Log:Busted!, Scene 1

Busted! 2009/11/20 	 Regan Vendetta 1

Regan moves into the foyer of the UEMS and approaches the security desk, submitting to a search and handing her civilian ID across to be processed before explaining that she wishes to see agent Spada in regard to an old case.

A uniformed guard checks Regan's ID and logs it into the computer. After a brief phone call, he issues Regan a red Visitor's tag. He speaks in accented English: "Agent Spada says that he will be down in a few minutes. You can wait over there..." he gestures towards a bench by the side of the foyer.

Regan smiles and moves in the direction indicated, hands flattening the fabric of her skirt as she settles onto the bench awaiting Agent Spada's arrival.

Eventually, Agent Spada arrives, walking out throug the security checkpoint. Under these circumstances, his demeanor is much different -- calm, professional, perhaps even a little charming. He's a dark-haired man in his thirties, dressed in a sharp-looking suit. He's athletic, with a five o' clock shadow. "Ms. Kirby," he says in accented English. "Welcome to Rome. To what to I owe this visit?"

Regan rises as the agent approaches, her hands folding in front of her. "Is there a waiting room or something where we can talk in private?"

"Yes of course," Spada says. "This way." He gestures for Regan to walk ahead through the security checkpoint, and he'll follow behind.

Regan moves in the direction indicated, passing without incident or demur through the security checkpoint and then waiting for Agent Spada to provide further direction.

Spada eyes Regan closely as she passes in front of him. "We can go to my office, ok?" He points the way, through the security checkpoint. After that, it's to an elevator. He presses the button for the tenth floor. While the elevator slides into motion, he asks, "How was your trip? You're in from Colonial Bay, yes?"

Regan moves into the elevator and moves to one side to let Spada press the floor button. She clasps her hands in front of her and nods. "That's correct, yes, have you ever had the opportunity to visit?"

"Not yet. I'd like to some day," He says. "Does it get cold this time of year?" Ding. The elevator doors open on the tenth floor. He politely allows Regan to exit first.

Regan inclines her head. "It can get very chilly, certainly compared to Rome, but the bay keeps the climate relatively mild compared to the inland states, Atlantic conveyer belt and all that." She moves out of the elevator. "You must have a wonderful view of the city from up here."

Spada shrugs, "Eh. In this part of the city, it is all office buildings -- not too much to see." He escorts Regan into a section of the building for Organized Crime. There's a cubicle farm, that's busy with activity. Spada leads the way around the outside of the area to his office. He unlocks the door and shows Regan inside. There's a desk with a chair behind the desk and one in front. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

Regan shakes her head. "No thank you, though it's very kind of you to offer." She settles into the offered chair and sets her handbage to one side. "So shall we get down to business?"

He closes the door behind Regan and moves around to his side of the desk. "Yes. Let us." he eases into his chair.

Regan's facial expression relaxes from the customary smile she has been bearing to date. "So, I am a product of Next Generation's genetic engineering product, I was raised in a specially designed facility and subjected to an intense program of physical and psychological training to turn me into a ruthlessly obedient and if I do say so myself, reasonably competent assassin.

Angstrom's pleasant mannerisms fade from his body. He pushes back from the desk, reaching for something he has hidden underneath it -- he's drawing a pistol.

Spada's pleasant mannerisms fade from his body. He pushes back from the desk, reaching for something he has hidden underneath it -- he's drawing a pistol.

Regan's head tilts slightly, her lips pursing slightly. "You can certainly resolve this that way if that's what you want."

Spada keeps his pistol trained on Regan. He checks the door and makes sure it's locked. He remains standing there. "Ok, so you're not here to kill me... Who are you then? Who sent you?"

Regan swivels her chair to follow Agent Spada as he rises and checks the door. "Noone sent me, I came on my own. My reasoning being that once you worked out you hadn't killed me you would try again and maybe someone else would get hurt and it would all be a big mess. So I thought it might be best to just sort things out. If you want to shoot me you can shoot me, if you want to arrest me you can arrest me."

"You..."

Regan's shoulders rise and fall as she takes in a deep lungful of breath. "Yes... me... Clearly *I* believe I can hardly atone for the horrific crimes of my past in prison. But you have a right to vengeance, I wronged you, I have come to seek contrition."

"You..." Spada says again. He raises his gun and opens fire.

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Blam! Spada's gunshot misses Regan and opens a large hole in his desk. A stack of papers floats into the air and his desk chair is kicked back against the far wall of the office.

Regan's brows lift as Spada fires and she kicks her chair to one side, then she frowns rising from her seat. "Are you mad? Think about your family!"

Someone tries to open the door from the outside. "Vincenzo! What's going on in there!?" in Italian.

Spada's face twists into an angry snarl: "I am -- I am thinking about my father -- and how you took him before his time!"

Regan looks at the enraged Agent. "Are you, because I can tell you he would never condone this, not under any circumstances."

Spada squeezes his trigger again.

Regan twists in a tight arc clear of the path of the second bullet. "Think of your career, this is attempted murder."

Blam! Regan dodges his second shot. It impacts into the wall behind her, shattering a framed photo of the United Earth Secretary General. It drop to the floor.

Wham! Someone outside the door tries to break it down, but the door holds fast.

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"I don't care," Spada says as he shifts around the office, trying to get a better shot. "It will be worth it, to just see you dead!"

Regan moves quickly across to the door and launches a swift but powerful kick at the point where the latch meets the door jam.

Krak! The door is knocked loose from its hinges and it slams into an agent just outside the door. He's knocked flat and the door falls on top of him.

Outside of the office, the cubicle farm has begun to clear out after hearing the gunshots. There by the office, four agents stand around with guns drawn, including the one who's under the door.

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Regan steps out of the office with her hands up and clearly visible and steps around the corner to caryy herself out of sight of Spada.

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Spada looks at his colleagues. He pauses for a split second, trying to think of something to do or say. "Stop her! She tried to kill me!" he shouts. He follows Regan out of the office, and levels his gun at her.

Bam! Spada fires again. He misses, and the stray round nearly hits a fleeing secretary.

Regan says, "Stop it! You're going to hurt someone!" She springs to one side to avoid Spada's last shot."

One of the agent gets on the telephone and calls the situation in.

Two of the other agents rush Regan. One tries to tackle her, and the other tries to grab her.

The agent who was stuck beneath the door gets up from under it. "Vin! What are you doing? She's unarmed!"

"Of course she is! She's an assassin, deadly in hand-to-hand." Spada says before squeezing off another shot.

Vam! Another miss. The errant shot causes the two agents locked in melee, with Regan to duck their heads. "Vin! Careful!" "Watch it!"

Regan arches suddenly backward to carry her torso clear of the path of the next bullet and straightens again, switching to Italian. "I'm surrendering you dozy pillock."

Regan moves clear of the two agents, taking the line of fire away from them them.

Spada fires one more time before he's tackled by two of his colleagues. "Get off me! Get off me you bastards!"