The price of information (opened to 1 person)

Samara walked the streets of Tampa Bay. She wore normal street clothes over her costume, which for her was pretty easy. She was on the hunt, she needed to find information on Project Samara, the facility may of deleted there information on the project but who or what ever hired the team would also have a copy . She took turn down an ally way. Around have way through a thug grabbed her arm and pushed her back towards him, placing a knife at her throat. Restraining her with only one hand his free hand traveled up to her breasts and cupped it, feeling her up. "Hey guys we going a nice one right over here." he called to the shadows. Two more thugs with smiles on appeared from the shadows. Samara to this point remained silent. "You dare touch me with out my permission?" said Samara. "I have no time for people like you." She kicked the guy holding her in the shin and drop the knife. Samara caught the knife and stabbed him, pulling the knife out ashe fell. She then threw the knife at one of the other men who at this point were running. The knife hit him in the back of the head and he fell. Samara caught the 3rd on in a force field and forced his hands to his face, which I one swift motion, Samara created force feilds around the hand and jolted them to the left. Causing the man to snap his own neck. She continued on out of the ally like nothing happened, she had someone to meet the would hopefully give her answers.

(OOC: Sorry someone else is posting)

The Dark Avenger, or should I say Wilbert, had much planned and many things to do. Recently he had been all over the globe, searching high and low for other members of the Project Perfection. He had already dealt with several projects, having to 'exterminate' them due to their hostile nature and intentions. Every member of the Project was bent on defeating and capturing Pain, and the people who ran the projects had far worse intentions. Wilbert himself was a member of the project, but he was different from the rest. Like Pain, his will power was unbreakable, he could not be so easily brain washed and made into a pawn like the rest. He broke free of that life a long time ago, and now he had every intention of taking down everything that had to do with that project. This was no simple task though, he had to use more than just brawn and combat prowess; his brain was his greatest weapon. He went undercover as his former self, something he had chosen to do several times in the past, but now he needed it more than ever. The Black Knight couldn't exactly make friends with the bad guys, but Wilbert could. The Black Knight had many enemies, but Wilbert had none.

He had a large amount of information in his database on every member who had been apart of the Project Perfection due to several months of detective work, and according to his data this city was where one of them were. So he came here undercover as Wilbert in hopes of finding this member of the Project Perfection, and deal with them accordingly. However, this particular subject had the least amount of information out of all of them, all he had on her was, 'Female. High energy rating.', and pretty much nothing else but a sample of her DNA. Nothing about her appearance, physical or mental attributes, nothing about her history, nothing but a small idea of her powers. It seemed like they didn't get to record very much information on her, perhaps she had been considered a failure? Or maybe she escaped? Why would she be here in this city? Was she even working with Project Perfection anymore? He couldn't be sure of her intentions, he'd have to search the city for her and find out himself. Though that was far from a simple task, this had been a fairly large city and he had very little information to work with. Thankfully he had gadgets to help him, but this may still come down to dumb luck.

Wilbert wandered to the tallest building he could find and climbed to the very top of it using nothing but his physical strength to get him there; he didn't like to use too many gadgets when undercover as Wilbert and why not have a quick warm up? It didn't take him very long to climb up the side of the building to reach the rooftop, he was extremely skilled after all. Once up there, he moved towards the roof's edge and knelt down to one knee. Both hands reached up to the shades he wore on his face and activated the device by pressing a few tiny buttons on the sides. It was practically a super computer on his face, but that was far from all of it's purposes! "Computer. Scan the area for any signs of test subject Nine-One-Five." His voice was deep, poetic and powerful; extremely different from his voice when he acts like the street thug Wilbert. The super computer responded and quickly began scanning the entire city for any signs of her DNA. The height of the building sped up the scanning process and allowed him to more easily scan the masses. Wilbert had to move to the adjacent rooftop edge only once, scanning hundreds of people before he finally got lucky and locked in on her; he had just finished the easy part.

He deactivated the scanner with a simple push of a button, but the super computer in his shades continued to lock in on her coordinates and feed her location to him. Wilbert figured he better get moving quickly, just in case she did still work with the Project, he best get her alone. He rose to his feet and looked down at the ground, it was a long way down and he didn't have all the equipment he normally had when he was The Black Knight. Though that didn't mean he wouldn't come prepared with something, it just meant his arsenal of gadgets had been significantly less than his counterpart. He carried a black pouch on the left side of his belt, and in that pouch were several useful gadgets, and one of them were perfect for this exact situation. He reached into the pouch and pulled out his grapnel gun, gripping it tightly in his left hand as he looked down at the ground below. The grapnel gun was by far one of his most useful gadgets to get around a city quickly, but it was more of a Black Knight gadget. He figured it couldn't hurt to use some gadgets as Wilbert, as long as he didn't go overboard it wouldn't blow his cover.

Wilbert leaped off the rooftop and began free falling to the ground. He waited to fall for a little, losing a lot of height before firing off the grapnel gun at another nearby building. He used it to swing himself down into to an alley, releasing the grapnel's grip on the building and jumping down into a roll to help more easily stop his momentum; doing so smoothly. He didn't stop moving from there, he put his gadget away and took off sprinting down the alley, taking the quickest route possible. What people thought of him didn't matter, to them he could just be a thug who had somewhere he needed to go quickly, but he did try to be discreet about things since he didn't want to drag attention to himself. He tried to move through as many alley ways as he could, and it being late in the evening did help him not get noticed by the bystanders as much. He stopped sprinting entirely and came to a steady walk when he got close enough to her location. He was locked in on her, his shades allowed him to see her heat signature through the walls, the exact distance between them, and if she had been armed; they allowed him to see and do many things. Turns out she was not alone, there had been three other heat signatures around her. Nothing in his database said anything about more Project members being in this city, and hopefully that had been accurate. As he approached the alley way, the heat signatures got closer together, and then suddenly much further apart. Something bad happened, because now all but her heat signature had begun to fade. She must have killed them, proving that his data had been correct and that those were just normal guys. When she was finished, she moved to exit the alley, and now was his chance to introduce himself as the thug Wilbert.

He began jogging towards the alley she was about to exit, timing it perfectly so that he could 'accidentally' bump into her. He bumped into her with enough speed to knock her off her feet, and immediately began his silly antics as Wilbert. "Oh shii dawg! Mah bad nigga mah bad! Aint even see yo ass dere!" He moved to try to help her back to her feet, he was sure this introduction would end up working.

She turned the corner only to be knocked to the ground in an instant. "Watch the hell were your going." said Samara looking up at the man the knocked her down. She began to get up. The man held out a hand to help her out, she just slapped it out of her way. "Did i ask for your help?" She stood up and continued to walk. She need to get information and she would do anything to get it.

Wilbert frowned at her harsh words, a part of him expected a response like that, but the silly thug had hoped she'd be more easy going. His hand returned to his side when it was slapped away, uttering the words "Ouch nigga." His dark brown optics quickly examined her from head to toe, and her appearance had surprised him. He hadn't expected a beautiful young woman with a shapely figure to be standing before him, but that wouldn't begin to throw the world's greatest detective off. Based on her appearance and the way she carried herself, she had to have been in her mid to late twenties at the most. Better this than the last subject from Project Perfection he had to deal with, that freak had been rather difficult on the eyes. Thankfully despite being thirty-five years old, Wilbert had a very youthful and handsome appearance; that always helped him when undercover no matter who he was dealing with. People were shallow, it didn't matter what gender, you'd rather talk to some one who was physically attractive.

Despite being dressed in simple street clothes, she was obviously far from simple; her silvery white hair being the most unique feature of hers. Her icy blue eyes gave him a menacing glare as she rose to her feet, and instantly he knew he had to turn up his game. She coldly turned her back to Wilbert and began walking away, almost like she was in a rush, or looking for something. He wondered what had been on her mind, and maybe soon he'd find out. Wilbert had been a little discouraged by her cold nature, but that wouldn't get to him. He quickly moved to fall into step beside her, giving her a big smirk as he spoke up in his silly thug voice. "Hey dawg, mah bad 'bout that aight? Lemme make it up tah ya, get you sumfin nice ta eat. This brotha know all tha best food joints 'round here." Wilbert wanted to handle this casually, and would do everything he could to avoid a physical confrontation. He'd try to make friends with her before declaring her an enemy; he had very little information on her anyway and this was one of the best ways to get some.

This guy could be shook, he kept following her. First she tried to ignore him but slowly an idea came to her. This guy may be just a thug but he was thug who would know his way around. But information came at a price so she would offer herself up for a night as payment, let him have his fun then leave his body floating down a river. It was a simple plan but it would work. She turned around to him. "I guess we can get some food, sorry about earlier, I've been having a real bad day." said Samara sincerely. She was teasing him, showing him what she had to offer. She would wait till when they got to the Food joint before making her offer and suggesting the payment for his help.

Wilbert didn't really have a choice but to forget about the thugs she had more than likely killed, right now he had more important things to deal with than checking a few low-lives pulse's. It may have sounded a bit cruel for the Black Knight, but he could not afford to blow his cover and would continue his clever scheme uninterrupted. A big confident smirk came to his face when she agreed to grab some food with him; he was making progress. "Awwh dun worry 'bout it, it was mah bad. Aight shorty, What you feelin up foh? Brotha be good wif eatin' anythang." The beautiful test subject teasingly flaunted her body to him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Perhaps she found him attractive and it was simply just that. Or more likely it had been a clever scheme of her own, but what could she possibly want out of a simple thug? As a detective, he was always suspicious of people's actions, especially those he was investigating. He'd have to play along a lot longer before being able to draw any conclusions.

"I could go for a burger." said Samara. "By the way my name is Sam." She shortened her name for a reason, mostly cause Samara was a strange name and secondly cause it didnt seem like this guy could speak proper English. "May I know your name?" teased Samara. They got to a diner a few minutes later and they sat down at a booth table around the middle of the diner. They ordered there food and Samara remained quite but teased the man the whole time. If he wanted her it would be easier for her to get in formation.

"Aight." He said simply in reply to her. A burger sounded real appetizing at the moment, his mouth nearly salivating at the thought, especially since he hadn't eaten since yesterday. His stomach growled fiercely, almost loud enough for her to hear. When she said her name, he instantly concluded she had shortened it from a longer name; though he had no idea what that name was. "Dat's a short name. Ight, I'ma tell yo ass mah name." The silly dark skinned thug smiled at her, taking a moment before speaking up again in his comedic voice. "I'm Wilbah. Wilbah T. Jackson."

Wilbert led her to one of his favorite burger joints, being a man who traveled a lot, he knew all the best places to eat! He sat across from her at their table, awaiting the food they had just ordered while exchanging small talk. Mostly Wilbert bragging about various things while she teased him with her eyes, words and body language. "So what's a fine lookin' shorty like you doin' walkin' 'round da city by yoself. What you be up to?" A part of him was still very curious as to what her real name was, but he'd try to find that out later.

She waited to eat her food before responding to wilbert. It would make her teasing a bit more effective if she made him wait. "Well funny you should ask because I had something I wanted to say." said Samara. "I'm looking for someone or something that can give me information, as seeing you know your way around here you might know someone who could give me information I need." Samara teased wilbert alittle, she sat next to him and wrapped herself around his arm, holding it between her breasts. "If you can show me in the direction of one of these people I will do anything you want." Teased Samara, as she moved her body up and down once. "Any fantasy, any dream, anything." she pulled out some cash and placed it on the table, it was a few dollars more then the tab but she could always replace it later. Once she got some info she would take him to the hotel she was staying at.

They both were brought a plate of mouthwatering burgers and fries, Wilbert couldn't wait to devour his meal! It had been rather quiet while the two ate, the most that had been said was a few random things from Wilbert with his mouth full. Things like, "Dayum nigga dis shii so good." and "Mmm, tastin' good as fuhh!" He finished his entire plate before she could even finish half! Just shows how hungry the man had been. She got more talkative once she had declared herself finished eating, and as he expected she didn't finish it all. "Aight, shoot." He said simply in reply to her as he awaited what ever she wanted to say. So she needed information out of him? What information could this 'thug' possibly give her? Who, or what could she possibly be looking for? Many questions ran through the detectives head, but no answers. All he could do was play along and continue to listen.

She moved to sit next to him and got much closer than he expected, he could feel her body up pressed up against his side. Wilbert wouldn't object to this, a part of him actually enjoyed being close to some one so beautiful, but he knew he had to keep his mind on the mission; nothing could derail him from that. She wanted him to show her in the direction of some one who could give her information, but what exactly did she need? "Anythang?" He muttered to himself as she finished her sentence.

Wilbert felt her draw closer, her body rubbing against him as she whispered seductively into his ear. She made it very clear that she would be willing to do anything for him if he were to help her. This was very suspicious to him, and at this point he knew she was definitely up to something, but what? "Aight, you got this brotha's attention. Wassup? What you need?" Wilbert chose to pay for the entire thing, he had been the one who invited her after all. "I got dis."

"Ok." said Samara withdrawing her cash. "What I'm looking for isn't important, what's important is that you can point me in the direction of someone with a lot of information and that you get your reward for helping me." She let him pay then got up, pulling him with her. She lead him to a hotel on the far side of the city. On the way she ask a very important question. "So you do know someone I can go to right?" If he refused she would end him right then and there.

She continued to be secretive about everything, not telling him what she wanted or what she had even been looking for. Just information? Well what kind of information did a test subject from project perfection need? She promised him a reward in return, which had been made abundantly clear that it was sex. Sounded nice, but this was a woman he had just met and he was on a mission still. He'd continue pursuing this though, if he earned her trust perhaps he could get her to talk with out having a physical confrontation. Wilbert pulled out his wallet and withdrew three ten dollar bills to pay for the meal. Immediately after paying, she pulled him by his arm away from the table and led him out of the restaurant. The voluptuous silver haired woman led him by his arm down the sidewalk, heading towards the hotel she had been staying at. "Well you aint gotta go tah no one but tha brotha right here. You just gotta let me know a lil biit moh about yoself. Lemme know wassup, so I can help yo ass out. Feel me?"

"I would if i could." said Samara, she guessed this guy wasn't going to give up with out some info first, what could it hurt, he was only a thug. "I doubt you would know anything other then people who i could talk to. But I'm looking for intel about a project. That all you need to know, so if you could please point me in the direction of someone who might know about that you can take your reward." It didn't show in her voice but she was starting to get a little annoyed but this man. She might just end him if he didn't tell her were she could go and start from scratch.

'She would if she could.' What did that mean? He over analyzed that one statement in his brain thousands of times over in only a matter of seconds. He had drawn two conclusions, and only one could be correct. Either she was playing dumb and trying to smooth talk her way to information, or her memory had been wiped before the brain washing of Project Perfection could be completed. It wouldn't be the first case, several had escaped from Project Perfection, but only one had the same problems as her; and that had been Wilbert himself. Though over the years his advanced brain had worked to return all his memories, but for the first few years out of Project Perfection, he was no longer the Black Knight. Midway through life's journey, he found himself in the dark woods, The right way lost, to tell about those woods is difficult, so tangled and rough, It's savage just thinking of it now. He felt the old fear stirring, from where his shadows were born.

"I aint as dopey as you be thinkin' dawg. Tell me some moh 'bout dis project and maybe a lil moh bout yoself too, den I can help yo ass out a lil bettah. Like foh startehs, what you even need information foh?"