FBI

Sebastian Fox || 33 || FBI || Human

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Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

[draugrhunter]

Roan scoffed. He folded his arms across his chest and said, “Whatever the boss says goes, huh?”

He unwound his arms and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans with an easy shrug. “Sure, makes sense. Not everyone here has the same experience, right.” And not everyone here had any sense, as far as he could tell, but he was too new and this stranger too unknown for Roan to start shooting his mouth off. 

There was something about the guy—Sebastian—that unnerved Roan. He wasn’t sure what it was, yet, but he suspected the man was more dangerous than he let on; his answers were brief and simplistic, but there seemed to be more going on behind his dark eyes.

Roan let a crooked grin slid across his face. “So this Petrelli School. We got anyone on the inside? What type of security do they have? Can it be infiltrated?”

[undercoverhunter-blog1]

“Usually, but that’s also the best way to stay on her good side and keep from investigating you. And trust me, I’ve witnessed it, you really don’t want the boss against you. Charlie won’t hesitate to kill anyone who stands in her way or turns.” His last sentence had a double meaning which Sebastian hoped Roan understood.

At Roan’s list of question, Sebastian plastered a convincing fake smile on his face. This wasn’t going to end well, but at least Charlie would like his initiative. 

“As far as I know, we don’t have anyone on the inside, but Charlie also doesn’t disclose every person’s mission with everyone else. He’d be the person to ask and I’m sure Charlie would be pleased to know you’re interested. The matter of security is...difficult to answer. Sometimes it looks as if the place has excellent staff for it and other time...the place is free reign. You’d have to scope the place out for a few days to get a good feel for it.”

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Even in such an awful situation, Porter found he couldn’t help but scoff. “Just what my family needs, more people in it.” Po quickly scanned through the information. So he was Francisco Carrillo now, and he was going to have to leave the city he’d spent of of his life in. Perhaps he could live with his parents for a bit, that’s something a long-lost twin would do, right? Or maybe … He was thinking about this far too much - right now he just had to get out of there. 

Nodding, Porter put all the new documents back in the envelope, and pushed them in his back pocket. Aware that this was his new life, Porter looked up at the man and extended a hand. “Thank you, I… I don’t even know your name, but thank you.” He shook the man’s hand, took one last look at the now fiery remains of what used to be his home from home, before rushing out the back gate into whatever new life he might find. He could only hope that whoever he ended up being, the Hunters didn’t find out about him again.

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

[porter-carrillo-blog]

Wringing his hands together nervously, Porter followed Sebastian back out of the pub, trying not to look at it all going up in flames. SO much love and time and energy had gone into it. He and Don had carefully crafted it into a place for Specials to feel safe, where would they go? The Hunters… They would find them now. Why had he agreed to this?! It was so stupid and selfish - he should have just let Sebastian kill him. 

Taking the envelope in his shaky hands, Porter started opening it. “W-what do I do now?” He asked, looking up at the other man, all his previous confidence and charm lost. “How long until they find me again?” 

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Sebastian sighed, feeling a little uneasy that things were going mostly well. “Your new identity is something I created, a twin brother you didn’t know existed. You can still be yourself, mostly. Don’t do all of the same things. There’s a birth certificate, drivers license, passport, and social security card in there.” He answered, pausing at Porter’s set of questions.

“If I were you? Get out of town. For at least a few weeks. If need be, I can adjust your will and put the bar in your brother's custody. But in my opinion, I wouldn’t come back for a while. I don’t know how long until they start looking for you again. From experience, none of the people I’ve ever done this for have ever been hunted by them again.”

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Where do you want to be in 5 years?

“Done with all this spy business. As exhilarating as it is, I’m a little tired and getting too old for this. Besides, I missed out on half of my son’s life because of it. Revenge and justice have a price to pay.”

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Porter opened his mouth to complain, but after seeing the look on the man’s face, decided that was a bad idea. He thought for a moment about the possibilities, before realising that, unless he actually did want to die, which he didn’t, this was the best solution. “Okay.” He said, nodding his head slightly, then turned on his heels and rushed back inside.

At first people were hesitant to responding, but after another assurance that the back yard had in fact been set on fire, the patrons eventually got up and began leaving just as Porter saw the flames begin to lick at the outside door. He could only hope that everyone upstairs got the same message. Watching the fire carefully, Po waited near the bar for the stranger to walk in, finding he could only hope that this wouldn’t all end up as one elaborate prank.

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Sebastian nodded, pleased that the man was finally seeing straight. The bar was of no value if it came to his life. He could always rebuild later after all of this was over. For now, Sebastian needed to get him out of here quickly. When Po went inside and started ushering the guests out, Sebastian walked into the kitchen and set a small fire, letting it grow before stepping out into the sitting area. He gave Porter and nod and walked back into the alley.

A few minutes later, as the fire grew more out of control, Sebastian dragged in an already dead body. He positioned it in the middle of the bartending area and fired his gun a couple of times. One of the bullets ricocheted and landed near his feet like he’d hoped. Without hesitating, Sebastian picked it up and shoved the bullet into the body’s head.

“Alright, come on before it gets out of control and you actually die.” He didn’t wait to see if Porter follow, instead headed right out the back door again, flames licking his legs and threatening to engulf him. As soon as the two were outside, Sebastian handed over an envelope. 

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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“I.. I mean I can’t just…” Porter paused and looked at his bar. It was everything he and Don had been working towards for years, and now, because of stupid bigots it was going to go up in flames. “Is this the only way?” He asked, turning back to the man. It was all happening so quickly and the man was so formal, it felt like a sick dream. 

Lowering his thick brows, Po put his head in his hands then ran his fingers through his hair. “Okay, okay, I… Okay. But you gotta call the fire service before you make a single flame, right? No one in this bar is getting hurt because of me.” He protected Specials, the pub was a safe place for them, where would they go after tonight? 

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Sebastian cut him off, giving Porter a firm gaze. “You don't have a choice. Unless you’re okay with dying.” He raised an eyebrow, obviously challenging him. “It’s the best, most convincing way, Mr. Carrillo. Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years. I know how to make Charlie believe you’re dead and hide you away.”

At Porters mention of calling the fire department ahead of time, Sebastian shook his head. “I can’t do that. I’ll start a small fire out here and you can run inside, yelling about one and urging people out before it does any real harm. That’s the best I can offer you.” He paused, almost hesitating a minute. “If I call before it happens, that’ll raise suspicions.”

[komrukru]

Fringe: favourite Walter and Broyles moments 2/∞

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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The more the stranger spoke, the more Po’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. This was a lot of information to take in, and it didn’t seem as though the guy was going to give him a chance to catch up. “Oh. Kay…” He held his hands close to his chest and looked around as if expecting some other random person to pop up. But if he wasn’t going to be given time to question what was going on, Porter just went with it.

“You want to burn my bar down?” Porter asked slowly, glancing back to the door he came out of. The fact that the Hunters wanted him dead wasn’t exactly surprising, but it still made his stomach churn. “It.. It’s full of people… Wont evacuating them on a Friday night be suspicious? I mean, you are going to evacuate, right?” Porter would rather let the Hunters kill him than risk his customers getting hurt by a fire.

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“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. It’s the safest way to ensure that the body I intend to plant is  unidentifiable enough that we can pass off your death.” He hesitated, letting that sink in. At the mention of the bar patrons, Sebastian pressed his lips together tightly, thinking. He’d barely given them a second thought, but Porter had a point. Some of them may have been Evos, but most were human and that definitely would have raised red-flags for Charlie. She didn’t particularly like regular people getting hurt unless they were protecting an Evo from them.

He let out a sigh after a minute and glanced back at Porter. “I can start the fire back here and then you can run inside and evacuate the bar before it reaches civilians.” Sebastian answered, his hard stare almost unwavering. “Just don’t leave yet. I still need to plant the body while you’re inside and give you your new identity packets. And you’ll need to leave the city as soon as possible. Stay away for a few weeks to let things settle down so the rest of the Hunters don’t get suspicious.”

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Friday night had come round again, and the bar was bustling with activity. They never got too overcrowded at the Peach, which was probably better for business anyway. It was nice to see Specials mingling with Humans over alcohol and quiet music. 

A smile on his face, Porter stepped outside to empty the bins and get some fresh air. Just as he was about to head back inside, a deep voice from behind startled him. “That’s me..” He said cautiously, raising an eyebrow. 

And then he kept speaking. His stomach lurched for a second, before the stranger continued. Pausing, Porter stared at him with a clenched jaw, then nodded his head. “Okay… Why.. I mean, what can I do for you?”

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“You’re in danger. Charlie, head of the Hunters, wants you dead.” He paused, giving Porter a hard stare before going on. “Almost came down and killed you himself, but Rebel sent me a message and I managed to intervene. Changed Charlie’s mind and volunteered for the job.” Sebastian took a deep breath and stood up a little straighter, his expression almost unchanging.

“I plan to fake your death. Truth be told, I’m not actually a Hunter. I’m undercover with the FBI and your Rebel seems to know that. I’ve worked with him once or twice before.” He stopped, glancing over his should as an alley cat ran through the streets and knocked closed some of the dumpster lids.

After a moment, he turned to Porter again. “We’re going to set your bar on fire. I have a dead body with your description at the ready; a serial killer the FBI took out a few days ago. He was shot in the head, so I’ll position him in the bar and set the place on fire. It’ll look like I shot you and burn the bar to the ground for good measure.”

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

@porter-carrillo

After his texts with Charlie, Sebastian let out a shaky sigh. This was not how he’d expected his evening to go, but at least he’d been able to take the assignment and potentially save another person.  It only took him a fe hours to do some research on Porter, find a suitable body double, and pay off someone in the bureau to swap dental records. He was thinking maybe a fire at Porter’s bar would be the best way to cover up saving the man and giving Charlie what they wanted.

Sebastian showerd up at the pub a little later than expected, luckily catching Porter a few minutes later as the man took out the trash. “Porter Carrillo.” He called, canting his head to the side slightly. “I’m here on behalf of The Hunters... and Rebel. Can we have a word?”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to say it aloud, that he was here for Rebel, but he didn’t want Porter to run off either. He needed to hear what Sebastian before all of this played out. “It won’t take long and this needs to happen now. Before Charlie decides I’m taking too much time and comes out here herself.”

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[text-sebastian] I heard you were going to take on Benny's assignment at the pub now that he disappeared.

[text-sebastian] Let me do it instead.

[text-charlie] Why should I?

[text-charlie] He's known to be a Rebel member and therefore we need him taken out.

[text-sebastian] Because I've never failed you and haven't killed anyone in a while.

                                                       *ten minutes later*

[text-charlie] Okay, fine. Only if you do it tonight.

[text-sebastian] Consider it already done.

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[Text]: My sources say that Charlie is assigning a kill on a Rebel member, Porter Carrillo. [Text]: Take the assignment, get him out safely.

[text] I’ll see what I can do, but no guarantees. Charlie’s a determined one.

[text] Don’t text me at this number again unless it’s another emergency. I can’t risk getting caught when I’m so deep in.

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Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

[draugrhunter]

Roan said, “Huh.” He supposed he should be more impressed, or at the very least pretend he was, but so far the other hunters were disappointing at best and more often than not disgraceful cretins. He had no interest in comparing kill counts or collecting trophies; what they did was evil, and it didn’t need to be glorified. That didn’t make it any less necessary, however.

Still, maybe a little more information about how Charlie did business would be helpful down the road.

Roan said, “You must have been doing this a long time to have such an impressive record. Any advice for the new guy? Good places to scout for targets? Favourite weaponry?”

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Sebastian smiled small at the array of questions. “Unless you count the Petrelli School, there aren’t really a lot of specific places to scout. Evos are just like regular people, but with powers. As I’m sure you’re fully aware.” He paused a moment. “It’s more about recognizing them when they’re using their ability. Some don’t use it in public, some flaunt their ability.”

He paused a minute, surveying Roan again. Sebastian didn’t know what the kids intentions were, but he had a feeling that Roan didn’t exactly approve of the way Charlie did things, though maybe he was just getting his hopes up for another person like him. 

“As for my weaponry, it varies with each target, since they’re all so different. Advice? Well...it’s simple.” He paused again, this time for effect, staring Roan down seriously. “Do what Charlie says.”

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Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

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The first thing Roan disliked about the man was that he’d approached from behind. The second thing was that, whoever he was, he knew Roan’s name. Roan turned to look at Sebastian, schooling his face into careful neutrality, a blank slate of vague of hostility; not an open threat, just a studied darkness than conveyed enough radiant irritability to prevent most strangers from approaching.

Roan nodded. He said, “Commander, is it? I didn’t realize there was a command structure outside of Charlie. So what does such a fancy title as that entail?”

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Sebastian smirked proudly, though it was a completely undetectable faced, one he’d perfected over the years. “A lot of deaths...and Charlie’s trust. They kind of go hand in hand.” He replied, eyeing the man intently. “I understand you’re the new one around here. Thought I’d offer you a chance for some questions, assuming you have any.”

He paused, taking a deep breath. “So, with that being said, fire away with your questions.”

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Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

@draugrhunter

With Sebastian’s position in the Hunters, it hadn’t been difficult to get intel on new members, which was something he was highly interested in. If he were lucky, one of them might be interested in changing sides later. It seemed to happen once in a while, where a person regretted coming into the fold. It was almost as it they’d suddenly developed a conscience.

It took him a few hours the night before to sift threw a few of the newest people, but Sebastian finally found one he found interesting. Even if they didn’t switch sides, their history was of some value. Not just to him, but the bureau would have taken an interest in what they could learn from the man.

“Roan?” He walked up behind the main, raising his eyebrows with an inquisitive expression. “My name’s Sebastian. I’m on of Charlie’s...commanders. Recently got back from a long distance assignment. I’m taking it upon myself to get to know some of the new recruits.”

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Keep Your Enemies Close || Leroy & Sebastian || V8 W4 || Monday Afternoon

@specialhunter

After a long mission on the other side of the country, for both the Hunters and the FBI, Sebastian finally returned home to his apartment in New York. It had been a few months, at least, and he was glad that two assignments happening in the same location had worked out to his benefit, though it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

It had been a long flight from Oregon to New York and all Seb wanted to do was unpack. But clearly fate had other plans for him. As he walked in and flipped the switch, simultaneously setting down his bag, Seb noticed a pair of cowboy boots in his living room. “Leroy.”

Sighing, he closed the door and locked it before walking into the living room. “What can I do for you? I take it this meeting isn’t exactly a social call.” Not that something like that would have happened. The two didn’t particularly approve of one another.