He stared at the letter a moment. Contracts and all he figured the girl was just a money grubber. Awkward feelings eased themselves in for him and he decided to ask the question,

"Well...what do you plan to do then?"

I mean they knew, it wasn't like the council was gonna let her just decline them.

"I don't know...Probably nothing.." She murmured "I don't need Money and i don't want to wind up in the same mess i did a year ago.." thirteen let out a small sigh and leaned back closing her eyes "Though i know i should be helping people out there..and not for just money. Though im barely sustaining myself" she glanced over at her fridge which had a note from the landlord on it..

Axe listened to her and his jaw clenched. Killing of infidels IS noble and for anyone to think otherwise... he couldn't lose his cool. Not yet. It seems that this little hunter might be one of the hunted and he may end up doing her the service of sending her to meet his God if what he was hearing was true. "Death is noble as well as are those that meet it head on."

He made his way out of the kitchen and sat back down in the chair. He was suddenly very tense and sat on the very edge, leaned over as though he could spring in to action at any moment. "You cannot sit and do nothing. That is cowardly", he spat. He would never respect a coward. "What about these murders?"

"I will take care of them...don't you worry and calm down" Thirteen let out a small sigh "Things will be back to peace hopefully we cant live in this suffering for to long im not going to sit back but im not going to join a council if i do this it wont be by order"

"I'm no expert but I can think of three reasons you would want to accept this. Even as a rebel."

He raised his hand and closed it to a fist so that he could release his points. He lifted his index to the air and released,

"One. You need money. Money will be outward and offward, and from the look of that note and the grumbling of your stomach money is a requiem in your life."

He stuck up his second finger and sweeped it,

"Second is the fact that though you are working for the government you are still doing the same damn thing, one difference, greater safety due to the fact you will have government funded medical and backup."

Finally he set up his third finger. The middle one. And pointed to her,

"Finally. Though this part if I am part of it I will leave to you alone. The best way to shut down a building is from within. Trying to destroy it with a rocket from outside isn't as easy as setting up targets within. AKA, being that close will give you the oppurtunity of a lifetime against them."

Axe withdrew the letter from his pocket and silently re-read it. He thought long and hard about the implications of being involved with such as organization. He realized however that he was already a government dog. He was a cop, a ruthless and brutal cop, but a cop nonetheless. He could not say that he had been entirely trained by a government agency but they gladly picked up where is master had left off.

He stuffed it back in his pocket and rubbed his eyes, falling back in to the chair. "It says you are to meet them in the bar. I will escort you if you wish but I will not stay with you. I will watch from outside....somewhere. If things go wrong, well...that will be dealt with then. We could rendezvous back here after the meeting and you can fill us in. I have received no such letter. I am simply here on vacation and am not convinced I want to see them face to face just yet."

This was the out he'd been looking for. He could separate from them both and move about undetected. He had his ways. He was big but far from dumb.

"Me I think I will be a shadow for a little bit. Nothing like acting the civilian. But I will be nearby. So though you won't see me, I'll exist."

He thought around it. He could eliminate what he figured would be some headrunning government official. But he wanted to know more first. So he would just have to stay a silent grenadier.

"I'm assured we will see when you are finished and so I think we will know when it is over. Just take some time with them. Information is a greater weapon then most figure."

Thirteen thought over the plan then looked over at axe with suspicion then let out a small sigh "Very well then tomorrow we will all head to the bar...whether you sleep here or wherever it is you are staying is up to you but I am going to get my rest.

Axe nodded his head in agreement and stood up. "I will meet you here in the morning after I have had my breakfast and escort you back to the bar."

He opened the door, ducked down and exited. He ran quickly to a nearby alley and hopped up on time of one of the buildings. Dusk had arrived and it would be nightfall soon. He intended to disappear in to the night and back to his ship without being followed by Jason or anyone else.

Time to go to work Axe... he thought as he made his way back toward his ship.

"I'll be heading home. I have plenty of good business to take care of on the way. Insomnia to the passion of living."

And he opened the door. And he felt the monster of who he was creep across him. Organized and distinct in what he believed. He had to make a few purchases on the way home.

Taking some spare sawdust down at the mill and some empty bottles at the dump with a good many spare rags and corks. Grabbing a couple pounds of fertilizer, 20 gallons of gasoline, an extra ten special for his shotgun, rubber cement, some pipes, and a good 30 gallons of orange juice concentrate. All those purchases were bulky as hell so he had to make them at separate places to appear less suspicious.

He would climb up to the local clinic. Put on the lab coat and put on a wig. Get a little skin dye so he looked like a lizard cross-spec. Say hi if he saw someone. Steal a good amount of liposuctioned fat, a good couple canisters of nitric acid, some canisters of pure chlorine, and a couple bottles of lye. And he was out.

Finally he would walk down to his house. A large mansion of sorts. Multi leveled, nice patio, nice everything. Two issues. It was next to one of many old abandoned coal plants and isolated from society and dirty as all hell. Secondly the place was OLD and not very well furnished. Really buying it had been a favor, the place always felt like it was about to fall down. But he needed a lot of room for just a little money. This did that.

He would descend down into his place to his general room for bomb/ soap making basement. He already had a few pots cooling after sopofication. He stared inside and it appeared pretty done so he carved it out and would cut it into cubes later and pound it with a hot stamp so it looks nice and pretty.

He started up another couple stoves of the stuff putting in some water and lye waiting for it to get well so he could insert the fat.

Meanwhile he went to a bathtub full of glycerol and began to add the nitric acid. Soon it would become nitro and then he could make a few pipe bombs. Maybe a few chem bombs. And some plastic explosives. He had to keep the concentrate frozen. And would want to keep the gasoline in a cold environment as well. And he would want to see that nitro when it finally finishes or else he would have to watch it degrade into something stupid.

For now he would just watch his soap. Taking off the layers after he finished the lye and water fusion. Then finally release and remove the glycerol. Start the process over.

((busy night fo Jason XB))

Thirteen opened up a small laptop once they were gone entering in an ear piece "I got one of them....the other i'm not so sure about..." She said into the microphone
"Good work dear thirteen" A man was heard on the other line "It seems my letter did draw some attention to the outlaws well keep on you innocent act and keep it up" The man said before a click was heard and he was disconnected.

Thirteen smirked and typed in bar company this guy was a fake for sure her dark eyes slitting and cold her fangs showing as she smirked she wouldn't have to play dumb for long. but what of that other man AXE she wondered lowly was he a curious bounty hunter or a criminal himself.

Meanwhile he was curious. He saw a young man enter his house. One of many in his little place. They came back and forth and only he had a name. Everyone else was just young man. Young lady. This was an organization, individuals against everything.,

"Lord Jason. You asked for me to come over."

Jason smiled, a warm smile he gave to everyone who hit bottom. Every cross-spec, every human, every hopeless destructor with a chip on his shoulder who wanted to become something real. This was the closest he got them to,

"That depends young man. What do you have on my current comrades."

The young man gulped. This was usually bad. He never killed any of his comrades in the organization but rumors always spread when you wanted to be a leader of this kind of thing. Kept people silent.

"Well. This Axe man we have little on. Depending on what you told us about him all we have is conspiracies. Something about aliens. Nothing I would believe."

Jason took a drink of some of the concentrate he had. Alien? Well he always liked to believe in aliens. And he kept a Sherlock feel to this. It was unbelievable, but never let even the most unbelievable theorem go,

"And Kuro? Thirteen?"

The young man sighed softly getting down and sitting on the stair steps. Letting his mind hit the fan. It wasn't everyday that people were outside of the reach of Jason's informants,

"She...well we lack a lot of knowledge sir. We cannot confirm or deny what she said. What we do know is basic, like many she was raised by animals. She has a distinct hatred of criminals. That's it sir. If I were you I would not trust her. Especially after she treated you like that sir. She is suspicious of you sir. She hates you sir. If I were you I would kill her sir."

The boy was brave to suggest anything of Lord Jason. But Jason smiled,

"Then she knows? Hmm maybe she has been lying. Maybe not. I don't know. I'll tell you what young man, as soon as I figure out exactly what she is up to I will either give her a good old blast to the forehead. If she isn't...maybe I should say to give you a little."

The young man was a bit scared now,

"Yes...yes sir."

He waved him away. And went back to work. Comrades. Maybe. He wanted to check that Axe man. He could not trust that neko to ever be trustful of him, nor he in return. He didn't think he would show tomorrow. Not right away anyway. He had to be more careful. More invisible. A shadow in the dark.

Axe made it back to his ship double and triple checking that he had not been followed. He opened the hatch door and went inside and immediately shut it again. He dropped his bag and opened the door to the main deck and went inside, throwing himself in to the captain's chair. He took out some peanut M&M's and a box of orange juice out of the compartment in the arm of the chair and began to munch while he thought.

He hated cats. HATED them. The fact that he was intertwined with a cross spec only made it that much worse. As far as he was concerned cats were useless furry bags of bones with no real purpose. He wasn't sure what he had found himself involved in but if it meant ridding the land of the sinners and infidels he would do it. He was merely a man delivering a message from God.

He ran a quick can scan of the town and it seemed that most people were in for the night. He focused on Thirteen's apartment and panned in to see that she was working on a laptop and talking in to a microphone.

What the hell is she up to? Typical... probably playing both sides to the middle for her own benefit.

He panned back out and decided to see if he could locate Jason. Unfortunately he had lost sight of him and had yet to pick him back up again. He was the one that worried Axe. Based on his demeanor and the slick way he asked for oil and the fact that he makes soap didn't sit well with him. He sat for a long while deciding what to do when he picked up a young man walking to a dilapidated old house.

Who the hell is that I wonder...

Axe removed his clothing and start rummaging through his things for something more suitable. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day...

Thirteen smirked to herself before standing up and setting her laptop down she moved over to her bed and her eyes just examined it she was to insomnia for bed herself. Though she wanted others to believe she had a normal sleeping routine. who where these people she was with she knew one was a criminal but the other. She glared out the window she had been watched for a minuet and that angered her. She growled lowly in her throat
And headed out the back door her cloak with weapons on she started down the alley way to a door. it was and old shut down night club.

She walked into it her tail flicking as a cat came up to her it was one of her mutant cats she smirked and pet it's head "So Kuvo" she said with interest in her eyes "Anything happening lately?" The cat turned into a cat human himself his tail flicking and a grin on his face "Neh, Mostly petty thieves and pit pockets anything more and i would of had my meal cut out for me." Thirteen looked disgusted for a minuet befriending a cannibal she should be used to his talk of eating flesh but it still bothered her. "Heh figures the big time criminals are hiding out and I find the clock tower a bit suspicious"
she tilted her head tapping her claws on the table next to her "Can you do me a favor kuvos?" she asked a spark in her eye.

The Cat boy nodded almost excitedly "Why of course I can thirteen don't ask such ridiculous questions" Thirteen grinned herself her tongue moving over one of her fangs "Check around the fox tower with your gang and make sure your stealthy use your shadow abilities if you must" Kuvos nodded his tail swishing around "Will do Thirteen would you like anything to eat?" He grinned Thirteen shook her head "Kuvos you know i don't like human arms...It is just...Disturbing.." Kuvos frowned then his grin appeared again "Alright then your loss is that all you will be needing?"
Thirteen nodded "For now yes I'm going to go head to the stores and listen about strange customers" she then headed out the door.

Kuvos nodded and sat back nibbling on the finger of a decaying hand "alrighty then be safe dear thirteen" he let on another grin then turned back into his cat form leaping off the table.

Axe removed a bottle of Frythian scotch from a cabinet in his personal quarters and proceeded to fix himself a drink. His scans had turned up nothing new and his mind was racing. He didn't have enough information. Not yet.

He grabbed his rifle and threw on a black terrycloth robe and some flip flops. He unbound his hair, allowing its full length to hang freely along his shoulders and down the middle of his back. He grabbed a cigar and some night vision goggles and headed out of the ship. He walked a short distance up to a large boulder and climbed up and sat down. Strapping on his goggles he looked down in to the town near the clock tower. He didn't see anything other than stupid alley cats.

"Fucking mongrels", Axe said aloud taking a sip of his drink. He stuffed the cigar in his mouth and looked again. Killing always seemed to relax him but when he looked he didn't see the animals that had been there before. "Where the fuck did you go... pieces of shit" He saw two of them just sitting there. He wasn't sure what they were waiting for or doing and he didn't really care. He began to whistle as he screwed the silencer on to the rifle, checking every so often that they were still there.

To him the killing of things he despises was doing the world some good. It was different than killing an intelligent creature; one that could fight back and outsmart him. These were nothing more than wastes of space and good air. He would consider them sacrifices to his God and master.

He took another drink and lit the cigar, taking a puff and setting it down next to his drink and raising the scope of the rifle to his eye.

* "God of war I call You. My sword is by my side. I seek a life of honor, free from all false pride. I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail. Cover me with death if I should ever fail."

Thwwwppp. The bullet passed through the silencer and hit the cat on the right dead between the eyes. The one on the left jumped as the shot hit his comrade and began looking around for the source. It paced back and forth which amused Axe. "Ahh... a moving target. Excellent." He sipped the remainder of his drink and took another puff of his cigar and reloaded. He picked up the shell casing and laid it next to the empty glass and then took aim again.

* "Glory, Majesty, Unity Hail, Hail, Hail."

Thwwwppp. The second bullet passed through the silencer and grazed the ear of the second cat and it skittered off in to the darkness. Axe smiled, satisfied. He gathered up his things and walked back to his ship and settled in for the night.

* ((lyrics are from "The Warriors Prayer" by Manowar http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Man...rs-Prayer.html ))

Originally Posted by jurupamae

Axe removed a bottle of Frythian scotch from a cabinet in his personal quarters and proceeded to fix himself a drink. His scans had turned up nothing new and his mind was racing. He didn't have enough information. Not yet.

He grabbed his rifle and threw on a black terrycloth robe and some flip flops. He unbound his hair, allowing its full length to hang freely along his shoulders and down the middle of his back. He grabbed a cigar and some night vision goggles and headed out of the ship. He walked a short distance up to a large boulder and climbed up and sat down. Strapping on his goggles he looked down in to the town near the clock tower. He didn't see anything other than stupid alley cats.

"Fucking mongrels", Axe said aloud taking a sip of his drink. He stuffed the cigar in his mouth and looked again. Killing always seemed to relax him but when he looked he didn't see the animals that had been there before. "Where the fuck did you go... pieces of shit" He saw two of them just sitting there. He wasn't sure what they were waiting for or doing and he didn't really care. He began to whistle as he screwed the silencer on to the rifle, checking every so often that they were still there.

To him the killing of things he despises was doing the world some good. It was different than killing an intelligent creature; one that could fight back and outsmart him. These were nothing more than wastes of space and good air. He would consider them sacrifices to his God and master.

He took another drink and lit the cigar, taking a puff and setting it down next to his drink and raising the scope of the rifle to his eye.

* "God of war I call You. My sword is by my side. I seek a life of honor, free from all false pride. I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail. Cover me with death if I should ever fail."

Thwwwppp. The bullet passed through the silencer and hit the cat on the right dead between the eyes. The one on the left jumped as the shot hit his comrade and began looking around for the source. It paced back and forth which amused Axe. "Ahh... a moving target. Excellent." He sipped the remainder of his drink and took another puff of his cigar and reloaded. He picked up the shell casing and laid it next to the empty glass and then took aim again.

* "Glory, Majesty, Unity Hail, Hail, Hail."

Thwwwppp. The second bullet passed through the silencer and grazed the ear of the second cat and it skittered off in to the darkness. Axe smiled, satisfied. He gathered up his things and walked back to his ship and settled in for the night.

* ((lyrics are from "The Warriors Prayer" by Manowar http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Man...rs-Prayer.html ))

(oh my god............I love animals soo much that hurts T.T)

((I know :( I love kitties more than anything but Axe isn't nice. He's the guy you want to hate. He has no remorse and no regard for life of any kind unless somehow you manage to get on his good side. Then he will die for you...but if you aren't comfortable with it I will change it.))

He decided that bomb making would be done for the night. He had taken all the new nitro and had mixed it with sawdust. Other bits he had mixed with the rubber cement. He used it for his personal grenades and chemical bits. Chlorine grenades being his favorites.

The gasoline he kept in a few barrels in combination with how he would have to add the orange juice concentrate at the right time to make large Napalm explosions. Good for intrusion to cars or just to hide around the area and chain react.

The soap would need some time to cool. And he poured the glycerol into the bathtub until he could get more nitric acid.

Today's batch was done. Same would be done tomorrow.

He made sure to pour his spare gas into his gun and loaded it with slugs and made sure to keep spare slugs, 4 Bucks, Fanchette's, and some armor piercing QB 8's.

He set up his security. Simple little trip wires and such around the house. Chlorine bombs tied those areas. Doorways tied with anti personnel explosives that would blast pellets in one direction. He kept his gas mask nearby just in case it would come out and break down. And his "Special" remote for when he left the premises and blew the whole thing to hell.

Thirteen walked back into her place her gaze out the window once more she heard two gun shots and wondered what was going on letting out a sigh and leaping out the window. she walked until she saw two dead cats her eyes widened and she ran over to them hatred and sadness crossed in her eyes she hissed and a low sad growl that would twist anyones soul came from her as she picked the two dead cats up

Axe had fallen asleep in his captains chair with his robe open and cradling his rifle in one hand, the other hand slipped underneath the waist band of his boxers. He awoke to the sound of annoying beeping and a flashing light on the console.

"Fuuuuuckkkk", Axe stated, exasperated, and pressed the button.

"This is Axe and it better be fucking good that you had to disturb my sleep over it." A very angry and agitated voice began speaking.

"Don't give me any of your shit. Where are you?

"What...you don't know? Apparently the communication device does since you reached me here. I'm on vacation remember?! What does it matter where I am?"

"God damnit Axe! I have orders for you. Did you make contact?

"Never say my Lord's name in vain again, understand?! Yes, I've made contact as requested. Can I enjoy my vacation without you meddling all the time?"

"We own you Axe. You vacation on OUR terms. You have a job to do. The what and how are your business with this one, as long as each are dead. Whatever means necessary."

Axe smiled. He loved hearing that. No limits. His last job required him to bring them back alive for sentencing. The only sentencing they should require should be handed down by him and God.

"I have made contact with the one called Thirteen and I believe one may be the bomber you spoke of but I cannot be sure as of yet. I will know more in the morning. There has been no sign of the thieves or the one called Ryv as of yet. Can I go back to bed now?"

"Good work Axe. Any news of the murders or who could be behind them?

"I've been here for not even one freakin day... give me some time and I'll get back to you with a full report you asshole. Axe out."

He slammed the console with his fist. This was the part of being a cop he hated. He hated being a company man and being owned. He was irritated now. He threw his robe off and redressed in his black and headed out. He left his rifle behind because he was not going to snipe someone. This was going to be a fact finding exercise. He had to know more about this Jason fellow and the mystery man he had seen earlier.

((Kuro you can progress till the next day. Everyone else seems asleep save for other characters who are on one point. That point being, not around as much as wanted.))

Axe followed the path that he had seen the young man take to the old mansion. He did not see any movement inside and figured if anything was going on it would be downstairs.

He would come back here tomorrow after he left Thirteen at the bar and check it out during the day. He returned to his ship and made some notes on paper and folded it and placed it in his Kryptican and then allowed himself to sleep.

(So then next day? then shall we skip?)

((Yeah bump it baby. XB))

Thirteen woke up the next mourning earlier then usual and sat up yawning and stretching out her cat ears twitching and her tail flicking she wondered into the kitchen her cofee timer going off rubbing one eye she poured her cofee clumsily looking over at the t.v. with sleepy eyes on the news was three men in jail one had killed one tonight "Of all stupid shit to put on t.v." She grumbled lowly then something caught her interest.

last night about 3:00 in the morning the clock tower was investigated for town people heard noises such as screaming and gun shots.

Random man: I was just walking down the alley and i heard a scream i ran to see what it was and there was blood all over the clock tower like a message painted with hands with nothing but blood it was sick!"

We will get back with you on the matter but on other news

Thirteen turned off the tv her ears twitching and sipping on her coffee more a message she wondered and thought of her cat friends then the two dead ones with a sigh she shook her head Kuvo's was not much of a sparer he probably only sent two and those two where dead so now how in the hell was she to know what went on. she grumbled lowly running her fingers through her hair