05-25-2008, 11:33 PM
"So."
What a terrible word.
"So."
003 stared blankly at the speaker. He never knew why Two wanted to act like such a hardass. It didn't accomplish anything other than providing him with more of a reason to not listen to the words coming out of his mouth. It was like this after every mission, regardless of the outcome. He almost wondered why he even stood here and let his superior do this every time.
"So it seems that Mr. Stekyov succumbed to a heart attack earlier today. I seem to recall assigning you to deal with this man earlier for his illegal weapons trafficking. Yes, Mr. Stekyov, a regret to have such a thing happen, but entirely necessary... do you have any words to say, 003?"
Two was astonishingly, a human. Head of the "Navy" division of BLUE, he oversaw all the actions of the BLUE operatives, assigned targets, and assessed further situations as a result of these removals. He seemed to be one of the few non-mechanical beings inside Navy, but then again, Ruhiel had never reallly cared to find others. Two made up for all of his desires to meet anything else but a robot. Ruhiel was fixatedly focusing on the bald spot appearing on Two's aging head.
"No sir. I must say however, that Joe's Better Coffee does indeed, have better coffee." Ruhiel answered, sarcastically flat.
"Smartass as usual." Two sighed, shaking his head. "Still, absolutely brilliant what you did there. By adding a noticable poison into the coffee that Mr. Stekyov was drinking, any investigators will immediately focus on that, rather than the violent burst of electricity you shot into his system from the adjacent table. Rerouting the electrical current for the security cameras to Mr. Stekyov was very impressive, I must say."
"Thank you sir." Ruhiel responded completely flatly again.
"As much as I hate to say it, Ruhiel, you're one of the best operatives we've got. Most of those other droids running around simply go from Point A to the kill. Leads people right to 'em." Two shook his head. "You think ahead, you make sure that by the time anyone could ever figure out where the trail really leads, the case has been closed."
"Thank you again sir." Ruhiel was wondering how long it would be until Two was completely bald.
"Which leads me to your next assignment." Two ran his fingers through his disappearing hair. "This one isn't going to be anything quite like you've experienced, however."
Ruhiel raised an eyebrow.
"Have you ever heard of Dante's Abyss?" Two asked, returning the raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Ruhiel answered, still very bored sounding.
"You've been entered. One of the top guys in BLUE would like as many competitors eliminated as possible." Two told him, reaching into a cabinet, searching for something.
"You're asking for a massacre on public television? With a Navy BLUE operative doing the work?" Ruhiel asked, wondering if Two had lost his mind.
"Not a massacre, you obviously don't know Dante's Abyss that well. This is a competition between men and women with powers and capabilities that exceed imagination, some with strengths of nearly limitless proportions. They represent a possible threat to BLUE's rise, as their immense power could be used by our enemies to halt or completely compromise our goals. It is regrettable that we are ordering you to enter and remove these men and women, as many are good, upright men and women. However, we cannot risk our future, and therefore the world's future." Two spoke, throwing a manilla folder at Ruhiel.
"What's this?" the android asked.
"Your demographic information. You'll be going simply by your codename, and you have no affiliation with us. Give only information that is necessary and which is asked of you. Now get going, the sign ups are about to close." Two answered, waving Ruhiel away with his hand.
"Yes sir." he answered.
A few hours later, Ruhiel completed his sign up at a table he found in East City. Answering the questions of the annoying, continuously smiling attendant, Ruhiel finally signed himself into the blood bath of the galaxy. He was expecting a hefty bonus for this one.
What a terrible word.
"So."
003 stared blankly at the speaker. He never knew why Two wanted to act like such a hardass. It didn't accomplish anything other than providing him with more of a reason to not listen to the words coming out of his mouth. It was like this after every mission, regardless of the outcome. He almost wondered why he even stood here and let his superior do this every time.
"So it seems that Mr. Stekyov succumbed to a heart attack earlier today. I seem to recall assigning you to deal with this man earlier for his illegal weapons trafficking. Yes, Mr. Stekyov, a regret to have such a thing happen, but entirely necessary... do you have any words to say, 003?"
Two was astonishingly, a human. Head of the "Navy" division of BLUE, he oversaw all the actions of the BLUE operatives, assigned targets, and assessed further situations as a result of these removals. He seemed to be one of the few non-mechanical beings inside Navy, but then again, Ruhiel had never reallly cared to find others. Two made up for all of his desires to meet anything else but a robot. Ruhiel was fixatedly focusing on the bald spot appearing on Two's aging head.
"No sir. I must say however, that Joe's Better Coffee does indeed, have better coffee." Ruhiel answered, sarcastically flat.
"Smartass as usual." Two sighed, shaking his head. "Still, absolutely brilliant what you did there. By adding a noticable poison into the coffee that Mr. Stekyov was drinking, any investigators will immediately focus on that, rather than the violent burst of electricity you shot into his system from the adjacent table. Rerouting the electrical current for the security cameras to Mr. Stekyov was very impressive, I must say."
"Thank you sir." Ruhiel responded completely flatly again.
"As much as I hate to say it, Ruhiel, you're one of the best operatives we've got. Most of those other droids running around simply go from Point A to the kill. Leads people right to 'em." Two shook his head. "You think ahead, you make sure that by the time anyone could ever figure out where the trail really leads, the case has been closed."
"Thank you again sir." Ruhiel was wondering how long it would be until Two was completely bald.
"Which leads me to your next assignment." Two ran his fingers through his disappearing hair. "This one isn't going to be anything quite like you've experienced, however."
Ruhiel raised an eyebrow.
"Have you ever heard of Dante's Abyss?" Two asked, returning the raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Ruhiel answered, still very bored sounding.
"You've been entered. One of the top guys in BLUE would like as many competitors eliminated as possible." Two told him, reaching into a cabinet, searching for something.
"You're asking for a massacre on public television? With a Navy BLUE operative doing the work?" Ruhiel asked, wondering if Two had lost his mind.
"Not a massacre, you obviously don't know Dante's Abyss that well. This is a competition between men and women with powers and capabilities that exceed imagination, some with strengths of nearly limitless proportions. They represent a possible threat to BLUE's rise, as their immense power could be used by our enemies to halt or completely compromise our goals. It is regrettable that we are ordering you to enter and remove these men and women, as many are good, upright men and women. However, we cannot risk our future, and therefore the world's future." Two spoke, throwing a manilla folder at Ruhiel.
"What's this?" the android asked.
"Your demographic information. You'll be going simply by your codename, and you have no affiliation with us. Give only information that is necessary and which is asked of you. Now get going, the sign ups are about to close." Two answered, waving Ruhiel away with his hand.
"Yes sir." he answered.
A few hours later, Ruhiel completed his sign up at a table he found in East City. Answering the questions of the annoying, continuously smiling attendant, Ruhiel finally signed himself into the blood bath of the galaxy. He was expecting a hefty bonus for this one.