Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 12, 2008 22:43:01 GMT -5
The mission had gone off without a hitch, which was odd for him. Gently he slid out the back door of the building, the files tucked into an inner pocket, hidden from sight and hard to just grab. He leaned against the brick, fingers buttoning his red suit jacket closed. It was a deep red too, a crimsony brown almost. Like dried blood. It was kinda creepy, yet pretty awesome too. it made his red hair nearly blend out, and his singular green eye glow like he was possessed. He sighed, and gently closed his eyes, searching for his pack of smokes in his back pocket, his lighter nestled beside it.
He was happy. He had a lover (or so he hoped), a workplace he, actually, loved. Coworkers that were...crazy but alright. It was unlike the White nation...I mean...White had been a great guy, respectful and...he kinda felt bad for having defected. But...to be with this guy though...it was better. Better not to blur the lines like he would have for Red. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit the end, drawing in a lungful of nicotine to sooth his nerves. It would be better to be calm before heading back to base. He'd been told to watch his back though...White would be on his ass for defecting.
Somehow he wasn't scared at all. He could get away right? He wasn't a rookie...he was careful...he had a good aim and could think creatively. He was scrawny and fast. But...White nation had older more senior members of its force...what if they were better than him? What then? Well...then he'd have to be smarter and faster and get his scrawny ass back to the red Embassy and safe behind its walls.
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 12, 2008 22:57:51 GMT -5
His eye was clearly spotted through the benoculars by the glaring eyes that looked through them. ".....bastard.." he grumbled to himself, a feeling of dissappointment rising from his gut into his heart, constricting his muscles, the anger veins of frustration clearly visible in the White nation's temple and hands. He had heard the rumors, doubted the agent, hoped he was just taking a break from work but this was.....this was madness.
"Secceeding from the White nation to join those Red bastards.....clearly son, you are a fool." He growled in a low tone, taking his eyes away from the benoculars, still glaring with burning eyes at the figure below that was his former agent Khaki. He slowly shook his head, pulling out a .45, pulling the hammer back and sticking it in the back of his pants before making his decent downward towards the former agent. He jumped down at the entrance of the allyway, standing up after his landing and popping his neck. "Nice outfit Kid.....having fun playing dress up?" His voice was deep, a snarling growl, every word ending in a striking snap of hatred. "....or is Traitor more appropriate.....what do you think?"
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 12, 2008 23:11:34 GMT -5
...White?? His eyes snapped open and he trained his eyes to the furious White Nation top agent at the mouth of the alleyway. He stiffened, eying his previous boss. Well fuck. His old boss...and he looked pretty rip shit too. "Traitor....s'pretty harsh word White." Francois murmured, his cigarette perched stiffly in his fingers as his other hand rested on his gun. This was...a painful meeting. He had hoped to stay away from White completely. The man...he was a good person, a good leader...A good caring leader. That's what made this suck more than anything else. If he could have disappeared he would have already.
Swallowing nervously he moved away from the wall, turning to face White completely, slowly. His red uniform clung to his skinny frame and accentuated every line. Unlike the white which had been rather loose on his frame. Mon dieu...what did he do now? He couldn't possibly shoot this man...even if it was his job now. Dammit, how foolish...he was out only days after his defection...of course he would have been caught. Was White here to kill him? He heard that all agents that defected ended up dead, either by their superiors or by older agents. He was sure he stood no chance against White...
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 12, 2008 23:26:09 GMT -5
"Traitor.....harsh...heh, thats not even close to harsh. Trash....slime, insignificant fool......I can keep going." He snapped, walking a step closer with each word, pulling a knife out. "Now.....what to do...what to do." He was not the same White that Francois had known in the White Nation. He wasn't his boss, his friend...now he was an agent. An agent who was facing another agent, a traitor in his furious eyes. He raised his head a bit, glaring at him just looking over his nose, that look that says I'm better than you.
"Alright smart ass......what do you think would be a good punishment? death, torture....how bout I break every bone in your body, leave ya for some Grey to find and finish the job." He stepped closer, pointing the knife only a finger's distance away from him. "Come on kid.....how bout you beg for forgiveness." He scowled at him, using the blade of the knife to knock the cigarrette out of his hand, and nipping his ear and hand in the process. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't take you back with me and torture you the proper way, back at the embassy?"
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 12, 2008 23:35:07 GMT -5
Slime. Ouch. Really it was hard to hear it. To him there was no hard feelings. But again...he was an enemy agent now, and his boss obviously hadn't cared much about him. Oh well right? This was life...people came and went and...it was dealt with. "I don't wish to be punished, White. I did what was best." he stepped back away from him, taking his pistol out and aiming it vaguely at White's heart. His green eye scanning the others face. This wasn't the man he knew. Hell...it could be he had never known him, it really wouldn't surprise him. "Besides...I'm not a White nation agent anymore....it wouldn't be a punishment."
He took another step back, keeping a wary eye on him. That knife was dangerously sharp looking, seeing as it had left cuts on his hand and ear. "I have nothing to beg forgiveness for White...." He sighed faintly. "I am sorry, that it had to be this way but...I fell in love...guess the saying 'love is blind' really is true, monsieur White." This was a bad time to fight with him, he wasn't yet over the fact that he'd left White, and he was addicted to the sex he had with Red. The warm body that he slept with. It was much more appealing than just his forge giving him warmth.
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 12, 2008 23:49:10 GMT -5
"you ungreatful fool!!" he yelling slapping the egde of the knife across the other's face, steel cutting flesh, blood flowing, the wound itself stinging to match the pain fo the words. "We still have your files! You body still belongs to the White Nation! What you think we just forget when you leave or die!? No, we still have you." He drove the knife into the agent's upper arm, where his shoulder connected to his body, twisting the weapon, ripping flesh before it stuck into the brick wall behind him.
He pulled out his own gun, the other's weapon not much of a threat in his mind. He used the gun to lift up the younger agent's chin, to look his in the eyes, his own eyes glaring to the point of deep hatred. He shook his head in dissappointment, not only in Francois, but in himself. He swallowed the knot in his throat, and drew his gun back, and looked down, glaring at every little stone in that allyway. He turned away from him; a stupid move, anger's mistake; he walked away but stopped about halfway and turned back to him. He reached in his coat and pulled out a folded bundle, unfolding it and letting it take it's original form as a white hat. "You..." He stared him straight in the eye.....clenching the hat in a trembling hand. "You will never be a Red Nation.....just a silly white agent playing dress up." With that he threw the hat on the ground towards him and turned away once more.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 13, 2008 0:00:59 GMT -5
A wince rippled through him as the knife struck his face, and he tried to backpedal away from his, unable to pull the trigger of his gun. A gasp of pain left him as the knife penetrated his upper arm, and he stumbled back to hit the alley wall, crying out as it was twisted. he was no match for White's anger fueled swiftness, even as tears pooled in his single eye and trickled down his face. When White pulled his gun, and his eye leveled with White's gaze he wished he could have shriveled up and died...the look in his former boss's eyes...it was painful. "White..." He whispered, pain tainting his words.
He was shocked when the other turned away, enough to pull the knife out of the wall, but not out of his shoulder. If he moved the knife he'd probably bleed to death. He slid down the wall to the alleyway ground, staring at the white hat not too far from him. Playing dress up...no...he wasn't playing at anything...he was a 'rookie' agent...an agent who'd lost a man he'd loved, and...well...inadvertently found another. He couldn't raise his gun, unable to shoot White even now that his back was turned. Gently he dug out his cell phone, blindly speed dialing his boss, Red...he was going to need medical attention, and fast.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 13, 2008 20:19:17 GMT -5
Red answered his phone as he sat in his office spinning boredly in his giant cozy desk chair that he would never admit to enjoying. "Hey Cinni..." He said cooing until he heard how things had gone rather screwy for the younger agent. "We'll be there in five." He said with an instant change of tone and heart. Oh he would seek revenge on that White spy for this. He was concerned, and rather pissed off. Hissing he sent out the demands for a rescue medical team.
As soon as they were assembled, they dispatched going after their agent that was down. And like the Spaniard had promised they were on the spot in no less or more than five minutes. He was the first one out of the van and at the younger male's side. "Kid, hang in there." He said as he gently picked him up and carried him back to their red van. "Did you get the files?" He asked as the medical team looked over his more minor wounds having to discuss how to treat the knife that was jutting out the other side of Francois' shoulder.
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 13, 2008 21:12:25 GMT -5
White was a well good distance away from where he had left the former white nation, he hurt. His heart, his throat, his head, it all hurt, hurt hurt hurt. He almost turned back to go retrieve the other agent and try to talk soem sense into him; almost, but almost didn't turn him around and shoo him down the sidewalk back to tha allyway. Almost didn't drag hia ass back and help one of his former agents, allies; almost never got anything done for a spy, unless you were almost killed but then you still felt like shit.
He found himself a nice seat outside a cafe and collapsed in it, his skin drinking in the nice warm rays of the sun while his mind drowned in the misery of his recent actions. "White you fool" he groaned burying his face in his hands, fatiguely rubbing the headache that was building up in his temples. He almost went back.....almost.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 15, 2008 23:10:38 GMT -5
"Oui..." Was all he'd managed in response to Red. The phone slipped from his ear after that and he'd concentrated on staying conscious. Mon dieu it hurt...blood was spilling from his shoulder despite having not moved the knife. He figured it was because White, the bastard, had twisted the blade in his shoulder. Before he knew it Red was at his side, and he looked up at him dazedly. He'd lost enough blood now that he was having trouble being communicative. His body shuddered, feeling oddly cold and distant. "Red..." He smiled faintly and nuzzled into the other males chest, he was comfortable and oh so warm...he could almost fall asleep. Then suddenly he wasn't in his arms anymore. His eye flickered open again to look at the other. "Oui...pocket..." He murmured slowly, unknowingly slurred. A bi-product of too much lost blood. His good hand reached up and opened his jacket, yanking the files out of a specialized pocket hidden inside. They were undamaged. "I did bon oui?" His partial French, partial English was very hard to understand in either language.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 15, 2008 23:11:10 GMT -5
Red nodded and slipped the files out of his pocket. Lucky for them they had a translator, and they always did help Red out ever so much. "Yes Franchie...You did great.." He stayed far enough out of the way for the medical team to do their job as they made their way back to the Red nation HQ. He didn't want to leave the younger man's side though, hell he was surprised that the little fellah could still be hanging in there after all the blood that he had assumed was lost. "Just keep holding on kid, you'll be okay, you can't leave us now, we just got you on our side." He teased lightly trying to give Francois a reason to keep conscious and talking usually helped, the Spaniard would be damned if he lost an agent, especially this one. "Try and tell us what happened..." He started thinking that it would be a good place to start with hoping that it would give him enough to talk about or just say for that matter. On the outside he seemed just as calm as always but on the inside he was sweating bullets and chewing his nails off.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 15, 2008 23:15:38 GMT -5
Francois reached out blindly his hand seeking red. He was tired, cold and numb almost. "Monsieur Blanc..." He felt tears in his eyes and fought them as much as he could. His singular eye swivelled, trying to focus and failing bad. "Je t'aime Rouge..." He murmured, completely losing track of what he was supposed to be telling the other man. Oh boy, wouldn't he be embarrassed when the translator's gave him that bit of news eh? "Je...t'aime." He murmured again, his eye fluttering closed. it was so hard to stay awake...he was just so tired now...and he felt cold. The Frenchman could no longer feel the knife in his shoulder, and figured he'd probably lose his arm. Go great with his missing eye wouldn't it? Briefly he wondered if the cold and distance from his body meant he was gonna die...
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 15, 2008 23:15:59 GMT -5
Red took Francois' hand and held onto it firmly with determination that he wouldn't let go or leave his side. He heard the other barely, and after being with Paulie for so long he didn't need a translation. He felt his cheeks warm up as he did blush slightly, his ego was too big though and wouldn't allow him to say it back. However on the inside he was screaming it. "Don't fade out on me yet Frenchie!" He demanded putting a little more pressure in his grip on the other's hand.
He leaned down, kneeling actually. Trying to hid his piskish-red cheeks from the others. Clearing his throat he tried it again. "What else happened...." He leaned in by the other's ear to whisper. "Amor?" He didn't want to let the other agents know, yet he didn't want Francois to think that he meant nothing to the Spaniard.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 15, 2008 23:19:38 GMT -5
Amor...that meant love right? A small smile came to his face briefly, and he would have turned and kissed the man right there if he hadn't realized the man had asked him a question. "Eh....monsieur Blanc...told me....je was slime." It was hard to focus, and he didn't even realize he was switching between French and English. "He..." Gently he gestured to his face and cut ear, then to his shoulder. "Vas....goink to....eh...zhoot." He held his hand, in gun shape, under his chin. His words now a mingle of French syllables. His eye grew sad, and he looked to Red softly. "'E....threv ve vy eh....'at." Gently he pulled his hand out of Red's, trembling and uncoordinated he gently touched his face, as if to remind himself why he had to hold on. His eye became soft as he watched him, scanning his face to take in his appearance.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 15, 2008 23:20:06 GMT -5
Red let Francois do as he please as long as that didn't involve blacking out. It didn't take but a few more moments for them to get back to the Embassy where they were the medical squad rolled the Frenchman out on a stretcher, they of course took him into the medical ward. Instinctively Red followed them, he had to be sure that he was there, making himself that person to count on for the smaller injured male. He waited for them to hook him up to so many machines, give him IVs and try to find a blood source that would match the poor Frenchman's own type. Red approached the side he assumed they wouldn't need to get to and stroked the other's face. "Hang in there, I'll be right here." He said trying to reassure the redhead.
Quickly he leaned down and gave the other a small kiss on the cheek, making sure no one saw it (or so he hoped). Straightening back up he stood there, the files that Francois has retrieved in his free hand, clutching them tightly. "You did....bon? That means good, right?" He asked, making an attempt for his sake.
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