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Adelric 26 Sep 2016, 22:07 Post #1
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After a hard day of negotiating with colleagues and other senators on her Private security bill. Erika lays along a black leather couch with her blue eyes lazily fixed on the holoprojector, reaching through the empty glass of four alcoholic bottles atop a coffee table; White wine to be precise. Erika cherished the taste of the Sauvignon Blanc, the holoprojector is tuned to some black and white artistic product of the late 20th Century and a tear rolls down Erika's face as men wearing grey uniforms with lightning bolts on their helmet clear out a Ghetto. Erika's left hand reaches down and pulls up the blue, flower embroidered quilt up over her shoulder, before plunging a spoon into her nursed tub of vanilla icecream and casually shovelling it into her mouth. Beneath the guilt, Erika's body is clad only in some cotton trousers and cotton nightie, both black with white stars over them. Behind the holoprojector is a sliding laminated glass door that leads out to a porch attached to a beach, over her shoulder behind the spine of the couch is a kitchen adjacent to a narrow hallway leading to the front door.
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Ghost01 26 Sep 2016, 22:49 Post #2
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Raven allowed a smirk to form on her face, hands angled upwards against her visor as she pressed. The device which looked like expensive sunglases slid up to her foread for a moment as the cannibalistic assassin assessed the security situation. She had been back and forth, probbinf the place for a couple of days now.

There were a number of blindspots, and while that woman was present there were four guards present on foot which roamed the perimeter. Another pair usually remained down the road almost like traveling ocerwatch. However the were in a car, something which Raven was quick to take note of. They did radio checks every hour on the half hour, meaning time would have to be managed. The guards shifts were on a six hour cycle but they all did things the same regimented way.

The plan was simple, at the next radio check the duo in the car would be the first targets. Raven had a nice surprise in play for them already, she was just waiting for the countdown. Beyond that, sneaking inside without having to deal with the remaining four was the easy part. She just had to follow along the lane of a blind spot, hack the CP to the garrage and it was in from there. Now like everye politician...this poor girl had enemies. Raven's smirk turned into a full blown grin as she moved along the coastal rocks and back into the beach, her approach was set, three homes prior down the row. The spacing was annoying but she'd cover it quickly.
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Adelric 26 Sep 2016, 23:14 Post #3
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Erika continues to lay on the leather couch, watching the movie and nursing the Vanilla ice cream. Wiping some off of her lip with thumb, her thoughts turn to the large bed with Egyptian linen sheets waiting. Erika remains stalwart in her attempts to stay awake and finish the movie. Erika's left hand reaches from her icecream tub to the chatter sitting on the edge of her coffee table, bringing it over down beneath Gaze, her voice gives an unambigious command. "Call, Melissa." Erika slides the earpiece over left ear, purses her eyes and listens to the FTL connection establish.
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CWO2 Melissa "Mako" Harvard
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Blue eyes darted across the terminal screen. Revelations that would change her life forever were staring her in the face, obviously being pieced to her by some...fairly sensitive source. She released a slow breath, blinking away tears as she leaned back in her seat.

Melissa gripped at her large coffee mug, sipping at the alcoholic contents which happened to be a mix of rum and whiskey. A fairly...epic tone drawing her attention and pulling the sailor from her thoughts. She cleared her throat before answering. "Hello?"

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Erika's Beachhouse

As the timer hit zero a smile silver plate-like device started blinking, a dim red light on its edge as it sat underneath the security details parked car. A puff of smoke and a shallow thump followed briefly as ball bearings shot up into the vehicle. The bounced off ceramic, metal, and bullet proof glass, ricocheting through the interior through fabric and flesh alike.

Raven glanced down at her wrist. checking the time as she started hacking the access panel to the garage door. A slight pause when she glanced down to watch the numbers, letters and symbols start their cycle. She wore her full armor, minus the helmet as usual, but she had it on her just in case. "This will be....fun " she muttered to herself as she waited for just a little while longer.
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Adelric 26 Sep 2016, 23:42 Post #5
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"Gut Nacht Melissa, it is Erika." A small smirk crawls across Erika's pursed lips, peeling the blanket away from her body. Placing ice cream tub atop the coffee table and sitting up on the leather couch with her warm feet resting across the slate floor. "How are you darling, good?" The sophistication of Erika's proper social conduct wisps from her tone. A distant albeit distinct thud causes Erika to gasp and glance over her right shoulder towards front door. Erika instinctively knows the source of such a sound on a quiet night, that was an explosive of some description. Possibly an IED? Terrorists maybe? Here, all the way in the capital of the UEG? Its' peaceful heartland? It is difficult to believe for her. "Hold on Mako, something is happening." Her response is the same regardless if Mel heard the explosion or not, Erika rises up out of the couch and looks towards the door with a concerned look.
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"Well well well, it isn't little-uh, I mean...Senator Saldern." Something she would have to get used too. "Right you got elected, congratulations." That just went to show how often they talked, though between both if their schedules it was no wonder. While she didn't hear the subtle explosion on Erika's end she picked up on the woman's voice. "What us ut?"

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Raven gave a slight nudge to the door, helping it open . She stepped into the gareage, eyeing the vehicles there. "My little prey has been doing so well. Her whispering almost sounded proud as she neared the next door. The door opener softly, maybe a shift in the air would cause a need for investigation but Raven was quick, darting from the barrage door and out into the hall near the kitchen.

An M6C/Socom drawn as she moved past, eyes snanning as the settled on Erika. She smiled, relishing the moment in being just mergers from her. Silent steps propelled her forward, free hand reached out to grab the woman by a hand full of her hair if she could.
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"Now, you do not need to call me that Melissa, 'Erika' will do." Erika turns and walks towards the sliding door leading out to the beach, disengaging the lock. The door will slide open, allowing a steady cool breeze to roll on in through the beach house. "I think a place on my street has just been hit by an insurgent attack!" Erika glanced over her shoulder for a moment to the distinct sound of boot footsteps and sees an armoured figure with what is obviously a UNSC Sidearm aimed at her, that wasn't one of her suit-clad security people. "Schiesse!" Erika lurches forward outside of her home into a potentially surprisingly fast sprint, not recognizing the voice initially but it was clear what they are here for. "Shit, shit, shit! Someone is here to kill me!" Erika's voice explodes into panic, making a B-line for the safest place she can be. Out in the open, where the other guards might see her. But Erika wasn't going to stop, oh no. Raven could see it is clear Erika is making a dart for the ocean.
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Erika's Beachhouse

Raven is left with a wide eyes expression on her face, raven hair escaping her grasp as Her prey ran with physical prowess that few people possessed...especially considering. The assassin had taken note of the bottle and ice cream, but that was beside the point. She jumped the railing and gave m chase, raising the weapon and aiming generally bellow Erika's waist and pulling the trigger a few times in hopes of disabling her

CWO2 Melissa "Mako" Harvard
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Melissa stood up from her chair, as if there was something she could do from where she way. "Insurrection, a distraction maybe?" Erika's next words leave the sailor a bit speechless for a few seconds. "Your security, you need to either get closer to them or move to an area of easy access...find transport if you can."

She started accessing another line in hopes of contact resources in her area. "Possibility I'll get intercepted but...there really isn't a choice here.," she spoke to herself. "Erika..." She couldn't think of how to advise her without knowing the situation, but how did she ask or such things in that moment?
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Erika hears the first shot and through a display of sharp instinctive reflexes makes less than straight strides with her legs, figuring that the Assassin was attempting to disable her through shots to the lower limbs otherwise she would have been dead right now. Unluckily, one round actually forces itself through Erika's left buttocks, flying all the way through her rather thin body and shooting out beside hip with a stream of blood. Erika howls in pain even as her body is carried to the edge of the water. Melissa would easily be able to hear the sound of gunshots before seawater drowns the Earpiece with Erika diving beneath the waves under the moon-lit sky. Even with the freezing water washing over her for a moment, her feet kicking and arms thrusting. Erika knows this is the one safe place for her right now, here that M6C will be useless because of the density of the water. And the Assassin stopped thanks to that armor she was wearing. Raven would need to be forced to take it off which would take time, time enough for Erika to make her way towards Sydney harbour from her North Shore Beachfront property.

The pain from the gunshot wound begins to set in, Erika's mouth gasps for air as she will come up a little from the beach, deep enough so her feet cannot reach the sandbank but not far enough that Raven couldn't just take more shots at her if she so pleased.
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CWO2 Melissa "Mako" Harvard
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Melissa was in a bit of panic as the sound of rounds impacting came in over the line. While she couldn't make out the sound of the suppressed weapon firing, she knew what rounds striking the earth did. However before she could say anything else the sound of what he only imagined was water, followed by static left her in silence.

This was all a bit much, knowing what she had just learned and now... She needed time but there wasn't any, something she should've been used too. She hurried it all, deep inside and locked it away. "Well, time to make some suggestions." She grabbed her jacket and left her room quickly.

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Erika's Beachhouse

Raven growled low in her throat as that damn spook just kept going. "See...now I have to kill you, "she muttered to herself while changing course. Within a few minutes she leisurely walked back across the rocks where she had started and crouched low. She looked at her wrist, typing lightly to send a message to Hunter. 'I'll be here a while...the hunt got extended so ing wait up.'

That said Raven would have to change her approach to this. She'd most likely go to a hospital which meant more security and witnesses that she wanted to deal with. However...if she wanted to destroy the whole building then it would be much easier..mhere she was trying to be surgical. "Earth, what a pain." She stood out on the rocks, watching Erika for a moment. "What an interesting body you have..."
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