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As his taxi emerged from a tunnel, Kondraki was met with a vista of the stretching coast of Sardinia and the fresh scent of the ocean.
"Proprio qui, per favore." [Right here, please].
The taxi driver noticed that the odd-looking tourist in the lab coat shoved something in his pocket in a hurry as he entered the car. He fiddled his fingers with the kilometer-counter on his dashboard as he usually did with the wealthy Americans, before turning back and asking for a hefty sum.
To his surprise (he usually expected some bargaining after he set the price), the man awkwardly shuffled around and gave him a massive stack of lira, before smiling and walking at a calm pace out of the car and on to the beach.
Americans had so much money to throw away... the driver thought, before beginning to drive back.
Kondraki knew that having a stack of memetic monopoly money would come in handy one day. The effect would wear off in around a couple hours, although the driver would have enough to buy Boardwalk and Park Place, with houses and hotels!
The Foundation usually didn't send someone as important as Kondraki on a field mission like this unless it involved a particularly nasty visual anomaly, and with an entire Mobile Task Force killed in what was certainly some kind of invisible anomaly with a weird fetish for razor blades he was basically the last on the line before more... drastic action was taken.
He sighed, before taking a sip of coffee. The trails he'd been tracking for the past couple of months all lead to this beach on Sardina... near this particular house. But he wasn't exactly sure what made it so important.
He scouted around the area, getting some inevitable sand in his shoes. Getting nowhere, he laid down and opened up his suitcase, containing his camera, a flock of his butterflies, and the amulet. He mentally instructed the insects to probe around the area for anything suspicious, with nothing coming back positive. He decided to pack up, pay off a local townsman for a recliner, and sit near the highway to wait for the next taxi.
He heard a voice next to him, sitting on a nearby rock.
"Tu lì. Non muoverti di un centimetro." [You there. Don't move a centimeter.]
Kondraki obliged by reclining further into the chair he was in. "Ti serve qualcosa?" [Need something?]
Something flew by Kondraki's head at incredible speeds. A bullet? A dart?
"Ho detto di non muoverti. Questo è il tuo ultimo avvertimento. Adesso, spingi la tua valigia alla tua destra, col piede." [I said don't move. That was your last warning. Now, slide your suitcase to your right, with your foot.]
Kondraki kicked back, putting his arms behind his head, turning to meet the assassin. "Sembri un pagliaccio." [You look like a clown.]
Another swift-moving object broke through his head, causing it to burst into a cluster of butterflies.
The assassin, slightly surprised, jumped off of the small cliff into the beach, ducking out of sight.
Kondraki, who was sitting on an identical recliner 5 meters to the left, grabbed his camera and pendant, giving chase.
Since the first one of these actually finished, why not make a part 2, eh?
To summarize the situation above, battle takes place on the beach at Sardinia where Risotto fought Doppio. Combatants start aware of each other, 15 meters apart. Speed is equalized, Kondraki has access to his standard equipment plus 427.
AP doesn't really matter lol.
Risotto Nero -
Dr. Kondraki -
Inconclusive -
"Proprio qui, per favore." [Right here, please].
The taxi driver noticed that the odd-looking tourist in the lab coat shoved something in his pocket in a hurry as he entered the car. He fiddled his fingers with the kilometer-counter on his dashboard as he usually did with the wealthy Americans, before turning back and asking for a hefty sum.
To his surprise (he usually expected some bargaining after he set the price), the man awkwardly shuffled around and gave him a massive stack of lira, before smiling and walking at a calm pace out of the car and on to the beach.
Americans had so much money to throw away... the driver thought, before beginning to drive back.
Kondraki knew that having a stack of memetic monopoly money would come in handy one day. The effect would wear off in around a couple hours, although the driver would have enough to buy Boardwalk and Park Place, with houses and hotels!
The Foundation usually didn't send someone as important as Kondraki on a field mission like this unless it involved a particularly nasty visual anomaly, and with an entire Mobile Task Force killed in what was certainly some kind of invisible anomaly with a weird fetish for razor blades he was basically the last on the line before more... drastic action was taken.
He sighed, before taking a sip of coffee. The trails he'd been tracking for the past couple of months all lead to this beach on Sardina... near this particular house. But he wasn't exactly sure what made it so important.
He scouted around the area, getting some inevitable sand in his shoes. Getting nowhere, he laid down and opened up his suitcase, containing his camera, a flock of his butterflies, and the amulet. He mentally instructed the insects to probe around the area for anything suspicious, with nothing coming back positive. He decided to pack up, pay off a local townsman for a recliner, and sit near the highway to wait for the next taxi.
He heard a voice next to him, sitting on a nearby rock.
"Tu lì. Non muoverti di un centimetro." [You there. Don't move a centimeter.]
Kondraki obliged by reclining further into the chair he was in. "Ti serve qualcosa?" [Need something?]
Something flew by Kondraki's head at incredible speeds. A bullet? A dart?
"Ho detto di non muoverti. Questo è il tuo ultimo avvertimento. Adesso, spingi la tua valigia alla tua destra, col piede." [I said don't move. That was your last warning. Now, slide your suitcase to your right, with your foot.]
Kondraki kicked back, putting his arms behind his head, turning to meet the assassin. "Sembri un pagliaccio." [You look like a clown.]
Another swift-moving object broke through his head, causing it to burst into a cluster of butterflies.
The assassin, slightly surprised, jumped off of the small cliff into the beach, ducking out of sight.
Kondraki, who was sitting on an identical recliner 5 meters to the left, grabbed his camera and pendant, giving chase.
Since the first one of these actually finished, why not make a part 2, eh?
To summarize the situation above, battle takes place on the beach at Sardinia where Risotto fought Doppio. Combatants start aware of each other, 15 meters apart. Speed is equalized, Kondraki has access to his standard equipment plus 427.
AP doesn't really matter lol.
Risotto Nero -
Dr. Kondraki -
Inconclusive -
