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Post by frenchie on Mar 1, 2009 14:56:06 GMT -5
"It's a simple question. What is your name?" Asked the interrogator for what seemed the hundredth time. The Frenchman remained quiet this time, it would not seem the codename the Frenchman wasn't acceptable. This man warned him that torture would be the result if he didn't answer the questions given to him. However this man wouldn't be getting his answer. The name Joan Michael Beauguard had been lost in time, replaced by the simple term Frenchman, and greater men than this government interrogator had tried to extract his name from him.
After confronting an individual known as Hiro Nakomora, the Frenchman was hurled through time and space, landing in this future very different from the present, yet at the same time it was very similar. He recognized the layout of the first city he'd come across as Chicago however all the landmarks had been removed completely and the buildings had been replaced with sinister and cold looking metallic towers. The roads were being patrolled by masked soldiers that kept a watch to make sure the traffic on the pavements was in order. It was spotting these soldiers that led him here.
"Let me explain your crimes. You are being charged with being a terrorist, aiding a terrorist and the murder of three government anti-terrorist agents. Do you have anything you would like to add anything to your defense."
"Your government agents were about to kill a small child. I couldn't let that happen." The Frenchman replied darkly.
"That child was a terrorist an..
"That child could have barely spelled the word terrorist."
"It really doesn't matter anymore. Our exterminator is on his way to deal with you. You'll pay for your crimes against the United States government. Under the Petrelli Article of 2015, you are deemed a terrorist and must be put down for the safety of soci..." The interrogator said before being interrupted when the ground began to shake violently.
The Frenchman smiled brightly at the government agent, having a rough idea what was causing the earthquake. "Maybe not..."
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Post by becca on Mar 2, 2009 11:51:00 GMT -5
Rebecca Walker was now older but still pissed off as usual. She shook the ground as her teammates followed her league as she walked into the room she had heard an old friend was in. “Not today boys.” The interrogator let her into the room without a problem till she was going to spring the guy out of here then there would be a problem. “Well well don’t I know you?”
She laughed at her own questioned as she then snapped her fingers together having her team grabbed one of the agents making sure he couldn’t call up the boss. “Now boys.” She turned looking at her fellow co-workers. “What did I say about not calling me when new people show up?”
One man spoke up knowing if he didn’t she would have started shooting one of them.“You said to call you Mrs.P..."”
"Don't you dare call me that." Becca spoke up knowing what the men thought she was. She sighed trying to control herself from going postal on his ass. “That’s right. You get a cookie.” Becca stated touching his face playfully as she now shook the floor yet again. “No one likes me angry. Leave I’ll take care of this one.”
“But….The boss said you left quit we aren’t…….”
“Now.” She snapped at the man who spoke. She watched them leave then turned to her own team. “When they get into the van blow it up. I don’t need them to tell him that I saved this one.” Her teammates nodded and walked out of the room heading to do what she told them to do.
She unlocked the Frenchman’s restraints hoping he wouldn’t try to kill her. “Now before you thank me. Why the hell are you out in the open but better than that where the hell have you been? Last I heard you were out doing God knows what for the nine and bam you vanish now a million years later you show up.” She sat down shaking her head. “Something’s not right with that picture.” She looked at him right in the eyes. “And this is the only time I can save your ass I got my own to save.”
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Post by futureanders on Mar 6, 2009 16:36:24 GMT -5
Evan was late – damn traffic and check points. He hated this new ruling on freedom. This had to be worse than Martial Law. Well, in Canada where he was from they didn’t call it Martial Law – they called it the War Measures Act and then it later went to the Emergencies Act. Nevertheless, he wished that he could use his ability to make the traffic better. Of course, he could, but he didn’t want get the government – even if still worked for it to get pissed at him.
He turned on the radio and listened to Bruce Springsteen. The music that was playing on the radio made the time in traffic – go faster. Listening to music always seemed to do that. After fifteen minutes traffic and magically cleared up and he went to where he was going. He knew that once he entered the office that he was going to get yelled at.
What was the point anyway!? He knew it was going to happen sooner or later. As he parked his vehicle and saw his teammates he wondered what they were up too and he was slowly going to talk to them when all of sudden the van that someone was in exploded. He watched it explode and just sighed. He just blinked at his teammates and didn’t say a word as he decided to enter the building.
One of the people who were outside followed Evan inside. “Word of warning, Anders she is in a pissed off mood” The guy who had followed Evan inside had said.
Evan just glanced at him and rolled his eyes. “Hey I’m about to get my ass chewed out, so I really don’t care”
“Yeah, she might start shaking the ground violently” replied the guy as he followed Evan.
“Shut-up, just shut-up” Evan said as they walked down a long corridor. “Yes, she might do that, but people would get suspicious kind of like what you guys did to the van outside”
“Well, she order that” replied the man
“Figured” Anders said shaking his head as he stopped at the door and knocked rather then what he was used to doing than bragging in. He and the other guy waited for a few minutes, when the other guy grew impatient and decided to just brag in.
“God damn Williams” Anders shouted as they entered the room. “You’re supposed to be patient, not brag in like an idiot – I’m allowed to do that it is after all a part of my job or was” He said shaking his head as he looked at Becca and the Frenchman. “Sorry, Becca we will be outside the door waiting” Evan apologized and grabbed Williams by the collar and existed the room.
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Post by frenchie on Mar 6, 2009 18:20:17 GMT -5
"Hey, that's not my fault," The Frenchman told Becca as he removed the thick leather gloves that prevent his laser beam emission from working. He didn't know how they knew, but if his hands were covered skin tight, he couldn't project any harmful laser beams which was a pain when he wanted to escape. "I tried to fight a nasty tiger and this jap threw me forward in time. Never liked the Japaneses as a whole, but I suppose that's the old world war two hero in me... which I was never in. Point is, I was hurled in time and as soon as I get out of this place, I am going to murder Hiro Nakamura. Just gotta figure out whether or not to leave a body. "
Frenchman took a moment to observe the Becca. She had grown into a beautiful women and it reminded the Frenchman of the curse of his life. For various reasons, the Frenchman was forced to watch the people of his life grow old and wither, while he stayed frozen in time. Unable to age thanks to one of his acquired gifts, he was able to fulfill his desire to live for as long as possible however he couldn't extent this lifespan to those who he believed deserved it more than himself.
His sad thinking was interrupted by the entrance of unknown man, clearly a government agent. The way he responded to Rebecca's presence and left her alone with him raised questions that the Frenchman believed he wouldn't be happy with the answers. Not matter what her reasons for being he, he had to know. "Fill me in Becca, last thing I know was in the year 2009. Now, I'm here. What has happened to this world in between? And what role are you playing with this?"
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Post by becca on Mar 9, 2009 8:32:34 GMT -5
Becca smiled sitting back down shaking her head. “I say leave a body since they have been looking for Hiro for years and never found him yet.” She couldn’t believe that Hiro had sent the Frenchman into the future but she didn’t know Hiro back then but she read enough of his files to understand him now.
She looked at the door seeing Williams and Anders standing there. “Anders get your ass in here. Williams you take guard.” She figured that Evan would just walk in whenever he got there but she knew that she had been in a pissy mood and would probably have yelled at him if he did. She knew she should have left someone to tell Anders to get in here as soon as possible.
She looked back at the Frenchman smiling at Anders. “Well back in 2009 I got kidnapped by him.” Pointing to Anders. “We’re over that now.” She sighed clasping her hands together. “Nathan Petrelli became president and well he had a bright idea that if he rounded up people with powers he could save us all.”
She snickered before she looked at Anders. “Sit down this is going to take awhile.” She then looked back at her old friend. “After I had been locked up for some time. Nathan finally asked me to join his team and I did because I wanted to save…” She lowered her head. “Everyone. Lets say Nathan has been still rounding up people for years. I got out only awhile ago after I made sure others were safe from him. “Anders and I have been trying to save as many as we can without getting caught.”
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Post by futureanders on Mar 9, 2009 16:27:46 GMT -5
Evan heard his name and went back inside the room leaving Williams outside to guard the door. It would seem that Becca would want him in the room. Of course, she would want him in the room. But he figured that since she was in the pissed off mood that she didn’t want him in the room. He wouldn’t get involved, but it would seem that she wanted him there.
Anders closed the door behind him and leaned against the door, as he folded his arms. He listened to Becca and just gave a weak smile. “Yeah, funny thing I found out my powers after interrogating her, about probably twice then I let her go” He said sighing “And yet here I am still working for the government, never could figure out why though”
The Canadian nodded when Becca told him to sit down. He unfolded his arms and grabbed a chair, flopping down in it as he looked at the Frenchmen. “You kind of look familiar” He said as he raised an eyebrow hoping that the Frenchmen didn’t get angry with him. Evan had never meet the guy, but he could have swore that the man looked familiar as if he was in a textbook pictured with Churchill or Hitler. It just seemed that type of person.
Evan gave a weak smile again when Becca started to mention what they were doing now. They were kind of trying to be like the Underground Railroad. “Yeah, sadly we are giving people new identities and hope they don’t use their powers or all hell will break lose” Evan sighed shaking his head. “Oh and bad news Mohinder say that he has finally came up to reverse the effects of taking people’s abilities away, but he is kind of relentless to give the President word of the cure”
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Post by frenchie on Mar 12, 2009 10:53:20 GMT -5
"Well that does sound very noble of you, I don't intend to settle down. As soon as I'm getting out of here, I am going to Hiro, take his ability, I'm going to kill him and then go back into he past. Then maybe I'll able to prevent his nightmare from happening," The Frenchman announced as he flexed his arms. To make sure his power was still working, he shot a laser beam at the ground. There was a strange satisfaction when he watched those orange red beams smash against anything. Those beams were a gift from his father and it had served him well over the years. A vast number of evil men had been removed of their lives thanks to these beams that originated from the palm of his hand.
When the Canadian mentioned that the Frenchman looked sort of familiar, the Frenchman looked at him. He didn't recognize him at all and the Frenchman had a pretty good member, being little younger than a century and still holding onto their youth required a good memory. The Frenchman shrugged at the Canadian, "Meh, I get around a lot, met a lot of people, some famous, some evil, and some ordinary folks. Maybe we've met some place, doesn't really matter."
"Now I don't mean to sound self centered, but I need to know how exactly your going to get me out of here. If it helps, I've got this hidden place in France where I could hide out for a while. It's quiet remote and out of this governments grasp," The Frenchman mentioned. It had only been a day for him since he'd stepped foot in the mansion deep in a forest in the heart of France, though he did realize that it would have been a good decade and a half in this world. It would be interesting to see how his old home maintained itself during his absence.
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Post by becca on Mar 12, 2009 11:16:38 GMT -5
“Damn Mohinder.” Becca shakes her head. “He didn’t call me about that.” Since there time being a team in the nine Mohinder and herself formed a common likeness for each other. They could work together without the yelling and the sarcasm they once dealt with.
“Kill Hiro how?“ She snapped her fingers while looking at the Frenchman. “That’s right you took Sylar’s ability. Now tell me are you planning on just killing him cause if so can you please leave his brain intact.” She placed her hands on her lap looking at Anders figuring he might freak about her next statement. “We know a person who can read brains even if the body is dead. We need to know what information Hiro knows.” She looked at the Frenchman shaking her head. “I think you got around a lot. Don’t ya think?” referring to his statement on who he met.
She shook her head not caring what she looked liked. She was now back in his pissed off mode. “Listen let us deal with getting you out well Anders can get you out since Nathan made me on his hit list.” She shrugged not sure when he would come after her. “Hell maybe he wants to have tea.” She began to get back on topic. “We are in the New York area.” She didn’t want to give away the exact location since he was from the past. “We cant get you to France but you are in luck. We have dozens of hideouts around the city.” She was gloating a bit but she figured he would need to understand that this wasn’t a half ass operation that they had just started.
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Post by futureanders on Mar 13, 2009 13:12:24 GMT -5
Evan just looked at the Frenchmen as he spoke about killing Nakamura. Everyone wanted to kill Nakamura these days. Nakamura was an idiot and always wanted to do something so idiotic. Hiro always thought that he was hero, but in reality that Japanese kid wasn’t a hero he was something else perhaps a villain. Evan was lost in his thoughts when all of sudden he saw the Frenchmen shot a red beam to the ground. He just raised an eyebrow. Amazing He thought to himself.
“That’s Mohinder for you always not sure what side he is on” He said shaking his head “Of course, he is probably on our side we just can’t seem to figure it out then again he has been on the deep end since he killed Sylar” He shook his head again. Anders never thought he would get involved with people like this, but he was wrong. He was wrong indeed – he kind of liked these odd people. He looked at Becca when she started to say something about keeping the brain intact. He just raised an eyebrow, “You could do that?”
He didn’t bother to see if Becca would answer his question. The
Frenchmen seemed to answer his question about that he had been around a lot. So the Frenchmen had the ability to live long or something? He had no clue why all the cool people got good abilities. He got the geeky powers. It sucked to have geeky powers, but then again he liked his powers. He could talk to technology and it was the best thing to ever happen to him or in his book. “I see” Anders finally admitted.
Anders nodded. “Yeah, I’m still on his nice list” Anders remarked shaking his head. He hated being on people’s nice lists. He really thought that after he took those people with powers out of the BEHO that he would get his ass kicked, but it would seem that he didn’t. Nathan said that he had some things for him to do. He wasn’t sure what that meant and too be honest. He didn’t care one bit. He was just going to do his job and not reflect on it at this moment and time.
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Post by frenchie on Mar 17, 2009 12:58:42 GMT -5
"New York?" The Frenchman spitted. He'd never liked New York. He arrived in this city during the great depression where as a young teenager, he got his first taste of how grim life really was. He saw how people could be dropped from what should have been secure locations in the social structure and it greatly disturbed him. In a way, it readied him for the invasion of his homeland, but he still didn't mean he forgave he city for what it should him. Despite being able to afford a place in a nice hotel, his mother had came to heal the injured souls of Hooverville, a homemade city located in New York's central park so he spent a horrible time amongst the fallen and poor.
"I'm not staying in New York," He said quietly and determinedly. "I appreciate what you two are trying to do but you've got to understand, I'm not like the others you've rescued from the clutches of the government. I can't just settle down into a new life. I don't belong here, I'm out of my timeline and I don't know what that will cause. I've only time traveled once, and that was to a time before man for a nice picknick. I... I don't like knowing what will happen and the sooner I get back to my own timeline, the better I'll feel."
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Post by becca on Mar 17, 2009 13:49:27 GMT -5
Becca looked at Anders rolling her eyes as he went to talk to the Frenchman but she didn’t care she was going to tell him anyway. “Yeah you know that kid with the power. You saved him. You would think you would remembered who you saved.” She spoke harshly as she turned her attention to the Frenchman. “Yes New York.” What did he want? Vegas?
She nods at him as she puts her hands down on the table. “We get that but you still need a safe place to stay while you find a way back.” She looked to the door seeing Williams still standing point. “I’m sure Anders can look in out database and see if we have helped anyone who can time travel. Most of the people we rescue are grateful.” She eyes the man who had been her father’s one time friend.
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Post by futureanders on Mar 17, 2009 16:08:10 GMT -5
Evan listened to the Frenchmen speak. It seemed that the Frenchmen didn’t want to be in New York. New York wasn’t a pleasant place and Evan didn’t much care for it. He liked anywhere in Canada, but that was just him. He just listened to the Frenchmen and didn’t say anything unless he was allowed to. It would be best if he didn’t speak at all.
“We could always hook him up with Vice President Moore, he doesn’t seem to a lot of things and he is on our side believe it or not. Then again Moore is a dimwit, he has this theory that the President is some kind of serial killer.” Anders shook his head. “What kind of innocent thinks that about the President? I don’t even know where Petrelli even found that guy” He said folding his arms awaiting a response from the two.
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Post by frenchie on Mar 19, 2009 12:54:13 GMT -5
"Look around you Mr. Anders. Your president orders innocent people, even children, to be shot on sight without any forms of legal warrants. Thousands, if not tens of thousands of people who were unlucky enough to posses extraordinary abilities have perished because President Petrelli wished it so. I think that of makes him much worse than a serial killer," The Frenchman retorted as he looked at his two saviors. He began to feel a bit guilty for being hard on them. They risked a lot to bust him out of this prison.
He sighed and began to apologize. "I'm sorry, New York will do just fine. This is your world, your operation, I'll just follow your lead. I'm sorry for my attitude, it's just that seeing this world kind of makes me feel that every battle I've ever thought was in vain. I'm a soldier, one who fights to save the world from itself, but I leave it on it's own for a while, and it seems all hell's broken loose."
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Post by becca on Mar 19, 2009 13:27:22 GMT -5
(OOC: figure we should be wrapping this up. My post is short so figured I add drama action.)
Becca nods at the Frenchman knowing where he was coming from. If she woke up to a new world where everything was different she would go crazy. She smiled at Ander then looks back at the Frenchman. “I think we just might know someone who can put up with you till we get you back to your time.”
“Um. Sir Ma’am.” Williams walks into the room taking out his gun. “They are coming.”
Becca looked at him as he walked into the hall. “Great he goes off by himself.” She looks at the two. “Come on we don’t have much time.”
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Post by futureanders on Mar 19, 2009 15:52:41 GMT -5
“You have a point there” Evan said shaking his head. The Frenchmen was right. Petrelli was worse than a serial killer. It was as if Sylar wasn’t dead, but that Nathan Petrelli was. He just decided not to reflect on that. It was just something that came to his min d and he learned not to speak about crazy things like that. It was just wrong.
Anders listened to the Frenchmen. “It’s alright, I’m sure you would be doing the same if one of us accidently came into your world” Anders said with a slight nod as he turned to Becca. He didn’t say anything as Williams came. “Great” He muttered “Escape plan?” He asked as he got his gun out of his pocket and looked at the two.
(Yeah, I think you're right)
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