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Pinnacle Inc. Journals for Mission Assignment 010605
Posted below are character journals for this mission.
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Ian Hawkins Journal for Mission Assignment 010605
Ian Hawkins Journal for Mission Assignment 010605
It was very comforting to sit in his seat on the transport. The softness of his hugged him gently, making it hard to not fall alseep. He did need sleep. Afterall, he was lucky to get more than a total of six hours over the past week. The mission started out as he had expected, but with several odd twists, it was far from the normal mission. They did manage to get the mission completed for the most part. His eyes began to get heavier, as he finished up his report on his data pad. After putting the pad away, he let himself fall back into the seat and sleep son took over.
His subconscious mind began it's journey. Back, back, back to what seemed like ages, but also seemed like yesterday. A haze filled his vision, and blurred elsewhere. He could see several men yelling and becoming violent. Just beyond what he could see was someone else. The men were beginning to move closer to that someone, anger was more than evident on their faces. They spit out their questions, one after the other. "Where is he? What is he doing? How long has he been gone? Do you know where he hid it? Tell us! Tell us!". Over and over again, the questions played out. Then it broke into violence. First a slap, then several punches. Their hands became bloodied, as they continued to pound on the someone.
The sound of a chair wobbling and falling over. Long hair flowed into view. He remembered that hair. It was hair that he came to love over the years before. He still loved it. He missed it. Mssed it deeply. It was her hair. She was sobbing uncontrollably. There was no way she could answer their questions. He tried to shout for the men to stop, but nothing came out of his mouth. The men began to kick her. Her sobbing stopped, and her body became limp. The men stopped as well. They stood around her, looking down at her, wiping the blood from their hands and boots. One spoke up. "Leave her. It will be a clear message for him to give us what he took from us." and then they left. One by one. The hair soaked up the blood.
The scene was too much for him. He could feel his anger welling up, overtaking the sadness that has filled his heart. Again his mind spun. The haze evaporated and the blurriness cleared up. The men were in view again. This time they were beating someone else. They had no mercy as they slammed their fists into the poor soul. The poor soul begged to be left alone. To be left alive.
He moved closer to them. They were too busy enjoying the beating. One of the men stood behind the other, ever so slightly. He grabbed that one first, pulling him off his feet. He was upon him, before his back hit the ground. Both fists flew into the man's face and neck. Blood spurted from the man's nose and mouth, after several more hits. Then with a quick twist of the head, the man stopped moving. It took seconds for it to happen, and he was back in the shadows again. The other men didn't even notice the now dead man missing. They were still busy with the helpless begging person.
Again, he moved up on them. He picked one of the men from the group and finished him off, much like the first one. One by one, he killed them. When it came down to the last three, they noticed the bodies of the others laying in a pile behind them. He could see the bewilderment and terror in their eyes. He knew they were asking themselves what had happened. Who had done this? They left the poor soul to cower against the wall in a heap. He moved from the shadows and helped the poor soul into the shadows before the men turned to notice. When they did, more questions were crossing their minds.
He stepped from the shadows behind them. He would answer their questions, just as they would answer for her death. The death of the one person he had ever loved in his life. They would pay, and the price would not be cheap.
They looked at him and they smiled. They were going to finish the job they had started. The three men moved around him, clenching their fists and throwing out threats. They asked a familiar question. One they had asked her. "Where is it? Where did you put it?" The smiles turned to anger, as they got no answers. He remained quiet, waiting, watching. He knew his time would come, and so would theirs. The men stopped and looked at each other. With a nod, they rushed in to grab him and beat him senseless.
His actions were swift and smooth. He didn't know how he did it, he just did. A leg shot out to catch on in the gut. A fist shot out to a chin, and another fist shot out to a neck. All three men stepped back, holding their wounds. He looked to each one and said, "One of you will be allowed to live and give my message to your boss. Who willl it be?".
His words infuriated the men. They lunged at him again, and again, he struck out inflicting damage to them. This time he didn't stop. He moved to one and finished him off, then went to another. When he was finished with that one, the last man stood and looked into his eyes. There was both anger and fear in his eyes. It was visible there and in his trembling hands. "Why? Why don't you finish it? You will be hunted down forever, until you are dead, if you don't."
He looked at the man, coldly. "I am being hunted no matter what. That will change. I will hunt you and your boss and whoever else he sends my way. They will pay for what they have done. They will die." With those words, he turned and walked away. The man stood there, shaking in his boots. No one had done that to him before. No one had dealt out such distruction upon his men. The man turned and began to walk away, but after several steps, he fell to his knees and vomited. His body convulsed until all that came out of his mouth was sound. Then after catching his breath, he got to his feet and stumbled away.
He watched the man leave. His message was sent. Now he only had to carry out his promise. He would kill the people responsible for taking her away from him.
The haze returned and images shot past him. He shot upright, sweating. An attendant stood over him, asking if he was alright. He nodded and sat back in his seat. It was all too real to him. It had happened. Long ago. He wished it had never happened. He wished the nightmares would stop. The memories were too strong. He couldn't get the image of her hair out of his head.
He stood and went to the lavatory. He needed some cool water on his face. That would help cool him off. It was alll he could do for now.
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