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”They build’em different up here.”
L’Monte chuckled, but his memories spooled up. He knew who’d said it. He could see her face clear as anything within his reminiscence. He kept the name captive, though. Kept it locked up in a deep, dark corner of his brain. Outer Element once again rose to the forefront of his mental sanctum. It was a lesson he understood well and had been made to understand well. It should have been the mission statement of the OE, L’Monte thought. That the recruits of Outer Element were built different was simultaneously a known and unknown fact. Known to those within the walls of the training facility, but unknown to even some of the Grand Syndicates. L’Monte had heard plenty of stories. That OE members were monsters or boogeyman or inhuman. None of it bothered him, but Markus’ statement brought to mind his past. His training. His dedication to becoming an Adjudicator. And as he sized up his new partner, he could understand the depth of his statement.
They certainly do build’em different up here.
“I got ya covered,” L’Monte replied as Markus pulled a pair of bolt cutters from his pack. He turned and dropped to a knee, raising his M4 at the same time, ensuring his cheek was pressed against the top edge of the buttstock he’d unfolded. L’Monte adjusted the ACOG scope on top for clarity and began a slow, controlled sweep from left to middle to right and then in reverse order. Never was a bad thing to be cautious. He thought more highly of his new partner for even pointing it out. Not that he’d had any bad thoughts about the guy. In fact, L’Monte had found himself impressed with Markus. The man had experience. Even if he held a rifle, even if he held his own in a fist fight, there was nothing like a partner with experience. Experience was the difference between life and death in L’Monte’s personal opinion.
After a few minutes, Markus had cut a nice sized door in the fence. He pushed open the fence for L’Monte to go through first. L’Monte outright laughed at Markus’ comment. A classic. Couldn’t beat a classic. As L’Monte dropped the aim of his rifle to the ground, he stepped carefully through the fence.
“More like beauty before age,” L’Monte retorted as he crept through. He said it with a sly grin he made sure Markus would see. He appreciated the man’s sense of humor. Another point in his favor. In all honesty, it was hard working with people. L’Monte had had his share of awful training partners in the past before he’d graduated to a fully field operative Adjudicator. Some lacked experience. Others were too stiff. Others still seemed like none of the training had taken. It was a breath of fresh air to be patterned with someone who had their head on straight and could laugh at the little things in life. Even amidst the situation they both found themselves in.
After they both stepped through and the fence was pushed closed, L’Monte turned to Markus. “You know what they say. It’s either patrols or cameras. Smart money does both and clearly we’re not dealing with smart money. I’ll take ten to two,” he said. He bent his knees, arched his back downwards, and raised his rifle once more. He ensured a tight hold in his shoulder pocket as he crept forward, controlled steps quietly crunching leaves and grass underfoot. His M4 was outfitted with a silencer which, unlike in the movies, wasn’t that much quieter, but it did stifle muzzle flash. With the dawn still waking up behind them, the duo had the cover of darkness to their advantage.
L’Monte chuckled, but his memories spooled up. He knew who’d said it. He could see her face clear as anything within his reminiscence. He kept the name captive, though. Kept it locked up in a deep, dark corner of his brain. Outer Element once again rose to the forefront of his mental sanctum. It was a lesson he understood well and had been made to understand well. It should have been the mission statement of the OE, L’Monte thought. That the recruits of Outer Element were built different was simultaneously a known and unknown fact. Known to those within the walls of the training facility, but unknown to even some of the Grand Syndicates. L’Monte had heard plenty of stories. That OE members were monsters or boogeyman or inhuman. None of it bothered him, but Markus’ statement brought to mind his past. His training. His dedication to becoming an Adjudicator. And as he sized up his new partner, he could understand the depth of his statement.
They certainly do build’em different up here.
“I got ya covered,” L’Monte replied as Markus pulled a pair of bolt cutters from his pack. He turned and dropped to a knee, raising his M4 at the same time, ensuring his cheek was pressed against the top edge of the buttstock he’d unfolded. L’Monte adjusted the ACOG scope on top for clarity and began a slow, controlled sweep from left to middle to right and then in reverse order. Never was a bad thing to be cautious. He thought more highly of his new partner for even pointing it out. Not that he’d had any bad thoughts about the guy. In fact, L’Monte had found himself impressed with Markus. The man had experience. Even if he held a rifle, even if he held his own in a fist fight, there was nothing like a partner with experience. Experience was the difference between life and death in L’Monte’s personal opinion.
After a few minutes, Markus had cut a nice sized door in the fence. He pushed open the fence for L’Monte to go through first. L’Monte outright laughed at Markus’ comment. A classic. Couldn’t beat a classic. As L’Monte dropped the aim of his rifle to the ground, he stepped carefully through the fence.
“More like beauty before age,” L’Monte retorted as he crept through. He said it with a sly grin he made sure Markus would see. He appreciated the man’s sense of humor. Another point in his favor. In all honesty, it was hard working with people. L’Monte had had his share of awful training partners in the past before he’d graduated to a fully field operative Adjudicator. Some lacked experience. Others were too stiff. Others still seemed like none of the training had taken. It was a breath of fresh air to be patterned with someone who had their head on straight and could laugh at the little things in life. Even amidst the situation they both found themselves in.
After they both stepped through and the fence was pushed closed, L’Monte turned to Markus. “You know what they say. It’s either patrols or cameras. Smart money does both and clearly we’re not dealing with smart money. I’ll take ten to two,” he said. He bent his knees, arched his back downwards, and raised his rifle once more. He ensured a tight hold in his shoulder pocket as he crept forward, controlled steps quietly crunching leaves and grass underfoot. His M4 was outfitted with a silencer which, unlike in the movies, wasn’t that much quieter, but it did stifle muzzle flash. With the dawn still waking up behind them, the duo had the cover of darkness to their advantage.
Post up! Sorry it took so long, I just wanted it to be right, ya know? Let me know if you need me to change anything!
Invigoration reverberated from the lips throughout his entire body as L’Monte’ Beauregard gazed down at his sleeping wife after the kiss. Bittersweet feelings enveloped his mind as he stroked ebon locks of her hair. His brow furrowed at the imagery of a multitude of memories infiltrated by the Grand Syndicates. While his heart grew cold, competing sadness burned like a warm hearth on the other side of the perspective. His wife’s deeply irritated perspective. She held no blame and couldn’t hold any of it. She’d signed up for a seemingly traditional kind of marriage. The kind of marriage where the guy works a bit, comes home, spends time with the kids and the dog before finally settling in with the wife. That she deserved it was a forgone conclusion. Unfortunately, it was also an ever elusive conclusion.
L’Monte’ stood from the bed, eyes locked on the contours of his wife. The thought of leaving her stoked hatred. The thought of the job Outer Element had given him bred the embers of that hatred into baby flames. The corner of his mouth curled into a malicious upturned hook. He hated to leave his wife, but L’Monte’ understood chance and opportunity. The job was an opportunity providing the chance to put the screws to another Grand Syndicate through a smaller Franchise. The unlucky goon targeted was simply a stepping stone. L’Monte’ inhaled and exhaled sharply. Then he left the bedroom.
Holding the banister in the crush of darkness, L’Monte’ tiptoed down the steps. An argument was not needed right now. The ending remained the same regardless. As did the argument. It would come back around like a carousel albeit much less endearing, bright, or happiness invoking. He found himself thanking the ether once more for the lack of offspring. Not that the ether had anything to do with that, of course. It just made the argument slightly less intense. The argument L’Monte’ couldn’t help but already anticipate. He willed his mind to back burner the upcoming spousal spat and focus. The stress that hadn’t bubbled to the surface yet was going to be preventatively taken care of very soon.
“What do you think, partner? You seeing any cameras?”
The question pierced L’Monte’s ears and yanked him back into reality. He sat squat against the trunk of a tree watching the smoke from his cigarette wriggle its way towards the atmosphere. He relived the pressure on his knees and calves by standing and dropped the butt of his cigarette into the shrubbery beneath his boots. Stamped it out for good measure. Swiped a gloved hand down his ebony attire from the top of his load-bearing vest to the bottom of the zipped jacket underneath it. He adjusted the beanie cap on his head some, content with allowing some of his locs to fall out of the back to the bottom of his neck. He scratched at the balaclava hugging his neck. Identification wasn’t normally a problem with these jobs. And L’Monte’ knew he was sick. He wanted them to see him coming. Wanted the targets to see his smiling face when he took them out. Preferably bare-handed. But this was an operation so a classic was necessary. He patted his M4 carbine hanging by its sling at his side. Couldn’t get more classic than 5.56 ammunition.
“Lemme take a gander,” L’Monte’ said to Markus.
He reached around and pulled one strap of his pack off his shoulder, swung the bag around to his front. He unzipped, reached inside, and pulled out a set of night vision oculars. The device had a single front visor only separated for each eye where the user peered in. L’Monte’ wasn’t big on gear. He understood the value, but there was a reason he’d opted not to join the military. He brought the oculars to his face and swept back and forth, the fence directly in front of him. He chuckled as he pulled away from his face and repacked the device. Swung his bag back to his rear and shouldered the loose strap once more.
“Not seein’ any. Seems like they relied on the location itself to maintain secrecy. Shrouded by woods and treetops and bland architecture. No one generally cares about some warehouses on a strip of empty land,” L’Monte’ said. He cracked his gloved knuckles and winced when he finally turned towards Markus.
“How bad does it hurt? And how does the other guy look?” He asked.
L’Monte’ stood from the bed, eyes locked on the contours of his wife. The thought of leaving her stoked hatred. The thought of the job Outer Element had given him bred the embers of that hatred into baby flames. The corner of his mouth curled into a malicious upturned hook. He hated to leave his wife, but L’Monte’ understood chance and opportunity. The job was an opportunity providing the chance to put the screws to another Grand Syndicate through a smaller Franchise. The unlucky goon targeted was simply a stepping stone. L’Monte’ inhaled and exhaled sharply. Then he left the bedroom.
Holding the banister in the crush of darkness, L’Monte’ tiptoed down the steps. An argument was not needed right now. The ending remained the same regardless. As did the argument. It would come back around like a carousel albeit much less endearing, bright, or happiness invoking. He found himself thanking the ether once more for the lack of offspring. Not that the ether had anything to do with that, of course. It just made the argument slightly less intense. The argument L’Monte’ couldn’t help but already anticipate. He willed his mind to back burner the upcoming spousal spat and focus. The stress that hadn’t bubbled to the surface yet was going to be preventatively taken care of very soon.
* * *
“What do you think, partner? You seeing any cameras?”
The question pierced L’Monte’s ears and yanked him back into reality. He sat squat against the trunk of a tree watching the smoke from his cigarette wriggle its way towards the atmosphere. He relived the pressure on his knees and calves by standing and dropped the butt of his cigarette into the shrubbery beneath his boots. Stamped it out for good measure. Swiped a gloved hand down his ebony attire from the top of his load-bearing vest to the bottom of the zipped jacket underneath it. He adjusted the beanie cap on his head some, content with allowing some of his locs to fall out of the back to the bottom of his neck. He scratched at the balaclava hugging his neck. Identification wasn’t normally a problem with these jobs. And L’Monte’ knew he was sick. He wanted them to see him coming. Wanted the targets to see his smiling face when he took them out. Preferably bare-handed. But this was an operation so a classic was necessary. He patted his M4 carbine hanging by its sling at his side. Couldn’t get more classic than 5.56 ammunition.
“Lemme take a gander,” L’Monte’ said to Markus.
He reached around and pulled one strap of his pack off his shoulder, swung the bag around to his front. He unzipped, reached inside, and pulled out a set of night vision oculars. The device had a single front visor only separated for each eye where the user peered in. L’Monte’ wasn’t big on gear. He understood the value, but there was a reason he’d opted not to join the military. He brought the oculars to his face and swept back and forth, the fence directly in front of him. He chuckled as he pulled away from his face and repacked the device. Swung his bag back to his rear and shouldered the loose strap once more.
“Not seein’ any. Seems like they relied on the location itself to maintain secrecy. Shrouded by woods and treetops and bland architecture. No one generally cares about some warehouses on a strip of empty land,” L’Monte’ said. He cracked his gloved knuckles and winced when he finally turned towards Markus.
“How bad does it hurt? And how does the other guy look?” He asked.
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Thanks for setting up the thread and the that first post. It’s a great post! I enjoyed reading it. The pictures added to the feeling of the world as well haha. I never usually do that in my posts, but hey, I might now, who knows.
I’ll begin working on a post and I’ll add a character picture under the character tab as well.
I’ll begin working on a post and I’ll add a character picture under the character tab as well.
Wow, I love that lore. The church of light and the history behind the religion was a nice read and interesting and intriguing. It’s funny, it actually somewhat connects with the man in the carriage. I’ll PM you the details about that situation in a little bit so you can be aware. But wow that was a nice read, thanks for that bit of more!
Okay, the latter it is then! We can do a series of smaller posts for dialogue until we return to narrative moving posts. I’m cool with that.
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