Absolute Power Ch.1: A gesture of peace?
 

A dark room looms. Its massive windows clad in deep crimson velvet extending far into the vaulted depths of the inky, invisible ceiling. One man sits on the stone floor, his legs awkwardly crossed in front of a small iron brazier, his arms extended towards it as thogh he was warming himself. Another waits anxiously behind him,
Master
Yes?
Your judgement is absolute, but they are becoming suspicious. You have used the gifts to liberally. The great whore will investigate, their emissaries will attend the cou...
He halts as the other figure spins up in front of him and grabs him by the chin and squeezes
If my judgement is absolute, then why do you question it?
The other tries to speak, but his jawbone cracks on the right side
My actions are the will of our lord done on earth...prepare my car

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A thousand miles away, a young Priest jolts upright from his sleep in the stark Vatican dormitory. An aging Bishop that had been praying at the small altar spoke
Reverend, what troubles you?
{exo, this is you}
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1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. USA-
The white house was buzzing with excitement, the council at Casablanca was a day away, and the president had awoken from his coma only a month before. His rehabilitation was swift, and his reorientation was incredibly fast, so much so that he was already more prepared than anyone on his staff for the conference. The president's chief of staff walked swiftly through the wide west wing corridors, his briefcase firmly in hand, his bags packed
now to get the man himself all set, if unless of course, Frankson hasn't already reminded him
Mr. Pearson!
Yelled a young aide from the bank of desks he was passing
Yes, Kirk?
My boss, NSC chief Vasquez, wanted to make sure that the SIPRnet conference system was up and running on Air Force One before we left.
Perry Pearson looked at the kid, knowing he had potential, if also an absent mind
Find Liek Edwards. If he's not already on the plane fixing that up, get him on it now, tell him I sent you.
Ok, sir, I'll get right on it...
Oh, and is he in the office?
Yes sir, I think so
Alright, go get to work
Chief of staff pearson walked into the Oval office, and instead of finding the president, Erik James, the nation's second in command, was poring over some documents at the recieving table in the middle of the room
Sir...

{Anyone in D.C. with the president, chime in here}


ooc: I'll finish up everyone else's startups tonight, if ya' don't mind

Kalland Rykov hit the now semi-concious crimeboss a couple times more.

C'mon get up you worthless sacka....

Kalland glanced around, seeing a rather large crowd of people staring at him. It was only now he realised where he was. Square in the middle of an intersection outside the White House. Kalland glanced around again

Would you mind I'm sorta busy here

ooc Why Ranger thank you!!!

My dreams have grown darker the day is approching and he shall be here soon...

You know what you must do my son the pope will give you your oders and provide for your transportation if you need

What if they know of me? These are ont your standard dim-witted lakeys these are arch-feinds of the fallen one!!!

They do not know of you; Your only known of by me the pope and god himself otherwise you are protected from others knowing who you are. But they will know that we will respond so we will send another priest but you will be the main investigative force. We shall bless you for the journey and give you special diplomatic statis and total absolution.

If that is what me done then it is.

Max you might have to make a detour along the way... apparently somebody shall soon wake-up...

Dominic stretched as he stood up from his bed and looked at his laptop screen. "Lets see what's going on in the world around me." He browsed some articles on a website then got bored. "Let's see what's on the White Houses system today." His fingers moved deftly across teh keyboard of his laptop as he started bypassing the firewalls and the many, many security features the White House "specialists" had installed. "I am good." Grins as he makes his way into the mainframe of the White House.

OOC: SO does he notice anything of interest?

OOC: You only mentioned those associated with the President, am I in the oval office, or can I choose my location?

-Zero, pick a spot in or around the white house, and they'll find you somehow, if you don't find them first. Psi, you Just happen upon the Itinerary for the president's trip to the Casablanca conference, as well as some fairly interesting info. Info that will arrive as a PM tomorrow.

Back to the story...

An aging D.C. Policeman screeched to a stop behind the gathered crowd, having recieved a report of someone gettig the piss beaten out of him. He shoved his way through the crowd to see none other than...His former SEAL trainee Kalland Rykov?
Drop the Sauer...Tadpole (it's a SEAL reference, You should pick it up and recognize the policeman).
He said, raising his own weapon into the famed Weaver stance

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ooc: Rhu, hope ya don't mind if I hook you up with some nice NJ digs...

The NSA 3rd echelon operator slogged up the rainy steps to the grand doors of one of the most prolific "Entrpreneurs" of the garden state. Supposedly, his funding came from offshore venture capital investments and Hostile takeovers of likely foreign "target" businesses. But that was the BS that kept the bureaucrats happy. Agent McCoy shook out her hair under the massive porch, and knocked on the door. A prim British butler answered
Yes, M'lady, why do you inquire here?
I need to speak with Mr. Desar.

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ooc: Ok, I'll get the others polished up in school tomorrow. Don't worry Lazy and veritas, you're in for the fun. Running on empty....bleah.....*falls asleep on keyboard*

/ooc I'll just use this color for my speaky text then I guess? sorry, forgot to include it earlier ^_^;

Liek hit his head as Kirk shouted for him from the entrance of the plane.
What're you doing here?
As Kirk told him about what had transpired a few moments ago, Liek sighed.
This kid should've stayed in school just a bit longer...
I was just completing all the system checks, everything's running fine so far. Now if you wouldn't mind? I have a job to do.
Liek went back to doing his job, while Kirk went back to supposedly doing his.

Kalland glanced at the Cop "Well ho-ly crap. Fancy seeing my old CO. Tell me hows being a member of DC's Finest treating ya? Cultivating a nice donut belly? Listen, the last person I'm gonna listen to is the same asshole that got me discharged from the miltary" Kalland holsters the pistol and flicks him off "So heres a nice big glass of fuck you" Kalland slumps the unconcious body over his shoulder and walks off.

Don't be mad just because I made you put sand in your jock strap at 4 in the morning while you wallowed in 50 degree water with the rest of the class.
The policeman kept his aim steady
Rykov, I'm not going to arrest you, but I'm not the only one who needs to speak with you. And it was instructor Benson that reported you, not me.
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A troop of men in suits walked briskly up the Philadelphia streets towards one of the city's most controversial places. They moved with the purose and arrogance known only of one type of person...a businessman. One of them apporached The entrance to the Shiny new laboratory with a nice view of Constitution hall, and Pressed the intercom
Hello, this is Ilryn Rahad, from Rokar investments, I have an appointement with Dr. DeSantis

Erik rubbed his bald head as he pured over the documents in the oval office. He then looked up at who said sir. "Yes what is it" he said as he lloked over the man then went back down to studying the information before him. The council at Casablanca wasn't far away and Erik still had a lot to go over before him and the president went over there. His muscles still in excellent shape were tensed and almost looked as if he was flexing.