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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 21, 2009 23:21:30 GMT -5
Exhaling, Cordelia let her green eyes travel up the side of abode of Robert Bindley’s home. It was the dead of night and to her sensitive ears her soft breathing was louder than usual. The summer air around her and her companion was dead still, warm and humid. The smallest disturbance would ruin their progress. All those miles traveled, all those plans made- all blown to hell because a misstep would land on a leaf. That simple crackle would sound like a bullwhip. And if her ears were picking up the smallest noises; the Level One security that this place might have would undoubtedly hear her and Ackley before she would hear them.
She had ditched her heavy boots back at their camp, which had been a ways away. Cordelia was known for her swift movements and agility- if she had to be silent about it, the last thing she needed was work boots weighing her down and making things clumsy and loud. Her bare foot rose from the ground, her toes scratching the back of the opposite legs calf. Her head tilted, her eyes coming back down the side of the wall and sweeping over to make eye contact with Ackley. Her lips curved up to a grin.
Jobs were always fun to her. Not that she got a thrill off of killing, no. It was the sport of it. Doing a job with Ackley was more like espionage. Two people sneaking about, using wits and strategy to get things done. When she did a job with Thane- it was more of a contest. A “let’s see who can get in there and cause the most damage”! Where her and Ackley barely spoke to each other verbally; using a strange sort of physical body language to help each other read their mind, Thane would brazenly and jovially yell over the chaos, ”C’Mon, Cordy! Is that all you got!” and laugh as he set fire to something.
Her finger snapped up, meaning both to be silent [as if she needed to tell him] and telling him to stay there in the shadows while she assessed things. It would probably drive him nuts- Ackley was a man of action. Oh, well. He knew what he was getting into when the decision was made to have the two of them go to on a job together. The rest of her fingers extended to give him a cheeky wave before he bounded off into the direction of the house.
Maybe she was showing off her Level two blood a bit, making use of her red Fox linage to leap and bound towards the house silently. Her outfit of tight green pants that were cut off right above the knee and a white wife beater [that had been used, washed and reused so often it was almost tan] made it easy for her to move. Her red hair, like most often, wasn’t brushed- but it was sloppily pulled back into a ponytail. Tucked behind her left ear was a thin metal tube about four inches long; her weapon, the Blow Dart. The metal, nail like darts were plentiful and in one of the cargo pockets of her pants. Her knife, a six inch serrated edge, was in its holder and clipped on the waist of her pants, at the small of her back.
With one swift movement, she jumped up, her hands gripping at the window ledge. Using her foot against the wall as leverage, she pulls herself up and peers into the window. Dark- but she could make out the outline of kitchen furniture. Closing her eyes she breathes in through her nose. That wasn’t her strongest scent and she couldn’t pick up anything. However, she was confident in not seeing or hearing anything move, that it was safe. Cordelia’s fingers found the bottom of the window sill and with one yank, pulled it upward and open. Again, she paused. Still, safe. Without turning around, she motioned for Ackley to come forward.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 22, 2009 0:09:00 GMT -5
The night was absolutely beautiful, perfect for this type of job. There was no moon out, so they had the complete darkness to cover them. Dim candle lights from inside the homes seemed much brighter then usual against the complete darkness, and to Ackley’s eyes, every shadow the bound across the street in front of those houses seemed a threat. He followed mostly right beside Cordelia as the made the great trip from their camp to the home of this very important man all in one night. He stepped with great care as soon as they got within the city’s limits, and was nearly on tip toe as they made their way over fences and walls to get into the neighborhood. With each new area, he took it all in. Noting the type of security they had, the people, the way the building were structured, everything. Later on these details would be written down and put away with his other notes of these type of places. He hated the Powers so much, but that's all he could think about on some days, it would just completely consume him.
When Ackley saw Cordelia's sly grin, he gave his own version of her smile in response. He wanted to kill this man, that's what he really wanted to do to this horrible Mr.Bindley, but it was impossible to do so. He was valuable, to the enemy, and to them, so he'd have to live through this little event. From what he did know about Mr.Bindley was that he was a sort of heavy-built man, but not much else. As much as he knew, he was a Type 2, just like him. But with the life that this man lives, the life of plenty, of greed and gluttony, he could imagine just how easy it would be to get inside and snatch him up. They would just have to be light footed, and keep this damn man silent.
Hunting was just as enjoyable to him as was the kill. You could never tell by the looks of him that Ackley had killed men, but he had. Even Cordelia was quite skeptic about his claims. He kept very still and quiet as they paused for a moment, and he didn't even make a sound of complaint when she went before him. He was all fine with that, it was much better to go one at a time when they were finally entering the target building then together. But still, he hated waiting for his turn in these situations. Ackley knew it was too far into the game to start showing impatience and screw everything up just because he wanted to rush things.
Putting himself into every shadow possible as he followed a similar path as Cordelia's. He made it across the opening of grass, then back against the solid structure of the house, and waited a moment. He grinned under his black mask, only the skin around his brown eyes was shown. He wore the long sleeved and fitting black pants that he wore any other time he did this sort of job. The glasses he usually donned weren't there, not wanting to risk anything reflective on his person to give them away. The only real true difference was his thin soled shoes were missing from his feet, he had taken the idea Cordelia had, and gone barefoot along with her. His knife was covered, the sheath tied tightly around his left thigh. Around his right was rope, rolled up tightly and tied at either end so it wouldn't flop about as he ran.
Steadying for the leap up, he waited until he was sure Cordelia was safe while inside, and reached upwards for the ledge. He had to gather himself once more, getting his balance, and looking about the room. It was dark, and empty. He moved forward, his feet adjusting the feeling of the solid floor instead of the soil, waiting and listening, then taking a few steps. Barely just a hint of the movement in the kitchen, he let out an exhale and moved in that direction, looking for the familiar red hair before he actually entered it. He made a motion to let her know that there was nothing wrong outside when he came in, and no new noises, though he knew she probably would have heard any sort of commotion, he did it moreso to calm himself by breaking the slow motions he had been going through most of the night.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 22, 2009 0:53:41 GMT -5
Cordelia had been at the entrance of the kitchen; eyes closed and focusing on her sense of sound to locate anything moving in the nearby vicinity when Ackley had entered. Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to look over at him; an approving smile on her face. He was getting real good at this; only the fact that she was expecting him helped her to hear him enter. Had she not known, she would have heard little disturbance. For someone that was a Type Two that was little less than amazing. Her head bobbed up and down acknowledging his informative hand motions. True, she would have heard it herself- but she did not want to take away from the teamwork dynamic; so there was no need to burst his bubble. Besides, Cordelia knew Ackley- and she knew he was probably just antsy.
Sliding to one side of the doorframe, she left enough room for him to move up and join her at the opening. They were in now, and from the outlines she could make up from outside of the room; they had enough space to work closer together. It would be easier for him to move around, since he couldn’t see what she could see. There were lit torches in very few nooks about the house; so there was a faint glow. However, the last thing that they needed was for either one of them to walk into a piece of furniture or decoration and wake the whole household up. Again, she scratched the back of her calve with her foot. Maybe they ran through a patch of something on their way. It was annoying her.
Once he was at her side again, she put that ever powerful index finger up. Long fingers reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out three darts; each about an inch and a half in length. The side that she stuck between her teeth was flat; easy for her to move them around with her teeth safely. The other end was a doozy, hand sanded to the finest point. Many times Cordelia had drawn her own blood hastily collecting darts in the midst of battle. Thane wouldn’t use those ”dang things” as he called them. He didn’t have the patience for them and he sure in the hell wasn’t about to injure himself trying to use them. But, Cordelia loved them and she was ready to inflict pain on anyone that should try and foil their kidnapping plan.
Now they could finally get to the good part. The part they had both been waiting for. Using her pointer and middle finger she tapped on her shoulder twice, pointed heavenward twice, crossed them together, uncrossed them and pointed down the hallway. In words, “Hey Ackley; we’re going up sticking together, you lead.” Why the second floor? Well, she didn’t know if he could hear it, put there was a faint sound of snoring coming from the upstairs. They were going to stick together, because it would probably work more effectively. If there were Level One guards here it wasn’t going to do them any good either way; they weren’t heavily armed. But- the actual kidnapping process was much easier when there were two people to handle the body. And because she had the long range weapon and the ability to catch an “intruder” [the irony of the word!]; she was better being his back-up. He could focus on finding the rotten man of Power and she could focus on things around them.
With a toss of her head, she sent her red bangs flying from in front of her eyes as she bent her knees lowering herself a little. As if reassuring herself, she ran her tongue against the back of the darts. One, two, three. The pipe was pulled from behind her ear and she held it firmly in “ready” position- pressed between her thumb and two fingers, arm bent holding the metal tube near her chin.
Ackley wouldn’t even need to ask- Cordelia was ready.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 22, 2009 1:43:59 GMT -5
Ackley took up the place beside her as they continued through out the house. He gazed over at her from time to time, watching her actions to see if he could tell if she was hearing anything that would lead them to the man or too some type of security. He was paranoid in this sort, and he figured so was she. These men always had something to protect them. But even with this in mind, he hoped that perhaps this man had too big of an ego to accept anything to protect him, or just didn't think anyone had the guts to climb into his own home. These people regarded everything as theirs. This large home could easily hold two medium families, but here he was hogging it all to himself. He'd reach an arm out beside him as they made it through the rooms filled with just dim light from the flames set upon the walls, he had to take note of his balance and everything around him. Cordelia made him all sorts of nervous when they did these jobs together, she did these things so much easier then he did, she could hear and see tons better then he could. He relied on her senses.
He gave two quick nods and gave a quick glance around. If Cordelia heard something, then there had to be some stairs close by. They moved together for a few more feet, he didn't see the stairs until they were only a few feet from them on the opposite side of the room they were in. Waiting a moment before he took the lead, he knew that she was ready, but was he? He had been so impatient the entire time, and just could not wait to get this man in his hands, but now all he could think was the infinite ways this could go wrong for him. He had to shake it, looking back over his shoulder to see the reassurance of Cordelia completely ready for just about anything that went down, he felt a bit better, and went forward.
Each step was agonizing. The steps were made of a thin worn down wood, which shown the effects of heavy use. So with each time he laid down a bare foot, it creaked just a little. To test each spot, he would reach out an arm to use the wall as balance, stretch a leg out and push down lightly and slowly. Soon enough he found the right step in the stairs that gave close to no creak, and he pushed himself up against the wall and followed the small creak-free path along the right of the stairs. He had yet to get his knife out, there was no use. He had terrible aim with it without his glasses on, so it would only become useful if someone got close enough for him. The scenario of someone standing still long enough for him to squint, stare and aim was quite unlikely, and he'd probably end up missing anyways.
The steps were over with. He leaned over a little, crouching down closer towards the floor, grabbing the step below the main floor to balance himself, and looked to his right, then to his left. There was two doors to the right, it was a pretty long hallway. But he saw no bodies within the hallway in that direction, or in the other. The left side contained only one door, and a much shorter, almost non-existent hall way. Big thick candles were set upon metal shelves along the walls to light them, only a few were burning every so odd feet, so the lighting was quite dim to him. He waited, holding his breathe so he could gathering every sound possible. There was the snoring that must've tipped her off. Confident in his surveying, he moved forward, but slowly still so he wouldn't be caught off guard by crazy loud creeks before he could correct himself. To the right they would go, it was getting louder now, and he knew they went the right way. Perhaps there were guards in the bedroom itself? Or waited in an extra room for any extra sounds?
His eyes wandered to the right of the hall way, the two main doors of the hallway he had seen earlier were too the left. He stopped dead in his tracks. There was a opening in the wall, but it was completely black inside. He was quite tempted to go back a few steps, but instead glanced back over his shoulder towards Cordelia. He moved forward three long steps and pressed his ear against the door. The snoring was intense inside this room, and it sounded like an awful condition.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 22, 2009 14:02:35 GMT -5
Paranoid, no. There wasn’t time to be nervous, scared, worried or anything of the sort. Those were feelings you have before hand, on your way to the job. And even then she barely had those feelings anymore. If you were wound up to tightly, if you had any feelings of doubt, that was what caused you to make mistakes. A slight disturbance could make you jump and bang into something, make a noise out of being startled. Other than the freebies she did for Ackley; Cordelia got far too much for these jobs to have nerves mess her up. With that in mind, every time she would feel her companions eyes dart to her; she’d give him small gestures of reassurance. Smiles, an eyebrow movement, once even a funny face. Or as funny as the redhead could make with dangerous nails sticking from between her lips.
Whatever; Ackley would find it humorous.
At the bottom of the stairs she stood to her full 5’10” and instead of watching Ackley ascend them, her green orbs flitted upwards watching the second floor. If he’s creaking, though barely audible, tipped anything off upstairs- she wanted to be able to get to them before they got to him. Her left hand, being that it was not holding her blowing instrument, reached down and opened the cargo pocket which held extra nails. Thane had mentioned that he would appreciate if she started using gloves. ”My wife’s hand’s be lookin’ much like she tried to grab a shark!” he complained. Cordelia ignored the remark; mostly because he had been talking to someone else about it. No extra pins were grabbed, yet. There was no need to get herself excited for a fight when there would most likely not be one.
Again, Cordelia smelled the air. Nothing, really. She could detect a faint smell of sweat- which was probably the fat, snoring man. Then there was the undeniable smell of Ackley, one that she could ignore and bypass because she knew what that was. There was something strange in the air. Not anything alarming. In quite, quite the opposite. Not the soft smell of children or the powdery aroma of a woman other than herself. It wasn’t animalistic, either. What was it? Sort of spicey, certainly foreign to the household and coming from upstairs. Suddenly, it hit her and a wolfish grin formed on her face.
Once Ackley was up the stairs Cordelia conquered them in a very different fashion. Her cargo pocket was button closed and she returned her pipe behind her ear. Wiggling her body she loosened her limbs and then began her challenge. She rushed up them, barely touching the wood in a very strange foot, hand, foot, hand combination; skipping at least three stairs in between each one. Yes, she had tapped into her Level One roots and used the pad foot fox approach. And it worked. With minimal creaking and less than half the time of Ackley’s, she was at the top of the stairs, straightening herself up. This time as she walked towards him, already listening to the sounds behind the politicians door, she walked upright without hiding. With the way she was smiling at him, he would have to know they were in no trouble, no trouble at all. Better stated, no trouble at the moment. If there were guards, they weren’t up here.
”He has a whore in there, Ackley,” Cordelia said, her raspy voice breaking the hours of silence they had previously had. The metal pipe remained behind her ear and she had spit the nails out into her hand. This time, her free hand dug into the opposite pocket. Ackley knew what was in that pocket- they were more for him than they were for her. Luckily they had brought just one. But, knowing Ackley and his love for words, flair for drama- he would probably only use one.
Holding her hand open, palm up, and her grin returned an eyebrow rose in question. There in her hand lay the root of a plant- a plant she strayed far away from. Biting down on this root sent you into a haze. A drug that numbed your senses and reflexes- a sedative if you will. Enough of it could put someone in a coma or ruin their brain forever. Some even used tiny bits of it recreationally. The piece, about an inch in length, that she held in her hand had been carefully precut. Now, if Ackley was going to actually use it and on whom, she had no idea. But Cordelia was excited to see how the events would unfold.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 22, 2009 19:12:15 GMT -5
There wasn't any trouble to be worried about. It eased Ackley's mindset tremendously to see Cordelia walkin' about and just smiling. He moved from the door a little, so his feet wouldn't block the small amount of light that would enter the room from the cracks. He leaned against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other for a brief moment. His arms also crossed over his chest, he tilted his head a little to listen to what Cordelia said, it took a moment to let her voice soak in and register her words. A whore? How in the world did she know what? He uncrossed his ankles and took a few steps from the wall, and tried his hardest to hold back a laugh. So instead the biggest grin ever crawled over his face, though Cordelia would only notice anything if she paid attention to his eyes.
A slight pause was there while neither of them took any action, or at least it felt like they were doing nothing. Then finally Cordelia pulled something from one of her pockets. He had to squint a little to get a look at it, then he smiled and leaned back. He pinched it from her hand, and carefully placed it inside his right pocket for later on. Instantly his thoughts whirred from earlier when he had thought about this tiny root. But now there was another person that he could easily give this too. But that would make no sense other then to just torture the poor woman. Well perhaps not poor, because if she was sleeping with someone like this man, he was paying her good marks. Hopefully. He was a disgusting sickening man. Ackley shivered just thinking about having to tie this man up and stuff him out of the house and actually taking him to a camp. It had to be done though. He patted the pocket a bit, and moved on, nodding to Cordelia that he was indeed ready himself for these actions.
Quiet as a mouse, Ackley removed the knife from the sheath on his leg and gripped it tightly in his left hand, his right steadied the handle of the door. He waited for a loud snore to come up, and turned the handle quickly. The door gave no creek, it slid open with great ease. Ackley pushed it aside quickly and stepped to the side so that Cordelia could come up beside him. He squinted, over looking the room, and then slowly shut the door behind them once Cordelia was out of the door's path. He didn't shut it all the way, but let the metal piece rest against the door frame instead.
His heart skipped a few beats when he noticed movement. The snoring was louder now that they were actually inside the room, and he smelt the perfume that must've tipped off his partner beforehand. He stopped in his tracks and took note of every single item that he could in the room. Could they try and do this without waking the woman? If she woke up, what in the world would they do? He could try and slip her the plant, but he had intended to slip it to the region president while he was asleep, then they could just tie him up and carry him off. But this woman changed everything. The room seemed hotter then normal, which made him once more, a little antsy.
Turning his head for a moment to look at Cordelia, he made up his mind. He'd slip it to the woman, who'd probably stay asleep for a good amount of time, and wake up with little to no clue what was going on, and probably just quietly leave without a second thought of the man missing from the bed. Though they came here to get the man for ransom, they needed as much time to get away and hide him well enough away before they went public with their demands. If he started to get difficult, they could just knock him out. He had his rope with him to restrain the man anyways. Ackley had to leave Cordelia's side and move slowly around the other side of the bed. He did this as quickly as possible while still being as quiet as he could be. It wasn't too hard at all. With the loud snoring covering up anything that might make a noise, he made it over quite quickly and plucked the root from his pocket. It was tiny, so he figured it would be quite easy to get into the woman's mouth. He had to wait to get a good focus on her face, which he found she slept on the side of her face, her mouth agape and drool covering the pillow. He made a disgusted face under his mask for a moment, and then tried to get the job done.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 22, 2009 23:34:56 GMT -5
When the root was taken from her hand, she used her other hand to dust it off. Though she didn’t make a lot of noise, she obviously wasn’t as cautious as she was earlier. The contact between her palms made soft wiping noises and as she wiped her hands against the front of her tank-top, she sniffled a little. It was similar to walking around your home after laying a temperamental baby down to sleep. Not that Cordelia had much experience with them; but she could empathize. She gave her calve another scratch, this time with her fingers, as she watched her partner take out his weapon.
Although she didn’t think this particular job was going to break out into anything epic; she followed suit. Instead of a far range weapon, she took out her knife, also. Cordelia was better with usage of the knife with her right hand, but just in case she needed fast access to the metal pipe behind her ear, she flipped the knife up into the air and cleanly caught the handle with her left hand. There was no showing off for the sake of Ackley, because his back was turned towards her, opening the door. No; not even with her ears could she hear the motion over the snore.
Cordelia was used to more action than this and she wasn’t sure if she was alarmed or apprehensive. Where was this man’s security? Never in her years of being in this field, or even beforehand when she was a Fugitive Collector, had anything been this smooth. It alarmed her because nothing should be that easy; which made her think something very, very bad was about to happen. This in turn, of course, made her apprehensive. Still; the senses don’t lie- she didn’t hear, smell or see anything out of the ordinary and unless the Powers found a way to turn people invisible. . . Oh, shit. Cordelia didn’t even want to think about that.
Strolling in after him, she surveyed the room with her keen eyesight. It was typical. Nothing worth noting or remembering- which meant there was nothing worth taking back to the camp. That wouldn’t satisfy her at all. Sure they would have the fat man, but she wanted documents. Something concrete and in writing that could be looked at over and over again. There wasn’t crap. And, really, they didn’t have time to look for anything. Maybe after she helped Ackley get him out of the house and in a safer place; he’d be okay with her coming back to look around. Or maybe she was just antsy. Yeah, that was probably it.
When Ackley looked over at her, she turned her hand palm up towards the ceiling and motioned for him to take care of business. As an afterthought, she turned back towards the door and pulled it open. If they were going to be ambushed, she rather not do it with both of them in the room, back faced towards the door- they’d be cornered in with a minimal amount of weapons. It didn’t take a genius of battle to equate that to a bad time. Much like the stance that Ackley took earlier, she leaned against the door frame, her arms crossing in front of her chest; knife resting against her bicep.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she sniffed the air again. The low, thick gray clouds that they had seen earlier that had foretold rain- they were about to burst. No sooner did she discover that did the fat pelts of water start hitting the side of the house. That was a good and a bad thing. The good thing was they could make a little more noise without having to worry. The bad news? Other things could make more noise and over the loud downpour. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at Ackley. The man was still asleep, everything was fine- hopefully the rain didn’t throw her partner off kilter.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 23, 2009 1:01:11 GMT -5
He didn't move from his position until he was sure that the woman had swallowed the small root. Or at least had it in her mouth and would eventually swallow it. Either way, he knew they were pretty safe from anyone but the Dream Lord seeing this lady anytime soon. Ackley circled back around the bed to the tremendous snoring mound under the blankets just as Cordelia did another one of her hand motions and turned towards the door to open it. He noted the motion, and decided to take action. So he wiped the sides of the blade against his jeans with one hand, and the other just pulled off his mask. He didn't want anything to bother him while he tried to do this stuff, and the mask made him feel constricted, even though it didn't hold him back at all. Just as he heard the rain coming down suddenly, and it was coming down pretty hard, he was stuffing the mask into his back pocket. Ackley smiled, the sound of rain calmed him, it reminded him of home. He gave a thumbs up to Cordelia, and grinned, this time she could see it since there was no mask.
Even though he was much calmer from the sound of rain, he was still a little worried. Much like what his partner was thinking was the "why was there nothing here to stop us?" Perhaps he sent them away so he could bring the whore in unnoticed, perhaps he had a wife that was away and didn't want her to hear through gossip via the guards. Or maybe they had come in during shift change or some kind of break and they'd come poppin' up and waving their sharp and blunt weapons in their face as they usually did for every sort of event Ackley was a part of. He always thought they were pretty rude for doing that. Sometimes he wondered what the guards were like at home. Did they break out their stick and beat people with it if they found something terribly boring?
Tugging a bit at the strings that kept the rope in place against his leg, he started to quietly unravel it, taking one end in hand, wrapping it around his palm and making a fist. It wasn't too terribly long, just enough for his wrists, perhaps around his chest and arms together, and ankles. There may be a bit leftover, but that was stretching it. He switched hands with the knife for a moment, putting it in the same hand as the rope, and with the empty one started to pull back the covers. Even though the heavy fall of rain and the background noise of upcoming thunder could cover them, he still wanted to be careful with his motions.
Ackley took a deep breathe in, the man moved a bit slightly disturbed by the sudden cold he must've been feeling when the covers were pulled back. He took one last look around the room, then began to go through the final motions of their ultimate intentions; typing this goddamn man up and taking him with them against his will. Like he really had any, he'd been doing as he was told his entire life. Turning the knife around in his hand so he didn't go to knock the man out with the sharp end and mess up everything, and then he did his job. Ackley put a knee down on the bed, and the snoring softened, like he was slowly waking up just from that. Somehow Ackley felt a little off, but he continued on. Putting more weight onto the bed, this time the man shifted some, and he stirred a bit more, rolling onto his side facing away from Ackley and stretching his arms under his pillow. Ackley nearly laughed. This was getting ridiculous. It was now or never. So he reached down with his rope and wrapped it twice around the exposed wrist. This was when the man truly woke up.
He flipped over, Ackley lost grip of his rope for a moment, but it was still around his hand, just no longer tightly gripped. The man's eyes grew all big and he started to stammer. "You! I know who you are." Ackley just stared. "And?" He let his laughter flow freely from his lips, then shook his head. The man's voice rose just a tiny bit, and Ackley struck him with the butt of the knife a few good times. "Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" he growled as his arm went down with the strikes. The man unwillingly complied, but not with a groan of complaint. But just like everything else, he did as he was told. As an odd habit, Ackley once more wiped the sides of the knife along his pants, then gripped it properly again. He cut the rope in half, tossing one half towards Cordelia for her to have and perhaps help with tying around his chest and arms. He continued with his task before the man had rudely interrupted him, and brought his right arm back and tied it separately, then brought the wrists together and wrapped the rope around a few times, then tied it real tight. The woman on the other side of the bed didn't even stir.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 23, 2009 13:45:01 GMT -5
She laughed softly, under her breath when Ackley gave her the thumbs up. Although she knew his demeanor would change once he was closer to the action, she wasn’t expecting such apparent glee. Though she knew better, Cordelia also kind of looked at Ackley as the leader of the Rebellion. Sure, yeah, he viewed himself as more of a voice- but he was the only person that could “commander”, if you will, the Morgan’s. All jobs they did for Ackley were free. He was their friend and they believed in him and his points. Other “voices” around the camps didn’t do anything for them. Either they were echoes of Ackley or they didn’t seem as genuine or passionate. Thane had a bit more violent approach than Ackley and sometimes the two butted heads over the levels of aggression that should be used- they were old friends that knew that they needed each other. Cordelia respected Ackley more than most of those in the camp. He spoke upon what he believed in and acted accordingly. That was a big thing to her.
The blade of her knife was stuck between her teeth and she pulled the tie that held her hair back from her face. As she moved her fingers through her hair like a comb, she heard the thudding noises and Ackley grumbling at the fat idiot. Again, she peeked over her shoulder at him, her fingers working together to bring her unruly red hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. Luckily for her counterpart she had her mouth full at the moment; if not she would have made a wiseass joke about his mental stability. Convinced she had most of her hair in submission; she tied it with the thin pieces of material and took the knife out of her mouth. But before she could say anything to him, she heard and then smelled something. Narrowing her eyes, she reached up and caught the rope and then simply stepped out of the room.
Closing the door behind her, she first focuses her listening to the left and then to the right. Something was stirring. Something of medium size, she smelled the air, not a child. Something didn’t feel right and she smelled the air again. Maybe a child? Heavens. Cordelia sheathed her knife [which would have made Thane hit the roof and give her a good knock upside the head] and turned right, walking slowly against the wall. She heard a yawn. Soft, dainty. Yes, a girl. But not one incredibly young. It, she, was rising. She rushed towards the door and stood not a yard in front of it, hands resting on her hips. It was too risky to have the knife out and risk scaring the child. And if the Childs father, which Cordelia assumed he was, had whores around all the time- maybe the girl wouldn’t be alarmed to see another woman walking around the house.
Not more than two seconds later the door opened, a petite girl of no older than sixteen years stood in front of her. Cordelia noted that she would have been a very beautiful girl- except she looked exhausted, worn down . . . and she was with child. The sight made Cordelia soften immediately with pity; this is what Thane would call one of her ‘bloody woman moments’. The girls blue eyes went from sleepy, to startled, and finally to recognition and fear. She knew who Cordelia was. ”Are you hear to kill me?” asked the tiny voice, her lower lip trembling. It broke Cordelia’s heart to see the girls arms wrap her around her pregnant belly protectively- still, the Rebels face stayed cool and passive as she observed.
”No one here dies tonight, if all goes well. State your claim.” Although Cordelia pretty much told the girl she was in the clear, nothing changed of the girls behavior, ”Sage Bindley; aged fifteen years. I claim the Bindley’s of Formosa; by marriage.” The sick in Cordelia’s stomach intensified when she heard that this poor girl was the man’s wife.
”And before you married?”
Finally, the girl started to stand straighter, but her eyes did not leave the floor, ”The Gaiman’s of Numedia; Lenore, to be exact.” So, she had been a Rebel.
”Collect your belongings. Only what you can carry. I have a home in Shay, I can take you back to your family.” The tears that were threatening to fall from the girls eyes finally spilled over as she was overcome with happiness. Before Sage could say it, Cordelia answered, ”You pay me now. I want you to take a pillowcase and fill it with books and papers. Official paperwork- I need seals on them, Sage of Lenore. You won’t be responsible for the burden- so pack it thick. Go now, wait in the kitchen when youre done. Make it quick- we will leave without you.” The girl opened her mouth to ask about the ‘we’ but thought better of it and nodded, heading back into the room again.
She tried to fight it- but as she turned away; the small smile won. Ackley wouldn’t mind, he was all about helping ‘brothers & sisters’- right? He would be proud of her. Usually she didn't show this kind of human compassion for a stranger. Of the husband and wife duo- hane was much more of a free feeler than she was. Maybe The Voice and The Radical were rubbing off on her. They always spoke of the guard she had up. Which reminded her. ”Sage?” Cordelia had turned back towards the door, leaning into the room. Sage had already gotten her sling bag full of clothes. ”Where are your hus- Where is his guards?”
Moments later Cordelia bursted into the room, almost taking the door down. ”Ackley- the guards. He takes them with him to drink and pick up whores at the pub. They may or may not come back any fucking time now- but they’ll be swimming in piss and booze. OH! And I found something, well; someone, else!” With a victorious grin on her face, she covers the distance of the room, ready to help Ackley with whatever last minute business he had to take care of; telling her story.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 23, 2009 15:14:54 GMT -5
Not really surprised about Cordelia suddenly just leaving the room. He figured if she left, there was good reason behind it. She certainly wasn't just going for a stroll. So he continued with his task, with some ease. The only problem was that this man was a only few times heavier then Ackley himself, and much taller. He felt like he was trying to tie up a big oak tree at some points. But he got it done, admiring his handiwork of the knots he tied. Now that this was done, they had to turn back and go through the same daunting task of being quiet and avoiding people, but with a heavy man as their luggage. When Cordelia entered the room again, he jumped a little. Not by her coming in, but by the sudden jabbering of a story she had as soon as she entered. He raised a brow, then focused on what she was saying. Taking a seat on the bed, leaning his lower back against his tied up hostage, and crossed his arms.
When someone came with an exciting yet very important story to tell him, he'd usually tilt his head a bit, so he seemed to be looking to the side of the person, but he was trying to let his ears take it all in and not focus on much else. If the speaker's words were fast and hard to understand, he'd close his eyes and lean towards the person. The only time he really made eye contact while speaking to someone, was if he was the one talking. He didn't start the eyes closed and leaning part until Cordelia mentioned the "someone else" part of her sentence. The guard part was partially noted in his mind, they could easily deal with piss drunk guards.
She may as well taken all the plans he had in his mind and thrown a brick right through them. Actually several bricks. With an extra person, a young person, a young pregnant person, everything seemed to change. He flicked his eyes open once he had taken in all her words of information on the girl, and smiled. "Well, I'm surprised Cordelia." He pushed himself up from the bed and uncrossed his arms. "This should be the other way around. Me telling you that we're bringing her with us. It's great!" Smiling, he then turned his attention back towards the man on the bed, crossing his arms again.
His voice didn't give any hint of the fear that he had for this girl coming along with them, or the agitation he felt in general for how everything was sort of thrown up in the air mixed up. If she was truly a Rebel who's family resided in Lenore, a place that he spent most of his time at when he wasn't doing things like this or making his speeches and traveling all over (which was very rare these days), then he would do anything to get her out of this hell whole and back to her real home. He'd rather risk it and have the chance of reuniting that girl with her parents then not risk it and feel guilty for the rest of his life about it. Cordelia probably knew this. There was no way Ackley would not want the girl to come with them. As long as Sage knew the dangers and kept quiet, he'd be fine with it. Besides, the girl came with presents for the Rebellion as well. This was nearly a dream come true.
Enlisting Cordelia's help, he lifted the man from the bed. It was tons easier to carry him down the stairs then he expected. It would be easier if the man was awake, but then he'd make all sorts of noises, and Ackley was getting a headache. It would just be a bad situation for all. When the reached the kitchen, Ackley jutted out an arm very quickly and shifted a seat towards them to plop the man down. He met the seat with a very heavy thud. The girl was already there. Her bag of stuff slung over her shoulder, the other which must've been the books and papers, sat on the table. He steadied the man in the seat, watching him warily. Bindley seemed to be showing signs that he was going to wake up soon, Ackley was getting antsy. He wanted to get out of there before the guards showed up, piss drunk or not, they'd definitely be loud.
Ackley didn't want to be rude, so he introduced himself to the young lady. Offering his right hand out to shake hers, she timidly dragged her hand from her side. Quickly Ackley shook her hand, clasping his other hand over hers as he did and bowed his head a little as he spoke his hellos. Then it was back to business, taking the bag of heavy documents and books over his shoulder. He looked over at Cordelia at that last moment, rolling his shoulders to adjust the weight of the bag. Voices were outside the home, if they were the guard's drunken voices or just other drunk people, he didn't know. But he could guess. And he'd rather not really have to deal with those fools. He made several hand motions, all of which meant "Let's hurry the fuck up and get our shit together. We've got to go!" in some way or another.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 23, 2009 16:56:19 GMT -5
When Ackley began to commend her on her decision, she didn’t say anything. She sort of shrugged it off as if to say, ‘Well, whatever’ and watched him unfold and fold his arms like some sort of dance. That was another habit she picked up from him- the folding of arms. ”Awrite, then; Ackley!” Thane would tease, whenever her head would cock to the side and her arms, as if having a mind of their own, would pretzel themselves on her chest. When he turned back to the man, she relaxed a little. The praise over her act of humanitarianism was over. Her partner probably assumed she wouldn’t want to talk about it, or acknowledge what she did. However, talk about what an amazing job she did throwing a knife into an enemy’s chest from an almost impossible distance away- and she’d beam and blush while thanking you.
Helping Ackley lift the man actually made her groan. How could anyone let them get to such a size? Sure, he couldn’t help his height- but the extra padding he had around his muscles was anything but healthy. It certainly wasn’t attractive, either. Thinking about this disgusting man forcing himself on that young girl made her want to hit him a few times. Now, Ackley’s random violet outburst from earlier seemed like retribution. Cordelia didn’t even want to touch him; but she had to help Ackley get this piece of trash around. As they descended the stairs, Cordelia stood behind them, trying her best to balance the man’s weight to help keep Ackley from buckling. It was a task; but it worked.
Once the Politician was dropped into the chair, Cordelia watched as the older man’s eyes nervously followed Ackley. When he saw that his “wife” was there, something dark- angry, even- that flitted through his eyes. It took everything in Cordelia not to kick him in the face. Instead, she grabbed his chin violently and forced him to look at her. Yes, that’s what she wanted to see. Fear. ”We’re taking her with us, you-“ and that’s when she heard it, the sound of uneven steps from behind them. Not directly behind- but nearing the front door. Her head snapped to look in Ackley’s direction, but he was busy making small talk. So like him, Cordelia couldn’t even be mad. Besides, from what she could gather, there were only two, maybe three, of them. And they reeked of booze.
Ah, and finally they had gotten Ackley’s attention. A smile spread across her face and she nodded. This was her job. Moments like this are what provided her income. ”Ackley, Sage- pay attention; I only have enough time to go through this once. Sage- How many buggies does this pig have?” As long as it was more than one, Cordelia didn’t care. It was four- that was ideal It would make a little more work than what she wanted- but fine. And their location? Clear on the other side of the house. Great. That was terrible- but not the worst scenario.
”This is the plan. We’re going to first get fatso here out of the window. I’m going to create a diversion, get them in the house. While I do so, get her out first- then you follow. Leave the fat man in the rain for awhile. Anyway; go get two buggies, disable the other two,” Cordelia handed Sage her knife, the girl reluctantly took it. The guards were close, but not close enough for panic. They’d have time to get the Politician out before they were pressed for time. Besides, they most likely wouldn’t come to the kitchen. Right? ”Girl, I want you to take you and those books Ackley has and go straight to the Liza Campgrounds. I promise we’ll meet you there.” Cordelia took off the ring with the Rebel insignia that she wore on her wedding ring finger and put it in the girl’s hand. ”Tell the first person you see that you need to be taken to Thane Morgan. You will get no problems. We will be there shortly; if he begins to ask questions- tell him that his wife said she’ll handle him.” Though she was talking fast, she needed to wrap it up, ”Ackley; we’re going to get in the buggy together and mess with these guys for just a second to give her a head start- then go the long way to Liza. While I’m in here I’ll stock up, don’t you worry! Now; let’s get him out.”
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Post by Ackley on Apr 24, 2009 0:42:38 GMT -5
Listening to Cordelia's instructions very well, he did his usual listening gesture, and nodded every time she paused. Looking over at the man who sat in the chair, still a bit dazed, but there. Stuffing him through a window out into the rain didn't seem like such a bad idea. Ackley turned around towards the table again and tied the bag of books and documents up tightly, and handed it to the young girl. "Be careful," he whispered, then turned back to Cordelia. "Ready for this?" He was, but first- he paused for a moment to stretch his fingers over his eyelids and rub them. He needed his damn glasses, his head was beginning to hurt from all this eye strain. But he could easily live through a headache, that was really the least of his worries right now.
Getting a very large man out of the room via a window, was quite hilarious to Ackley. Deciding to help things a little, he ran to the other side of the kitchen, turned the lock upon between the window panes, and pushed them out into the rainy night. Water splashed in from the harsh rain. "Hope you don't mind the rain Mr.Bindley!" Then he quickly dashed to the other side of the room to help carry him over. So as he grabbed hold of one end of the man, and Cordelia the other, he strained under the man's weight, and laughed at the same time. It was sort of a deep strained groan that steadily worked into a very odd laugh. The man swayed a little, but finally they had him steady, and with a few good pushes, he was getting through the window. Ackley looked around in the middle of it all, still pushing him forward, and made sure there was no one in the kitchen yet. Good, he thought, they were still in the clear. Ackley lurched forward a little as the last bit of the man went out of the window. He heard the wet thud outside, a groan, and then he quickly leaned forward against the windowsill and peered down and doubled checked on the man.
Cordelia was ready. So he didn't even need to ask or even motion to her about anything at all. He just gave a nod for a job well done on that task, and he moved onto his side of the plan. Getting the girl outside, and then destroying two of the buggies, leaving one for them and one for the girl in total. Pushing Sage a little so she wouldn't continue to stand there like a complete statue, then grabbed her wrist so she'd stay close. "Is there a fast way to get to the buggies?" Ackley bent down a little to be on level with the younger girl who was much shorter then he. She couldn't of reached any higher then five foot four, if that. She muttered a few words under her breathe, then pointed towards the opposite side of the kitchen, where there was of course a door that Ackley had missed all together. He cursed himself under his breath, and went in that direction instead of the completely opposite one, which would've led him through the house and out the front door. That would've been wonderful.
Before they left the kitchen area, he took the heavy bag of books and carried it himself, figuring it wouldn't be very nice to let the young girl have to carry the heavy things and her stuff, while he carried nothing. Then as they had everything set, they stepped outside, leaving Cordelia behind. The rain was pretty harsh, his bare feet sunk right into the muddy ground and he was up to his ankles in rain water that had collected along the dirt path leading to the garage with the buggies in it. He didn't mind one bit though, he loved the feeling of the mud on his feet, so he kind of enjoyed this seemingly daunting task. The only thing was how he was going to disable the buggies once he got to them, hopefully he could just puncture the wheels and stuff. That ought to do the job, right?
Inside the garage, which was bigger then some of the homes that Ackley had lived in, there were the four golden buggies they were after. He quickly got one of the doors open, and helped the girl inside, tossing the books into the backseat. "Don't worry," he said, gripping the side of the door, "we're gonna distract them. So just be safe and be careful. You'll be just fine." He gave a calm smile, which may have spooked her little considering the crazy situation they were in, then shut the door. The girl started to wave her arms, saying something quite important, that he didn't quite get while she was behind the glass. He opened the door again.
"Fire! Oh uhm- here" She jutted her hands out, a box full of matches. "Do you know how to start the engine?" Ackley paused, taking the matches in hand, then nodded quickly.
"I do now, it just took me a moment to remember. Will it take long to warm up?" Ackley started to take a few matches out of the box and roll them around between his fingertips, then looked past them and too the girl with an intense face. She just shook her head, "only a minute." He nodded, the girl shut the door and waited for him to light the flame under the hood so the steam engine, could well, produce steam. It would run slow, but that was faster then the pace he was currently working at. So he stepped it up a notch, flipping back the hood, lighting the match, lighting the appropriate wick, and all that jazz, and then shut the hood again. He could hear the water boiling up already, and the girl gave a thumbs up behind the wheel to reassure him that he did it just fine. Then he moved onto the buggies adjacent to that, and did the same thing, and once again the sound of gurgling water began. He pocketed some matches, ripped the strike area in half and pocketed it, then opened the passenger door of Sage's buggy and tossed the leftover matches and strike area into the seat and shut the door.
Next was the disabling the other buggies. He took out his knife, and walked around each one, digging his knife into the rubber and letting the knife drag down as far as he could get it to go in one long stretch. If that wasn't enough, he flipped up the hood, and started ripping out tubes, and tossing them inside the engine in random place. So they'd have to dig their hands into some tiny places to retrieve the plastic pieces out if they ever wanted to fix the damage he did to it. Sliding the knife across his leg, he put it back to it's rightful place, and then made shooing motions with his hands towards Sage. "Go go!" he said, laughing a little, but it was mostly from nerves. And she went!
Ackley stepped his walking stance to a quick running one, and flew from the inside of the garage to where the politician was, hopefully Cordelia was all well and they could drag the man back to the buggy and split.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 24, 2009 2:02:46 GMT -5
After the fat man was taken care of she shot a quick glance between Ackley and Sage. Sure, she could have switched roles in the plan with Ackley; but she had a feeling he would be better at handling the girl in such a situation. Cordelia had strong traits- patience wasn’t one of them. When he looked at her and gave her a sure nod- she started moving backwards towards the main entrance- pointing at them. The smile on her face was more than enough to let them know she was not only confident that everything was going to be okay; but that she was going to have the time of her life. Okay, maybe not of her life- but certainly the most fun today. Thane would be so jealous- fucking with people was his thing.
What Cordelia didn’t tell her teammates- was that she had no idea just how the hell she was going to keep the idiots busy while they secured the getaway. They didn’t need to know that. She had assuredly told them their plan; they were confident through her confidence. If she had shown them just the slightest doubt- there was a chance they would still be in that kitchen discussing what they were going to do. So she faked it. And now she was running back up the stairs without a clue in the world to how she was going to create a diversion. Carrying the fat man, causing a diversion, possibly having to fight drunken guards- WHY did they leave Thane at home again? Oh, that’s right- because there was a point in time when they had to be quiet. Yeah; that was impossible for Mr. Morgan.
Cordelia found herself in the Politicians room when the front doors finally opened. What did she have? A sedated hooker, some clothing, a desk with nothing on it, basic bedroom furniture . . . basically; NOTHING. They were loud- and there was three of them. Either she could drag this night out by starting a fight; or she could be smart about it and get out of there quickly. Not sure if which one she wanted yet, she made a smart choice- not to give them a decision. Picking up a shirt from the floor, she wraps her hair up in it so that her infamous flaming red hair wouldn’t give her away. Because, whether she wanted to or not, if she was identified as Cordelia Granger or Morgan- she’d have a nasty fight on her hands. She kept rolling with it, pulling her shirt off; leaving it hanging at her waist and then pulling her bra straps off of her arms. When she yanked the blanket off the hooker and wrapped it around herself- it gave the illusion she was naked.
Leaning against the door of the bedroom she yelled out, “AH MAH GAWD; I THANK SHES DAY-YUD!” Part of her heard Ackley heard that, to give him a good laugh. The other part hoped to God he was too busy doing their part of the plan to take notice. Thankfully, the guards did. ”Wha? Who’s there?” Heavens. Cordelia sighed impatiently and tried again, ”A GUESS OF YA BAWSS! COM QUICK- I THINK MAH FREN IS DAY-YUD!” That seemed to work better! She heard them rushing up the stairs, bumping into the wall and righting themselves before they got to the door. None of them had the decency to not ogle her as they came to survey the “murder scene”.
”Where is Mister-“
”In tha room with his wafe! I woke up ta. . . ta this! Ya see we wuh. . .” Cordelia managed to look shy. It was harder than keeping her composer and not hitting one of those perverts in the face. Then he lef us to sleep with his wafe! But then I woke up cus the rayn! He was gon an she, she-“ And cue the fake crying. Drunk idiots began checking her pulse and talking amongst themselves. There was a conflict. A dead hooker could be easily disposed. But with a wit- oh, no. Cordelia never thought of what they would want to do to a witness. ”I need some wahtah,” she croaked; and this was the truth. Without waiting for a response she turned out of the room, walked down the stairs and when she realized no one had thought to follow her [yet] she rushed into the kitchen.
Her plan, not the best. They were probably thinking of killing her. GOOD JOB, CORDELIA. ”Think, think, think,” she whispered tapping her fingers against her temple. To hell with it: It was Thane Morgan time. Ripping the sheet from around her she kicks it into a heap on the floor; the shirt around her hair met the same fate [though she was in a rush- she did take the time to put her bra back on correctly- but, the tank top was added to the heap]. She ran from the room and collected the table cloth and a small throw rug. When she was back in the kitchen she heard the footsteps leaving the bedroom. Time was pretty much smacking her in the face. Thankfully, this was a kitchen! She found lye and dumped it all over the clothes. The footsteps were slowly and clumsily coming down the stairs. Bolting for the stove [and almost slipping on the wet floor- she’d have to bust Ackley in the gut or that] she thanks her lucky stars for her Fox genes and is able to quickly locate—the matches.
Pulling the last one of two out she literally kisses the red head and says, ”You better fucking work,” before striking it against the side of the box. Cordelia blindly threw the match and almost squealed with glee when she heard the familiar noise of highly flammable objects going up in flames. It was a familiar sound to her; she heard it more often than the normal person; thanks to Thane.
The guard started yelling for his counter parts and Cordelia wasted no time hopping out that window. Thankfully she had some cushion. Using her brain, she closed the window behind her- maybe they’d think she was somewhere else in the house. Not the best logic- but she was dealing with drunken idiots that were, well, idiots when they were sober! Straightening up, she doesn’t give the man laying in the puddle so much as a glance as she goes running around the side of the house to meet up with Ackley.
Then, literally, she ran right into him- but not so hard that she couldn’t right herself after she stumbled. By the orange glow coming from the glass window- he could probably guess what was going on.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 26, 2009 1:39:35 GMT -5
Okay, now all he had to do was (other then hope that Cordelia had successfully gotten the soldier’s off their back long enough for them to get away), get this man into that damned buggy and out of this forsaken place. Ackley was soaked, and chilled to the bone, by the heavy rain. Hopefully trotting around in the middle of the night in the damn rain wouldn’t get him sick. Ackley stopped his run, and went back to his usual long stride walk, his arms behind his back, left hand clasping his right wrist. Except now he was peering forward, nearly tripping his long legs up because he was so focused on what was happening within the house. He was trying to make anything out, motion, shouts, bangs. Anything. But all he had was a quietness on the inside that was sort of unnerving.
Most of his focusing was going through the small side window that showed him a bit of the kitchen. So he didn't really notice the flames until they were pretty high up. Before he could even really make any sense of the flames, Cordelia ran right into him. "Damnit," he snapped, the curse word more at himself then Cordelia. He shifted his arms to fold on his chest, looked at her, then the house, then back to her. Raising a brow, he just had to ask, "did you set the soldier's on fire, or the kitchen?" But his curiosity didn't really last long enough for him to really want that much of an answer. By this point he was just wanting to get to the next part of the plan, and get this goddamn man back to a Rebel camp. Though, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up on whatever destructive plan that Cordelia had come up with. "Thane would be awfully proud of you, you know."
Ackley was nowhere as strong as Cordelia was, and he really couldn't care. He was just glad that she was strong enough to help him out well enough to get this man picked up and carried off. But first, he needed to make sure the guy hadn't somehow smothered himself or anything like that. So he plopped down into the flooded grass, not really caring anymore about wet he would get, there wasn't an inch on him that wasn't soaked anyways, so it made no difference. The fall from the window must've knocked him out, and it was hard for Ackley to see if he was even breathing, so he checked the man's pulse. Slow, but steady. He was fine. It only took a couple seconds to do this, but they were still being chased by that moment where the soldier's just might stick their heads out and see their boss being literally heisted like a piece of furniture.
He took the same end he had before, struggling a little to keep his footing steady on the slippery grass. The man was no lighter then before, and Ackley was definitely not going to be able to run very fast with such a heavy load and slippery footing. But all he could focus on was how badly this man seemed to smell, and how they could get three of them into a two-seater buggie. But they did it, and the guards still had not looked to come outside, would they even bother? Perhaps they were having a catastrophic time with the flames that Cordelia had created in the kitchen. Ackley could only hope that the morons would've caught fire.
They had to set the man against the hood of the buggie for a moment, Ackley quickly leaned out as far as he could to open the door, and helped stuff him in. Bidley's head hit the window of the passenger's side with a thud and worked a pretty miserable groan out of him. The buggie was definitely ready to go, and he was sure that the other two would not be running for awhile. So all they had to do now was get Cordelia somehow situated within the buggie. The politician took up way to much space for all three of them to squeeze upfront, that would've been a nightmare. She couldn't drive the damn thing, which would've been an actual plus for the evening since she could see much better then he could at that very moment. The man just had overall blurry vision, plus on top of the rain. Hopefully Cordelia wouldn't get nauseous from it. They had to figure something quick. Unless his ears were tricking him, he could hear the drunken voices of the guards that Cordelia had dealt with earlier.
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