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       #Post#: 3017--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Broadshield Date: July 24, 2017, 7:45 am
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       Broadshield's eyes continue to scan the dark alleyway, assessing
       the possibilities as to where his target went. Straight ahead,
       left or right. He has nothing to go on, and there is little to
       no doubt that she's moving away from him, and he doesn't want to
       lose his target.
       His attention is diverted to the left path, where he hears the
       *clink* of a piece of metal hitting the ground. Something light
       by the sounds of it. He has no other options at this point.
       "Alright, come out now. Let's not play this game." he calls out
       to the left alleyway and awaits any response.
       #Post#: 3018--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Grace Date: July 24, 2017, 1:02 pm
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       Grace supposed that would have been a bit too easy. She did,
       however, figure the stallion’s refusal to blindly blunder into
       her hooves and the unique sound of his voice ruled him out as
       one of the mercenaries from the warehouse. The only pony she
       hadn’t heard speak in some way had been the one at the door, and
       she was convinced he was still stuffing his face with donuts
       right about now.
       How to handle this then? Well, she could try to just be quiet
       and hope the stalker would get the impression that she’d left
       him behind and leave himself, but then she’d be lacking any new
       information regarding who had been following her. Grace hummed
       quietly to herself and brought a hoof up to her jacket,
       unzipping it a bit to make it easier to draw her pistol if need
       be and clearing her throat.
       “You should know we’re already playing,” she replied without
       leaving her place, wishing to test the response and get a better
       impression of who she was dealing with, “the game starts when
       you get involved and doesn’t stop till you walk away. I
       encourage you to consider leaving this be and am willing to
       offer a chance else you might get wrapped up in something you’re
       not ready for. I’d just hate for you to regret it later.” She
       finished with a slight smirk, ears trained to listen for an
       advance.
       #Post#: 3040--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Broadshield Date: July 28, 2017, 7:38 pm
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       Broadshield can't help but let a grin form on his face. 'Gotcha'
       he thinks to himself, knowing exactly where his target is. "Oh
       really? My dear Grace, I can assure you I've been involved and
       wrapped up in 'games' that you could only dream of. This is
       nothing." he says, letting a few moments pass before continuing.
       "That's right. I know who you are, your threats don't scare me.
       But, now I'm curious as to what exactly you are... 'concerned'
       in me getting involved in. Would you care to share?" he says,
       his own smirk on his lips. The ball was in her court now.
       #Post#: 3041--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Grace Date: July 28, 2017, 11:55 pm
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       Oh, so he knew who she was. Definitely not the mercenaries. That
       made this somehow both simple and complicated all at once.
       Complicated because it would imply he may have been following
       her for far longer than she'd realized, her kicking herself
       mentally at the thought and promising to scold herself later on
       when she had the privacy. Simple because those sent after her
       often did so for three reasons: Rob, kidnap or murder, and she'd
       unfortunately become used to dealing with all three. The way he
       bragged about knowing who she was reminded her of her uncle, it
       being a favored tactic of his and one she'd personally seen him
       use in the past. Her uncle preferred a slower burn however, a
       creeping realization in the victim as opposed to outright
       gloating about it like this stallion did. It was intended to
       intimidate, Grace figured, though it didn't strike quite as hard
       as he may have hoped.
       She thought quickly from her spot, one she knew she'd need to
       leave soon since the more she spoke the easier it would be to
       close on her anyway. Depending on how much he knew she could be
       in for a bad time, but his confidence and desire to rub her face
       in his knowledge did give her an idea. What if she tried to go
       along with it?
       She allowed the silence to linger just long enough after he'd
       stopped talking to give the impression that she was either
       thinking over her options or unsure on what to do next then,
       purposefully a little too hurriedly, she spoke.
       "B-big things have small beginnings," she forged a small and
       near perfect nervous tremble into her delivery and stopped to
       quietly clear her throat again to act out regaining her
       composure, her tone soon readopting her calm and controlled
       cadence as she continued, "this may seem like nothing, but if
       you really are so experienced you should know not to
       underestimate seemingly minor happenings. You may not believe
       it, but what I said may have had more warning in it than threat,
       because this might be more serious than you realize."
       She paused and heaved a sigh that she intended for the stallion
       to just barely pick up on.
       "Who would I even be sharing with? You know who I am," no point
       in wasting both of their time trying to argue that, "but I don't
       like discussing my business with mysterious strangers that could
       just be waiting to run me through the second I step out. What's
       with the stalking? This going to go south? Because I'd rather
       just get it over with than jump through hoops." She tried to lay
       on an extra layer of confidence there, though it was less to
       build herself up and more to sound like a rich kid in over their
       head.
       #Post#: 3065--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Broadshield Date: August 7, 2017, 7:17 am
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       "How about we just cut the horse shit and just get on with it?"
       he says outright, simply cutting to the chase. Her talking about
       this threat sounded very real. She was obviously very skilled at
       talking. "I don't believe there really is a threat like you
       mention. Call it paranoia, but I'm finding it a little hard to
       trust you. Show me some proof about this threat and I'll believe
       you. Until then, I'm calling your bluff." he says. As for who am
       I? I can tell you that I am most certainly not one of those
       mercenaries you're so fond of associating yourself with. Why
       else would I shoot their guard with a 9mm SMG and leave them in
       an alley? No, I'm much higher up than a few low-life mercenaries
       who can't even defend a building adequately and make dirty
       dealings with a pony much like yourself. I wonder what ponies
       will think if they found out that a pony so closely associated
       with Fae Exotique was making dealings with mercenaries? I don't
       believe that it would be such a good look, now would it?" he
       says, letting the sentence sink in for a moment before
       continuing.
       "But enough about that. You asked who I am, yes? Well, I could
       tell you the whole truth, but I'd have to kill you." he says in
       a dead-serious tone. He isn't messing around, if he did tell her
       who he really was, she couldn't really be allowed to live. "I
       don't want anymore blood on my hooves, especially the life of a
       civilian. I can tell you however that my name is Broadshield. I
       am heavily involved in Equestrian Military, not those Royal
       Guards, but actual military. That much I can tell you that is
       true, and won't cost you your life." he says. "To confess, I
       didn't want you to know I was 'following' you. I don't like the
       word stalk. I had hoped that this would be all clean-cut, that
       you'd go about your business and I could do my job." he says,
       finally stopping.
       #Post#: 3066--------------------------------------------------
       Re: It Doesn't Even Matter
       By: Grace Date: August 7, 2017, 10:29 am
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       Well, he could have shot him because he’s part of another crew
       sent to do the same thing she’d planned. Grace wasn’t buying the
       story of him having possibly killed one of the other mercs. She
       very distinctly remembered hearing only a single gunshot when
       making her exit from that warehouse, it being the one fired
       after her as she remembered the destroyed shingle near her
       hooves blasting her jacket with bits of itself when it took the
       hit. It was of course possible that the weapon used had been
       silenced, but considering how he’d been speaking before she was
       comfortable in writing this up as another attempt to intimidate.
       Still, she’d be wise to prevent things from escalating beyond
       words as she was not prepared for a semi-automatic encounter in
       narrower space such as this especially if what he told her next
       was true.
       The threat sounded hollow to Grace, she’d simply heard it too
       many times being delivered by too many people for it to carry a
       punch, but the reveal of a name and confession to a connection
       to the Equestrian military was certainly fascinating. It had, in
       fact, been the exact kind of information Grace had been hoping
       to draw out. Now she had a starting point, and he can try to
       sound spooky all he wanted but this wouldn’t be the first time
       she’d been bothered by similar secretive entities.
       “You can’t tell anyone that!” Grace blurted in regard to being
       revealed to have vague “dealings” with the mercenaries, not
       actually caring but understanding that the key to a convincing
       act was consistency. In truth, he could take a megaphone to
       every town square and shout about this till his throat bled and
       she’d have little reason to worry. Her family was almost
       untouchable when it came to slander and accusations of illegal
       activity. With a single call they’d have the best lawyers in the
       country at their command and enough money and tactics to
       possibly even outlast the government in a legal battle. After
       all, her father had been prepping for such occasions ever since
       he rebuilt Fae to what it was today. She didn’t want to let
       Broadshield in on this either but she felt he was lacking in
       proof and witnesses considering she’d been in disguise and left
       little behind. On top of all this, she was the only member of
       her family to even be trying to build a positive relation with
       the average pony so any who would recognize her name would
       probably find the idea absurd.
       “I was just- I can’t be- Y-you…” She sighed and mumbled some
       meaningless words under her breath before beginning again with a
       faux stutter, “… I-I was just trying to… Okay, fine, I’ll come
       out just, you know, don’t get any closer or do anything too
       quick.”
       She rolled her eyes while she still could without being seen
       then made sure her hood was pulled up over her head to keep her
       eyes under a heavy shadow. She didn’t know what this soldier boy
       - if he really was a soldier - could learn from having a view of
       them, but if he was anything like her it could probably be a
       fair bit. Better not to take the risk. She stepped out into the
       ally albeit slowly and with a few glances over her shoulder as
       if expecting an ambush or someone else to drop in from behind
       her out of some unseen cranny. Once near enough to the center of
       the alley to be in full view but still allow an option to dive
       back into cover she cleared her throat and shifted as if
       nervous.
       “I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she insisted, like a foal with
       their hoof in a cookie jar, “I didn’t hurt anyone, I-I… Alright,
       look, I’m, not kidding when I say that following me right now
       could be a bad idea. If you’re really as high up as you claim
       then you could easily deduce that you wouldn’t be the only one
       who would be digging into my life because of who my family is,
       right? That maybe someone else on your supposed level could be
       right around the corner?
       “I’ll try to explain. Those ponies back there, those
       mercenaries, they had in their possession something that was
       stolen from someone I know, someone that wants it back, someone
       you wouldn’t want angry at you since doing so would make your
       life all kinds of difficult. I was just trying to get it back
       before things got out of hoof and started to spiral. Numerous
       ponies of varying import and wealth are wrestling over this
       thing right now and, as you saw, muscle is starting to be hired
       by some of them. It’s only a matter of time before they get more
       bold, and If some soldier like you is stalking me I’m worried I
       may be too late.”
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