Alina Daecher (Adjutant 2nd Class of the strategic section of the Schutzstaffel Command) closed the door of her apartment behind her, giving out a sigh of relief for the end of another long and tense day at work. Alina was entrusted with a high volume of sensitive and confidential information, which by itself would cause stress on anyone.
The level of trust Miss Daecher enjoyed was totally misplaced.
Said relief lasted at most three seconds, until the cold metal of a gun rested to the back of her head. "Now, you have a quick choice to make:" Tanya's voice was cold and unfeeling. "You can tell where your contact is, and we will take you back to headquarters for your new residence in a 10'x6' cell... or we can aggressively convince you to cooperate, then you can enjoy healing up enough to be able to be executed for high treason."
Across the room a match is struck, Logan's face visible for a moment while he lights his cigar. "Before you start bullshittin' us, ya gotta know we can play a mean hard game of bad cop, good cop." The mutant reveals his claws with a tightening of fist and a metallic sliding sound. "I'll be the 'good cop'."
The chase through the snow should be quick, but Logan lets his prey run.
Stalinov wheezes and breathes heavily, breath foggy in the cold as he ducks and dodges trees and flees for his life. His legs turn furrows through the thick snow as he struggles to keep going, each glance over his shoulder giving him another spurt of energy but every one goes quicker and quicker.
Finally it's a strand of bobwire that takes him down. Breaking from the trees Stalinov runs across an open field that was once a plain of battle and tangles himself in a leftover from that engagement.
Falling face first into the loose powder he scrambles to turn himself over, eyes wide with fright when the figure with the gleaming metal claws stalks closer.
"No! No!" Stalinov pleads, waving his arms and shaking his head.
Logan stands over him, unaffected by the cold or the man's cries. His fists are clenched and all six claws are out, catching the light and reflecting the man's terror.
The mutant regards the Russian spy a long moment and then SNAKT! the claws retract and he steps back.
Stalinov has a moment to enjoy relief and then terror overcomes him again as from behind Logan Tanya steps into view, firearm brandished and armed.
Once the bright capital of the German republic, now a collection of ruins, barren and empty. No survivors and no resistance stayed behind, but still, four soviet bases surround the corpse of the great city.
And still, the Reds have not learned that simple numbers can not stop a determined attacker.
"You know who I am. You know where we are." The tied and gagged man glared daggers at Tanya, and surely would be making threats if he could speak.
"You are thinking I want information from you." The woman gets up from her seat on a broken concrete pillar. "And you are wrong."
The soviet officer frowned, then his brows shot up as Tanya drew out her knife. "I do not care about what you might know or not know, but I am going to hurt you for a while regardless. Not to get information, but to leave information. You made a career out of spying on people, blackmailing them and forcing them to work for you."
"Just fitting that your life ends as a bloody note on the wall." The man's eyes go wide as Tanya grabs his neck in an iron grip and places the knife under his ear. "But most fitting since you were the one organizing my capture."
"There is nothing you can say, your subordinates already told me everything I need to know." The man lets out a muffled scream when Tanya simply slices off his ear. "Your only use now is as a warning: when they find your corpse and my message, your soldiers will know fear."
Dispassionately, she starts to carve the man's chest while her prisoner screams, trashes as much as the ropes let him and babbles what must be begging for mercy. "You thought you had power, and in the end, all you can do is beg for a quick death."
He's been a few times, this is nothing like the one he knew. Even during the war.
Standing on the twisted ruins of what had once been a tank he sheathes his claws and studies his knuckles. There are bodies scattered all over the street around him, and more mark the trail he and Tanya took into the ruined city after their prey.
He'd left the man to Tanya.
Letting her come might not have been a wise choice. It's her revenge he was here after but letting her take it might not have been the best decision. Revenge changes people, twists them into darker beings. She was already broken but that she could recover from, vengeance hardened a person and could turn them cruel, malicious and obsessed.
He hoped this wasn't going to end with her losing it. She was deadly before, that was what one needed to be to survive war, but as they went on he thought he saw that focus turning into something darker, wantonly cruel.
Maybe this would give her closure and help her heal. Or, maybe he'd just screwed her up and blood lust would claim her.
Striking a match to light a cigar as he waited for her he hoped like hell he hadn't screwed up.
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Date: 2008-12-12 04:04 pm (UTC)The level of trust Miss Daecher enjoyed was totally misplaced.
Said relief lasted at most three seconds, until the cold metal of a gun rested to the back of her head. "Now, you have a quick choice to make:" Tanya's voice was cold and unfeeling. "You can tell where your contact is, and we will take you back to headquarters for your new residence in a 10'x6' cell... or we can aggressively convince you to cooperate, then you can enjoy healing up enough to be able to be executed for high treason."
Across the room a match is struck, Logan's face visible for a moment while he lights his cigar. "Before you start bullshittin' us, ya gotta know we can play a mean hard game of bad cop, good cop." The mutant reveals his claws with a tightening of fist and a metallic sliding sound. "I'll be the 'good cop'."
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Date: 2008-12-16 08:56 am (UTC)Stalinov wheezes and breathes heavily, breath foggy in the cold as he ducks and dodges trees and flees for his life. His legs turn furrows through the thick snow as he struggles to keep going, each glance over his shoulder giving him another spurt of energy but every one goes quicker and quicker.
Finally it's a strand of bobwire that takes him down. Breaking from the trees Stalinov runs across an open field that was once a plain of battle and tangles himself in a leftover from that engagement.
Falling face first into the loose powder he scrambles to turn himself over, eyes wide with fright when the figure with the gleaming metal claws stalks closer.
"No! No!" Stalinov pleads, waving his arms and shaking his head.
Logan stands over him, unaffected by the cold or the man's cries. His fists are clenched and all six claws are out, catching the light and reflecting the man's terror.
The mutant regards the Russian spy a long moment and then SNAKT! the claws retract and he steps back.
Stalinov has a moment to enjoy relief and then terror overcomes him again as from behind Logan Tanya steps into view, firearm brandished and armed.
"No! NO!"
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Date: 2008-12-18 12:51 pm (UTC)Once the bright capital of the German republic, now a collection of ruins, barren and empty. No survivors and no resistance stayed behind, but still, four soviet bases surround the corpse of the great city.
And still, the Reds have not learned that simple numbers can not stop a determined attacker.
"You know who I am. You know where we are." The tied and gagged man glared daggers at Tanya, and surely would be making threats if he could speak.
"You are thinking I want information from you." The woman gets up from her seat on a broken concrete pillar. "And you are wrong."
The soviet officer frowned, then his brows shot up as Tanya drew out her knife. "I do not care about what you might know or not know, but I am going to hurt you for a while regardless. Not to get information, but to leave information. You made a career out of spying on people, blackmailing them and forcing them to work for you."
"Just fitting that your life ends as a bloody note on the wall." The man's eyes go wide as Tanya grabs his neck in an iron grip and places the knife under his ear. "But most fitting since you were the one organizing my capture."
"There is nothing you can say, your subordinates already told me everything I need to know." The man lets out a muffled scream when Tanya simply slices off his ear. "Your only use now is as a warning: when they find your corpse and my message, your soldiers will know fear."
Dispassionately, she starts to carve the man's chest while her prisoner screams, trashes as much as the ropes let him and babbles what must be begging for mercy. "You thought you had power, and in the end, all you can do is beg for a quick death."
"You are not getting it."
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Date: 2008-12-27 08:17 pm (UTC)He's been a few times, this is nothing like the one he knew. Even during the war.
Standing on the twisted ruins of what had once been a tank he sheathes his claws and studies his knuckles. There are bodies scattered all over the street around him, and more mark the trail he and Tanya took into the ruined city after their prey.
He'd left the man to Tanya.
Letting her come might not have been a wise choice. It's her revenge he was here after but letting her take it might not have been the best decision. Revenge changes people, twists them into darker beings. She was already broken but that she could recover from, vengeance hardened a person and could turn them cruel, malicious and obsessed.
He hoped this wasn't going to end with her losing it. She was deadly before, that was what one needed to be to survive war, but as they went on he thought he saw that focus turning into something darker, wantonly cruel.
Maybe this would give her closure and help her heal. Or, maybe he'd just screwed her up and blood lust would claim her.
Striking a match to light a cigar as he waited for her he hoped like hell he hadn't screwed up.