Red Shaman
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
69
Views:
3,648
Reviews:
88
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Goddess
Tazzy: My dear, you'll probably get sick of how many chapters this thing has.
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The redhead paused in her work at the computer then turned her head a bit as the com crackled to life in her left ear. She smiled when she recognized the voice on the other end.
“Goddess to Red Shaman one. Do you read?”
“Loud and clear, Goddess. Go ahead.”
“Good morning. Information about you from the CIA computer has been hacked.”
“Excellent! Special Agent Monroe will be so thrilled. They could never count the kills right. We'll have to start leaving messages on the bodies. This assassination brought to you by Red Shaman. I always knew that boy was a great hacker. How is our little white kitten, by the way?”
“Alive.”
“How are the other boys? Better yet, how's Abyssinian?”
“Grateful that Bombay is alive. Mad at and suspicious as hell of me.”
“Which of course you didn't encourage in the slightest.”
“What would make you think that?”
“Experience.”
“Is that Gran?” came a voice from behind her.
She nodded.
“Hi, Gran!”
“Hi, Star.”
“How exactly did you get Bombay to hack the system?”
“Easy. Wound Abyssinian up nice and tight and casually remarked that Red Shaman was something he should look into.”
“You're so mean to him, Gran.”
“Do you two mind? I'm putting you on the speaker, Goddess.”
“I'm not mean to him. I just have no qualms whatsoever in adjusting the attitudes of those who annoy me. You just have a thing for redheads.”
“Eh. If that's the case, I'll take the hot little German from Schwarz instead. At least he's fun to play with. I'm afraid Abyssinian is going to pop a microchip at any given moment. And all that angst gives me a headache.”
“Just don't get her started on Berserker. I'm a little worried about her fetish in that area.”
“I like to live dangerously.”
“Since you're no longer alive, it's kind of a moot point.”
“Okay, you two. I have to get going.”
“Gotcha. Maybe we can get Bombay to hack back into the system and put in the correct number of kills we have.”
“Do we even know at this point?”
“I know we have over a thousand for just this year.”
“Bye, Gran. Lunch on Thursday. Bring the husbands.”
“Providing I can get the suit out of the office. Sure.”
Omi sat and stared at the computer screen in front of him in disbelief and mild shock. He had hacked back into the system looking for Red Shaman again. Ken's responses had been too pat and rehearsed for his liking. Not to mention that Aya had shut down the computer immediately as they had walked in the door. Aya obviously failed to realize that he could bring up whatever had been on screen with a few clicks. Ken had asked about tracking down the name shortly after Aya had talked to Lady outside the shop. It was all just too weird and entirely too suspicious. But what he was staring at on screen couldn't possibly be the woman he knew. But some sly little part of his brain whispered that he really didn't know who or what she was. He only knew what she had presented herself to be.
Even a week later he wondered if he had imagined the whole episode. Wondered if he had really died and if she had really brought him back from the edge of the grave. He shook his head to clear it. He had died. He knew it because Ken had said he was able to see through him. He rubbed his chest over his heart. He remembered the impact of the bullet ripping through his chest. There was only the faintest of scars to even inform him that the whole incident had been real and not a dream.
He looked back at the computer screen. He had scrolled through the impressive number of kills that Red Shaman had racked up over the last few years. He wondered idly if the numbers were real or exaggerated. Though it had been titled Confirmed Kills which led him to believe that whoever had put the number into the system had known what they were talking about. What had caught his attention was not the number of kills nor the apparent fact that this person had been around for over a hundred years. It had been the only known affiliations section of the documents.
Codename: Goddess
Approximate age: mid thirties
Approximate physical description: 5'4” tall (this was an American system after all, Omi thought)
Hair: Dark (usually) Eyes: Blue
No known photographs.
Last known confirmed sighting: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Last unconfirmed sighting: Tokyo, Japan
Last known vehicle: Jaguar XK8 Victory Edition
Illinois Vanity plates: ALPHA Registered though various companies.
No known date of birth, no known address, no known social security number, no known alias, no known birth name.
According to public records this individual does not exist.
Omi sat for a few moments deep in thought. Yes, Lady matched the physical description. Yes, he had seen the car and the make, model, and plates matched. According to this: the woman who had brought him back from the dead was a ghost herself.
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The redhead paused in her work at the computer then turned her head a bit as the com crackled to life in her left ear. She smiled when she recognized the voice on the other end.
“Goddess to Red Shaman one. Do you read?”
“Loud and clear, Goddess. Go ahead.”
“Good morning. Information about you from the CIA computer has been hacked.”
“Excellent! Special Agent Monroe will be so thrilled. They could never count the kills right. We'll have to start leaving messages on the bodies. This assassination brought to you by Red Shaman. I always knew that boy was a great hacker. How is our little white kitten, by the way?”
“Alive.”
“How are the other boys? Better yet, how's Abyssinian?”
“Grateful that Bombay is alive. Mad at and suspicious as hell of me.”
“Which of course you didn't encourage in the slightest.”
“What would make you think that?”
“Experience.”
“Is that Gran?” came a voice from behind her.
She nodded.
“Hi, Gran!”
“Hi, Star.”
“How exactly did you get Bombay to hack the system?”
“Easy. Wound Abyssinian up nice and tight and casually remarked that Red Shaman was something he should look into.”
“You're so mean to him, Gran.”
“Do you two mind? I'm putting you on the speaker, Goddess.”
“I'm not mean to him. I just have no qualms whatsoever in adjusting the attitudes of those who annoy me. You just have a thing for redheads.”
“Eh. If that's the case, I'll take the hot little German from Schwarz instead. At least he's fun to play with. I'm afraid Abyssinian is going to pop a microchip at any given moment. And all that angst gives me a headache.”
“Just don't get her started on Berserker. I'm a little worried about her fetish in that area.”
“I like to live dangerously.”
“Since you're no longer alive, it's kind of a moot point.”
“Okay, you two. I have to get going.”
“Gotcha. Maybe we can get Bombay to hack back into the system and put in the correct number of kills we have.”
“Do we even know at this point?”
“I know we have over a thousand for just this year.”
“Bye, Gran. Lunch on Thursday. Bring the husbands.”
“Providing I can get the suit out of the office. Sure.”
Omi sat and stared at the computer screen in front of him in disbelief and mild shock. He had hacked back into the system looking for Red Shaman again. Ken's responses had been too pat and rehearsed for his liking. Not to mention that Aya had shut down the computer immediately as they had walked in the door. Aya obviously failed to realize that he could bring up whatever had been on screen with a few clicks. Ken had asked about tracking down the name shortly after Aya had talked to Lady outside the shop. It was all just too weird and entirely too suspicious. But what he was staring at on screen couldn't possibly be the woman he knew. But some sly little part of his brain whispered that he really didn't know who or what she was. He only knew what she had presented herself to be.
Even a week later he wondered if he had imagined the whole episode. Wondered if he had really died and if she had really brought him back from the edge of the grave. He shook his head to clear it. He had died. He knew it because Ken had said he was able to see through him. He rubbed his chest over his heart. He remembered the impact of the bullet ripping through his chest. There was only the faintest of scars to even inform him that the whole incident had been real and not a dream.
He looked back at the computer screen. He had scrolled through the impressive number of kills that Red Shaman had racked up over the last few years. He wondered idly if the numbers were real or exaggerated. Though it had been titled Confirmed Kills which led him to believe that whoever had put the number into the system had known what they were talking about. What had caught his attention was not the number of kills nor the apparent fact that this person had been around for over a hundred years. It had been the only known affiliations section of the documents.
Codename: Goddess
Approximate age: mid thirties
Approximate physical description: 5'4” tall (this was an American system after all, Omi thought)
Hair: Dark (usually) Eyes: Blue
No known photographs.
Last known confirmed sighting: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Last unconfirmed sighting: Tokyo, Japan
Last known vehicle: Jaguar XK8 Victory Edition
Illinois Vanity plates: ALPHA Registered though various companies.
No known date of birth, no known address, no known social security number, no known alias, no known birth name.
According to public records this individual does not exist.
Omi sat for a few moments deep in thought. Yes, Lady matched the physical description. Yes, he had seen the car and the make, model, and plates matched. According to this: the woman who had brought him back from the dead was a ghost herself.