Post by Azrael on Apr 14, 2009 3:05:27 GMT -5
Azrael slowly stepped up into the steps of the Preventers HQ, dressed in a slightly different garb this time. Whereas before he had a kilt and tuxedo top (standard for Irish nobility and royalty), Charity had insisted he try wearing something that didn't stand out quite so much. So, he instead wore a simple black dress uniform, with green and gold lining. However, he refused to remove his baldric.
He stopped and waited for the guards to walk forward.
"Can we help you, sir?" one of them asked politely.
Azrael coughed, and attempted to make his voice less of the natural rasp and something more pleasing to the ears. "Yes, my name is Lord Sean Andrew Watts, of the Munster Province in Ireland. I'm here for an appointment to discuss specifics with Lady Une concerning the attempted assassination on Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlan's life." He pulled his ID card that identified him as Irish nobility and a standing member of Parliament, meaning he was well within his rights as an ambassador.
The guard looked at it, held up a tiny red device that scanned the card, and nodded. "It's authentic." He handed it back to Azrael. "Lord Watts, sir, would you please go to the lobby desk and inform them of your arrival? I believe they are unaware you are supposed to be here."
Azrael smiled. "Thank you." He took his card back, then walked past the guards and into the lobby. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a very professional looking lobby, perfectly polished floors, clean walls, then sighed a bit as he heard the usual chit chat of people around him, their shuffling footsteps, and the smell of the perfumes and colognes. "Sheesh," he muttered. "I hate this crap."
Azrael never was much for crowds of people.
He walked over to the lobby and smiled at the woman behind the desk. "Hello. My name is Lord Sean Andrew Watts of Munster, Ireland. I'm here on a trip to see Lady Une." He handed his card over to the desk to her. The lady smiled back, took it and put it in a slot.
"Oh, we just now got your message," she said putting a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I'll inform Lady Une right away. It may take a bit, though..."
Perfect, Azrael thought and beamed a smile at her. "Oh, that's all right. These things do take time and I imagine you all have been busy. I just had to come over right away since my schedule is so tight. Do you mind if I look at one of your computers? I was hoping to perhaps check on some news and information."
The lady at the desk raised an eyebrow. "Um....sure. Public computers are right down the hall." She pointed to her right. Azrael smiled and nodded, then turned and followed down the hall. The lady frowned a bit, then pressed a button. "Security? Um, could you keep an eye on the man that just came to the desk? I'll put the information through, but he seems a bit... off. Like he's up to something."
"Will do," a voice said over the other end of the line.
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Horace, the Cheif of Security, looked over at the security camera as he saw Sean Watts sit down at a computer, then begin typing. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Horace was a very tall, well-built man in his 40's with a scar going from his hairline down to his jaw and quite the scrapper with a bit of training in hand to hand as well. He was considered by many to be the rough and tough type when needed, but surprisingly humble and polite in person.
"Information checks in," James said at one of the computers. He was a skinny, bookwormish looking person with glasses and long hair, from America. People nicknamed him "Chicken" because of his lack of desire for fighting, but he was the smartest person in the HQ when it came to computers. "Strange thing, though, his request for a conference with Lady Une just came through today. I did a check to see if maybe a storms interference might have delayed it, but it was sent today as well."
"Think he might be up ta somethin', Jimmy?" Peter asked. He was the typical scrapper. A boxer and wrestler, he had a good right hand, and could handle himself but the bark way out did the bite in his case.
James scrathed his head. "Not sure, to be honest. Wanna do a scan on him?"
Horace nodded. "Yeah, it's probably best to make sure." He peered at the security screen as he noticed Sean was putting something in the computer. "What's he doin' right there?"
James frowned. "Not sure...here, I'll have the scans done up right away while I monitor his computer." he began typing frantically, then stopped. "Ohhh, MAN. Cheif, look at this."
Horace leaned over to see what James had found. "Yeah?"
"His voice is being faked. The sounds don't match anything, but ELECTRONICALLY his voice is identical to Azrael Knightquest."
"The 'Avenging Angel'?" Horace said. "You sure 'bout that, lad?"
James nodded. "yeah...face scans match both Sean Watts and Knightquest. It's him, all right."
Horace turned his head and noticed Sean suddenly peering at the wall where the camera was. "Hm. Well, looks like we gotta detain him."
"Definitely," James said. "He's trying to hack into our information networks."
"Who is this guy again?" Peter demanded.
"Guy that's been around, son," Horace said. "He was a member of OZ, and worked in the Special Force under Zechs Merquis. Was considered a bloody good pilot as well, and dueler. He admired Lord Zechs, and coupla people nicknamed 'im the 'Lighting Squire'. Until he shattered a man's jaw for it. Then when Zechs went by Ambassador Milliardo, he went over to the Sanq Kingdom, and joined their defence forces. He gave the Taurus models quite a fight from what I know, and even managed to escape. Then in the battle of the White Fang, he fought under Treize Khushrenade in the Treize Faction. Took down a number of them White Fang mobile dolls too."
"That don't impress me none," Peter snorted.
Horace grunted. Peter always said that, then he turned and looked at the monitor. "This guy's gonna be a right handful."
"You want me to send a detail down?" James asked.
Horace shook his head. "Too small a room. Been a big mess and he might slip away. Just me, Peter, and two others. Have a detail waitin' outside in the hallway for him, though. We'll try and pull him out into the hallway if we can, then they can shock him. Bring in them tasers that drop people. ALL of them, on maximum charge."
"Just let me at 'im," Peter said, standing up. "I hate them micks, anyway."
Horace grimaced. "He's all yours, Petey boy."
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2 hours later, Azrael was on his face, coughing and sputtering as his hands and legs were cuffed and being lifted up by three guards, while four others followed with tasers surrounding him. Peter was on the floor, grabbing his thigh which was bleeding freely as several medics were tending to him, and about four other guards were on the ground, one with a dislocated shoulder and shattered jaw, another with a broken arm, and the other two were out cold. Horace painfully stood on his feet, and pushed his broken nose back into place with a sickening crunch, and grunted as he grabbed his ribs were a huge welt from one of Azrael's kicks were from.
"Bloody lucky I got ahol' o' him from behind while he was poundin' you, Petey," Horace grunted at him. "Next time I tell ya not to take someone lightly, ya best lissen."
Peter screamed as they bandaged his leg, and fell on his back. "Ah, good HEAVENS!! Why did he do that to me?! He had no right to do that!! AhhhhH!! Auggghhhh!! I hate him....!!"
"Well, don't charge right at 'im, next time," Horace said, then turned to the guards. "Lock him up in a cell, DON'T UNBIND HIM or try any funny stuff on 'im! He's too dangerous!"
The guards nodded and dragged a coughing but still angry and writhing Azrael down the hall, shocking him every now and again when it seemed he was a bit much for the guards holding him. Horace sighed,and wiped the blood off his mouth and nose, then grabbed an ice pack from another security guard nearby, and held it to his eye. Then he hit the button on the intercom on the wall.
"Front Desk? Yeah, let Lady Une know we found a certain somebody she might be interested in seeing. We'll have 'im down in the jail cell we reserve for 'special types'." He sighed a minute, then looked at the guards. "And call an ambulance while yer at it."
He stopped and waited for the guards to walk forward.
"Can we help you, sir?" one of them asked politely.
Azrael coughed, and attempted to make his voice less of the natural rasp and something more pleasing to the ears. "Yes, my name is Lord Sean Andrew Watts, of the Munster Province in Ireland. I'm here for an appointment to discuss specifics with Lady Une concerning the attempted assassination on Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlan's life." He pulled his ID card that identified him as Irish nobility and a standing member of Parliament, meaning he was well within his rights as an ambassador.
The guard looked at it, held up a tiny red device that scanned the card, and nodded. "It's authentic." He handed it back to Azrael. "Lord Watts, sir, would you please go to the lobby desk and inform them of your arrival? I believe they are unaware you are supposed to be here."
Azrael smiled. "Thank you." He took his card back, then walked past the guards and into the lobby. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a very professional looking lobby, perfectly polished floors, clean walls, then sighed a bit as he heard the usual chit chat of people around him, their shuffling footsteps, and the smell of the perfumes and colognes. "Sheesh," he muttered. "I hate this crap."
Azrael never was much for crowds of people.
He walked over to the lobby and smiled at the woman behind the desk. "Hello. My name is Lord Sean Andrew Watts of Munster, Ireland. I'm here on a trip to see Lady Une." He handed his card over to the desk to her. The lady smiled back, took it and put it in a slot.
"Oh, we just now got your message," she said putting a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I'll inform Lady Une right away. It may take a bit, though..."
Perfect, Azrael thought and beamed a smile at her. "Oh, that's all right. These things do take time and I imagine you all have been busy. I just had to come over right away since my schedule is so tight. Do you mind if I look at one of your computers? I was hoping to perhaps check on some news and information."
The lady at the desk raised an eyebrow. "Um....sure. Public computers are right down the hall." She pointed to her right. Azrael smiled and nodded, then turned and followed down the hall. The lady frowned a bit, then pressed a button. "Security? Um, could you keep an eye on the man that just came to the desk? I'll put the information through, but he seems a bit... off. Like he's up to something."
"Will do," a voice said over the other end of the line.
****************************************************
Horace, the Cheif of Security, looked over at the security camera as he saw Sean Watts sit down at a computer, then begin typing. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Horace was a very tall, well-built man in his 40's with a scar going from his hairline down to his jaw and quite the scrapper with a bit of training in hand to hand as well. He was considered by many to be the rough and tough type when needed, but surprisingly humble and polite in person.
"Information checks in," James said at one of the computers. He was a skinny, bookwormish looking person with glasses and long hair, from America. People nicknamed him "Chicken" because of his lack of desire for fighting, but he was the smartest person in the HQ when it came to computers. "Strange thing, though, his request for a conference with Lady Une just came through today. I did a check to see if maybe a storms interference might have delayed it, but it was sent today as well."
"Think he might be up ta somethin', Jimmy?" Peter asked. He was the typical scrapper. A boxer and wrestler, he had a good right hand, and could handle himself but the bark way out did the bite in his case.
James scrathed his head. "Not sure, to be honest. Wanna do a scan on him?"
Horace nodded. "Yeah, it's probably best to make sure." He peered at the security screen as he noticed Sean was putting something in the computer. "What's he doin' right there?"
James frowned. "Not sure...here, I'll have the scans done up right away while I monitor his computer." he began typing frantically, then stopped. "Ohhh, MAN. Cheif, look at this."
Horace leaned over to see what James had found. "Yeah?"
"His voice is being faked. The sounds don't match anything, but ELECTRONICALLY his voice is identical to Azrael Knightquest."
"The 'Avenging Angel'?" Horace said. "You sure 'bout that, lad?"
James nodded. "yeah...face scans match both Sean Watts and Knightquest. It's him, all right."
Horace turned his head and noticed Sean suddenly peering at the wall where the camera was. "Hm. Well, looks like we gotta detain him."
"Definitely," James said. "He's trying to hack into our information networks."
"Who is this guy again?" Peter demanded.
"Guy that's been around, son," Horace said. "He was a member of OZ, and worked in the Special Force under Zechs Merquis. Was considered a bloody good pilot as well, and dueler. He admired Lord Zechs, and coupla people nicknamed 'im the 'Lighting Squire'. Until he shattered a man's jaw for it. Then when Zechs went by Ambassador Milliardo, he went over to the Sanq Kingdom, and joined their defence forces. He gave the Taurus models quite a fight from what I know, and even managed to escape. Then in the battle of the White Fang, he fought under Treize Khushrenade in the Treize Faction. Took down a number of them White Fang mobile dolls too."
"That don't impress me none," Peter snorted.
Horace grunted. Peter always said that, then he turned and looked at the monitor. "This guy's gonna be a right handful."
"You want me to send a detail down?" James asked.
Horace shook his head. "Too small a room. Been a big mess and he might slip away. Just me, Peter, and two others. Have a detail waitin' outside in the hallway for him, though. We'll try and pull him out into the hallway if we can, then they can shock him. Bring in them tasers that drop people. ALL of them, on maximum charge."
"Just let me at 'im," Peter said, standing up. "I hate them micks, anyway."
Horace grimaced. "He's all yours, Petey boy."
***************************************************
2 hours later, Azrael was on his face, coughing and sputtering as his hands and legs were cuffed and being lifted up by three guards, while four others followed with tasers surrounding him. Peter was on the floor, grabbing his thigh which was bleeding freely as several medics were tending to him, and about four other guards were on the ground, one with a dislocated shoulder and shattered jaw, another with a broken arm, and the other two were out cold. Horace painfully stood on his feet, and pushed his broken nose back into place with a sickening crunch, and grunted as he grabbed his ribs were a huge welt from one of Azrael's kicks were from.
"Bloody lucky I got ahol' o' him from behind while he was poundin' you, Petey," Horace grunted at him. "Next time I tell ya not to take someone lightly, ya best lissen."
Peter screamed as they bandaged his leg, and fell on his back. "Ah, good HEAVENS!! Why did he do that to me?! He had no right to do that!! AhhhhH!! Auggghhhh!! I hate him....!!"
"Well, don't charge right at 'im, next time," Horace said, then turned to the guards. "Lock him up in a cell, DON'T UNBIND HIM or try any funny stuff on 'im! He's too dangerous!"
The guards nodded and dragged a coughing but still angry and writhing Azrael down the hall, shocking him every now and again when it seemed he was a bit much for the guards holding him. Horace sighed,and wiped the blood off his mouth and nose, then grabbed an ice pack from another security guard nearby, and held it to his eye. Then he hit the button on the intercom on the wall.
"Front Desk? Yeah, let Lady Une know we found a certain somebody she might be interested in seeing. We'll have 'im down in the jail cell we reserve for 'special types'." He sighed a minute, then looked at the guards. "And call an ambulance while yer at it."