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In Fate's Shadow; Evacuating SureShot.
Topic Started: Jul 6 2012, 06:21 AM (1,427 Views)
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Desmond looks over his shoulder, and smirks softly at the officer.

"I believe that is a valid question. Please let us see this warrant. Unless circumstances change, I will be remaining here until a proper one can be issued."

Turning to Micah, he walks over, and whispers into the beastkin's ear.

"Please, do not resist. I fully intend to go with him, provided we do not get relief presently. Jagd will get far more use out of the four of you, than none of us at all."
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The man nods. "Fair question, easily answered." He extracts a double sheet of paper from the only pocket of his pants and hands it over. It is a very clearly written form which declares a chosen officer right to enter a designated person's property, and search the premises, as well as question the persons within, for suspicion of weapons trafficking and support of terrorists. It is signed and countersigned by the Chief of Intelligence, Hazama, and bears the seal of the Imperator Herself.

The designated person is Micah. The designated officer is Keaton Oberon.

"That fair enough?" Keaton says with a nod, waiting patiently.
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A low growl is his first response, as he takes the sheet, but Micah gets hold of himself. "I would presume that you are this Oberon fellow, then?"
Edited by vicroc4, Jul 10 2012, 05:44 AM.
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Keaton nods. "Sure as sunlight. Keaton Oberon's my name, Micah. Are you standing aside to let me conduct my business with this fine man here?"
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Desmond sighs inwardly, though his face betrays no emotion. So, he was involved directly, then. His plan remains unchanged.

"I have one extra request. They are not to have surveillance placed on them. To do otherwise would break the spirit of our agreement. Promise me that, and our business shall be concluded."
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Micah looks like he's about ready to shoot Oberon, warrant be damned, but he suddenly hands the warrant back and steps out of the way, letting Fornax fall on its sling. Looking at the others, and specifically Stephen, he says, "Right, then. Stand down, everyone. Rawlins, let it hang."

Stephen explodes. "What the fuck, Micah. You're gonna let him barge in here just like that? Show you a warrant that all of us know isn't worth the paper it's printed on?"

Glaring at him, Micah replies, "Stop it, Stephen. We keep going like this, and we give him a real, non-bullshit reason to arrest the lot of us. I warn you, another outburst like that and you're going to be relieved of your weapon."

There is a tense moment, Stephen's knuckles turning white on the foregrip of the gun. Then he lets go, letting the gun hang muzzle-down on the sling.
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Keaton nods, pleased. "Can do. I will not place surveillance or observers upon Micah or any of his employees. Clean slate." He offers a hand to Desmond for a handshake. "I'll take your offer, Mr. Desmond, and I think you a better man for it."

He turns and nods at the rest of the group. "Y'all are good now. Sorry for interrupting your lives like this. It was uncivilized."
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Desmond nods. "Very well. I assume I shall not be allowed to keep my weaponry, despite our arrangement?"
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"Nah." Keaton replies with a lighthearted smile. "Wouldn't make any kind of difference, you could still lay out a man anyways. We'll go on our word, how's that?"
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Desmond takes his hand then. Despite the fact that there would likely be countermeasures aboard the structure, merely having his Shroud makes him feel much more comfortable. Looking over his shoulder at the Sureshot group, Desmond breathes a sigh.

"Goodbye. I thank you for your hospitality, and I am deeply sorry I shall not likely be able to return it. If fate smiles upon us, perhaps we shall be able to meet again."

Turning back to Keaton, Desmond lowers his head slightly.

"Will you need to call down a Shebalve for extraction? Or did you leave your transport upon the ground?"
Edited by Smitejr, Jul 10 2012, 04:33 AM.
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