Post by Sentinel on Jan 6, 2008 0:02:50 GMT -5
Date: October 16th, 2007
Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Time: 8:38 P.M.
Objective: Field Test
Subject: Sentinel 143
Target: Information Undisclosed
A cool night breeze. Audible effects nearing that of complete silence. She watched intently, her assigned objective acknowledged and registered within the confines of her memory.
Breathing patterns sustaining a moderated pattern as she could almost feel the anxiety…The anticipation building…The almost animal lust for unbridled violence to be realized, becoming increasingly more difficult to contain…Her eyes burned with a demented and tormented glare, observing…Stalking her prey from the already dwindling distance separating the two of them…
Target in sight…Proximity registered…30 yards
Her advance had already but began, before she herself could even divulge the fact itself…Slow and moderated steps ensued, almost within a silent hush as her breathing patterns had begun to rise in speed…Her line of vision locked upon his person…His every movement...His physical positioning…Even the words he spoke into the device residing within his grasps…All analyzed within seconds of her beginning approach…Her grip tightened slowly around the handle of the blade concealed within her clothing, just as her senses heightened, further progressing towards the vicious and unforgiving standards bestowed upon her by her…
Creator…
Target remains in clear sight…Proximity approaching striking distance…Approximately 19 yards…18 yards…17…
An abrupt movement in her person occurred, revealing the jagged weapon from it’s previously concealed state…Her arm arose towards her head slowly, both removing the hood in which cloaked her identity the entire duration of the pre-strike state, revealing the dark red flowing hair draping over her eyes, distorting her quality of vision slightly…She now found herself mere feet away from him…His current physical positioning all but leaving him in the unknown of his approaching assassin. She could almost feel his very being…Clearly hear the moderated audible range of his breathing…His measured and patterned footsteps within the allotted area she hastily approached…The cologne in which lightly emanated from his person almost acting as a beacon to the primal like sense of aroma she had attained over years and years of the…Process…
…The rapid and unbridled eye movements began abruptly, her eyes fluttering almost violently.The weapon of choice for the evening swiftly shifted within her grasp as striking distance was merely seconds away from fulfillment as her steps abruptly gained velocity…
Proximity status…8 yards and closing…Making contact with target in 5…4…3…2…
An impulsive turn in her direction ensued, as he had seemingly been alerted of her pending presence…
Her pupils had shown an almost bright neon crimson tint to them instantly as her gaze seemingly became one with his own…The undeniable demeanor of harmful intent finding it’s way into her facial expression as if it were a second skin almost…The overcoat which had been her temporary shelter discarded within seconds of his realization, her impending course of violent exploit already realized…
Project manus manus diabolus…Sentinel Numerous 3 fully operational…
Apparatus equipped…
A mere second in passing…The handle of the 9 inch blade taken into her right hand with an ice pick grip, indulging in a downward slash towards the assigned target, barely catching the backside of his wrist as she does so. His position and demeanor was now that of defense, as the primal sense of destruction almost seethed from her tightly clenched teeth…
Another 2 seconds pass…
Not a second was wasted following the initial strike; an almost lightening swift kneeling position ensued from the femme fatalle assassin following the barely dodged downward slash. The end result the retrieval of yet another weapon, identical in both shape and length to the original. Clutching the device with an unwavering reverse grip, a devastating upward slash ensued during her re-ascension to an upright stance. The very tip of the blade sinking into the skin along his abdomen area as if it were a hot knife through butter. A second slash to the targets thigh area followed instantly, before even a single drop of blood could find its way from the target’s epidermal along her initial area of assault…
6 seconds into combat…
His eyes shown that of genuine fear and confusion, as his backpedaling motions continued. Attempting to use his limbs in defense as the now seemingly enraged assassin readily approached as each second conceded. Each attempt at defense or a counter strike countered effortlessly by the crimson haired sentinel. Slash after slash towards his person, in a barrage of attack techniques, resulting in a sudden miscue on his part, balance was lost, sending him tumbling towards the concrete beneath…
10 seconds passed…
Target mounted, as instantly the dagger residing in the sentinel’s right hand was flipped back to that of a ice pick grip, holding the knife handle in a fist, with the blade pointing down, as the entire device itself began it’s plummet towards it’s desired point of entry with blinding speed…
13 seconds passed…
A loud and blood curdling scream escaped the lips of the fallen mark, a milli-second before the unmistakable sound of metal clanging against concrete could be heard. The nine inch mechanism of bloodshed shoved through the whole of his hand within seconds, as the opposite had begun following in the precise same manner of intent, Her pupils dilated with an even brighter and menacing glare, sensing the precise point of intent for her possessed weapon…Suddenly the downward motion towards the very center of his sternum ensued…Then…
“Libertas est quod vestry! Libertas est quod vestry! ”
Her motions abruptly ceasing hearing the familiar voice echoing through her ear piece…The remaining dagger clutched with violent intent in the grasp of her right hand locked in limbo almost…Movement was non-existent…The breathing pattern displayed from the depths of her lungs approaching that of almost gasping for air…Heart rate stabilizing…The vivid crimson tint of her pupils slowly diminishing in clarity as the voice in which had halted her assault continued…
“That is enough for the evening my child. Well done. Dismount…”
The audible displays of torment and pain continued to emanate from the mouth of the man below her as she followed the initial order. Dismounting the fallen target, her gaze fell upon him once more…
“Libertas est quod mei...?”
A tingling sensation encompassed her body as she stood watch over the prey. His person sprawled out along the hard concrete beneath him…The communication device once held firmly in the grasp of his hand now shattered among the sporadically placed droplets of blood along the terrain…Her breathing continued to decrease in rate…Her wide eyed state of facial demeanor subsiding as well as she awaited any further orders. And once those orders came…
“Return to your post immediately sentinel. Very well done .”
Within seconds her attention turned towards the coat she had inexplicably tossed aside mere moments ago, retrieving it from its lying position along the concrete terrain, replacing it back upon her body. Next the retrieval of the dagger from the hand of the target ensued, swiftly returning it to it’s previous place of concealment. Wasting not another second her eyes, now fully returned back to their original state, scanned the area for any possible witnesses and onlookers. Seeing that there were in fact none to be seen, she turned quickly, returning the hood back to a concealing position over her dark red flowing hair and begun her retreat.
Field Test on subject # 143 finalized.
Her steps carried her towards the awaiting vehicle adjacent to the point of attack. Her movement’s fluid and almost mirroring those of the once more passing wind. The faint scent of a woman’s cologne was apparent to her sense of smell as immediate as her feet came into contact with the blacktop beneath her feet. A quick glance in both directions before proceeding towards the elderly man whom had stepped from the vehicle mere seconds before. There was a most pleasing demeanor in his facial features, almost as if it were…Pride... As she approached him with the blank and almost zombie like look embedded into the windows to her very soul…
“Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous my child. Alexander will be very pleased I must say. Come. Enough for the night. Tomorrow we continue.”
He slightly stepped aside, motioning his hand towards the inside of the van. Making haste she returned to the confines of the vehicle, removing the hood from her head once more as she found herself to the seat furthest in the back. Her gaze instantly became locked towards the front of the vehicle towards the rather large Russian man whom had accompanied them for this “field test” of sorts. Her attention suddenly diverted through the glass nearest her, peering through the window towards the immediate vicinity of the still fallen target. The sounds of the driver side door closing once again wavered her sights not in the least as the two men conversed among themselves, undoubtedly about tonight’s exhibition.
Seconds later the sounds of a woman screaming for help could be heard. Seemingly she was the only one of the three whom had noticed this, as the vehicle slowly began to pull away from the curb once more, undoubtedly returning her back to her seemingly inescapable prison of sorts.
Her face showed no trace of feeling…Emotion…Remorse nor reservations surrounding the events of the night…
…Merely…Cold…Unadulterated despair…
END...?
Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Time: 8:38 P.M.
Objective: Field Test
Subject: Sentinel 143
Target: Information Undisclosed
A cool night breeze. Audible effects nearing that of complete silence. She watched intently, her assigned objective acknowledged and registered within the confines of her memory.
Breathing patterns sustaining a moderated pattern as she could almost feel the anxiety…The anticipation building…The almost animal lust for unbridled violence to be realized, becoming increasingly more difficult to contain…Her eyes burned with a demented and tormented glare, observing…Stalking her prey from the already dwindling distance separating the two of them…
Target in sight…Proximity registered…30 yards
Her advance had already but began, before she herself could even divulge the fact itself…Slow and moderated steps ensued, almost within a silent hush as her breathing patterns had begun to rise in speed…Her line of vision locked upon his person…His every movement...His physical positioning…Even the words he spoke into the device residing within his grasps…All analyzed within seconds of her beginning approach…Her grip tightened slowly around the handle of the blade concealed within her clothing, just as her senses heightened, further progressing towards the vicious and unforgiving standards bestowed upon her by her…
Creator…
Target remains in clear sight…Proximity approaching striking distance…Approximately 19 yards…18 yards…17…
An abrupt movement in her person occurred, revealing the jagged weapon from it’s previously concealed state…Her arm arose towards her head slowly, both removing the hood in which cloaked her identity the entire duration of the pre-strike state, revealing the dark red flowing hair draping over her eyes, distorting her quality of vision slightly…She now found herself mere feet away from him…His current physical positioning all but leaving him in the unknown of his approaching assassin. She could almost feel his very being…Clearly hear the moderated audible range of his breathing…His measured and patterned footsteps within the allotted area she hastily approached…The cologne in which lightly emanated from his person almost acting as a beacon to the primal like sense of aroma she had attained over years and years of the…Process…
…The rapid and unbridled eye movements began abruptly, her eyes fluttering almost violently.The weapon of choice for the evening swiftly shifted within her grasp as striking distance was merely seconds away from fulfillment as her steps abruptly gained velocity…
Proximity status…8 yards and closing…Making contact with target in 5…4…3…2…
An impulsive turn in her direction ensued, as he had seemingly been alerted of her pending presence…
Her pupils had shown an almost bright neon crimson tint to them instantly as her gaze seemingly became one with his own…The undeniable demeanor of harmful intent finding it’s way into her facial expression as if it were a second skin almost…The overcoat which had been her temporary shelter discarded within seconds of his realization, her impending course of violent exploit already realized…
Project manus manus diabolus…Sentinel Numerous 3 fully operational…
Apparatus equipped…
A mere second in passing…The handle of the 9 inch blade taken into her right hand with an ice pick grip, indulging in a downward slash towards the assigned target, barely catching the backside of his wrist as she does so. His position and demeanor was now that of defense, as the primal sense of destruction almost seethed from her tightly clenched teeth…
Another 2 seconds pass…
Not a second was wasted following the initial strike; an almost lightening swift kneeling position ensued from the femme fatalle assassin following the barely dodged downward slash. The end result the retrieval of yet another weapon, identical in both shape and length to the original. Clutching the device with an unwavering reverse grip, a devastating upward slash ensued during her re-ascension to an upright stance. The very tip of the blade sinking into the skin along his abdomen area as if it were a hot knife through butter. A second slash to the targets thigh area followed instantly, before even a single drop of blood could find its way from the target’s epidermal along her initial area of assault…
6 seconds into combat…
His eyes shown that of genuine fear and confusion, as his backpedaling motions continued. Attempting to use his limbs in defense as the now seemingly enraged assassin readily approached as each second conceded. Each attempt at defense or a counter strike countered effortlessly by the crimson haired sentinel. Slash after slash towards his person, in a barrage of attack techniques, resulting in a sudden miscue on his part, balance was lost, sending him tumbling towards the concrete beneath…
10 seconds passed…
Target mounted, as instantly the dagger residing in the sentinel’s right hand was flipped back to that of a ice pick grip, holding the knife handle in a fist, with the blade pointing down, as the entire device itself began it’s plummet towards it’s desired point of entry with blinding speed…
13 seconds passed…
A loud and blood curdling scream escaped the lips of the fallen mark, a milli-second before the unmistakable sound of metal clanging against concrete could be heard. The nine inch mechanism of bloodshed shoved through the whole of his hand within seconds, as the opposite had begun following in the precise same manner of intent, Her pupils dilated with an even brighter and menacing glare, sensing the precise point of intent for her possessed weapon…Suddenly the downward motion towards the very center of his sternum ensued…Then…
“Libertas est quod vestry! Libertas est quod vestry! ”
Her motions abruptly ceasing hearing the familiar voice echoing through her ear piece…The remaining dagger clutched with violent intent in the grasp of her right hand locked in limbo almost…Movement was non-existent…The breathing pattern displayed from the depths of her lungs approaching that of almost gasping for air…Heart rate stabilizing…The vivid crimson tint of her pupils slowly diminishing in clarity as the voice in which had halted her assault continued…
“That is enough for the evening my child. Well done. Dismount…”
The audible displays of torment and pain continued to emanate from the mouth of the man below her as she followed the initial order. Dismounting the fallen target, her gaze fell upon him once more…
“Libertas est quod mei...?”
A tingling sensation encompassed her body as she stood watch over the prey. His person sprawled out along the hard concrete beneath him…The communication device once held firmly in the grasp of his hand now shattered among the sporadically placed droplets of blood along the terrain…Her breathing continued to decrease in rate…Her wide eyed state of facial demeanor subsiding as well as she awaited any further orders. And once those orders came…
“Return to your post immediately sentinel. Very well done .”
Within seconds her attention turned towards the coat she had inexplicably tossed aside mere moments ago, retrieving it from its lying position along the concrete terrain, replacing it back upon her body. Next the retrieval of the dagger from the hand of the target ensued, swiftly returning it to it’s previous place of concealment. Wasting not another second her eyes, now fully returned back to their original state, scanned the area for any possible witnesses and onlookers. Seeing that there were in fact none to be seen, she turned quickly, returning the hood back to a concealing position over her dark red flowing hair and begun her retreat.
Field Test on subject # 143 finalized.
Her steps carried her towards the awaiting vehicle adjacent to the point of attack. Her movement’s fluid and almost mirroring those of the once more passing wind. The faint scent of a woman’s cologne was apparent to her sense of smell as immediate as her feet came into contact with the blacktop beneath her feet. A quick glance in both directions before proceeding towards the elderly man whom had stepped from the vehicle mere seconds before. There was a most pleasing demeanor in his facial features, almost as if it were…Pride... As she approached him with the blank and almost zombie like look embedded into the windows to her very soul…
“Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous my child. Alexander will be very pleased I must say. Come. Enough for the night. Tomorrow we continue.”
He slightly stepped aside, motioning his hand towards the inside of the van. Making haste she returned to the confines of the vehicle, removing the hood from her head once more as she found herself to the seat furthest in the back. Her gaze instantly became locked towards the front of the vehicle towards the rather large Russian man whom had accompanied them for this “field test” of sorts. Her attention suddenly diverted through the glass nearest her, peering through the window towards the immediate vicinity of the still fallen target. The sounds of the driver side door closing once again wavered her sights not in the least as the two men conversed among themselves, undoubtedly about tonight’s exhibition.
Seconds later the sounds of a woman screaming for help could be heard. Seemingly she was the only one of the three whom had noticed this, as the vehicle slowly began to pull away from the curb once more, undoubtedly returning her back to her seemingly inescapable prison of sorts.
Her face showed no trace of feeling…Emotion…Remorse nor reservations surrounding the events of the night…
…Merely…Cold…Unadulterated despair…
END...?