Code name Saturn

Adam

Adam tried to concentrate on the work at hand but the glimpse of Karen was spinning through his mind. As it was he had to race away as he dropped off the shampoo lest he succumb to his hunger. He pondered if she had purposely left the door ajar. The thought surprised him for he had not considered himself attractive since before the injuries. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was in better shape now then before the incident.His face was still the boyish face hidden by the trimmed beard. The blue eyes blinked back at him underneath his tousled dark hair. He wondered about himself. He was begining to wonder if he had done more damage to himself emotionaly than the wounds did to his body. He shook himself from his fantasies and tried to get the prosthetic complete despite being more turned on than he had been in ages.
 
My shower was short, they had never given me much time to see to myself. I guess old habits die hard. I grabbed the towel, patting myself dry and wrapping it around my body. I glimpsed myself in the mirror and stopped to stare for a moment, not really seeing anything of interest. I turned to the door, he must have left the warm ups outside the door.

I noticed the door across from me cracked open, and I could hear the shower running. Maybe it was Dr. Smith. I crept towards the noises, peeking inside. Dr. Smith was in the shower, I could see her through the clear shower curtain, her hands were gliding across her body. My body started to tingle and I gasped, I had never felt anything like it before. She must have heard my gasp, she looked over at me. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, staring at her dumbly.
 
I heard the gasp. Someone was here. But I didn't mind. I've been watched before. I turned to see who it was, expecting to see Adam there, gawking at me. But instead, there was Saturn, standing there, in a towel.
She was leering at me. Just standing there with a blank look on her face. She seemed to be caught off guard. It wasn't a look I was used to seeing on her face.
I pushed the shower curtain aside and peeked out at her. I grinned, enjoying her leering gaze. She glanced down at my lathered tits, down my tummy, her eyes devouring my body all the way down to my feet...and then back up, her gaze taking in every inch of my body.
When her eyes returned to my face, I smiled.
"Like what you see?"
My voice shook her from her gazing, snapped her back into reality.
 
Mac

This dive was worse than some of the others my half sister had landed in. I got in out of rain, slicking my shoulder length hair back as I scanned room. I wondered who she'd convinced to lend her money this time. I swore every time I see her, her breasts get bigger. I inwardly groan, the place is fairly quiet except a somewhat stoic looking man at the bar. I know I look out of place even as I notice the bartender had already glanced up and forgotten I was here. I shrugged anonmity had it's good points. I was here to pay up though and it looked as if bar were as good a place to start as any. I padded silently up to bar, taking a seat one away from the man and waited for a few moments before deciding that I'd have to call bartender over to get service. I ordered a Seven Up with a shot of Creme de Menthe. When he brought drink back I slid over a fifty dollar bill and asked if he would give Majestica, a message. He took the bill held it up to the dim light before nodding. I scrawled a message on a napkin and gave it to him.

I noticed that the guy at end of bar had noticed me and I tried to ignore the questioning look he gave me as I sipped my drink.

OOC

so I'm in Cisco's bar and have built a plausible reason for being there. I'm not currently on mission and character could easily be drawn into the web.
 
Cisco

OOc : Good to see you here Intriguess

I watched the woman walk in. Something told me she was more that what she appeared. Somehow she had perfected the look of not looking like anyone or anything. To the casual observer if asked to describe her would be lacking any real important information. I shrugged and and put it off on my edginess. But did decide to keep an eye and ear out on her. She sat at the bar, staring intently at the barkeep ... probably wanting a drink ... I make a motion to him ... he notices my signal and goes to get her order. She whispers to him ... I can't make out much except that
I hear the word "Majestica".

I knew she was one of the girls that worked here. A really good looking one with huge hooters, but stuck with a monkey on her back. I wondered what this woman wanted with her.
 
Mac

Time seems to fall quiet as if the mute button had just been pushed. Then the clack of high heels turns my attention to the woman with hair so vividly red it couldn't be real, and breasts that seemed to defy gravity and nature. She was wearing some tiny blue thing as she walked over hips swaying. I noticed the maroon lipstick and grimaced. She seemed to have a different color of hair every time I saw her. It had taken a while to track her down this time. It was a good thing I had plenty of leave built up.

"Hey, why don't you give us some sugar," she said in a fake southern accent dripping with honey and sarcasm.

I stand slowly feeling short and invisible standing near her. "So, how much do you need this time?"

She puts on a fact pout and frowns, "I've missed you Mac. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."

"That much huh?" I ask, "Who do you owe this time?"

She shuffles nervously biting her lower lip winsomely her body swaying in a practiced manner. "Just a little here and there."

I grimace and ask again, "Who's covering your debts?"

She frowns again, "How do you always know when I'm in trouble? and why do you keep bailing me out?"

I sigh, "Do you really think I'd let you get yourself killed over a thousands of dollars when I have the money?" I watch her face and groan, "How much is it?" I know we're making a fairly public scene but have learned it's better to have witness's around her.

She shifts her weight, and turns on the tears. "If I'd only had my baby. I would have cleaned up for her."

I glare at her, she has tried this before. It merely tells me how deeply in trouble she is. "How much and to who?"

Her eyes sort of glaze over and I shake my head, she's probably on something now or having flashbacks. She flounces over to man at bar and says, "Don't worry about me anymore, my honey here is going to take care of everything."

I take note of his reaction, debating how much truth she is telling.
 
ooc

ooc
Do we all know where this is headed?
Perhaps we could kinda bring these disparate subplots into focus a little.
I know Yuri is out there somewhere in Texas, I'm trying to find a player for a role he wants to dally with, after all Yuri's a day ahead of the rest of the story.

It is still a dark and stormy nite for Saturn and Dr. Smith.

Adam, guy, make a move!

Campbell, I'm right behind you.

Who are the rest of these characters? Are we sure we're all in the same movie? What's the connection?

This thread has so much potential!

P
 
Move??

Im tempted too, but in honesty , when I posted I was just posting to compliment the "saturn" characters, I was puposely creating a background char, so I was avoiding the spotlight. Im waiting for cues off of the main chars, and Im dealing with a rotten schedule.
 
OOC: Sorry, life was a little hectic...

"Like what you see?"

I think my head nodded, but I wasn't sure until she smiled at me and crooked her finger. I pushed the door open a little more, just enough for me to slip inside. I should have been hesitant to drop my towel, but it slid easily to the floor. I pulled the shower curtain back, shivering a little as the hot spray hit my skin. I had no idea what to do, I was only aware of my tingling skin and a growing hunger in the pit of my stomach.
 
Completely utterly OOC

I'm just keeping cisco company in the bar, and he's waiting for phone call. I created character that can drop in and out of thread as needed.
 
She pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside. I stepped back a bit, letting her in, watching the warm water cascade down her body. My eyes followed the drops trickling down her neck, sliding over her shoulder, running down between her breasts, over her flat, smooth tummy, over her hips, down along her legs.... I brought my eyes slowly back up along her body, drinking in every inch of her skin. And then my eyes locked onto hers.
I saw fear. Well, it was actually more like an intense nervousness. It was mingled with anticipation, but it was definetly there. It caught me off-guard for a moment. I wasn't used to seeing Saturn show any signs of trepidation.
I flashed her my winning smile. Reaching out, I lightly stroked my fingertips across her cheek.
"Saturn, I..." my words trailed off. I've always called her Saturn, her code name. I always thought of her in terms of being my project. But now, I saw something different, saw her in a new light.
I began again. "Athens..." my voice was but a soft whisper, and I couldn't go on. I could only gaze deeply into her eyes.
I leaned forward, slowly closing the gap between us, my gaze never wavering from hers. Gently, my lips brushed against hers, parting slowly, softly, my tongue gliding out across her lower lip.....
 
Adam

I managed to realign my leg and get the prosthetic on without much of a problem. It'll do until I can get into town and check my mail.I stand gingerly testing it and wincing at the phantom sensations.I look at the pictures along the wall and sigh at the ghosts of a past that was not that long ago. I make my way up the ramp and wheel my chair up. I slip back up stairs and hope the ladies didnt notice anything. suddenly it occurs to me...where are they?
 
Cisco

I watched the 'transaction' between Majestica and this dame. Majestica soon leaves with 'her man' from the bar to go into the back room.

I'm not sure if it was the boredom or the liquor but I found myself getting up and walking over to where the stranger sat. I set my drink down on the bar and pointed to the chair.

"Is this seat taken?"

She looks at me, up and down, shrugs her shoulders and says

"It doesn't look like anyone's sitting there?"

<Tough chick huh!>

"What I meant was .. would you mind if I sat here?"

"Nobody's going to stop you ...", she turns back around taking a sip from her drink.

I sit down and stir my drink a little ... "So If you don't mind me askin' ... what's a woman like you have to do with a woman like Majestica?"
 
My body shivered in response to her soft caress. Her lips were soft, and her tongue, I had never felt the things she was making me feel. I parted my lips allowing her tongue to slip inside. It was the closest human contact I had had that wasn't combat.

I leaned my head back against the wall, my breathing a little labored. My voice was a soft whisper, a soft plee, "Touch me. Teach me. Please."
 
Mac

I wasn't sure what to say, the truth was far too personal, yet no suitable lie came to mind. "We're related," I beckon the bartender over and give him an envelope and tell him to make sure Majestica pays off her creditors. He takes the envelope, I was sure he'd done something like this before and merely nodded. Something about him said he could be trusted for moment.

I glanced back at the rough man sitting next to me, my mind wandered briefly to more enjoyable things I could be doing with him. I turned my mind back to him, it had been too damn long if I was thinking of mysterious strangers in such ways. I was debating between getting it out of my system or heading back to the dingy hotel and taking a cold shower when the phone rang.

The mans eyes snapped to the phone and I knew he was here for more than the display of flesh and licquor.
 
Adam

I make it back to the first floor without incident and reseal the basement. I check on my guests and note that Athens is finished but nowhere to be seen. I decided to see if Karen needed anything...
 
OCC Sorry been away for a bit but back now

Meet you where?

Another of my armpit stops on my map of places not to revisit. I scan the place from my car going through my mental checklist of bad signs before making a decision to go in. Even amidst the gloom of this maelstrom that has whipped across the countryside this bar looks no more inviting then a knot of trees in a field. Hopefully the designated destination is there after changing the meet from their motel.

I walk in and the place doesn't disappoint but also my meet doesn't disappoint as she is here already. Looking round the empty bar my mind tries to calculate what would have made her choose here when they could have done this at the motel. Another person stands at the phone talking but whether or not it is my other meet I can't work out. There may be other people in the bar but they are shadows moving around the periphery of the main scene.

I remove my hat as I approach her, her eyes rise up to meet and they show a sign of recognition. It has been a while since they have worked together but she is a good freelancer and will provide the delicate touch this operation needs.
"Evening Mac, been a while?" I offer as an opener as I pull out the chair. She says nothing, "We have a bead on the two principles" I look over to the bar to get a drink but the guy seems too interested in the television to offer anything resembling service. "What does a guy have to do to get a drink round here?"
 
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Cisco

"Related , Huh ....So, What is she like .... your sister?"

She hands the bartender a envelope that I can clearly see is stuffed with money. He's supposed to give it to Majestica for bills.

She looks back at me, and looks like she is going to say something but then my phone rings. I answer it. Damn. It wasn't the call I was waiting for ...

...it was my eyes giving me a call. Apparently they are working faster than I thought. They somehow must have found out that I was getting back in the game. Already, they had hit my previous apartment before my last, that would mean they'd probably find my old place in a couple hours. I'd better get that call soon.

I quickly went over what I knew. It was a woman I was going to help. She was ,for lack of a better term, defecting from the Company. She needed to get lost, get off the radar for awhile, and then get a new identity or new protectors. And, I would know it was the right call when they said the phrase : "This is Enterprise. Your Saturn is ready to be picked up!"

By the time, I got off the phone, I noticed there was a new player in the bar. He had wasted no time. I overheard him call her Mac and then figured that by the way they were talking, they knew each other. I pretended to listen to my phone while I tried to tune in to their conversation. All I really here is polite greetings and then "two principles". That got me wondering exactly what her gig was. I ended my 'phone conversation' and clicked my phone shut.

The guys was trying to get hold of the bartender. I looked at him and asked "So, Joe what's yer poison?"

He tells me and I yell the order at Kenneth.

While he makes the drink, I look at the two and then at Mac. "Y'know, I've been so rude. My name is Cisco and you are ....?"

She tells me Mac, I take her hand gently "The pleasure is mine ..." I whip my head around to the guy "And you ?"
 
Mac

What started out as finding the latest dive my sister was working at, had put me smack dab in the middle of something. I could smell it clearer than the testosteron these two were putting out. I shuffled information in the back of my mind, it was odd how Cisco reacted to this man like a rival.

Horace (assuming your name for moment) and I went way back. He was a good guy and I wondered how he had tracked me down. I was walking a thin line between telling him what he wanted without revealing too much.

"I'm on leave Horace, what made you track me down?" I knew it had to be something serious for a guy like Horace to have even ventured into a place like this, he looked out of place and I was tempted to ask him to leave when he asked me if I've ever driven a Saturn. Cisco bristled at the words and I'm not sure what to say.
 
Campbell gauges the situation…

Mac didn’t seem overly happy to see me, she used my cover name for the last Op we were on so at least she was still thinking straight. I suppose she was gonna whine about being on leave but she knows better then most that the company might call at any time. And this stranger who was up in his face at the same time was just another unexpected twist on this easy mission which was turning into a run through a hall of mirrors. He looked him up and down and despite being familiar with the bartender he didn’t look like the resident drunk or tough guy.
"My names Campbell and you?" I asked him

Not really caring for the answer as I wanted to get Mac briefed on the situation at hand and get a lid put on this can of worms before they wriggled free again.
 
Cisco

I take Campbell's hand and shake it, "Nice to meetcha, Campbell!" I reach out and grab his drink to hand it to him, "Here ya go .... "He tries to pass me some bucks ... I wave it away ..."Don't worry 'bout it ... it's on me .... "

I turn back to Mac, "I'm sorry ...", I look at Campbell and back to her, "It seems like I've gotten in the middle of things here so, I guess it was nice meeting you." I get up off the stool and look at Campbell ..."and you too!" And proceed back to the other end of the bar.

I needed to think. Obviously something was going on here and I needed to get a handle on it. As of yet, my contact hadn't gotten hold of me, the sniffers were getting close, and somehow these two had 'suddenly' arrived in my bar , talking in code, and saying a little but not enough about the little bit of information that I had already recieved.

I did a quick glance around to familiarize myself with where everybody was at and where I could go in case this got ugly.
 
Mac

"I don't need this Campbell," she said using the name he'd provided. "I have personal business to attend to, you can tell them to," I stopped as he eyes glinted and I sighed. There goes my time with my niece. "Okay, I'll do it, but you owe me BIG." I hissed the last word as he leaned in close and filled me in. I tried not to feel as if he were invading my personal space. He just wasn't my type, then again I wasn't sure what type mine was. I found myself staring at Cisco as I listened to Campbell.
 
Cisco

I watched the two talk. Mac didn't seem really happy with what she was hearing. Occassionally she would look up, past Campbell, at me ... under different circumstances I would have read that look as one of desire or need. There was something about her, something that if I had the time, I wouldn't have minded to find out more.
 
Mac

I don't know if it was situation or that horace/campbell or whatever he wanted to be called was being such a prick by tracking me down.

The guy Cisco, he called himself, there was something in his eyes, it scared me and excited me at the same time. Under different circumstances I might have pursued him. Of course it was pure chance we meet, I shrugged off the feeling and turned my attention back to Campbell. It wasn't like a guy like that would even be interested in someone like me, I tried to tell myself even as I felt there was something there.
 
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