Just Like Ivanov

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Scene Title Just Like Ivanov
Synopsis Niles is on the call to try and save Doyle and due to a series of events that all culminate to one point, he succeeds. With no death even.
Date May 11, 2009

Somewhere en route to Company Facilities


Eric Doyle is a lucky man. A series of unfortunate events, a fate like rube goldberg effect is starting to unfold before the worlds very eyes so many days before that culminate in the events that will unfold. It started with the person who filled the tranq darts, miscalibrating the dosage to be used. too little used and not noticed. So it went through the line, boxed up, transported, and put into service till one day, one fateful day, that little dart was ejected from a gun and sent flying across a room in central park and it's contents ejected on impact intp the flesh of one Eric Doyle. Fortunate for Eric, he is a heft man. So what should have lasted a few hours, sadly, lasts only ten minutes.

But ten minutes was all fate needs to fulfill the rest of it's duty. The van carrying doyle off toward certain re captivity - to likely join his present day twin so that they may be part of the study of present and future times and hey, if they touch, will they REALLY negate each other - meets with an accident in the form of a bike messenger. The van swerves to to miss the messenger who replies to the near miss with a middle finger cranked up to it's full height and a slew of curse words. The driver of the van doesn't care, he's just ran over some thing when he swerved that causes the tire to blow out and brings the van t a limping halt.

Eric Doyle.. This is your day.

As well, the future Doyle's had years of exposure to the drugs used - by the Company and others - that his present self hasn't. It may well be that they were going off what medical records they had, and underestimated the tolerance he'd been building up over ten years in the hell they called Moab. So between that, between his girth, and the under-strength sedative…

He's just cracking an eye open when the van swerves, jostling him on the bench he's secured to and causing a spike of pain to split through his head. Oh, he hates the hangover from these things. His teeth grit as the van starts to slow, and he looks up to the agent in the back with him. Time to find out if they got around to negating his abilities yet.

A hand lifts slightly, fingers crooking as he tries to reach out with his power, to weave threads into muscle — and as he feels those unseen strings latch on, he smiles, ever so faintly. The man's jaw snaps shut, clamping there, and with a jerk his arms reach over to work on the buckles holding the puppeteer in place, Eric's fingers wriggling just so as he guides his actions. He's only got so long…

Niles received the message of Doyle's imminent danger too late to send a duplicate to the scene prior to Doyle being loaded into the van. That means when his crackling blue-white duplicate blinks into existence in Central Park, there's no sign of the big guy. "Bugger," he murmurs to the surprise of a teenaged girl walking a big fluffy dog just to the left of where he appeared. The shining duplicate flashes her a grin before blinking out of existence. He knows which way the van was likely heading, so that narrows the search somewhat. Five duplicates fan out, above the tops of the building as he searches for a likely vehicle to be transporting the puppeteer.

He would have never found Doyle were it not for that tire blowing out. It draws the attention of one of his duplicates from high above. In an instant, a spectre of Niles Wight is crouched just behind Doyle.

"Well now. Seems you've got yourself in a pickle."

They haven't gotten around to negating him yet, having cmplete confidence in the sedative to keep him knocked out. But the look on the one agents face when he suddenly feels himself unwillingly shifting forward and over to start undoing the straps and cuffs that keep Doyle an immobile prisoner not of his doing is one of terror. Even worse is that the Agent can't warn the others. Not the ones in the front seat who are getting out to deal with the blown tire. The second one however in the back looks over as the other agent starts to undo doyle. He starts to yell even more at seeing the electrical ghost of Niles. "BREACH!" He calls out, grabbing for his gun, a tranq dart thumping into the space inside the large van where Nile's is. It's habit really, no tangible body though to be shot at. "BREACH!"

"Kinnnd've notished…" A slurred mumbling from the puppeteer - still recovering from the sedative - at that observation. As there's that shout from the other agent, Eric grimaces, head lifting (spinning a bit) and his one freed hand raising towards the other guard. The hand holding the tranq gun freezes suddenly, muscles locked.

The brow of the fat man furrows in concentration as he brings that hand up slowly, his eyes wide, the agent's own mirroring the moment as he points his finger at his throat. The same direction the tranq gun's pointing on the agent. "Oops," he whispers, the thumb 'hammer' falling down. Thwip, goes the dart.

The electric duplicate of Niles looks down at his chest where the dart passed harmlessly through. "Well. They're not especially bright, are they?" His tone crackles with wryness.

Suddenly, a second duplicate appears behind the man who shot at him. A crackling blue hand reaches out, through, and into the gunman's chest. He gives the gunman a startling jolt of electricity, enough to overload his nervous system. If he's healthy, it should knock him out. If he's got a heart condition, well…

Agent number tow, lets call him doug. Doug is having a bad day to Doyle's slightly better one. The gun turning around in his own hand and the trigger depressed by his own hand, the scream of "BREA-" is cut off with the twip and embedding of the dart into his throat. Eyelids go heavy and then raise for a moment as Niles electric hand plunges into his chest, producing a scream from the agent before he slumps over to the side, heart skipping wildly from the charge applied to it. One less man to deal with. THe first agent is still working at getting Doyle out, eyes frantic and filled with fear. There's scrabbling at the door to the back, as the agents work at getting the back door open.

Agent number tow, lets call him Doug. Doug is having a bad day to Doyle's slightly better one. The gun turning around in his own hand and the trigger depressed by his own hand, the scream of "BREA-" is cut off with the twip and embedding of the dart into his throat. Eyelids go heavy and then raise for a moment as Niles electric hand plunges into his chest, producing a scream from the agent before he slumps over to the side, heart skipping wildly from the charge applied to it. One less man to deal with. The first agent is still working at getting Doyle out, eyes frantic and filled with fear. There's scrabbling at the door to the back, as the agents work at getting the back door open.

As the last of the straps are undone, Doyle pushes himself unsteadily up — shaking his head to try and clear it, a grimace twisting his features. "I'm too old for this," he mutters, rubbing at his face with one hand as he slowly recovers from the under-dosage of sedative. A turn of his head, then, a wan smile and a tilt of his head to one of the electrical forms, "Thank you. Now, let's see about getting the hell out of here." A hop from table to van floor, unsteadily shifting on his feet. One hand lifts, fingers 'walking' through the air as he guides the agent between him and the back door as a human shield.

There is a distinct look of manic glee on the face of the duplicate that Niles fries. He withdraws and glances towards his other duplicate, then to Doyle. "Should I take out the others, or are you doing all right on your own?" His tone is flippant and casual. "It would be a shame if they decided to use deadly force on you."

But they aren't. They're not allowed to. So it's tranq's and tasers on their person. The door swings open, managed by one agent, as the second stands back. As the door swings open, the gun is fired, two darts sinking into the first agent's body with little care to the fact that he's possibly not Doyle. This only makes the first agent groan and go limp in Nile's control. The second agent is staying out of sight.

"Go for it," Doyle mutters as he ducks down under the gurney he was secured on, "Have a ball, Niles."

The puppeteer grimaces as the tranquilized agent's muscles relax despite his grip on them, and the agent drops to the ground in a heap.

Staying out of sight doesn't do much good when you're dealing with an incorporeal man who can move at the speed of electrical impulses. In a blink, a blue specter of Niles is standing to the left of the hidden man. He grins toothily, then surges forward to pass his body through the agent's, to send electrical impulses through his body. The aim is actually to simply knock the man out. He's learned from past experience that law enforcement types get a bit crazy when you go killing their own.

The visible agent is screaming into his radio. Subject escaping, backup needed, help" on and on it goes as the hidden agent suddenly convulses, as if he stuck his finger into light socket. Suit clad body slumps down, Niles's objective complete, gun's falling to the wayside and the last remaining awake agent fires this tranq towards Doyle, fruitlessly, knowing that Niles is likely coming for him next.

Oh no, not again! Doyle's bald head ducks down under the edge of the gurney, the dart thudding into the cushioning and fabric with a solid thump. "Why can't they just leave me alone," he whines quietly to himself, keeping under cover as Niles deals with the assailants. Hopefully, they won't be able to get reinforcements here in time.

One duplicate appears, seemingly out of nowhere, to the left of the tranq-bearing agent. But that is only a distraction as a second Niles approaches from behind and slides through the man's body, to jolt him with the painful, static stinging sensation of electromagnetic energy. He starts to amp up the voltage, to revel in the sensation of pushing his power. He starts to lose focus and only at the last moment, forces him to pull back before flash-frying the agent where he stands.

Then, both Niles duplicates look back to Doyle, but only one speaks. "You better get moving."

That particular agent is going to be feeling it for a while as he screams out from the tandem assault of Nile's electrical copies. What falls down to the ground is a twitching agent, his nervous system still dealing with the attack, but there's no more agents, just horrified bystanders, watching this all go on.

Whew. Doyle shoves himself up to his feet, stepping 'round the gurney and its embedded dart and hustling to the van's back, clambering awkwardly down - both somewhat unsteady due to the sedation at the moment and not the most athletic figure in the world. Especially at his age. He hits the ground with a grunt, eyes wide as he looks around the chaos of the particular area and then heads at a slow jog towards the nearest alleyway.

"Way— nnf— too old— nnf— for this— "
A spectre of Niles moves alongside Doyle for a few moments. "Well. That was fun. I'll see you back there, then. Ta." The duplicate glances once back over his shoulder, waves at a little girl shielded just behind her mother, then he seems to disappear into thin air.


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