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Post by The Composer on Aug 28, 2011 16:58:22 GMT -6
Lynch sat at the bench with his head phones on, music blasting through them. The world around him was dead to him as he was absorbed into his computer. He had a simple smile on his face knowing that those around him had no idea what he was doing. His hands moved swiftly across the keys as they had time and time again. So much so that the letters had all but faded away; though this had not slowed him down. "Almost got you," he said to himself in a low tone. He smashed the enter key as his face and screen lit up. The message that displayed across it was what he had been waiting for. "Your not that good, Cyberlink!"
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Post by polarimmersion on Aug 28, 2011 18:03:37 GMT -6
Black eyes surveyed the Knazu Train Station, unsettling in the slightest sense that they seemed to less see the surroundings and more struck upon everything with a derivisive glare. They belonged to a man that wore black dress pants, smooth and delicate to the touch. A white muscle shirt beneath a coat of leather with furry shoulder pads adorned his muscular frame. Noise rebounded across the open space of the massive train station, making discerning any one conversation from the amorphous mass a feat of skill and determination.
Osivics Freak walked around, entertaining himself with looking at everyone and guessing where they came from and imagining what they could possibly be going. All the while, he toyed with a small metal chain hooked on one end to his belt and on the other end to some item in his pocket--undoubtedly a wallet to passerby's. His glare shifted as he spotted a man across the way from the court-yard, wearing a Hawaiin shirt and jeans, fingers blazing across the face of a laptop with eyes alight in either the elation of success or of work. That alone made Osivics interested in the man, even without his true motive for being here at the Knazu Train Station. Seemingly with disinterest Osivics kept his eyes scanning about, making a serpentine track through the crowd as he went. There were quite a few people there, being in the afternoon.
Finally, Osivics came to the bench that the man, whom he suspected was this Mr. Lynch, currently resided upon. He seemed quite enveloped in whatever it was he was doing, ignorant--it seemed--of the glances people gave him in their curiosity. Osivics chuckled to himself, leaning back on the bench and staring up at the vaulted ceiling windows with interest.
"This place is friggen huge, eh?" Osivics spoke with a smirk, looking over to the man, as though he were merely trying to spark casual conversation.
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Post by The Composer on Aug 28, 2011 18:25:15 GMT -6
Lynch typing continued as he seemed to be struggling with what he was working on. He was so absorbed that he failed to even notice the man sit down next to him.
After a few short moment the song in his headset died and he was aware of the presence of a man. "I will have to see you later, I am on the clock," Lynch said in an agitated voice. He looked at the man next to him and gave him an envelope. "There is a head set in their put it on and head out to the front of the train station, I need to re-position." Lynch spoke as he closed his lap top and proceed to stand up. he walked towards a security door and opened it as if he work in the station.
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Post by polarimmersion on Aug 28, 2011 18:38:04 GMT -6
Osivics took the envelope without even looking at the man, instead resolving to remain with his eyes locked to the ceiling. Only when the man stood up did Osivics stir from his position, tilting his head back down and looking at the envelope that was handed to him. It was a shame that the man didn't feel up for a little chat, Osivics was deathly interested in the subject that brought him here in the first place.
His eyes followed him as he left, the comment about needing to re-position setting him somewhat on edge. When he opened a security door, Osivics frowned before setting his eyes around for a brisk glance. A man with a computer going into a "Secure" area after claiming needing to re-position. He sighed, pondering that either meant he was going to get rid of certain personnel watching the monitors, or take that for himself. At least, that was what he figured on. Osivics set his eyes back to the envelope, using his shirt to provide a barrier further from putting his finger prints on the paper. While only using his initial hold on the paper, he dumped the contents of the envelope onto his lap, tearing off the top of the envelope where he had touched it and stuffing that--as well as a part that Lynch touched on the off chance that he might get a hit on who the man was later--into his pocket. He doubted he would though, only if the man turned out to try and screw him over in the end.
The black-eyed man put the headphone on without concern for finger prints, leaving the scraps of the leftover envelope on the bench with disinterest. As quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself, Osivics drew out into the front of the Train Station, a comfortable temperature and mild cloud cover belaying the anticipation that slowly built up within his body as he waited for his next orders.
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Post by The Composer on Aug 28, 2011 18:52:30 GMT -6
A voice broke through the silence of the head piece after a few short minutes. "Are you there Mr. Freak?" the voice said with an uncertain tone. Lynch sat and waited for a response, he was on top of the roof staring at the gray sky.
He had tapped into the satellite dish on the roof and was boosting his signal through it to give him access to the grid of the city. He was known for this kinda stuff, but it never stopped amazing him when he did it, more so when he was this fast.
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Post by polarimmersion on Aug 28, 2011 19:06:28 GMT -6
Osivics quirked an eye-brow as the voice came in through the head-piece. He smiled and spoke cheerily as though he wished to dispel any wanton uncertainty in Lynch through sheer force of voice, "indeed I am, quite in fact I'd say I'm also ready for anything, if I would be so bold." He chuckled idly to himself, stretching his back resulting in a cascade of little snaps from his spine. He let out a small sigh of relief and looked up at the sparse clouds overhead.
"Quite the nice weather here, isn't it?..." he mumbled with a slight smirk on his face before returning his attention to the voice on the other side of the mic. "So, Mr. Lynch; or Lynch, whichever you prefer, what is it that's cooking up right now?" He spoke with an restrained interest, wondering if Lynch was seeing him through his eyes, or the eyes of a machine.
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Post by The Composer on Aug 28, 2011 19:20:28 GMT -6
Lynch Listened to the mans voice and the sound of his back, he was rather eager which was a first most of the people the he got paired with where hard and cold towards him. "It's what ever you prefer, i dont mind," he said as he pulled up a camera feed just outside of the station. "Indeed it is, though if it rain it might be a little bad of me," he said as he looked around the front of the station to spot his partner.
"Ok so here is the plan, there is going to a Black SUV that will be coming around the corner. The target is in that vehicle, it will drop of the grid in about 15 minuets, you need to follow it and find out where it goes. There is a bike to your left the keys are in the helmet." Lynch said this in a friendly tone as he was in a good disposition. All the while typing of his computer, pulling up street overlays and camera feeds to follow the target.
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Post by polarimmersion on Aug 28, 2011 19:45:21 GMT -6
"Alright then, I'll go with Lynch," Osivics spoke, noting the information that rain would be bad for the man. It didn't seem like he had to worry though, at least for the most part. But that meant he was also probably outside somewhere, meaning the guy had to be quick on his feet to have gotten from that door to another location.
Osivics listened intently about the target, making sure to cement the details in his head. As Lynch mentioned the bike, he smiled, seeing that it actually wasn't a bad machine at all, quite nice, though by no means a super-street racer type of bike. The detail 'to your left' meant that he was almost definitely watching him, or he just assumed Osivics went out that particular entrance and was looking in a particular direction. He strolled over to the bike, flipping the helmet up from the handlebar and catching it, palm inside the helmet. Sure enough, the keys fell down into his hand when the inertia stopped.
"Nice..." he admired, seeing the helmet was largely just a simple black helmet that was rated more for quality rather than asthetics. The bike was similar, guard-plate that could easily be mistaken for simple plastic. He rapped his knuckles against the plastic, confirming that it was plexi-glass. It wouldn't likely stop bullets--only deflect them if they were small and low velocity, but it'd do against most random debris. It was slim enough that he could probably use it to ride between vehicles, and looked light enough that he could probably drive on top of a vehicle without folding the roof--which was important if you didn't want to kill someone. He'd done some tricks with bikes before, but never with one that he only had a few minutes at most to adjust too.
"Say, Lynch... do I get to keep this if I live through this little sortie?" Osivics chuckled, inspecting the gas-tank for a brief time to make sure it wasn't rigged with an explosive. "So, just around the corner, eh? Are we waiting to see if they present with an opening within fifteen minutes?" Osivics chuckled, sitting on the bike as he strapped the helmet on. "Just so I know to keep my options open to try and get the item. Wouldn't want to let chance pass us by, now would we?" He popped the keys in the ignition, refraining from turning it on until he saw the Black SUV in question. Idle hands gripped the handle-bars, making sure that every switch seemed to be in order. There wasn't anything special like Nitro, but he certainly appreciated the maximum speed and RPM's the bike displayed on the meters.
One thing was for sure though, if it turned into a chase, this thing wouldn't be outrun so easily. He chuckled, feeling the six metal objects in his jacket, feeling comforted by their presence. "Almost time to make magic happen?" he inquired, ready to get going as soon as he was cleared.
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Post by The Composer on Aug 28, 2011 21:26:07 GMT -6
Lynch worked furiously knowing he only had a few minutes till the target showed up. This was not easy work he had to, he had already pulled up the traffic over view, and was beginning to work on the bounce links to keep his trace at a minimum.
"I am glad you like the bike, though with the money you make you can by your own, i have protocols in place to take car of the bike when the job is done it will need to be destroyed." as he said this he finished the bounce links and was ready to go.
"So Mr. Freak, this is the first major job you have been on, or at least from what i can read from your dossier. What made you want to come out of the wood no, and for this job? Trying to make a name for yourself as a thief?"
The SUV should be coming into view in just a moment, try to keep a safe distance, we dont want them getting spooked. Also when they fall off the grid you are to find away to where there are and steal the gem, with as little noise as you can. At least that is what the Boss wants you to do. i will keep the Fuzz off of you for as long as i can."
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Post by polarimmersion on Aug 28, 2011 21:45:23 GMT -6
"Hah, I guess that's true, just a shame to have it go to waste." Osivics patted the side of the bike, looking out over the road to his side. At the moment there was a pretty good volume of traffic, though luckily everything was still moving at a decent pace. That was good, it meant that there wouldn't be so much chance for him to get spotted by the people in the SUV he was supposed to be tailing.
Osivics listened to Lynch as he spoke, affirming to himself that it was indeed quite a fine question to ask. "Well Lynch, for the most part I'm actually on this job just for that reason, to make a name for myself. Course, not sure how I feel about being a 'Thief,' probably call it something more like 'An Agent of Creative Liberation,' or the ilk." He laughed, "maybe that's too much. But in all honesty, I don't really care all that much about the money right now, though that's a nice bonus. No, instead, it's much more like... a stepping stone, I suppose."
Osivics nodded as Lynch gave him his instructions, "think I might have an idea on getting the piece out of their hands. I'd rather not let them get too far out of a populated area, always better to have ways to run out." As Osivics spoke, he scanned the road, seeing a large black SUV rounding the corner. He smiled, turning the bike on and getting going. As he went, he started tapping his hand to a beat in his head, as well as moving his head to accompany it. To anyone seeing it, the head-piece probably looked like it was playing music or something from a phone.
"Eyes on target, I'm rollin' out now. I'll try and get the license plate number for ya if you don't have it..." Osivics bobbed his head as he spoke, making it look like he was just saying lyrics that were hard to hear over the drone of various engines running. The SUV was about six cars ahead and in the lane to the right of his. Osivics looked back, signaling for a turn and giving the drivers behind him a friendly nod as they let him through. "You know if they got anything special locked up in that tin-can?"
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Post by The Composer on Sept 2, 2011 15:28:57 GMT -6
Lynch finished the bounce links and was ready to go, now all he had to do was simply bounce between camera feeds to keep the target in site, and that was the easy part. He wasnt sure how they feel off the grid as there was always a camera watching somewhere, and he was determined to find it.
Lynch listen to his partner speak, he enjoyed the conversation that he was having with him about simple things like his life. everyone always acted like they need to be some enigma, and in person this was true for lynch. But over a headset and with the protection of the internet he was a very friendly guy.
As he was thinking about his old pairs and people he had worked with, a voice in the other headset knifed through the silence in a low tone. "How is he doing Lynch?" Lynch responded via a chat box on his computer, 'Very well, quite eager, but he understands how to tail, the operation has just begun sir.' As lynch finished the message he turned back to the question Freak had given him.
"They should have some small arms and maybe a couple assault rifles there, given what they are transporting." Lynch spoke and he pulled up the specs on each person in the car that he had a dossier for. "There should be 5 men in the truck, The drivers name is Pacheco, he is a regular driver for these guy. The passengers should be Malcolm, his is relatively unknown, that is to say that he cant be pinned for most of his crimes, but to put it short, he is a heavy handed hit-man. Next up we have the two goons in the back of the car, these losers and called Sam and Max, that not really being their names but they are rent-a-guards, nothing more. The last guy is the one in the middle, he has the package, his name is Wess, And that i am sure is not his name but that is all i got on him. So there you have it," Lynch said as he pulled up the next feed.
"Ok they are going to be turning right up a head and you are looking at a lot of congestion, so play it cool."
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Post by polarimmersion on Sept 2, 2011 23:35:15 GMT -6
Osivics nodded along with his imaginary tune in his head, listening intently to the words that streamed in through his ear. He was relatively more certain now of what he wanted to do, but the fact that they were running with such heavy artillery when he--for all intensive purposes--had two handful's of knives, he wasn't sure how well things would work out in confrontation. If it came to that, he'd need to strike fast, hard, and with them belaying their attention to another matter. It would need to be quiet either way though, nothing would be achieved by starting a fire-fight in the city, especially if some trigger happy moron hit the merchandise and scrapped it's value all to hell... no, that wouldn't do in the least...
Eyes narrowed and legs clenching the bike tightly, Osivics focused as hard as he was able on the back of the SUV. Just as it turned, he could see some of the plate, the numbers on it emblazoned in blue against white and burying themselves in his mind. He clucked his tongue and tapped his hands to the beat, not in any great--or more importantly, suspicious--hurry to make the turn.
"The last three digits are Oscar, Niner, and Prometheus," Osivics spoke out loud, his voice just above audible range of the motor under him. The bike roared forward as he past the intersection, teeth gritted as he noticed that the light narrowly turned red as he passed by. Very lucky, a picture captured of his face, even as shielded somewhat by the helmet as it was, would do no good. Lynch would probably be able to grab the data before it was logged in the cities server, but he'd prefer not to look that careless on the first job. "Not sure if it's a local plate, I'll get you the others here soon... who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and it's a stolen plate..."
Osivics grinned at that, then turned slightly to avoid a car that stopped suddenly in his way. He shot the driver a warning glance that quickly stifled the apology they shouted. He shook his head, "damn, these people need to learn how to drive... Speaking of which, you said the drivers name was Pacheco right? What information to you have on him? I need where he went to school, his mothers name, where he grew up, if he has a felony record--and where he did time if it's there. Anything you can give me on him, he's the only guy there that's got an identity, I might need to exploit it."
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