Taken (Child's Play) [F] May 14, 2015 9:22:21 GMT 11
Post by 「JoJo」 on May 14, 2015 9:22:21 GMT 11
"...I know you're holding out on me, woman." Swirling around on an lavishly designed executive chair was a familiar face within the Rocket squad Tobias had been assigned. Despite how gloomy the office was with her desk light illuminating a very ominous tone, it was still possible to make out her core features. Her flowing golden locks, scarlet dressed clothing scheme and perhaps most notably were the numerous burns blemishing her otherwise porcelain skin were visible. It was none other than Lucretia. Whilst not the leader of this particular Rocket squad, this de facto leadership being handled by the wrinkly, long in the tooth Harman, she was near enough poised to take over. Wanting nothing more than to steal the reigns and take over herself. A cut-throat business woman such as she was not one that idly sat around. She was ambition incarnate and because of this was always conspiring to further her position of power and sphere of influence. Already within the crime syndicate she had been able to negotiate many favours to herself and was respected as someone you really shouldn't be on the wrong side of. It was a definite wonder why she hadn't become one of the few executives at the top running the show.
Grinning deviantly as she switched around the smoking cigar in her mouth, she slammed her clenched fist down on the table and spoke out with a jaunty tone of voice, one ill befitting of a woman such as herself. "I have to say, that's what I love about you most Toby." Placing a sickeningly sweet emphasis on her decided nickname for the eye patched male, she let out a puff of smoke as she leaned forward, her fingers interlocking as she weighed up on whether she should take a risk on this relatively new member to their squad. "Of course you're bein' held out on! You're a no-name. A nobody! Quite frankly i'm surprised we ain't got you moppin' up the floors after Garcian's pitfights." Her eyes leering seductively she took the cigar out of her mouth and patted it on the ash tray on her desk. "But your insistence on punching above your weight is admirable. I like it. If I didn't, I would have had you thrown out of my office by now." Her hand falling to her side, she gave a Pokemon a gentle caress of its head. Leaning forward slightly, Tobias calmly noted she had a rather vicious Persian at her side. "Well? If that is the case, I require a mission." Remaining taut in his responses, his cold glare of his only eye was something that phased most people however Lucretia was entirely differently.
"Hahahahahaha! Oh Toby. When will you drop this entire man of few words act. Heh. Besides, shouldn't you be going to Harman for this?" Playful in her words with a subtle razor's edge to her words, she leaned forward onto her desk as she waited conceitedly for Tobias to accept her superiority over Harman. Surprisingly, it was something Tobias was all too quick to agree with. "Hmph. I had you down as someone with enough business savvy to be able to see why I am here and not Harman." Raising an eyebrow, she usually would have struck down most people taking down such a tone with her but Tobias, or Toby as she preferred, seemed able to get away with such a tone of voice. "Harman is a decrepit, senile, fool of a zombie. It's about time someone buried him in his grave." Glaring his eye further, he concluded. "It's overdue." Snickering on his shoulder, Prometheus was of this opinion too. That and the fact Harman smelt funny which usually offended the chimp's sense of smell. Leaning forward with both of his arms outstretched onto her desk, Tobias made clear of his wants. "I'll cut to the chase. I want a high level mission. I joined this criminal group because I thought it would mean I could continue my exploits. Not to sit around vaporising feral beasts into oblivion." Leaning back into her seat, she interlocked her fingers again as she coyly bought up what she knew about him.
"Well...I can see why you would want that. Mr. Dillinger. The Great Unovan Bank Robber. I know about your exploits." Leering her eyes again, she smirked. "I was all too surprised when I saw your face turning up at HQ. Don't think that because this place is so backwater that all of us are ignorant to world news. I'm surprised the others aren't aware of your reputation." Picking up the cigar from the tray, she placed it in her mouth and puffed contemplatively. "Perhaps i'll take a chance. From liaising with the higher ups, there is one particular mission that requires doing. Of course, I was told it was to be given to top level agents. Garcian was my original choice but he's too brash. The target would definitely get harmed. Coyote, who can steal anything, would have trouble with the bodyguards. I had been thinking of passing this to Hypnotica... But..." With both of them fully aware he was now putty in the palm of her hands, she laughed bluntly. "Would such a low level grunt like you be able to do this...? Hm?" His face building up with anger, it was perhaps a real surprise that when he opened his mouth that it was not that of anger but monotonous tone. "Enough. You should be able to conclude I am suited for this. You know of my past, the fact I have built a weapon of mass destruction through my own talent alone. I'm sure word has also spread of my flawless victory in that dingy underground fight club." His eye looking off elsewhere, he mumbled his last point. "...And the less said about the clown suit the better." Bursting out in a raucous laughter, Lucretia slapped her legs as she recalled the miserable Tobias dressing up in such garish wear.
"Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Fine! Fine! I suppose you've argued your case. Compliant enough to have gone through with the clown suit too. Just remember one thing." Flashing him a genteel smile, it belied the true gravitas of her words. "If you f@#$ this up it will be your head, not mine. I would expect you to pin the blame on Harman too." Bluntly failing to respond with any sort of reaction, Tobias merely replied with a few words. "That will not be happening." Having begun to shift through her desk drawer, she paused in what she was doing as her eyes flicked up to reveal a dagger filled stare. "Funny you say that. How is that Magby of yours rotting away in jail? Don't forget I know about your failures too, Dillinger." Clearly in her business frame of mind, she had dropped all formalities, all banter with the suited Rocket. Gritting his teeth, Tobias did his best to keep his anger under wraps. "Ah. Here's the dossier. Read up and get moving. I'll make sure nobody else attempts the mission in the meantime." Throwing the dossier over the desk, she resumed petting the top of her spoilt Persian. Picking it up, Tobias bluntly concluded their meeting. "Very well." Making a swift exit, he quickly pulled out a cigarette and let Prometheus ignite it in order to smoke. "That woman..." Clearly not very keen on her company or going to her for favours, it was a compromise he would have to make in order to climb the ladder on his way to the top.
Retiring away from her quarters, he made it back to the main area of their squad's base and took a seat before reading over the dossier's information. Tobias was a criminal through and through. He had done embezzlement, hacking, data theft, bank heists, robbery, murder, arson, grand theft auto, a whole plethora of crimes. But from reading this mission briefing it became very clear. He would have another crime to add to his repertoire. Kidnapping. "So the mission is to kidnap the director's child in order to strike at him. I see." Thinking it over, it seemed to be that the director was very much a resolute man who didn't succumb to threats or bribes. What a shame it was he had such a glaring weakness to be exploited. "But of course, it would not be simple." Reading over the file on the daughter, an Alexandria Northington, it was worth noting that the director obviously prized her safety and it appeared she was always accompanied by hired security. Placing a hand over his mouth as he inhaled a particularly thoughtful dreg of his cigarette, he withdrew it from his mouth as he blew out smoke. If his Porygon-Z's strength was anything to go by, they would be irrelevant. The rest of the mission itself would be a walk in the park. Looking at the time on his wristwatch, he couldn't believe his luck. It was approaching evening and according to the mission brief, she attended evening violin classes. What's more was that the file had information on the vehicle transport commonly used. "Perfect."
Standing up, he would waste no time in securing his foundation within the organisation. Having prepared himself, from Pokemon, to technological devices and even to getting on another suit he had in his wardrobe that was impeccably clean and well ironed, the criminal was ready to see the mission was completed. Having uploaded all of the contents of the brief to his C-Gear, Tobias exited out of the underground HQ into an alleyway in Goldenrod inconspicuously. Checking the co-ordinates on his C-Gear, he wouldn't have to go far in order to intervene their usual route that was followed. Keeping back at the entrance of the alleyway, it would be difficult to try and locate the target vehicle on foot. This is where Tobias' skills as a hacker would come into play. Booting up a function on his C-Gear, his eye flicked up to the numerous surveillance cameras littered about the lamp posts and buildings and got to work. Having injected his Porygon-Z into the Goldenrod security network and used this as a means to bypass their protocols, it meant taking control of the system was relative child's play. Tapping through each view he came across, it wasn't long before the target was spotted. "Hmph. Now to divert to a more advantageous location. We can't have this target escaping." In the time he had been scanning through the surveillance cameras, Lateralus had gone to work on securing other electronic facets of the city. Traffic lights, construction signs, advisory road signs, they were all at his finger tips.
Stalling them at the junction they were wanting to pass through, Tobias ensured the flow of the traffic meant they were stuck in place. Letting this go on for a few minutes in order to get them to want to take a diversion, he allowed a traffic light to flash go but only in a left direction. Begrudgingly taking the turn, he watched as the limousine went along and took his desired path he had engineered. Getting near to the end of a road, Tobias quickly shifted to take control of a construction work site on the road which had a sign he could manipulate. Forcing another left, it meant they had no choice but to follow. At this point, the plan had almost fully come together. Taking control of one last advertising billboard above that showed images and videos electronically, he entered a bulletin text to advise of fatal accident. Suggesting to take an alternate route right, Tobias watched as the vehicle accepted the advise, Slipping his sleeve over his C-Gear, he looked up as he saw the limousine drive down a narrow side road opposite the alleyway he had been hiding in. Striding over, he needed to keep up the element of surprise as soon it would become apparent to the driver of the vehicle they had just gone down a dead end. Blocking off the entrance, he straightened his tie and merely stared through into the driver's mirror to get their attention.