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Post by FireFeral on Feb 16, 2006 11:46:21 GMT -5
Adam nodded slowly, more than slightly guilty as he struggled to keep any light of pity from his eyes. Most new mutants had difficult childhoods, but Pharoby's unusual one appeared to be more difficult than most.
"So this 'customer' was the Bear or one of his associates and..." Adam muttered to himself. The pieces fell into place; filling in some gaps in the picture. Pharoby's assignment, the attack on the safehouse, and how they had actually escaped from it. There were still gaps, but he was feeling slightly more comfortable with the situation. It was very likely this was a mistake.
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Post by FireFeral on Feb 16, 2006 12:09:59 GMT -5
Evan listened with her jaw clenched while Pharoby talked and paced. Anger welled up yet again. Pharoby had had as much of a choice in her training as she had herself. First and foremost this was going to get straightened out, then all of these people were going to pay, right up to St. Cyr himself. Just how much was Pharoby leaving out? Her eyes roved over to Adam as she sensed the sour emotions from the man.
She faced her sister after a minute, a little more under control. "He's going to pay."
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Post by gelf on Feb 16, 2006 12:58:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, this was the Bear. I loved him. He made me...feel...wanted, more so than I had ever did in my short life. At one time I would have done anything for him, and I did. Somehow he knew about my powers long before I did and he encouraged me to use them. I didn't know I had a choice until I received my a**ignment to spy on Adam."
She looked down at her feet.
"I was good. I still am. I did my job so well, that nobody knew who I actually was." She looked sadly up at Evan.
"I've killed so many, sis. I won't tell you the exact number. I learned control though. I never wanted to kill you, or Adam, or any of the group that you introduced me to. That would be like destroying my tea supply."
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Post by FireFeral on Feb 16, 2006 15:24:20 GMT -5
Glancing over at Adam, she noted that the geneticist was kind of pale and shuddered. Evan knew she probably would have done close to the same thing if she had been in Pharoby’s position. If she hadn’t escaped she would’ve been doing the same thing for years by now.
She met Pharoby’s gaze, her mouth quirking into a little smile at that last sentence as she got up and hugged Pharoby around the shoulders. I’m glad you like tea then.
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Post by FireFeral on Feb 16, 2006 15:25:17 GMT -5
Adam's eyebrows tugged upward; a feral's loyalty was an extremely dangerous thing when given to the wrong person. And in his opinion, the Bear and the Russian mafia were certainly the wrong type of people. A feral manipulated at a tender age, trained to the level of an elite assassin, and then take into account Pharoby’s psionic illusion abilities... it made him thankful that this young lady liked him as much as her tea.
He’d have to check into these killings; it was always a good idea to know who you were dealing with: even if they were an ally. Since it was such a large number of killings it also might give them all a scope on what this St. Cyr’s big plan might be. Adam sighed softly; he didn’t want to obviously pry on what appeared to be a perceptibly sensitive subject. “Do you know why you were sent to… take care of these people?”
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Post by gelf on Feb 16, 2006 15:31:16 GMT -5
"At first I didn't, at least not while I was still in Russia. After I went to South America, it was more apparent. The Bear would locate elderly land owners and send me in either with him or later to manipulate them into deeding the land in their wills to myself or another name we came up with. I would gain their trust and as soon after the will was changed, I'd take care of them. You'd be surprised how easily old men will give anything to a pretty young woman." Pharoby's eyes wielded up. "Adam, you remember about the only one I regretted. I told you in that hotel room when we went back for our belongings."
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Post by FireFeral on May 2, 2006 23:29:18 GMT -5
Adam nodded soberly, recalling the talk that he and the younger Pharoby had that day. He rested a hand on her shoulder in a consolatory gesture for a moment, before he moved to the rack of computers along one wall; picking up the wireless keyboard and pulling up the custom search engine Jesse had put together. He explained the brilliance of the idea to the sisters as he typed in the first set of search parameters. "This was mostly Jesse's idea. He's compiled the various national and international databases into a cohesive database that we can cross-reference with the New Mutant Database, police reports, newspaper headlines, or say... aliases and dates."
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Post by FireFeral on May 2, 2006 23:30:24 GMT -5
Evan frowned as she tried to unravel her headache-tangled trail of thought into something more easily communicated. Unconsciously she was standing by Pharoby’s side, attempting to lend her support. Hearing this a second time around let Evan focus on something other than her antagonism towards the persons who had put her sister into that kind of position. “But why land?”
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Post by gelf on May 3, 2006 9:33:02 GMT -5
Pharoby thought about it before answering Evan. "In South America and especially Brazil, they still run on a feudal type system. The person with the most land controls the country." She shrugged and walked over behind Adam to look at the screen. She leaned on the chair and sighed quietly.
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Post by FireFeral on May 3, 2006 12:47:45 GMT -5
Adam jumped at the close sigh and shook his head at himself as the results poured in. The first page of fifty hits was all food and pharmaceuticals related. He muttered a few of the results, "He's linked to BioGen, GeneTech, Sun Valley, Smith-Foster, Allergan, Chimerian Industries, Kobayashi Pharmaceuticals, and Isyanov Laboratories. Nearly all of the largest drug-therapy companies out there." He twisted to face the blue-eyed woman that was peering over his shoulder. "Do any of these names look familiar to you?"
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Post by FireFeral on May 3, 2006 13:01:40 GMT -5
Evan blinked at Pharoby's answer, troubled. This situation kept feeling more and more like one huge trap. Edgy; she stayed a few feet away from the computers and watched the results as they poured down the screen. Monopolies on countries, drugs, food, and at least one mafia. Their odds at success weren't looking so good. She sighed, just maybe, when they got through this they could finally relax.
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Post by gelf on May 3, 2006 13:39:23 GMT -5
Pharoby shook her head. "No, none of those look familiar."
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Post by FireFeral on May 3, 2006 13:56:24 GMT -5
And now it was Adam's turn to sigh. "Well, it looks like we have a long search ahead of us." He started sifting through the next page of information, marking possible relevant points for later review. "Both of you are welcome to the kitchen and common areas. Everything is pretty close to the same locations as in the old Sanctuary." He paused a second, "Jesse's out at the moment, but I could see if he would be willing to help in the looking."
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Post by FireFeral on May 3, 2006 13:58:12 GMT -5
Evan waited for Pharoby's inevitable answer with crossed arms.
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Post by gelf on May 3, 2006 14:02:53 GMT -5
"Jesse? I don't think we need to involve anybody else. I can take care of myself and Evan if need be," Pharoby said slowly. "Tea would sound good right about now," she said as she headed to the kitchen area, leaving Adam to do his research.
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