The Meet

Botchmun · Aug 9, 2014

Ian waited by the diner, not sure he wanted to go in. It wasn't seedy, more of a 'tropical' sort of motif. Probably taking advantage of the fact that Manta Carlos was located close to the equator on an island. He'd squeezed some information out of a guy named Soren. Poor guy, he didn't get it too rough but rough enough. There was a guy named Calloway, worked for some big-wig from somewhere on the island. That big-wig wasn't important. What was important was that, after being pursuaded, Soren revealed that someone with quite a strong resemblance to Calloway had been seen associating with someone who fit the undeniable description of Andre Wakeman. With a grimmace Ian focussed himself once more. This was his lead and he was going to see this through. Andre was his target and he was going to deal with this.

This diner, he had heard that Calloway was going to be here for some form of business. He was going to intercept this guy, and learn about where Andre was. If Soren could be pursuaded, Calloway could too. There was more to what was going on around him, more at stake than just his grudges, his vendetta, And it threatened to swallow him. Ian balled his hands into fists within his pockets before relaxing them again. Waiting for someone he had only a good description of was frustrating enough. He was waiting for a potentially very dangerous man he had only a description of in order to try to get information on a confirmed very dangerous man. Sometimes he wished he'd just stayed at school but he'd caught a whiff of his brother's stank around Manta Carlos and couldn't leave well enough alone...

Emy · Aug 9, 2014

Calloway

There were a number of things that Calloway did not do. Poisoning an irritating person in the middle of a crowded diner was not one of these things because the doctor knew damn well how to get away with it. Of course, assassinations weren't normally on Calloway's schedule but exceptions could be made for people who messed with SPECTER's research. More specifically, the lowly agents who couldn't keep their mouths shut to save their lives. Sometimes they had this annoying tendency to wander off with bits of material as well and that was just really, truly unforgivable.

The agent that Calloway was going to meet with tonight was part of a particularly idiotic duo that was attempting to blackmail SPECTER. Not seeing any reason to bother Miss Mordrake with such trivial things, the doctor had decided to sort out the problem personally. It wasn't because of any loyalty to that girl or any sense of duty. Betrayal of one's employer was all well and good but these people were betraying Calloway, too.

Hm, only a minute, the doctor thought, entering the building. I wouldn't want to waste anymore time. The agent was sitting in a booth is a far corner, as they had agreed on. Calloway threw down a file of papers directly in front of him.

"Now don't come to me about these things again," Calloway told him boredly. "There's only so much I'm willing to do for anybody and you're lucky I even considered this."

The agent looked back suspiciously. "You're almost convincing," he said, voice full of doubt. "Still staying then?" It was almost a nice thought but Calloway didn't have time for it. After all, in the diner, there was a single person who was betraying SPECTER. Another was only pretending to.

"Some of us have to make a living, you know." The doctor was already turning away. "Besides, there's no reason to leave yet." The agent made an incredulous noise and the doctor glanced back for a moment. "Do yourself favor and don't botch this like you did that other thing." Meaning that he shouldn't try and read the file in such a public place and risk it being stolen from him. Again.

That done, Calloway exited the diner, pointedly ignoring the doomed agent's parting murmur. Hopefully he'd take the file back to the former scientist who had put him up to it and they'd both go over the thing together. The poison on the sheets was slow working but quite incurable without access to higher technology.

Botchmun · Aug 10, 2014

He fit the description. He fit it almost perfectly. The man who had to be Calloway went into the diner and began talking with someone. Ian remained just outside the diner, loitering and acting as though he wasn't watching him. Up To Me, however, kept those glassy eyes staring through the window. When Calloway walked out of the Diner, Ian started to follow him. He let Calloway get a block away from the diner before properly walking up behind him. His palms were sweaty but he kept them in his pockets. His pulse was racing, but this guy might have information he needed. He was now just over a meter behind Calloway. There were not that many people out and Ian knew he had to look damn suspicious. As he drew close he cleared his throat and started talking.

"Excuse me!"

He tried to hide how nervous he was, concealing enough of it. This Calloway fellow, if Soren was to be believed, ran with some pretty rude dudes. Ian was sticking his head in the lion's mouth with this but he refused to let this slip past him, he didn't want to lose his only lead on Andre.

"I'm looking for a guy named Andre, heard you knew where I could find him. He's got some flamboyant hair and a bit of an ego."

Right to the point, he kept his eyes locked on Calloway, fingernails biting into his palms within those pockets of his. If Calloway didn't answer? He'd press the issue. If Calloway ran? He'd press the issue. If Calloway answered? Well that'd be the bee's knees.

Emy · Aug 10, 2014

Calloway

Really, the person following the doctor was a clear amateur. Even thought Calloway wasn't trained specifically for this sort of situation, it didn't take a lot of skill to notice somebody badly stalking another person. No effort at all had gone to even muffling the sound of their footsteps, that's what it sounded like. If this was going to be an assassination attempt -and the doctor prayed that it wasn't; it was that pathetic- it looked like even a person as physically unfit as Calloway would probably be able to walk away relatively unscathed.

So it was actually a relief to have the person call out like that. For one, only the worst of assassins spoke at all during their hits. For another, there were still some people up and about to act as witnesses to any incident that might occur. Sure, they were all some distance way and would be unable to hear anything said at a normal volume but that shout had surely drawn attention. Unless this person had absolutely no regard for his own life, he wouldn't try anything too stupid. Theoretically.

Having stopped at the first sound of this other person's voice, Calloway actually turned to look at the person once Wakeman's name was said. With eyebrows raised, the doctor said in an unimpressed voice, "Oh. Hm. That name. Maybe I recognize it, maybe I don't. Frankly it doesn't concern me too much." The doctor took a few moments to scrutinize the young man's appearance, trying to figure out where his limits. Specifically his morality based ones.

After a few moments, the doctor hummed. "I don't suppose you're going to kill this person, are you?" Calloway asked in an almost pleasant tone. "Also, for God's sake, keep your voice down." Really, did this boy know nothing?

Botchmun · Aug 17, 2014

"Oh? Ohh... Right, sorry." Ian legitimately sounded like Christopher Walken as he muttered out those words, his voice dropping as he walked up to Calloway. He seemed far more sheepish at this point, avoiding eye contact. It was clear that Ian was a little embarrassed at how Calloway had snapped at him over how loudly he was speaking. As he drew closer he tried to maintain some semblance of a poker face as he spoke. "Suppose I do want him dead, you know where he is or don't you?" The boy lacked subtlety, refinement, his contempt was pretty apparent. Even with his voice now in an almost conspiratorial whisper there was an edge to it. His hands remained balled in his pockets though, and he forced himself to make eye contact with Calloway.

Something about this guy kept Ian on edge. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but some intangible factor in the back of his mind kept him tense. For a second, approaching this man seemed like both a waste of time and an act that might have put his life in danger. Ian swallowed down his fear before speaking again, figuring he had better cut to the chase. "Look, do you know this guy or not?" If anything he can this conversation quickly, before that nagging in the back of his mind could make him lose his nerve.

Emy · Aug 18, 2014

Calloway

Calloway considered the options. I really don't like that boy. Although that was a given. The doctor didn't think that anybody liked Wakeman besides himself and there was conclusive evidence supporting that fact. If that boy were to be taken out of the picture entirely, Calloway doubted very much that anybody would care. To SPECTER as a whole, Andre Wakeman was just another disposable grunt. One in millions, nothing to get too worked up over.

The issue present was whether or not Miss Mordrake would perceive this as a betrayal of herself or not. After all, Wakeman was currently on a mission that she deemed highly important. There was a good chance that she simply wouldn't care what Calloway did but that girl's moods could be volatile. At least, the doctor knew that unless somebody opened their mouths, Miss Mordrake had no reason to read anybody's mind. The doctor had to wonder, though, if this action of giving up Wakeman in itself would be too obvious anyways.

Then again, he's not exactly the subtle sort. Really, who would be surprised if Wakeman's loud mouth got him into trouble? To be honest, I've already made up my mind to get him killed. And if he wasn't prepared for that sort of thing, well then he simply shouldn't have involved himself with SPECTER in the first place.

"Why, yes, I do believe that I know this idiot," Calloway drawled. "Full of himself womanizer who thinks he's the only real man under the sun. He was hired for an assassination recently. His partner is a woman with salt pepper hair, military trained and can probably take you out in a hit if you get in the way."

The doctor shrugged for a moment before looking this boy straight in the eyes. "I think it rather goes without saying that you'll be quiet about your source on this, hm?" Because if he wasn't and there was an aftermath to deal with, Calloway would simply go and call in a few favors to make the problem disappear.

"Wakeman's target is Joshua Langford, the owner of The Antoinette in the Underground. When you deal with him, do be thorough about it."

Botchmun · Aug 28, 2014

There it was! Ian was surprised at how quickly Calloway would sell out a... Compatriot? Co-worker? Buddy? No, for all Ian knew this was yet another person pissed off at how Andre could carry on. He sounded fed up with that asshat dandy, all things considered. Ian's jaw tightened as the gravity of this set in; he didn't have much time. The Antoinette? Ian just might be able to get there in time. He wasn't too familiar with the underground but walls weren't a problem for him.

"The Antoinette? In the Underground?"

As Ian's face became a mask of grim coldness, he took his hands from his pockets. Urgency was taking him over, he NEEDED to get there. Up To Me was required. Slowly emerging from Ian's own legs were two translucent ones, appearing as sheer, metallic struts. As these two ghostly apparitions extended from Ian's own, the feet of them residing inches from Ian's own, he nodded to Calloway.

"Thanks for the info."

There came a sound like a painfully off-key guitar noise as the ground itself briefly Surged with power. For a few seconds, Ian seemed to be getting shorter. Suddenly, he plunged downwards, the ground parting beneath him as though it was liquid being splashed. Within an instant the youth was gone and the ground reformed as Ian sunk below Manta Carlos, towards the underground, the Antoinette, and Andre.

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