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Post by Madclergy on Apr 26, 2005 20:45:38 GMT
"Well I guess modifications to equipment is out, maybe I will put together something on the plane ride. But he said I needed to go get a weapon, I have never fired a laser pistol before but hey I might get used to it."
As Chuck got up with all of the tech manuels and files underarm he had a brief thought that traced to Lindsey.
"I wonder where she is right now and what she is doing, he didn't mention her name in that group did he, it is strange that she would disappear at nearly the exact time that..." Chuck felt a wierd feeling of not knowing in his stomach and it sent shivers down his spine.
Chuck made his way back to his room where he doned his disguise, afterall if dealing with civilians he would need it; although he didn't plan on dealing with civilians.
"Now to make my way to the armory" Chuck stepped out of his rooms door and locked it and made his way down the hallway to the left but then turned and looked back. "I have no idea where the Armory is... It was apparant now to Chuck that he had been spending entirely to much time in the lab, which sparked an idea. Chuck made his way to the lab quickly, grabbed a few supplies he would be needing for the trip and then proceeded to find someone that knew where the armory was.
Chuck's inquiries quickly led to a few stares from people but finally led to him fito the armory where he aquired a Plasma Handgun and an extra battery cartridge. From there Chuck made his way to the hanger bay carrying his suitcase of hardware from the lab; Chuck had positioned the gun inside one of the outside "cellphone" pockets of his jeans he was wearing.
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Post by Vanguard on Apr 26, 2005 22:52:21 GMT
Kevin shrank a bit under the director’s gaze… quite a feat for a man his size. He almost looked as if he was going to apologize as the group began to file out of the room, when his watch started beeping.
*Crap… ten minute warning… why can’t this place have more windows?!* [/color]
“Guess I better get geared up and out the door pronto then…”[/color]
Anxious to get to some daylight but still as puckish as ever, Kevin is halfway out the door when he smirks and whimsically quips back to the Director:
“Laters J-man…”[/color] Without even waiting for the Director to whip his head around with another annoyed stare, Kevin zips out the doorway and down the hall in a blur of speed. Kevin was pretty sure the Director would either have a massive anger-provoked stroke or try and kill him one day… but judging by the only moderate size of the vein that throbbed on the big guy’s neck… that wouldn’t be too soon. At least… he hoped not too soon. In no time at all Kevin is in the armory, having passed a couple of his teammates in the hall on the way there… though whether they noticed him zipping by depended on their level of attention. Kevin approaches a computer console next to a cylindrical holding chamber within the armor. As he places his hand on some kind of handprint recognition plate, a small beam shots out from the computer monitor and scans his eyes. Once the initial security protocols are met, the computer monitor flashes the words; “Vanguard Systems Online”.
“Vanguard suit status…”[/color]
An image of a bodysuit appears on the computer display and is bordered by a number of bars that each shoot straight up in bright green color… optimal conditions.
“Voice authentification… Kevin Thunder. Passkey…”[/color]
After Kevin types in his code, the cylinder-like holding chamber rotates away as the platform holding Kevin’s suit rises from the floor, as the force field surrounding it goes down. Kevin wastes no time suiting up in his costume and heading out toward the hangar… not bothering with the weapon’s locker area… he disliked guns. He does however pick up a portal Theta-particle charger for his gear. Intercepting every exterior window he can along the way to his destination, Kevin clicks off the alarm feature on his watch… provided he got a window seat on the flight… he wouldn’t need it again for awhile.
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 27, 2005 7:36:00 GMT
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Post by Silverback on Apr 27, 2005 11:42:57 GMT
Shrike sat quietly in the Osprey his fingers tracing the PDA readouts of each member of the Agencies team. He paused at the personnel file of Jack Jones, alias Galahad, whose previous experience with the CIA in the role of field operative made him an ideal candidate for second-in-command. He would wait until everyone was gathered together to make the announcement.
Leos keen hearing picked up the muttering of voices and the footfall of the agents operatives approaching the plane. He ignored the distraction and continued assessing the personnel files for the mission ahead. He really needed to split these people into two groups - one for infiltration, the other for support and combat.
While waiting for 'his' team to arrive he took the opportunity to check over the weapons he'd picked up from the armoury. Cracking open the tranq gun he peered down the barrel, holding the empty chamber up against the light, checking for obstructions and, after snapping the breech closed, he clicked the trigger and was satisfied by the inaudible clunk as the hammer struck home.
Holstering the large pistol he repeated this process with the larger tranq rifle. Noticably missing from both weapons were telescopic sights, something that would prove a useless addition for Shrike. Underslung on each weapon was a bulbous compressed gas cylinder that powered the projectile in an almost silent fashion, a prefereable choice for one with such sensistive hearing.
Happy that his weapons appeared to be in perfect working order he carefully screwed type the safety caps of the forty darts he'd be using during this mission and double-checked that all four compressed gas cylinder spares were firmly tucked away.
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Post by BlackRaven on Apr 27, 2005 14:38:18 GMT
You should go back and see what they are talking about The voice echoed loudly in his head. They are keeping you in the dark
No way. While I am pretty sure Jameson can't detect me, I don't want to start breaking orders now.
With a rueful look back, John phased through a nearby janitors closet, to save some time heading to the amory and was nearly shocked solid by a scream from a partially clothed woman hugged close to one of the janitors he knew.
"Pardon Me" he muttered, smiling and continued on to the armory. He was slightly miffed at forgetting to fade, but that was soo worth it.
At the requisition office he met the clerk with his orders. "Plasma Rifle" he said keeping his face straight "I'll try not to blow this one up."
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Post by Smartbomb on Apr 27, 2005 16:41:57 GMT
After packing his gear into what appeared to be a small gym bag, Jack Jones still looked comfortable in his chinos, sensible shoes and pale grey polo shirt. His muscular arms filled out of the sleeves of his shirt and only hinted that he was more than some bookish diplomat.
Sliding his kit under his seat in the Osprey, Jack Jones quietly studied his PDA for data relevant to the mission. He's studying tourist and academic linguist's guides of the Sesotho, Xhosa and Zulu languages, as it might be useful later. Jack begins adopting a heavy Afrikaaner accent in his head, knowing that a white man in the area would almost always be presumed South African.
Jack doesn't speak to anyone during the early part of the flight, heavily engaged in turning the data into memory.
He'll not attempt to change into his working gear until the Osprey is within an hour of Lesotho.
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 28, 2005 8:19:30 GMT
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Post by BlackRaven on Apr 28, 2005 14:59:05 GMT
After recieving his gun(with only a slight look annoyance), a couple of standard issue knives and 4 spare clips. The knives slipped into his leg holsters, the gun on his back under the cloak (slightly uncomfortably but one shouldn't be comfortable with a gun).
Checking his watch (which he had carefully glued a couple of feather too to match he "motif" they had helped him design) and decides to stop in for a quick goodbye to James. Useless sentimentality John echoes a voice in his head, but he ignores it.
Walking quickly pops in through the wall, and appears sitting comfortably on the couch. "Heya James" he called out loudly.
James jumped slightly, but being used to his comings and goings was fairly blase about it. " Oh! hey John. I wasn't expecting you to drop in- how'd you come this time- through the floor or the ceiling?"
John just smiled "Wall today; I was feeling traditional."
"traditional" he says, shaking his head in amusement. "There's nothing 'traditional' about the way you enter a room. But I've gotta hand it to you- you have presence down to a T. So, what boredom brings you down to the recruitment offices today? Surely not my reheated coffee?
"I just stopped in because I was assigned my first mission" the smile quickly faded from his face
"Oh! ok... well, this is what you've been gearing up for for the past 2 years- how do you feel about it? What kind of mission is it- in and out, grab the intel and gone? Cause I gotta say... "
"3 actually " he jumped in "We are off to some third rate country to retrieve an item of great imprortance, or something"
"John, are you alright? you seem... worried." concern reshaping his features "Grabbing some item shouldn't be any big deal to someone with your... talents..."
John was quiet for a long moment then resolved himself to speak "Frankly I'm not sure what to expect on this, I mean I am pretty much invulnerable unless I'm surprised, but we may be coming up against some other talented individuals. and the team I'm working with seems a bit unprepared"
"I'm not sure I understand, John..." he trailed off
"I may not die.. but what if I can't protect the others..." a long pause "or if I have to kill to protect them... I've never dealt with death, but the voice may push me to it "
James voice was calm and fatherly, almost condescending "John, you're going to be fine. Nobody's asking you to play babysitter- that I'm pretty much sure of. And I'm sure you'll come up with some way to protect those that need it without killing anyone. Here, let me make a call up to X... "
James looka at the clock and jumps up "No No that's fine! I can manage it, I have to run to the hangar before Jameson swallows his tongue in anger. I forgot the camera to take that pic of his surprised look you keep wanting, but I'm guessing he probably would confiscate it anyway." John adjusts his equipment and looks up " Well, I will be back sometime, no idea when but take care of yourself man"
"Ok- hey John- good luck." John smiles slightly "Thanks, I'll see you later."
John fades down through the floor and heads for the hangar. Upon arriving he remembers some vague fact about these planes having sensitive equipment and decides to take the ladder in the plane, half smiling at the time in his training he broke a wall console by phasing through it. Jameson nearly tore his head off for that.
Walking invisibly up into the plane as quietly as he can and says loudly near Shrike "Agent Black Raven Reporting" and appearing a couple of feet away from where he spoke, smiling.
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Post by Smartbomb on Apr 28, 2005 15:50:41 GMT
Judge's Note: please use the above marked thread for longer Out of Character posts with regards to this mission! Thanks!
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Post by Vanguard on Apr 28, 2005 23:21:21 GMT
Kevin sits somewhere in the aft of the Osprey, having given up his claim of “shotgun” upon noticing the area in back had a slightly wider port window. Though being fully geared up made him look kind of like a tool around his new teammates, wearing his suit was actually a matter of practicality. The Osprey had holy terror potential… but just like any other machine… a decent volley of munitions fire and it’d go down in a ball of flames. Suit off… Kevin would probably survive such a blast without much worry… suit on… his partners had a decent chance too. With a mission involving dozens of variables… and the slim possibility of inside work… the ship could be in danger of attack at literally any point along its journey. It was a minor and somewhat remote threat, but Kevin had been… and in many ways still was a boy scout. Always be prepared.
Kevin wasn’t trying to memorize the data given to them like his fellow teammate across the vessel seemed to be doing, but he was at least putting in the minimal effort of glancing through it. It really wasn’t much help to him… sure the data could provide some insight on the people they could use as assets… but it wouldn’t matter for Kevin. Because honestly… the impression anyone gets of a guy built like Mr. Universe walking into the room is always the same… what info the big guy knows and might try to use to influence the impression… rarely mattered… he was still just the big guy that walked in the room. Unless the Op needed someone to play the part of a bodyguard, pro athlete, or uber-thug… Kevin practically never had any place in the more covert elements of the trade. Ninety-nine percent of the time the scenario was always the same… the basic five point Vanguard DECREE the Director had called it… Defense, Engagement, Covert -Recon, Extraction, and Evacuation... the first few months of training the Director had hammered nothing but those five words at least nine inches deep into Kevin’s skull. Back then the Agency though Kevin might grow into a fine operative… of course that was before the innumerous rebellious stunts Kevin had pulled over the years. Had he played by the books and just taken things a bit more seriously… he might be on the Alpha team by now… instead of out looking for its foul-ups. Five years and he’d barely moved at all within the Agency… only passing his field certifications and psych exams by the skin of his teeth. It was actually somewhat of a surprise the Agency hadn’t dumped him long ago… but then… bullet-proof agents that can bench automobiles don’t exactly grow on trees either.
Sitting silently, flipping a bit haphazardly through the info the Director had given them… Kevin’s mind wandered to his new allies. The files on everyone were straightforward enough… though some of the details on everyone’s “special gifts” were a bit on the bizarre side. Some of the pseudo-scientific terms given the abilities of a few of his new teammates were simply way over his head, but then… he figured at least a few of them were wondering what the heck a “transient theta-particle” was too.
Upon finishing skimming the files he had bother to give any attention in the first place, Kevin yawned a bit and tilted his head back… preparing to take a small catnap during the first leg of the flight.
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Post by white on Apr 29, 2005 8:30:59 GMT
Sophia remained seated as the other agents left. “Interesting group, Director” she said, handing Jameson a file. “My report – It’s incomplete, I’ve got some follow up work to do. Obviously that’ll have to wait.”<br> Jameson could tell that Sophia wanted to say something.
“What is it White?” he asked
“You know paramilitary brawling’s not my forte, Director” she replied.
Jameson paused. He knew how to play Sophia –“What you saying White? You want off the team – I can find you a desk for the next few weeks...”<br>
Sophia knew what Jameson was doing. She also knew the thrill seeker in her wouldn’t let her miss this.
“No Director. Just warning you – I’ll be going in light compared to the others – I don’t have the experience with military hardware they have. But I do have a couple of questions, sir.
Who’s leading the team? And can I get my armour appropriately modified before the mission?”
"Leo here, aka. Shrike, is point on this mission, with Agent Galahad as his second. For this mission. Depending on how things go, that may change," he added, throwing a glance in Leo's direction.
"As for modifying your armour..." he looked at his watch before continuing, "I don't see how we have enough time right at this moment to get it done. But if you take it along as well as the tech schematics on it, maybe Agent Dragon could help you out with the modifications. Better grab a Delta uniform to be on the safe side. Anything else? No? Then get a move on- before you miss the party!"
He threw her a knowing wink with that last comment, and taking his lead, Sophia headed to the armoury to collect her kit, then on to the hanger. Pausing on her way there to check her kit
Sophia changed into her stuff, then walked to the hanger, boarded the plane. Those on board are briefly treated to the sight of a famous blonde socialite beauty in an almost skin tight puzzle-camo body suit.
Even now Sophia looks like she could be at a fashion show. Until you notice the bulky, high-tech metallic bracers which cover both arms from wrist to elbow.
As she enters the plane she’s pulling on a short military jacket, and struggling to get the sleeves over the gauntlets.
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Post by Silverback on Apr 29, 2005 13:56:55 GMT
The loud footfalls of the approaching agent made Shrike almost sigh in despair at the clumsiness of the man. He made a note in his PDA to recommend the agent for stealth training. Choosing to ignore the distraction he waited until the man approached his seated position even closer and spoke loudly. "Agent Black Raven Reporting.".
Leo winced slightly at the overloud voice that echoed off the metal skin of the aircraft that penetrated his sensitive hearing. "It's nice of you to join us agent. Even if you did make enough noise to be mistaken for a herd of elephants."
If the agent had been trying to shock or surprise him he'd failed miserably. "I suggest you take a seat and wait for the other team members to join us and, by the way, there's no need to shout to make yourself heard!" He added as a reprimand.
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Post by BlackRaven on Apr 29, 2005 15:26:53 GMT
John stood for a long moment, mouth agape. HE was spotted? “Gadò?! Hv??” he muttered and tried to regain his composure… he had been trained for 3 years in stealth and his invisibility left him fairly unnoticeable. HOW had he been heard? This guy needed watching.
Realizing he was standing like a fool he shook his head and smiled “You have excellent hearing for an old man. If I wasn’t worried about destroying the sensitive mechanics of this technological toy you seem to rely on, you never would have known I was here.” Internally he cringed I better actually read these dossiers, boring as they are.
Why worry John, he cannot touch you.. the white man will never bring US down. Commune with me and I will whisper true secrets to you… he shuddered, and then glanced around to make sure it wasn’t noticed, his eye doing an extra long scan over the gorgeous blonde walking onto the plane. Very nice for a Agehya Yonega.
Resisting the temptation to phase and walk so silently even Shike couldn’t hear him he stalked over and sat with a flop next to Vanguard, who was thumbling quietly through his papers.
“Waste of time, that “he said sardonically “I doubt we’ll be making any decisions on this mission. We are the rank and file here”. Even so, he pulled out his dossiers and began flipping through, looking for info on agent Shrike.
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Post by Vanguard on May 1, 2005 0:08:28 GMT
Kevin noted Sophia’s entrance with at least the same measure as the others. It was a certainty now that at least one of the team was a real looker. He hadn’t had the time to notice her in the office, but she was definitely an Agency talent… probably got the cooler covert ops and intrigue-type assignments all the time. Lucky girl, he’d kill for a chance to do all that cool James Bond-ish crap… and he’d never admitted it, but he was also feeling a bit of gauntlet envy … those whammers made his mitts look like bracelets. Kevin is so lost in his thought on the matter that he almost doesn’t notice his fellow operative plop down, and reacts half-breathed to the agent’s attempt at conversation.
“Huh?”
Turning his attention to the man that seated himself nearby, Kevin half-smiled… basically what was expected of him in such greeting situations.
“Umm… no… I suppose not. Still, I tend to get stuck with quite a bit of the babysitting work… its always good to know in advance which kids will need the most attention.”
Kevin couldn’t help but let his eyes drift a bit toward the man’s file. He didn’t understand a word about the insubstantialization crap… anti-gravi-what-the-heck-ever… but he did recognize the words used to describe going invisible… he’d seen them before after all. Mentally shrugging, Kevin continued with what he assumed was his fellow teammates attempt at casual small talk.
“So… umm… how long you been with the Agency then?”
He already knew the answer from the file, but given that they were flying off into action after having only just met… asking who his favorite baseball team was would seem a little out of place.
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Post by Onyx on May 1, 2005 20:37:34 GMT
Finishing the last of his pre flight check David is satisfied and pleasantly surprised with the transport that has been given them for this mission. Keying the comm unit in the plane he announces to all of the team members All unit members, we will be departing within 15 minutes, please attend to the last of your equipment needs and board the transport now. with that having been said David rechecks his own equipment and prepares to leave. In the back of his mind David has been noticing the way in which each person has been entering the plane and what their body language is saying about each of them. Thinking to himself, David says, "This is a very diverse group that could have problems interacting with each other." Deciding that they would be able to become more familiar with each other during the flight David decides to wait to enter into conversation with any of them.
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