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Background RP - Reynard - Part 7

More Than He Can Chew:Reynard's Story
Part 7:General Concerns

Reynard swears, tapping his fist on the roof below him. Lips purse. "Okay. We have a choice, here. Wait til your lady gives her signal if he's over there, not wait and take the chance of the General taking a bullet, or, we alert them of the threat, but pose a chance of exposing ourselves at the same time."

Holmes watches the crow go, and then looks at Tyco. "Should we risk trying to cross the field?" Tyco shakes his head. "We were lucky to make it this far without being detected...and if our luck is lousy and Kranston is there, Lillian can get in his way long enough to attract the guards's attention, at least. Just in case, let's keep an eye on that plane though..."

Holmes looks at Reynard, who shugs. "He's the Army boy." Then back at Tyco. "I'm not sensing anything at least...all right...we'll cross our fingers and wait, then." Holmes murmurs. Reynard nods, and lets his gaze shift from the supposed spot Kranston could be lurking in, and the plane. I do love these cats' eyes the folks in New Atlantis gave me...

Tyco and Reynard continue to look across the way through the binocs, while Holmes keeps an eye on the guards. The bounty hunter can see the door of the plane open then. Flanked by two MIBs, an older man wearing a green army uniform exits the plane, and trots up to the jeep. From what he can see, the man in the uniform at least looks like he's got a general's rank. The driver of the jeep salutes, and then the General and the two MIBs get in. "The suits...those are probably his bodyguard...which suggests they expect trouble. Or just that our General here is important enough to rate bodyguards...by either the CAA or Aegis." Tyco murmurs. As the jeep turns and heads back, there is still no action. No shots ringing out, and no crows cawing.

Reynard watches the general exit, and nods idly to Tyco's reasoning. "Right." Fingers continue to strum on the railing. "Perhaps this is being simply a tad paranoid, or a false chase. Or," He says, clucking his tongue, "Kranston very well could be hiding in an alley, waiting for the general to pass. But, that's a tad daring..."

Tyco grunts. "You're the one that claims to know him best...but there's no where to hide out on the airstrip tarmac. Would he really stage an attack while the General was inside the military offices themselves?Ghoul or no, there's some pretty heavy weaponry available...sniping from a great hieght or great distance would give him the best chance to get away cleanly."

Reynard shakes his head. "I don't think he'd be that ballsy. Unless I hurt his pride, the last time we talked, in which case he wants to get up and personal. Otherwise, I can't believe he'd be doing it indoors, in a military base." He glances over, "Is the general planning on making a speech?"

Holmes shakes his head. "Not likely now...but Katie's trying to get close enough that she might be able to swipe his itenirary for the next few days. Probably he's going to go straight to bed..." he trails off, and suddenly motions the others to be quiet. He makes a fist, and then raises two fingers, and pushes them out towards the wall in the direction of the approaching jeep, which is close now. Just then, there is the sound of doors opening, and footsteps. "Have you ever met the General?" sayd once voice. "Can't say I've had the pleasure." says another. The first man chuckles. "He's a piece of work...a real piece of work."

Reynard listens intently to the sounds of conversation come from below, while eyes snap toward the steadily approaching jeep. The jeep slows to a halt in moments, and the General gets out, his bodyguards close behind. "Good to see you again, Colonel!" the general says just before walking out of view of the three watchers. "And you, General. Captain, this is General Henry Philip Langton. General, meet Captain Shale. He's offered to put you up in his family's house for the night. And your aides as well, of course."

Reynard frowns. Langton's out in the open, and in obvious sights, if Kranston's watching. Goggles go up to stare across the way, looking for possible snipers. He would inspect the gentlemen below, but, that's a little too close for comfort.Scanning, Reynard seems to persist in seeing nothing. Below, the conversation continues. "That will do very nicely, Gary...Captain Shale, I appreciate your hospitality, even if it is only for one night." The captain seems quite pleased as he responds. "We should head right over there, General..the wife has prepared us a late dinner...I heard you wouldn't have a chance to eat on the flight over."

"Splendid, son, splendid." says the general's voice. "But first, let's just go inside a moment so we can go over a few things...airman, you are dismissed. The captain will be driving me to his place, I assume." There is once more the sound of doors opening, and then closing. "They all went inside." Holmes whispers, his face set in concentration.

Reynard's lips purse, in consideration. Three possibilities come into formation. Either Kranston would be downstairs, lurking, ready to pop the old man, waiting at another vantage point to pick him off as he approaches the captain's house, or In the captain's house, itself. The first one is unlikely, the second, possible, the third... "How many people would know where Langton's staying?"

Holmes shrugs. "There's no way to know. Depends on how paranoid this General is...that whole song and dance could have been meant for possible assasins to overhear...wait..." Holmes concentrates again, and then the sides of his mouth curl up slightly. Just after Holmes quiets, Reynard can just barely hear the sound of a door opening below.

Reynard, reacting like a snake, snaps to the edge of the building, to look down. But he sees nothing except a door slowly closing, and a guard preparing to turn back the other way on his patrol...and then Tyco yanks Reynard back out of view. "What was that about?" Tyco demands in a whisper.

Reynard hisses quietly. "The door, it opened, and closed. I didn't see who went in, but I saw it close. Now, we can stand here, or we can take the chance that that's him."

Holmes shakes his head. "It wasn't him. It was Katie. She snuck just past the guard." Reynard lets out a breath. "All right. Apologies; I'm just a little...jumpy, at the moment."

Holmes gives Reynard's shoulder a pat. "Should have said something before you make like a lemming going over a cliff. We'll wait here, then, see what happens next. With her inside, and us up top, I think we're set for now..."

Reynard nods, grinning a little. "Just wanted to have a chance to spot whoever it was going in." A pause. "Damn. We don't know where the Captain's house is, else Lillian could go and watch."

Holmes seems pretty calm. "I honestly don't think he's going to make a try now...especially since I've been widening my 'radar', and I still don't sense him. But we'll wait for a while before heading back to the van. If you see Lillian, signal her over."

"Right." Letting out a breath, the goggles are taken up, and Reynard simply begins the vigal watch. What's wrong with him? Perhaps it's simply Kranston knows he's coming. That, and, he's got a life hanging here, paticularly Kranston's target.

A good ten minutes pass, and then ten more. Finally, after a half hour of hiding on the roof and dodging the attention of the guards, Holmes perks. "Katie's coming out...huh...and so's some of the others." Then the doors loudly open. "Did you get everything set, sir?" says a voice that sounds like Captain Shale. "That I did, son...now, let's go and have some of that turkey and mashed you promised me...." says the General. The two are seen to get into the jeep, the Captain at the wheel, and it pulls off around the building, towards the main road. Holmes leans over the edge slightly and goes 'psst. School parking lot.' There is no response that Reynard can hear, but then Holmes pulls back. "Okay, we're pulling back to the van." he says to the others.

Reynard nods, idly, and hands the goggles back. Okay, Kranston apparently didn't want to jump the old man here... Unless of course, he 's just lying it wait... He shakes his head. I'm going to drive myself nuts. I've been second guessing myself since this whole thing started. The ghoul will come out of hiding, soon enough...and that itenerary will likely come in handly, then. He eases over the side, and is about to slink down the ladder. "Wait." Tyco whispers. He palms a rock, and tosses it over the side, towards the airstrip tarmac. It skips, and gets the attention of the guard, who cautiously follows the sound. With the guard so distracted, the three manage to slip away. I'm slipping. I should have thought of that. Reynard mentally scolds himself as he follows Holmes across the grass. Finally, they get to the school parking lot, with minimal effort. Getting into the van, Katie and the samauri are already there, with Ezra, in the back.

Holmes gets in the driver's seat. "Katie, did you get anything?" Katie, who in black clothes nods. "I got a lot...those bodyguards of the Generals have some major protection going...wards verses Fortean, Metal, and Fire; I was able to do a little analyzing while I was down there." Ezra whistles. "On the guards themselves?" Katie shakes her head. "No, on something they were wearing...medallions, maybe."

Reynard looks back and forth, after a moment. Okay... Fortean. He's not immediately familiar with that, but wards against Metal, he remembers mentioned in reguards to the Arachne priestesses. Protecting from Fire probably does the same thing. He sits back, and listens quietly, piecing this together. "If they're packing that, then perhaps they are from Aegis?"

Holmes nods. "That was my thought...I have no idea if the CAA is even aware of the existence of magic, much less have any protections prepared against it." he looks back at Katie. "How about where he's going to be headed?"

Katie replies, "There's supposedly going to be some big meeting at the Boston City hall, around four pm...but before that, there's another meeting in Fresh Pond."

Holmes blinks. "Fresh Pond...why the hell would he meet anyone down there?" Katie shrugs. "All I know is that there was talk about a meeting being scheduled down my the old railroad tracks that go under the Fresh Pond bridge." Reynard nods his head. "A bridge, then? That would give a good perch, anywhere along the bridge, or any foilage on the surrounding area." He clucks his tongue. "The hall is less likely, but still a chance. However, my gut is tugging about the pond."

There is a pecking on the window then, and there's several crows on the hood of the van. Ezra pulls open the door of the van...and moments later Lillian steps through. "I think I'd have to agree with that," Tyco is saying as Lillian comes in. Fewer people around the Fresh Pond tracks...and plenty of high places. Holmes, however is concentrating on Lillian. "You see where the general was staying?" Lillian nods. "They've got patrols around the area...and apparently, one of the men in suits is taken to patrolling the outside of the house itself. The other one is staying by the General at all times. I figured there was nothing else to see or hear, so I came back."

"Sounds good to me," Reynard intones. "Kranston isn't completely stupid. If he sees this heavy security, he'll back off; anyone sane would, since there's likely no way he can wiggle in there to get the hit. But, unless this Pond area is swarming with agents and survelence, he's in."

Tyco looks at the others. "I think we should retreat then get up early, and then stake out Fresh Pond early." he looks at Reynard. "That okay with you?" Reynard nods, quick. "That sounds like a good plan, actually. What time is the meeting?"

"At noon, they said," Katie pipes up. Holmes nods. "All right, then...let's get Mr. McCarter back to his bike...and get some rest. And hope that our erstwhile ghoul assassin hasn't outsmarted us all."

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