1 Hi people. :) Thanks for reading my story. ;) I'd like to add to the
people who've read my other work…I did this whole thing allllllllllll by
myself. No help from other people. This was an English assignment that
turned out weird. O.o Anyway, read and review. :)
The old fool was extremely predictable. He did everything at the same time. I clicked the one screen where I'd set up my file on Jerry Gerald. There were several pictures of the tall, balding millionaire. He was a thin man, who wore glasses on his long nose.
There was his schedule…to most people it would seem random, but after studying it, faithfully following him, writing down where he went, when, I had it down. He did everything in a well-ordered patter, he was too old for him to change his ways easily. From the pattern I could predict, accurately, where'd he'd be and when.
He'd only started mixing up his schedule last week when I'd appeared in his locked room on his highly alarmed and guarded estate with the cameras and motion detectors that showed nothing of my approach.
I'd told him then that my employer did not appreciate his anti-mutant funding. Next time, so my message went, I would come as an assassin and not just a messenger. My employer at this point was paying me a great deal of money for jerry's murder, and so I did not complain at being sent as a messenger.
From the first time I'd met Jerry (As a half-flirting busty woman with black hair, bright green eyes and a New York accent), I'd seen that he was not the type to go back on his anti-mutant views. A spy, assassin, and trained observer, I'd immediately noticed that his 'watch' was not a watch, but a mutant detector of sorts. Basically so he could know if a mutant was near him. He was a public supporter of mutant registration, and although in his twisted mind mutants were not humans, they did have brains enough to want revenge. Like most evil, mutants would want to squash all good that spoke against them.
And so he was an over-paranoid old man who was afraid of the mutants who had never done anything to him, and probably never would.
His mutant beeper didn't go off when I talked to him. They never did.
And so, Jessica, the woman with raven curls, emerald eyes, got a useful piece of information from him. He would not cheat on his wife. It was ironic actually. This man was obviously very moral. A quick touch on his mind told me that he was a devoutly religious man. Another ironic twist. Weren't all men created equal under God? He made his actions just to himself my telling himself that mutants weren't human.
But anyway, his religion, his loyalty to his wife was useful to know. I'm not above seducing someone. I'm an assassin, a spy, and if using a touch of feminine wiles is the best way of getting near someone, then I'd do it. I get paid good money for what I do.
He never saw Jessica again. I don't play the 30 year old busty woman often…she's very unlike me. Most people don't know what I look like. Most people don't know what I look like. Most people have seen Gwendolyn, my favorite. She's a tall elegant woman with reddish hair and black eyes.
Very few people have actually seen Spike, or Samantha, me without the fake teeth, contacts, wigs and breast enhancements.
Without my many disguises, I'm your normal rebellious teenager, about 17 with silver blond hair, so light it looks almost bleached, a few stubborn freckles, and ice chip blue eyes. Black leather, chains, spikes, combat boots and trenchcoats type of rebellious teenager.
One would never associate the elegant British Gwendolyn or the outrageously flirtatious Jessica with the real Spike. My British accent is real, though. I'm rather proud of it.
Anyway, my employer didn't want me to kill Jerry until I had proof he was still working for the anti-mutant cause. Jerry had not seen spike since I'd visited them, but I don't think he considered himself safe. (I always use Spike on the real job.)
I quickly caught the several changes in his security systems. I smiled. I'd scared him badly. At first he'd doubled his guards and added more mutant detectors. Apparently they'd told him there was a way I could have slipped in.
Now typing quickly into his system, where'd I placed a tap before teleporting up to his room on my last visit, I saw that if I was going to try and get in manually, it would be virtually impossible. Fortunately, I didn't have to get into it manually. His fancy alarm system would be quite useless when I got the information I needed to kill him. I knew I would find it.
The only problem was – I scanned his schedule again – that there was no time anywhere other than when he was at the office to work on his anti- mutant campaigning.
I'd already tested teleporting into the highly armed building. Every single alarm went off, meaning they were not mutant detectors, but power detectors, and my power, though not using the mutant gene, still rippled the normal effects of things enough to set the alarms off.
Though I knew I could plant a camera and teleport away before anyone caught me, I'd been on surveillance enough after my visit to see how well they scanned the building. They'd find my camera, no matter where I hid it.
That meant that getting into his office manually was the only way.
Now, when I say getting into his estate with no powers was virtually impossible, I mean it would be a nice challenge for my skills. Getting into his –office-, however, with no powers at all, was the real impossibility. The reason for that being his employees having demanded he keep them safe, just in case the homicidal mutants out there decided to take out their own hatred of 'the boss' on the poor innocents who helped them. The only reason his house wasn't as alarmed to the ears as his office was because he didn't have to appease people there, and he had a whole regiment of guards that he really couldn't cart to work with him.
As much as I stared at the floor plan of his office building, no plans came to me. It seemed there was no way I would be able to get a camera inside that building without detection. People who were janitors, secretaries, or who worked on electrical wiring and stuff like that were too well checked up on. My various identities were for appearance spying only; none of them actually existed. And any close checks on Spike (Samantha Horene) would reveal her to be dead. I could not telepathically persuade everyone in the hiring department…I'd surely miss someone. I'd made that mistake before. In the end I'd gotten out of jail for identity theft, and Spike's police record still looked fine from a few whispered words in the minds of the recording staff, but it'd taken me quite some time to regain my reputation, and it had left me in debt to quite a few people I would have preferred not to be in debt to. People who liked all to much having me in their debt.
I'd be in debt with people for the outside help I needed with this project, but at least I'd be in control of it.
Without donning one of my disguises, I entered Ambrosia, one of the many nightclubs that were exclusively for the odd types of the city. The people here knew who Spike was. Several of the younger ones shied away from me.
"Alright." I said, my English touched voice raising effortlessly above the music in the bar. "I need help, and I pay, as most of you will know." I had everyone's attention now. "Anyone who can help me, stay, and anyone who can't…" I paused for a long moment, then threw down my mental shields. Most of the people flinched, a few of the weak ones gasped. "Scat." I said in a deadly quiet voice that everyone nonetheless heard over the music.
I was left with three helpers. All three of them were older than me. Whether they were stronger than me was not something I was interested in finding out at the moment.
One of them was Kahnset, a minor Egyptian princess. She sat regally in a chair as if it were a throne, her brown arms folded, her large eyes unreadable.
The other two were men, one of them Miles, a Roman soldier, the other Chikotna, one of the first Native Americans to be reborn.
It would be Miles who would be the most help, the only problem was, he'd be the hardest to deal with.
"Why hello, Samantha." He said in his hard accented teasing voice. "What's the pretty little English noble vamp doing here?"
"Bite me." I snapped at him, pulling a chair over to the table, spinning it so it was facing away from the table and straddling it, crossing my arms over the back.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Can I take that literally?" He asked innocently.
I dropped the print outs of the plans I'd filched from Jerry's system. "You talk too much, soldier. I need in." I told the three of them. "No powers."
All three of them stared at it. Chikotna traced several of the motion detecting beams, "Why no powers?" He asked with his quiet voice. His dark brown eyes that had seen far too much were on me. The Spanish had brought disease with them when they discovered the Americas, they had also brought a vampire or two.
"Because all these…" I pointed to the little triangle symbols in each room. "Are power detectors, not mutant detectors."
Miles laughed. "I think you've picked a fight with your match, finally, ma cherie." He was imitating my background again.
"I'm not french." I growled at him. "I just lived there. Now stop that and don't call me cherie. I'm not paying you for your annoying comments. I'm paying you to help me get in there. I need a camera in. There're no cameras in his office, not even security, so my tap into the line doesn't work."
"What about being a janitor or a secretary?" Kahnset asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Their background checks are too thorough. I still haven't been able to change my record from saying I'm dead."
"Isn't all that security proof that he's anti-mutant? I mean, if his people know enough to be scared they're going to get attacked…"
"Out of my head." I said firmly. He's been scanning my surface thoughts for the reason for this mission. I shrugged. "Even the White House is full of mutant detectors. However, the White House wouldn't be so hard to breach, because it's not armed with –power- detectors, like this place."
Miles raised an eyebrow at me. "You've got a way into the White House? I underestimated you, dahling." He was imitating my accent now. I ignored him.
"Of course I've got a way into the White House. I've been working on it for 30 years. If one of my employers decides they don't like the president, and wants me to blow up the place, I've gotta have a plan ready." I shrugged again. "But we're not –trying- to get into the White House! I'm trying to get in here!" I stabbed a finger at the map, exasperated.
"I have a question." Kahnset said quietly. "Why are there power detectors in this place and not some place like the White House? They seem to be the better alarm system."
"Against, me, yes. Because mutant detectors like the ones in the White House won't pick me up. The –power- detectors are cheaper, because they only detect ripples in the normality of things. My power makes them go off. Now, -mutant- detectors are more expensive because –they- detect the mutant –gene-. It's much more specified, much more complicated, and much more expensive. The White House is updated, thank goodness. It's a bad thing this guy's a cheapskate. He's not protecting his people with the best there is. Unfortunately, that's bad for us." I took a deep breath and stabbed my finger at the map again. "Come on people. I want in!"
Miles frowned, pulling the map towards himself. He ran his fingers along several corridors, noting the thin red lines of the motion detectors. He flipped to the second page, the second floor, and the found the office.
"What about the elevator or the stairs?" Asked Kahnset quietly. "You won't want to use either of them. They'll be way more sensitive to movement."
"That leaves climbing the elevator shaft or the outside walls." Chikotna said quietly. "Outside, you'll be too easily seen by these…" stealing the outside map, he tapped two of his long brown fingers on two of the guard posts. "…so that leaves the ventilation shafts to get into the building, and the elevator shaft to hop floors." I nodded.
"I can be a contortionist if I have to." I said, eyeing the ducts that led into the building.
"That's an interesting image." Said Miles, glancing up from his map.
"Shut up." I said. "Are you enlightened enough to join our discussion now?"
"You're going to have a hell of a time getting in there, ma petite." I glared at him. He returned my gaze coolly.
"But there is a way."
I immediately decided to put Miles' plan into motion. That night.
Don't forget to reviiiiiiiieeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww…
The old fool was extremely predictable. He did everything at the same time. I clicked the one screen where I'd set up my file on Jerry Gerald. There were several pictures of the tall, balding millionaire. He was a thin man, who wore glasses on his long nose.
There was his schedule…to most people it would seem random, but after studying it, faithfully following him, writing down where he went, when, I had it down. He did everything in a well-ordered patter, he was too old for him to change his ways easily. From the pattern I could predict, accurately, where'd he'd be and when.
He'd only started mixing up his schedule last week when I'd appeared in his locked room on his highly alarmed and guarded estate with the cameras and motion detectors that showed nothing of my approach.
I'd told him then that my employer did not appreciate his anti-mutant funding. Next time, so my message went, I would come as an assassin and not just a messenger. My employer at this point was paying me a great deal of money for jerry's murder, and so I did not complain at being sent as a messenger.
From the first time I'd met Jerry (As a half-flirting busty woman with black hair, bright green eyes and a New York accent), I'd seen that he was not the type to go back on his anti-mutant views. A spy, assassin, and trained observer, I'd immediately noticed that his 'watch' was not a watch, but a mutant detector of sorts. Basically so he could know if a mutant was near him. He was a public supporter of mutant registration, and although in his twisted mind mutants were not humans, they did have brains enough to want revenge. Like most evil, mutants would want to squash all good that spoke against them.
And so he was an over-paranoid old man who was afraid of the mutants who had never done anything to him, and probably never would.
His mutant beeper didn't go off when I talked to him. They never did.
And so, Jessica, the woman with raven curls, emerald eyes, got a useful piece of information from him. He would not cheat on his wife. It was ironic actually. This man was obviously very moral. A quick touch on his mind told me that he was a devoutly religious man. Another ironic twist. Weren't all men created equal under God? He made his actions just to himself my telling himself that mutants weren't human.
But anyway, his religion, his loyalty to his wife was useful to know. I'm not above seducing someone. I'm an assassin, a spy, and if using a touch of feminine wiles is the best way of getting near someone, then I'd do it. I get paid good money for what I do.
He never saw Jessica again. I don't play the 30 year old busty woman often…she's very unlike me. Most people don't know what I look like. Most people don't know what I look like. Most people have seen Gwendolyn, my favorite. She's a tall elegant woman with reddish hair and black eyes.
Very few people have actually seen Spike, or Samantha, me without the fake teeth, contacts, wigs and breast enhancements.
Without my many disguises, I'm your normal rebellious teenager, about 17 with silver blond hair, so light it looks almost bleached, a few stubborn freckles, and ice chip blue eyes. Black leather, chains, spikes, combat boots and trenchcoats type of rebellious teenager.
One would never associate the elegant British Gwendolyn or the outrageously flirtatious Jessica with the real Spike. My British accent is real, though. I'm rather proud of it.
Anyway, my employer didn't want me to kill Jerry until I had proof he was still working for the anti-mutant cause. Jerry had not seen spike since I'd visited them, but I don't think he considered himself safe. (I always use Spike on the real job.)
I quickly caught the several changes in his security systems. I smiled. I'd scared him badly. At first he'd doubled his guards and added more mutant detectors. Apparently they'd told him there was a way I could have slipped in.
Now typing quickly into his system, where'd I placed a tap before teleporting up to his room on my last visit, I saw that if I was going to try and get in manually, it would be virtually impossible. Fortunately, I didn't have to get into it manually. His fancy alarm system would be quite useless when I got the information I needed to kill him. I knew I would find it.
The only problem was – I scanned his schedule again – that there was no time anywhere other than when he was at the office to work on his anti- mutant campaigning.
I'd already tested teleporting into the highly armed building. Every single alarm went off, meaning they were not mutant detectors, but power detectors, and my power, though not using the mutant gene, still rippled the normal effects of things enough to set the alarms off.
Though I knew I could plant a camera and teleport away before anyone caught me, I'd been on surveillance enough after my visit to see how well they scanned the building. They'd find my camera, no matter where I hid it.
That meant that getting into his office manually was the only way.
Now, when I say getting into his estate with no powers was virtually impossible, I mean it would be a nice challenge for my skills. Getting into his –office-, however, with no powers at all, was the real impossibility. The reason for that being his employees having demanded he keep them safe, just in case the homicidal mutants out there decided to take out their own hatred of 'the boss' on the poor innocents who helped them. The only reason his house wasn't as alarmed to the ears as his office was because he didn't have to appease people there, and he had a whole regiment of guards that he really couldn't cart to work with him.
As much as I stared at the floor plan of his office building, no plans came to me. It seemed there was no way I would be able to get a camera inside that building without detection. People who were janitors, secretaries, or who worked on electrical wiring and stuff like that were too well checked up on. My various identities were for appearance spying only; none of them actually existed. And any close checks on Spike (Samantha Horene) would reveal her to be dead. I could not telepathically persuade everyone in the hiring department…I'd surely miss someone. I'd made that mistake before. In the end I'd gotten out of jail for identity theft, and Spike's police record still looked fine from a few whispered words in the minds of the recording staff, but it'd taken me quite some time to regain my reputation, and it had left me in debt to quite a few people I would have preferred not to be in debt to. People who liked all to much having me in their debt.
I'd be in debt with people for the outside help I needed with this project, but at least I'd be in control of it.
Without donning one of my disguises, I entered Ambrosia, one of the many nightclubs that were exclusively for the odd types of the city. The people here knew who Spike was. Several of the younger ones shied away from me.
"Alright." I said, my English touched voice raising effortlessly above the music in the bar. "I need help, and I pay, as most of you will know." I had everyone's attention now. "Anyone who can help me, stay, and anyone who can't…" I paused for a long moment, then threw down my mental shields. Most of the people flinched, a few of the weak ones gasped. "Scat." I said in a deadly quiet voice that everyone nonetheless heard over the music.
I was left with three helpers. All three of them were older than me. Whether they were stronger than me was not something I was interested in finding out at the moment.
One of them was Kahnset, a minor Egyptian princess. She sat regally in a chair as if it were a throne, her brown arms folded, her large eyes unreadable.
The other two were men, one of them Miles, a Roman soldier, the other Chikotna, one of the first Native Americans to be reborn.
It would be Miles who would be the most help, the only problem was, he'd be the hardest to deal with.
"Why hello, Samantha." He said in his hard accented teasing voice. "What's the pretty little English noble vamp doing here?"
"Bite me." I snapped at him, pulling a chair over to the table, spinning it so it was facing away from the table and straddling it, crossing my arms over the back.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Can I take that literally?" He asked innocently.
I dropped the print outs of the plans I'd filched from Jerry's system. "You talk too much, soldier. I need in." I told the three of them. "No powers."
All three of them stared at it. Chikotna traced several of the motion detecting beams, "Why no powers?" He asked with his quiet voice. His dark brown eyes that had seen far too much were on me. The Spanish had brought disease with them when they discovered the Americas, they had also brought a vampire or two.
"Because all these…" I pointed to the little triangle symbols in each room. "Are power detectors, not mutant detectors."
Miles laughed. "I think you've picked a fight with your match, finally, ma cherie." He was imitating my background again.
"I'm not french." I growled at him. "I just lived there. Now stop that and don't call me cherie. I'm not paying you for your annoying comments. I'm paying you to help me get in there. I need a camera in. There're no cameras in his office, not even security, so my tap into the line doesn't work."
"What about being a janitor or a secretary?" Kahnset asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Their background checks are too thorough. I still haven't been able to change my record from saying I'm dead."
"Isn't all that security proof that he's anti-mutant? I mean, if his people know enough to be scared they're going to get attacked…"
"Out of my head." I said firmly. He's been scanning my surface thoughts for the reason for this mission. I shrugged. "Even the White House is full of mutant detectors. However, the White House wouldn't be so hard to breach, because it's not armed with –power- detectors, like this place."
Miles raised an eyebrow at me. "You've got a way into the White House? I underestimated you, dahling." He was imitating my accent now. I ignored him.
"Of course I've got a way into the White House. I've been working on it for 30 years. If one of my employers decides they don't like the president, and wants me to blow up the place, I've gotta have a plan ready." I shrugged again. "But we're not –trying- to get into the White House! I'm trying to get in here!" I stabbed a finger at the map, exasperated.
"I have a question." Kahnset said quietly. "Why are there power detectors in this place and not some place like the White House? They seem to be the better alarm system."
"Against, me, yes. Because mutant detectors like the ones in the White House won't pick me up. The –power- detectors are cheaper, because they only detect ripples in the normality of things. My power makes them go off. Now, -mutant- detectors are more expensive because –they- detect the mutant –gene-. It's much more specified, much more complicated, and much more expensive. The White House is updated, thank goodness. It's a bad thing this guy's a cheapskate. He's not protecting his people with the best there is. Unfortunately, that's bad for us." I took a deep breath and stabbed my finger at the map again. "Come on people. I want in!"
Miles frowned, pulling the map towards himself. He ran his fingers along several corridors, noting the thin red lines of the motion detectors. He flipped to the second page, the second floor, and the found the office.
"What about the elevator or the stairs?" Asked Kahnset quietly. "You won't want to use either of them. They'll be way more sensitive to movement."
"That leaves climbing the elevator shaft or the outside walls." Chikotna said quietly. "Outside, you'll be too easily seen by these…" stealing the outside map, he tapped two of his long brown fingers on two of the guard posts. "…so that leaves the ventilation shafts to get into the building, and the elevator shaft to hop floors." I nodded.
"I can be a contortionist if I have to." I said, eyeing the ducts that led into the building.
"That's an interesting image." Said Miles, glancing up from his map.
"Shut up." I said. "Are you enlightened enough to join our discussion now?"
"You're going to have a hell of a time getting in there, ma petite." I glared at him. He returned my gaze coolly.
"But there is a way."
I immediately decided to put Miles' plan into motion. That night.
Don't forget to reviiiiiiiieeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww…