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trans_92009-08-24 10:51 pm
thenameissam.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92009-08-24 10:51 pm
Like Dust in the Wind [Open]
Down in the city, there is a building. It is massive. It's architecture makes it clear that it is a police precinct, taken from some strange world that the crew had likely never heard of before. It's not a pretty building, built for functionality and not for beauty. It's purpose is clear to any who see it. Inside it are rooms upon rooms, including rows of cells. Some are strange, utilizing intensely powerful force-fields to keep highly powerful detainees contained. Others are more familiar to many of the crew. They resemble the average steel bars and concrete cells that have graced many a television show or movie. All of them are empty.
And therein lies the problem. One of these cells, one of the plain, bland, bars and concrete cells had an occupant at one time. News of his arrest, apprehension and hunger-strike had swept through the crew like wild fire. Deemed a threat to himself, his fellow crewmates, and the Yeerk he'd plotted to kill, it had been decided that Sam Winchester would remain detained in the precinct until the conclusion of the Yeerk trial. The trial was not yet over...but Sam was gone.
There were few clues to the how. The cell door hung open, looking like he'd just walked out of his volition. Like he'd been free to do so all along. Who had helped him was likely to be a short list...perhaps... Why he'd escaped was obvious. What he planned on doing was equally obvious. The more important questions were: Where was he now? The ship is big. But hiding anywhere where someone could merely ask Stacy for Sam's location would be stupid. So that left the city...which was also big. There were hundreds of places to hide in the Vatican alone.
And, lastly, when would he--and whoever had helped him--make his move?
The trial was not yet over. The jury had not yet come back with a verdict. But Sam Winchester was free. Likely hiding out until the verdict was revealed, waiting to take matters into his own hands if it came back as anything but 'death.' And, from the looks of things, he may not be alone....
[OOC: If you wanna have your character discover that Sam is gone and react and such, please do so. You can tag back and forth with your characters reacting and such. I will be posting later a subthread of Sam with the person(s) who helped him escape. If you would like to have one of your characters be one of those people, gimme a poke at my e-mail or on AIM (it's on the Contact List).]
And therein lies the problem. One of these cells, one of the plain, bland, bars and concrete cells had an occupant at one time. News of his arrest, apprehension and hunger-strike had swept through the crew like wild fire. Deemed a threat to himself, his fellow crewmates, and the Yeerk he'd plotted to kill, it had been decided that Sam Winchester would remain detained in the precinct until the conclusion of the Yeerk trial. The trial was not yet over...but Sam was gone.
There were few clues to the how. The cell door hung open, looking like he'd just walked out of his volition. Like he'd been free to do so all along. Who had helped him was likely to be a short list...perhaps... Why he'd escaped was obvious. What he planned on doing was equally obvious. The more important questions were: Where was he now? The ship is big. But hiding anywhere where someone could merely ask Stacy for Sam's location would be stupid. So that left the city...which was also big. There were hundreds of places to hide in the Vatican alone.
And, lastly, when would he--and whoever had helped him--make his move?
The trial was not yet over. The jury had not yet come back with a verdict. But Sam Winchester was free. Likely hiding out until the verdict was revealed, waiting to take matters into his own hands if it came back as anything but 'death.' And, from the looks of things, he may not be alone....
[OOC: If you wanna have your character discover that Sam is gone and react and such, please do so. You can tag back and forth with your characters reacting and such. I will be posting later a subthread of Sam with the person(s) who helped him escape. If you would like to have one of your characters be one of those people, gimme a poke at my e-mail or on AIM (it's on the Contact List).]
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"No way!" She groaned, eyeing the empty cell. "Damn it! Who was suppose to be on duty?" she asked Middleman, not really expecting an answer, but still.
"Leon's going to be pissed," she muttered, automatically lifting her Comm ring up to inform him of what was going on.
Meanwhile, safely hiding in the city...
Taking a moment to look over the room that he would be calling home for a few days, Sam noticed a makeshift bed on the floor with his father's journal laying next to it. On top of that rested his Beretta. Meanwhile, over in the corner was a stack of edible trays--the ones that he hadn't eaten during his hunger strike--for him to eat whilst he was stowed away.
"You guys didn't miss a thing, did you?" he said, turning to face the people that had busted him out.
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She's a warrior, not an assassin.
But sometimes you have to do what you have to, to keep people safe.
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"Well, look at the bright side. At least you'll know it's really Allen trying to kill you and not some brain-slug that crawled into his head."
Meanwhile: Back at the Precinct
He would at least her a chance to explain, and tried to reach her over the comm rings.
«Samus Aran, come in!»
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Samus is, very obviously, not pleased at the moment. The reason being that a little fight had just broken out close to the precinct. She had found that no other security officers were close enough to get there in time. With no Stacy to hand out violations, she was left with two options, 1) Let the fight go on, whatever happens, happens and she stays at her post, or 2) She could quickly leave her post, trusting the precinct's ability to keep a prisoner in for a few minutes while she stopped out the little altercation.
Obviously, she had chosen the latter.
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«There are.» Which, in and of itself was true. Unfortunately, since they had to dedicate people watching the Yeerk and make sure no interfered with the trial proceedings, that left them a little short handed. And the City was, well, a city. It was a lot of ground to cover, especially on foot.
«Why aren't you at the Precinct?»
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She was already putting the pieces together in her head, though, and she knew what was wrong. How long was she gone for? It couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Ten goddamn minutes.
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«Just get back to base ASAP.»
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So help anyone who dared to cross paths with Samus Aran as she hurried back to the precinct.
Hurry indeed, Samus arrives back in record speed. She had a hunch about what was going on. She even looked sort of... angry. At least it's a change from her perpetual poker face.
"What happened?"
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Samus' thoughts at this moment were an almost impressive string of obscenities in both English and various other alien languages she picked up over the years.
"This is just wonderful."
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"How long ago did you head out?"
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"How good are you at tracking?" Time to put those bounty hunting skills to use, Samus.
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"Don't make me regret trusting you." Because if he finds out that you're lying to him, Samus, then this better be the last time he ever lays eyes on you.
"Now, go."
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