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Rad Rider-Kamakura swung his head around, letting his blonde-hair part to reveal his face. It had been surprising to hear that the man inside had not recognized him, but he thought it was simply because he had not made his presence quite pronounced.

 

“Apologies, sir,” he began, “I was simply in the neighborhood, and could not help but notice that wondrous smell coming from your establishment.” His tone was polite and calm, respectful yet inviting. Resistance was futile.

 

The maitre d’ was speechless. His eyes fixed on the figure of the Representative, making his next word come out in a stutter. “Re-re-representative! I didn’t know it was you, sir!” The man opened the door, and bowed his head in sincere apology. “Please, come in, come in! I apologize for the restaurant being closed, but in truth we would not even be open today were it not for an important client.”

 

Rad smiled and said, “There is no need to apologize, sir. Again, it should be me that should ask for your forgiveness for this intrusion.” He and Private Kitsune stepped into the restaurant, and allowed the man to close and lock the door behind them.

 

The head chef came out of the kitchen, patently angry. “And who exactly is it that you let in?” he demanded, as he stepped into the dining area without looking at Rad.

 

The Representative walked up to the chef and met his gruff look with his countenance. “That would be me. Apologies.”

 

The look on the chef’s eyes was one of unmistaken recognition; this was one of the benefits of being the closest thing Orb had to a celebrity. Still, the man obviously did not want to drop his tougher-than-you act, which Rad surmised to being denied a day-off for at least the parade, as most commercial establishments did. On the first day of the Foundation Week, only hotels and shopping centers tended to be open.

 

“Do as you wish, but stay out of my kitchen, Representative,” he finally replied, practically grunting the last word.

 

At the mention of the Representative, several of the chefs inside pushed the kitchen door ajar in order to see for themselves. He gave them a friendly wave, and decided that there was no use embarrassing the man any further than he needed to be. “Very well, Master Chef,” he said, deferring to the man diplomatically, for the chef’s sake. “I shall be leaving now, but I require the contact number of your restaurant, as I may need the services of a personal chef sometime during the week. Or perhaps there is someone you can recommend?”

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The Matre'd spoke before the chez had a chance to respond to the Representative..

 

"Chez Dumont here is the most qualified on staff here..."  The chez stood a little taller at this statement; proud that he was recognisably the best cook around, and that the Matre'd knew his own place.  He turned a headed back towards the kitchen, glowering at the few chefs that were gawking at the Representative, those chefs quickly went back to their duties at the sight of the chez's stare.

 

The Matre'd waited till the chez was out of ear-shot before speaking again; there was always a small rivalry between the chefs and catering staff.

 

"Of course, all our cooking staff are highly trained."

The Matre'd handed a small business card with the contact numbers of the restaurant manager and other various staff heads to the Representative.

"I do hope that this will be of help to you, Representative."  He replied, giving the man all the respect he deserved.

 

In the kitchen, the chefs undertook their duties with renewed vigor and energy.  The presence of the Representative had the entire cooking staff abuzz with theories and ideas as to why such an important person was in their restaurant.

Hiro had been one of the few who had managed to sneak a look at the Representative before being rushed back to work by the chez; indeed, such an important person visiting was quite the occurence, and it did serve to make his missed day-off, that much more bearable.

 

(OOC: Sorry for the lame post, in a rush; this'll probably be the last RP post i'll be able to make for a little while.)

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Rad Rider-Kamakura graciously accepted the business card from the maitre d’, thanking him for the hospitality and once again apologizing for the inconvenience. He skimmed over the card, memorizing only the name and number of the restaurant, before tucking it into a pocket to make it conveniently disappear.

 

As the maitre d’ opened the door to the restaurant to let the representative and his armed escort out, the sound of a helicopter approaching filled the city air, making everyone in the street look up to see why a chopper was heading their way. Rad, however, knew exactly why. Turning to the Private, he said, with a big grin on his face, “It seems our ride to the spaceport has arrived. I hope you’re not afraid of heights, Private.”

 

The helicopter, brightly colored like the morning sun, hovered just above the representative’s car. The pilot was skillful enough to be able to bring the machine’s landing rails down to within an inch of the convertible’s windshield, amusing Rad to no end. The passenger side door opened, and the co-pilot dropped a rope ladder with metal rungs down to the sidewalk so that the representative and the soldier could come up. Rad made his way up the ladder, and sat on the far right side of the luxurious Parliament aircraft.

 

As soon as the Private made his way up and closed the door, the pilot looked over his shoulder for confirmation. Rad nodded in reply, and the helicopter was on its way. Representative Rider-Kamakura waited until the vehicle was above the city skyline, before turning to the soldier sitting beside him.

 

“Now, for your specific orders,” he said, looking the younger man directly in the eyes. “We will be landing just a few hundred meters from where the shuttle will be parking once it lands. There will be journalists from all around to watch the arrival, so I expect you to be on your best behavior; that’s why I had you remove the ammunition belt. It wouldn’t be right for the delegation’s would-be security to look like he was readying for a war,” he said coolly. “Act as you would when dealing with civilians: utterly respectful. However, I must make it clear that, unless you are being addressed specifically, let me do all the talking.”

 

Rad paused to catch his breath, and looked out at the serene airborne image of the city outside the window on his side. He continued, “Besides, you’ll have the chance to talk and observe them when we part ways. Who knows? If they bring materials for a float, you’ll be standing right with them on it!”

 

The Representative had a polite laugh at the thought. “Just keep your eyes and ears open for trouble, okay?” he said with a wink. His face turned slightly serious for just a moment; he finished by saying, “And by trouble, I mean from the inside as well as out.”

 

Rad hoped he didn’t need to explain what he meant to the young man, as his face turned back to the smiling visage he was more known for. The soldier ought to have realized by now how critical his solo duty was, both to Orb and to the PLANTs.

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As the representative spoke Takasi remained quiet soaking up all that the man had to say.  Finally, as he finished, Takashi spoke,

 

"I understand sir."  The entire process of riding in on a helicopter had caught him off guard, by ride he had thought that the representative meant car  or perhaps jeep.  Still there was something exciting about being up in the air but Kitsune didn't allow that to distract him from his objective.  Having been born in the PLANTS he knew something about them, even though he could barely remember living there as a child.  Most of the "memories" he had were stories passed down to him by his parents.

 

As the choper zipped through the air Takashi could hardly wait, he began to wonder just who he'd be guarding today.

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Okay, I see three possible roles for our small team.  Role 1: Two of us will follow the float by moving through the crowd on opposite sides of the streets.  Those two will have to keep an eye on the float and on the crowd itself.  Role 2: We could take the Rep's suggestion and get one of us in with the people just in front of the float, those with flags and banners.  Role 3: This person will fill the gap of coverage in between all of these MP checkpoints.  He/she will move through the backroads to move ahead of the float, then surveil the area before repeating the process.  That's my idea for the deployment process.  I would like to hear some input, perhaps possible changes with this since I'm sure this is our very first security detail.

 

She then sits on a chair, legs next to each toher, as she listens to the obviously older sergeant's idea. It was then one of the other members of the team suggested his idea of their roles.

 

Ummm, I suggest that it would be better to reassign Role 3. I would suppose the Princess's personal security forces would already have been responsible for scouting the area in advance and keeping the route ahead clear and safe. I may be wrong, just please correct me on that note, hehe...

 

"More like, having MPs everywhere," she then said in regards to what the other sergeant have said to the others, but in rather sarcastic tone. "It is safe to assume that we have to do some of our own scouting in advance, but we need ot watch he back too," she continued saying what she feels like saying.

 

"Basically, Sergeant Amherst's ideas covered the sides and the front, but we got to watch the back too just in case. I suggest those watching the sides to cover for the back too," she added, while folding up the sleeves of her grey blouse to the elbow. "Since whoever is in the front can always watch for anything ahead. Also, the person who might go scouting must be very quick, so something like a moped will make more sense than say, a car," she said, obviously pointing out that cars like hers are useless. "Since the backroads might be filled with parked vehicles."

 

"You guys are free to disregard my idea, people seldom listen to 'a girl whose attention goes to the wrong gender'."

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Demetrius carefully listened to his team's comments without showing any expression that indicated whether he disagreed or not.  He grinned slightly at Sergeant Nakano's somewhat harsh rebuke as well as her own feedback.

 

"Apparently you've been around the wrong sorts of people, Sergeant," Demetrius commented lightly as he looked over the map again.

 

"The two people following from the side can hang back to cover the float's flanks and rear, with other roles still in place.  Since we just got this assignment, there has been no coordination whatsoever with the Princess' security detail.  But I'll be sure to contact them with only the basics, for communication security.  I believe Private Truesdale and Sergeant Correa can take role 2.  It shouldn't be hard for you two to navigate through the crowd, especially since the floats will be at a slow pace.  And let's see...Sergeant Nakano, if you want, you can take role 3.  You can borrow my motor-scooter.  It'd be easier for me to coordinate right up the front as role 1," Demetrius explained.

 

"Oh, right, we also need to check our weapons and equipment..." he added.

 

[OOC: You three can reply in whichever order.]

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Xover.

 

He couldn't remember anything from the day that he woke up, with that...that, who was he?  That blonde man, formally dressed, asking him questions.  He'd seemed important, and the guns, the menacing firearms that the soldiers had held scared him witless.

 

They'd asked questions; about ZAFT, PLANT, about him.  And, all he could say, was "I don't know."

 

Xover repeated the phrase to himself.

 

"I don't know."

 

He didn't know anything about who he was.  All he knew was that his name was Xover.  That was about it.

 

Sighing, he dressed in the only pair of clothes that he had; black trenchcoat, beige sweater and pants.  They seemed...familiar somehow.  He put them on irresponsibly, and hurried out of his room in the rehabilitation center.

 

ORB had been well-managed; the medical facilities were top notch areas that allowed most people to recover peacefully from illnesses or debilitating conditions.  Or amnesia, as was Xover's case.

 

"Mornin' Doc.  What's the word?"

 

His greeting gained the Doctor's attention; the old man smiled jovially, and produced two letters addressed for Xover.

 

"These came, just his morning.  Take a look." the Doctor handed them to Xover, then excused himself to attend to another patient.

 

Xover checked the envelope; it was marked with the ORB seal, indicating it was probably a Government letter.

 

"Make that letters." Xover noted as he checked the second envelope.  Smiling wryly, Xover crossed the ward back to his room.

 

"I wonder what their reply was?" Xover muttered to himself, adjusting his eye patch.  He didn't like exposing the empty socket where his eye had been.  Apparently, a new technology for cybernetic eyes was being developed, but no-one had told Xover anything about it.

 

"Ahh..." Xover grinned as he read the first letter.

 

"Orb Union Bureau of Citizenry

Kusanagi City, United Emirates of Orb

 

 

This is to certify that Mr. Xover has permanent resident status in the United Emirates of Orb.

 

Signed and Noted by:

Representative Rad Rider-Kamakura"

 

"Nice."  He finished reading out the letter, then placed it at his bedside table, before tearing open the second.

 

"The FREE forces are sorry to inform you that your application has failed-" Xover stopped reading and sighed.  "Guess I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up."

 

Smiling wistfully, Xover tossed the letter next to the other one, and decided he might as well go for a walk.  The Foundation Week was on today; he might as well go and enjoy himself.

 

He had barely left the building, when the swarms of people rushing toward the parade appeared.  Sighing, he allowed himself to be swept up in the crowd and follow them through to the real party.

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The helicopter began to slow down as it neared the aerospace port. Down below, both citizens and journalists had gathered to meet the incoming dignitaries from both Orb and the PLANTs.

 

“Preparing to descend, sir,” said the pilot. “Please, go ahead,” the Representative replied, nodding his approval.

 

Looking out all around the chopper, Rad felt a bit disappointed that the shuttle transporting the PLANT delegation was nowhere to be seen. It seemed the shuttle was running late; that was the only possible explanation, given that Orb was a nation of punctuality and efficiency almost as much as Japan. ”No matter,” he thought, as he looked out the window and the throng of people right below. ”We shall wait.”

 

Fixing his ensemble by stretching out all of the creases on his dress-like cloak, Rad readied himself as he always did before meeting the press and his adoring public. He once again addressed the armed private beside him, saying, “We’re here, Private Kitsune. Remember to be on your best behavior… and don’t forget to smile for the cameras.” The devilish grin on his face said that the last phrase was both a jest and an order. Image, as he knew long ago, was everything.

 

When the helicopter touched the helipad, the co-pilot stepped out first, opening the door for the Representative and the soldier with him. Saying his customary ‘thank you’ and salute, he dismissed the aircraft and its crewmen as he stepped out. As soon as the door opened, Rad Rider-Kamakura could immediately hear the shrieking chorus that was the appreciative masses of Orb. Cameras from every angle began clicking and flashing their lights, taking pictures of the young diplomat and the FREE Forces soldier that he came with. True to established form, the psychologist waved and smiled at everyone, walking down the cordoned lane like he was some sort of superstar - which he was, at least in the Orb Union.

 

“Happy Foundation Week, everyone!” he shouted over the chorus of fandom. Multitudes of greetings were returned in reply - with some waving banners of Orb and singing the Orb anthem.  Wanting to see those who were signing , he crept too close to one side of the lane, where a young girl grabbed his arm and begged to have her picture taken with him. The security personnel of the spaceport began to rush to the Representative’s aid, but he shook his head and told them it was all right.

 

Turning to the girl, he sweetly said, “Just one picture, then you have to let me go, all right?” The girl blushed and nodded her assent, handing over her camera to a friend. As soon their picture was taken, he smiled at the girl and graciously asked for his arm back. Everyone nearby could see the disappointment in her face, but Rad appeased her by offering, “Next time, I’ll grab your arm, I promise.” Her disappointment turned into a bright blush. Rad graciously pulled away, back towards the waiting ramp and the empty space where the incoming shuttle would be, winking knowingly at his young admirer. As he was known to do, his gaze never left her until it was impossible for him to walk forward while doing so. Experience had long told him that such small but personal acts were often more effective than grandiose but impersonal gestures.

 

Up to that point, he had been politely avoiding answering any questions from the press, who had also been directing some questions at Private Kitsune. Whether the soldier answered or not was up to his own discretion, as FREE Forces soldiers were as public a figure as a representative like he was, but some questions were best left unanswered for the moment. After all, there were more photo opportunities to come when their guests from PLANT arrived.

 

Rad Rider-Kamakura stopped at the base of the ramp, and continued to act regally for the crowd as he waited, with the yellow rays of the sun unintentionally making his blonde hair glisten.

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Ernst looked through the small circular window of his private plane and saw his destination, Orb. He was here not only for some RNR but also for some minor intel gathering. As he seats lavishly on his comfy leather seat, he gazed upon the city that stood after two bloody Valentines. To be honest, he was not impressed of Orb and its new ideals. It’s merely a fools hope, to be the protector of world. What can a small nation do, but to suffer more to its idiotic ideals.

 

The private VTOL plane retracted its nozzles downward as it goes to hover mode. It nears its landing platform inside the Kusanagi Airport. Slowly, it lowers its altitude. As it goes down, the three lading gears were also retracted down. Then the first two gears at the back, touched down, and after a few more seconds the last gear also kissed the ground. The planes twin turbines started to power down. As it continues to power down, the door open down to be a short stair case going down the plane.

 

Then out of the door came Ernst, wearing a businessman suit, an Aviator Sunglasses and a pair of tall boots that is tucked inside the pants to look like he's wearing leather shoes. He surveyed the span of the airport in front of him, only to notice how busy it was. Beside the plane was black SUV waiting for him, to bring him to the terminal. He was carrying only one briefcase with him, he knows he won’t stay too long in this crazy country. So he got in the SUV and took him to the terminal.

 

In the terminal, he showed his passport and with in moments was tagged by the immigration people. Soon he was off to the exit. On his way, he saw a black suited man holding a sign board with his name written on it. The suited man was Ernst’s hired limousine driver. He made some calls before going here, including a reservation of a lavish room at the Liberty Hotel. The driver welcomed Ernst, took his briefcase and escorted him outside to his vehicle.

 

Within moments he was outside the airport. He paused for awhile light up a cigarette. As he smoked just outside the airport, he surveyed the view of the city from side to side. Then suddenly he noticed someone to his left, someone he had seen before but haven’t met yet. The person looked to his right but didn’t notice Ernst. Ernst tried to find in is mind a picture of were he saw that face. Then he remembered the day he was given a new team. He remembered a fourteen year old soldier, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and having same hair style as the person he was looking to. There was no doubt in his mind, that this person is a member of his team. And Ernst quite remembers the name of this young soldier. So he slowly approached him from behind and said.

 

“Crew 1st Class Jonathan Locke, I presume?”

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"Crew 1st Class Jonathan Locke, I presume?”

 

Some of the hairs on Jonathan’s neck stood on end when he heard his now professional name being called out. His first thought was one of regret because he wasn’t armed with anything. Quickly he analyzed his situation; he was in a public place under the surveillance of some sort of public safety, acting rashly could only prove disastrous and not in his favor. Placing a childish grin on his face contradictory to his jumpy intuition he calmly turned around with one arm bent next to his head reaching down his back still holding his bag. He held an expression of childish innocent with a matching tone belonging more to a student his age he asked innocently, “I’m sorry but do I know you sir?”

 

Even as he spoke though Locke studied the man bugging him. He was about middle aged with a strangely professional appeal about him. Dressed in a business suit Jonathan got the sense that a military uniform was something better suited for the man and not one associated with Orb or ZAFT. Smirking, Locke got a good idea who the man was at last and let his guard down slightly. His expression shifted from the mask of a naïve child to one of a professional soldier.

 

“My apologies I didn’t realize who you were sir…” his tone shifted also to a more adult nature, “Ensign Ernst G. Koenig I presume as well?” there was no hiding his slight mispronunciation of the name but he put a good first effort, at it after all German wasn’t a language he had gotten to yet. “A pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance, I had looked for you back at base but got… side tracked with different things.”

 

Extending out his hand Locke was sure to give a sturdy hand shake to make a good impression, after all this was the man he would be working under once things got underway. “I see you are taking leave here in Orb as well, they kind of sprung it on me back at base that I have R-N-R so I figured I’d watch the festival here…”

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Siegfred was still in the position he was in during the start of the mini-meeting. Standing by the meeting table, he heard Sergeant Demetrius' answers to their comments.

 

"...I believe Private Truesdale and Sergeant Correa can take role 2.  It shouldn't be hard for you two to navigate through the crowd, especially since the floats will be at a slow pace..."

 

"I'm good with role 2. I'll get to be in contact with the crowd, if you know what I mean, hehehe... Kidding aside, I've got my handgun with me, though I don't expect to use it anyway. Perhaps we should tune our com radios to the same station before we go out, Sergeant Demetrius?"

 

Siegfred was already giddy for the start of the parade. A certain glow of a kid in a candy store emmanated from him, amplified by his easy-going, happy attitude. He tapped his feet on the floor while awaiting a response, making his posture quite relaxed, his hands on his waist.

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"...I believe Private Truesdale and Sergeant Correa can take role 2.  It shouldn't be hard for you two to navigate through the crowd, especially since the floats will be at a slow pace..."

 

"I'm good with role 2. I'll get to be in contact with the crowd, if you know what I mean, hehehe... Kidding aside, I've got my handgun with me, though I don't expect to use it anyway. Perhaps we should tune our com radios to the same station before we go out, Sergeant Demetrius?"

 

"Ok sir "said Jase after the other Sergeant Correa .Thinking in his head that Mr.Correa was a relaxed person like himself."So I also have my handgun is there anything else  you think we might need"Jase said .

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...Sergeant Nakano, if you want, you can take role 3.  You can borrow my motor-scooter.

 

"...what?" the eyes of the girl widen when she hears the assignment that was tasked to her. "...rather, don't you see that I'm wearing a skirt now?" she continued in a somewhat surprised tone at the suggestion of the sergeant.

 

"Well...if I do not want to take the scooter, I can always drive the car, but I have to set out now if I have to," she then comes up with a simple idea to counter the issue of ther clothing. "Since it does come with it's own sat-nav system. That is going to be useful to counter the...jams."

 

Seeing that the other members of the team are all prepared for their mission, she then looks aside and back.

 

To be on the safe side I need a slight change of clothing.

 

Quickly, she runs off the bar again to her car, and checks if she got any other clothes on the car or not. Because the car is sometimes her living space, there is bound to be several items inside it, like remainder of food and such.

 

Hope my trousers thrown in here is still here...gah! She continued searching for it...and minutes later...

 

Yes, found it! She exclaimed, pulling out a plain front black trousers from the rear seat.

 

[OOC: Free to continue. I'm taking the moped.]

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[OOC: It's a scooter, dammit...Bah, same diff. >_> ]

 

Demetrius grinned at Sergeant Correa's response as he replied, "That's fine.  I set my earpiece communicator for this frequency..."

Then he gave everyone the frequency. 

 

"Oh, right, don't forget to set secondary frequencies for domestic emergency services, such as the police and fire department, the military police command, and FREE Command in that order," he added as he quickly drew his holdout pistol.  After checking the chamber, he put it into a small wrist holster he had put on earlier, on his left forearm. 

 

Then he heard Sergeant Nakano's startled response.  He decided to toss the keys her way anyways just in case she changed her mind.  Then she left, possibly to go get a change of clothing.  He was often confused by women's self-conscious attitude.  He shrugged as he turned back to the other two young officers.

 

"That should cover it.  I'll be contacting the Princess' security detail.  Both of you should get something to eat if you haven't already, since both of you will have to make your way into the city itself before me.  Keep your guard up, but take time to enjoy the festivities.  Dismissed," Demetrius finalized, smiling as he saluted them.

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[OOC: Taking the car instead, I want to do the exact scene like in The Fast & The Furious where this guy stood there listening to radio. NFS: Carbon did help too .>" title="" /> .]

 

Quickly taking the plain font-style trousers and the blazer to the toilet from the parked car, she makes a run back to the bar. Out of almost everyone present, she is the only one who might have went in and out of the bar several times.

 

Luckily the toilet is not exactly the dirty ones, and no one is inside the toilet at the moment. Or at least, talking or chatting away in the toilet smoking around and such, as she never liked that. Smoke never do anything good for the health of anyone.

 

Hiding herself on the toilet, she hooks the trousers and unstraps the holster she has been hiding underneath the skirt, and places it on the water tank, before taking off the high-heeled shoes. She hopes no one will notice it, and quickly takes off the skirt and throws it aside before putting on the trousers, which seemed to fit very well with the blouse anway. Putting she shoes back on, she hides the gun on the side, before puting on the blazer to cover it up.

 

Now I got more clothes on...heh.

 

With the keys to both vehicles, she is till undecided on the mode of transportation, but heads to the quartermaster in charge of communications equipment.

 

"Do you have any of those car radio communication equipment?" she then asked the quartermaster while looking at the available equipment.

 

"Let me check for a moment..." the quartermaster said, as he then turns around and looks around for what she requested bofore going back to her. "Well...guess this is your lucky day miss," he continued, putting the equipment on the table.

 

"Good, thanks for the stuff, and I'll make sure I return this at the end of the day."

 

Seeing that Sergeant Amherst have already dismissed the rest, with the frequencies given, she passes the keys back to him.

 

"I guess it will be easier if I were to track radio signals with a car," she said while saluting him, and quickly heads out with the radio in tow.

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Kitsune followed a few feet behind the representative and watched as the man seemed to slide through the crowd, this guy was smooth.  So far the reporters didn't even realize that the representative hadn't answered any of their questions and had turned them around so many times that he now controlled the arena.  Takashi's lips curled in a smile meant only for himself and then he let it vanish, had he been a reporter in this crowd the representative would not have gotten off so easily.

 

As he walked behind the representative Takashi didn't answer any questions.  Remaining true to his military training Kitsune was silent and rigid showing no emotions to the reporters.  However, rigid though he was Kitsune's eyes were scanning the crowd.  He picked out several more Orb soldiers and that pleased him, but it still seemed that the main detail had been sent to the parade.

 

"Why aren't there more men here?"  He asked himself, "They're from ZAFT but an assasination here would be a disaster for our country."

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"Ok sir. So I also have my handgun, is there anything else you think we might need?"Jase said

 

"Hmmm, we better check our handguns before we head out."

 

Siegfred drew his pistol out and checked the clip if it was good, and cleared the chamber, and also checked the actuators so that it'll fire easily, if ever the need would arise. He reinserted the bullet that got dislodged when he cleared the chamber into the gun's magazine and cocked it again.

 

"Mine's good, how about yours? We better get going before we miss the start of the parade, and my morning dose of coffee."

 

Siegfred remembered to go to a coffee shop in the morning to get a Frapuccino, so he could at least enjoy the short time before they get to the job.

 

"What do you say we get some coffee first, Private Trusdale?", Siegfred asked the rather jolly fellow with him.

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"Hmmm, we better check our handguns before we head out."

"Ok"Jase said as he pulled out his revolver and checked for any problems."Yup mines good"said smiling.

"What do you say we get some coffee first, Private Trusdale?""Oh yes that sounds great "said as he put his revolver back into his pocket."You got any place in mind"Said as he closed his coat and pulled out his sunglasses.

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[OOC: Guess I better finish up before the 'door' closes. 

I have Qrio's permission for the below 'one-way conversation']

 

Demetrius nodded at Sergeant Nakano as she came out of the bathroom, having apparently changed.  He caught the keys as she left.  He turned and saw his two other 'subordinates' prepare to leave as well.  He walked over to the corner and held up one of the documents that was provided.  After setting the right sequence, he spoke:

 

"Is this the Princess' Security detail?" he asked as he listened to the response.

 

"Yes, this is Sergeant Amherst.  Our team has been assigned as additional security for the Princess' float."

 

"No, I cannot give details, just like you cannot provide me with specific information about your security measures.  I'm just letting you know that there'll be several more sets of eyes out there."

 

"Okay...thank you."  He reset the frequency and looked around.  There wasn't anything left that needed to be done.  He quietly left and got onto his scooter.  Then he started the engine and then rolled out, heading toward the floats' starting point.

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"You got any place in mind", asked Private Trusdale.

 

"Actually, I know of the perfect plave to have coffee! They have an insanely fast crew for take-out orders and its just beside the start of the parade. Let get going shall we?", Siegfred asked his commrade.

 

Seeing that Trusdale readied himself, closing up his coat and taking out his sunglasses, Siegfred pulled out a canister from the bodybag he was carying. They both proceeded out of the bar, the sun finally bathing the Orb metropolis with brilliant tropical colors. Siegfred put on his shades, a trademark look he always has when he's out in the civilian population.

 

"Just to tell you, I'm used to walking fast. Try to keep up if you're not accustomed to my speed. Are you ready?"

 

Siegfred said as he turned to Trusdale, the sun reflecting of his shades, giving him a slight smile. He's was at his all-giddy mood again, excited for the start of the parade.

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"Actually, I know of the perfect place to have coffee! They have an insanely fast crew for take-out orders and its just beside the start of the parade. Let get going shall we?"

"Oh ok lead the way sounds like a good place"said Jase as he shaw that Mr.Correa put on shades as well.

"Just to tell you, I'm used to walking fast. Try to keep up if you're not accustomed to my speed. Are you ready?"

"Oh do you I bet I can keep up "Said smiling looking at Mr.Correa.This guy is a very nice person I wonder if he's fast hmmm he thought looking into the bright sun.

"Looks like a good day for a parade"said Jase as he readjusted his sunglasses.

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Getting into the modified sports sedan with the radio in tow, she checks the area below the dashboard, while she searches for the electrical connections from the car's radio systems. Numerous wires for the equipments in the car run from the same area below the dashboard to the numerous gadgets installed in the car, each of them having a function of it's own. The gadgets aren't just mere decorations, they help in making sure that she holds back if the engine were to suddenly almost die off at times. She took off the blazer, since it was not needed anyway at the moment.

 

Taking the wires from the radio, she opens the glovebox and takes some screwdrivers out, as she then begins to make some small connections to the radio from the electrical wires coming out from the dashboard. Using some strong double-sided tapes, she sticks the radio next to the console area, while the mouthpiece is mounted near the steering wheel, the way a police car does. It was hidden in a way so it would not be seen easily, but she make sure she go the documents with her if someone were to stop her.

 

Slotting the keys into the ignition, she switches on the battery, but not the engine. She then checked to see whether the radio is working the way it was supposed to be or not.

 

Perfect.

 

Twisting the ignition again, the modified inline-six engine is then fired into life, before she switches more electrical systems of the car, like the GPS system, on. The LCD screen of the car's radio then appeared, showing the map of the area again. Tuning the other radio's frequencies, she tried getting some information regarding traffic around the area. She was familiar with it, as one of her friend's car got a similar type of radio installed...to monitor police activities around the area in case some street races is on.

 

Seeing that the other sergeant is heading out towards the starting point, she turns the car the opposite way, driving it towards the backstreet.

 

Traffic from vehicles are minimal save for those from uniformed personnel, but human traffic is already on the brink of being horrendous. Aiming the car at the backstreet, she then stepped the gas pedal of the car harder, only to stop it at a point on the backstreet near where the float will begin to progress through the main street.

 

Having the loud engine rumbling slowly, she then tune the freuqencies to numerous channels, checking the channels for police and the fire departments, as well as the FREE Command. Nothing much were on, as everybody prepared to focus on the parade.

 

Taking the mouthpiece, she tunes to the frequency she got from Sergeant Amherst, and then said,

 

"How is it over there? It is all clear so far, no suspicious activities or anything going on," she said while looking at the crowd outside on the main street. "It's rather crowdy out there."

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I see you are taking leave here in Orb as well, they kind of sprung it on me back at base that I have R-N-R so I figured I’d watch the festival here…”

 

Ernst breath out one last smoke to his left side, away from the person in front of him, and disposed the cigarette. He then reached for the hand of his subordinate and gripped firmly. He shakes it in a military way, hard and fast.

 

"Well... this little R-N-R of ours was of my doing. I felt that since my new team is still on-live, they might as well go out. I tend to my own men as they need the strength for the upcoming battles. Besides Mr. Locke... you might not have any other opportunity of freedom, by the time we get back to active duty".

 

As Ernst converse wit his subordinate, a black limousine driven by his hired driver passed by and stopped before opening its trunk for them. The driver quickly went out of the driver seat, ran across to the other side and opened the passenger door for Ernst. But before Ernst could go inside the luxurious car, he faced Locke again and tried inviting him in.

 

"Oh... and...Mr. Locke... might I ask? Do you have any place to stay here on Orb? I wouldn’t mind if you want to stay with me in a very voluptuous place at the Liberty Hotel. The company would be much appreciated"

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As Demetrius zipped his way to the starting point, he weaved around the traffic, which was starting to pick up.  Then he heard Sergeant Nakano's brief report.

 

"Yeah, I'm close to the thick of the traffic.  I have already contacted the Princess' security detail and I'm almost at the starting area.  Nothing suspicious so far, continue on," Demetrius replied as he made his way closer.

 

[OOC: To 'Orb Foundation Week: The Parade']

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"Looks like a good day for a parade", said Trusdale.

 

"Indeed it is. The day's perfect!"

 

A bright, sunny sky dotted by some clouds in the horizon, a constant tropical breeze providing refuge from the heat. He and Private Trusdale started to walk down the sidewalk from the bar, towards Siegfred's favorite coffee place, near the start of the parade. Seeing the sea in the distance Siegfred  breathed deeply, filling his lungs full of the fresh sea air.

 

"Hmm, I think taking pictures wouldn't hurt, the parade would most probably start in at least an hour. By the way, how have you been doing lately Trusdale?"

 

Siegfred reached into his bag again, this time taking out his trusty digital camera. He started to fiddle with it while they were walking, while Siegfred waited for Trusdale to reply.

 

 

 

(OOC: With this Trusdale and I would now be continuing our posts in the parade. Jase if you would reply please do so in the Orb Foundation Week: The Parade thread. Thanks!)

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