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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 5:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:38 pm
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Roland glared at the man across the table. He REALLY didn't like him. "Find someone else to do your dirty work. I'm a mercenary, not a pirate. You want that load of cargo, I suggest you find someone else."
The man across the table pounded his fists on the table. "Oh no you don't. We had a deal, and this is part of it! You either finish the job or we kill you here."
Roland watched several men that were standing around the room pull their guns and aim at him. Roland crossed his arms and shook his head. "Look. I am a MERCENARY. Mercenaries are hired guns, whether it is for war or for something as small as serving as ones bodyguard. THAT'S IT. we don't steal, nor do we do anything other than what I just said. You asked me, a MERCENARY, to do something that a mercenary doesn't do. In all honesty, did you expect me to say yes?"
"I expected," The man said, "That you would do as you were told. You are a simple sellsword, and I am probably one of the most important men you will ever meet in your short, pitiful existence. And you have the audacity to DEFY me!?"
"Yes. Because to me you are nothing more that a dumbass who is either too stupid to tell the difference between a mercenary and a pirate, or your just bored and are looking to cause some trouble. In either case, you turn out to be the one who deserves to die right now," Roland said, and drew his gun.
The man stood up, a gun of his own aimed right at Rolands head. "Is that a threat?"
Roland shook his head. "No, no threats can be found here. I don't make threats, I make promises," He said, and shot the man in the head. As soon as he shot, Roland hit the ground. He had noticed that the men surrounding him were rather stupid, and they were all aiming at the same place: Roland's head. Their reaction time was not too great, either. They fired, but Roland was already on the ground by then. He then did a sweep with his semi-auto pistol, taking them all out. He then stood up, collected the money that was sitting on the table, and walked out of the room, then out of the building. He walked around the building into the alleyway, and was off like a shot.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:23 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 10:12 am
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 3:22 pm
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0-0Roland Deschain0-0 "Well, I'm not so sure that what your saying isn't mindless drivel. In any case, it would be in both of our interests to get out of here and converse elsewhere," Roland said, glancing around cautiously. "I shall make arrangements then." he gets a device and and presses a few buttons and a limo drives up and a chauffeur opens the back doors for them.
Haze shows Roland into the limo and into the back seat and a pale man in a white suit and thick white gloves and if one was looking hard enough they could tell his hair was fake. The man was sitting across from Roland.
X: using a machine to mechanically alter his voice he speaks to Roland "Good to see you, Mercenary Roland. I trust the business is going well? I hope Haze wasn't too intimidating. Most can't get through his greeting without feeling a little nervous." he said and they started driving around the city
"I don't want to keep you with idol chatter so I will cut to the chase. Roland, from what I have heard about you seem to be quite a lone wolf, am I right? living alone....and obviously killing alone." he looks up at the building they just left "I want to give you a life changing opportunity, one that will give you an entirely new life, a fresh start, and assuming you are a traveling mercenary, a rich home to live in"
"I don't think you are near well appreciated enough, you should be living to higher potential. i believe our group can give you the things that a mercenary of your caliber deserves." he slides his hand towards a brief case and draws it towards him "Roland, if you work for us. I will give you a life others could only imagine having"
"You have been having strange things happen to you lately haven't you? Things you can't tell anyone else because they are above any human magnitude. We know how to help you train it. We can help you use it to your advantage, with others around you that know how it feels and people you can trust. Allies to join you in battle, an escape from loneliness. All you have to, is join us"
Haze hand Roland a pen with a form that asked for a signature.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 4:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 5:02 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 5:18 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 5:26 pm
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0-0Roland Deschain0-0 "'Covertly handling abnormal situations that are beyond military control...' so... the government? Hrm, must have slipped up somewhere... alright, sounds like a plan to me. I'm in" Roland said, and signed the paper. He was taking absolutely no chances as far as the government was concerned.
"By the military, i mean every military, we are in no league with any government. a group without a country, so don't worry about government issues" he opens the case and a certificate with Rolands name on it was there. it was his legal papers. "We will hold onto you legal issues. In case you try to betray us, and so when in the op there will be nobody to track if there are traces left behind. You are now under the protection of the Star Atters. Welcome aboard Roland."
Haze shakes Rolands hand. X writes a check and gives it to Roland, the check was worth 50,000 dollars and was signed to Roland.
X: "Consider that your introductory pay. well equip yourself Roland for your ops. and training, bye yourself something nice. We can't wait to see what great things you do"
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 8:08 pm
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Rex Landon sat with his back to the wall in a dingy bar in the center of the city. Grabbing the icy bottle with three fingers, he knocked it back, taking several long gulps of the cold alcohol before setting it gingerly back on the polyurethane finish. He kept his eyes down, his head low, and his mind on his own thoughts, disturbing though they were.
The dream... it had been so vivid this time. The storm, the hard concrete... and a voice... "...come back for you someday... -mber me, Rex..." A flash of lightning and it's companion thunderclap. Splashing footsteps faded away into the distance... door creaking open and then... the rain was gone. Candlelight... a face, gently smiling and creased with age... nothing.
"...I said, do you want somethin' else, Landon? Jesus, don't you pay me no attention?" Starla, the bartender, was standing impatiently in front of his table holding a tray of perspiring drinks. "Jeez... you don't see anyone, do you, kid..." He looked up as she sat down, placing the try on the table with a light clatter. She stared at him for a long moment. "Almost a year since you set toe in this little place and still ain't heard more'n a sentence from ya." She smiled a sympathetic half-smile, shaking her head slowly from side to side. Rex said nothing. He looked back at her, his eyes studying. Her existence at this minute in the time stream revolved around his will to speak or remain silent. Being the sympathetic type he said softly, "What is it you want me to say? See there? There's you a question. More than a statement. More complex." He said it semi-condescendingly, doubting the girl's intelligence was much more than just enough to work this shabby establishment.
"A smartass, are ya? Maybe it's a good thing you stayed quiet," she teased, proving that the condescension was lost on her and instead taking it as a flirty gesture. She punched his arm softly. "Just holler if you want something else." With that she stood, picked up her tray, and strode off into the crowd.
Rex turned back to his beer. He spun the bottle slowly with his fingertips, pondering the dream again. It was coming more and more now, almost every night. He took another swig, feeling the cold liquid turn hot as the alcohol splashed against his insides, taking their effect. His mind hazed over a bit more, and he put his face in his hands. 'What day is it?' he thought idly. 'What -year- is it?' Deciding he neither knew nor cared, he slipped off into a dreamless half-sleep, disregarding the bar entirely.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 8:38 pm
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"Fifty thousand, huh? Not bad for a starting fee. I should be able to pick up a few weapons with this." Roland thought. "Thank you. I'm sure you have many things to do, so I'll tell you what I'll do." He reached into his wallet and took out an electronic card. "This is a tech card. It's got a little switch on the side. Flip that switch, and a holographic window will pop up. It links to this," he said, and tapped his eyepiece. "Just aim your face at it, speak, and I will be able to see you and hear you. Now with that, I'll be off. Looking forward to see what calibur of work you throw my way." Roland waited for the limo to stop and opened the door, and stepped out into the daylight. He set off for a place he knew well, a not-so-legal weapons shop.
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