12-04-2017, 06:11 PM
She'd give 'em this. Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber followed orders however much she could imagine their rolling of eyes and murmurs of "bitch" under their breath. She could be long suffering. For the time being anyway.
Annemarie was as good as always. Technically, they didn't have to be here to get the surveillance set up. Beauties of hacking and all that. Still, seeing with their own eyes was important. It was all part of getting into the other person's mind.
In this case, one Detective Dorian Vega. Closet Atharim. Traitor. As Annemarie had worked, she called up his file. She'd not really heard of him- this side of the world and all that. He was a mole, feeding information, rerouting cases, helping to sweep Atharim activity under the rug. She would have classified him a mole too if it weren't for the fact that he was so damn beautiful. Not in that effeminate metro-sexual way either. Not like his file was a calendar shoot or anything. But between that and the web, she could see the man. And man he was.
She didn't ever crush. But she liked a rugged man. What was the saying? Things that looked best covered in mud: Jeeps and Men. So she wouldn't call him a mole. He seemed too solid for that. Didn't give off the squirrelly vibe. The file said he was rich. Well, his house said it too.
So...Atharim by choice, not blood. Rich. Handsome. Successful. Why had he chosen the Atharim? And why would he betray them now, after years of faithful service.
There was a mystery there. The key to this man. Perhaps she could find leverage. Not to redeem him. No. He'd made his choice. But to control the situation.
The tap was finished and Jacinda was about to speak when there were explosions. The high walls of Dorian's place hid what was going on. Yoshi looked at her and asked the obvious question with a smirk.
"Good question. Either way, it isn't good. Getting the cops here will make things more difficult for us. A God forbid the godling has decided to play."
This wasn't some sick kid.
She pulled up her tablet and hit the link Annemarie had sent, sharing the view with Yoshi. Rich indeed. She cycled through camera after camera. God, how many rooms did a person need?
Finally, they were outside. A group of young men were standing around, along with Dorian and some woman. She didn't look too pleased. She flipped on the audio. [coor=lightblue]"You are harboring one of them."[/color] Her eyebrows raised and she looked at Yoshi again as they listened to the rest of the exchange.
The mystery at least was solved. Both of them. "Looks like the gods have decided to show off. At least now we know why Vega flipped."
So....two gods out there. Nox and Dorian's son. Given her words, the woman likely wasn't one. There two other guys there too, keeping quiet at the moment.
She screen-shotted their faces and put it in for facial recognition. They'd know soon enough.
"Two gods, at least, and not messing around. Fortified house of a CCDP cop in wealthy neighborhood. I think we need to head back to the safe house and watch them from the feeds. Figure out our best angle in....or how to get them out and alone."
Annemarie was as good as always. Technically, they didn't have to be here to get the surveillance set up. Beauties of hacking and all that. Still, seeing with their own eyes was important. It was all part of getting into the other person's mind.
In this case, one Detective Dorian Vega. Closet Atharim. Traitor. As Annemarie had worked, she called up his file. She'd not really heard of him- this side of the world and all that. He was a mole, feeding information, rerouting cases, helping to sweep Atharim activity under the rug. She would have classified him a mole too if it weren't for the fact that he was so damn beautiful. Not in that effeminate metro-sexual way either. Not like his file was a calendar shoot or anything. But between that and the web, she could see the man. And man he was.
She didn't ever crush. But she liked a rugged man. What was the saying? Things that looked best covered in mud: Jeeps and Men. So she wouldn't call him a mole. He seemed too solid for that. Didn't give off the squirrelly vibe. The file said he was rich. Well, his house said it too.
So...Atharim by choice, not blood. Rich. Handsome. Successful. Why had he chosen the Atharim? And why would he betray them now, after years of faithful service.
There was a mystery there. The key to this man. Perhaps she could find leverage. Not to redeem him. No. He'd made his choice. But to control the situation.
The tap was finished and Jacinda was about to speak when there were explosions. The high walls of Dorian's place hid what was going on. Yoshi looked at her and asked the obvious question with a smirk.
"Good question. Either way, it isn't good. Getting the cops here will make things more difficult for us. A God forbid the godling has decided to play."
This wasn't some sick kid.
She pulled up her tablet and hit the link Annemarie had sent, sharing the view with Yoshi. Rich indeed. She cycled through camera after camera. God, how many rooms did a person need?
Finally, they were outside. A group of young men were standing around, along with Dorian and some woman. She didn't look too pleased. She flipped on the audio. [coor=lightblue]"You are harboring one of them."[/color] Her eyebrows raised and she looked at Yoshi again as they listened to the rest of the exchange.
The mystery at least was solved. Both of them. "Looks like the gods have decided to show off. At least now we know why Vega flipped."
So....two gods out there. Nox and Dorian's son. Given her words, the woman likely wasn't one. There two other guys there too, keeping quiet at the moment.
She screen-shotted their faces and put it in for facial recognition. They'd know soon enough.
"Two gods, at least, and not messing around. Fortified house of a CCDP cop in wealthy neighborhood. I think we need to head back to the safe house and watch them from the feeds. Figure out our best angle in....or how to get them out and alone."