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Captured! [Jul. 31st, 2007|02:43 pm]
Vorkosigan RPG
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[bynlovingit]
Byerly Vorrutyer woke up with his name echoing around him.
"By!" "By!" "Uncle By!" "Wake up!" "By!" "Please be okay!" "By!"
I hate babysitting. he thought. "Quit dancing on my head." he tried to say sternly but it came out sort of creaky. He opened his eyes and looked into a bunch of small, but concerned faces. "I'm okay." It was coming back. They must have stunned him. He sat up and felt his pockets instinctively. His stunner was gone and his comlink and tracer, but his shoelace was still there. He felt the back of his neck, smooth unbroken skin; his subdermal implant was still there. The range wasn't great, but how far could they have gone? So begins the waiting game. As his senses came alive, he was aware of a low humming noise and the vibrations of the floor. He looked around for Jankowski and counted off the kids. All the kids were present, but no Jankowski. "We're okay, kids. Have we done our reconaissance? What do we know?"
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From: bynlovingit
2007-08-28 05:54 pm (UTC)
"You think I should deal with you. Split the profits in exchange for your cooperation."

"The children do trust me." By said coaxingly. "Cooperative children are so much easier to manage."

"But I already have you, Lord Byerly. And you will do exactly as you're told."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Or you'll drug me and drag me around. Quite a sight you'll be then."

"You'll be standing up and doing your job of watching the children. They can't be trusted to be quiet, so I'll drug them and disguise them, but you'll still be awake and cooperating with everything and answering all the passport control questions put to you with perfect equanimity, and do you want to know why?"

"I'd love to know why." By said cooly.

"Because I'll be standing right next to you, holding little Isabelle. And if you make wrong move, I'll hand her back to you in pieces. Am I quite clear?"

By glanced nervously at his niece, realizing he'd given himself away. "Quite clear. You have my..." he struggled over the words, "entire cooperation."

"I thought you might feel that way." He gestured towards the door, "Come in." he barked.

A woman came in carrying a couple of bags. "Give him a proper military cut. He's a captain in the Imperial Service. You've gone lax while you've been on vacation, Captain. We'll talk again later. Don't give the nice lady any trouble."

He walked out followed by one of the armed guards who immediately returned with a chair and locked the door.
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[User Picture]From: ekatrin1
2007-08-28 06:41 pm (UTC)
Helen looked back and forth between the By and the strange man as they talked in whispered voices. She turned to Aral and whispered, "What do you think they're talking about?"

Aral turned to look and shrugged. Helen turned back to watch as the man exited and the strange woman came in. "Aral, Aral do you remember that story da used to tell us about why he hates small confined rooms..." Aral turned toward her wide eyed and nodded his head then stared at the woman with the bags. He edged over to By slowly followed by Helen and close to him and whispered, "By, what's going on?" He looked back nervously as the lady started to unpack things.
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From: bynlovingit
2007-08-28 06:50 pm (UTC)
"Well, the good news is he's uncorruptable and doesn't want to kill us."

By walked to the chair and sat down with a sigh. "The bad news is he's uncorruptable and doesn't mind hurting us. Now this lady has fresh clothing for us so we don't have to stay in what we're wearing." He tried to sound chipper, as if changing clothing wasn't just one more trick to made them harder to identify them. "I imagine she has all of our sizes." he added dryly. The woman smiled and nodded and ran a hand testingly through his hair. By flinched and pulled his head away. Behind him, he heard the familiar sound of a stunner being powered on. "She's going to give me a haircut too. It's far too hot to wear this much hair." But damnit, I spend a fortune getting my hair professionally cut and styled and I don't want anyone messing with it. For the Imperium. Only for the Imperium. Damnit.
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