Post by Liam McKinly on Feb 2, 2016 22:32:53 GMT -5
Liam closed his eyes lightly as he crossed the courtyard, making his way back from a visit to the dormitories. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh as he went, his sneakers squelching a cool night breeze gently brushing his bangs and kissing his forehead as it went by. As much as he wanted to be refreshed by it, relaxed by it, he didn't have that luxury. Not tonight. Perhaps not any night from here on out. Relaxing meant lowering his guard, refreshment took away his edge. For what he had planned...those were luxuries he couldn't afford. His mind flashed back to a few moments earlier as he made his way to the auditorium, the events replaying for him behind his eyelids as he instinctively combed over his every word to make sure he hadn't missed a thing.
"Miss Falknor, this is not a joke!!" Liam's face had played the part perfectly. His eyes wide with panic, his hair disheveled (a slight mist of water from a spray bottle and several passes with his fingers had done the job wonderfully), and his hands clenching and unclenching nervously at his sides. On the small table between himself and the young student council vice president he had placed a small black device, essentially a high-end cell phone, though perhaps a bit larger and bulkier. It was a communications device, one taken from a government agent. The tournament had abruptly ended not more than a week or so ago with the arena and government presence on the island packing up and disappearing almost as quickly as it had come, several of the matches left completely unfinished. They had gotten what they wanted, Liam knew that now for certain. It hadn't been difficult to separate one of the agents from the herd down at the docks and "relieve" him of his, and it was from there that his plan had grown. If this was played right, the world was about to change. And he was determined to play it right. He had waited to be sure all traces of extra government presence were gone, then gone straight to girl's dormitories that night.
Skyelar Falknor was a brilliant young woman, especially with technology. She, as well as most of the other observant students, were aware of the glaring issue that was keeping Ashford's students stuck exactly where the were: the communications lock down. No communication, electronic or otherwise, was able to leave the island. On the electronic end, this was thanks to a massive block on all computers and electronic devices allowed to enter "Ashford Academy;" a firewall that was nigh impossible to break through. But this little device on the table between them, it could change all of that. And they both knew it. The agents on the island during the tournament weren't standard security presence. They were based on the mainland. And that meant they had to be able to communicate with their base of operations.
Several Minutes Prior
"Miss Falknor, this is not a joke!!" Liam's face had played the part perfectly. His eyes wide with panic, his hair disheveled (a slight mist of water from a spray bottle and several passes with his fingers had done the job wonderfully), and his hands clenching and unclenching nervously at his sides. On the small table between himself and the young student council vice president he had placed a small black device, essentially a high-end cell phone, though perhaps a bit larger and bulkier. It was a communications device, one taken from a government agent. The tournament had abruptly ended not more than a week or so ago with the arena and government presence on the island packing up and disappearing almost as quickly as it had come, several of the matches left completely unfinished. They had gotten what they wanted, Liam knew that now for certain. It hadn't been difficult to separate one of the agents from the herd down at the docks and "relieve" him of his, and it was from there that his plan had grown. If this was played right, the world was about to change. And he was determined to play it right. He had waited to be sure all traces of extra government presence were gone, then gone straight to girl's dormitories that night.
Skyelar Falknor was a brilliant young woman, especially with technology. She, as well as most of the other observant students, were aware of the glaring issue that was keeping Ashford's students stuck exactly where the were: the communications lock down. No communication, electronic or otherwise, was able to leave the island. On the electronic end, this was thanks to a massive block on all computers and electronic devices allowed to enter "Ashford Academy;" a firewall that was nigh impossible to break through. But this little device on the table between them, it could change all of that. And they both knew it. The agents on the island during the tournament weren't standard security presence. They were based on the mainland. And that meant they had to be able to communicate with their base of operations.
Present
The first piece had been set into motion. It had taken a bit of convincing, but Skyelar had seen the truth in what he had presented: a way to change the world. A way for gifted to finally be free. She was on board. King's bishop to Queen's knight. Thankfully she remained blissfully unaware of the second part of his plan. The part he wished to god wasn't necessary. The part he would probably hate himself for, even if it was the only way this could work. ...At least she wouldn't know it was her brother betraying her.
As Liam approached the auditorium he stopped, looking up at the building and taking a breath. It was time. He made his way forward and went not to the front, but around to a side entrance, lifting a hand and actually hesitating for a moment before knocking in a specific pattern. He heard the lock click open, and the door swung in a moment later to reveal a man standing in the doorway. He was large, muscular but not bulky, and wearing a midnight black suit that almost seemed to make him disappear into the shadows beyond the door, his face seeming to hover in the darkness. Liam narrowed his eyes for a moment before lifting two fingers to his forehead in a salute and gesturing past the agent and then walking inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a metallic clang. "Are we ready?"
As Liam approached the auditorium he stopped, looking up at the building and taking a breath. It was time. He made his way forward and went not to the front, but around to a side entrance, lifting a hand and actually hesitating for a moment before knocking in a specific pattern. He heard the lock click open, and the door swung in a moment later to reveal a man standing in the doorway. He was large, muscular but not bulky, and wearing a midnight black suit that almost seemed to make him disappear into the shadows beyond the door, his face seeming to hover in the darkness. Liam narrowed his eyes for a moment before lifting two fingers to his forehead in a salute and gesturing past the agent and then walking inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a metallic clang. "Are we ready?"