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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:34 pm
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Matthew laughed, "I didn't steal you from any woman who was going to experiment on you. That was Tarrow, she'll probably be around sometime tonight and you can properly be introduced, then. Her 'guard' was on our side, too." No, there wasn't much of a way they could've been the same; the man who had been with the agent before was much bigger than Matthew, he'd actually looked like he could have grabbed somebody and manhandled them into submission.
Matthew was much more of the twiggy, probably brainy type. Had to be a use for him if he couldn't fight, right? Smarts of some sort.
"And your reservations about gun use won't be a problem, despite what you've been told, the rebellion is not just about shooting people all the time. If it was, I would be useless with my eyesight so bad." He finally pulled his goggles back down and settled them into place. "Even with assistance. The digital mapping falls through when I move too quickly."
"At any rate, I've heard about you, yes. I've heard you're pretty good with fabrication, is that correct? We're always looking for more fabricators, finding somebody who can point a gun and shoot is a dime-a-dozen thing. It's finding people to create the weapons, create vehicles, create all the things we need to keep the operations running...that's a little harder."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 3:33 pm
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Matthew shrugged, "We do have a lot of equipment here, our last mechanic left plenty behind. If you want to get a hold of your own--eh, I'd talk to Finch, he's around. You don't want to go anywhere when you're supposed to be a test subject." He was fidgeting with something he'd pulled from his pocket, some piece of almost featureless, square technology. "We'll get you set up with a disguise sooner or later. But for now I'd say send someone else to grab your things for you."
After a minute or two, someone peered into the room; now this guy definitely had the build to be the guard who'd accompanied Tarrow, and the knotty dark brown hair, too. With his face unobscured though, he was clearly pretty young; that wouldn't have worked for any kind of disguise as a guard. He held up a little flashing square that looked similar to the one Matthew was holding; it must've been some kind of paging device. "You rang?"
"Yes. Get in here. What are you even doing right now, I thought you were still in bed?" Matthew ushered the newcomer into the room. He certainly didn't look like he was dressed for bed, he had the upper half of a rather governmental-looking uniform on, black and white and moddish, though he was just wearing jeans underneath.
"I got out of bed a while ago Matthew. I was chatting with uh, you know." He shrugged. "Well good for you. You can talk to you-know later. You're probably more use to Alexander currently than I am, so. Alexander, this is Finch. Finch, Alexander." He gestured vaguely between the two of them.
Finch looked over finally and nodded in Alexander's direction. "Hey. What's uh. What's up?" He was the first one thus far who'd actually taken his goggles off and was wandering around that way, though they were still hung around his neck where he could access them.
Matthew left the room pretty quickly once he'd pulled Finch in to deal with the situation instead.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 4:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 4:56 pm
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He shook Alexander's hand and replied automatically, "Pleasure's mine." At Alexander's mention of the garage, he gestured for the newcomer to follow along after him, and left the room.
Finch led the way through the corridors of what appeared to be a rather large complex, some building they must have taken over to use for their own purposes. Where in the city this was located, or if it was even within the city, was anybody's guess. The walls appeared to have been built quite sturdy, whatever they'd been made of to begin with was now plated with steel and only some of it was rusted and damaged. Security cameras hung from the ceiling intermittently, in various states of disrepair, some dangling by their cords, and most doors to either side of them were closed. Once or twice, they passed rooms that looked essentially like storage, but similar to the one they'd come out of; there were beds among the junk.
People were living here. Probably a lot of them.
When Alexander mentioned his tools, Finch nodded, staying quiet for a moment as he seemed to ponder his answer. "Right. You're hiding out right now, I wager Tarrow has already written you off as legally dead. I can probably get them. Just let me know where your garage is at, and tell me what you're looking for."
There was a ruthless efficiency in how quickly he'd been declared dead, no doubt. These people knew what they were doing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:34 pm
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Finch nodded as he listed off everything he needed. Kid took no notes, so he was either going to forget half of it, or he had a damn good memory.
He gave Alex a moment to look around and orient himself in regards to everything that was in the garage before he remarked, "I'm not much a mechanic, I'm more a memo pad but." He cleared his throat and spoke in a little different tone of voice, like he was quoting something. "Two weeks ago, the hiding place of the infamous Horus was outed on radio broadcast by a poor-thinking group of rebels hiding out in a camp near Prasmia. Since then, Tenovan police forces have valiantly fought to keep the borders closed, barricading everyone into the camp, as they continue to resist and refuse to give up their leader. It's believed that the Prasmian camp has nearly run out of supplies, and hopes are high that they will soon--" he cut off, looking a little dazed for a moment.
"Anyway, you get the point. We're trying to go covert-like until we get to the barrier, and then we've got to get through. I mean, on highest authority I know Horus isn't there but they're still our brethren. We need to get supplies in, or get them out." Finch shrugged. He was rubbing at his head a little, as he'd been since he finished his weird recitation.
"So I mean. Whatever you think works best for that, I'd say go for it. Again, I'm no mechanic."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 12:56 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 11:34 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 3:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 11:50 pm
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For a while, he was left to his own devices, and there was certainly no shortage of weaponry lying around, though much of it was in various stages of disrepair as was anything else. Still. It would be easier to repair and affix weapons than to fabricate new ones from scratch; that much was certain. Alex was given a report after a few hours that his shop had been found, and everything was still there, so it was being picked back up. Matthew might've been the one to deliver the report, it was just sort of called into the garage though and he didn't stick around to discuss anything.
At some point during his working, he was disrupted by a small child, a little redheaded girl that couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old; somehow she got into the garage and arrived with a plate of food for him. A sandwich and some chips. Apparently, even if he wasn't thinking about his needs, there were children running around doing so, or something. No. For some reason the kid had the same sort of goggles as everyone else. Somehow she was involved in this, or something.
"Dad said you been in here a long time," she remarked, setting the plate on his desk, unconcerned if she was getting in the way or anything. "I think he forgot people aren't robots and don't go forever and ever."
Then she watched him to make sure he was going to stop working and eat.
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