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Post by materwolf » Thu Jan 29, 2015 2:01 pm

A Collie fur stood at the corner in front of a cafe. She was wearing a pair of dress khaki pants, a white button up shirt, brown polished southern style boots and a brown leather jacket. Putting on her aviator style sunglasses, she checked her watch. Her name was Karen O'Connor, and worked for a Confederate Intelligence Agency-though not the CIA directly. It was strange and a part of the government not many government officials actually knew about.
The reason she was standing on that particular corner somewhere in downtown Panama City, was because she had a job to do. Nothing glorious like the kinds of things seen on James Bond movies--this time. Instead, she was there to try and do something that would make the bean-counters in the budget office flinch until they looked at the cost of what would have happened instead. Karen had access to a certain 'slush fund' account and was down here in this ramshackle looking slum town to offer the wanna-be war-lord of the area a bribe to keep his small army from attacking Confederate-held things. Namely the locks and gates to the Canal.

It wasn't long before a Mercedes car skids to a stop and two large Rottweiler furs usher the collie into the back seat and drive off. She looked at the two rottweilers on either side, then at the driver-a German Shepherd then said "You know, Mercedes makes an SUV now. Really roomy, great off road-and surprisingly affordable." That didn't get much of a reaction from the other canines.

They Mercedes stopped in front of the only decent building in the city; the Luxury hotel. The driver stayed with the car, as did one guard. The other escorted Karen to the penthouse suite where the Russian warlord-wannabe was doing his best Hugh Hefner imitation with nothing but a robe on and cat girls in bikinis all around him-as well as more rottweiler guards all packing MAC-10's...

The Russian was actually a Siberian, also a canine, and a husky...well...husky. He smiled and pointed at Karen "Haha! C.I.A.!" The collie smiled "Oh, no, not really. I don't work for anyone directly. I'm...lets just say 'freelance'." The Russian chuckled "Oh no, you are C.I.A. You are come here to kill me, no?"
"No, no, no. See if I was from someplace official like the CIA, I would be. Instead, I am here to offer you the equivalent of $1,000,000 to make sure nothing happens to the canal workers. Specifically the Confederates. No one disappears, no one gets pushed over the side, no one tries to catch a truck with their face. Deal?"
The husky thought about this a moment "Alright. Deal."
Karen held her jacket open to show the guards she wasn't reaching for a gun, grabbed her phone and dialed the number to her agency contact.
"This is Agent O'Connor, I have a transfer for the Panama Issue." She was put on hold and during that time she motioned for the Husky to write down the account number. He did so and Karen held the paper as she read the numbers to the person on the other end of the phone line. She smiled and waited a moment, then a different voice came over the phone. "We've got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted." Then the line went dead. She turned to the husky and smiled "A mix-up, wrong bank, heh, I'll sort it out." She dialed the number again and waited for it to rink three times. She got a female's voice "We're sorry, Agent O'Connor. You're blacklisted. Goodbye." Then the line went dead.

Karen was next seen being carried back to the car by a pair of rottweiler guards. The Husky had assumed Karen was trying to set them him up and steal the money, so as punishment the guards kicked her repeatedly for a few minutes-she tried to play it off so they would take her somewhere before killing her. She made like she was going to be sick before getting to the car so the guards would take her to the bathroom-lucky for her they didn't feel like going in the girl's room. She took her time and looked around.
Vents are too small to crawl through-unless you're either a rodent fur or 5 years old...Fashioning a weapon won't work too well, seeing as both guards outside were not only larger than her, but also carried MAC-10's. So that was out.Instead she pulled the fire alarm. Most of the time no one will react to a fire alarm unless they see flames, however if you add smoke, sometimes that could be just good enough.
Taking the toilet paper from two of the four stalls, she then put a book of matches in the center of one roll, then lit another match. In teh time it took to catch and start putting smoke under the door, Karen had removed her jacket, slipped her sunglasses in a pocket and pulled her pocket knife out, hiding in the crook of the door. When the guards rushed in to get her, the first one was dropped quickly with the blade in his spine, the other guard tried to bring his machine pistol to bear, but the collie kicked his wrist, punched the very end of his muzzle, then slammed his head into the nearby sink.

It didn't take long for her to get the machine pistols off of her opponents and one of the guards even had a Sig Saur P226 on them. She used the Sig to put a round in each of the guard's heads, then slipped the MAC-10's in her jacket, rolled it up and hurried out with the slight confusion created by the fire alarm and the smoke. Once outside, she nearly made it away from the other guard and the Mercedes driver in the crowd, but the guard spotted her and the chase was on.
The guard sprinted after her, slowed by the crowd, while the driver tried to bring the car around to cut her off. Karen gripped the rolled up jacket and lowered down a bit as she ran, tackling someone off of their vintage Indian motorcycle, crammed the jacket into the saddlebag and burned rubber on the back tire as she started her escape.
The motorcycle was a better choice than the Mercedes. It could maneuver in the pedestrian-choked streets easier, make tighter turns and had a quicker acceleration as well. Even with all those advantages, it still took Karen over an hour to fully loose her pursuers. She lost them finally when she took a turn at higher speed, leaning into the turn and even screeching the tires of the bike. The car following tried the same turn, but drifted too much and T-boned itself on the corner of a building.
At the airport, she was able to flash her Government ID card to get in-luckily they didn't check the validity of the ID...or the saddlebag on the bike. Once inside she bartered passage on a Military C-130 Cargo Plane back to the United States before she curled up on a pallet of Ammo Cans. The Indian was strapped down as well for the flight, and the tired collie felt like she could relax as she passed out.

When she came-to, she was laying in a low-cost hotel, whoever had brought her there was in the bathroom taking a shower. In a wave of worry, she sat up, yipped from her cracked ribs -courtesy of the guards she had to deal with in that Panamanian Hotel suite- and looked for her clothes. In her neatly folded clothes she found her car keys-to the Chevy Impala SS parked at the Intelligence Agency Headquarters in Richmond, her cell phone -cracked and almost useless-, the Sig Saur P226 with 2 rounds short of a full magazine, and her sunglasses. In the small open space of the hotel room sat the Motorcycle-presumably with her jacket and the acquired MAC-10's in the saddlebag. Karen sat up and groaned at the cracked ribs, before laying back down and getting a hold of the Sig-just in case.
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Post by inuboitoy » Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:41 pm

Maximilian was a simple sort of Feline. well for the most part. if there was anything he could be counted on for is his love of the high society. and his distaste for missing breakfast. The day before was a complete mess and his Armani suit had a rip in the sleeve due to it.
Arriving to the hotel Koukana, his choice obviously, his partner in crime, Roseflower Flowing Zephyr, asked him to get a room. Although the last person to call her that ended up in the walls of one of the most distinguished luxury hotels in Manhattan...never to be found. she prefers one of her multitude of codenames that she uses, or mostly just rose for the most part.

After arriving at the hotel and getting his usual rooms, Maximillian flirted with the new bumbling bellhop telling him to come to his room if he gets any free time; Lucas, being the young furs name ,a nine tailed fox being the deciding factor as to why he invited the boy. Max had got two rooms adjoining to each other since he planned on entertaining/seducing men in this particular hotel he visited so often, so he decided to not be rude.

Max scoped out his room for the familiar bugs, wire taps, etc that the ppl liked to put in all of the rooms. He found a few here and there and took them all out, called a cleaning lady and told her to clean the room again this time he will be watching her., as per his usual routine when coming to the hotel.

After the long and tedious hours it took to clean the room to Max's unrealistic standards he dismissed the maid and began enjoying his evening. Halfway through rose decides to call askign him for help she is outside and with a rapid click of the line she hung up. how rude of her!!! better go see what she wants Taking his sweet time, ignoring the multiple phone calls in the meantime he dressed in his best suit and headed downstairs to help Rose. The moment he entered the lobby he saw what she need him for, heavy lifting...again.
"why is it that whenever you call me it's to bring someone up some flights of stairs with you; you know what never-mind don't even answer that I don't even care just come one"

with muted responses and piercing glares he noticed a multitude of people were staring at them to his own paranoia as if they were lower class ridiculous people looking down on me. this woman is lucky I need her
Making it up to the room Max realized that in carryign the woman in his arms somethign sharp had pierced his suit. He dropped the fur on the bed in Rose's room and showed her the tear "See this Rose, Three THOUSAND dollar suit and in carrying her i get a tear. You owe me." Max walked off to his room and decided to call of room service which was brought by the same bellhop that he had propositioned earlier that day. "well , well you work two different jobs in one day" Max let out a slight chuckle "today;s my lucky day"

**************

the morning after his night of passion he woke up in the arms of the bellhop finished what he started last night, and finally let the boy go. He went to Rose's room to find her in the shower and the other person fast asleep. He left the room donned some casual clothes and went to go fetch breakfast, if there was one meal he never missed was breakfast. Flirting again with the waiter that took his order he began his morning ritual of finding a new toy to play with before heading back up the stairs with food for the other two troublesome furs he had to deal with.
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Post by Ksaa » Tue Feb 03, 2015 4:22 pm

Rose was miffed. As her partner left the room he teased her with her full name, as revenge for the suit. She growled, but it was a useless growl. She knew he knew they needed each other. They had become an odd sort of friends, after all it began with her hacking his finances and blackmailing him on his underworld dealings. Long story short, he hired her after a stand off, as she was clearly better at both his finances and his digital security then the last one to hold the position. Together they quickly accustomed to each other's skill sets. Someone with high-level access and easy travel, and a hacker. They became both high-class thieves as well as bounty hunters. On top of their 'day-jobs'. It wasnt like she wasnt an actual work-at-home computer engineer. She really was.

Which is exactly what she was doing when she got a notice from her RSS feed. Okay so many she had gotten bored with the programming task her boss had sent her, and instead was in this little cafe in the panamas, using her SatLink to play WoW. "Shin'do, Sin'Dorei, Noob." She announced to herself as the PVP duel completed with her as a the victor. She was here for other business. Max had been contracted to legitimize some new piece of art discovered. She frankly didnt care. She only stuck around long enough for them to decided to not exhort the owners.

"Oh?" Her interest piqued as she read the ticker. Turns out an a spy that was visiting the area had stolen government secrets about the Locks and was planning on selling them to the local warlords. The fact she was local was the interesting part. She read the description and attached government-looking ID-picture. She set it to memory and got to work. After a deft and quick research on who exactly this person was she found a phone number, and using her backdoor in the Cell Networks, she triangulated the target's whereabouts.

That was when she got confused. The GPS program said the local was right where she was at. Mostly. She looked around, confused, but then spotted what appeared to be a somewhat disguised version of the ID. The rundown did say the fur was a master of blending in. She closed up all her tech, and was about to stand when a fancy car stopped and two thugs let her in. "Merde," she cussed in a cajun accent. "Too late." She decided, instead to tail them and wait for a good time. Racoons, as Rose was, where quite known for such.

***

She kept far back, and ensured once they entered the compound to keep a place where she could keep an eye out. Good thing, as things didnt seem to go as planned, and there was a ruckus, and quickly her target fled. She hung her head, sighed, and packed up quickly, hopping back on her own small Honda motorcycle.

Of course she had called and explained to Max what was going on during her down time. Ultimately Rose lost the target after boarding a military bird.

She sat in the cafe of the airport and researched info on the plane. She grinned with an idea, hacked her way into the local airport system for a ticket on a civilian plane heading the same direction. While waiting on the boarding call, she faked a milspec request for detour to the town she expected to land in. After sending Max updates, requesting he fly forward, and get things set up, she grinned, packed up once more, and boarded.

***

It was a hassle, to say the least. But she had snuck aboard the military bird, via cargo bay where she saw her target enter as well, and there the target was- fast asleep. She felt lucky, for once. After pulling a rag with some foul smelling knockout liquid, she made to cover her muzzle, and after a slight struggle it was done, finished before it started.

The noise brought some of the security team, but she flashed her own bounty hunter license, and explained the stowaway being her target. They helped her carry the dead weight to another plane, after all, the fugitive was being held for selling high-level secrets. It helped her escape the trouble of being a civilian on a military craft for any reasons, by directing their focus to her target. They even helped carry the bike over to luggage. She had to pay a hefty fine for it, though.

Once they landed in the final leg of their journey, a second flash of her badge got security to help her carry the body to a taxi, and finally to the hotel. Of course, any time the collie-fur began to wake, she would drug her once more.

On the way up max was fuming and ranting about how she always used him for lifting bodies. she only shrugged innocently. "Well, we could stop this mercenary-type business. Then again, it's one things that pays for that suit of yours, hun. among... covering tracks as it were." Her accent was of a deep southerner, though not quite the 'southern belle' type.

He ranted about how some sharp bit ripped the cuff, and stormed off. she frankly didnt care. four thousand dollars, but he had a wardrobe worth of them back home. That was pocket chance to the socialite that she called partner.

It was a good thing they frequented this hotel on bounty hunts. at least the cops would not be called, since the hotel knew what their jobs where. She also figured it was better to haul the stolen panama-bike to the room, so it couldnt be seen by passers-by on the street or the parking area.

After a good night's rest, she groggily got up, the still-unconscious woman next to her in bed. She chuckled at a mental joke about having woke up next to her after a "strenuous day and night" and got in the shower. She made the mistake of forgetting to apply another dose of the fragrant knockout drug. What she had not forgotten was the day before, she spent time replacing the bullets in the gun with blanks, and refilled the clip, to balance the weight loss. She also hid the knives in the other room, but left the sheaths attached. She figured it would be fun to watch if the fur came out of her drugged state before being turned over. In that groggy state, she likely wouldn't be able to pay too much attention, if everything felt at least somewhat right.
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Post by materwolf » Tue Feb 03, 2015 5:42 pm

Karen grunted, she had a headache on top of those cracked ribs. As she had the Sig in her hand she got out of bed and donned her clothes-the stunk of Panama...and a Raccoon...and a cat...there was something that smelled off as well. She tucked the Sig in her pants and went to get the bike ready. It was gong to be a bitch getting it out...so she took the key and exit the room, making a note of the room number. She was making a plan to call in the stolen bike to get her pursuers scrutinized by the police. The Mac-10's in there would only help tie them up and buy her time to get away.

She took the elevator down to the lobby-after all she wanted to blend in some. Running down the stairs would not be helpful unless she had started a panic.Instead she calmly walked from the elevator, tossed the key to the motorcycle in a trash can on her way out and walked out to the street. Borrowing someone's cell phone on the street, she called 911 to make her annonymos tip.
"Uh yes, I dunno if this is the thing to call the cops about exactly, but um, I'm here at the Koukana Hotel and um I was walking out of my room and the neighboring room door was open. I noticed they have a motorcycle inside. I don't know how legal that is first off, and the thing that was odd about it was it had a Panamanian licence plate." I hung up and hand the cell phone back before crossing the street and hopping on a bus to complete her escape.
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Post by materwolf » Tue Feb 03, 2015 5:43 pm

Karen grunted, she had a headache on top of those cracked ribs. As she had the Sig in her hand she got out of bed and donned her clothes-the stunk of Panama...and a Raccoon...and a cat...there was something that smelled off as well. She tucked the Sig in her pants and went to get the bike ready. It was gong to be a bitch getting it out...so she took the key and exit the room, making a note of the room number. She was making a plan to call in the stolen bike to get her pursuers scrutinized by the police. The Mac-10's in there would only help tie them up and buy her time to get away.

She took the elevator down to the lobby-after all she wanted to blend in some. Running down the stairs would not be helpful unless she had started a panic.Instead she calmly walked from the elevator, tossed the key to the motorcycle in a trash can on her way out and walked out to the street. Borrowing someone's cell phone on the street, she called 911 to make her anonymous tip.
"Uh yes, I dunno if this is the thing to call the cops about exactly, but um, I'm here at the Koukana Hotel and um I was walking out of my room and the neighboring room door was open. I noticed they have a motorcycle inside. I don't know how legal that is first off, and the thing that was odd about it was it had a Panamanian licence plate." I hung up and hand the cell phone back before crossing the street and hopping on a bus to complete her escape.
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Post by inuboitoy » Wed Feb 11, 2015 3:46 pm

Going back up the stairs he realized he was taking awfully too long with the food. he dashed up the stairs and caught a wiff of that same strange odor from the night before when he was helping with the fool that ripped his jacket. he entered his room the adjoining room door closed and he set down the food and hollered out to Rose
"hey the food is in my room feed that ridiculous guest of yours i will be taking a shower i think i smell that weird mixure of wherever the hell that person came from on me and it's permeating the hallway. you might wanna also check that"
as he was speaking he was dropping his clothes and heading towards the his own bathroom preparing to bathe.
Filling the tub with bath salts of rose petals, lavender, sage, honey and cocnut milk he dipped into the luxury jacuzzi tub with it's 24 jets and relaxed. he heard faint and distant knocking but couldn't bring himself to care at all. He held his breath and dipped underwater to clean every inch of his fur.
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Post by Ksaa » Fri Feb 13, 2015 8:06 pm

Rose was stepping out of the shower shower as the knock on the door was hear. She groaned. "What now? Max wouldnt have called roomservice for breakfast..." The second set of knocks was louder and more impatient. She wrapped the towel around her then gasped as their target was now missing. a second groan escaped as "Police! open up!" was heard along with the sharp rap of a third set of knocks.

She spent the better part of an hour trying to convince and verify the police they were bounty hunters, who had captured a fugitive who had escaped. With their bounty licences, and thanks to Rose's regular checkups to the home-office the situation was eventually defused. The bike, however, was brought in for evidence, as well as the P-Macs. She was rather genuinely surprised at the firearms, since she'd forgotten to check the side bags. That could have proven fatal in a different set of events.

***

Rose was about to break down max's bathroom door, once she discovered his little hiding place. "MAX!! i'm out there with the police, our target has escaped, and you're in here... with... flowers... and milk... and... what the hell?! They damn near broke down our door! dont tell me you didnt notice!? What, did you wake up with the bellhop, grab an extended breakfast and.. THIS..." She paused for a moment, groaned, then continued, "A-GIN?! Get dressed, we have work to do! She's at least an hour's head start on us!" The irony was she was still dressed in little more than a black matching set of underwear.

"I set a small tracker on her, early on, just in case. You know, failsafe. Shoudnt be noticeable. Then again, she is a trained espionage agent. We might have our work cut out for us." She was setting up her computer as she spoke. The little sat-comm antenna sat on the window open window seal. "See? Might be her, might not." She flipped the laptop around, showing the ping'd location, and promptly got dressed in clothes worth dashing about in.
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Post by materwolf » Fri Feb 13, 2015 8:47 pm

After getting off the bus halfway across town, Karen pick-pocketed an unlucky citizen and took a cab to a different part of the city. After the cab, she went into a thrift store, bought a change of clothes-everything from underwear out- and tossed her old outfit in a public trash can. The new clothes were worn blue jeans, a Tank Top that had the Harley Davidson logo on the front and a worn, brown leather jacket. When she went to put the Sig into a pocket, she checked the chamber from habit and cursed. Luckily she didn't have to use the firearm otherwise she would have most likely been killed. Someone-assumabley her captors in the hotel-had switched out her live ammunition for blank rounds. She was about to toss the weapon as well, but reconsidered. After all, it was easier to buy ammunition than to get a whole new weapon. Instead of going to a weapons store right away like she wanted, she decided to pay a visit to one of the people she knew that used to work for the agency that had just fired her.

Walking through back allies and side streets, Karen made it to a small semi-outdoor diner. Out front was a large-bellied cat with a loose fitting Hawaiian print shirt and shorts sipping a Mojito. She walked across the street and sat down "Chuck Finley, my old friend. Been a long time." The cat looked a bit surprised at first then smiled "Karen! Been a while since you set food in Atlanta, isn't it?"
Karen nodded "Yeah, things didn't quite work out in Panama..."
"I heard. You got burned, my friend." He sipped his drink "No doubt you're short on cash and have someone on your tail already huh?" He ordered a Mojito for the collie as Karen started explaining the events in panama, and then the recent debokal at the hotel. She finished by looking around and squinting at the sunlight. Chuck pulled the sunglasses from his shirt pocket and handed them over "Here. These are your old pair that you gave to me last year in Miami. Figure you could use 'em more than I can right now." The glasses where chrome mirrored aviators. Karen smiled and put them on "Thanks, Chuck. And yeah. Know anywhere I could make a quick couple of bucks?"
"As a matter of fact..." He pulled a folded up piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to the canine.
"Thanks Chuck. I'll keep in touch." She got up and hailed a cab, heading off to the Red Light District to look for a place to stay for the night.
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Post by inuboitoy » Sat Feb 28, 2015 9:03 pm

Max had emerged from the depths of his bath with nothing but screams and nagging...yes...nagging was the words he heard as he lifted his head above water, ears full of water still.

"MAX!! I’m out... police, our ...has ..., and you're ...flowers...milk... and... What...broke ...our... bellhop, grab a ...THIS..." She paused for a moment, groaned, then continued" ...work to do! She's ... on us"

Obviously those words fell on deaf ears he didn't know what to think because nothing she was saying made sense it's her fault she can’t speak louder. I can barely hear her over the roar of all this water

Whenever she decided to leave he rose from his bath and dried every inch of his fur meticulously, as if to make sure nothing on him was misplaced. He primped and preened himself; of course, he couldn't run around the city after some fugitive smelling of street and sex. Absolutely not I am above those lower standards.

When he emerged from the scented bathroom the police had gone, Rose looked pissed and he was fully dressed in of all things, common comfortable clothes. Denim!! How awful a choice, but I do have to blend in more according to Rose
He had asked the bellhop as he left the room that morning to bring him cute comfortable clothes since they were the same size, Max had suggested just bringing him a set of his own clothes. he must have left them while I was in my bath... hmm suspicious I must have been unconscious for that. I surely would have saw him

He wore tight but comfortable black jean pants, with a white muscle tank top on with a light grey hoodie over his head, accented by some skater brand his bellhop brought to him. how awful a choice. it wasn't that the clothes looked bad on him he just couldn't stand such common things. He was used to Versachi, Dior, Armani not D.C, Dickies, and fruit of the loom. Honestly he only put on the clothes because they smelled like the sweet bellhop he enjoyed the night before and the morning after.


"I set a small tracker on her, early on, just in case. You know... failsafe. It shouldn’t be noticeable. Then again, she is a trained espionage agent. We might have our work cut out for us." rose was setting up her computer as she spoke. The little sat comm-antenna sat on the window open window seal. "See? Might be her, might not.

Max stood there and waited for a response to his choice of outfit...maybe for once he could shut her up about his clothing selection.
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Post by Ksaa » Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:19 am

She was half-dressed before she as much as looked directly at him to notice to extremely different clothing choices. A yelp ensued as she quickly grabbed something to cover herself with. "M-Max, izzat you? who the hell's clothes are you wearing?! you look... straight. mostly." She had though, for a moment there, some random straight guy had walked into to her room as she dressed. She was not modest by far, and Max had over time become her 'gay best friend' in a twisted sort of way. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she often labeled him by the description in vague precepts to her digital comrades.

She relaxed and finished dressing, obviously weirded out by the odd look Max wore. She swore he was reveling in her reaction, if not the clothing. "Okay. What we know: she's a trained operative. She's likely found the tracker since it hasn't moved in a while. She might have contacts in the city, as well. And she'll certainly be on the lookout for us, as well as any cops. She couldn't have gotten to her rank without knowing the reported bike wouldn't backfire on her. Distraction mostly. So she also figures her name and face are all over the police bands by now, or soon to be."

She thought on it for a moment. "Where could she go so secure... Max, do your thing here. Get the camera footage from the lobby and entrance. i'll head to where the tracker is now. Probably a clothing shop of some sort, i'd bet. I'll grab the footage of that area. We'll meet up when we have a better idea where she's at or going."

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She's found the trashed pile of clothing, as expected, outside a thrift shop. After surveying the area she noticed a number of cameras a the local businesses. It took a little time but it seemed dropping the words "fugitive" and "national traitor" made managers pliable with little explanation needed. "There." She rewound the tape just so, and played it back, pausing it and pointing on screen. "That's her new outfit. now... where... are... you... going...?" Ah-ha! gotcha! She advanced the frames, and noted the cab's number. A quick call to the company for a request-pickup, and shortly after she requested the cab bring her to the place Karen had been dropped off. She quickly noted Max.
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Post by materwolf » Sat Mar 07, 2015 12:19 am

That cab lead to another cab, then several back allies were a choice to walk down before any sort of public transport could be seen. Any descriptions past that point were vague and hardly traceable, but if one was persistent enough to keep looking, the trail lead all over the city, to the suburbs, back all around the city, and it was impossible really to tell if you weren't backtracking. Arriving at a wanna-be Florida style outside bar with faux thatched roof, the collie had been there, talked with someone and had left shortly after, but it wasn't the staff of the place that had given you the information. After that the trail was just as confusing and definitely criss-crossed the trail from earlier to make it all the harder to follow. You also had a plain colored, dark green Ford Crowned Victoria following you from the 'Tiki Bar' place. Seemed you were no longer the only ones looking for the collie girl.

After Karen had left the Tiki Bar, the dizzying array of buses, cabs, and walking brought her to a part of town near a college. In the envelope Chuck had given her, there was a few IDs and paper work as well as a stack of cash Karen had sent to Chuck a long time ago as a sort of backup plan just in case. The ID she had listed her name as "Sarah Conner". A joke of sorts from Chuck, a play on the main character from a Terminator film about fifteen years ago, but it fit her, as well as was close enough to her name to play off as a coincidence. There was also a debit card in the envelope with a small amount of money on it-just enough to get her a week at the hotel she had picked. Contrary to what most people think, paying in cash is almost as bad as paying with a flagged credit card, and more noticeable as well. She went to her room and locked the door, took a quick shower and got a few hours of real rest in-nt sedative induced- and rested her cracked ribs up some.

The morning brought soreness to the canine as she dressed and left the room, locking it behind her after putting a small bit of clear tape on the door at the top to see if someone had entered, and left the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle. Leaving nothing in the hotel, Karen -or rather "Sarah"- took a trip to a convenience store, then to a hardware store, and then went to a gun shop to get more magazines, a holster and real ammunition for the pistol she still had on her. After her little shopping spree and buying several more sets of clothes, including a Bicycle delivery person's uniform. Paying some kid $20 for their bike, she got a postage box for the things she bought, donned the delivery person uniform and headed to the IneleCom building where she had a friend who still worked in intelligence who could get information currently well out of the canine's reach.

Most secure places will usually stop someone looking impeccably dressed who demands to meet with someone inside. However, delivery people just have to sign in and look busy to get past even the toughest civilian security. Karen had no problem getting in the doors and up the stairs to a large office. Inside was a feline who looked surprised to see the dog.
"How did you get in here!?" She said at Karen. The dog smiled "I have skills, you know this, we were at the academy together."
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I've been burned." Karen replied.
"So I've heard, why are you here?" She had a smirk. Or rather a coy smile. They had a history of 'fun' in the Academy.
"I need income. I know you need some help like I can, and I need the cash to find out who burned me."
"Ah. So that is why you came here." She sighed "I really can't help you." karen smirked and put her hands up to her chest and smiled, tail wagging.
"No. Not the face." Karen playfully whined and let an ear flop. "C'mon Alice, you KNOW you want to help me." Karen replied teasingly.
"SHe groaned "Aww, with the face and the eyes...aww...fine! But only one job, and technically I'm giving it to Finley." She handed the collie a folder. Karen went to leave and Alice sighed "Stop. Wait." She opened her purse and handed over a few hundreds "Go get yourself some clothes. You look like hell." Karen smirked "Thanks Alice. I won't forget this."

She put the folder in the box and headed back downstairs and once more made a confusing back and forth all over the city before buying a few 'burner' phones and heading back to the Hotel room.
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Post by inuboitoy » Sat Mar 07, 2015 3:04 am

As always Max was left to do all of the damn dirty work.
After his encounter with Rose leaving him rather blushing and speechless, thankfully she changed the topic and required his assistance in a matter she was good at, security spidering...in a form.
He sat down while Rose pipped up and got fully dressed and left in search to find their missing charge.

Max started he search at the hotel. He pulled up a map of the city (the most current up to date one obviously)
and began mapping her movements through the street security cams anyplace he could hack into. Granted with his knowledge in computers there wasn't a whole lot he couldn't do, tracking wasn't one of them.
once he mapped as much as could of her movements he sent a quite detailed list of places to Rose informing her that she is backtracking to quite a lot of places.

Max also was a busy boy he Took the liberty of making and sending out a APB of a terrorist from a local Terrorist Cell Liber8, and began tracking their movements as well while making maps of how "thorough" the police were being.

Max made an identity for Rose Poinsetta Maxwell, Shield operative undercover for 10 years tracking Liber8 Organization for their "attempted" infiltration and assassination of the president(s). All the more means for her to be fluid with. The story wouldn't hold if Rose could't sell it in the streets while working to find their charge.

"use your position carefully and not too often I'm making your background as we speak. specifically I need you to pick up a wedding ring. Don't worry i sent enough money to your account that you can pay me back later. Buy something Dr. Whovianish, you're a big fan, and I'm making you a widow who loved her husband and he died of a heart attack. He was cremated and sent to his family back in Duluth. I'm forging all of the paperwork as we speak Give me one hour before you do anything with the profile, Got it?"

The Day went buy and the search was narrowing down Liber8 was on the move the fastest due to their "policy" of no terrorist left behind, which in fact would lead to the body of their charge very quickly.

Max was monitoring police chatter the whole day poking and prodding them into following the cold trail so they can stir up the presses with any updates. Anonymous Pictures were being taken obviously by max and sent to the police so they can hang her up in times square...for example.

He expected the FBI or CIA to get involved, which was happening mind you, so Once the cover for poinsetta was made he told her to crank her ass into gear and sell the cover. He made one for himself as an "analyst" and an expert on Liber8's exploits, but obviously that would come later he had to "geekify" himself a little more.
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Post by Ksaa » Sat Mar 07, 2015 2:25 pm

She read her note and gave thought. Since max was designing their target's route, she decided to start detouring herself due to this car following her. First stop, a crowded bus to down town. Second stop, tourist areas and sightseeing. right in the middle of lunch rush. They were in a car, and she on foot.

After ditching the one tagging along, she made a beeline to a fancy jewelry store. She was in respectable clothes as it was, and waltz in looking a little upset. Browsing the rings she was trying to find a ring that could besuit Whovian. She knew she couldn't get a true whovian ring so quickly- those were custom designs that took time to order. So she backpeddled and spied a nice cobalt blue band. Close enough to "TARDIS Blue". She spun a tale for the desk girls about her lovely to-be wife, and played to get the ring for her girlfriend. She requested a quick engraving to the blue band that read "Through Time and Space; For you I'll Forever Wait" centered on a infinity symbol. That certainly takes far less time. Just long enough for Max to have created her profile, she wagered.

Exiting the store with a happy, half teary thank you, she slipped the ring on discreetly. She already had her bounty hunter's badge she could flash, on a quick need, for her operative badge, and she made quick to memorize her ID, so they wouldn't need the badge itself to check.

Her one problem, as she thought, was that if Max was getting Liber8 to tacker their target as well, and she was paired, undercover, against them as 'The (Wo)Man' it could go south quickly, should they discover the wool pulled over their eyes.

Karen spent time riding the busses, waiting on max to complete his designs, and chose to make use of the time rather than actually sight-see. She remoted to the cameras around the Tiki Bar Karen has visited for just a little while. Sure, she could have simply been hungry and grabbed a bite, or possibly just needed a bit of liquid courage, at about 80 proof. NO, Rose's gut told her something else was up.

She watched the people going in and out, and used facial ID software to look into their past. Finally she hit a mark: it just so happened that Chuck Finley, an older, burned spy who was little-considered a threat, was shown going in, and not leaving until just after Karen left. Or at least Rose presumed that was his present name and/or alias. being a Spy he likely had more, and had even possibly duped the records with the name. Gods knows she did. She hated her name, and disliked it even more in public record.

She grinned and figured she should find this man. She noted what she had found to Max. She was fairly sure if the burned spy was suspected of dealings, and due to them Liber8 was after him, she was have sound reason to speak with him. She also knew no underworld agents, burned or no, worth their salt would not have known what Liber8 was capable of. It was time, not luck, that they found their targets.
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Post by materwolf » Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:57 pm

Before Karen could relax too much, she had only just got out of the Delivery uniform when her burner phone rang. It was Chuck. Karen answered it "Calling already?" She asked. The voice on the other end was stern and concerned...not a good sign...
"Whoever those guys were at the hotel that nabbed you have their fingers in a lot of pies, Pup. They just got local PD, Feds, Official Spooks and even the terrorist group Liber8 after you. Wherever you are is burned, get out now!" The background noise signified he was in a car driving somewhere...from the horns and tire screechings he was in a hurry.
"Emergency 1 spot to rendezvous?" She asked as she sighed and got dressed in jeans, white t shirt, and brown leather jacket with a ball cap. The Sig and holster in the small of her back.
"No way. More like Emergency 3 spot. Odd thing though, it looks like someone tied me into all this so you can't be seen with me, at least for now. I've got two Feds trying to follow me right now. I'm headed to the harbor as if I'm trying to meet you. Stay away from the airports and bus stations, and I'll meet you where you wrecked my Caddy three years ago."
"Got it, Chuck. Thanks for being my decoy. Once I find out who burned me I'll pay you back. I promise."
"You can pay me back by not getting dead, Pup. By the way, there'll be a Raccoon chick meeting you. Said something about a deal. I told her if you didn't like what she had to say, I'd hate to be in her shoes. Tossing the phone. If I'm not there by Sunrise I'm not coming, so get your ass out of the city or I'll be after you too-only to smack some sense into ya."
"Alright, thanks again Chuck." There was a pause then the sound of the phone hitting pavement before the line went dead. Karen then used the butt of the Sig to smash the phone she was just on, grabbed her box of things and headed out the window.

Several hours of sneaking through alley ways and places less likely to have cameras, Karen was at the overpass where the Cadillac was wrecked. The paint was still scraped on the wall and tire marks were faded in the pavement. The collie hid herself in the ditch the overpass went in, so she could be hidden as well as out of the sun. Atlanta Heat during the summer wasn't kind to thick-furred canines like she was.


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Earlier that day:

There was a knock at Chuck Finley's Penthouse Suite door. He couldn't afford something like this by himself, but he was living off of his Sugar Mommies these days. When he opened the door there stood a Raccoon in loose fitting clothes. She looked like a tourist almost, except she had jeans instead of those odd shorts. A computer bag was over her shoulder.
"Hey there. Sorry but I'm not donating to any College funds, kid."
Little did he know this would ruin his plans for Mojitoes and pool side 'bird watching'
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Post by inuboitoy » Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:16 am

Keeping updated on everything at one time was WAY too much WORK.
Max liked doing jobs like this but good lord this is too much in having to keep Liber8 off of rose's tail, to keeps the feds preoccupied, and to keeping all information from being leaked everywhere this was a challenge to the average schmo...good thing he was a D'angelo. His family name ment so much if you looked into the corporate world. His father was a multi billionaire businessman who made sure his child was capable of infiltrating anything given some time, and that as of right now was a commodity.
Max requested his bellhop back up to his suite so he could get him to run some errands...it ended up the sweet little boy had different plans that needed satiating first before any exchanges of favors were made..per say.

After a quick one up on the boy he got dressed yet again, neglecting to wipe much of the fluids off which had slipped his mind due to his imposing tasks ahead of him and asked the boy to fetch him accessories to make him look "geekier" . after an exchange of glances the boy ran off and did what he was told. after 20 mins of waiting he came back with a bag "Here you go sire, anything else i may get for you?" the boy said sitting on his hind-paws, straddling the bed.
"No but i will be back to put you into your place for teasing me when I'm so busy"

Max donned the equipment, blessed his bellhop with one more kiss and left for the town. he was on his was to meet The "Fed" Poinsetta Maxwell as fast as he could Keeping her up to date on a constant streaming of info into her phone.
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