[table][row][right][color=9e0b0f][h3][b]Nine[/b][/h3][/color]Berlin, Germany  ||  ???  ||  January 24, 1:15[/right][/row][cell][color=9e0b0f]"Understood"[/color] he yawned out, groaning and stretching his limbs, as if he were a cat sunbathing before standing up. He was constantly absorbing the information as he took a few steps forward before sitting back down, this time onto the floor. Slowly, steadily, Nine began to recline onto the floor, before he was lying on his back, still staring into not only the inky nothingness, but the same vivid collections of his victims consciousness.

While he did figure out how to maintain both a state of being asleep and awakened a while back, it took more energy than needed to do so, making it more than a waste of time, [i][color=9e0b0f]"Close enough... I guess."[/color][/i]

As he sat there, disconnecting and reconnecting each thin neuron strip, having a complete map of the area built less than fourteen minutes ago, with the rest of the time dedicated to analyzing different routes, to utilized, specimens that could act as pawns, etc. While he was busy running probable scenarios through his head, he suddenly opened his mouth and began speaking in a tone of voice that was foreign to his handler.

[color=9e0b0f]"Make sure that the shipment paperwork gets done by the end of the month. Less than a week Theodore, that's all you have, and if you don't get it done- your weapons will be dispersed among the people of Germany and that is all,"[/color] instead of that same flat pitch, Nine spoke with a very feminine voice, articulating every syllable, mimicking a particular accent and displeased tone of voice.

[color=9e0b0f]"Y-yes ma'am. Though, I am confused why the Americans wish for this technology anyways- I understand they plan to begin assisting the Russians soon, but don't they have their own weapons they are hoarding for themselves?"

"You know how Americans are. They'll steal ideas from whoever they can."[/color]

And with that said and done, his mouth shut as no more words were spoken from the duo. If anything else were to be said, he would extract and deliver it to his handler without even blinking an eye or yawning. This was the only time he ever had any emotion in his voice, but it was at the behest of borrowing those from others.

But now, the true mission began. With all this information he had at his disposal, he set his plan into motion, sending impulse after impulse through his neurons, straight to each and every specimen he was manipulating. All would obey his orders, all would obey his commands.

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[color=9e0b0f]"... she's dead. I'll deposit her in one of the nearby buildings for retrieval."[/color] And just like that, it was over in an instant. There was no fanfare, no dramatic tension that lingered in the air for a few seconds, it was over and everything was just as still as her unmoving body. The other specimen occupying the same space were no more comparable to lifeless dolls, making them go through the motions just as he made instructed the Chancellor to forcibly grab her own neck and twist it until it snapped like a twig.

Elimination was a minute part of this operation, with the major portion involving where to deliver and store the body.

Thankfully though, Nine could still manipulate her vitals and take control of the deceased body. This would be more than enough to fool anyone into believe she was still alive.

While this seemed insane, especially with her snapping her neck in the darkened vehicle, the windows were one way, meaning that it was impossible to discern what was going on in the convoy vehicle, let alone knowing of what had transpired.

Regardless, they would act as he programmed them to, acting like the Chancellor was alive, forced to believe that their mission still had some tangible meaning. [i]That[/i] was what they saw and thought as Nine began altering their memories as they drove to some deigned location he reported to the handler following the 'suicide.' While it didn't matter to him, maybe it would be of some significance to the Church, or maybe it wouldn't.

[color=9e0b0f]"While I'm rewriting and implanting some memories, what do you want me to do with the other specimens in the vehicle, especially the French one; are his services still required?"[/color][/cell][cell] 

[center][b][u]Objectives[/u][/b][/center][b]:::[/b] Eliminate Chancellor Cheska Ridenour. [b]:::[/b][hr][b]:::[/b] Bring home some takeout for Eleven to cook. [b]:::[/b]

 
[center][b][u]Status[/u][/b]
[color=lawngreen][b]:::[/b] Sleepy; feeling a bit "exotic" [b]:::[/b][/color][/center]
 
[center][b][u]Interacting[/u][/b]
[b]:::[/b] Classified ([@Haruharara]) [b]:::[/b][/center][/cell][/table]