Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 0:59:44 GMT -5
((Quinn , Decoii, and Azalea . More people may be added later on depending on progression. Either of you two can feel free to add more if you feel it necessary.))
The surprisingly arduous process of finding not only volunteers for his job, but those capable of matching the skillset Jon had in mind had finally come to an end. It wasn't only about finding the right people. The problem was what the job entailed, something that only the brave, the reckless, or the flat out foolish would dare brave. Truth be told Jon had no room for tomfoolery, and thus either of those three categories were promptly denied. What he needed was levelheaded hunters willing to follow him to a place they normally wouldn't dare go, not without some heavy backup at least. The task was simple, so simple a couple scoffed before taking back their mocking remarks once Jon clarified the satuation. Even coming as close as to approach the borders - correction - the presumed broders of the New Dawn was no easy task. Many promptly turned tail and refused to go along with him, despite even the hefty sum of fund Jon was willing to offer. "An escort is all I need," he'd argue over a pint of beer, others listening in closely to what he said. He had drawn eyes. He as known amongst the most renowned of hunters in the Far East, a career he had now placed behind him but which he still supported. "Guide me along, show me the areas around the borders. Possible points where we could infiltrate. Any known patrol routes." And this he'd say to every man and woman he met. "We'll be doing excursions a few days, at most. I'll take my notes, do my research, and before you know it we'll be out."
His words almost became a chant he repeated for the next seventy-two hours. Moving around to different locations in which hunters were predominant, asking and waiting and then waiting some more only to be refused. Of course, in the end, he found the people he had been looking for, those willing and capable. Four in total excluding him, one, a young woman around the age of twenty-six, did it more out of respect for him. The other three, another woman who was in her early forties and a pair of male twins around the same age as Jon, were more persuaded by the money he offered, although Jon felt as if he could very well trust all four of them.
What he was not happy about was how vocal he had become towards the last few days of him hiring people. Let it had been because of frustration or exhaustion. It had only now dawned on him that there is the very real possibility that not everyone at those locations may have been hunters. Yes, his eyes very well looked at every feature and mannerism of every person he met; Jon personally cleared as many people he talked to as he could in his mind, but there was always that slight possibility that he may have slipped up. Someone may have talked to him that never even had the intention of joining him in he first place. Or, perhaps, some shadowy figure eavesdropped on his conversations. Jon was not one to become paranoid, but a little bit of checking over one's shoulder never honestly hurt anyone. Some information may have leaked out. Somebody out there may know something already. There was no certainty to the thoughts that ran through his head, but it added a sense of urgency to his work. It could not only place him and those he had brought along in a very real and perhaps mortal danger, but it would also have the possibility of harming his dear brother, one who is so oblivious to the world around him.
They now travelled in a caravan, and how he used that word lightly, for it was only two cars and a Yamaha dirt bike that followed along a rather desolate road in the early hours of the morning. "Even wolves need to sleep too," he quipped, adjusting the sleeves around his wrists of the duster coat he wore as his head looked left to the woman in her early forties. "Tabatha, correct"?
She glanced at him and smiled, her already greying hair was cut short and a small scar ran down the side of her pale-skinned forehead, just barely visible under the interior lighting of her land rover. Jon felt the car slow down slightly as Tabatha pulled back on the accelerator before quite suddenly and without warning veering off to the right, out of the road and into the thicket of trees, catching Jon by surprise as he lurched sideways slightly, taking hold of the door as support to steady himself. "Yes," her voice was almost raw, as if it had been worn down by years of shouting, yet still commanded some semblance of what may have been before but isn't now. She did not have to say that she came from some far off foreign land. Her accent betrayed that. "Everything sleeps. But once morn comes, everything comes alive." She was now driving more slowly, deeper and deeper into the forest, but still easily picking her way through as if she had done this dozens of times before. Jon glanced back and noticed the Jeep keeping pace quite easily, with the dirt bike between the two vehicles. "We should tread carful. Once they awaken, we may not be as safe."
"I need to try to get something on how they act," he commented, "so them being active may not be so much of a bad thing." For the next half hour, they were in silence. Jon knew what she was thinking. He was thinking of it himself. He was insane for doing this, but the more he gave it thought the more he wanted to go forwards with the plan.
It it was three in the morning when their small convoy finally came to a halt. All three of the vehicles were somewhat clustered together, and after a few short minutes of disembarking their gear, a camouflage drapery was thrown over the vehicles, at least to give them some little protection from tired eyes.
"We hike from here," commented one of the twins, Javi, as he pointed north, his head shaved exactly like that of his twin brother Marco. The only real way of telling the two brothers apart was their clothing, and even then under the cover of night it wasn't as easy. Javi, Marco, and Tabatha all carried rifles with them, ammunition made with silver loaded and live in case of anything. Jon and the other one, Marlene, merely carried an automatic pistol each, silver bullets as well, each of them with enough rounds to fill three clips. Although he had warned them that this was no hunt, and should they come across anything, no matter what, if it is not a direct threat to them, it is not to be attacked. No, this wasn't some sudden clash of morals. Jon merely did not wish to have their entire excursion ruined over some happy trigger finger.
"Rest," Jon finally commanded, and the group came to a slow halt. "Let's rest here, ten minutes." Everyone looked about themselves, eyeing the perimeter, before finally settling down a little. It was now five in the morning. Two hours of nonstop hiking had gone by, and Jon's meticulous hands had already filled five pages of a brand new notebook. Observations on the area, weather patterns he had researched that correlated with his findings, fauna and flora, as well as the distant sounds. "We are close, yes?"
"To the border?" Questioned Marlene after a gulp of warm water from her canteen. "Unsure. For all I know, we could be either a couple miles off or a couple feet away."
"But close nonetheless," interjected Javi, speaking for him so as well as his silent brother, with some slight venom and hints of worry in his voice. "Dawn will soon be upon us. We need to tread carefully."
"Let sleeping dogs lie," murmured Jon as he looked around himself. Everything was... Quiet. "The wolves will awaken when they do. If we've been masking correctly, they will never even know we were here."
The surprisingly arduous process of finding not only volunteers for his job, but those capable of matching the skillset Jon had in mind had finally come to an end. It wasn't only about finding the right people. The problem was what the job entailed, something that only the brave, the reckless, or the flat out foolish would dare brave. Truth be told Jon had no room for tomfoolery, and thus either of those three categories were promptly denied. What he needed was levelheaded hunters willing to follow him to a place they normally wouldn't dare go, not without some heavy backup at least. The task was simple, so simple a couple scoffed before taking back their mocking remarks once Jon clarified the satuation. Even coming as close as to approach the borders - correction - the presumed broders of the New Dawn was no easy task. Many promptly turned tail and refused to go along with him, despite even the hefty sum of fund Jon was willing to offer. "An escort is all I need," he'd argue over a pint of beer, others listening in closely to what he said. He had drawn eyes. He as known amongst the most renowned of hunters in the Far East, a career he had now placed behind him but which he still supported. "Guide me along, show me the areas around the borders. Possible points where we could infiltrate. Any known patrol routes." And this he'd say to every man and woman he met. "We'll be doing excursions a few days, at most. I'll take my notes, do my research, and before you know it we'll be out."
His words almost became a chant he repeated for the next seventy-two hours. Moving around to different locations in which hunters were predominant, asking and waiting and then waiting some more only to be refused. Of course, in the end, he found the people he had been looking for, those willing and capable. Four in total excluding him, one, a young woman around the age of twenty-six, did it more out of respect for him. The other three, another woman who was in her early forties and a pair of male twins around the same age as Jon, were more persuaded by the money he offered, although Jon felt as if he could very well trust all four of them.
What he was not happy about was how vocal he had become towards the last few days of him hiring people. Let it had been because of frustration or exhaustion. It had only now dawned on him that there is the very real possibility that not everyone at those locations may have been hunters. Yes, his eyes very well looked at every feature and mannerism of every person he met; Jon personally cleared as many people he talked to as he could in his mind, but there was always that slight possibility that he may have slipped up. Someone may have talked to him that never even had the intention of joining him in he first place. Or, perhaps, some shadowy figure eavesdropped on his conversations. Jon was not one to become paranoid, but a little bit of checking over one's shoulder never honestly hurt anyone. Some information may have leaked out. Somebody out there may know something already. There was no certainty to the thoughts that ran through his head, but it added a sense of urgency to his work. It could not only place him and those he had brought along in a very real and perhaps mortal danger, but it would also have the possibility of harming his dear brother, one who is so oblivious to the world around him.
They now travelled in a caravan, and how he used that word lightly, for it was only two cars and a Yamaha dirt bike that followed along a rather desolate road in the early hours of the morning. "Even wolves need to sleep too," he quipped, adjusting the sleeves around his wrists of the duster coat he wore as his head looked left to the woman in her early forties. "Tabatha, correct"?
She glanced at him and smiled, her already greying hair was cut short and a small scar ran down the side of her pale-skinned forehead, just barely visible under the interior lighting of her land rover. Jon felt the car slow down slightly as Tabatha pulled back on the accelerator before quite suddenly and without warning veering off to the right, out of the road and into the thicket of trees, catching Jon by surprise as he lurched sideways slightly, taking hold of the door as support to steady himself. "Yes," her voice was almost raw, as if it had been worn down by years of shouting, yet still commanded some semblance of what may have been before but isn't now. She did not have to say that she came from some far off foreign land. Her accent betrayed that. "Everything sleeps. But once morn comes, everything comes alive." She was now driving more slowly, deeper and deeper into the forest, but still easily picking her way through as if she had done this dozens of times before. Jon glanced back and noticed the Jeep keeping pace quite easily, with the dirt bike between the two vehicles. "We should tread carful. Once they awaken, we may not be as safe."
"I need to try to get something on how they act," he commented, "so them being active may not be so much of a bad thing." For the next half hour, they were in silence. Jon knew what she was thinking. He was thinking of it himself. He was insane for doing this, but the more he gave it thought the more he wanted to go forwards with the plan.
It it was three in the morning when their small convoy finally came to a halt. All three of the vehicles were somewhat clustered together, and after a few short minutes of disembarking their gear, a camouflage drapery was thrown over the vehicles, at least to give them some little protection from tired eyes.
"We hike from here," commented one of the twins, Javi, as he pointed north, his head shaved exactly like that of his twin brother Marco. The only real way of telling the two brothers apart was their clothing, and even then under the cover of night it wasn't as easy. Javi, Marco, and Tabatha all carried rifles with them, ammunition made with silver loaded and live in case of anything. Jon and the other one, Marlene, merely carried an automatic pistol each, silver bullets as well, each of them with enough rounds to fill three clips. Although he had warned them that this was no hunt, and should they come across anything, no matter what, if it is not a direct threat to them, it is not to be attacked. No, this wasn't some sudden clash of morals. Jon merely did not wish to have their entire excursion ruined over some happy trigger finger.
"Rest," Jon finally commanded, and the group came to a slow halt. "Let's rest here, ten minutes." Everyone looked about themselves, eyeing the perimeter, before finally settling down a little. It was now five in the morning. Two hours of nonstop hiking had gone by, and Jon's meticulous hands had already filled five pages of a brand new notebook. Observations on the area, weather patterns he had researched that correlated with his findings, fauna and flora, as well as the distant sounds. "We are close, yes?"
"To the border?" Questioned Marlene after a gulp of warm water from her canteen. "Unsure. For all I know, we could be either a couple miles off or a couple feet away."
"But close nonetheless," interjected Javi, speaking for him so as well as his silent brother, with some slight venom and hints of worry in his voice. "Dawn will soon be upon us. We need to tread carefully."
"Let sleeping dogs lie," murmured Jon as he looked around himself. Everything was... Quiet. "The wolves will awaken when they do. If we've been masking correctly, they will never even know we were here."