Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:32 pm by Judicar Skywalker
*The stranger continues waiting as he watches for any kind of security...but he's feeling the disappointment as the security has taken him lightly. This is like a personal insult to him, as he crouches down; he reached, and grabs some of the dirt, and wrapped his hand around it. It helps him to feel the dark, cool soil on his hand. He closes his eyes and feels the pulling toward the massive city that he can see. He takes a deep breath as he begins his soft run to the city...
A half of hour later, he stops, as he reaches the massive city. He notices a empty seat between two people on the bench. In one swift movement, he takes the empty seat, and bows his head, as he pretends to be one of hundreds of thousands of people in the massive city.
While he is sitting there, he starts to consider his strategy, to force the attention of the security, of this planet. Perhaps this would even draw the attention of the rulers. His instincts, and his training, protest in his mind...It SCREAMED to not draw the attention, but this mission does not require stealth. He will accomplish far more when he has the attention.
While he decided on his plan, he can't believe the luck that one of the people sitting beside him wore the uniform of an officer in the planetary military. It seemed like a captain's uniform, but it will be enough for the required deed. He chuckles quietly, as it is not just luck but Fate that has appointed the Captain as the "security passcard" for this plan.
The Captain looked curiously, as he chuckles quietly. Drawing on his training, he pulls one of the throwing knives from the inside of his belt and positioned it around the Captain's stomach...midriff, to strike the liver, should the man not co-operate. He poked it softly into the Captain's gut, to ensure the Captain understood the threat. A soft voice again escapes from the lips of the finely trained assassin. Nothing is visible, save for his white eyes. His black face mask protected his face, as it served a few purposes...
And so it began...*
Captain, do not make any noise. Now listen to me carefully. I am in need of your services and you will give them to me. My knife is positioned so that if I so decided, I could very easily push this blade in, and you will die a long, painful death as the bile, and nasty things contained within will spill from the wound that is created. Carried by your bloodstream, it will travel all over your body. It is a horrible, painful death. You will be in sheer agony for 20, 30, even 40 minutes, depending on how tough you are...
*The terrified Captain stares at the white eyes with shock, as he understands the threat. He is too young to die. He also has family to take care of, including his sons. He gave up his will to fight, as the stranger with the white eyes has told him that he will kill him. It seems so cold, as the winter, and so full of purpose. The captain nods his head to acknowledge the threat, he is afraid that he will provoke the white-eyed man to give him the death that stranger has just so implicitly promised.
The stranger smiles, as he sees the total surrender appear in captain's face, especially in his eyes. He knew that Fate has provided him with a good man, but his survival is FAR more important than just any captain. He was the last of the bloodlines that existed in the secret society for thousands upon thousands of years. He looks at the captain and brings his chin up to tell the officer to stand up. Both of them stand up slowly, as he swiftly moves to a more comfortable position, just a few inches behind, but remaining on left side of the captain. It will help them create a image that he is a very good friend of the captain's, and they have a conversation in private as they walk to the security desk. He leans in to the captain's ear and whispers softly, an instruction for him to give an order to the guard.*
Security guard, this is Captain Saintago. I am held hostage, and he has threatened to injure me, or other innocent people if you do not heed his demand. His only demand is that he have some information. So get your choobies up and do what he asks!
*He smiles as his left hand is freed. As he lets the small throwing knife appear in his hand, he tosses it up so it will fly in a beautiful arcing flip. It lands with the sharp tip down, only few inches away from the guard's hand to show that he is very serious. He lets the guard see the white eyes, which send several shivers up the guard's spine, as he rushes to find someone who is in charge to fix this situation. The black line of his mask curves up as he smiles gently. He slowly centered himself in the crowd of the main hall, waiting, watching, listening, for the answer. He knew this time he will have their attention. The question is, will they sacrifice several innocents to try to arrest or kill him? Of course, the Fate has just thrown the dice. Now, the question is...is it snake-eyes or just a lucky number 7.......*