Unknown Danger

[CJF]

Brandy sat, bored out of her mind, as the minutes seemed to tick by as seconds. She desperately wanted something to do, or someone to talk with, but she didn't know anyone who'd wlaked by, and it would be ridiculous to talk to a stranger.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" a waitor suddenly asked.
"Yes?" she said, looking up at him. He looked familiar, but she couldn't tell where from.
"May I get you anything?"
Brandy, who knew she shouldn't have another drink, grinned and nodded.
"Yes, I'll have a large martini with a wedge of lemon." she said, emphasizing the word 'big'.
The waitor nodded and returned a moment later with her drink. As she slowly sipped the drink, she had to mentally scold herself for breaking her rule. She promised herself to never have more than one drink a day, and now she'd had to large martini's. Still, it at least gave her something to do.

 

[ringmaster]

ooc: i take pride in my ability to be very evil when the time comes

ic: after he had gotton rid of his disguises and was back to what he knew to be himself his cellphone rang.

"haben Sie Sie beendet ihr?"
"ja Sir, was mein folgendes Ziel ist"
"Sie müssen den Amerikanerinformationen Span zurückholen, den es zu unseren sucess lebenswichtig ist"
"da immer ich annehme, werden die Kapital auf mein Konto überwiesen"
"Sie nehmen richtig meinen Freund" an
"Auf Wiedersehen"
"Have you finished her?"
" yes sir what is my next target"
"You must retrieve the americans information chip it is vital to our sucess"
"as always i assume the funds will be transfered to my account"
" you assume correctly my friend"
"goodbye"

 

[DavetheProphet]

Nathan found the girl sitting at the airport's cafe. She had a martini in hand. She looked tired and bored. He didn't know if he should be getting close to her or communicating, for it was in his job description only to follow and protect her. He wasn't much for conversation anyway. He took a seat at a table opposite hers and asked for a glass of water. Sitting there, his attention turned from the passer-bys, to Brandy, to his watch. Soon they would be leaving for their flight.

 

[squigui]

Lynn was walking from the arrivals with her suitcase. She was wearing a suit that made her look like a businesswoman, and glasses to emphatize the look. She knew that her target was around there somewhere. Looking for the gate of her connecting flight, she walked quickly through customs. When she finally found the gate, she scanned the waiting area. No one who fit the description she was looking for. Only a little dissapointed, Lynn sat down in one of the leather chairs, bringing up a magazine from her suitcase and began to read.

((So, where are they going, anyway?))

 

[CJF]

((Langley, Virginia.))

Finally, Brandy's watch alarm went off, telling her that it was time for her to board her flight. She smiled and sighed, quickly drinking the last of her drink and grabbed her bag. She stood and began walking towards the her flight.

((Somehow(I'll leave that up to you guys) I need a way for her to not get on a plane. That way, we get some action, and the trip to Langley can be longer...))

 

[ringmaster]

he rushed to the airport and bought a ticket to langley. He walked through the entry gate onto the plane, he had no need to check for the carrier of the chip, his information was always correct. He sat in the back right hand corner so he could see anyone and everyone who got on the plane, he would need their discriptions for his search. He would of coarse have to wait until whoever this was, was alone of coarse, no need to attract attention

 

[squigui]

Lynn was studying the gate from behind her magazine, looking intently at each person who went through. An old man with a coffee-cup came rushing past her, and it felt like slow-motion as he caught his foot on a bench and fell toward her, the contents of the cup rushing at her like a tidalwave. Throwing herself out of the way, but not quite able to avoid the coffee, she let out a shriek. "Watch your step, old man!" she exclaimed furiously, staring at him with a look that would stare down a stone. The coffee had spilled out over her chest, making it look like she had sickened up on herself. The old man was stuttering apologies as she rose and walked quickly toward the restroom. "Watch my bag!" she snapped at him over her shoulder, a new shirt already in her hand.
When she came back out, the man was sitting with his hand on her bag, his shoulders hunched. "Get up and out of my sight," she barked at him, and he didn't need to be asked twice. Her breath caught as she realized what she had done. She had left her post for more than five minutes, anything could have happened by then. Her target had probably already boarded. Muttering a curse in french, she grabbed her bag and hurried over to the gate to board.

((I don't know about that diversion, but my character is going to work hard to get off that plane when she realizes that Brandy didn't board.))

 

[CJF]

Brandy walked slowly towards her gate, but when she arrived was told that the plane was having serious engine trouble and that everyone already on the plane was being taken off so that they engines could be repaired. Brandy, frustrated at having to wait longer, sat down in a huff and pulled out a book. It was her English study book, so she didn't enjoy it, but it gave her something do to.

After about thirty minutes, the plane outside the window exploded, the blast shattering the glass. Brandy, along with alot of other people, screamed and threw herself onto the floor. The heat and smoke was so intense, Brandy felt like her skin was melting! She grabbed her bag and put it over head, not knowing what else to do.

 

[DavetheProphet]

Nathan awoke with a start as he heard the blast not 200 yards away. He got up and rushed over, hoping his snooze had not cost him his job. He saw Brandy near the gate with her head under her carry-on bag. He rushed up to her, knowing the information could not be held from her any longer.
"Miss Carlisle?" he shouted through all the screaming and excitement. "You're in danger here."

 

[CJF]

Brandy looked up, startled at this mans sudden appearance. She was in danger? She could have told him that! But, how did he know her name? Brandy frowned.
"How do you know my name?"

 

[ringmaster]

as he was being usherd off the plane william put a small detonation on the door of the plane. he watched from the airport window as the plane exploded with his usual amount of nonchalantness. he saw a man run over to a women who had put a bag on her head and then he knew that she was his target. He pulled a very small abject out of his pocket, and fired a nearly microscopic tracing device onto the bag. he then ran by them just to make sure the chip was in place and ran down making it look as though he wsrunning in fear. A good hitman has mastered all of his emotions

 

[squigui]

Lynn had been one of the last people to unboard the plane, and walked quickly just behing a man who seemed determined. Her eyes widened as she saw him place the detonator, and she hurriedly elbowed her way toward the gate. The blast came just as she rounded the corner, and slammed her down on the ground hard.

 

[KenBrauckmann]

New Character - see http://www.christianforums.com/showpost.php?p=22668236&postcount=1 for details. (I hope that comes out right? Should point to the character bio?)

Out Of Character - Please forgive me but I am 'new' to the thread and am in the process of creating the character below. As soon as I get the bio laid out (skeleton form) I will post it, but until then all I can say about him is: consider him an unknown factor - he has his own reasons for his interest in the "mission".

(Please note - This character is essentially neutral so he can be used to pass info/stuff between other characters "behind the scenes" - for example, grabbing something from an airport locker and handing it to a character - without identifying the "source". (Or perphaps the source is known but we don't say who picks up the item until later?? ) Use PM to me to use this 'feature'.)

Back to our story....

As the guard shook his head again to clear it from the concussive shock of the blast, he looked around the wasted terminal. He noticed a familiar man running toward him. "Sir! STOP!", the guard called out to the (Austrian? No, German.) man running in his direction. "You're hurt sir, let me help."

He stopped the man and in perfect German (okay, a Dortmund flavor, but definitely clear Deutsch) said, "Your arm, my friend. Here, allow me." He genfly took Schmidt's arm and began applying a quick bandage to the cut on his forearm. (Fortunately for William he was travelling "light" so none of his secrets were revealed.)

In a moment the bleeding was stopped and the guard bid the man a kind farewell. "Villedanke, Mein Herr!" he said, winking and nodding slightly toward the bandage. Wiliam noticed the small paper corner sticking out from the wrapping. "Auf Weidersehen!", and then the guard turned away and faded back into the crowd of emergency response personnel...

 

[ringmaster]

ooc: was that my character you jus helped because now im confused

 

[KenBrauckmann]

ooc: yes... You were the one I (as the guard) helped...I _did_ get the name correct?

Oh, and DavetheProphet - please alow me to 'assist' in the following....this might not be the easiest place to explain things...

('Steve Conrad', like the helpful guard above, is my character - in disguise - but still no one is aware of his true loyalty. To make things easy, always assume my character, especially when in disguise, is there to help your character(s), UNLESS I let you know otherwise in a PM - Ken)

Now - back to the story...

Out of corner of his eye Nathan noticed the disheveled young man approaching. "Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle? I'm Steve Anderson. Pete Conrad sent me to find you. Are you two all right?" The young man seemed paniky and was certainly out of breath, but Nathan's training kicked in when he heard the name - it was a general agency pseudonym meaning the "local office".

"Pete sent a car for you. I was worried when I heard the explosion." The young man handed Nathan a set of car keys witha tag attached - obviously a rental car. "I left it locked in the parking garage. You might need this to leave what with security constraints and all." Steve whispered to Nathan as he handed him a red ID card for the car - it would appear they were with the LAX management staff and would have no problem leaving the terminal - a simple explanation would suffice.

"You better hurry sir," Steve said, "Parking lot C, level 4, slot R-6." He handed Nathan a parking lot receipt and, helping with Brandy's scattered things, hustled them toward an exit.

"I would drive you myself sir," Steve said quietly to Nathan, "but I have to let Mr. Conrad know you are safely on your way." Steve then headed quickly toward a nearby restroom, puling out his cellphone as he walked away.

 

[CJF]

Brandy frowned as she was helped to her feet. She was still breathing hard from the blast and knew something was going on that she didn't know about.
"No, no, no, I think you've got the wrong people. I'm not married, and I don't even know who this man is." she said, taking her things from the man who'd just arrived and given 'Mr. Carlisle' the keys. She looked to both men.
"Who are you, and how do yo know who I am?"

 

[KenBrauckmann]

"Ma'am, it's true you and I have never met, but Mr. Carlisle and I have worked together in the past. Mr. Conrad insisted that I give Mr. Carlisle the keys, direct you two to the car he has provided and then attend to certain other duties. Given the fact the plane you were about to board just blew up in your face, I would a little more hospitality to my employer MIGHT be in order?"

Steve took Brandy's remaining suitcase and started toward the exit and the car. "Ma'am, we are all in danger here. The plane did not just go "BOOM" by itself. You need to trust Mr. Conrad's judgement right now!"

Steve, with Nathan backing him, hustled Brandy out of the terminal and to the car. Still somewhat dazed by the explosion and the confusion of the moment, not to mention the serious tomnes of these two men, she offered little resistance - the explosion behind her causing enough "encouragement" as the man's (was his name Steve?) words sank in slowly.

Reaching the car without incident, Steve helped Nathan and Brandy in. He seemed distracted by the other cars as if expecting something that never took place. Handing "Mr. Carlisle" a business card with an address on it, he left them alone after seeing them safely out onto the access road.

He knew Nathan would trust him - they all knew the stakes for the mission. Steve then headed back to the terminal. As he entered he noticed a German-looking man using the phones and a Chinese man heading quickly for the exit to the south end of the terminal. Steve headed the other way then into the Starbuck's coffee shop where he headed to the back to use the bath room. No one noticed anything strange, given the confusion if the moment and the usual evening crowds, when a young man in sweats stepped out from the men's room and, passing back through the store, faded back into the crowd.

ooc - NO, you all lose him - he really does fade off, you are all too busy getting updayes from your control points - and William is acting on that note he was passed - the guard knew it was important, given who sent it.

 

[CJF]

Before Brandy could object, or even offer her opinion, she was ushered outside and into a car with a man who was still being called, "Mr. Carlisle." Feeling rather put out, and even more so confused, she turned to the man sitting next to her.
"Okay, first of all, if you're going to pose as someone's husband, you might try picking a girl who's not young enough to be your daughter! Secondly, if you're then going to kidnapp that girl, you might not want to be so nice about it! You and that guy practically asked me if I wanted to be kidnapped!" Brandy went on without so much as a breath. "Now, since you all seem to know something that I don't, I demand to know why my plane blew up, since it apparently didn't blow up by accident, why I'm being kidnapped and, finally, I want to know who the heck you people are!"

 

[KenBrauckmann]

ooc - boy am I glad I'm not in that car !!! Good luck Nathan... ! Oh and William - to clarify- the note you find does help you along too..... use your prop wisely! (perhaps it gets you 'ahead' of the target or connects yu with another ally?)

 

[DavetheProphet]

Nathan took a deep breath before starting the car. The experience with Mr. Anderson (as he called himself) was definately to be questioned. He wasn't truly convinced this man was on his side, but he would have to trust him until he had a reason not to. That was the problem with this job, he thought, can't trust anybody but yourself. He started up the car and began to drive out of the parking garage.

'Mr. Carlisle' looked over at the frustrated girl, and attempted to explain things as simply as he could. "I have not kidnapped you, I am merely keeping you safe. You're going to have to accept that I can't tell you everything without that knowledge endangering you. You must trust my judgement regardless." It was harsh but it was the truth. He continued "Some people are looking for you, they want something you have, and they will go to any length to get it." He hoped that was enough, for he wasn't going to elaborate much further. He kept his eyes on the road, waiting for her response.