Underhanded Corporate Training

[Till Doyle]

Till's cane swings to far, bringing him of balance, followed by what appears to be a crafty uppercut from Laur, his face is turned. He turns to look Laur in the eye, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he spits some blood to one side.

He lunges forwards, dropping his cane, to grab Laur by the shoulders.

[Laur Doyle]

*It seemed Laurs attack had worked, she'd caused him to bleed as she saw Till spit the blood out of his mouth before he looked her straight in the eye. Expecting something, but not for him to do what he just did, drop his cane and lunge at her, she dodges too late. Till would get a good grip on her shoulders*

*Laur berates herself for thinking too much where action was needed, and looks Till straight in the eyes*

[Till Doyle]

Till raises an eyebrow, and with a sneer, lifts her of the ground, trying to put most of his weight on his good leg. Pushing with his weak leg, and spinning on the other, he goes to throw Laur accross the space....

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur watched Till defiantly even as he raised his eyebrow, sneered, and lifted her off the ground*

*Laur gets thrown across the space when Till let go of her, hitting the not-quite-a-floor rather heavily. Standing up Laur runs a hand across her face, it came away rather bloody. A nosebleed and a bloody lip had made their appearance, as some of her resolve disappeared*

*She had become rusty in what fighting skills she had, and now she noticed them working against her. Perhaps now had been a little too early... Laur now simply watches Till where she stands*

[Till Doyle]

Till goes to step towards Laur, which he can do without support of his cane, but his leg was not in the mood, even whilst he had his leg brace on. Kneeling down, he goes to pick up his cane, not taking his eyes of Laur, inside seething with unaldultearted rage.

And, somwhere, inside a tiny light glows, thinking she's finally taken the initiative.

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur watches Till pick up his cane, wiping a little more of the blood off her face as it trickled down it*

I see I need to retrain

*She states, keeping a close eye on Till. Not saying what she really thought. That it was too early, and that her plan working had made her go a little mad*

But we may be needed at Headquarters soon. I'm sure it will be something important

[Till Doyle]

Till looks at Laur as he pushes himself up with his cane. He looks with point blank cold calculation. And he doesn't respond for about a minute from his position.

And then from nowhere, "Yes, ve vill see about retraining you. It vill be important. I myself am rusty, az I forgot to ask an important question indeed."

He deliberately pauses, "Zis place, did you find out everyzing ve require. Because, my question to you, Miss. Wilkins iz zis, vhat effect does zis place have on someone's belief. You see, mu anger clouded my judgement, and I allowed you to gain an advantage upon me..."

Again, he pauses, still with cold calculation, "Zat gun you alvays keep vith you, I implore you to shoot me. I in fact command you too, In case you refuse......" He reaches inside his jacket, and pulls out a 6 piece revolver, well kept, clean, almost new....

"I brought zis vith me, for an instant such az zis vone, shoot me. If you don't," he aims his gun at Laur, "I vill shoot you...." He smiles evily, as if, he's worked something out to his own advantage, testing something he's known for a long time, "It's not zat I vant you to shoot me, you see. It iz so I can prove your theory vrong Miss Wilkins...."

He pulls back the hammer on his gun and slides his finger over the trigger, "Vell, Miss Wilkins?"

((Az ve both know, I only call you zat vhen I am angry, or zome such emotion......))

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur watches, taking everything in. Though every time he called her 'Miss Wilkins' he brought back... unpleasant memories. But perhaps that was the point*

I have found out as much about this place as possible

*Laur slowly raises an eyebrow as Till points his gun at her, reluctantly drawing her own handgun*

I don't want to shoot you Till

*She said as she aimed her own at him. It was perfectly aimed for a point just to the side of his heart*

But if you command it, so be it

*The safety of the handgun off, Laur squeezes the trigger...*

[Till Doyle]

Till's cold evil calculating smile remained. His eyes narrowed, in the right light, he might have looked like a devil of sorts.

As Laur squeezes the trigger, his smile widens, and then nothing. The gun doesn't fire? Is it damaged, or has it misfired?

Almost cackling like a madman, "Miss Vilkins. I do zo hope zat you clean your gun. Oh, my dear voman."

He laughs manically for about 30 seconds, wiping a tear from his eye, "My powers, I am still learning you see. But, I am not such a freak after all, no? Things are bigger zan you and I.

For a brief moment, my belief lied solely in you. You exploited a veakness even I did not know I had. And now, Miss Vilkin's, you have vasted your first and last oppurtunity to eliminate me, and take all zat I own for yourself.

Remember zis moment Laur, az I certainly vill not."

He turns back towards the entrance, that now makes itself so clear, limping towards it, he puts his own gun away, as he nears the door, "I have a mech avaiting us. Ve shall see vhat Micheal has found, no...?"

((By ze vay, ze mech vill hold both of us in. One of my personal mechs, no...?))

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur polishes the gun with her sleeve, making sure everything worked fine. Just as she'd suspected, it did. Till had finally caught on to her little scheme, and Laur made sure he couldn't see the slight frustration and disappointment she felt. She'd remember this, oh yes, she certainly would*

*Laur puts the safety back on before returning the simple handgun to it's rightful place. She follows Till to the door, standing at his side*

Indeed we shall. It should be an interesting development

[Till Doyle]

Till leaves the taining room, exiting the dojo. He heads towards a nearby treeline, along the way, he spits out another glob of blood on to the grass. (I can imagine Laur vould imagine ze grass coroding avay)

He pulls out a remote from his jacket, and pressed two buttons, the first to bring the mech out of it's invisible state, the other makes it walk forwards towards him. He walks upto it, and the cockpit opens up with a slight vent of gas.

There is a place in the front and back for two people to sit in, the back being the weapons cockpit for when there are two pilots. Till looks around at Laur, "If you vould please Miss Vilkin's, I shall take ze pilots postion."

[Laur Doyle]

*As they leave and walk away Laur watches Till spit a globule of blood, if looks could kill the grass where the blood had landed would have withered and died horrifically by now. But then she masks it, and stops as the mech walks over to them and Till speaks*

Certainly Till

*Laur says, before climbing inside the mech and entering the weapons cockpit in the back. She looks around to get a feel for it, they shouldn't encounter any trouble along the way but it always paid to be prepared*

*A slight trickle of blood made it's way from her busted lip to her chin, so she had to wipe it off again. It should scab over soon but she'd have to clean herself up somehow*

I don't suppose you have any tissues or something in here?

[Till Doyle]

Till looks as Laur wipes her lip, no emotion on his face, "Tissues? It iz a mech, no fluids should be inside of ze mech. If zere are any, you vould vant to check ze utility drawer."

With that, he places his walking stick inside of the mech, and somehow manages to climb inside. Settling himself in, he presses the button to close th cockpit. The HUD activates, giving vital statistics of the mech and the surrounding area.

No immediate threat and no errors are reported. Flicking a few switches, "Buckle up Miss Vilkins...". A few seconds later, taking command of the mech, he heads directly for the coporate headquaters. This being one of Till's private mechs, it takes about 5 minutes for them to arrive in Till's docking bay.

Shutting down the systems, the cockpit opens, allowing Till to climb down, he grabs his cane and taps the floor once with it. The lights flicker on. "It appears az though ze researchers have made some modifications. Enquire about zem vhen you have a moment Laur."

Walking out of the docking bay, he walks into his office and out of another door. Walking across the corridor, he reaches Micheal Rawling's office, and taps the door with the top of his cane twice.

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur 'buckles up' just before they take off, checking to very small utility drawer as they fly. Rummaging around it she eventually finds what looks to be a half used and forgotten small box of tissues. Probably left by the workers who'd built the mech*

*Laur gratefully wipes the red fluid off her arm and face, as it scabs over completely. She pockets some of the tissues as they land*

*Getting out, Laur frowns as the lights suddenly come in when Tills cane taps the ground. She'd certainly have a word with them*

I believe I'm going to have to have a word with them anyway, see if we can't replicate that room

*She follows Till through, but stands what would be considered a respectful distance from Rawlings office*