Friday 1.21 The Mission
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Omi wiggled into his mission gear as he juggled the phone he was trying to hold to his ear at the same time. “Senka, I owe you one. I promise to return it just like I found it!”
He tilted his head to hold the phone with his shoulder as he tied his shoe. “No no no… I told you, it’s not anything important. I just… er.. uh.. yeah, you caught me. There is this girl I want to impress. Oh yeah Senka, she is pretty, eyes that would make you just melt.”
Omi gathered the things he needed one-handed. “Look Senka, I really have to go – I will tell you all about it later.”
Omi blushed. “Yeah, I have protection.. geezus Senka. Thanks for loaning me the van and you promised not to tell Manx right? Ok.. yeah yeah I owe you a big one and tell Kyo I owe him one too for having it here in the next 10 minutes. Gotcha, thanks man. Ja na.”
Omi closed his cell phone and rubbed this stomach. He really hated lying but he needed the satellite hookups in that van if tonight’s mission was going to play off without getting a lot of people killed. Calling Manx was not an option, as he didn’t want to get her involved for basically hijacking Kritiker equipment. Sometimes you just had to bat your eyes and go with the flow to get what you wanted. Omi’s thoughts drifted to Ken. Had he done that to Ken? Had he just manipulated his friend to get… no no… Omi shook his head. He loved Ken in his own way it just wasn’t sexual. He had tried it but it hadn’t felt right, no matter how much he had wished it otherwise. He would just have to figure out a way to earn the man’s friendship back and possibly Yohji and Ran's trust again. He had really fucked up. He wouldn't let himself make that mistake again. He wanted to keep his family together more than anything. He would do his best to make amends. Later… if they survived tonight…
He bounced off his bedroom door, his hands full and bounded down the stairs to the basement. He flipped on the lights and started connecting his laptop to the room’s AV equipment when his phone rang. Kyo’s voice over the line told him the van was in the alley behind the shop waiting for him, the keys behind the visor. Omi snapped shut his phone with a satisfied click and logged in. He checked the connections one more time as he waited for his teammates to arrive.
He tilted his head to hold the phone with his shoulder as he tied his shoe. “No no no… I told you, it’s not anything important. I just… er.. uh.. yeah, you caught me. There is this girl I want to impress. Oh yeah Senka, she is pretty, eyes that would make you just melt.”
Omi gathered the things he needed one-handed. “Look Senka, I really have to go – I will tell you all about it later.”
Omi blushed. “Yeah, I have protection.. geezus Senka. Thanks for loaning me the van and you promised not to tell Manx right? Ok.. yeah yeah I owe you a big one and tell Kyo I owe him one too for having it here in the next 10 minutes. Gotcha, thanks man. Ja na.”
Omi closed his cell phone and rubbed this stomach. He really hated lying but he needed the satellite hookups in that van if tonight’s mission was going to play off without getting a lot of people killed. Calling Manx was not an option, as he didn’t want to get her involved for basically hijacking Kritiker equipment. Sometimes you just had to bat your eyes and go with the flow to get what you wanted. Omi’s thoughts drifted to Ken. Had he done that to Ken? Had he just manipulated his friend to get… no no… Omi shook his head. He loved Ken in his own way it just wasn’t sexual. He had tried it but it hadn’t felt right, no matter how much he had wished it otherwise. He would just have to figure out a way to earn the man’s friendship back and possibly Yohji and Ran's trust again. He had really fucked up. He wouldn't let himself make that mistake again. He wanted to keep his family together more than anything. He would do his best to make amends. Later… if they survived tonight…
He bounced off his bedroom door, his hands full and bounded down the stairs to the basement. He flipped on the lights and started connecting his laptop to the room’s AV equipment when his phone rang. Kyo’s voice over the line told him the van was in the alley behind the shop waiting for him, the keys behind the visor. Omi snapped shut his phone with a satisfied click and logged in. He checked the connections one more time as he waited for his teammates to arrive.
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:14 am (UTC)Seriously, how the hell did Ran manage to stay diplomatic in the face of such grating assholery?
...Oh that's right. He'd already gotten the chance to punch Ken. That would definitely help.
"Stop projecting your fantasies on me," Yohji flipped Ken off as he snapped open his phone. "Heya, good looking," he answered cheerfully.
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Date: 2010-07-07 10:45 pm (UTC)Manx paced the hotel room a few steps before pausing at the window to overlook Tokyo. She cast her sights downtown, pausing to question her course of action on last time.
"This disk that will be used tonight is not the sole copy. There is more than one, possibly many more. Whoever is using that disk may possess vitally important information. You will need to secure him so we can question him."
Thoughts of an unstable Siberian shredding their target before they could gain an ounce of useful information flashed through her thoughts. Somehow, the thought also included Siberian grinning ear to ear. A tiny shiver lodged in the base of her spine.
"Please tell me Siberian is not on this mission..." Manx knew the answer, she just wasn't allowing herself to believe it. She was helpless to prevent it and the man who could ran away like a coward.
She silently shook her head wondering how a member of Schwarz was the most stable element in this entire scenario.
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Date: 2010-07-08 04:10 am (UTC)Manx's follow-up statement was no better for bolstering his confidence. His eyes slid over to the man in question where Yohji caught him in some comical farce of a pout. He looked like a petulant child whose toy had just been yanked away. Viewed in conjunction with his earlier behavior, it made Yohji's skin crawl.
"Understood. And I wish I had better news for you than you had for me." He answered grimly. "But you can bet your sweet ass I tried to prevent that."
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Date: 2010-07-09 09:11 pm (UTC)The tone of finality in her voice even gave her pause.
"There are several reasons Schwarz could want Weiss to deal with this but the most likely is that they are afraid to do it themselves. Whatever this disk is capable of, it can hurt them as well." She took a breath to check her information. She didn't want to raise questions about her sources especially as they were about to head out.
"Ken mentioned that Prodigy gave you earplugs to use? I'm betting that they may actually be useful. Schwarz is going to alot of trouble to make sure this gets done. They want information as much as you do."
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Date: 2010-07-11 03:47 am (UTC)Do what needs to be done.
Well, fuck.
It's not as if the concept of turning their weapons against each other had never occurred to Weiss. They'd all thought of it. They'd even staged it. Funny how then, Ken had been aligned with Omi's optimistic stance that the bonds of their friendship trumped their loyalties to Kritiker. He'd stood up for the indisputable power of orders.
It had been an act though. Yohji had never been good at keeping the lines between his professional and personal lives from blurring. The loss of one partner had been exactly what had sent Yohji to Weiss in the first place. The hell he'd let himself feel responsible for the death of another. A few weeks ago he would have outright laughed at the incomprehensibility of Manx's instructions.
A lot had changed.
Manx had voiced a fear that Yohji hadn't been willing to really admit to himself, for all of the effort he'd made trying to get his other teammates to see the scope of Ken's psychosis. He'd already seen Siberian mime a killing blow of his claws ripping through Abyssinian. It was not something he could bear to see actualize. Drawing his garrote on Ken suddenly became closer to the realm of the fathomable.
If Ken attacked Ran or Omi there was no question that he wouldn't hesitate to do what needed to be done.
But if his teammate turned on him?
Yohji couldn't say with complete certainty that self preservation would triumph. Or at least, overcome his reservations quickly enough. Ken was in better fighting condition than him. It would only take that second of hesitation....
"I...understand," he answered noncommittally. He pulled the earplugs out of his pocket at the prompting and set them on his knee. "We'll use the earplugs." He added. Now was about the time he'd usually add something flippant and flirty to lighten the mood. The energy to put on that act had rapidly evaporated with Manx's suggested prediction.
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Date: 2010-07-12 01:19 pm (UTC)The disk was the least of their problems. But it would be the catalyst for what felt like CHANGE.
"Yohji... this isn't a mission. You and the team need to be very clear about that. This is outside Kritiker... all Kritiker restrictions are meaningless in this situation." Manx couldn't beleive that, after so long indoctrinating them into the moral structure of Kritiker that she was suggesting they ignore it all. The change had already begun." First and foremost, I want you all to stay alive. Whatever is happening will never see the light of day if Weiss doesn't survive. Good luck Balinese."
She quickly hung up the phone on that last note. She wasn't willing to answer for her own abrupt 360 just yet. Much like Sato, she WAS Kritiker for all intensive purposes, especially with these four assassins. Hopefully this contrary direction would have the effect she hoped for - to punctuate the weight of this mission.
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Date: 2010-07-12 03:40 pm (UTC)It might not have been a regular mission, but the instructions had come from Sato. Sato was still their handler and still Kritiker, even if Kritker had apparently become corrupt and fractured. If it wasn’t a Kritiker mission, then just what the hell was it anyway? A Schwarz mission? That’s what it was starting to feel like. He sure as hell wasn’t doing it for kicks.
He frowned as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
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