A meeting at the docks.

[Rurik Sokol]

Darkness was all he saw, ticking was all he heard, the smell of ozone was in the air and he felt a throbbing in the back of his head. He laid in the bed silently, all he had on was his boxer briefs and the blanket up to his rib cage. Opening his eyes slowly he took in the lights and sights before him. A small blue light going off every now and then only a foot away from him on the bed. He had received a message on his phone in the night as he slept. He didn't really care who it was from, it could wait.

The pain in the back of his head slowly got more annoying as he stayed still. He didn't want to get up or do any thing about it, he only wanted to sleep yet his body wouldn't let him. Sighing heavily he slowly started moving his arms to push his self up. Sliding his legs off the bed he sat up and looked out the window at the darkness he leaned forward and could just barely see light in the sky. He assumed it was probably only four in the morning, grabbing his phone off the bed without looking he pressed the button on the side. 4:16 Am. Sighing once again he put the phone in sleep mode and dropped it onto the bed.

Closing his eyes and reaching up he rubbed his face as he groaned. Leaning forward he stood up slowly and started making his way around the bedroom, into the living room and into his kitchen. Grabbing a glass he took it and turned on the tap, filling the glass partially he quickly took a sip of it before turning off the water and setting the glass down. He needed to get dressed and ready for the day. He had to pick up his shipment at the docks. He had waited a month for this and he wasn't going to let it slip away, not as close as he is to finding a stable power source that lasts longer then 3 hours.

Quickly walking to the bedroom he slipped on pants, socks, a shirt, his boots and finally his jacket. Wrapping his scarf around his neck and tucking it in the jacket he grabbed his keys, pistol, taser, baton and walked outside. A large pickup truck sat silently in his driveway with the morning dew covering it. Walking up to it he unlocked it and got inside, closing the door he put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roaring as it came to life he quickly drove out of the driveway and headed down the road to the highway. The trip to the docks was only 30 minutes in bad traffic so this early it was a quick.

Pulling up to the docks he drove around slowly until he found the dock he was supposed to pick up his cargo at. Pulling up he parked it and looked at the time. 10 minutes until they were supposed to get it down in his truck bed. He remembered a arrangement with a woman to buy equipment from him.

Sighing heavily he closed his eyes and shook his head. He had forgotten the equipment at his house. "Oh well she'll have to come to my place if she wants it." he said out loud as he reclined the seat in his truck back and closed his eyes to rest while he waits. A million thoughts were running through his mind he tried to silence them as he wanted only to get rest.

[Rennia Trayvold]

At least he's punctual... A dark clad woman thought as she gazed down upon her perch several storage containers high. She had climbed up some time earlier, waiting for the arranged contact that was supposed to be showing up. The details were vague, but then they were always vague in this line of work. Questions were bad. Questions that got answered were even worse.

She was glad that the arrangement could have been made on such short notice. She had heard he lived in Seatle and was somewhat surprised her return trip had taken her in that direction. Recently she'd taken a couple jobs over in Asia. Those jobs had required her to take along several pieces of equipment that would have been difficult to take with her all the time without some form of transportation. There was no way in hell she was going to rent an Asian vehicle, and there were obvious reasons why a Taxi would never have worked. That meant she needed to take a vehicle from the States...

One word came to mind. Expensive. Thankfully for her, she didn't have to pay for it, but customs and shipping on an entire vehicle... which had to go through multiple inspections, cost a fortune. Then there's the fact it had to be a vehicle that would be approved over there and work for her needs. That meant one thing. They needed a somewhat modern SUV or Pickup. What she'd ended up with was an early 2000s model Chevy Suburban. She sided against having it painted black. The tinted out windows and Stateside government issue license plate was already liable to draw enough attention. So instead it was painted... blue. Why? Well that's because it could have passed off as a military fleet vehicle. The American Navy was constantly over in Japan so no one would really think much of it.

Taking a Vehicle however meant she would have either needed to take a military C-130 or larger cargo plane... Which she had on the way out... Or a boat. Unfortunately they weren't willing to pay for the return trip, and no Navy vessels were leaving port on a timely manner. That left her with civilian cargo vessels. Hers had come in several hours earlier and left her to wait for the contact who they only managed to contact only shortly before the ship came to port.

The woman pushed herself off of her perch, which was just above and to the side of a light post, making it worse than total darkness as the contrasting light and darkness made it near impossible to make anything out. She dropped down from the top container onto one below it, and walked around back, jumping down the stack from behind. As a result she would walk around the side of the container stack, between it and a similar one to her other side, in that characteristic cliche where you see someone walking into the light from total darkness. Thankfully she kept going as she advanced on the vehicle, making her way over to it until she came up to the closest side window. She would stop a few feet from it and gaze into the vehicle, waiting for it's occupant.

[Rurik Sokol]

His mind was silent, finally. Although the silence is all he asks for every now and then, its to quiet. Hes not used to the silence, his mind quickly woke up as it was filled with his clustered thoughts. Opening his eyes he sighed once again. The small nap was nice, although he never did like waking up. Reaching down he pulled the lever and leaned forward as the seat followed him.

Sitting up he grabbed his phone and looked around him, he saw a woman clad in a dark cloak in the mirror. The hood was up he could barely make out her face, underneath it he could barely make out what looked like to be a coat of some sort. Slipping his phone into his coat pocket he moved his hand a little pressing the button to roll down the window he looked out it at her and said. "Morning, doors unlocked if you want to get in. My cargo should be ready in.." Glancing at the trucks clock he looked back at her and continued to speak. "3 minutes or so then we will be on the way. Names Rurik by the way."

Losing his self in thought while looking at her it would look as if he was just staring through her. When really he was lost in thought thinking of what hes going to do with his cargo when he gets it to his place. Realizing he was lost in thought he tried to think of how long he had been thinking for. Quickly blinking a few times he looked back at her and reached up to scratch his stubble on his jaw bone.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The woman gazed at the man for a moment and blinked, but gave a slow nod after a moment. She wasn't keen on getting into vehicles with people she only knew by hearing about their work, especially with what she had heard... but she didn't seem to have much of a choice. The woman thus gave a soft sigh and made her way around the vehicle to the other side. There she opened the door and stopped to pull the large duffel bag from her back and hopped in, pulling the bag onto her lap as she settled in.

"I see. Very well, Mister Rurik, it seems I'll be going with you then. The name's Wolf, though I don't expect you to believe that." She closed the door and seemed to peer out the side mirror for a few seconds as she spoke the last line. With her rifle and bow both disassembled to at least some degree, she was left with limited options if anything happened. There was of course the .45 at her side, but that would do little to stop anyone she would likely encounter on this particular trip, if something went down. At least, not without her aiming for their head or any other unarmored part that is.

She reached back for the seat belt, assuming it still functioned properly. If it did, she'd strap herself in, reaching under her cloak to make sure the pistol was still easily accessible. Then she set her elbow against the passenger side window and rested her head against her hand as she gazed over in Rurik's general direction. Her eyes seemed to wander from item to item, taking in details both inside the truck and out. Mentally the woman was already plotting out plans of action. It was a force of habit for her whenever she was in these types of situations to plot out any and all situations she could think of. Being without a good escape route left you dead more often than not. She had been lucky to only make that mistake once, and that was many many years ago.

[Rurik Sokol]

He watched her, as she slowly walked around and got into the truck he looked at the bag on her lap. Hearing some of the equipment inside he nodded before looking in the rear view mirror. Seeing a crane start moving and lifting a large crate he smiled and looked back at her. Listening he nodded his head once and said. "The name Wolf is more then enough for me. No need to explain any thing. The crate is almost down so we will be going shortly." As he said that the truck jerked back and forth as the crate was set down in the bed.

Watching the hook release and the ropes falling onto the box he reached out the window and gave the men on the ship a thumbs up and a wave. Starting the truck he quickly put it into drive and headed out of the docks. Nodding to the men at the gate again he watched them nod before he drove through and headed down the road. "Its about a 10 minute drive, want to tell me what you wish to purchase?"

He sped 20 mph over the speed limit on straight roads but kept it under control and as smooth as a professional driver. "I assume you brought the cash with you or are ready to wire the money?" He said as he looked back and forth between her and the road. "I can acquire nearly any thing you wish for. Some things will take me longer to acquire for you since I must make them. Any and all equipment you buy from me has a life time warranty, if any thing happens to it, get a hold of me. We will settle on a agreement of me coming to fix it or you coming to me, how ever you wish."

[Rennia Trayvold]

The woman shifted her gaze slightly to the left, gazing out the rear view mirror as the crate was dropped into place. Then her attention turned forward. She said nothing in reply to his first two statements, not feeling a need to say anything further about that. "well I might as well do it all at once instead of hitting up my other contacts, so for starters I'm going to need a standard M14, preferably with a polycarbonate stock. It needs a suppressor, a three to twelve ex fifty (3-12x50) hunting scope, a front grip, and an adjustable sling. I also need a Mateba in four fifty four Casull."

She gave a slight pause before continuing on. "I also need a new scope. Mine's getting somewhat dated, so I could stand a new one. Something a bit better than a sixteen ex preferably. I also would like a pair of laser designators, as well as three aerial recon drones. I could also use a four sixteen barrel for my Em one oh seven. Lastly... I'm interested in obtaining an xm307 and it's accompanying fifty cal parts."

She paused for a moment as she mentally ran over the list, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. After a minute she gave a nod. "That should be it... for now." Afterwards she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small case. "I believe this will have everything you need." She held it up for him to see before sliding it back under her cloak and back into her pocket. "Who's life... yours or mine?" She gave a soft chuckle before looking back ahead. "Be careful what you offer Mister Rurik, I might start calling you overseas to fix any problems... not that I foresee any. Least I hope not..."

[Rurik Sokol]

Listening he kept his eyes on the road and nodded. He thought to his self. "I'm not sure why i'm surprised she wants all this equipment from what iv read about her." Looking over when she mentioned the xm307 he raised a eyebrow and thought of where to get one. The rest he had but that was going to be a little odd to acquire.

Before he knew it he was at his drive way, he honestly couldn't remember driving all that distance he was lost in thought to much. Pulling up to the large house the garage door slowly opened up it slowly. Backing up he parked the truck in front of the garage. Opening the door he got out and closed the door. Looking back in the window and saying to her. "Were here, I just need to unload this and we can get you settled with the equipment you asked for."

Walking into the garage he turned on the lights, the bright lights flickered on and revealed the large garage filled with robots, half finished, in pieces, only one was fully complete. A loader bot he built a long time ago. Walking up to it he powered it on, the blue light in the front of it acted as a eye and lighted up. A thick heavy cord was plugged into the back of it as a power source. Walking over to the garage he opened the gate and spoke out to the bot. "Loader, set this crate down on the garage floor out of the way."

The robot took a second before starting to move it made its way over and picked up the crate with ease, turning around it set down the crate and turned to face Rurik as he spoke to the bot once again. "Thank you loader, shut down." The robot quietly walked over to the corner where there was a large metal platform, standing on it the blue light dissipated as it shut down.

Walking over to the crate he put his palm on it before looking over and speaking to her. "He need some upgrades, hopefully whats in this crate will allow me to create a stable power source. Its all im missing. Any ways, shall we go get your equipment?"

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia wondered inwardly if she was forgetting something. The list seemed rather light. It always seemed rather light. One could never have enough options to complete a job. As for the XM307... Well she had a use for that as well. She was already planning her next big gig, and it would require the use of a lot of firepower... if it was to go anywhere near according to plan, which it likely wasn't going to anyway, but being prepared increased the odds.

She had gotten lost in thought herself, even to the point where she just then realized they were there when he made the comment. Then she shook her head to clear it and gave a nod. She undid her seat belt and opened the door. She then took the bag in hand and hopped out, slinging that duffel back over her shoulder. She paused as the lights came on and she got a good look at all the robotic equipment in the garage. She perked both brows, but said nothing as she carefully followed along, effortlessly avoiding getting in the way of the loader droid as she settled off to the side, waiting for it to finish. Her eyes followed it as it made it's journey, analyzing movement and construction.

"Impressive machine you have there. I take it you built it yourself?" She asked as she gazed around at the half-finished machines. "I can't say I've built anything that fancy. I just do cars and trucks and stuff...." Finally she turned her attention to him as he mentioned the equipment. "Fine by me..."

[Rurik Sokol]

Nodding to her he walked towards the door, opening it he spoke as he walked across the hall and down the stairs to the basement. "Now for the important part." The lights flickered on one at a time as he walked under them until he got to the bottom of the stairs. All the lights turning on showed a large cement almost bunker like room. Filled with gun parts and equipment. "I haven't been down here in ages.. I don't deal in guns mostly. My forte is robotics."

Opening the large metal cabinet he pulled out a M14 with a poly carbonate stock, suppressor, 3-12x50 hunting scope and a sling. Setting them on the table one at a time he quickly also opened the next cabinet, pulling out a Mateba 454 Casull and setting it next to the M14. Closing pistol cabinet he walked back to the rifle one and thought for a second before opening a drawer and pulling out a box. Setting it on the table he said. "Is 80x acceptable for you?" Walking back over he opened a drawer and pulled out a 416 barrel for her m107. Setting it on the table he closed the drawers and cabinets.

Walking over to the next cabinet he opened it and pulled out a pair of laser designators. Setting them on the table he cracked his neck and sighed heavily. "You are vague on the Ariel Recon Drones.. What size are you looking for?" He looked at her as he leaned against the table on his elbows.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia followed him along as he made his way into the basement. Her eyes flicked around the room, instantly identifying various weapons as they came into view. "So I noticed from upstairs. How's your programming skills? I might have use for software at some point... maybe even hardware. I generally avoid computers for my job though. No offense but people like you make me leery of trusting them to remain safe. I'm not computer illiterate by any means but...."

The woman's attention fell onto the objects as they were set onto the table. The analytical gaze looked over visually, and unless he stopped her, she would grab up the two firearms and perform a check of their inner workings by pulling the bolt back on the M14, gazing inside the chamber, and performing a single dry fire. The satisfying click told her it was functional. Afterward she did the same to the Mateba, checking to make sure it was clear before pulling the hammer back for a single test.

She gave a satisfied nod before turning her gaze to him at the question. "uh... yeah.. That should be good." She was slightly surprised they'd gotten that far by now. Her scope was still damn good, but it was dated a good twenty years by now. with an 80x zoom, she could scarcely imagine what her physically superior eye could pick up on. The level of magnification was insane. Like before, unless he made to stop her, she would pull the box over towards her and gently open it to look at the device within. Both crimson brows shot up as she looked over the impressive magnification instrument.

She pulled her hood down before gently reaching to pick the scope up, attempting to look over the various details of it before setting it back into the box carefully and closing it back up. She would do much the same for the .416 barrel, though she focused on it to the extent that she only stopped when she heard him speak again.

She looked over her shoulder at him as he asked the question, and gave a tilt of her head as she pondered how to answer it. "Preferably man portable, but I would like as much equipment packed onto them as possible, maybe even an M249 if you could manage too... A light machine gun wouldn't hurt.. but they're mostly for advanced recon more than fighting. The standard thermals, night vision, mics... Maybe even laser designators in those too. Something with automatic flight paths would be nice too. Hard to steer three things at once. You're welcome to suggest anything else you think would fit..." After that she'd look back forward and gently place the barrel back down onto the table.

She paused for a moment and looked over at the man again before looking back forward as if pondering something. "From what I read you've quite the impressive history. Good with computers... good with robots...I have a project I've been interested in that you might be able to help with...."

[Rurik Sokol]

Reaching down under the table he pulled out a large duffle bad. Setting it on the table for her he walked over to the chair, sitting down he thought for a second before remembering she had asked him questions. "Oh right, yes I did build the machines if you couldn't of guessed. I'm one of the best with computers and it depends on this project, risk, reward, yada yada. Tell me after. The rest of the supplies you want I need to go order."

Standing up he helped pack the gear slowly, placing the items in it neatly and orderly he zipped it up as he pushed it over to her. "Bring it with."He said as he pulled out his phone, typing real quick he sent the message and put his phone away. Looking at her he spoke. "I can get you the gear but we will have to take a small drive."

Turning he started walking up stairs, unbuttoning his jacket he slipped it off along with the scarf. Laying them over his arm. Adjusting his long sleeve shirt he yawned and cracked his neck once again. "You hungry? Thirsty?" He asked as he got to the top of the stairs. Walking over to the kitchen he laid the jacket on the chair.

Picking up the bottle of water he took a sip before closing it and grabbing his laptop. Walking into the garage he set the laptop on the table and spoke out to her. "While I wait for a reply of if they have the things you asked for, I need to get this out of its crate. You can do as you please while you wait."

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia perked a brow as he finally answered the earlier questions but said nothing of it. She made to ask another question, but stopped as he cut off that line of discussion and simply gave a shrug then.

Between the two of them they would make short work packing that duffel bag, and, despite the one already hanging off her frame, she was able to easily hoist the second one over her other shoulder. Between the two bags, she had to easily have a good seventy or more pounds of gear, but she carried it without any form of protest. She followed behind him as he made his way up the stairs and out of the room. "I'm fine, thanks anyway." She followed him into the kitchen and back out towards the garage.

When they got in there she made her way into a corner, keeping herself out of the way. She nodded in reply to the man, letting him go about unloading the crate without protest. She on the other hand chose the simplest of activities to take up while she waited, and that was absolutely nothing. She simply stood there silently in the corner, watching him do whatever it was he needed to do to unload the crate. She was a person of patience after all, and would stand there for hours if she needed to.

[Rurik Sokol]

Picking up a crowbar on the table he walked over to the crate. Prying off the sidings he let them fall to the floor. Pushing the top off onto the floor he looked at the large metal container only slightly smaller then the crate was. Scratching his cheek he made a hmm noise before setting the crowbar down. Walking over he tapped on the metal and walked around it. Finding the door he looked at the small lock he laughed, grabbing a bolt cutter off of the table he quickly cut the lock off. Opening the door the smile that was on his face quickly vanished to a dead look before he said. "That fucker.."

At that moment a charge went off at thigh level, knocking him on the ground he hit his head knocking him unconscious. The crate shifted a little from the explosion. His legs were destroyed. The charge had completely torn apart his legs, his left leg was taken off, his right leg hanged on by a little bit of flesh.

Laying on the floor unconscious he was bleeding badly, his ribs were cracked and his hand was broken as well.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia idly watched him work that crate as she waited for him to do whatever it was he was going to do while waiting for that call. She gave a soft snort as she saw the smaller box inside the box. Is there a smaller box inside that one? She wondered as she watched him circle it. Then he gave a laugh at something and walked over to grab a pair of bolt cutters. She perked a brow at the laugh, though she let it fall back down as she heard the bolt cutters snapping through the lock. Obviously the case was locked, which made sense. Leaving it unlocked would allow for anyone to steal it's contents if they looked inside the crate.

Then came the man's cry of indignation. She was about to question it when the sudden explosion put her on alert. In an instant the woman had dropped the duffel bags onto the ground behind her. In a flash that Kimber was out and darting side to side as she gazed around. Her first instinct was to make sure it was clear. After a brief glance around, she quickly made her way over towards where the man had been deposited by the blast.

There was no delay in her actions. Shell shock was something she had become immune to after being exposed to it so many times. She gazed at him and knew what to do do in an instant. She turned back around and grabbed one of her duffel bags and hurried back over. Quickly she opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a smaller bag. The first thing she pulled out was a tourniquet. It didn't take her but the briefest of looks to see that a bandage wouldn't be covering this mess.

The daemoness had long since learned battlefield triage. During her time in combat she had grown used to patching people up, including herself when need be. Thankfully she didn't scar, so there was very little if anything anyone could find to tell that she had in fact probably had a cut just about everywhere on her body. It wasn't that she was clumsy, but after nearly half again a millennium, even the carefullest of individuals received an injury or two and she was no exception.

In quick order the daemoness had wrapped the tourniquet around the man's severed leg first and began tightening it down. She carefully tightened it until she was sure she had constricted the arteries and veins. Then she reached into the bag and pulled out another tourniquet and did the same with the other leg. Next she gazed around quickly for something she could put the man on. Her eyes came to rest on a piece of the crate. That would do. She ran over and grabbed the side of the crate and brought it over. Carefully she lifted the man and what remained of his almost severed leg onto that crate piece. Then taking care to keep the angle ever so slight, she would drag him along by the crate to a table she reckoned would be large enough to fit him.

She would carefully hoist the man onto the table using the crate and delicately slide it out from under him. Having carried the bag with her, she would dig into it again and pull out two things. A syrette and an IV bag. First thing she would do is find a vein in which to stick the syrette. Finding one, she'd jab the needle into it and depress the syrette. Instantly a strong dose of Morphine would flood into his veins. She would then quickly find a place to stick him with the needle for the IV bag before she held the bag up above him, letting it's contents drain into him as she figured out what she would do next.

In an instant, that thought clicked in her head. She reached into her bag once more with her free hand and withdrew what appeared to be a rather large needle and syringe. Assuming the man hadn't regained consciousness by now, she would pull the cap off the needle with her mouth and suddenly proceed to stab the man in the heart with that massive needle. In the next instant she would depress the plunger, driving a full shot of adrenaline to the man's heart before yanking that needle out and waiting for the man to react.

[Rurik Sokol]

The pain, the ringing. His couldn't hear, all he felt was pain in his lower body. Every thing was black. The pain went away and the ringing stopped. The silence, the peace. It was nice to him, he enjoyed it much more then the state he was in previously. It gave him time to think quietly to his self. Who would do this, why, was he dead? No.. Not dead.. he didn't get that pleasure just yet.

His mind was numb, he sat there in this black void for what felt like eternity. A feeling.. it was different from what he was sitting in, it was peaceful like a weight off his chest. He could feel it moving through his body. Staring at his arms he set them on his legs before looking out into the void.

As Rennia stabbed the needle into his heart the instant the adrenaline hit his heart he gasped for breath and reached out to grabbed onto any thing around him. His eyes were wide, the needle stuck in his chest still. He looked around, confused and disorientated he didn't remember what had just happened.

His eyes were blood shot, he was breathing heavy, his heart was racing and he pushed his self up. Looking down at his legs he stared at the stub and leg barely hanging on for a few seconds before holding his breath and letting the air out and saying. "Fuck!"

Looking over at the woman he stared at her with wide eyes before speaking. "I.. I need a knife, now!" Reaching out he opened and closed his hand a few times repeatedly as he looked back at his legs. What was left of them. His mind was racing. He needed to get rid of the leg that was barely on. Staring blankly at his decimated limbs he went blank for a few seconds. All that was going through his mind was that he needed legs, cybernetic or not he needed them.