Post by Robbie Gilford on Aug 8, 2008 18:20:54 GMT -5
Robbie had found out where Benedetto was being held captive, the only problem now was getting into a high security military base.
He’d racked his brains for several days, tempted to enlist the help of fellow Malkavians, but knowing that they wouldn’t want to get involved with direct contact against Section 13. Sure his plan would be to get in and out without being seen, but it was highly unlikely that it would go off without a hitch, his plans rarely went according to plan, that’s why he was in this mess in the first place. Deliberating for hours he came to a half decision; as his supposed planning time was getting him nowhere, he’d simply let his instincts take over when he got there, let fate decide if he saved Benedetto or not. Clearly not the best plan, so he was now set upon scoping out the area first, to do that he had to find the exact location, no easy feat; he’d been reliably informed that Benedetto was being held in the Section 13 Manchester Headquarters, but his informant hadn’t known the exact location, and neither did Robbie, he’d never wanted to spend time in a secret government base before. He’d figured out a way to find it though, he’d tail one of the patrols and see where it was that they suddenly disappeared off of the map, it shouldn’t prove too difficult, even if they found and caught him he’d be one step closer to finding Benedetto so long as he was put in a cell close by.
He’d made up that part of the plan when he’d been confronted with the wrong end of several guns, as the wily Captain of the patrol had ordered his men to double back, low and behold they’d caught sight of Robbie following them, at a distance that he’d first thought was safe…not anymore. But he’d thought fast on his feet, sure he could have escaped these men, swiping them aside with a power rush of energy from his mind, picking them all up and throwing them away, but where would that have led him? Into a whole lot of trouble, it was far simpler to be caught and put in the cells, first he just had to prove he was a Malkavian though, so they’d put him someplace close to Benedetto in the Malkavian holding area, that he presumed they had. He’d made a great show of having to use much concentration to knock aside a single soldier’s gun, they’d been rightly unimpressed but knew that he could prove dangerous eventually given training, so the guards had taken his beloved Beretta, that he’d made a show of trying to get out when they’d confronted him, and now he was lying face down in a truck, wondering quite where the hell they were taking him. Arms bound tightly behind him with reinforced handcuffs, Robbie remained quiet refusing to rise to their jibes as the soldiers joked at how easily he’d landed in their lap. The fairly non-descript army truck pulled into a multi-storey car park, Robbie didn’t see any of this, and his vision was further obscured when a rough black cloth was shoved over his head, “is this really necessary?” He’d mumbled angrily, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be a fairly helpless Malkavian who couldn’t use their powers to save anyone’s life, not even their own, the army always made the mistake of thinking Malkavians were helpless, they should have known better by now, didn’t Section 13 inform them of anything?
Bundled from the back of the truck, lowered in strong hands and half-walking half-carried to another truck he was flung into the back, landing painfully on his nose. Hearing no sound he realised he was in another truck of some sort, when the engine roared into life, and the vehicle reversed quickly traversing the streets and seemingly taking an entirely haphazard route so he wouldn’t remember it. He would have given anything to know the route, but unfortunately that would have meant blowing his cover, so he kept quiet, silent as the grave in fact as he was transported across town, flung from unmarked vehicle to unmarked vehicle at varying locations each completely random, un-connectable in theory.
Robbie eventually arrived at a rubbish heap, that’s what he’d have classed it as if he’d been able to see it’s disgusting sights, and smell the horrible smells, as it was the overpowering smell of the bag; a sickly sweaty smell mixed with old cloth, or was that old dog, whatever it was it kept him from knowing his location at all. The slovenly, disgruntled looking trashman at the gate was in fact a soldier in disguise, but a man that had become so used to his disguise he’d basically become it and lost his trim figure anyway, letting the waste disposal truck trundle in, he slammed the feeble gates shut and lazily watched it drive off into a large crate, he appeared completely unwary but the dozens of security cameras set up to cover the entire area were watched keenly by a hawk eyed official at a desk whose monotonous task was to view these same clips day in day out.
The truck rattled into the crate, grinding to a halt, and Robbie heard indistinctly two voices, one stepped outside and closed the doors, while the other remained seated as the elevator cranked into motion and the floor of the fake crate slid downwards with what could only be described as effortless grace into the large armoury. Reversing into a long row of varying trucks of all shapes and sizes, the man in non-descript blue overalls jumped out from the cab and opened the back doors, slinging the offending object that was Robbie over his beefy shoulder as he set off nonchalantly for the cells, humming as he went. Reaching front desk where all prisoners were basically catalogued and sorted he literally dropped Robbie then set about informing the crisp desk-sergeant how they’d come across him, what ID (fake as a matter of fact) he had on him and most importantly what his power as a Malkavian was, that was all that Robbie heard leastways as his hearing was instead focused upon the hum of machinery as he tried to figure out the plan of the building in his head. With a grunt the large soldier slung Robbie over his shoulder once more and stepped up to sleek doors that opened effortlessly at his approach, walking a few paces down a sparklingly clean corridor he then dumped Robbie into one of the cells; a dirty horrible, dank place that contrasted completely with the rest of the building. Roughly dragging off the cloth he stepped behind Robbie as he blinked in the light, undid his handcuffs and stepped from the room before Robbie knew what was happening. That was the impression Robbie wished to convey leastways. Trying not to grin, in case cameras were watching him, make that because he knew cameras would so obviously be keeping tabs on his every move, he pretended to look all sad and dejected, while really his heart leapt for joy, surely he was close to Benedetto now, if he had the ability to sense fellow Malkavians he was sure he’d be tingling all over right now, as it was he had to convince himself he was in the right place through logic, where else would a master hacker and skilled Malkavian be kept? Except in a large, apparently underground, high security facility.
The door of his cell hadn’t been closed for more than a minute where Robbie could hardly contain his glee when it opened again for him to see a sight he hadn’t expected, a scantily clad attractive young scientist, whose lab coat was completely tight fitting, what the hell was this? Blinking in confusion Robbie immediately sensed a trap, this was something to throw him off his guard, they thought he wouldn’t hurt a nice young lady…well he would if it meant saving Benedetto.
“What’s your real name?” She asked silkily holding a small notepad before her and more importantly closing the door behind her, now was the time, holding his head in his hands Robbie began to weep hoping she’d fall for the bait, pulling out the small cylindrical object from beneath his tongue he poked it about his neck aiming at the camera he knew was in the top right hand corner, it was where the camera always was. By then the young lady had become a little suspicious as he sharp eyes spied the gleaming metal, but she had no chance to raise the alarm as Robbie curtly moved his hand, shoving her with his mind against the cell wall, catching her before she crumpled, somehow gracefully upon the floor. Twisting the cylinder he opened it out to form a small connected earpiece and mouthpiece that would allow him to communicate with Malkavian Headquarters, because Robbie wasn’t that stupid, he wasn’t doing this alone, he was selling his services to the Malkavians, with the agreement that he’d save others while he was there and swore not to give them away if he was caught and tortured, it had seemed like a good deal to the pretty desperate Robbie.
“I’m in,” he whispered in rugged Scottish tones, pressing the delicate hand of the scientist against the panel to allow him exit, why use his mind when he didn’t need to? Best to conserve energy.
“Great” was the reply, though he could swear he heard someone in the background mutter about time too if that was Akira he’d have words and show her this breaking and entering wasn’t as easy as it might look, though of course she would be seeing all he saw through the lenses in his eyes. Slipping into the corridor he looked left and right then moved swiftly along it, looking through the opaque hardened plastic looking substance that made up the cell doors, he wasn’t up to date with the current lingo; to him it just looked like plastic, only when he’d tried throwing someone through it had he realised it sure as hell wasn’t. Most people looked as dejected and downhearted as he’d pretended to be, it really was a saddening sight, and if Benedetto looked as downcast he’d feel really disheartened himself, but there he was, he looked exactly the same, with a little more stubble than before, which was something as Benedetto never looked more than a teenager really, and his boisterous, broad smile was his usual as he gaped on seeing Robbie there as bold as brass, “Robbieee,” he cried, “I-a knew you’d come for me,” his Italian accent was as strong as ever it seemed. Grinning Robbie responded
“stand back old pal, it’s time to get you outta here.” Obliging quickly by jumping a few paces to the back of his fairly cramped cell he winced on knowing what Robbie was about to do, with the force of a hammer blow the plastic crumpled in, until a persistant voice in his ear reminded him of the plan, “use the bloody thing for goodness sake!”
Remembering the clever little device that a tech-boy at Malkavian HQ had sworn would open any lock he took the tiny chip from the earpiece and placed it upon the fingerprint recognition display, stepping back he expected a loud bang, but was disappointed when nothing seemed to happen, then there was a little sizzling sound, the lights flickered dramatically and the doors all flew open, “brilliant,” breathed Robbie as Benedetto flung himself at Robbie wrapping the Scot up tight around his chest and even picking him up.
“Woah let’s save the celebrations for when we get outta here.”
“You av actually got a plan to get us out then?”
“Course, so let’s move.” Dazed and bewildered prisoners, whom he had hoped were all Malkavians were emerging from their cells, just as alarms began to sound keening in their ears, hearing a roar behind him he realised Malkavians weren’t the only prisoners kept here afterall, but they would all have to work together to stand even the slightest chance of actually escaping.
He’d racked his brains for several days, tempted to enlist the help of fellow Malkavians, but knowing that they wouldn’t want to get involved with direct contact against Section 13. Sure his plan would be to get in and out without being seen, but it was highly unlikely that it would go off without a hitch, his plans rarely went according to plan, that’s why he was in this mess in the first place. Deliberating for hours he came to a half decision; as his supposed planning time was getting him nowhere, he’d simply let his instincts take over when he got there, let fate decide if he saved Benedetto or not. Clearly not the best plan, so he was now set upon scoping out the area first, to do that he had to find the exact location, no easy feat; he’d been reliably informed that Benedetto was being held in the Section 13 Manchester Headquarters, but his informant hadn’t known the exact location, and neither did Robbie, he’d never wanted to spend time in a secret government base before. He’d figured out a way to find it though, he’d tail one of the patrols and see where it was that they suddenly disappeared off of the map, it shouldn’t prove too difficult, even if they found and caught him he’d be one step closer to finding Benedetto so long as he was put in a cell close by.
He’d made up that part of the plan when he’d been confronted with the wrong end of several guns, as the wily Captain of the patrol had ordered his men to double back, low and behold they’d caught sight of Robbie following them, at a distance that he’d first thought was safe…not anymore. But he’d thought fast on his feet, sure he could have escaped these men, swiping them aside with a power rush of energy from his mind, picking them all up and throwing them away, but where would that have led him? Into a whole lot of trouble, it was far simpler to be caught and put in the cells, first he just had to prove he was a Malkavian though, so they’d put him someplace close to Benedetto in the Malkavian holding area, that he presumed they had. He’d made a great show of having to use much concentration to knock aside a single soldier’s gun, they’d been rightly unimpressed but knew that he could prove dangerous eventually given training, so the guards had taken his beloved Beretta, that he’d made a show of trying to get out when they’d confronted him, and now he was lying face down in a truck, wondering quite where the hell they were taking him. Arms bound tightly behind him with reinforced handcuffs, Robbie remained quiet refusing to rise to their jibes as the soldiers joked at how easily he’d landed in their lap. The fairly non-descript army truck pulled into a multi-storey car park, Robbie didn’t see any of this, and his vision was further obscured when a rough black cloth was shoved over his head, “is this really necessary?” He’d mumbled angrily, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be a fairly helpless Malkavian who couldn’t use their powers to save anyone’s life, not even their own, the army always made the mistake of thinking Malkavians were helpless, they should have known better by now, didn’t Section 13 inform them of anything?
Bundled from the back of the truck, lowered in strong hands and half-walking half-carried to another truck he was flung into the back, landing painfully on his nose. Hearing no sound he realised he was in another truck of some sort, when the engine roared into life, and the vehicle reversed quickly traversing the streets and seemingly taking an entirely haphazard route so he wouldn’t remember it. He would have given anything to know the route, but unfortunately that would have meant blowing his cover, so he kept quiet, silent as the grave in fact as he was transported across town, flung from unmarked vehicle to unmarked vehicle at varying locations each completely random, un-connectable in theory.
Robbie eventually arrived at a rubbish heap, that’s what he’d have classed it as if he’d been able to see it’s disgusting sights, and smell the horrible smells, as it was the overpowering smell of the bag; a sickly sweaty smell mixed with old cloth, or was that old dog, whatever it was it kept him from knowing his location at all. The slovenly, disgruntled looking trashman at the gate was in fact a soldier in disguise, but a man that had become so used to his disguise he’d basically become it and lost his trim figure anyway, letting the waste disposal truck trundle in, he slammed the feeble gates shut and lazily watched it drive off into a large crate, he appeared completely unwary but the dozens of security cameras set up to cover the entire area were watched keenly by a hawk eyed official at a desk whose monotonous task was to view these same clips day in day out.
The truck rattled into the crate, grinding to a halt, and Robbie heard indistinctly two voices, one stepped outside and closed the doors, while the other remained seated as the elevator cranked into motion and the floor of the fake crate slid downwards with what could only be described as effortless grace into the large armoury. Reversing into a long row of varying trucks of all shapes and sizes, the man in non-descript blue overalls jumped out from the cab and opened the back doors, slinging the offending object that was Robbie over his beefy shoulder as he set off nonchalantly for the cells, humming as he went. Reaching front desk where all prisoners were basically catalogued and sorted he literally dropped Robbie then set about informing the crisp desk-sergeant how they’d come across him, what ID (fake as a matter of fact) he had on him and most importantly what his power as a Malkavian was, that was all that Robbie heard leastways as his hearing was instead focused upon the hum of machinery as he tried to figure out the plan of the building in his head. With a grunt the large soldier slung Robbie over his shoulder once more and stepped up to sleek doors that opened effortlessly at his approach, walking a few paces down a sparklingly clean corridor he then dumped Robbie into one of the cells; a dirty horrible, dank place that contrasted completely with the rest of the building. Roughly dragging off the cloth he stepped behind Robbie as he blinked in the light, undid his handcuffs and stepped from the room before Robbie knew what was happening. That was the impression Robbie wished to convey leastways. Trying not to grin, in case cameras were watching him, make that because he knew cameras would so obviously be keeping tabs on his every move, he pretended to look all sad and dejected, while really his heart leapt for joy, surely he was close to Benedetto now, if he had the ability to sense fellow Malkavians he was sure he’d be tingling all over right now, as it was he had to convince himself he was in the right place through logic, where else would a master hacker and skilled Malkavian be kept? Except in a large, apparently underground, high security facility.
The door of his cell hadn’t been closed for more than a minute where Robbie could hardly contain his glee when it opened again for him to see a sight he hadn’t expected, a scantily clad attractive young scientist, whose lab coat was completely tight fitting, what the hell was this? Blinking in confusion Robbie immediately sensed a trap, this was something to throw him off his guard, they thought he wouldn’t hurt a nice young lady…well he would if it meant saving Benedetto.
“What’s your real name?” She asked silkily holding a small notepad before her and more importantly closing the door behind her, now was the time, holding his head in his hands Robbie began to weep hoping she’d fall for the bait, pulling out the small cylindrical object from beneath his tongue he poked it about his neck aiming at the camera he knew was in the top right hand corner, it was where the camera always was. By then the young lady had become a little suspicious as he sharp eyes spied the gleaming metal, but she had no chance to raise the alarm as Robbie curtly moved his hand, shoving her with his mind against the cell wall, catching her before she crumpled, somehow gracefully upon the floor. Twisting the cylinder he opened it out to form a small connected earpiece and mouthpiece that would allow him to communicate with Malkavian Headquarters, because Robbie wasn’t that stupid, he wasn’t doing this alone, he was selling his services to the Malkavians, with the agreement that he’d save others while he was there and swore not to give them away if he was caught and tortured, it had seemed like a good deal to the pretty desperate Robbie.
“I’m in,” he whispered in rugged Scottish tones, pressing the delicate hand of the scientist against the panel to allow him exit, why use his mind when he didn’t need to? Best to conserve energy.
“Great” was the reply, though he could swear he heard someone in the background mutter about time too if that was Akira he’d have words and show her this breaking and entering wasn’t as easy as it might look, though of course she would be seeing all he saw through the lenses in his eyes. Slipping into the corridor he looked left and right then moved swiftly along it, looking through the opaque hardened plastic looking substance that made up the cell doors, he wasn’t up to date with the current lingo; to him it just looked like plastic, only when he’d tried throwing someone through it had he realised it sure as hell wasn’t. Most people looked as dejected and downhearted as he’d pretended to be, it really was a saddening sight, and if Benedetto looked as downcast he’d feel really disheartened himself, but there he was, he looked exactly the same, with a little more stubble than before, which was something as Benedetto never looked more than a teenager really, and his boisterous, broad smile was his usual as he gaped on seeing Robbie there as bold as brass, “Robbieee,” he cried, “I-a knew you’d come for me,” his Italian accent was as strong as ever it seemed. Grinning Robbie responded
“stand back old pal, it’s time to get you outta here.” Obliging quickly by jumping a few paces to the back of his fairly cramped cell he winced on knowing what Robbie was about to do, with the force of a hammer blow the plastic crumpled in, until a persistant voice in his ear reminded him of the plan, “use the bloody thing for goodness sake!”
Remembering the clever little device that a tech-boy at Malkavian HQ had sworn would open any lock he took the tiny chip from the earpiece and placed it upon the fingerprint recognition display, stepping back he expected a loud bang, but was disappointed when nothing seemed to happen, then there was a little sizzling sound, the lights flickered dramatically and the doors all flew open, “brilliant,” breathed Robbie as Benedetto flung himself at Robbie wrapping the Scot up tight around his chest and even picking him up.
“Woah let’s save the celebrations for when we get outta here.”
“You av actually got a plan to get us out then?”
“Course, so let’s move.” Dazed and bewildered prisoners, whom he had hoped were all Malkavians were emerging from their cells, just as alarms began to sound keening in their ears, hearing a roar behind him he realised Malkavians weren’t the only prisoners kept here afterall, but they would all have to work together to stand even the slightest chance of actually escaping.