Post by johncheese on Feb 18, 2020 17:17:55 GMT -5
Just a sneak peek as the Agents of Argent begin their road to reunion in time for the 'Shadow Games'.
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Ladon’s Rock Prison, Symkaria
The silver haired woman dressed in an orange jumpsuit sat in her cell reading a bible just as a pair of guards dressed in silver ballistic armour walked up to the hardened plastic cell door. Not even bothering to look up, the woman placed her book down, got up and turned to face the bare wall on the right-hand side of the cell.
“This isn’t an inspection Sablinova, you have a visitor.” One of the guards stated as a bald-headed man dressed in a suit walked up to the cell door. Seemingly nervous he placed his brief case and altered his cufflinks.
“Miss Sablinova, I’m Warren Burstyn.” The man stated in an American accented voice. “I’m here to talk about your extradition.”
“How nice, but you’ll find that my cousin won’t allow someone as connected as me to be placed in American hands.” Ana stated as she sat back on her chair, and reached for her book. “Doing that would be giving the United States the keys to our nation’s defences and secrets.”
“True, but never the less you were responsible for over three hundred cases of felony murder via your criminal conspiracy with Barbara Robb AKA the Dreamweaver.” Burstyn spluttered as he looked at the guards before back at Ana. “Since she is still in the wind, but the convictions against you are still credible.”
“No there not, all the deaths were reversed, and I certainly didn’t have anything to do with the Dreamweaver’s plans. And hypothetically, even if I did, who would testify?” Ana asked as she slid the book up to cover her face.
Burstyn smiled before turning his back to the cell. “Or they have witnesses, I believe Ms Sinue, Ms Grey and Ms Hannigan have all agreed to testify regarding your involvement with the Dream Weaver. You confessed, and your cousin is willing to extradite you to save Symkaria’s international reputation on the agreement that you serve your sentence here.”
“A high-tech gilded cage is still a cage Mr Burstyn.” Ana replied as she flicked the page as something heavy fell to the floor. Looking up she saw both guard’s unconscious on the floor, their armour locked down, their weapons sparking, leaving Burstyn standing alone.
“Then let’s break you out.” Burstyn announced as he tapped the suitcase, the metal liquefying and climbing up his leg to form green armour that covered him completely.
“And why should I leave with you?” Ana asked as Burstyn fired a pulse at the door, the cybernetics disengaging as it was neutralised, the locks clicking open.
“You get to Corinthians XII in that book?” Burstyn replied as he picked up one of the rifles from the guards, the weapon reactivating at his touch.
“That was you?” Ana asked as she took a step into the doorway, her eyes trained on the gun Burstyn was holding.
“My employers. They need a spy master to put together a team for a kill order. A local operative in Paris has destroyed their operations, forced them out of the capital.” Burstyn told Ana as he offered the rifle to the prisoner, butt first. “This offer is sincere. You of all people should know how much my going rate is.”
“I have an idea.” Ana stated with a smile as she tied her hair into a ponytail, checked the ammo counter on the rifle and flipped the red dot scope of the weapon to an operational position. “And I’ve always wanted to go to the City of Lights. I’ve heard it’s to die for.”
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Ladon’s Rock Prison, Symkaria
The silver haired woman dressed in an orange jumpsuit sat in her cell reading a bible just as a pair of guards dressed in silver ballistic armour walked up to the hardened plastic cell door. Not even bothering to look up, the woman placed her book down, got up and turned to face the bare wall on the right-hand side of the cell.
“This isn’t an inspection Sablinova, you have a visitor.” One of the guards stated as a bald-headed man dressed in a suit walked up to the cell door. Seemingly nervous he placed his brief case and altered his cufflinks.
“Miss Sablinova, I’m Warren Burstyn.” The man stated in an American accented voice. “I’m here to talk about your extradition.”
“How nice, but you’ll find that my cousin won’t allow someone as connected as me to be placed in American hands.” Ana stated as she sat back on her chair, and reached for her book. “Doing that would be giving the United States the keys to our nation’s defences and secrets.”
“True, but never the less you were responsible for over three hundred cases of felony murder via your criminal conspiracy with Barbara Robb AKA the Dreamweaver.” Burstyn spluttered as he looked at the guards before back at Ana. “Since she is still in the wind, but the convictions against you are still credible.”
“No there not, all the deaths were reversed, and I certainly didn’t have anything to do with the Dreamweaver’s plans. And hypothetically, even if I did, who would testify?” Ana asked as she slid the book up to cover her face.
Burstyn smiled before turning his back to the cell. “Or they have witnesses, I believe Ms Sinue, Ms Grey and Ms Hannigan have all agreed to testify regarding your involvement with the Dream Weaver. You confessed, and your cousin is willing to extradite you to save Symkaria’s international reputation on the agreement that you serve your sentence here.”
“A high-tech gilded cage is still a cage Mr Burstyn.” Ana replied as she flicked the page as something heavy fell to the floor. Looking up she saw both guard’s unconscious on the floor, their armour locked down, their weapons sparking, leaving Burstyn standing alone.
“Then let’s break you out.” Burstyn announced as he tapped the suitcase, the metal liquefying and climbing up his leg to form green armour that covered him completely.
“And why should I leave with you?” Ana asked as Burstyn fired a pulse at the door, the cybernetics disengaging as it was neutralised, the locks clicking open.
“You get to Corinthians XII in that book?” Burstyn replied as he picked up one of the rifles from the guards, the weapon reactivating at his touch.
“That was you?” Ana asked as she took a step into the doorway, her eyes trained on the gun Burstyn was holding.
“My employers. They need a spy master to put together a team for a kill order. A local operative in Paris has destroyed their operations, forced them out of the capital.” Burstyn told Ana as he offered the rifle to the prisoner, butt first. “This offer is sincere. You of all people should know how much my going rate is.”
“I have an idea.” Ana stated with a smile as she tied her hair into a ponytail, checked the ammo counter on the rifle and flipped the red dot scope of the weapon to an operational position. “And I’ve always wanted to go to the City of Lights. I’ve heard it’s to die for.”