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by Black » Wed Mar 11, 2009 2:21 pm
Why am I not fully aware of what Necron is up to?
"Keep their data and any passwords they have to their own and other networks," Cal instructed his other side as he continued into the first of the bedrooms.
Creeping slowly up to the sleeping form in the bed, prepared for a fight and well aware that he could have a weapon with him, Black reached out with his gloved hand and pressed it across the guys mouth, at the same time pressing the muzzle of the Ultra-Power's silencer hard against his forehead.
The man woke with a start, his involuntary yell muted by the elf's previous precaution.
Adrenaline surged into the man's blood stream bringing him to full wakefulness.
Strange, Black thought, how this guy could deliver an innocent women into the hands of those creatures and then just drive back here and sleep like a baby. The elf didn't see much evidence of guilt at what they had done. Oh well, that would be one thing he and they would have in common before this night was over.
It took a brief moment for the human to fully comprehend his situation and cease his thrashing around.
The tall figure looming over the prone man remained impassive and quiet, the visor across his eyes hiding any signs of emotion.
Necron waited patiently as he dialled up the number.
The phone rang and the recipient of the call, not recognising the caller ID answered tentatively. "Hello?"
"Mr Fuller," Necron snarled and assuming the man would recognise his caller's voice continued. "Can you gain access to the matrix?"
"Em, I'm still at the school dealing with the police," Fuller replied. "Hold on let me get out to our LAV."
A minute passed but the line remained open then the Doc-Wagon manager's voice returned. "Okay. What's the LTG?"
Entering the address Fuller was confronted with an image of the Necron. Almost immediately the image switched to a dark view of a lawn and the front door as if looking down on the scene from the upper corner of the house. Fuller realised that the image must be the feed from a CCTV camera mounted on the building.
On the other side of the lawn he could make out the shape of a Doc-Wagon ambulance parked on the drive. "Shit these guys are quick!" Fuller thought as it dawned on him just what he was looking at.
The image changed again, this time it was a lot less grainy, and was clearly the image as seen using low light hardware. It showed a man laying in his bed, eyes wide in fear, a black gloved hand muffled his mouth and the long extended barrel of a pistol ensuring his submission.
"My operative has reached a certain point in his mission," Necron stated, keeping up the illusion that he and Black were separate entities. "Do you wish to observe?"