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Post by Guillotine on May 26, 2014 17:06:38 GMT -5
There Gil sat, patiently waiting for TB to arrive. The young male looked rather content with his long black hair pulled up into a ponytail with a light blue scrunchy. Usually, Guillotine was too prideful to put his hair up in a girly fashion like this. But at the moment he didn't really care. In fact the hound seemed unusually calm in the crowded lunch room. Ever since Gil had started taking his new medication his temper had became a thing of the past.
Needless to say, the pills were working their magic. Gil didn't seem the least bit concerned when another man sat at the same table with him. The hellhound’s nose flared taking in his company’s scent. Guillotine didn't have to look up to tell what kind of monster sat next to him. His visitor appeared to be a vampire, or rather smelled he like one. This was an aroma Gil didn't care for, not in the least. He wasn't too fond of vampires, but he shrugged it off. The usual male aggressive hellhound sat there quietly playing with his stress ball. If this had been the normal Guillotine he would have stood up, cursed the man out, flipped a few tables, and set some people on fire; all in the name of his hellish instinct. Thankfully, no such practices would happen as long as his new medication was in his system.
The mild sedatives stopped Gil from feeling such emotions of intense rage. This was a good thing considering the male was about to get his first taste of PIDA life. Today he was going on his first mission. However, Guillotine wasn't too thrilled about the whole thing. Well, at least he could finally get the action he was so desperately looking for. As long as he stayed on TB’s good side he wouldn't have to worry about getting scolded like a child. The sedatives helped with Guillotine’s temper, but it didn't do much for his teenage attitude. Medication or not, Gil was still the king of assholes.
Guillotine sat in silence as different agents wandered around the kitchen. As interesting as all the new smells were Gil couldn't help but to get bored of it all. The longer he sat there the more his mind began to wonder into dangerous territory. Why had he decided to bend to the will of man? It had to do with this medication, right? No, he had affiliated himself with humans long before the PIDA found him. Akhtar had been his first human friend. Were his pack mates right about getting close to the wizard prince? Guillotine could remember arguing with his pack about the subject days before they tried to kill him. But did they do that for his own good? Had they seen this fate coming and tried to stop him from making this mistake? Maybe Havoc was right all along. Guillotine shook his head from side to side like a wet dog in a futile attempt to rid his mind of these thoughts.
The more Gil thought about it the more depressed he seemed to become. Not only has his choices in life left him without a pack, it also left him without a mate. Grumbling, Gil gave his toy ball another squeeze. He couldn't think about this right now. Oh, how low he had become. Before, when he felt such emotions arise he would go out and kill. Killing always made him feel better. It was an outlet that he could always rely on, until now. Now things were different. Could he really survive without killing or would his hellish mind go completely insane from the lack of stimulation? Suppose it was only a matter of time. Where was TB when he needed him?
“What is taking him so damn long?”
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on May 26, 2014 19:47:50 GMT -5
Johnathan Blaine sighed as he heard the door to his office close. Finally, it was about bloody time he left. This was supposed to be John's last patient of the day. It should have been a good thing, the british man had tried to schedule all his appointments as early as he could today just to get them out of the way. It wasn't the best method to do things but John had plans today, very important plans. Important enough at least that he needed to get the psychology portion of his work out of the way so he could deal with it. The man had rushed through as many of his scheduled appointments as he could, and things had been going rather well until the last one. The man shook his head, he should have known that this one appointment would take longer than the rest. That was always the case with this particular patient. It didn't bother him most of the time, but today he didn't want to deal with this crap. Johnathan glanced at the time and grumbled. “Bloody hell, I am late.” The man quickly shoved his last patient's file and pulled out the new mission file and rushed out the door.
This file was the reason for all the rush today. It had been awhile since John had worked on a mission since the first big case he and his friends had worked on since coming to the PIDA. With John having to juggle his new job as a psychologist (without even the slightest understanding of psychology), his regular agent duties, his old gaming career, and family life, he had trouble keeping up with completing missions. Sure he did a few light missions here and there while he had the time. In fact his whole group seemed to be taking it rather easy since their first large task. It was only natural though, the group was still a bit green, not everyone could take on something big and they certainly couldn't do much on their own. It was hard to find partners when some of your teammates couldn't help out. John had his other jobs, and Jesse had been out of commission for awhile, first with his injuries, and then with Guillotine. Neither of them could do anything together for a good while. But now things were changing, John could finally put his second PIDA job aside for awhile to do something more constructive, and even Jesse finally caught a big enough break that he could do something if he wanted to.
Too bad he wouldn't be working with his long time friend. Usually the gaming group had someone grab some missions, share them with everyone else, and then they all put their heads together and assign smaller teams to the tasks that was best suited for them. This time however John was given a mission from the agency itself and assigned a partner. This time his partner wasn't going to be Jesse, but someone else much more aggravating than Jesse Cox could ever be. This time he had to work with Guillotine. John frowned as he hurried his way over to the kitchens, pondering over how badly things would go for him with Gil as a partner. This was like some kind of sick joke. Out of all the people that John had to be partnered with it just had to be with the one person in the world he wouldn't want to work with at all. Really, he would have preferred working with Spoon, the biggest crazy idiotic man in his group than with Guillotine. Spoon was bad, that much he couldn't deny, but he at least was kind of likeable. It took a lot of time to get to that point but Spoon was a decent enough guy that he could slowly grow on him. Guillotine though was not like that. Gil was a stupid, egotistical, asshole who would maul you to death if you just said something he didn't like.
John had hated Gil long before he even met the damn beast. He had known him first from helping his best friend track him and his friends down for the PIDA, he started to dislike the hound after he and Nova had met Akeelah, and after seeing the hellhound nearly mauling his best friend to death he down right hated him. It didn't matter that Akhtar said he wasn't a monster, or even hearing from Jesse how much Gil was beginning to change, John could only see him as a rabid beast. And now that rabid beast was going to be his partner. Great, just great. How soon would it be till the damn hellhound betrayed him? John sighed. He really shouldn't be thinking about this sort of thing. Gil was not beyond pulling a stunt like this but there was little gain in doing so. The moment Gil betrayed the agency he would be put down. Even if Gil managed to get him killed he could at least be satisfied that Gil would be going down with him. No matter how he felt about Guillotine he had to be professional about this. Like it or not Gil would be his partner, he didn't need to get along with him, but he couldn't be hostile with the hellhound if it would interfere with their task.
It took a few minutes to make it over to the kitchens but finally he had made it. Putting his troubled thoughts a side Johnathan opened the door and stepped into the room. The place was pretty packed by the time he got there. There were a few agents around, most sitting in with their friends and a few by themselves. Sadly most of the people here were not anyone that he knew, but there was at least someone he did know. “Sorry I am late.” John said as he walked over to Gil. “I got held up by one of my patients, I tried to get here as fast as I could.” John looked over at the other man sitting a little further away at the table Gil was at. The man at least was far enough away that he didn't have to worry about him eavesdropping. Good, they wouldn't need to move for more privacy. “Now that we are here we might as well get started.” John grabbed the seat opposite of Gil, putting the file out on the table for Gil to look over if he wanted. “Did they tell you what we are going to be working on?”
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Post by Guillotine on May 27, 2014 17:17:14 GMT -5
Guillotine sat in silence as TB entered the room. As soon as the human took a step over the threshold his scent slowly moved about the room. The hound inhaled, smelling the man's aroma as he walked up to the table. God, even TB's scent seemed to annoy him. “It’s about time, Jonathan.” Gil grumbled from the table. He spoke TB’s real name as if it were some sort of insult. Since he didn't have the will to fight Gil would just stick to being a verbal bully. The hellhound would make it clear that he wasn't the least bit happy about working with TB. He even went as fair as to roll his eyes when John began to explain himself. So, TB was getting behind on his new job? This man was a real piece of work. Gil had heard that TB got a promotion for turning him in. The beast scoffed at the thought. He was tempted to spit a threat or two. Instead he kept his mouth shut. For once in his life Guillotine the trash talking bully was filtering what he was saying, to an extent. With the absences of bloodlust and rage it appear that intelligence was starting to fill the void.
Guillotine wouldn't want to get John too riled up. He still wanted to ask him about Akeelah. Since the hound found out she was pregnant he had began to get worried about her. What was happening to his ex-mate was unnatural. So much so that he feared the abominations growing inside her would end up killing her. In the very least he just wanted to hear that she was doing okay. Just hearing those words would ease his anxiety. Guillotine opened his mouth to speak but TB beat him to the punch. His questions would have to wait. John seemed eager to get started with this mission, and Gil couldn't blame him. The faster they got this mission done the faster they could go their separate ways.
When John asked Gil what the PIDA had told him the hound looked down and his ball. “Not much.” Gil replied as he continued to torment his already worn out stress ball. “They told me I was going to start my first mission. The bastards didn't even bother to tell me what kind of mission I would be going on. They just want me to follow orders and obey them like a good dog.” He finally looked up, those deep green eyes gave TB a challenging stare. The look of irritation could be seen on the hellhound’s pale features. Gil wasn't too happy with this arrangement, but there was little he could do about it. If Gil refused to work with the PIDA he would be executed on the spot. He couldn't afford to die, not with pups on the way. The hound’s brow furrowed as he continued to speak. Conflicting emotions were beginning to get in the way. However, Gil quickly subdued them. Instead of continuing this stare he returned his eyes to his ball. “-They did mentioned that I was going to be your new partner.” The news was just as upsetting to the hound as it had been for John. Guillotine was just getting accustomed to Jesse and how he did things. The human was fairly simple. He would be content as long as Gil did want he was told. The hound would even go as fair as to say that he wouldn't mind working with Jesse. The human gave him treats for being good. TB was different however. Not only was John ten times more strict than Jesse, but this was the man that shot him. Ultimately, TB was the human that put him behind bars.
Gil was still a bit sore about the whole thing. However, he wouldn't bring it up his vendetta against Agent John. The medication was making him feel far too calm. Gil had already gotten reminder from that dreadful day, he didn't need any backlash from the man sitting across from him. The hellhound sighed as he slipped his ball into the side pocket of his black jacket. His pale hand began to move down to his knee. He had finally gotten his leg restraint off. That annoying metal leg brace was replaced with a small cotton knee brace. The hound rubbed his sore knee. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about carrying that damn cane around anymore.
Gil’s attention was quickly drawn towards the table as TB placed a file down. The hound eyed the envelope with interest. Now this looked fairly familiar. Guillotine couldn't help but to think back to the day he was being interrogated for murders he had committed. He had a similar file like this. The file kept all his records and such. It didn't take long for Gil to put two and two together. So they were going to track down a dangerous supernatural? This was what the PIDA wanted him for, a replacement agent? Guillotine eyed John warily and hesitated before reaching for the file. Once it was in his grasp he opened it and skimmed through it. There was so much for him to read. Gil really didn't want to bother with it. “Care to fill me in?” Guillotine said as he looked up from the file.” ...or are you going to leave me in the dark, Jonathan?”
Old habits die hard.
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on May 27, 2014 19:16:50 GMT -5
It came as no surprise to John that Gil didn't look to pleased to see him. The hellhound greeted him coldly, not even bothering to hide the contempt in his voice as he said his real name. John just ignored him, it wasn't like he didn't expect this to happen. Gil hated John just as much as he hated him. There was nothing he could do about it, even if he wanted to. And he didn't. As strange as it was John didn't give a damn that his partner was someone that hated his guts. Hell, it bothered him more when his fans insulted him than anything Gil could ever say to him. It was odd but in a strange way was good. While Gil chewed him out for not being on time John took that time to get himself seated and put the mission's file down for them to look over. The brit put on his calm facade. It was business time now, he didn't give a crap about Gil's grudge or even his own, he was here to complete a mission and he intended to get the job done. The first order of business was getting as much information about their mission as possible. For that he needed to make sure his partner knew what was going on.
That was the big question, how much did Gil even know? Guillotine was not the sharpest tool in the shed from John had noticed, Gil would be clueless on most of the procedures that took place while carrying out a mission. And that was with guidance, for all John knew Gil had no guide to help him learn how to be an agent. John sighed when Gil admitted that he hadn't been told anything. “Why am I not surprised?” the man said, shaking his head sadly. “If there is one thing I have noticed about this place is that it has no structure.” John confessed. “Don't feel too badly about it, When me, Jesse, and everyone else started here we were left in the dark on how to do things.” John had been surprised when he first started working for the PIDA on just how uncaring the organization seemed to be. While they were good at gathering information and keeping track of the supernatural population in New Orlands, they were not too good at organizing their own employees. Everyone was just left to their own devices, even the newcomers. At first he just thought it was his group, but soon he came to realize that his friends chaotic habits were partially thanks to how things were run. “Eventually you just get used to it and learn at your own pace. It helps to have at least someone working with you, just be thankful that they had the decency to assign you a partner.”
John left the file for Gil to look over so they could get started, leaving the hellhound to look over the papers first so he could try to figure out what they were doing on his own. The hellhound rummaged through the papers for only a little bit before asking John to fill him in instead. The man sighed again, this was going to be a long day wasn't it? “If I left you in the dark you will never learn how to do this on your own.” the man replied. “Besides, you might just slow me down, or at worst get me killed. I rather you have as much knowledge as possible.” Johnathan gently took the file out of Gil's hands and pulled out some of the information out on the table for both of them to see. “What we are going to deal with is a potential high risk case.” He began.
“About a week ago an emergency call was made about a shooting. A teenage boy was found out in an alley with what was believed to be a large gunshot wound in his knee. When the boy was taken in for surgery however the doctors noticed that it was not an ordinary injury.” John pulled out the medical report, looked it over and showed it to Gil. "According to the report the wound was likely made from a gun but was severely burned, most likely after the knee was blown out.” John pulled out the picture of the wound out for Guillotine to look at as well. “The injury wasn't enough to get the agency's attention, what brought this case up to us was the boy's testimony. When the patient recovered he claimed that he was attacked by two people, a young man carrying a sword on his back, and a strange looking girl that burned him after he was shot. These are the people that we are going after.” John pulled out two drawings made from the first agents that had questioned the kid and placed them before the hellhound.
“The man besides the fact he was carrying a giant sword looks pretty normal. He looks around his late teens or early twenties, fairly tall and lean, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The girl is the strangest one out of the two. According to the report she is a pale looking teenager with white hair and red eyes. We don't know what they are yet, especially the man. There is a chance that the man is human if he had to attack that kid with a gun, but the girl clearly has some kind of fire power. It's possible that she could also be the one responsible for a chain of attacks that has been happening around the city involving fires. There isn't enough information about this attack to link it to the other ones yet. Our goal is to capture these two suspects and bring them in for questioning. Hopefully we can do this without getting burned alive or shot to death. Any questions?”
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Post by Guillotine on May 31, 2014 18:13:46 GMT -5
Guillotine’s words didn't appear to have an affect on the PIDA agent. Gil should have known better. When it came down to it TB always seemed to remained calm and collective. The hound doubted Jesse would have done the same in this position, then again, John had a totally different personality than Gil’s roommate. With his childish comments being ignored the hellhound turned his attention to what John had to say. What the human stated took Gil by surprise. It was interesting to hear that the rest of the agents were never taught their job positions. They had to figure it out on their own. “I-Is that so?” Hearing this made the hound feel a bit better about his rude awakening. It was strange to have such a powerful organization be so careless when it came to it’s agents. From what Gil had seen the agents were the heart of the society. Why weren't there any alphas guiding them? What kind of organization was this? Confused out of his mind, Gil let this thought slid as TB had more to say.
The hellhound finally decided he was going to put their differences aside. John had already made it clear that he wasn’t going to react to his bullying. So what was the point in continuing this charade? If it wasn’t for the medication Gil would have continued to pester John until he snapped. As long as he was forced to be there he should make the most of it. After all, he wasn’t locked in the PIDA cell or sitting on Jesse’s couch bored out of his mind. The PIDA was actually putting him to use! And for that Gil was surprisingly thankful.
Silent, Gil watched as TB pulled the file from his hand. The human then went through the file and placed some of the more important papers out in front of him. He then went on to explain that the case they were working on was high risk. Gil scoffed. “ I can handle anything you guys throw at me.” His cocky nature didn’t seem repressed by the medication. Gil’s green eyes scanned over the medical report as John explained the situation. Reluctantly, the male glanced down at the photo that displayed the human’s busted knee. Gil was used to the sight of gore. So much so that he was practically desensitized from all the killing he had done in the past. However, with his recent injury he seemed a bit repulsed by the image. The hellhound grimaced. “Damn.” It appeared that the suspect, or rather suspects, weren't afraid to take out knees. Gil’s tall frame grew tense at the thought of being shot in the knee again. Luckily for him John presented pictures of the suspects. It was just what Gil needed to get his mind off bloodied knees.
“The female looks like a feisty one.” The hellhound cooed, obviously showing more interest in the female suspect. He then looked over at the other picture that displayed the male suspect. Gil would agree with TB that his sketch interpretation appeared to be human. Then again, any supernatural could appear to be human these days. But it was still strange that he had weapons. Why would a supernatural need to use those? “A giant sword is normal?” Gil teased before give the picture another look over. “I guess he looks human enough. You’ll never really know until you see him in person.”
When John mentioned their suspects had to be brought back to the PIDA Gil grumbled. So killing them won’t be an option? “ Pity, I was hoping I would get to dig my fangs into someone's flesh.” Killing was Gil’s specialty. Unfortunately, he would have to learn to keep his victims alive. It was going to take him a while to get used to this good guy stuff.
Guillotine’s cockyness seemed to come out in full force. During the lecture Gil seemed calm, but the moment TB mentioned capturing the suspects Gil began to get excited. The hound flashed his signature toothy grin. “ If all we have to worry about it a little fire and a gun then I think this mission is going to be a breeze.” The hound cooed as he scratched his stubbly chin. After listening to John Gil chuckled. “You are the only one who has to worry about being burned, ya’ know. I think I could take the girl. I am a hellhound after all. My scales are practically fire proof.” Though this wasn't exactly true, the hound wouldn't let himself be outdone by TB, a mere human. Besides he didn't want to have to deal with the trigger happy, sword wielding, man. Gil could tell by the pictures that the male accomplice wasn't afraid to go after fragile knees since he was the one who had the gun.
John finished up before asking Gil if he had any questions. The hellhound nodded. “Yeah, when do we start looking for these two runts?”
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on May 31, 2014 20:47:54 GMT -5
This little meet up was going a little better than Johnathan had expected. The young man had expected Guillotine to be less than chipper about having to work with him, so when the hellhound had acted like a jerk the moment he saw him it didn't even faze him. When Gil seemed to give up on trying to push his buttons that caught John by surprise. Maybe Jesse was wrong on how much of an influence he had made on Guillotine. Jesse had always complained about how he felt like he wasn't getting to the hellhound since the time he had taken him in. But now that John could see the beast for himself he could already tell things were different. Whether it was the drugs, Jesse's influence, or self realization on Gil's part there was some changes in the hellhound that were already visible. He still had a long way to go though before John could truly trust him. There was no way that he would let his guard down just from this. At least it was a start, and it would help him get through this meeting.
John kept his critical thoughts to himself as he moved his focus to the main task ahead. The first order of business was simple, inform his partner about the mission. The basics were pretty straight forward of course, apprehend the suspects and bring them in for questioning. It sounded easy enough on paper but John knew better than that. Just looking over the information about the suspects they were chasing after made him worried. There was so little given about the two suspects. Besides knowing that the female involved had a little bit of fire power there was no information about what kind of being she or her accomplice were. How could they fight something they knew next to nothing about? At least with Guillotine's and Akeelah's case he and his friends at least knew what they were chasing after. Guillotine was the more dangerous out of the two, but at least a shapeshifting wolf and leopard was something they could handle. John wasn't too confident that his abilities were enough to take on people with fire powers and giant swords.
Guillotine however seemed to think differently than he did. John had to resist the urge to facepalm at the sheer sight of Gil's confidence. Some things just never changed, Gil's over confidence was one of them. It was that cockiness that lead to the hellhound's downfall in the first place, and if John didn't get it under control it could lead to his death now. Assuming that it wasn't justified that was. Gil wasn't like him or his group, Gil was a supernatural he was born the way he was and never thought he was remotely human for most of his life. There was a chance he knew what he was doing. John would just have to see. Guillotine scoffed at the idea that the male suspect was normal, and John had to agree with him on that. “You are right, we won't know till we meet him face to face.” he replied. “Even if he is human not all humans are completely normal. Take it from someone who found out for himself that he is...less than normal. This guy could have a trick or two up his sleeve.” It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that the boy had some kind of power. He didn't display anything of the sort in the report but that didn't mean he didn't. They wouldn't know till they had to bring them in.
When John told his new partner that they needed to bring them in Guillotine seemed a bit disappointed by that. John sighed, of course the rabid beast would want to deal with his first mission in a little more violent matter. “Don't get too upset over it. Most cases you will be dealing with will be just like this.” John stated, it looked like he would have to educate his new partner on the way things worked here. “Most of the time when we agents deal with dangerous cases the main goal is to apprehend the suspects alive and hopefully in one piece. Its a safety measure for the creatures we bring in. Some supernaturals don't understand that what they are doing is harmful and we can reform them. Other times we don't have a clear idea of what they did, or we were mistaken about their involvement. If I handled your case like how you would do it from the start, Nova and I would have never found out that your Ex was innocent.” John couldn't help but throw the shifter into his lecture. Gil wasn't likely to give a crap about anyone but himself for the most part. What John had to say would easily fly over the damn hound's head. But mentioning the girl might have some effect. He cared enough about her to agree to John's deal before his interrogation. Maybe using her as an example would help him sympathize enough to actually listen to him.
“Its important for us in any case to handle this quickly and cleanly as possible. If you can keep this in mind you will do well here and maybe earn your freedom. Don't worry though, if they give you trouble then you are free to use force. Just don't go overboard if you do.” John's little lecture didn't stop Guillotine from getting excited on the prospect of getting some action. The agent couldn't fault him for that, Gil had been so inactive for so long that being able to do anything must be exciting. Still, John wasn't too thrilled with the hellhound's eagerness and easy going attitude. “Assuming that all we are dealing with is just a little bit of fire and a gun that is. Remember Guillotine, this case is a high risk case because of what we don't know. For all we know this girl has a lot more than just fire powers that we have to deal with. And we know even less about her friend. They could be trouble for us. And yes I mean us, not just me. Don't forget that I was the one who took you down. You can boast all you want about being stronger than me because you aren't human but you aren't invincible. The last thing I want to do is to take you back to Jesse in another cast or a body bag. That will break his fragile little heart.”
“As for when we get started...before we hunt these two down we need to gather information first.” John explained. “Our best bet is to interview the patient, find out what happened to him and why he was targeted. We might get a clue as to what they are or even a name. It might be helpful to go to the police station and get some information about the crime scene for anything else we might be missing. Then we will go out on the streets to find them. It shouldn't be too hard to spot these kids, or at least anyone who might know them. Its hard to miss an Albino looking teenaged girl and her giant sword wielding friend. Most of this we will be doing together, but if something happens when we need to separate then you can chase after the girl. Since you are fireproof and probably less willing to fight someone wielding a gun seeing as how well that went for you last time.”
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Post by Guillotine on Jun 2, 2014 17:14:11 GMT -5
Disappointed, Gil sighed. “Ugh, I guess you are right.” It took a lot for the hound to admit that he was wrong. However, John did have a point. They didn't know really anything at all about the suspects. For all he knew the female could harness the power of all the elements. Meaning she could possess ice powers that would put him out of commission. Oh, how devastating that would be. Not only to be beaten by a female but to be frozen as well, a real nightmare. Just the thought sent an unpleasant shiver down Gil’s spine. The hellhound thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding his head in agreement. Perhaps he was getting a little too excited about this mission. It was a good thing John was around to keep his more playful side in check. The human was right about one thing, a partner made this mission a bit easier.
Jonathan went on to explain the normal apprehending procedures. He didn't sugar coat anything for his sake. Their prey were to be brought back alive! Preferably, with their body intact. However, TB did mention that they could use force but only if that was necessary. Man, this lecture was boring Gil to tears. When Akeelah was brought up it immediately caught Gil’s attention. Yet again, the agent was right. John was wise to use Akeelah as an example. Knowing Guillotine would more likely pay attention since he did have an unhealthy obsession with his Ex-mate.
It appeared that Johnathan was beginning to figure how to capture the hellhound’s full attention without the use of a dog treat; which was quite a feat. Guillotine nodded. “I understand.” He began to frown at the thought of the agents harming Akeelah. There was a real possibility that Akeelah could have been executed for his crimes. She was innocent, but yet she seemed to have gotten into just as much trouble as Gil and he was the one who had done the killing. Thankfully, those who handled the case had a fairly good head on their shoulders. (*cough*someofthem*cough*) Still Gil couldn’t help but to feel bad about dragging his ex though his problems. “Luckily you guys did not hurt her. There would have been hell to pay.” as Hypocritical as this seemed, Gil couldn’t stand the thought of his ex being hurt. But yet the hound himself seemed to be the most toxic thing in Akeelah’s life. After spending time at the PIDA he began to realize this.
When John brought up the fact that he had taken Gil down the hellhound rolled his eyes. These words seemed to bring him out of his depressed rut. Here we go. Was the human trying to get on his bad side? Guillotine was already upset about Akeelah, and now this? Surprisingly enough Gil didn't feel the least bit angry about John beining up the past. If anything he was just a little annoyed by it. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Gil placed his elbow onto the table before resting his chin on his pale hand. Then for the first time since TB came to the table Gil broke eye contact. “D-Don’t rub it in, Johnanthan.”
Despite being put down by this comment Gil did start to see where John was coming from. He even introduced Gil to the fact that his roommate would be devastated if Gil got hurt or even died. Now this was surprising. Did Jesse really care that much? Surely, this had to be a mistake. John’s words held truth to them.Just knowing that his roommate truly cared about him seemed to bring a sincere smile to Gil’s face. He’d have to play it safe from now on.
When John got around to answer Gil’s question the hound was a bit surprised by the answer. They had to gather clues first and interview the victim. That made a bit of since. It would be a bit boring but maybe they could find out more about the suspects. With any luck they could track them down without any problems. Gil had a long way to go when it came to successfully thinking things through. At least he had a start in the right direction. With a smile Gil looked John in the eye. With John’s help he was ready to start looking for clues. “Got it, Chief.”
Now that he had the information he needed Gil’s thoughts began to get a bit off track. “Say, before we get started can you do me a favor? I would greatly appreciate it if you buy me a pack of cigarettes.” It would be just what he needed to calm his nerves before they went out searching for clues. Guillotine wouldn't have been asking if Jesse had not throw out his last pack that he smuggled from a store. At least he still had the lighter. “Come on, Chief. If you buy me some smokes I will obey any order you give me.” Now he was getting desperate. Gil brought up his hands, put his palms together, and interlaced his fingers in a truly begging fashion. This would be the first and the last time he wanted to beg like a dog in need of a biscuit. ” I will be a good dog, damn it!”
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jun 3, 2014 18:36:20 GMT -5
There was some hope for Guillotine after all. Johnathan didn't show it, but he was a little surprised to how well Gil was listening to him as the discussed their mission. The man had been expecting a bit more hostility and resistance from the hellhound today. It had been awhile since the two had seen each other. The last time Johnathan had seen Guillotine it had been after his handlers had put the tracker in him in preparation of handing him over to Jesse to be taken care of. The only reason he bothered to show up at all was to give the damn beast a warning about just what would happen if he dared to sink his fangs in his best friend again. It wasn't necessary, most of what he had said the agency would have told him themselves. But John wanted to make sure it stuck with him if Gil ended up killing his friend. Most of their interactions had been like that, John threatened him and Gil either growled back or pretended he didn't hear what he was saying. Things were different now and that surprised him. Just what happened to Guillotine since the last time they met? Was this new change in attitude thanks to Jesse? The drugs? Maturity? Who knew. Whatever it was he liked it. It wasn't enough for him to let his guard down though. If Gil had any future at all as an agent or a well rounded person he would need a stern hand to keep him on that track, and John was just the man to give him that stern hand.
John wasn't only stern but he knew Gil well enough in what little time he had spent with him, and everything he had heard from Jesse he knew how to push Gil's buttons, get on his good side (if he really needed to), or get him to pay attention when he needed too. When he noticed Guillotine was losing interest in his lecture he made sure to bring up the one person that would peak his interest. It was somewhat cruel to bring the shapeshifting girl up to the last person that should ever be around her but she was the best weapon that John had against the hellhound. As strange as it was, given what the hellhound had done to the kid Gil did love her. Only a fool would be blind to that fact, and John was no fool. He knew how the hellhound felt, but he also knew that no matter how strongly that love was it wasn't enough to ever make him trust the girl's life near Guillotine. It was a little bit ironic hearing the hound, the person who in a way was the reason John and his partner found Akeelah in the first place saying there would have been hell to pay if they had done her harm.
“Luck had nothing to do with it.” John replied. “Suspect or not, I am not the kind of man that would harm someone who was already severely injured and neither is Nova.” John wouldn't admit to Guillotine that the person he really should thank for keeping the shapeshifter away from the PIDA's eyes was Nova. If Nova hadn't insisted that he wanted to hide her with him and his friends John wouldn't have hesitated to take her in despite her condition. The agency was not likely to just carelessly throw a young injured girl in prison without at least providing decent healthcare for her. But it was what would happen afterwards that made him waver in enforcing protocol. John didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that it took the least mature out of the two to realize it. At least it ended up working out in the long run.
He changed the topic soon from the girl and moved it back to Gil, and what he said about humans and their weakness. Johnathan couldn't help but crack a wise ass remark on what had happened the last time Guillotine had fought a human. Really the only reason he brought their fight up was to remind Gil that he should not underestimate mankind. As powerful as supernatural creatures tended to be humans were still a force to be reckoned with. There were a lot more humans than their were supernaturals, they had enough numbers, influence, and even technology to overpower someone like Guillotine. And that was excluding the people that were like him, born completely human but with a unique power that made them special. Some were more powerful than others, like Akhtar and his exceptional magical powers, but even someone like John, with the strangest power in existence could do a lot if they wanted to.
This was something that Guillotine was slow to learn. The hellhound had spent so much time hunting down the weakest of human kind that he, like many supernaturals like him assumed that all of them were just as weak and pathetic as their prey. It took those that had some power to break that chain of thought at some point. Gil needed to learn to never underestimate anyone. If he kept thinking the way he did he would get himself killed working for the PIDA. This was something that John did not want to happen. The brit would hate it if he ever had a partner die on him, it was bad enough thinking that he might lose Jesse the day he had taken Guillotine down that he never wanted to be in that position again even with someone he didn't like. Even if Gil wasn't his partner anymore John still didn't want to see the hellhound die. There were too many people in their lives that would miss the silly hound. Akhtar would be sad if after trusting the PIDA to take care of them to find out he died on duty. And Jesse...dear god he didn't want to think about how upset Jesse would be if Guillotine died on him. Even if Jesse didn't say it he had taken a liking to Gil during their time together. Whether Guillotine knew it or not Jesse saw the hellhound as a friend. That alone was good enough to make John try to look out for the hellhound.
Again John was a bit surprised on how Guillotine responded to what he said. Guillotine had always been a prideful arrogant man, so bringing up any moment where he was bested by someone he thought was weaker than him was bound to make him react badly. John had expected the beast to snarl at the mention of their fight but he didn't. He didn't even seem mad, but instead looked away. Just seeing Gil look away brought a small wicked grin on the man's face for a moment. There were only a few people around that knew what it meant when Guillotine dropped his gaze like this, and John was one of those few. For the hellhound eye contact was important. The person who couldn't look the other in the eye was the weaker one. Gil was the kind of person that didn't want to be seen as weak in any way, yet he looked away. Did that mean he would listen to John more? Johnathan would find out soon enough.
Now that Gil was filled in on the plan the hellhound made a strange request from John. He wanted a smoke? The man gave Gil an odd look at the request. It wasn't like he asked him for a cigarette or asked if he had a pack he could borrow, but to buy one for him. Why would he do that, and ask so desperately for that matter? Well...maybe it was a little understandable why he'd ask someone else to waste money on him. It wasn't like Gil had been working before coming in today for his first mission. The hellhound had been out of a job since he had been on the run, so he probably didn't have any money to spend. And Jesse who had been so focused on keeping Gil healthy during his recovery as well as changing his lifestyle so he could become healthier himself probably never thought to give his new roommate any money to buy cigarettes for himself. “You will obey any order I give you, you say?” the man gave another wicked smile at Guillotine's words. “Sure, I don't mind giving you a pack when we are free. But if I do you better keep your word on that. You can't smoke in the car though, I don't want the missus thinking that I have taken up smoking. And you can't smoke when we go to the hospital. If you get a craving for them while we are there the most I will give you is a nicotine patch and that is it.”
“I think we have the plan all sorted out, so now we just need to decide on when to do everything.” John began. There was a lot to get done and he wasn't sure how much time they had to do it. If they were lucky the suspects had no idea that they would be chasing after them. Some supernaturals didn't know that the PIDA existed, and it helped that the agency was kept hidden from the general public so information wouldn't leak out. But if they did know the suspects might be on their way out of the city by now. John looked at his watch quickly. “We still have enough time to visit the hospital now and interview the victim if you want to get a head start on that. Or we can try to do some research on what the girl might be at the library here.” It wasn't much but looking at what known species that used fire could be helpful in knowing how to handle the girl. It would at least be helpful for Gil if he had to pursue her on his own. “So Gilly, tell me what would you like to do today?”
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Post by Guillotine on Jun 6, 2014 17:10:37 GMT -5
Guillotine dropped his gaze again as TB explained that he wouldn't have harmed Akeelah, much less someone who was already severely injured and laying in a hospital bed. John made it clear, he wasn't a bloodthirsty monster. Guilt began to race through Guillotine’s skull as memories of that day danced around in his head. The hound wouldn't deny the fact that he tried to kill Akeelah that fateful day. His own obsession with the shifter, along with his killer instinct, nearly cost the female her life. It wouldn't be so bad if Gil didn't actually enjoy tearing into his mate. Back then he wanted to make her pay for leaving him, it felt good to get what he wanted and punished those who stood in his way. Looking back, Guillotine thought of what would have really happened if he did managed to kill her. Would he be upset after regaining his senses? Gil would not doubt that so many conflicting emotions would have drove him to suicide.
Guillotine swallowed hard and remained quiet for the duration of the conversation. Gil figured he should have just kept his mouth shut, and maybe, he wouldn't be feeling like shit right now. John and his agent friends had done a fantastic job of keeping Akeelah safe. It really wasn't like Akeelah needed their help anyway. The feline had a good head on her shoulders, and top notch survival skills. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. The hound’s tall frame began to grow more relaxed. Suppose it would be wise not to worry so much about her? That was easier said than done.
With memories of Akeelah fresh in his mind the hound couldn't help but to wonder if he would ever see her again. Maybe it was for the best that they were separated? The bad thing was that the little skirmish they had in the woods wasn't the first time Gil had caused Akeelah harm. If the male could remember correctly he had hit her more than once out of anger in the duration of their relationship. Chances are Akeelah wouldn't want to see him to begin with. Not after all they have been through. Gil was just a hopeless romantic. Realizing this, the beast began to slump in his chair. Great, now he was beginning to sulk again. Gil slipped his hands into his pockets, his right hand began to squeeze his stress ball in an attempt to find relief from his dark thoughts.
The hellhound was thankful when the subject finally changed. However, Gil really didn’t like the look TB was giving him. That grin was very unsettling; even to a hound from hell. A cold chill raced up Gil’s spine. Perhaps Gil shouldn’t have been so open to the whole control thing? Surely the agent would use this to his advantage. Who knows what John would make him do, and all for a pack of damn cigarettes. Gil’s once excited persona had quickly vanished in a matter of seconds. He knew he had just fucked up when TB flashed that wicked grin. “Y-yeah, anything.” He said nervously. The hound wouldn’t go back on his promise now, he still wanted those damn cancer sticks. Gil listened as John agreed to give him what he wanted. In return Gil would have to obey any order John gives him. Also, Johnathan set some ground rules about when and where he could smoke. Nevertheless, he agreed to give the hellhound a pack of cigarettes. The male was just happy to hear that. “Yes! You won’t regret it.” Gil barked, his bum began to wag a bit in his chair. He just seemed happy to actually be getting a pack of cigarettes after this boring little lecture was over. Perhaps TB wasn’t so bad after all. Jesse would have refused, but John appeared to be giving him a chance. Now all the hound had to do was be an obedient dog.
The hound suddenly cocked his head to the side. He was curious after realizing John had mentioned he had a ‘misses’. Was this true? Suppose it was none of his business but the male wanted to know. He finally threw his hands up and said. “Wait-wait you have a mate?” This came as a surprise. Of all people to have a mate Gil thought this man would be the last. What kind of female would want a stuck up agent like John? Then again Gil didn't really know anything about the man. Well, other than his protectiveness of his fellow agents. Maybe there was more to this man than Gil had previously thought? Gil lowered his hands and slipped them back into the safety of his coat pockets. A wicked grin then appeared onto his face. “Well, damn. I didn’t take you for a ladies man, Chief.” Guillotine appeared to be getting off track. Luckily, John was there to steer the hound back into the right direction.
“A-Are you really asking me what I want to do?” Guillotine replied with a bit of sarcasm lacing that raspy voice of his. The hound then chuckled a bit. Now, like always, he was about to spout some bullshit. “Oh man, there are plenty of things that I want to do. “The hound cooed as he stretched, rolling his shoulders back until they popped. ” I wouldn't mind taking a walk in the woods, visiting Akeelah, playing fetch, Oh and maybe even eating my own weight in steak.” Now that he and John appeared to be on a good level Gil would loosen up a bit. The hellhound looked back at TB after giving the run-around. His teasing would be unwelcome, he was sure. Though, Guillotine doubted the agent would take him seriously with any of that, so he played it off as a joke. After all, they had a job to do. Letting his words sink in, Guillotine laughed and shrugged. He appeared to be going a bit more comfortable around TB with each passing minute. ” But, I figure business comes before pleasure. Am I right, Chief?”
Perhaps Gil’s new medication was working a bit too well. With the absences of anger and instinct his intelligence, that had been locked away all this time, was allowed to flourish. Guillotine took a moment to think about the situation at hand. John had given him one of two options. He could go with TB to the library and study up on fire-welding creatures or he could interview the young human at the hospital. After giving it some time to think it over the hound came to a decision. “I think we should go to the hospital and speak to the victim first. Maybe he will have some more info to give us.” The hound then flashed a sharp-toothed grin. “Besides, powers or not, you humans are a very forgetful bunch. It would be a shame if the boy were to forget any important details since his accident. “ Gil figured this whole mission was going to be a cakewalk. He’d managed to track down prey in the woods. Could tracking two beings down in the city be so hard? Guillotine took this time to stand up and stretch again. He was feeling a bit restless and couldn't wait to start the mission. “It’s better to make due with what we got while the time is right.”
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