Realistic or Modern BLINK. (action adventure/ near future) main thread

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

In recent events, the Blink stream known as "The Hunt for Rhys" has taken incredible heights! Millions across the globe have swarmed to find the rumored child of recently deceased multi-billionaire Carla Rhys. Though this may be another internet hoax, the real deal breaker is the bounties that have accumulated in the past days of Rhys's death, one being from the very Rhys Enterprises for one million dollars! Now it has been outbid ded by rival companies, but they all share the same motive. Find the child.... After the break John is standing by for the weeks weather in lovely Vegas!

James frowned at the large TV screen that sat within the wall of The Office. The walls were a dark mahogany, and bookcases filled all sides of the room. In the wall facing the entrance was a marble large hearth, big enough for two people to stand in. A weathered spruce table sat squarely in the middle, with five clearly worn chairs surrounding it. He was alone currently, sitting at his usual spot at the head, his feet crossed up lazily on the table, and a glass of scotch in hand. Quickly grabbing the small remote, he turned down the volume, not wanting to here anymore media bullshit.

The Suits had been at the Rhys Estate in Rapture all day, settling bonds, closing deals, and their usual buisness for Rhys Enterprises. Except with a twist. Their boss was dead, and had left zero instructions on how to handle her buissness. But the cherry on top being that the key to her private vault, was unknown. The only clue they had to go off of was this "key" was someone dear to Rhys. And each Suit had tried, and failed to open the vault. And the options were limited, unless this damn key was one of her one-night-stands...

James took a sip of his scotch, quite frustrated with the current situation. His mind had been racing, working ever since this morning, and he was about done. Plus he volunteered to handle the night shift, which the exception of Jordan who was currently on a outing to retrieve him dinner...

 

[silk]

pandora maki
"black cat"

mentions: -- (open)

The sound of sirens sent shivers down the lone black cat's spine, peering down at her constructed crime seen from a rooftop. It was cool out, and if her hair were down the wind would have it's way. "Zan'nenda... Anata ga ko no yōna mōshiwakenai hitodenakereba, anata wa sunde ita kanōsei ga arimasu." She whispered her opinion into the wind, a tale of sorry men and death.

Standing up straight, Pandora unlatched her cellphone from its' belt and unlocked it by the scan of her left eye. "Granted." The screen read just before the notion "$2,000 DEPOSITED" popped up. With the roll of an eye, she slid to her recent contacts and called the client who'd been safely in a different part of town during her hit. "I know you didn't think two-thousand was going to be enough. You better run my money, or somebody's going to be singing like a very pretty canary..." Stuttering could be heard on the other line, "T-That's all I have! The bank is closed!" they pleaded while Pandora's heeled black boots tapped the concrete. "I sure hope you're lying to me... Five, Four... Three.." "$5,000 DEPOSITED" "A pleasure doing business with you."
• • •

Pandora scaled the side of the building, dropping down low before entering through the back door of a chinese restaraunt. She shed her clothes like skin inside of an employee restroom, grabbing her black bag from underneath the cabinet and changing her look completely. She now wore a traditional chinese gown and a black wig, bluntly cut to her shoulders with bangs.Tucking in any dirty-blonde locks, she looked in the mirror one last time before grabbing a notepad, a couple of menus, and entering the dining area. Her name-tag read "Māo", chinese for "Cat" as opposed to Pandora. Either the people that owned and worked inside the restaraunt knew very well who she was and kept her secret, or they knew nothing at all.

coding by cychotic

 

[NightSky]

alexandria cage
location - west arizona
tags - none

A stray stone bounced along the path before disappearing under a parked car. The harmless stone had been kicked from a couple metres back where a young blonde was walking, almost dragging her feet along, the path. Her already worn out black combat boots scuffed the floor briefly every time she stepped. The toe and heel of the boot had a few studs missing from her many freerunning adventures across walls and rooftops. Subconsciously, Alexandria blew a small bubble with her chewing gum creating a short-lived pop sound. Putting it lightly she was frustrated, she had spent a good hour looking for her headphones this morning before realising she must have dropped them on the way home from work yesterday. In this area she knew it would've been only twenty minutes max before they had been picked up by some troublesome kid, she knew because she had done the same a couple weeks ago.

Alexandria may be a troublesome employee but she was punctual; mostly anyway. It was only her second week at Ray's Repairs but she found it more enjoyable than her other jobs and getting fired would officially put this day in her top ten worst days this year. Audibly sighing she put her hands in her denim jacket pockets and started to walk a little faster. The jacket was relatively tame for Alex's usual choice of clothing, with the word troublemaker embroidered on the back in black thread. It was covering her khaki green uniform polo top. It would be acceptable to be seen in it if it didn't have Ray's Repairs across her chest in red writing. If she still had a job today she decided to ask (possibly demand if it came to it) for a new uniform.

The sound of car horns could be heard in a selection of directions as Alexandria had ran across a busy street which consequently created even more traffic. An undeniable smile played on her lips. "Should've let me cross the road, mate." She shouted back to an angered driver calling a stream of curse words as her. Turning on her heel with her pale gold hair flicking around behind her, she continued down the path which was about two minutes away from the repair shop.

 

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

James sighed as his eyes wandered back to the large dry-erase board to the left of the table. It was scrawled with the Suits handwriting, mostly about their courses of action...

• Bounty in place on child for 1M
• Name. Alexandria, though not listed in bounty
• Location?
• Ashworth offered 2M

Others ways to find her?

The group had been quite unsuccessful throughout the day, but with Blink on the lookout, the process was quite faster. He knew eventually some psychopath would stumble up on her, and click record without hesitation. It was merely a matter of time.

James took a sip of his scotch, and pulled out a large Russian silver dollar. It was a gift to Carla, being that it was the coin he preformed the magic trick that got him hired. But now he had it. Slowly he began to run the coin across his fingers, as his eyes flashed to the "BREAKING HEADLINE"