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Post by Karen Marlowe on Mar 19, 2013 0:09:47 GMT -5
Karen was busy doing what detectives working for Interpol do - catching bad guys. This bad guy in particular was a terrorist wanted in at least twelve countries around the world.
Interpol had tracked him down to some small town in Missouri and had deployed Karen as a sort of test run.
Sure he was dangerous, but they believed Karen had potential as an agent - she was a highly advanced android after all.
She walked down the empty street, hands jammed in her overcoat pockets - wondering why a known international terrorist would hide out here of all places...
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Mar 25, 2013 2:31:52 GMT -5
Kakeru rode through the Missouri streets, Lady Luck's engine's roaring loudly as his speed increased, searching for the target. He'd gotten intel of a possible Artifact host in the area, a terrorist no less. He needed to find the person fast, before any major damage could be done. So, he whizzed by, quickly blazing past the only person on the street, letting off a wave of air from his speed.
((BTW, since she's designated female, she'd technically be a gynoid, not an android. Lots of people miss that.))
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Post by Karen Marlowe on Mar 25, 2013 15:04:55 GMT -5
Karen watched curiously as a man rode past her on a motorcycle, the wave of air causing her overcoat and hair to flutter.
"He must be in a hurry," she remarked, "Perhaps he's reporting to his boss..?"
It was only a hunch, but she since had basically little to no leads at the moment - she decided to follow the man and see if he had any sort of connection to the perp she was pursuing.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Mar 25, 2013 21:15:18 GMT -5
Kakeru tapped a button on the side of his helmet, turning on the Artifact scanner that Artie had installed into it, searching for the host. He wasn't having much luck, but he soon picked up a faint Artifact signal, and went after it.
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Post by Karen Marlowe on Mar 26, 2013 15:36:28 GMT -5
Karen ran at a speed that far exceeded that of an ordinary human as she tried to catch up with the mysterious man on the motorcycle. ----- Meanwhile, the terrorist they both in pursuit of was sitting comfortably in a suburban kitchen enjoying a bowl of Captain Crunch while reading the Sunday comics. "Oh that Marmaduke," he laughed, "What a scamp." |
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