Infiltration of Interstellar Corp.

[Ikkime Miu]

((OoC:Ikkime has been payed to assasinated 4 board members of Interstellar Corporation, Investigating into the corporation, she has found documents and blueprints relying to a space weapons program called "Project Alpha:Gungnir" as to what it does, Ikkime was not able to see as she was shut down before she could, so on top of the assassinations, using her well known abilities, she has gone to Xcution under the name Marie Beaudouin, taking fill advantage of her french and japanese accent mix. Pavel Fedoseev has been contacted from Xcution to take the job, for his efficient and quick kills, as well as acting, just what Ikkime needs.))

[Ikkime Miu]

Ikkime sat at her table in the restaurant overlooking the city of New York, checking her watch and then looking up to see a business man walk past her, wink and then take the elevator, looking her down. Smiling she looked at him and winked back holding her head on her propped up hands. He stopped the door and Ikkime giggled, getting up and grabbing her over coat and putting it on, she walked towards the elevator and walked in, the door closing behind her. "Oh my, sexy sexy sexy, i would love to do you like i do my paper work, on the table for hours" Ikkime sighed mentally Oh god does he really think that was good, humans are...just idiots sometimes, holy..." she rubbed her finger down his chest, smiling she brought her head in for a kiss. Bringing her hand back up, she quickly grabbed his throat and lifted him up against the wall of the elevator, pulling out her phone and making call "Stop it" on queue the elevator stopped and she looked at the man "What is Gungnir? what is it's purpose? why is interstellar making a space weapon?" he grabbed her hands and tried to make her stop, sighing she dropped him and he coughed "What the" cough cough cough" fuck are" cough cough" you talking about" cough cough" you stupid bit-" she grabbed him and tossed him against the wall, picking him back up by his shirt "You have one minute to tell me what the fuck Project Alpha:Gungnir is, or i will throw you out of this elevator window, 59...58...50 not talking? 45...42...40 your losing time Mr.Jullsen, here let me give you some encouragement: she looked at the window and back to him, picking him up with both hands and slamming him against the window making it crack "39...36....34....31....28 you have 27 seconds Mr.Jullsen....times up? still nothing?" she looked into his eyes and he looked back at the cracked window "Listen you have to understand, they'll kill me if I tal-" Ikkime shook her head, pulling him forward and then throwing him against the window making it break and him begin to fall through, she caught him by his shirt "Still not gunna talk? eh?" he tried to grab for her "WAIT! PLEASE! okay okay! Project Gungir is a space weapons program that we launched late Oct. 2011 the idea was that we could shoot highly concentrated WMDs any where over the earth with extreme precision and mass destruction, 2012s prototype had a misfire and we ended up almost destroying an island, once that happened we spent months covering it up, the project is discontinued though, thats all i know i swear! no pull me back in! please!" she thought for a moment Why would they keep the files for Gungnir if it was discontinued...and why would he try so hard to keep this a secret, it didn't seem important enough to risk his life... she sighed again "You're lying Mr.Jullsen, thats very bad, your mother should have told you never to lie" she looked below and then to him, he shook his head no, but Ikkime let his shirt go and he fell 30 stories to the concrete making a horrific scene. Ikkime looked at the camera and nodded, the doors opening and her jumping out in the shaft, across to the door, putting her ear to it, before opening it and closing it, running to the stairs and walked down to the main floor flowing into the crowd. Walking out onto the sidewalk she saw police already showing up, she walked away and into an alley, walking towards a standard BMW M3 series black with black colored wheels. She took off skin tight gloves the color of her skin, and threw the gloves in a can. Taking a zippo she set the trash can on fire and got into her car. Letting out a breath she leaned her head on the steering wheel, she looked up and at her phone, pulling out into the street she meshed with traffic of the city.

She plugged the phone into a small laptop and began running codes to make sure the call was secure, looking in the rearview mirror every once in a while. She ventured deeper and deeper into the city. Once the coding was done she dialed a number from the cared left behind by the killing organization who was efficient at what they did and waited for the operator to pick up. A Voice came on from the other side of the phone [smear:FF0000]"What is your job, how much is the pay? How long will our Agent or Agents be on this job?"[/smear:00FF00] the women was quick and to the point. Ikkime explained that it would be infiltrating an Organization by the name of Interstellar Corporation, getting on the board and killing 4 key members, scientist. The pay would be decided by her employer on the job and that they would pay the agent, she didn't really know how long this could take so she said 3 months at the most. There was silence first then the women answered [smear:FF0000]"You will be meeting Agent 6 at the hotel approximately 3 hours from now, ask for the key to room 12, knock three times at an interval of two seconds and open the door, 6 will then decide if he is capable of the job, dump this phone in the next trashcan exactly 200 meters from your car, that is all"[/smear:00FF00] the women hung up and Ikkime was shocked at how...scarily acurate they were. Ikkime parked the car and then dumped the phone going into the coffee shop across from the Hotel and scanned the crowds from an off one out, some type of suit, a brief case wielder. She checked her watch and ordered coffee while she waited, thinking carefully she made a new name for herself, going into the bathroom she looked in the mirror and changed her accent, from english to her native french, coughing a couple of times and repeating words over and over before getting it correct and coming out the bathroom, she checked her watch again and pulled down her hair, putting on her tan overcoat and walking across the quiet street into the small hotel. Making her way across the empty hotel main floor, the man there didn't even look up, simply giving Ikkime the key and point towards the stairs. walking to the third floor she looked at the rooms, and stopped at 12. She waited for a moment breathing slowly before knocking 3 times at intervals of 2 seconds like the women said, entering and closing the door behind her.

[Pavel Fedoseev]

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It was another job, another contract, everything in life was for a contract and these contracts was for the greater good of mankind. That was the idea behind the Hits, the idea behind a reason to why he had devoted his entire life to a single cause. A Cause for Order and for Justice. The time was around 5:00 when his work phone began to ring, Pavel stood at the center of a small room. The walls were painted pure white with a wall containing various assaults rifles. He was dressed in his typical attire, pure black suit with a blood red tie. Standing across from him was another male. Appearing in his mid twenties, his face was rather gaunt with sunglasses over his eyes. The XSG placed his finger up as he slowly reached for his phone, awaiting the mans nod. Opening it, he knew what the call was about. The voice was heavily disguised, even with a secure network the disguised voice was to ensure that no one will be able to discern gender of the caller if they over hear it. [smear:FF0000]"Someone has an interest in our services again. You will be meeting your contact in a motel in New York. The code to enter the room will be three knocks at intervals of two seconds. From there they will fill you in on the job. Your pay will come from what they had paid for your services."[/smear:00FF00] and they both hung up. Pavel stared at the man and nodded.

"You are leaving so soon, Mister Nipton? It is a shame. Well if you ever decide to browse our wares another time. Pavel nodded and left the store. He was just browsing one of the many contacts that Xcution had. This one was a weapons dealer, dealing simple military grade weapons to Xcution and their members for a rather cheap price. Leaving the building, Pavel immediately entered a Taxi that has been called for his convenience. "To the Airport. Please." the driver nodded and took the customer to the desired location, no questions asked, and no side conversations. The airport was lively with the chatter from the public announcements and passengers getting on and off of the pains towards their vacations or coming home from one. But the stop was not in front of the public areas where most people were dropped off. The driver knew that Pavel was to be taken to a privately owned hanger within the airport. The XSG was currently in the city of Miami, Florida. And that meant that the flight towards New York had to happen as soon as possible. Pavel opened his cellhpone and called a contact within the airport to have a pilot delivered the assassin to the New York City as soon as possible. Without failing a pilot soon arrived. They nodded at each other as they boarded the private airlines before departing.

With the current vehicle they were using the flight would have taken two hours. There was no chatter between Pavel and the pilot and Valentina had not called during the flight. Everything was going according to plan. The moment they landed, Pavel was sure to call another contact to send another cab to their location and deliver Pavel to a safe house where he will collect his belongings. The safe house was a simple condo somewhere downtown, there was nothing remarkable about it. A single bedroom with the other accommodations, making sure that any agent that needed to lay low here would appear like any other tenant of the building. Obtaining the keys to the designated room. Laying in the closet was a black suitcase that had Pavel's black bullet proof suit along with his specially designed Balaclava. The man stared into the mirror, havving gotten dressed in a suit that was meant to stop lower tiered bullets along with a mask that filtered harmful gas. Lastly his attire needed was his ski mask that was made from a one way mirror. Ensuring that he was able to see everything outside of his mask but no one saw inside. Fixing his blood red tie and black leather gloves the man was ready for his job.

Pavel walked out, with his suitcase in hand and keys in the other he gently closed the door and locked it, today was a job and everything needed preparation. This was why Pavel made sure everything was set. Putting the keys back the XSG reached into his pocket and pullet out his work phone before calling another contact within New York. "I need a Russian identity and false paper work sent to this hotel." before hanging out. The people that Pavel had contacted were always professional and would always have things he needed delivered within the hour. Finally his prep was almost over, his last prep would be getting to the Hotel.Ignoring the commotion that would have happened within the Hotel, Pavel ordered room number 12 and retrieved the keys. When he got there he was sure to make sure he was early, setting up his things within the room. "Nikolai Akulov. Not bad." taking the time to stare at the identification that was sent. Pavel applied the needed make up to look even more convincing. The identification looked similar to Boris. With the right application of make up and other things, Pavel was able to give himself a more broaer chin, a darker skin while remaining light along with dark brown eyes. When the knocking came, Pavel was sure to place the balaclava back on. Timing the knocks correctly, he slowly opened the door and welcomed the woman in. Making mental notes of how young she looked along with her height and weight. A soft ka-chunk echoed through the halls as Pavel closed the doors. "What may I be of assistance to." the voice was deep, yet very soothing. He spoke in a manner that showed his Russian heritage and was calm about the entire ordeal. But the way that it was said gave the atmosphere a chilling effect.

[Ikkime Miu]

She walked in and saw the man standing, nodding she went to the window and peered out of it onto the road. Turning back and pulled open her black duffle bag, she pulled out four files. Putting the duffle bag down, she pulled out a standard M9 Silenced and put it in her holster on her back behind her overcoat "The job might take a while, are you fine with this?" she looked at him and got silence nodding and continuing "Okay then, we will be infiltrating the board of Interstellar Corporation, on the surface they are a space travel company that has become very rich from American's and Russian, maybe even the Chinese. What i've been assigned to do is to infiltrate and kill four board members, the CEO and three of his representatives, they'll have to look like accidents, The targets are Jimmy Horneth, John Charles, Arnold Winston and Callum Perkins. It will take us a month to get rid of the member you will be taking care of, and we'll have to make sure that once we take him out, any of his "partners" are taken care of" Ikkime slid the files over to Pavel and let him look at the files, they had their names, location, social security, bank accounts, even family members. She went to the window and leaned against the curtains peeping out and then suddenly 2 cop cars pulled up "Ah shit...we got four cops, one women three males, they are looking at the place and talking in their walkie talkies, i think they'll be looking for me, ill handle it, but there is something i forgot to do, you can join me if you want but i need to grab the briefcase of the weapons scientist that i killed today, it'll be in NYPD evidence department" she looked at him and then nodded to the room. She pulled out the M9 and then opened the door. Jumping up she held herself in the air and hold her breath and waited as she heard voices down the hall.

The policemen pulled up to the building "What in the hell would the suspect be doing here, hell im shocked she didn't leave the city once she killed the guy" the taller man cuffed the younger one in the back of the head "have some damn respect, the man is dead and his wife is in beyond shock, I heard those damn windows are damn near bullet proof, I have no idea how someone, let alone a girl could have broke that. This should be easy, dont pull out your guns, just act normal and arrest her. We don't know what she is capable of so just...be on your toes alright? they nodded and they walked in, the main floor now busy with people, some sitting down, others talking at tables. He walked up to the main desk "How might i help you officer?" the man from before looked up and smiled. The officer told the others to walk around in the front, looking for a girl with blonde hair and pink eyes, how ever the hell that was possible "Recently, down a couple of blocks from here, a man was pushed through an elevator window. Now the lady that was in that elevator before Mr.Jullsen was killed was seen walking in this hotel, now not to point fingers, but I could arrest you for hiding a killer, and we don't want that now do we?" he leaned against the counter and looked at the man. Ah the infamous NYPD blackmail, what a glorious thing it was. The man gulped and looked down quickly at his log book, making the cop smiled and tip his hat. He picked up the book and went through it and found a room reserved recently. Sliding the book back over to him he smiled, and whistled for the cops to head up the stairs. Hearing complete silence they peaked around the corner and saw the door was open. Pulling out his gun and the others following suit. He crossed to the other wall and pointed at the door, moving up and signaling for them to follow. They went in by teams of two, the first group going into the dark room and going over to the table looking at the files "It's clear!" the other two went in and joined them at the table.

They began shifting through the files and Ikkime slowly dropped down and closed the door quietly. Moving swiftly she leaned behind the couch. She leaned back and kicked the couch at them, making them scatter, light scattered everywhere as flashlights hit the floor "Ah what the fu-" there was two silenced shot went off, one killing the male matching Pavel's size and on killing the female cop. Both clean shots to the forehead, the other two began running towards the door busting it down, the captain was shot in his neck making him fall over, while the other was shot in his leg. Ikkime pulled the bodies back in and went to work on the door, getting it to shut and piling the two stripped bodies and captain together. She looked at the door and called for the Xcution member "I handled it, we still have live one, what do you want to do? dunno if you care for information but i need to know where the briefcase went, what are you gunna do?" she looked at him and then back at the shivering Policemen, slapping him and dragging him into the room Pavel was in previously.

[Pavel Fedoseev]

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"Okay then, we will be infiltrating the board of Interstellar Corporation, on the surface they are a space travel company that has become very rich from American's and Russian, maybe even the Chinese. What i've been assigned to do is to infiltrate and kill four board members, the CEO and three of his representatives, they'll have to look like accidents, The targets are Jimmy Horneth, John Charles, Arnold Winston and Callum Perkins. It will take us a month to get rid of the member you will be taking care of, and we'll have to make sure that once we take him out, any of his "partners" are taken care of" Pavel stared at the woman intently as he listened to what she had to say about the job. So far the entire thing seemed like a straightforward job. Assassinate four people. It didn't seem like the kind of job that would take but only a few days with a team of Swords. It would have been less expensive than hiring one of the Seven Guns. That was when she slid him the files where he opened them and began to scan them. As he observed them the woman seemed to be upset over something, exclaiming "Ah shit...we got four cops, one women three males, they are looking at the place and talking in their walkie talkies, i think they'll be looking for me, ill handle it, but there is something i forgot to do, you can join me if you want but i need to grab the briefcase of the weapons scientist that i killed today, it'll be in NYPD evidence department" "Feh. How unorganized and unprofessional." Pavel thought to himself as he observed the same woman as she prepped for a trap.

While she prepped, Pavel was sure to open his suit case and pull out a piece of paper and a pen. Staring at the files he wrote down names, addresses of both the targets and their family along with other points of information needed for this job. He needed to know these information so that his contacts could get to work. At that very minute was when she enacted upon her plan, the large sound of bodies hitting the ground, silenced shot, and a surprised yell. Everything, sloppy but the XSG did not have time to complain nor did he want to complain. As long as the job gets done then he will make sure it gets done. As long as there is no more sloppiness or unexpected surprises. A few more shots were fired, killing three and wounding one "I handled it, we still have live one, what do you want to do? dunno if you care for information but i need to know where the briefcase went, what are you gunna do?" that was when she dragged the bodies back into the room. Pavel was silent as she stared at her strip and pile the bodies. What this young girl made up for in terms of sloppiness, she made up for impressive strength. But this mattered not, brute strength would get them so far into the Head Quarters before enough damage is done and the national army is called upon them. He stared at the uniforms that she had stripped and shook his head. "These uniforms will do but the name has to go. There is no telling what or who these people knew. So it would be bad if someone else is caught wearing their uniform. Even with the ability to Look like them, they would still be suspicious of sudden memory loss. We need new names, keep the uniform. But I will find us a way into their database." he finished up writing the needed information and slipped it into his coat pocket.

That was when he walked towards the injured officer and placed his hands onto his shoulder and lifting him up, then sitting him down on a near by chair. "Now for your witness and needed information. I will do the extracting. Sit. Don't move. Or you are dead." That was when he walked over to the other side where he had placed the pen and grabbed another sheet of paper before walking back. The XSG stared at the man, who seemed to be shaking in fear. "Do you have a wife? A husband? A family? Do you want to see them again?" Pavel's voice was calm, soothing, it did not raise in tone nor in volume. It was meant to give a sense of security, but with the vibe he gave off it did the opposite. But before he could speak the man placed his finger up to stop him. "Take these questions as a rhetorical one. I care not for your information. But the information that we actually need. Now I need the location of a brief case. if you could ever kindly provide this for us. You can be set free. Now, you're scared. I can sense the fear in you, but your ever response will determine how I react. And trust me, you do not want to know how I get when people interrupt me or raise their voice. And don't skip on the details. I do hate it when people skip out on important ones." With that said he placed his pen onto the piece of paper and stared at the man, making sure to write down everything he said.

Once this was done the XSG stood up and opened a basic flip phone, his work phone and dialed a specific number to a contact within New York City. A hacker, one that was good at their job. Xcution had contacts world wide, they had people in their pockets and others who have the ability to do things that others could not. He was sure to make sure that this contact spoke Russian. After a few rings Pavel began his conversation, no hellos, greetings, or anything else. "Mne nuzhno identifikatsiyu pomeshchen v bazu dannykh Departamenta politsii N'yu-Yorka. Odin s imenem Stanislava Biryukova. I yeshche dlya ..." he looked over to Ikkime "I will need to know what name you would like to go under. Make sure it matches your nationality." once she said the name he spoke it to the contact and left with a final message "Kogda vy zakonchite, mne nuzhno identifikatsiya otpravleno v otdel. My budem igrat' tak, kak budto my poteryali nashi znachki i kto-to ikh nashel. YA takzhe dolzhny imet' zvaniye polnomochiyami dlya zaklyucheniya dokazatel'noy otdela, no, chtoby ubedit'sya, chto nikto ne znayet nas, i ponyat', pochemu oni nikogda ne videli nas. Nakonets, my dolzhny chistuyu ekipazh poslal v etot otel'. I vse lenty bezopasnosti na vsekh etazhakh ustraneny takzhe tot, kto rabotal za stolom v eto vremya dolzhen byt' ubit." then he walked back to the police officer and sat down. "Remember when I told you when you told us all the information we needed you would be able to see your family?"

He placed both his hands onto his cheeks and calmly pressed it in, as if he was playing with the guy, making him nodded his head. "Well... I lied." with a quick and violent twist he was sure to break the mans neck. Standing up Pavel stared at Ikkime and grabbed his suit case, placing the piece of paper and pen back into his suitcase before standing up "A clean up crew will be sent here, I also gained us identification that will match us to a fake database. You will play it off as if we lost our badges and that we must retrieve the evidence you spoke of. From there we leave. Do not worry about the bodies, I will have a clean up crew sent here to make it look like a suicide of sorts. The Clerk will be killed and all evidence will be removed. It will be as if we never came here. Let us leave." and with those words, he walked out the door.

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{Translations}"Mne nuzhno identifikatsiyu pomeshchen v bazu dannykh Departamenta politsii N'yu-Yorka. Odin s imenem Stanislava Biryukova. I yeshche dlya ..." = I need identification placed in a database of the Police Department of New York. One named Stanislav Biryukov. And for.....

Kogda vy zakonchite, mne nuzhno identifikatsiya otpravleno v otdel. My budem igrat' tak, kak budto my poteryali nashi znachki i kto-to ikh nashel. YA takzhe dolzhny imet' zvaniye polnomochiyami dlya zaklyucheniya dokazatel'noy otdela, no, chtoby ubedit'sya, chto nikto ne znayet nas, i ponyat', pochemu oni nikogda ne videli nas. Nakonets, my dolzhny chistuyu ekipazh poslal v etot otel'. I vse lenty bezopasnosti na vsekh etazhakh ustraneny takzhe tot, kto rabotal za stolom v eto vremya dolzhen byt' ubit.= When you're done, I need identification sent to the department. We will play as if we lost our badges and someone found them. I should also have the authority to sign the rank of evidence, but to make sure that no one knows us, and understand why they never saw us. Finally, we need a clean crew sent to this hotel. And all the security tapes to all floors eliminated as someone who worked at the desk at this time should be killed.

[Pavel Fedoseev]

Bumping to see if this is going.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+2800 Ryo. It would have been way more if you guys broke up your novels worth of paragraphs