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Post by kimura on Nov 14, 2009 20:27:46 GMT
Kimura stood up now that she had been freed from under the blast door that Logan had pinned her under as he escaped. She was about to punch one of the men when Dr. Harkin walked up "I want you to track him down and bring him back. Try not to screw this up." She glared at him before walking off heading back into the weapons and explosives storage. Stopping in one area she grabbed a belt that had grenades on it and put it on then grabbed a high powered rifle a couple of clips and another pair of handcuffs made out of secondary adamantium and headed out.
Walking into the garage she grabbed a pair of key's and hoped onto a snowmobile starting it up she took off nearly running a man over for being in the way. She began to search for Logan's tracks it didn't take long to find seeing as no one here went barefoot in the snow. So she just followed them hoping to find the cave man with out having to run into anyone and having to deal with them as well not that she really minded all that much.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 14, 2009 21:05:36 GMT
Logan had already left and her SUV was packed. It had been an odd encounter with the man to say the least and she wasn’t sure if they would ever see each other again, but who really knew these days. She had left her business card and the keys to the cabin on the counter. Her card was there in case he ever needed use of her services or just to let her know if there was anything going on. Also, she might want to buy the cabin one day. Brown eyes surveyed the room once more and she nodded. It had taken her a full day to get the place back to where it was when she got there and she was satisfied with the results.
Once that was all taken care of she locked the door behind her and head out to the vehicle. Then it was off to wherever she ended up next. After a few days of driving and seeing the sites she pulled into New York. Time to do some shopping once she found a hotel for the night or however long she was here. After securing a room for the night Peyton got cleaned up and then headed out to do some serious shopping. She did so love her shopping. Maybe she’d hit Fifth Avenue.
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Post by kimura on Nov 14, 2009 21:41:42 GMT
She stopped the snowmobile when his tracks ended getting off she looked around to see if she could figure out what happened to him. Ok that’s where he fell and set of foot prints much to small to be his and drag marks. She walked along side the marks to tire tracks “And that’s what happened to him.” running back she jumped onto the snowmobile again taking off again leading her to a cabin that looked like it was owned by rich people. Pulling into the drive way and turning off the snowmobile she sat there for a moment looking the place over and to see if anyone was home. But she didn’t see or hear anyone after a few moments of waiting and got off and headed to the door.
Reaching the door she kicked it opened and walked inside into the kitchen making her way into the living room but stopped half way there when she spotted something on the counter. Walking over to it she picked up the key’s and card and read it. “Peyton Montoya….” turning on her com-link she told the others to tack the cell phone down using GPS. While she waited for the answer she looked around the place “Kimura Montoya is in New York city shopping at the moment.” Kimura stopped what she was doing when the voice came on “Send a helicopter to pick me up looks like I’m heading to New York.” she headed outside to wait and left the door wide open not caring what happened to the place. She did however ditched the key's and took the card with her.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 17, 2009 7:01:32 GMT
Peyton was having a lovely little day of shopping and just taking some time for herself. She refused to allow herself to think about her time at the cabin. She really wasn’t up for dealing with anything of that nature. So she treated it as if she were with a client and promptly forgot it until she decided to take it out and examine it later. The young woman slid in and out of the shops and tried on anything that caught her fancy. She was damn good at what she did and she made bank with it. So from each shop she left with a bag or two and she all but bounced down the street, much too many men’s delight.
The young water Nymph had no idea that she was being tracked. Her phone was always on since she was pretty much on-call twenty-four seven. Her phone went off and she chatted with one of her clients as she did a bit of window shopping. After setting an appointment for next week the young woman went to a small café for a bit of lunch.
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Post by kimura on Nov 17, 2009 18:52:39 GMT
It only to about 15mins for the helicopter to get there and pick her up and headed off to New York City. Kimura sat in the helicopter running a check on Peyton Montoya while she got updates and where this woman was going. A picture came up on the screen along with anything the government had on her. It seemed she stayed out of trouble and was self employed as well. “Target has finally stopped moving she’s at a small café.” the man that had been keeping her informed said. Looking over at the pilot “Drop me off a ways away from the café I don’t want to scare her….yet.” the man only nodded as he brought the helicopter down close to the ground.
Putting the laptop up she made her way to the back and slid open the door and threw out the ladder and made her way down it. As soon as she got on the ground she took off heading for the café pushing people out of her way so she wouldn’t miss the woman. No one complained about once they saw the weapons on her they just moved along. “That’s the café ahead of you.” the male voice said “Got it.” she turned off her com-link before walking towards the building. It took a second to spot the woman walking over she to took a seat across from her. “You and I need to talk now.”
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Post by Nymph on Nov 18, 2009 22:27:45 GMT
Peyton had just ordered her meal when the woman sat down across from her. A dark brow went up when the woman said they needed to talk. Dear God this was probably one of her client’s wives or something. ”I don’t believe I know you, what could we possibly have to talk about?” This wouldn’t be the first time an angry other half hunted her down. Honestly, did they think she did background checks? If the woman couldn’t keep him happy and he had to pay for it, it wasn’t Peyton’s fault.
The Latina sipped her soda and watched the woman warily. There was definitely something about the way she carried herself that put the water nymph on edge. ”If you are looking for companionship it’s going to cost you just like everyone else. I usually charge a bit more for women since they are not my own personal preference.” Maybe someone told her that Peyton was a call girl if that was case then maybe some business will be conducted.
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Post by kimura on Nov 18, 2009 23:44:36 GMT
“Oh but I know so much about you Peyton. And we do have much to talk about like the hairy naked man you cross paths with out in the snow then took back to a cabin you where using while you stayed in Canada.” Kimura said cutting right to the chase not playing games this time. She was still pretty angry that Harkin was blaming her for all this. She sat there watching the other woman for a moment “Companionship is the last thing I’m thinking about right now.” she reached down to her side and pulled out a hand gun and placed it on the table in front of her. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Oh please say you’ll do it the hard way I really am in the mood.” she said giving her a smile that would promise a lot of pain to come and possibly death if it came down to it.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 20, 2009 18:53:09 GMT
Peyton sat back and arched a brow at the woman. She did not like the fact that someone knew about her. She’d have known if they had gotten in her head, Exodus has helped her to learn those kinds of signs. That meant she had been tracked by mere mortal means of the electronic age. Brown eyes narrowed what the hell did Logan have to do anything. Was she like is crazed wife, girlfriend, or ex lover? ”Depends on what you are wanting to know.” Regardless of what happens in her private life she will always treat certain things in a professional manner. Not talking about her clients was one of her biggest things. It also holds true with her personal life so she assumed the role of a professional. There some things that she wouldn’t be able to discuss holding true to the client/call girl privileges.
A dark brow went up when she saw the gun. The girl leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. ”I don’t know who you are or what you want. If you want to know about the man then I suggest you find him. I nearly hit him with my car and took him back to the cabin. He rested up and left before I did. I don’t know where he went or how he got there.” Again Peyton thanked her lucky stars for ability to believe in the moment. It made it so much easier so she didn’t have to lie, she’d learned not to lie with Exodus.
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Post by kimura on Nov 22, 2009 1:58:57 GMT
Kimura sat back and crossed her arms over her chest “I want to know everything Logan told you and just maybe I’ll let you live.” she wasn’t really worried that Peyton might take the gun and try to use it on her she kind of hoped she would. She would love to see the look on her face when she get’s back up and knock her ass out and take her in to question her, well more like beat it out of her that was more her style.
“My name is Kimura and I want to know everything Logan told you and where he went.” she said growing annoyed with the woman she was about to do something when the sky over head darken for a few moments normally she wouldn’t have thought anything about it but those shadows sounded like they had thrusters. Looking up she saw two giant robots landing a ways down the street. “Sentinels…great.” she was annoyed that these things showed up they’ll cause chaos which means Peyton could get away.
As the sentinels land they begin scanning the area for mutants “Targets pinpointed imminent, distance twenty meters. Proceeding” one of them said as they began making there way towards the café. As they walked car alarms started to go off and windows shook. Getting closer the one spoke again “Mutant identification positive. Targets acquisition commencing.” cables shot out of there hands aiming for both Kimura and Peyton.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 22, 2009 9:35:27 GMT
Peyton started to rub her temples. Honestly she was beginning to think no matter what she said the woman was going to find a reason to hurt her. It wasn’t like she had anyone she would call if she landed in the damn hospital. ”We didn’t really talk about personal stuff. Just met and everything. I didn’t even know his name really was Logan until you just confirmed it.” Not really a lie since he had seemed so uncomfortable with the name when he gave it to her. Peyton wasn’t a stupid woman but she couldn’t give information she didn’t have and anyone who truly knew her knew she wouldn’t give the information even if she had it. She was fiercely confidential that way and it was definitely going to cause her issues.
”He didn’t tell me anything and I have no idea where he went. He left before I did and I haven’t seen him since.” She was going to be turning into a broken record [possibly literally] her in just a few moments. This started to feel like a really bad Fatal Attraction rip off. They usually didn’t pull guns on her just called her a filthy stinking whore and tried to slap her. Like it was her fault they couldn’t keep it in their pants. Brown eyes flicked up when she saw the shadows. ”Lovely.” She didn’t like these big robots that made life difficult in more ways that one.
When the cable shot at her Peyton slid out of her chair and used a water blast to kick it up and to get grabbed instead of her. She looked over towards Kimura. ”What can you even do? I don’t think the pea shooter is going to work.” Of course her water could be pretty damn strong but the damn bots were well protected. It wasn’t helping that pandemonium was now breaking out with the humans freaking. Nymph started to absorb all the moisture she could get her powers on while dodging the big bots and their love for all things mutant.
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Post by kimura on Nov 23, 2009 1:25:23 GMT
Kimura really didn’t believe much of anything she was being told she’s heard the same thing with every other person she had to get info out of. But once you start breaking bones they’ll usually start talking. Of course there were a few odd balls that took long to get them to talk. She still had an odd feeling this woman thought she was Logan’s lover “I work for the government and Logan is a terrorist I’ve been trying to re-catch.” she lied somewhat it was party true she did work for the government in a round about way and she was trying to catch him but he wasn’t terrorist.
As the coil came towards her Kimura pushed herself and end up falling backwards when she hit the ground she rolled and got back onto her feet. “What the hell? I’m not a mutant.” she said watching the robot’s confused as to why the one called her a mutant. “The damn thing must be damaged.” She looked over at Peyton “Grenades, high powered rifle, and a crossbow.“ she glared at the stupid robot that called her a mutant.
The first sentinel ended up grabbing the chair and pulling it to him “Identification Error, non-mutant.” it let go of the chair letting it drop to the ground. This time it bent down and went to reach for Peyton trying to grab her this time. While that one was dealing with her the second one scanned Kimura again “Mutant identification positive. Targets acquisition commencing.” it said repeating what the first one had said earlier as it lowered its hand and the tips of its fingers opened and knock out gas began shooting out.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 25, 2009 4:23:52 GMT
Peyton started rubbing her temples as the obtuse woman was severely getting on her nerves. "Look, I was in Canada on vacation, a naked man fell in front of my car, I took him to the cabin, he rested up and took a few days and then left. I'm not really one that people trust with information since I'm a fucking prostitute." She wasn't buying this woman's story anymore than the other woman believed her. If she was really government she'd have done this completely differently. Peyton should know she had Feds as clients in the past.
She looked over at the woman. "Don't argue with the giant robot that wants to crush you.... Where's you shit? Shit!" Peyton made a dive trying to get away from the big ugly and got clipped when it flexed it's fingers to grab her. She rolled and tried to shake out her arm thankful it wasn't moving faster or her arm would have shattered. Brown eyes glanced up in time to see the knockout gas as she had ended up next to Kimura. "Hell no.... " She absorbed the water around them and let off a blast of water in an attempts to dissipate the mist or at least nulify it.
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Post by kimura on Nov 27, 2009 23:10:58 GMT
Kimura just listened to Peyton go on about how she came a cross Logan great a whore just what I needed to deal with she shook her head at the thought. She looks her over she wasn’t one that worked the streets that’s for sure and then it hit her, she was dealing with one of those high priced hookers. Wonderful just what she wanted to deal with.
“Damn it it’s bad enough some human’s think I’m one I don’t need these things thinking I’m one too.” She was about to try and get out of the way of the gas when the water came up to block the gas. While Peyton was dealing with the gas she looked around for something…anything…Aha that will work. Grabbing a grenade she pulled the pin and threw it at the other robot just to keep it busy while she took off to check out the tanker she spotted.
As she got closer to the truck she spotted a sign that told her what was inside “Holy hell this stuff shouldn’t even be in the city.” turning she headed back towards the robots so they wouldn’t come after her and possible destroy the tanker before time. She stopped near the other woman “Some idiot brought a tanker full of napalm into the city I can use it to get rid of these guy’s but you need to get your ass out of here more then six blocks and take cover. Unless you wanna ride this roman candle to hell with me.”
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Post by Nymph on Nov 28, 2009 6:51:51 GMT
Peyton looked over at the woman. "Maybe you are and don't know it?" Good the water stopped the mist and she wondered where the hell the grenade came from but she wasn't going to argue. She watched the woman all but leave her alone with one still functioning robot and one distracted one. Lovely. When the one she stopped from misting focused on her, Peyton jumped back set off another water blast as she tried to deflect the hand making a grab for her.
"You're shitting me.... Napalm? Holy fuck.. Yeah, I'm out of here." The woman would have killed her or tortured her so she was having an issue with the whole 'giving a shit' thing. The woman took off and spun around to fire off another powerful blast to try to trip up the one Sentinel to make it easier on Kimura to take them out. She just hoped the people were smart enough to run, but then she's been double judged with being a hooker and mutant. So yeah, there was some sympathy but not much there. She slid to a stop at the seventh block and watched. She couldn't help but hope the woman survived what she was about to do. Damn soft heart.
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Post by kimura on Nov 28, 2009 16:50:48 GMT
Kimura gave her a that’s not funny look but it probably didn’t work very well because she was pretty confused and the more she thought about it made it worse. But she couldn’t deal with it right now and decided to put it on the back burner until the sentinel problem was dealt with. While Peyton took off she threw grenades at the robots to keep them busy, she didn’t have many but it was enough to give the other woman time to get away.
It also gave her time to grab her hand gun she had lose when the attack started “See you in hell.” she took aim fired at the gas tank on the tanker then closed her eyes so she wouldn’t be blinded by the explosion that followed a second later along with shock-wave that blew out windows and flipped cars and made the rest of the city shake.
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