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Post by Ben Linus on Jun 29, 2008 15:30:13 GMT -5
Ben was huddled in the small alcove that hid behind a bookshelf and underneath his living room and kitchen. He had gotten word back from Goodwin, they were searching for the pilot. Worse yet, they were looking for the transceiver. Something had to be done, a message had to be sent. Benjamin wasn't quite sure who these people were yet, or what had brought them here, but he had ideas. Oh yes, he had plenty of those. None of them good. He turned the wheel, felt the gust of wind push over and around his entire body as he moved to do His bidding. To do Jacob's bidding. Surely this was what Jacob would want, and Ben had no time to go see him himself, especially for something as unimportant as a few unwelcome guests. Besides, Jacob trusted him. That's why he was in charge. He ran back upstairs in time to see the sky darken, and in time to hear the knock at his front door.
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Post by Richard Alpert on Jun 30, 2008 21:49:23 GMT -5
Richard strode along the path, his dark eyes scanning the community as he went. He was heading for Ben's house, as he had some information from him and would have some things to discuss. He had just received some information from Mikhail about some of the survivors. He had recently gotten back from filming some footages of Juliet's sister for Ben, but it hadn't taken him long to get caught up with what happened. As he passed another house, he spotted the familiar teenager girl hurrying past, not seeming to see Richard there.
"Alex," he called out, startling the girl. She had hesitated and was looking his way, though clearly she had other places she needed to be. "Is Ben home?" Richard got right to the point, not wanting to take up Alex's time as much as he wanted to waste his own. He also didn't want to go off looking for Ben if Ben isn't even there. Richard didn't have is walkie with him at that point, finding it pointless to carry around until he got some new batteries for it.
"Yeah, he is," the sixteen year old hastily replied, hovering there for a moment before continuing on her way when she realized Richard had nothing else to ask her. Alex disappeared around the back of one of the other houses without another word, so Richard continued on his way up to Ben's house.
Richard stepped up onto the porch, pausing by the front door to Ben's house. In one hand he held a couple of papers and with the other he knocked on Ben's door. They had just heard back from Goodwin, and although they had yet to get more information on the survivors of Oceanic 815, Richard had some information Ben would need to hear, especially with their recent research.
Richard gazed off across the community as he waited for an answer, noticing the sky darken. He shifted his position outside the front door as he awaited an answer from Ben; he knew Ben was home as he had run into Alex on the way over and she had mentioned Ben was still in the house.
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Post by Ben Linus on Jul 5, 2008 14:58:10 GMT -5
Ben walked to the door and opened it smartly, urging Richard to come in and closing the door behind him. He felt and heard and saw the ground shaking, the smoke coming, the sky blackening. He knew what he was doing, what he was doing to help the cause of these people, Jacob's people, his people. There were tresspassers among them now. Ben didn't know how but here they were, and he was going to do something about it.
The shaking thundering stopped as the last of the seemingly smoky cloud rushed past him and off to complete it's task. The worry left his face, the anxiousness that always accompanied such events. It bothered him less and less everytime now, but he felt that fear would probably never fully go away.
He strode across the room, trying to appear nonplussed, and pulled out a carton of orange juice from the fridge, pouring himself a glass and motioning to Richard. "I'm sure we have many things to discuss. Over a game of chess, perhaps?"
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Post by Richard Alpert on Jul 5, 2008 16:37:58 GMT -5
Richard felt the ground shake as he stepped into Ben's house, seeing the sky darken. He had an idea on what Ben had been doing, but wanted to get his point across on why he had come to begin with. Ben seemed quite unconcerned on what he had just done anyway. He stepped across the room as Ben began pouring himself a glass of orange juice, nodding at Ben's suggestion for a game of chess.
"I received some files from Mikhail," Richard began, holding up the papers he had been holding for Ben. "We do not have all the files yet, but I thought this might interest you," Richard paused there, knowing Ben should be interested in hearing what they have discovered so far of the survivors of Oceanic 815, considering they were spending so much time on the fertility issues on the island.
"Claire Littleton was one of the survivors of the plane crash in the fuselage section. She is eight months pregnant." Richard assumed Ben would want to know more about her; after Sabine died, they did not have any pregnant women on the island to have for research for the fertility issues. He paused as he looked through the files he had brought with him, pulling out the papers with Claire's name on them and handing to Ben for him to see. "We still have yet to get more information on the rest of the survivors."
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Post by Ben Linus on Jul 6, 2008 7:39:15 GMT -5
Ben looked down at the papers, certain there would be nothing of real interest in what Richard had gotten him when one word changed everything. Pregnant. This Claire Littleton was eight months pregnant. She was in Goodwin's initial report, but he hadn't mentioned her being pregnant. Damned idiot, how could he see past that. She must be bulging by now. Ben's shocked eyes looked up at Richard and then he looked back down to the other papers Goodwin had brought him. Claire was related to a Jack Shephard who was also on the plane. However it seemed they were unaware of each other. What was interesting was that Jack Shephard was a spinal surgeon. Curious, very curious indeed.
"We'll have to take Claire ASAP, get word back to Goodwin to make his move tonight. If he must break cover in order to do so, so be it. Meanwhile, I want the rest of the files, tell Mikhail to go double time. I want to see this Shephard as well. Once we know which of them can serve a purpose to us, we'll strike, but we start with Claire. She is the key."
Ben's head was swimming. Once more, Jacob had proved his power to him. He had needed a spinal surgeon, and one had seemingly fallen from the sky.
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Post by Richard Alpert on Jul 6, 2008 21:21:23 GMT -5
Richard nodded at Ben's words; it was important to get the rest of the files on the survivors in case they were missing any other important information. He allowed some time for Ben to look over the files as he placed the rest of the files he has received on the table for Ben to look over later, before looking back over to Ben.
"Do you want me to send word to Goodwin now?" Richard asked, not sure if Ben wanted him to leave now to get the word to Goodwin as soon as he could, or if Ben had something else they needed to discuss. "Should we have Goodwin take her to the Staff station?" Richard added, referring to the medical station. If Goodwin has to break his cover and take Claire somewhere, it seemed the most reasonable place although there might be a problem if any of the survivors attempt to follow. It shouldn't really be a problem; the Staff is well hidden. ooc: sorry it's short, I don't have much muse.
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Post by Ben Linus on Jul 6, 2008 22:08:39 GMT -5
"Yes, it will have to happen... As soon as possible. As I'm sure you know, things are in motion to send a message. Perhaps I acted a bit hastily. It would be a shame if Claire was harmed. Such a waste." Ben looked down thoughtfully at his glass of juice and then took a sip, snapping out of the near trance. "Yes, that's all settled then, call for Goodwin, I'll bring Ethan back for the necessary tests, and Juliet will help of course. You collected the footage, correct?"
Ben stood and walked to the window. "Things are changing, Richard. Things are changing very much... But we'll be ready, don't you worry. I'll make sure we're ready." Ben felt the decisions to come piling on his shoulders. Things were changing now. This was either the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. It was up to him to decide.
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Post by Richard Alpert on Jul 9, 2008 23:39:37 GMT -5
Richard remained silent as he listened to Ben. "Yes, I have the footage," he spoke although seemingly more to himself then to Ben as he thought over what would be happening. He straightened up, getting ready to leave Ben to get things started and to send word to Goodwin, although he was hesitating in case Ben had any last words for him before he left. He watched as Ben stood and walked towards the window, speaking of the changes to come.
"What about the tail section survivors?" Richard finally asked. They had received most of the names of the survivors from the tail section; there wasn't as many. It wouldn't take long for them to get the information on each of the survivors; he would be stopping by the Flame Station to see if more files had been made up of each survivor before coming back to the Barracks. ooc: sorry it's short, wasn't really sure what else to put
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Post by Ben Linus on Jul 10, 2008 22:09:27 GMT -5
Ben nearly laughed when Richard asked him about the Tail Section surviviors. "Well of course Richard. We take the ones we want, and we dispose of the rest. Useless garbage, really. A byproduct, a sacrifice even, if you like that better." Ben smiled. "When we have the files. That's when we sit down and decide. I have a feeling already, but let's wait and see." He reached out and put a hand on Richard's shoulder. "First thing's first, we need the rest of the files. I want to hear as soon as we have more on anyone, especially Shephard and Littleton."
Ben paused thoughtfully and then looked at the files Richard had already brought again. "John Locke... isn't he the one we...?" His voice trailed off.
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Post by Richard Alpert on Jul 11, 2008 13:11:20 GMT -5
"Yes," Richard answered as he glanced down to the files with a slightly knowingly smile. About forty eight years ago Richard had gone to the hospital where John Locke had been born. Five years after that, he had gone to the foster home Locke was in and had tested the young boy. He had attempted to recruit him in his teenage years, but Locke had no interest in the offer of the 'summer science camp'.
"I'll get word to Goodwin; I should have a better list of the tail section survivors by this afternoon," Richard said finally as he stepped away. He didn't have anymore information for Ben, and after speaking with him he knew they would have to get a start on this. They would need the files as soon as possible to have more detailed information on each survivor and if they were going to take the ones they needed, they would have to act soon. He would speak with Goodwin before getting in contact with Mikhail to see if he has the rest of the files.
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