Black War Syndicate(Started. Open. PM the GM)

[Ganath]

Almberg flinched. His thoughts crumbled as he heard a woman's voice bursting with a clear "What". Awareness of his surroundings flooded him. He was cold, as his clothes were soaked through. They hadn't dressed him in any particular uniform for now, he figured that would come later. Stefan was therefore still wearing a pair of suit pants coupled with a white button-up shirt you'd normally see under whatever matched the black pants. His constant visits to court had made him live his life in this suit as of late. But both the tie and tuxedo jacket were missing, he had long since forfeited those. The clothing was quite uncomfortable, he realized. His constant contemplation had negated that, but now it really bothered him.

His burst of awareness made him twist his head a little. Spotting the Albino woman who had shouted. She looked furious, but why wouldn't she be. Either she got caught in the act of something, or she was innocent. But how likely was the latter, he wondered. He couldn't make presumptions, but even so, his mind processed what crimes some of these people might've committed. It was a way to cling to sanity and a habit he had gathered over the years as an officer. It was good to have habits. They felt oddly comforting at a time like this.

His gaze continued to observe, never resting on anyone particular. He didn't want to attract any specific attention.

Eventually, his eyes ended on the man with the odd eyes. He was being sarcastic, that much was clear and whatever had put him in jail, Almberg quickly figured he deserved it. It was an educated guess, if anything. As the guard whacked him, Stefan grinned slightly. So much for not resting his eyes on anyone, he thought. But damn, did that look good and justifying. It was the first time he had smiled in a long time now.

 

[WhyBotherToTry]

Calvin jumped. The woman he'd been looking at was shouting at him. "WHAT!" She screamed. Her voice was a bit hoarse, as though she hadn't spoken for a while. "Well, do you have a problem?" So much for her not noticing. A childhood's worth of bullying led Calvin to respond as he always did, sarcastically. Even when the tormentors outmatched you, snarky comments were the one weapon that was always by your side. "You're twitching, dear" he replied. "Worried about the big house? Don't fret about it, I hear nervous albinos aren't a turn on for rapists". Or maybe that metal tumor you've got growing out of the side of your head will make you even more unbearably ugly and they won't want to go near you." (Having lived most of his life in France and being raised by Irish parents, Calvin spoke both English and French fluently and hadn't needed a translator). "Still, they've been inside for so long even someone like you will look good to- Ngah!". One of the guards had hit him with his baton. "Next jolt goes into your balls convict!", came the harsh reprimand. Now sit still and shut up!"

 

[Floris2123]

Jacob had been arrested out of an ambush and brought to France. Off all the countries to die in he would die in France? He didn't even like wine and neither did he like the country. He looked pissed off at the guards. He could slip out of these cuffs by breaking his own thumbs. It would hurt like hell but it wouldn't be the first time. After breaking them he would grab one guard between his legs and break is neck and electrify the other. He only needed to wait for the perfect moment to take them down. He looked at Oliver with an worried look. He hadn't told a word so how could they have find the hideout? Probably an traitor well he would deal with him later. and with some luck Oliver would order him to take care of it personally. The man started speaking French.

Jacob had no idea what he was saying so he just looked angry at the man. Then an ear piece was inserted into his ear making him able to understand the man. Something he did not enjoy, he would have preferred not being able to listen to him talking. They were all forced to take place in the prison bus after the little speech of the man. He ignored the other inmates that began talking to each other. If everything went wrong he would be executed so taking time to now that was useless. Jacob looked at Oliver who he pushed forward into the right direction, Oliver seemed pretty zoned out which meant he was using his implant. Jacob was worried about him and when they sat down he whispered. "Oliver are you okay?" He looked at his friend. He then looked back to the guards with an very angry look. He would enjoy breaking the necks off all these worthless militia. He might even toast one just for fun. this thought brought an smile to his face, as he grabbed his thumb with his other hand in a non threatening way. He remembered the pain he had felt when he broke it last time. But it would easily be worth his and Olivers freedom. He looked at the other prisoners as he saw an face that looked familiar. I have seen her before but where? He pondered over this question for a few second before looking back to the nearest guard. I will worry about that later for now I need to focus. Besides thinking has never been my strong suit.

 

[Hansinkdu]

Edmond did not know much about prison, even more so the one he was heading to. For a second he felt honored that the prime minister himself singled him out to attend a special incarceration, but for the guard to pronounce him and his fellow inmates lives worthless stirred something dark inside him. This fiery feeling coursing through his veins was so alien to him he hadn't the slightest idea how to react. Doing what he does in times of uncertainty, he dons a smile and continues towards the bus. So many intriguing characters have already climbed aboard. "Such a fascinating sight", he thought he ought not to miss, he found himself gazing in the aisle motionless for too long as more gentlemen behind began to usher him forward. A seat near the back would provide him a perfect view of his fellow inmates, with a such a cast of individuals he surely would be entertained for the duration of the trip. If only he could get his lab coat back, his attire was nowhere near as comforting.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Fuck! Was Oliver's first thought when it happened. Somone must of betrayed him, he knew it wasn't Jacob once he had listened into his interrogation while trying to pin-point where he was. Audio was getting out fine but something was blocking the tracker. He was glad that they hadn't taken his tech from him. That would've been trouble, his arm was linked to his spinal chord so if they had removed that his nervous system would've shut down and without his eyes he would've been blind. Luckily they hadn't realised they true purpose of his modifications and had left them completely operational. So much for black-market tech being unreliable. He unconnected himself from the net just in case.

Just before they had taken him Oliver he had finished downloading the last week of surveillance footage. He was going through it now. Hopefully no-one would suspect him, he knew when he used his implant he looked despondent and zoned out. Just like he needed to look like now, a prisoner who had lost all hope of escape. He felt someone push him in the right direction of the bus, he assumed it was Jacob, he hoped it was Jacob. He wasn't a fighter and the others were. Killers as well he suspected, and he hadn't killed anyone, technically...

He heard Jacob whisper to him and the echo that followed through his communicator. Snapping out of the trance he said "I'm alright Jacob, when you don't fight back the cops don't hurt you" And smiled nervously.

 

[7moreDead_v1legacy]

"Hey, are we going to Disney land? It is my Birthday tomorrow after all!" Abigail said too no one in particular beaming out an over enthusiastic grin.

"Taire et monter dans le bus." Came the reply from the nearest guard...

"Well that's new, they shouldn't make sense." She mused, rubbing her left ear on her shoulder. Whatever they had crammed in there was already doing her head in.

Pretty much getting shoved up the last step of the bus Abi figured it was somewhat a relief to get out of the rain. Her hair was a bedraggled mess, strands of it constantly sticking too her face no matter how hard she tried to shake them free.

Shuffling forwards she waved (as best as the cuffs would allow) accompanied with a smile, that hopefully looked more friendly than nervous and said "Hi", "Hey" or a curt nod to whoever she passed, taking in the faces and mods of her fellow 'tourists'.

Towards the back of the bus but not as far back as where the cool kids sit her shadow of a guard pushed her too her allocated seat, turned around and promptly strode of the way he had came.

Trying to get comfortable but failing no matter how she adjusted herself, she let out a sigh.

"I guess there is no in flight movie either is there?" Again said too no one in particular, looking at these people it appeared to her that she had somehow gotten into something way over her head.

Spoiler: OOC

Hope that was a good first post! Would of posted earlier but I had popped out. Also I do hope my Disney land comment isn't going to mess with the um, er canon xD

 

[WhyBotherToTry]

"Yeah there's a thrilling new epic that'll be shown on the way. It's called the back of that guy's seat". The temptation to answer the redhead's quip was almost irresistible, but Calvin's guard was giving him funny looks and he didn't fancy another lick of that stun baton. Taking care not to stare, (another fight didn't seem so attractive now), he took another look around at some of the new arrivals, which included two men who seemed to know one another and a guy with dreadlocks who got a seat at the back of the bus. He looked out the window at the rain lashing against the glass (covered in chicken wire, naturally, lest some enterprising individual make a bid for freedom) and felt an odd sense of impatience. He wondered if the others felt the same, and wondered why he was feeling it in the first place, it wasn't like they were going anywhere. He swiftly buried the thoughts and looked out of the window again, trying to keep his mind blank.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Spoiler: Prologue: Please Read

(Prologue - End of the Road - England)

It was a rained soaked evening in some corner of southwest England; the target was a small gang that had taken over an industrial complex, and was causing disruptions for a trading route that followed a path that was nearby. The overall payment at the end was going to be substantial, enough that Caspian could live well for a while. He had just finished the job, and was making his way out; when the car park he was walking in began to light up. Suddenly a loud voice spoke over what could be described as a megaphone.

"Caspian Garret! This is the militia! Put down your weapons and surrender yourself!" The order was then followed by Caspian being surrounded by militamen. Caspian glared at his opponents, part of him thinking that he could easily take all these guys down and make a quick escape; but after examining his gun and other equipment, he realised that escape would be difficult. Thinking that surrender would be the smarter move, he knelt down and placed all his weapons on the floor, and put his arms into surrender position. A militiaman smirked as he gathered up the equipment then spoke to Caspian.

"Hmph, smart move Caspian; surprising for someone like you, but smart nonetheless."
"Well, I figured that playing nice with you guys might make things a little simpler for me."
"True, but seeing what your capable of, easier is sometimes the difficult option; kind of ironic in a manner of speaking."
"Quite. Very well then, get it over with."
"Your the boss."

The militiaman then jabbed a stun baton into the back of Caspian's neck, causing him to fall to the ground quickly; and despite his tolerance, he soon fell unconscious.

(Chapter One "Welcome To The Syndicate" - Prison Bus - France)

Caspian quietly walked on the bus without much persausion from the guards after someother person made a speech about were they was going; which they could all understood thanks in part to a device that was inserted into the right ear. Despite being partial fluent in french due to the carnival, he couldn't understand much of the langauge.

He was quietly observing each of his fellow passengers, making mental notes about each of them. They all had their quirks; two that were sitting next to each other and talking must of been at least friends, possibly partners in crime. One of the other men had the look and determination of a former police officer. The albino woman looked a little cute, but appeared to be in pain, and with his hands tied, there wasn't much that Caspian could do.

Caspian soon made his way to the assigned seat, across from a red headed woman, who looked to have a rather bubly personality. A sigh soon came from her.

"I guess there is no in flight movie either is there?"

"Afraid not miss. Guess you'll have to put up with drab scenery, and your fellow passengers for entertainment." Caspian remarked, trying to not sound disheartening. He soon switched to a more friendly tone.

"So, what is a pretty woman like you in for?"

Spoiler: OOC

Whoo, first post is done.
What are people's thoughts on it, especially the prologue?
Also, will we be getting our equipment back come the escape?

 

[Tiger Sora]

Another crack of thunder tore through the blanket of darkness and water droplets. "Descendez l'écume". The weapon the guard brandished in front of Calcifer's nose jumped out of the ethereal with a bold of lightning. It wasn't a comfort to know this frog throat was going to hold it so close.

"Your the man with the gun". Calcifer somehow already in the position not to refuse seemed persuaded to follow afew inches closer to the orders. It felt a long way down from the vehicle, but he stuck the landing. Quite impressive since they decided to chain up his legs too. The guards gun prodded him in the back to move towards the buses, no need to word anything else when the obvious is there. A shuffling pace was the only gear allowed in order to move along. It took a minute to reach the bus. The guard was clearly irritated now. A nice swift kick in the ass just about put Calcifer's face into the bus' steps. The chains left just enough room to take the steps up, a good number of the other prisoners were all tucked away in their seats. Stares at the six foot figure were... there. Calcifer trotted to an open seat in the middle of the bus. A nice slapping sound of water resounded past the other noises when he hit the seat.

Prison, nest stop. To bad it was the last one this bus went to. The family would get him out one way or another, a few weeks wouldn't be so bad.

 

[Ganath]

As the bus filled up, things got a little more noisy than Stefan would've ever expected. Most of the criminals had shuffled to the back of the bus and they were rather out of sight for him. Nonetheless, he never expected a bunch of condemned people to be this chatty and cheerful, especially that fiery headed girl which had walked in not so long ago. He was pretty sure he had heard her ask if they were going to Disneyland, though it had been hard to hear the conversation through the pouring rain. Part of him wanted to be like that. It would've been nice to just melt your worries away. Maybe such an attitude was a good step towards that. He began to stare more often at the passing criminals, letting his thoughts get replaced. It was tiring to think about the false charges put against him and he didn't need to feel more bitter than he already did.

Besides, he needed something to make him think away from the uncomfortable wet clothes and the pain in his right ear. As if fortune smiled on him, his cuffs weren't too tight though. Small fortunes went a long way he supposed almost wanting to laugh at the slight happiness that brought him. Rather pathetic as it was, he shook his head and continued to observe. He noticed he wasn't alone in his reflections. It wasn't hard to notice the subtle intake of surroundings the others made. But he had made himself fairly unremarkable and that was good. He doubted he'd get into any particular problems.

Almberg was looking over his shoulder near constantly, not really twisting his neck too much, but enough to catch glimpse of several of his fellow in mates. There was a man who not only had his hands cuffed but also his legs were chained. Perhaps he was some genetically modified acrobat, he thought for a moment. His gaze continued onward, resting on the red headed girl. He wasn't sure what her crime was, finding himself at a loss. But he had met criminals who appeared to be everything but criminals before and he didn't let it throw him off. Next to the fiery girl was a tall lean looking man whom he couldn't quite place either. It wasn't hard to observe the giant of a man who had to be at least more than half a feet taller than Stefan himself. He was sitting next to someone who Almberg didn't have quite clear vision to but he could've sworn he was heavily tech modified. Stefan himself found that a bit repulsive, but he quelled the thought.

His gaze found the albino woman again, taking in that she looked somewhat calmer than before. He didn't stare at her for long. He felt no need to ruin her mood again. He stared at the man who had spoken sarcastically, he was far less chatty again. The stun baton must've done a number on him. There was another man whom he couldn't quite place. He had brown hair and something about the man phased him. He just knew that the man was a criminal. He looked like a lot of the filth he had put away in jail himself. The idea that we was going to live with this kind of people suddenly struck him really hard, and he frowned, returning to his previous position, resting his cheek against the glass. What a hellish life was awaiting him.

 

[Yokillernick]

Byron looked as his cuffs. Not too tight. I could remove them easily if I got behind a guard for only a couple of seconds. However he knew that any movement he did was probably watched by the armed guards posted all over the bus. What he needed was a distraction, something that will make all of the guards distracted for a second so he could get the keys and free himself.

Hmm, I'll need an accomplice for this to work. The chatty man at the bag doesn't seem to eager for a shock baton to he balls, so I guess his out. The albino woman seems to have anger management issues but she could also start a big enough argument which could distract the guards, but she is too far away.

Byron went through each inmate in turn trying to assess their usefulness in his upcoming plan but there was someone who he hadn't noticed. The man in front of him kept taking backward glances at everyone, especially the albino woman. But his last look was at him. The man in front of Byron took only one look at him and turned away with disgust on his face.

This man is perfect. If I could start an argument with him I could have the guards distracted enough to attempt something. This shouldn't be too hard as it seems that he already hates me.

"Something I can help you with ?" Byron finally said looking at Almberg. "To be honest with you, you don't look like a criminal to me so what are ex-police?"

 

[Ganath]

Shit, was his first thought. This wasn't what he had wanted. So much for a peaceful trip to prison. Scenarios ran through his head, but quite frankly, stuck on a prison bus with a bunch of criminals, Stefan was completely clueless. He turned his head slowly, putting on a neutral face not quite realizing the man had already seen him looking at him with disdain. He thought about what he could potentially say. He should lie. The last thing he needed was for everyone to know that he had been a police officer, much less that he was actually innocent. That would make for a very short stay in prison, he thought.

"Huh..?" He managed to blurt out slowly. Almberg had a rather persistent Swedish accent to his English, that much was obvious. He tried to focus, but in truth, Stefan was a horrible liar. What he needed was a half truth. It struck him that he really didn't look like these people. It was as if they were a class of their own, where he had lived an orderly and structured life before his many visits to court.

"No, no.. not really. I was merely observing. I.. used to be a police officer."

What an arbitrary statement, still, it was honest. He didn't have to tell the sod that he was innocent. He would probably presume he wasn't anyway. Besides, even if he blurted it out, who would believe him? These people probably had any sense of innocence taken from them a long time ago. He managed a half arsed smile at the man. Realizing that this was the first attempt at any conversation he's had that didn't involve his case lately. It wasn't quite what he expected.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Oliver decided to take a closer look at the people on the bus, he thought he may as well find out who he would be playing 'happy families' with. No one really caught his attention except for a young albino woman with a robotic arm, which on closer inspection was just a slandered piece of tech, nothing all that special but interesting. And the guy in the front who was looking at him. Running his face through an facial recognition program he found out he was an ex-cop charged with rape. Oliver thought it was a bit odd, a lot of the people on the bus looked like they had been in this 'business' for a while, but being picked out by Black for rape? He decided to look into it further.

Quietly hacking into the governments networks, making sure he left no trace of him being there he found the files he was looking for. There had been various accusations of rape and some flimsy evidence, but besides that his record was clean. He wondered why an up and coming member of the police force would suddenly start raping women, there were no signs that this might happen, no complaints of police brutality, no sexual harassment, so why? The open and shut nature of his trail also bothered him, Black wanted him put away quickly. He had probably seen or heard something he shouldn't have.

Oliver saw that Jacob was going to break his thumbs to try and escape, "Jacob I know what your about to do, don't. There are too many guards and you might end up in worse trouble then you already are" He whispered and motioned to the ex-cop in front of them, "He's an ex-cop, when we get to wherever we're going I want you to find out what he knows."

 

[Floris2123]

Jacob looked around the buss once more looking at each of them trying too guess what kind of crimes they committed. Most of them looked like murders but none of them looked ordinary they all looked like they had seen their fare share of crime and got away with it. Guess I should be horned that I am among the more special criminals. This though made Jacob smile. He then looked back up, he looked at the albino woman he remembered her. Her name was Snow or at least that was what she called herself. It was good to see her again even if it was under these circumstances. Jacob heard Oliver whisper something to him.

"Jacob I know what your about to do, don't. There are too many guards and you might end up in worse trouble then you already are." Jacob had to admit that he was right the change of success was slim. Oliver motioned to the person in front of them. "He's an ex-cop, when we get to wherever we're going I want you to find out what he knows." Jacob looked at Oliver and whispered. "I am on it boss. Though I will start now." He released his thumb he wasn't unhappy to hear that he wasn't allowed to break it. He was unhappy however that he couldn't take down the guards now. He coughed and then looked at the man. "So you were an cop?" He looked at the man front of him. "I used to be an cop myself I was an detective for the homicide department in New York. I worked there for 5 years before being kicked out. So what were you arrested for? You don't look like the dirty cop kind to me." He looked curious at the man hoping that he would talk. He had seen this trick used by Oliver once. Lowering the persons guard by showing you have something in common. He wasn't much of an talker himself but he had learned a few tricks from Oliver. Even if Oliver himself never knew he learned him.

 

[Ganath]

Stefan's attention had to snap from Byron for a moment. Noticing that the big guy was also talking to him. That wasn't good. Why don't you speak louder you walking slab of muscle, he thought to himself. Still, he detected no hint of lies in the man's words and several interrogations had made him good at that, he was willing to believe that the big man had been part of some police force, once in his life. The man's physical presence was imposing, but he didn't really seem like the thinking type. He looked more akin to a brute to Almberg if anything. While the man most probably didn't lie, Stefan did not exclude the fact that he was most likely a criminal. He had to be cautious, for a change, maybe he could get away with lying. At least to this man. Not that anyone overhearing the conversation might fall for it.

"Yeah. I was. Sadly, I believe my victims stopped fearing me, because they decided to press charges. With an intricate web like that broken, I'm afraid I couldn't really get away. It was rape, no less. I'm charged for rape. Guess I must've.. uh. Raped the wrong person, given the fact that it put me here."

Step it up Stefan he thought to himself. He had smiled lightly when he was speaking, but he felt sick to his stomach in reality. His choice of words was not very convincing, but it wasn't as if a brute would catch on all that easily. At least he hoped it wasn't. With some luck, maybe his pathetic story would convince the brown haired man as well. In reality, the charges that were pressed against Stefan had been for 7 separate accounts. None of the women officially knew each other, the accounts spanned 2 years. Somehow, whoever put him in this place had also planted "evidence" to make it convincing. It took a lot of nerve and power to pull that off. The sad part is, Stefan still didn't know who had framed him for such vile actions. It really bothered him. But he wasn't bad at piecing the puzzle together and he began to suspect that this Mr. Black was somehow involved, which was hard to believe because he had only heard good things about the man. It didn't make sense.

Spoiler: OOC

Added some information about the charges pressed against Stefan, as to give Oliver some context to work with. Feel free to ask more if it's neccessary.

 

[7moreDead_v1legacy]

"Afraid not miss. Guess you'll have to put up with drab scenery, and your fellow passengers for entertainment." Caspian remarked, trying to not sound disheartening. He soon switched to a more friendly tone.

"So, what is a pretty thing like you in for?"

"Well that's a shame, this could possibly become the dullest road trip ever!" Her tone was full of jest, using her cuffed hands to push back the dripping strands of hair behind her ears as best as she could.

This guy was one of the better looking passengers on this bus and didn't seem to be as dumb as the seat he was sitting on.

She noticed the guy right at the front's eyes lingering on her for a bit and returned the look with a smile.

"Me, well I am on here for...Well I guess my connections? I do the odd job here and there for whoever needs me." She gave a quick shrug of the shoulders. "I was driving for some gang back home when I got picked up, no idea what they we're doing I just asked 'How much, where and when'."

Abigail paused too collect her thoughts, the odd word from the front of bus was drifting to the back. The words "Ex-cop" and "Rape" caught her attention, one filling her with curiosity and the other with disgust.

"I am such a good girl too! Heh, enough about me what about yourself?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"Yeah. I was. Sadly, I believe my victims stopped fearing me, because they decided to press charges. With an intricate web like that broken, I'm afraid I couldn't really get away. It was rape, no less. I'm charged for rape. Guess I must've.. uh. Raped the wrong person, given the fact that it put me here."

Oliver overheard the ex-cops badly thought out lies and chuckled. Leaning forward he took off his protective goggles to reveal his mechanised eyes he said in an amiable tone. "Mr Almberg may I call you Stefan? Please don't lie to me, or to my associate. Let's just say I know everything..." He paused for a moment to find the right word, "Pertinent about your situation. What I would like to know is why Mr. Black singled you out?"

Spoiler: OOC

This is what his eyes look like except the green bits are red. Also where the sclera would be it's been left transparent exposing the mechanism within.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Well that's a shame, this could possibly become the dullest road trip ever!" The red headed woman's tone was full of jest and humour, using her cuffed hands to push back the dripping strands of hair behind her ears as best as she could. Caspian smiled at the remark, finding the light hearted nature of this woman to be uplifting on an occasion such as this. She then responded to his question.

"Me, well I am on here for...Well I guess my connections? I do the odd job here and there for whoever needs me." She gave a quick shrug of the shoulders. "I was driving for some gang back home when I got picked up, no idea what they we're doing I just asked 'How much, where and when'." The woman then seemed to pause for a moment, collecting her thoughts as she looked around the bus, focusing on the conversation that was happening ahead.

"I am such a good girl too! Heh, enough about me what about yourself?" The woman then asked Caspian, to which he first responded by pulling his ponytail through his hands, trying to get some of the water out; all the while thinking up a response.

"So, your a mercenary of sorts then? Interesting, as for me; well most, if not all I'm in for, is connected to the work I did as a mercenary. Murder of some high class individuals, theft, property damage; all adds up in the end." Caspian responded first with a curious tone, intersted to learn more about her, but then switched to a more non-chalant voice, ending in a brief sigh.

"I was even hired by someone who is connected to our current predicament, but I declined; for reasons I would like to keep to myself. Maybe thats what also put me on the radar. Anyway, my name is Caspian. I would offer you a hand, but as you can see, I'm a little tied up at the moment." He then remarked showing his handcuffs to the woman; then finished off with a slight chuckle.