Are the X-men mine? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Touch was suited up and ready to go. The coat, pants, and shirt remained; they were just modified. Several useful tools had been added to help sneaking into the building, along with a kind of cloaking device that allowed Touch to hide his body for approximately 24 hours as he traveled from mind to mind on his journey.
Emma stepped into the room with several files underneath her arm. She laid them down in front of Touch and pulled out some papers.
"Here is the outline for the building," she began. The elegance of her character remained, though her outfit was slimmed into a pair of white jeans and a white sweater. She remained gentle as she talked, but she showed herself to be quite a professional person as well, with clear knowledge of what she was doing. "Your entrance point will be here, and the following hallways will need to be bypassed to get into the office of your target, Richard Stark. He will meet up with is boss at approximately twenty-two hundred hours. You will search the bosses mind for a key code. It is eight digits long and will access his computer main frame - it will not be difficult to detect. Do you understand?"
Touch nodded. "Will I have any assistance?"
Emma sighed. "Unfortunately, the security systems are incredibly advanced, and even our most sophisticated technology won't get just much past the front door before being eliminated. I will deliver you to the restaurant where Stark has dinner every night, where you can then enter his mind. Shaw will retrieve you at twenty-three hours and return you here."
"Where will I meet him?"
"Don't worry - he'll find his way to you."
Touch stood up. "Then let's do this."
* * *
He had already entered Stark's mind upon his first look at him. He was in just enough where he could see through the man's eyes, but lacked control over his movement. Hidden off in an alley, he activated the cloaking device and closed his eyes, waiting for his moment to take on his prey. The moment came.
As Stark came around the corner, Touch reached farther into him. slowly convinced his mind that it needed to go down this alley way. The body did not disagree, and continued walking down the alley. He leaped and grasped onto the body, letting his consciousness envelope the unexpected man. He was now in control.
Dusting himself off, he continued on Stark's original path. Entering the building, he flawlessly removed the key card form the wallet, slid it in, waved hello to the guard. He worked his way into the office and sat down, waiting for the meeting to come up.
"Twenty minutes," Touch mumbled to himself. He closed Stark's eyes and looked around the man's mind. He learned much about the man. Wife, three kids, dog named King. Worked at the company going on fifteen years in May. Had quite the life set up for himself. He also searched for any excess knowledge that Stark might have had. There was none - he was just a pawn. He was also quite keen on being early, so Touch decided to take off with ten minutes left to go.
His office was reached easily enough, and the boss allowed him to enter. An uneasiness entered the body of his host.
iHe's never met this man before/i
The stranger stood up. "Hello Mr. Stark, I've heard so many good things about you."
Touch froze. "Thank you sir, but the pleasure is mine," he managed to add, quickly searching this man's mind for thoughts. He was simply a new CEO. damn it, he had let the nervousness of the body take him for a moment.
He continued the banter for a few more minutes, calmly probing the man's mind and finding the code with a large amount of ease. He continued the conversation even past finding the code, using his ability to tap into the interests of the CEO to build up their friendship and maybe allow Stark to move up in the company. Touch smiled to himself. even in evil, he'd allow himself to do good. Keep his nature in check.
After the meeting, Touch left the building just as discreetly has he had entered. He went down the alley to retrieve his body, and found a long black limousine with Shaw standing out in front.
Touch walked up to him. "I found the code."
"Good. Get in your body."
"Don't you want to-"
"Get in your body now."
Touch had already mostly entered his original form, and deactivated the cloaking device at Shaw's command. He wasn't comfortable taking orders from someone who he barely knew, but there was no sense in causing conflict when there was no reason to. The transfer back to his own body caused him a great amount of fatigue, so he leaned against a wall and attempted to catch his breath.
Shaw reached back and punched Stark clear in the chest. His eyes bulged as his rib cage cracked. You could see his heart stopping. He died instantly.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!" Touch erupted with rage. "He had a wife! He had kids! He had a life!" He stepped forward and stumbled, but quickly caught himself and tried again. Touch was filled with blood lust. Every ounce of strength in his body wanted to launch his body towards Shaw.
"I refuse to let any variables stand in the way of my success," Shaw said calmly. "If you know what's good for you, you won't let yourself become one of those variables." Touch stepped back for a moment and took in the situation. He had let this death happen. he had dragged an innocent into a war he was clearly not a part of. He had done.
"The code. Now."
His eyes grew hazy. He could not let this death go without being avenged. The blood was on his hands. It would be the blood of the one deserving it soon enough.
He clicked on the cloaking device and dragged himself away, disappearing from sight and with the voice of Shaw yelling from far off.
"This is my town! You cannot run from me Touch. You cannot run!"
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Touch was suited up and ready to go. The coat, pants, and shirt remained; they were just modified. Several useful tools had been added to help sneaking into the building, along with a kind of cloaking device that allowed Touch to hide his body for approximately 24 hours as he traveled from mind to mind on his journey.
Emma stepped into the room with several files underneath her arm. She laid them down in front of Touch and pulled out some papers.
"Here is the outline for the building," she began. The elegance of her character remained, though her outfit was slimmed into a pair of white jeans and a white sweater. She remained gentle as she talked, but she showed herself to be quite a professional person as well, with clear knowledge of what she was doing. "Your entrance point will be here, and the following hallways will need to be bypassed to get into the office of your target, Richard Stark. He will meet up with is boss at approximately twenty-two hundred hours. You will search the bosses mind for a key code. It is eight digits long and will access his computer main frame - it will not be difficult to detect. Do you understand?"
Touch nodded. "Will I have any assistance?"
Emma sighed. "Unfortunately, the security systems are incredibly advanced, and even our most sophisticated technology won't get just much past the front door before being eliminated. I will deliver you to the restaurant where Stark has dinner every night, where you can then enter his mind. Shaw will retrieve you at twenty-three hours and return you here."
"Where will I meet him?"
"Don't worry - he'll find his way to you."
Touch stood up. "Then let's do this."
* * *
He had already entered Stark's mind upon his first look at him. He was in just enough where he could see through the man's eyes, but lacked control over his movement. Hidden off in an alley, he activated the cloaking device and closed his eyes, waiting for his moment to take on his prey. The moment came.
As Stark came around the corner, Touch reached farther into him. slowly convinced his mind that it needed to go down this alley way. The body did not disagree, and continued walking down the alley. He leaped and grasped onto the body, letting his consciousness envelope the unexpected man. He was now in control.
Dusting himself off, he continued on Stark's original path. Entering the building, he flawlessly removed the key card form the wallet, slid it in, waved hello to the guard. He worked his way into the office and sat down, waiting for the meeting to come up.
"Twenty minutes," Touch mumbled to himself. He closed Stark's eyes and looked around the man's mind. He learned much about the man. Wife, three kids, dog named King. Worked at the company going on fifteen years in May. Had quite the life set up for himself. He also searched for any excess knowledge that Stark might have had. There was none - he was just a pawn. He was also quite keen on being early, so Touch decided to take off with ten minutes left to go.
His office was reached easily enough, and the boss allowed him to enter. An uneasiness entered the body of his host.
iHe's never met this man before/i
The stranger stood up. "Hello Mr. Stark, I've heard so many good things about you."
Touch froze. "Thank you sir, but the pleasure is mine," he managed to add, quickly searching this man's mind for thoughts. He was simply a new CEO. damn it, he had let the nervousness of the body take him for a moment.
He continued the banter for a few more minutes, calmly probing the man's mind and finding the code with a large amount of ease. He continued the conversation even past finding the code, using his ability to tap into the interests of the CEO to build up their friendship and maybe allow Stark to move up in the company. Touch smiled to himself. even in evil, he'd allow himself to do good. Keep his nature in check.
After the meeting, Touch left the building just as discreetly has he had entered. He went down the alley to retrieve his body, and found a long black limousine with Shaw standing out in front.
Touch walked up to him. "I found the code."
"Good. Get in your body."
"Don't you want to-"
"Get in your body now."
Touch had already mostly entered his original form, and deactivated the cloaking device at Shaw's command. He wasn't comfortable taking orders from someone who he barely knew, but there was no sense in causing conflict when there was no reason to. The transfer back to his own body caused him a great amount of fatigue, so he leaned against a wall and attempted to catch his breath.
Shaw reached back and punched Stark clear in the chest. His eyes bulged as his rib cage cracked. You could see his heart stopping. He died instantly.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!" Touch erupted with rage. "He had a wife! He had kids! He had a life!" He stepped forward and stumbled, but quickly caught himself and tried again. Touch was filled with blood lust. Every ounce of strength in his body wanted to launch his body towards Shaw.
"I refuse to let any variables stand in the way of my success," Shaw said calmly. "If you know what's good for you, you won't let yourself become one of those variables." Touch stepped back for a moment and took in the situation. He had let this death happen. he had dragged an innocent into a war he was clearly not a part of. He had done.
"The code. Now."
His eyes grew hazy. He could not let this death go without being avenged. The blood was on his hands. It would be the blood of the one deserving it soon enough.
He clicked on the cloaking device and dragged himself away, disappearing from sight and with the voice of Shaw yelling from far off.
"This is my town! You cannot run from me Touch. You cannot run!"