushed himself down.
"Now you answer to me. Who are you: who sent you?"
"...I am in pursute of a terrorist for hire that has perpertrated assinations on British soil. He was stalking you."
"...Is he a mage?"
"He is certainly magical, though only aligned with money."
"...How do I know you're not lying?"
"Why do you think I am?"
"Uh, you snuck into my room, you try to caputre me for torture and irrogation, and you point a gun at my head."
"...Okay, stupid question. Fine. Reach into the right pocket in my blazer. You'll find a French access card. It was on an agent killed after he peered into your drawn blinds. If you look out that window, you'll see a police autopsy."
Mr. Cesar scowled at the man, and walked to a blind. He peered through a gap in the barrier, and on top of the opposite block was an unmistakable plastic police autopsy tent for magic-related deaths.
"We have reason to believe he may have mind reading capablities.
"...Very well. Thank you for telling me this, I shall-"
His gratitude was met with a crunch. He lifted his eyes in time to see his companian fall to the floor with her head at a very awkward angle. A gun was again pointing at him.
"Drop it. Drop it!"
Mr. Cesar dropped his gun, and held his hands over his head.
"You have something he wants to know. Tell it to me."
"...Very well. It has come to the attention of His Majesty's Government of Spain that there is a plot to do away with the Keeper's Council, by violent means. I am investigating the reports, my trail led me here. If my secrets are known, then the assians have already fled the city. That is all I know."
"...Very well. Thank you for your time I shall be leaving now. Oh, and I'm not going to kill you. The Keepers are of importance to us, too. Good day, Mr..?"
"Ah, now that I can't tell you. Good day, Mr..?"
"If I told you that, I really would have to kill you. Cheerio."