The Hand of Man (actual RP)

Lily was still trapped in her 'room', she could hear the guards muttering among themselves in french. She felt like she was being watched. She cracked her knuckles slowly while lifting her head. She stared at the security camera with narrowed eyes. She knew that on the other side there was a pervy french security guard and James watching her. She gave a certain look that the guard never understood..... but she did. It was a look that said 'soon, i will kill you! Along with everyone else in here!' She took out her sketch pad and drew a certain picture of her standing over James's dead body with a gun. She grinned and started to pray for that day to come.

 

Will had made it back to town and opened his laptop. He checked some government files and that a main building had been destroyed. He smiled and said. "Well then, we move to Paris..." He closed the file and opened another window, hacking a bank account to allow him a ticket to France. He packed his laptop, a pistol, and whatever dynamite he had left. He was headed to the city of lights.

 

The lady was running & was timing herself as to not get caught. She looked back & saw the soldiers trying to find her, but she pretended that she's just a regular citizen. She then used a ticket that a soldier of her group gave her & secretly boarded on the train without getting caught by the army, getting filled with relief & started to look out the window as people was boarding on the train & seeing that the train has started. She then looked forward & was wondering about her mission. She took out a book & a pen as she started to write in it...

 

An annoying plane ride, rude military personnel, and an empty stomach. If there was a worse way to start off your job in France, Vincent wanted to see it. Not only had the plane screwed over his seat in 1st class, like the military had offered, but they placed him next to a group of rowdy hullagen teens! He had not once gotten to even peek at the documents that Forde was kind enough to provide, but he also had a variety of food gummed into his hair now. He shuddered at the thought of what the combination could do to his hair. His loathing for humans hadn't helped when he snapped at the group of kids to knock it off and caused a scene.

Although, the flight attendant had been nice enough to bump him back up to 1st class after a few phone calls had come in. And even then she was more then generous when he offered to lend her his services.

After the plane had landed he had received Forde's text and saved the new number in his memory. Pulling out the battery to his phone (as well as the memory disk), Vincent tossed his away discreetly before walking out. When the military personnel had picked him up he asked for a new phone, and if they had been a bit more pleasant about the ordeal they wouldn't be having this friction. Nevertheless, they had reluctantly gotten him one after he explained he had 'lost' his.

As the tinted view of lovely, romantic, France passed, Vincent idly watched it. Before they had reached the base Vincent sent Forde a text message giving him his temporary number. As annoying as this dancing was, it was necessary.

The next time the two of them met they would both have new phones numbers to exchange. This step was necessary, especially because Vincent had to rely on the military to provide him with one, and there was no telling if it was bugged with a tracer program. Even as unlikely as that theory was, due to Vincent's discretion, it was important to stay this alert and suspicious. What they were doing was nothing more then terrorism in the eyes of the people.

A small smile played over his face at thinking how lucky the two of them were that they found each other when they did. If not for that faithful encounter some of Forde's work would have gone a lot differently. Good comrades as they were, were hard to come by.

"The Captain says that he will receive you in the briefing room of Sector Seven. Your key card will take you to Sector Six where another officer with the appropriate card will bring you down farther. Since you last arrival certain measures have been taken." a burly officer stated.

"Hm? Why what happened?" the silver-white haired man asked in mock-curiosity.

"Well, not too long after you left the terrorist attacked. We've been forced to take precautionary steps to insure that everyone is safe."

"My, oh my. What has this world come to when terrorists run about like this." Even though it was a statement, the officer took it as a question.

"You've got me Doc, some times I don't even feel safe in my own home."

"Well," Vincent started before thinking for a second, "at least I know I'm safe here. I am safe here, right?"

"As safe as we can make you."

'So not very,' he thought gravely, "You know, your English is excellent. Are you by chance an American?" The soldier nodded respectfully and gave a brief explanation. It would appear that the soldier was an actual Cowhand from Texas, and that he had been transferred to France three years ago. After Vincent talked with the soldier a little bit, he opened the door of the car and stepped out, stating his good-byes.

 

Will strode through the street of Paris, wondering how the jet got there so fast. "Gotta make a mental note, get a personal jet..." He muttered, striding casually through the street. "Ok Quantum... where are you?" He breathed as he strode past a resturaunt, stomach growling madly. He hadn't eaten in two days. He saw an old fashioned pizza parlor. He smiled and strode in, walking out with a large, square, meat lovers pizza. "God I love Paris..." He said, tucking a credit card in his back pocket.

 

Ben exited out of the taxi he had taken. Normally, he would have taken a plane. But he was afraid that if he did, then he would be found out and taken back into custody. And that was the last thing Ben wanted at this point. So, now, he was in Paris. "Wow..." he said, examing everything. But sightseeing would be for later. Ben took off down the biggest street he could find, hoping to find some clue that would lead him to William Johnson. He walked past a pizza parlor, then sat down at the cafe next to it.

 

Will sat down at a table bordering the pizza parlor and a small cafe. He opened the pizza and grinned hungrily. He mowed through a couple of slices when he saw a man sit at a nearby table. "Ben..." He breathed. He swallowed, grabbed the box, and sat across from the man. "Hello Ben. My name is William Johnson, also known as Project Lycan..." He said.

 

Ben started at the boy who had sat in front of him. Just when he was going to tell him to leave, the boy called himself William Johnson. Ben choked on his coffee and held his hand out to the boy. "Will... I have read so much about you. About Project Lycan. What they did to you... It doesn't matter. I'm glad to finally meet you."

 

Will laughed and said. "Your happy to meet an uncontrollable monster? And I thought the files were lying about you being twisted..." He said, chewing on another piece of pizza. "Do you know why it was called Project Lycan?" He asked.

 

"Twisted..." Ben laughed as well. "Twisted is a new word for it." Taking a sip of his coffee, Ben thought about the question. "I can only assume that it was called such because of some incident. Or based on the ancient legends of werewolves?" Ben asked, eyeing Will. He certainly does not look like a monster. Ben thought to himself.

 

Will grinned. "Exactly. They wanted to make something that matched the description of a werewolf's powers without the transformation. When my temper takes over I cannot be shot, stabbed, or skewered. Only a certain serum can stop me. I also have amazing physical abilities. What happens is the anger makes the quantum in my blood pump deadly amounts of adrenaline into my body and also allows my body to take the damage." He explained.

 

Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Interesting. I never heard the full details of the project. Just bits and pieces of it. While such power must be wonderful, it must also be painful for you." Ben sighed, deciding to tell Will what he never told anyone. "I feel as if I am partly responsible for your condition Will. If it was not for me, none of this may have happened. At least, not for a few hundred years." Ben leaned forward. "I was the one who found Quantum. I gave it to the Japanese. I started all this." he said with regret.

 

Sighing heavily, Vincent ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I understand, but now you are going to have to use me as a hostage. They've bumped up security since the last time we were here," his eyes glanced down at the bodies, "Discretion would have been nice though. Now I think me playing the hostage is going to be one of the only ways to get me to stay in cover, unless," his hand cupped his chin in thought. "Unless you knock me out. But then I'm of no help to you. Hostage it is."

 

Will smiled and said. "Oh well. Things happen. But they got one thing wrong. I do transform, but only when I lose complete control. My skin turns to solid quantum, hands morphing between bricks and blades. I am almost equal to Project Quantum except for the fact that I cannot control it... I become an animal, a monster..." He said, voice shaking slightly.

 

Ben shook his head. "You are wrong there Will. The true monsters are the government's who have used Quantum to start all this madness. That was why I have been learning all I can about you and your abilities." Ben leaned forward, his face serious. "I want you ask you to help me destroy Quantum. Together, I know we can."

 

Will smiled and said. "If we destroy all the Quantum my blood will stop flowing, my heart will stop." He took another bite of pizza. "My blood is 85% pure quantum, so if it's destroyed I won't have enough blood to survive." He said. He wanted the quantum to be destroyed and he didn't care about dying.