Original Post By: larsi
Rob Lucci
Doberman
Other NPCs
Narration
As the different CP agents were being summoned by Vice Admiral Komei, another, larger group was fast approaching the G-8 base. The large warship cut through waves like they were nothing, its grand sails carrying it across the sea faster than most regular ships. On the deck of the marine vessel were crewmen and soldiers running back and forth, readying the ship for arrival at the island.
In the captain's cabin at the top and back of the ship sat two men, speaking no words to one another. Vice Admiral Doberman was looking over his report from Spider Miles, sitting hunched over his desk in the middle of the room. A firm follower of Absolute Justice, he saw the need for their actions the day before, but even so he could not help but feel a tinge of guilt for the civilians that he had orchestrated the slaughter of. He raised his back, letting his gaze wander from his papers across the room, landing on the other man sitting in a chair in the cover of darkness up against the wall. His suit blended into the shadows, as well as his hat that was resting over his face. The Vice Admiral had no doubt the man was only half asleep, but not as a result of the ghosts of those he had slain haunting him.
Unlike everyone else aboard this ship, Doberman himself was privy to the identity and position of the other man. Sure, the men knew he was no ordinary man and knew better than ti question his actions, but they didn't know the truth. And so far what Doberman had seen of the man gave him no reason to doubt that information. Rob Lucci was the perfect killer. Cold, ruthless and above all focused on the objective.
The white pigeon that sat on the assassin's shoulder stirred, quietly turning its head to lock eyes with the Vice Admiral, almost as if it knew he had been watching. His eyes shot down at his papers again, reading over the report once more.
A few minutes later he was finished, and put down the stack of papers, satisfied with his work. Leaning back in his chair, he was hoping to get some shuteye before they made land. His hopes however were crushed by the loud sound of knocking on the outside of the cabin door. Letting out a deep sigh of frustration, Doberman took a couple of seconds before responding. He noticed that neither Lucci nor the bird had reacted, but didn't think much of it. Come in!
The door swung open, the light from outside illuminating the floor of the entryway. In it, partially obscured by the light behind him stood a single marine, giving salute to the Vice Admiral, before stepping inside as he had been ordered. Once halfway to the desk the man stopped, his young face now somewhat visible in the light from the light on his desk. He spoke clearly and quickly. Sir, you wanted to know when we were about to arrive at the G-8 base! We are about to make land in a few moments. Finishing his message, the marine saluted Doberman again. He simply waved the young man off. At ease. Thank you, I will be out shortly.
Sir! Starting to turn around, the soldier visibly jumped as he was half turned around, his eyes wide as saucers as they looked towards the wall. Doberman turned his head as well, realizing he too widened his eyes. Rob Lucci sat leaning forward, regarding the hat he held in his eyes. While he realized the soldier had gotten startled from his mere presence, Doberman on the other hand wondered how he had failed to noticed the man move, even if he wasn't in his direct view. Letting go of the hat with his left hand, the agent reached into his coat. From the corner of his eye he saw the soldier visibly tensing. Lucci then moved his hand up to the pigeon on his shoulder, opening his fist to reveal bird seeds.
Feeling quite the fool, the Vice Admiral leaned back in his chair, as the soldier seemingly by instinct saluted Lucci, before hurrying out the door, forgetting to close it. Letting out a sigh of relief this time, Doberman pushed himself to his feet. Walking to the the wall opposite of his guest, Doberman retrieved his white coat from its hanger, throwing it over his shoulders. From the hanger above he grabbed his hat, placing it firmly atop his head. Turning around again he was not even surprised to see the other man already weating his green coat with white, puffy edges. His hat sat atop his head once more, the top of it adding even more to the man's height.
Simply nodding at the other man, Doberman walked towards the doorway, barely aware of the other man following him, his steps barely audible. He heard the door close, clicking into position behind him, as the agent did what the soldier had forgotten to, before walking after the Vice Admiral down the hallway and out into the sunlight.
His eyes not adjusted to the sunlight, Doberman squinted before raising his hand to shield his eyes. He saw rows of soldiers lined up, ready for the two men to pass through, all giving salute to him. Stepping onto tbe deck, he saw they were no longer moving, and on the side facing the island a few men struggled to lower the gangplank, settling it down just as the Vice Admiral and his retinue reached them, allowing Doberman to step right onto the slab of wood, beginning his descent. Some might find walking across a thin plank high in the air unsettling, but he had long since passed that fear. Striding across the wooden bridge he descended onto the dock as if walking on solid ground. At the bottom waited more marine soldiers, forming two lines along the dock, creating walls along the path that Doberman would walk. In the middle stood a single man, a lieutenant from the looks of him. As Doberman stepped up to him, the man saluted the Vice Admiral, speaking loud and clear. Welcome to G-8 Vice Admiral? To what do we owe the pleasure? We did not receive word that you would visit?
Good. Doberman grunted, eying the man. Our mission here is confidential. You will show me the way to Vice Admiral Komei. His gaze drifted, taking in the view of the impressive island, the rock in the center rising high into the air. It was no Marineford or Red Line, but it was impressive nonetheless. Seagulls croaked in the air above and the commotion of workers filled the air. After a short pause, as if uncertain whether he should abide the command, the lieutenant responded meekly. Of course, Vice Admiral. Follow me.
With that him, Doberman and Lucci started their walk through the small town towards Komei's office.
