The Cussing is common Irish, as the two beginning characters are. It is not all this bad, but you will see. For reference, her name is pronounced: Kay- LIE rra. Roll the double 'r'
"Speaking"
Thoughts'Quotes'
"Shit! Oh, Fucking Ass! Oh we are so fucking fucked! Collin, let's get the fuck out! You want to fucking be shot?!"
"Fuck no!" Kay-Lyrra gave her brother an exasperated look. It was just like him to give her such a blunt answer, but then again, what answer was she expecting? They were, after all, running for their lives. She dragged at the man's arm while he fired a few more shots ate the figures quickly approaching.
"Collin! Now!" She dragged effortlessly at his coat sleeve.
"Alright, Kay-Lyrra." He turned and they took off. Collin sped in the direction of the base, prepared to enter the sanctuary of the messiah. Kay-Lyrra dragged him around a corner and covered his mouth.
"Collin, you remember what Church said, right?" She moved her hand so he could answer.
"Yes I remember what the little shit said."
"Don't call him that, you know who he is."
"That's only speculation, Kay, you know that. Let's get goin', Darlin'." He gave his little sister a slight push and they both took off running. They weren't really sure where they were going, but they looked like they were making a b-line for a purposeful destination. Thus, they were continually pursued.
L's Headquarters
Tired, that's what it was. His conscious was plaguing him with insomnia, and the gang activity had reached a whole new high. He was only seventeen, his stress and fatigue should not have been that high, but they were. It's not that the gangs were difficult to handle or take care of, but they were plentiful and widely dispersed. As for his conscious, there was no stopping that. Light Yagami had been dead for almost ten years. His supporters had greatly diminished when they found that Kira was not going to return and smite the heretics. Since he was now seventeen, Near was quite sure that he was not going to be smote by a supernatural force.
Beeping resonated from his main computer and he looked up to see a gothic 'W' on the screen. Why would he be surprised? It was merely Mr. Roger doing his job well. He clambered up from his awkward position on the floor, leaving his Lego model of the city he was currently located in behind, all the possible gang locations marked. He hit the button and answered his old friend.
"What is it, Watari?"
"There is a… voice… on the phone for you." He responded. A voice? That must mean that it's scrambled. Undoubtedly, the call will be untraceable. I don't know how anyone could have gotten the codes to call, but until I know what it is they want, I can't do a whole lot to stop it. For all I know, this person could be attempting to help me and I could gain more information on the local gangs. Ireland is just confusing…hopefully it will still work to my advantage.
"Patch them through, please."
"Yessir."
"Thank you very much."
"Wait. Their communiqué is going to allow you to silhouette profile them, and them you. Are you sure you want to do this, Near?"
"Yes, it shouldn't be a problem. The voice scrambling code is active, correct?"
"Yes…"
"Good, then patch the connection through."
"Yessir." A silhouette of a burly man was center screen.
"L, I ask, no, demand that you leave the gang problems in Ireland to myself and my team. We are quite capable of doing so, and you are clearly unprepared to take on Ireland." With that, the communiqué was terminated and all traces were disintegrated. Watari came back online.
"Near, you did realize that-"
"That the profile of the man was no where near the profile of the man I was speaking with? Yes. You think that at seventeen, I cannot tell whether a person or cardboard cutout is silhouetted on the screen."
"If you don't mind me asking, then, why didn't you bring it to his attention that you could tell?"
"Well, it was obvious that he did not assume that I would be ignorant enough not to notice it, but it seems more likely that he didn't know you could tell the difference. Light plays a major factor in silhouetting. If the light does not fall in an anatomically correct way, it is clear that said person is two-dimensional. The reason I suspect that my opponent didn't realize I could have known is the simple fact that they didn't seem to notice mine. Well, they could have merely done the same as I and assumed that I didn't know they recognized it. It's all speculation as of now."
"Alright, well, you should also know that the leader got a clear view of the city behind you with all the markings." Near smiled.
"Yes, Watari. That was intentional. You should realize now that my plans go into action within moments if need be. In fact, I was planning this one in advance. I was going to attempt to contact a gang leader on my own. The newest contact only made it easier."
If my plan goes as it should, I can have a suspected group guilty of that call within the week.