Dark Tide

[Raging-Fury]

Basic Story:

Date- Present

Current Political Situation- Present Day

Two weeks ago the Department of Homeland Security received a tip on its terrorist hotline informing them of a possible threat somewhere in the Southern Florida area. A man recognized several people from the terrorist watch list. A police team was dispatched to investigate, but arrived to find that the apartment had been evacuated in a hurry. Upon further inspection wiring for a bomb was found left behind as well as evidence of radiation. The Department of Homeland Security issued an order to every intelligence agency with the orders to find, detain, and dismantle. Each agency fielded the best team they had to intercept the threat. Each agency’s teams however were issued orders along the lines of do what it takes to reach the target first, because the winners get the funding, so the unofficial competition began.

Elite Forces:
FBI Team Blade (consists of 5 men)
NSA Detachment Specter (consists of 3 men)
CIA Nemesis Squad (consists of 7 men)
DELTA Force Project Able (consists of 6 men)

Rules: This is going to be a basic RP, everyone will pick the squad they wish to join, from there they will start in Florida and work their way from there. Everything is taking place in the present time period, Bush is president, its 2005, we are still in Iraq and so on and so forth. There will be clues along the way that will help you determine the final location of the terrorists, along with some plot twists. I will need leaders for each team, and I will also need some terrorists for this one. I will send a brief to the leaders through PM and they can PM it to whoever joins their squad. Now, each Team is searching for the terrorists. However they are also trying to hamper the other Teams progress so they can be the first in. In their world the one who reels this one in will get the attention from Congress and the funding they all desperately want.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Affiliation:
Sex:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Brief Bio:
My Character:

Name: Vance Jones

Age: 28

Affiliation: NSA Detachment Specter (Leader)

Sex: Male

Height: 6’1"

Weight: 159 lbs.

Appearance: Well built with next to no body fat, Green eyes and Black hair done in corn rows. Typically wears his combat camouflage, which is similar to standard camo but black. Also wears a black bandanna around his head. Has a scar running down his right cheek from ear to chin, and a goatee mustache.

Bio: An ex-Navy Seal, Vance was recruited into the NSA as a field operative. Once there he was singled out for his skill along with a dozen other men so the NSA could form Detachment Specter, their wet-work team. Only 3 of the 6 men lasted through the entire program, Vance being one of them, and he was chosen as the head of the detachment Specter. He is a cunning leader who puts his men before his mission. He doesn’t accept anything less than their best and is always pushing them to their limits.

[Vhaeraun]

OOOOO

/me wants to be DELTA team leader!



Name: Jason
Age: 25
Affiliation: DELTA Force Project Able Leader
Sex: Male
Height: 6'4"
aight: 190lbs
Appearance: Tall and strong, he has an MP4 slung over his right shoulder, and many knives hidden away on his person. He wears a black combat suit, with various pockets for essential equipment. Black hair, and stunning blue eyes, he can be considered a lady's man, yet his composure and stature make him a sight and can instill fear in anyone.
Brief Bio: Jason was the military Ironhorse per se. He was in many battles in his short life (he was in Operation Desert Storm despite his age), and was soon promoted to the rank of Sergeant. His worth was easily seen, and he was drafted into the Special Forces. While that was the unconventional side of combat, Jason knew there was something else. He soon proved his worth in the special forces when he and his squad found a massive cache of weapons in the Iraqi Desert. He was soon drafted into the elite DELTA Squad. He quickly rose through the ranks in DELTA, and now he is the head DELTA Squad leader, and his squad is quite feared across the world.

[Protoss_Honor]

P_H wants to be FBI team leader. Please confirm

[Raging-Fury]

To both Vhaeruan and PH just write up the char sheets and the positions are yours, as for anyone else who wants to join, once team leaders are established ask them and see if they will accept you as a member of their squad, we also need some terrorists so keep that in mind

[Protoss_Honor]

Name: Mark Harper
Age: 31
Affiliation: FBI Team Blade (Leader)
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 5’’
Weight: 230 lb.
Appearance: Black hair, red eyes, muscular, tanned skin, white shirt, black coat, black pants, black tie, black shoes, black leather raincoat, black sunglasses.
Bio: Mark is a former marine, and started as a FBI field operative. After only a few years, he proved himself an exceptional operative and, along with 10 others, was chosen to try out for Team Blade. He had the highest score among all of the trainees, and was chosen to lead the team. He has a no nonsense attitude and excepts nothing less then 150% effort from his men.


(ooc) hows this?


P.S. So Raging-Fury, anyone who wants to join one of the teams, submits his char sheet to the team leader, then if the team leader approves, they submit it to you? is that how it goes?

[Raging-Fury]

Actually they just submit it to the team leader and they approve then its posted

[Ragnarox]

I will be a terrorist....if thats alright with you though RF.

[Raging-Fury]

Terrorist is fine, Just post the char sheet and ill send you a PM with some info

[Ragnarox]

Name: Marx Hassad
Age: 34
Affiliation: Terrorists
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 10"
Weight: 230lbs
Apperance: Black hair, bronze skin, multiple sets of clothing depending on where he goes. Green eyes, king scorpion tatoo on his upper right forearm.
Bio: Born in Uzbekistan but raised in Iran, Marx did not want to become a terrorist when he was young. Marx had dreams of being a diplomat while he was young and persued his dream. However, due to family problems and pressure to marry a woman from another, more powerful family drove Marx away from home. Marx ventured all about the country and still could not find a sutible line of work because he was an outcast. Only one organizaiton took Marx in, the multiple terrorist sects harbored in the Middle East. Marx secumbed to their calls and over many months of conditioning, Marx lost all dreams of being a diplomat and was egar to mount a campaign of havoc in the western nations.

[ZeroCross]

Meh, I need this like another hole in the head, but hey, what the f*ck.

Name: Kristen Carter
Age: 26
Affiliation: CIA
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance: Long red hair that she sometimes keeps in a ponytail. Blue eyes kept behind glasses, somewhat of a feminie build, but strong enough to pass CIA entrance pysical/endurace tests.
Brief Bio: Often teased back in high school for a bit nerdiness, her main strength lies in her mind and ability to think. However, she is no slacker in gun-play, or a short test of psyical ability. Recently enguaged, (Position open if anyone cares. If not, I will NPC the position), she lives alone in her apartment with her cat, a rather unnatuarally cute sphynx. (please make sure you know what a sphynx is before you interact with it story-line wise.)

Anything else?

[Raging-Fury]

ZC u can head up the CIA team if youd like, and ill wait for a few more players before we start or we will just NPC the squads and let them jump in once its started

[WarBrood]

Character Sheet:

Name: Sarah Wills
Age: 23
Affiliation: DELTA
Sex: female
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135lb
Appearance: Sarah is strong, but does not look built. She has brunette hair down to her neck and is toned to perfection. Has deep green eyes and a tanned skin due to operations in Iraq.
Brief Bio: Sarah is one of the veteran members of DELTA squadren. She did alot of missions over in Iraq, Afganistan, and also some top sectret activity in China. Sarah wasnt always interested in this career, belive it or not she wanted to be a pop start. That still surprizes people when they hear it.

[The_Maker]

I think I will join,but I cannot post my character sheet right now. I WILL tommorrow though. I will most likely be a Terrorist, I will PM with details later :)

[Raging-Fury]

alright sounds good, ask Ragnarox for the details that i sent him when you make up your char though you will need them

[Protoss_Honor]

So when does this rp start?

[Raging-Fury]

I was hoping for a few more people but since no one else seems to be coming for now, the leaders of the squads will keep their squadmates as NPC's but try to be vague so we can have the late arrivals jump in to this, i will start it up by tonight however

[WarBrood]

omg im being ignored in every rp side from Calyara...it hurts
the leaders of the squads will keep their squadmates as NPC's my character has been turned npc :(

[Raging-Fury]

Brood, what I meant by that, is characters who have not been taken already will be NPC's until someone else comes along, you are still a playable character but the other members of Delta are NPC's aside from the leader, if your team has vacancies the vacancies now become NPC's do not turn player characters into NPC's

[Protoss_Honor]

omg im being ignored in every rp side from Calyara...it hurts
my character has been turned npc :( you are not being ignored, you just never post and we forget about you.

[Vhaeraun]

/me gives WarBrood a cookie

You ain't being ignored, WarBrood. Its just that nothing is going on right now in very many RPs. Hell, if you feel left out in certain RPs, then take it upon yourself to get involved. Approach and start talking to someone in the RP so you can get involved.

So, when is this gonna start?

>_>

<_<

??

[Raging-Fury]

lol i said last night but got caught up in something, ill make sure to start it up real soon, so just hang in there, when i do start it it will be at a multi department briefing so you each team can get to know eachother

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: Sorry for the double post mods feel free to do what you want with the above post

Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Briefing Room Washington D.C Pentagon
***************************************
Vance Jones and the other two men of his squad entered the briefing room a few moments later than the other squads, and the briefer threw them a dirty look as they took their seats.

"Nice of you to arrive Jones, now if you are ready we can finally get this on the road." He said as he clicked a button and the lights turned off in the briefing room. "Two weeks ago we recieved a tip, a man in Southeren Florida spotted this man Marx Hassad, and several other terrorists on our watchlist. They called in the police but by the time that the squad cars arrived the apartment was abandoned but the job was sloppy, several items were left behind, including wiring for a bomb, and there was also some evidence of radiation. We don't yet know where they went so we are sending you down to Florida to investigate. Send in status updates and equipment requests, you will have the entire armory of the United States at your disposal, so if you can dream it up its yours. Due to the fact that radiation has been found and we don't yet know wether they are constructing a nuclear device or a dirty bomb, time is of the essence, so you must move quickly, good luck and god speed, your flight to Florida leaves in two hours, your weapon requests should be submitted by then so we can have the equipment loaded up before you leave."

********Two Hours Later********

Vance opened up the packet given to him by the head of the NSA before his departure and scanned the contents. There was a short letter that read:

Vance, do whatever it takes to find the terrorists first, if we pull this off successfully then we will get all of the funding we need from Congress, we can't afford to let any of the other departments find them first, do not doubt that they probably have similar orders, don't kill them but do what you can to slow them down without hampering your progress. Your men are the best we can field so I know you will think of something,
Godspeed,
William Black
Director


Vance finished reading and crumpled up the note putting into his pack as he stood up from his chair and walked to the head of the plane. He tapped the pilot on the shoulder and shouted above the din of the engine "ETA?"

The pilot looked back and shouted "We are approximately two hours out from Homestead Air Force base, you will recieve further transport to the site of the apartments from there. Relax Sir, we'll get you there in due time." The pilot smiled as he looked back to the displays and instruments.

Vance nodded and turned back towards the hold where his two squadmates were dozing lightly, while the other squads conversed amongst themselves, Vance walked up to the Delta Detachment and offered his hand to the leader and his men introducing himself "My name is Vance, I head up the NSA team, my squadmates are bein boring, so I decided to say hi. So who am I talking to?" He asked as the plane continued on its path for Florida.

[Vhaeraun]

(OOC: Raging-Fury, DELTA is a military squad correct? I am going to assume so for purposes of this post, but if theyy are not, then let me know, and I will change it)

Jason
DELTA Force Project Able
Undisclosed
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Jason had received word from his commanders that he was being given a job to sniff out terrorists. Apparently, they had found a terrorist cell in Florida. When he got word that he was going to be one of the groups sent to investigate, he sighed. DELTA wasn't meant to do meager search & destroy missions, yet that is exactly what he had been given. So, imagine his surprise and distaste when he realized the plane he was riding in with his squad was also being used by the NSA team.

Jason was sitting with his squad, talking with them, all the while twirling one of the speciality hollow-points he had for his MP4. Normally, hollow-points were used in few guns. Jason got his MP4 specially outfitted to use this deadly piece of weaponry, so he was calmly sitting there playing with a bullet, when one of the members of the NSA squad walked up.

The man held out his right hand, and said, "My name is Vance, I head up the NSA team, my squadmates are bein boring, so I decided to say hi. So who am I talking to?"

Jason stood up and walked a circle around the man, looking him over. He said, "So, the NSA comes short eh? Not surprised. I've never known the NSA to do anything of much importance."

Jason stopped in front of the NSA leader and said, "Name's Jason. And you can put your hand down. I ain't gonna shake it. You look a bit scrawny for a leader, and until you prove otherwise, I don't see how you can be a leader."

Jason looked around at the other groups, and said, "How about you go say hello to someone else, and let me get back to what I was doing."

Jason sat down and looked up at the NSA detachment leader. Jason said coldly, "Pleasure to meet you Vance. Do stop by again for social time when you prove yourself as a leader. I don't like talking with other departments, especially those as shifty as the NSA."

Jason went back to twirlling his bullet, leaving Vance stand there dumbfounded.

Jason watched Vance plod away, and leaned back. He said, "Sarah, what do you think about all this? I think the damn government is sending too many teams on a simple mission we could do alone. What do you think the catch is? Something's up, and I want to know what you think about it."


(OOC: Sorry Raging-Fury for making my character come off the way I did, but I think I did a good job showing the interdepartment amimosity :D

Oh, and tag Warbrood ;))

[Ragnarox]

Marx Hassad
Terrorist
Undisclosed
************

Marx nearly shoved the barrel of the 9mm Beretta down one of the cell member's throat...the one responsable for the sloppy clean up job in Florida. Patience, control, and the fact that the safety was on, were all that restrained Marx from blowing the member's head off.

"Do you realize what you could have just possibly done you fool?" Marx asked in a quiet yet threatening voice.

The member just starred at Marx, solid yet shaken and ashamed. Marx could nearly feel the mans apology without having him speak the words. Marx took a deep breath and holstered his pistol and began walking away from the man in the wooden chair but quickly turned around and warned, "If you ever perform that poorly again, I will not be so forgiving."

Marx walked out of the room passed another member in a small alcove next to the door as a guard. They had only recently moved into this abandoned, damaged, overgrown warehouse complex in the middle of seemingly absolute nowhere. There were no streets, no buildings...no people what-so-ever...the perfect place for bomb making. Hidden from satilites and areial imagery. It wouldn't be long before the weapon was prepared for deployment.

Marx walked down the metal staircase and out the warehouse door into the humid, warm, tropical evening. He walked passed a large patch of foilage where another armed guard was concealed, Marx nodded towards him in recognition and continued on out of the foilage and out onto a long grass strip. On the other side of the grass strip was another part of the complex, the former underground storage. Marx walked to the small forest edge and stopped three meters from the foilage and made a chirping sound and soon after heard a response of chirps. Marx made another, different chirping sound and then walked another meter towards the foilage and stopped and made another chirping sound before moving a meter to the right...avoiding the landmine and chirping again. He heard a reply. Marx walked forward another meter and then a meter to the left before chirping again.

Another reply issued and two concealed guards emerged from the foilage with their weapons pointed at Marx. Marx put his hands up and the guards searched him. He was clean and they found his true identification in his pants pocket. They let him pass as he entered the foilage, the guard about ten meters in front of him lowered his sniper rifle and let him pass.

Marx walked over in the designated steps on the foilage, avoiding all kinds of nastyness they had set up. Marx walked for about twenty more meters, passing several guards before he reached the heavy metal door of the underground storage...which they had turned into the bomb making center. Marx passed several security procedures before being accepted in, where he journeyed into the dark bowles of the facility to the lowest floor...

[WarBrood]

Sarah looked over a Jason and sighed, "obvisiouly its not a simple mission. If the NSA is sending so many teams then it must be deeper then we thing, I smell conspiricy." Sarah lifted her colt 1911 and cocked it with a grin on her face.

Jason laughed, "You and your damn conspiricy theorys. But I do agree, it must be deep. OK now we have to figure out what we are to look for."

"obviously a bomb," Sarah looked at Jason as if he was retarded

"We know there is a bomb, but where do we find it?"

"Dont ask me, I signed up into DELTA so I could shoot people, not to find them. But if you ask me, the terrorist must want something, we find out what it is he wants and he will come running to us like a heifer to the slaughter"

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: Vhaeraun Delta is a Military squad so dont worry bout that, btw there is only one NSA team the Spectre Detachment, which is 3 men Vance being one, and all of the teams are traveling on the same plane
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Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
C-130 30 minutes to arrival
********************************************
Vance walked around the plane still a little pissed about the Delta Leaders response, when he approached the section the FBI team had decided to claim as their own, Vance walked up and introduced himself trying to determine the kind of men he would be working with. "Names Vance, I'm heading up the NSA detachment, how'd you get this job," he asked the man who appeared to be the leader.

(OOC: Tag PH)

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA
Plane voyage: Washington D.C. to undefined destination in Florida.
~~~~~

"Dont ask me, I signed up into DELTA so I could shoot people, not to find them. But if you ask me, the terrorist must want something, we find out what it is he wants and he will come running to us like a heifer to the slaughter" Sarah speaks to Jason. Then suddenly, Kristen speaks up, "Well well, with a plan utilizing such a massive display of analytical thinking, it's amazing our opponent ever stood a chance."

The small group up and about then turn to Kristen as she speaks. Jason then mentions, "CIA? Ha! Now it's official, they must have every team on here."
"Of all the people on this flight, You are the last person I would have expected to see."
"Well it appears I am one known for surpassing expectations."
"You tell that to my fucking team bitch." Interrupts Sarah.
Jason then inqures, "Eh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Did'nt you hear about the bungle in Kergistan about a year and a half ago?"
"That really is'nt-"
"Bullshit. Your damn fine job of intelligence gathering not only botched the mission, but as well as U.S. Relations with Serbia, and the lives of my team."
"It's no my fault your commander of that group charged in without exercising enough standard caut-"

Suddenly Sarah whips out her pistol, aiming it at Kristen's head. "Give me a reason. I've been wishing upon a star lately and I know I'm due."

Suddenly, an agent walks up, declaring, "ENOUGH." All members then look at the figure. "Sarah, put that damn thing away. This bickering is pointless. Besides, were'nt you supposed to check that gun in?" Grumbling to herself, Sarah slowly withdraws, holstering the gun. Looking back one last time to Kirsten, she sneers off and walks away. Kristen then looks up, saying, "Thank you, your timing was'nt too bad."
"Well I try my best."
"Speaking of timing, how long has it been since we set out?"
"About two hours."
"Hmm, That is'nt right. It only takes about that long to reach there from Detroit. I wonder what's taking so long."
"Perhaps we should check it out with the pilots."
"Sounds like a plan."
Getting up from the recliner seat, she then extends her hand, saying, "Kristen Carter, CIA."
[Tag Anyone but WB or, probably Vhaeraun I guess]


OOC:
Data report, "Kristen Carter" _ Current inventory:
-Clothing/Attire; Standard Agency dresscode clothing, durible and functional dress semi-heels, CIA badge & liscensing in wallet.
-Custom Glock 21; 13 round pistol with semi-automatic activation switch.
-Palm Pilot computer with several functions, and a few varios add-ons; such as electrical meter needles and temperature guage to name a few.
-Standard federal issue pocket knife.
-Cell Phone.

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) I shall endevor to post my opening post tomorrow. I have to go soon now so I do not have time.


Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark looks at Vance’s outstretched hand, and then reaches his arm behind him and one of his agent’s hands him a fingerprint copying kit. He takes Vance’s hand and proceeds to copy his finger prints down. When his is done with both of Vance’s hands, he hands the kit back to his underling. “I am Boss… What? You look like you do not believe me.” Mark turns to one of his agents and says, “Agent, who am I?”
“You are Boss, sir.”
“Thank you.” He turns back to Vance, “You see, I am called, Boss. That way, it is harder for the enemy to find out who we are. I am Boss…” He turns to his underlings and one at a time points at them and says who they are, “The one with the kit is Agent Uno, the one sitting down on his fat lazy butt is Agent Beta, the one with the black case is Agent 3, the one with the glare is Agent D, and the last one is, Agent Last. Not their real names of course, but we prefer not to tell people our real names. If you do not wish to call me Boss all the time, you may call me Blade or Blade Leader.”
“Oookay.” Vance says unsurely as he looks at his finger tips which have ink on them. He raises his hands and shows them to Mark, “How do I get this stuff off?”
“A little soap and water. And some hydrogen peroxide.”
“Ah, thank you. Is there any peroxide onboard?”
“3?”
“Boss?”
“The peroxide, Agent.”
“Here you go Boss.” Agent 3 says as he hands Mark a black bottle.
Mark hands it to Vance and says, “There is probably a bathroom on this plane, you could try to wash your hands in there.” Then, almost as an afterthought he adds, “Ah and by the way, we are going to need that peroxide back when you are done.”
“Of course.” Vance says as he heads for the bathroom.
Mark looksaround, and sees and agent from one of the other teams draw a gun. He walks over to investigate, and recgnnizes most them from the files, he studied before coming on this mission. "ENOUGH." He says and the three look up at him, "Sarah, put that damn thing away. This bickering is pointless. Besides, weren't you supposed to check that gun in?" Grumbling to herself, Sarah slowly withdraws, holstering the gun. Looking back one last time to Kirsten, she sneers off and walks away. Kristen then looks up, saying, "Thank you, your timing wasn't too bad."
"Well I try my best."
"Speaking of timing, how long has it been since we set out?"
"About two hours."
"Hmm, That isn't right. It only takes about that long to reach there from Detroit. I wonder what's taking so long."
"Perhaps we should check it out with the pilots."
"Sounds like a plan."
Getting up from the recliner seat, she then extends her hand, saying, "Kristen Carter, CIA."
Mark reaches behind him and Agent Uno hands him the fingerprint kit and he takes down Kristens fingerprints “Boss, FBI, Blade Leader.”
Kristen looks down at her hands then up at Mark, “Boss?”
“Boss. Or Blade or Blade Leader. Whichever you prefer.”
“Whatever. Do you not have a real name?”
"I have a real name, I just prefer for you not to know it."
"Okay."
Mark, Kristen and Uno head for the cockpit to find out what is taking so long.





(ooc) Tag ZC. And anyone who is not part of this Rp but wants to join and be Agent Uno.

[ZeroCross]

Well, RF has had over two days to post, so I guess I'll do it then.

Kristen Carter
CIA
Who's flying the plane?
~~~~~

Kristen knew something had to be up. Either they were lied to, and they were actually headed somewhere's else, or worse.....

Kristen and Marc headed up the isle-way of the small Turboliner Mk2. Reaching the pilot's cabin, Kristen pulled open the curtain, to see the two pilots, and the navigator slumped down in their chairs. "OH FUCK..." Kristen said outloud, unable to hold it to herself. Kristen and Marc ran over to the men. Kristen then quickly checked the pilot's pulse; he was still alive, thank God. Kristen looked over at marc, a small nod let her know that he was okay too.

Kristen looked onto the pilot's station, to find among the numerous lights and guages, she waved over Marc, "Hey, take a look at this. The autopilot is on."

Kristen then took a step back, stepping on, and crushing, a small cheap plastic cup. Kneeling down to investigate it, Kristen saw it had the airliner's logo on it, small light red drops still clung to the cup. "This punch, it looks like the kind being served to the rest of the crew." Running her fingers across the bottem of the cup, her finger picks up a small grainy substance. "It was drugged. Check the stewerdesses."

Suddenly, as Kristen steps back through the curtain, she sees a man in a chair holding a stop-watch. Suddenly the man says, "I've got some bad news for you agents, you're all dead."

[Tag]

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc)the name is spelled Mark, not Marc, and I never told you my name, so how do you know it?

[ZeroCross]

Is, this RP still alive? Please stop posting on munyiaya damnit! You guys ARE enlisted in other RPs!

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: I'll post another response soon, ive been busy for the past few days and havent been able to seriously commit any time to any RP's, ill post in a bit.

[Ragnarox]

OOC: Yeah, um people I really need a good reason to post again. If nobody posts within the next few days I'm going to blow up a city...

[ZeroCross]

OOC: Yeah, um people I really need a good reason to post again. If nobody posts within the next few days I'm going to blow up a city... Now THAT'S the way we should negotiate our RPs!

[Ragnarox]

Now THAT'S the way we should negotiate our RPs!

Lol!

Sikawtic "Ummm...yeah, Rag we need your post."

Two days later, Sikawtic "Rag you there?"

Calibur-Apoc, "Nevermind, just go without him."

*Blows up Korhal*

Ragnarox "OMG did you just blow up Korhal?"

Sikawtic, "Now were talkin ;D."

(Clip from Starcraft: Aftermath when I wasn't exactly paying attention)

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: ok ok ok i get it i take forever to respond, been really busy with workouts and whatnot since summer started up, postage time

IC:
Vance Jones
NSA Detacment Spectre
Shit hits the fan and goes SPLAT
************************************************** **
"Fucking Hell!" Vance yelled out as his team kicked into high gear quickly grabbing the man with the stopwatch and putting a gun to his head.
"What have you done!" shouted one of the agents as the man simply smiled and spit in his face.
"We aren't getting anywhere with this, check the GPS, find out where we are, if we are over something solid we will grab the gear bags and ditch!" Vance yelled as he grabbed a parachute from the racks and began pulling his teams gear bags out of the storage bays.
The woman from the CIA ran back into the cockpit to check the GPS as the other teams began grabbing their bags from compartments and fitting parachutes to eachother and the unconcious crew members. The agent cocked the pistol he was holding and pressed his knee harder into the mans chest. "Listen up you shitbag you have about five seconds to tell us what you did before we make the stewardesses earn their keep!" He shouted as the man smiled again and just stared.

OOC: Heres the situation, plane crew is incapacitated as stated by ZC, an agent has the man who stood up at gunpoint and is attempting to find out what has happened, ZC your char has moved back in to check their position while the others are grabbing their bags and parachutes in case they have to ditch, up to you guys to figure out why everything went to hell

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA
False Alarm?
~~~~~

The man wit hthe stopwatch quickly looked up, seeing Vance holding a gun to his head. Kristen hung her head down, using her index finger and thumb to massage her brows. "Uh, Vance?"
"What?!"
"Allow me."

Walking over, she asks, "So who is that sent you?"
"They told me you jokers could'nt handle this with one hand on a box of cracker jacks. I guess they were right."
"You mind telling us why you delayed our landing?!"
"Just hold your horses. We are currently flying loop over Miami Airport for the last twenty minutes. Eggheads back at command thought it would be wise to see which one of you would catch on first. Sad to say, I think their trust in you has been misplaced. Good thing they sent me."
"We don't need any help, now land this damn plane and stop wasting our time!" Vance orders.
"As you wish."

Walking up to the cockpit, the man says, "Hey guys, shows over, you can land it now."
"Sure thing sir."

The plane then begins to decend, as the man with the stopwatch walks back, saying, "You might want to take your seats, agents." Kristen, a bit precarious, asks, "And just who do you work for?"
"The same people you all do. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Oh, and next time, be a bit more careful and attentive to your situation, would you?"

A few agents then quickly threaten the daylights out of the man, as Kristen takes her seat. "Great, just f*cking wonderful." she thinks to herself. "They don't trust any of us to do it. They probably sent their own team too. I guess this will no doubt make things much more complicated. The last thing we need is another team to compete against; one that we don't know their size, and are probably getting all their information straight from the head as it comes in. How nice..."

[Tag. Let's land and start our assignment. :smirk: Hope I did'nt overstep my bounds or cross the non-sense line. *crosses fingers]

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: well that was definately an interesting turn of events, and amusing to no end, response here in a bit

[Protoss_Honor]

I will be gone tomorrow so until I get back you guys can use my char if you need to

[iHawk]

Damn you P_H! I PMed him my char like you (RagingFury) said if I wanted to be in his team… so If he doesn't reply soon I'm making my char join a different squad! So I'm using this post to ask which team wants a 7'4'' hulk that plays too many video games? :P

[Raging-Fury]

Rofl hawk, if ph is gone the NSA team will galdly take him lol or if ZC isnt heading up the CIA squad then u can, but im not sure if hes heading it up or not, he just made it sound like he was a member not the leader

[ZeroCross]

Well, I wanted to be just a member, but I'll take leader if hawk does'nt take it.

By the way, what do you guys think of my new avy?

[iHawk]

Ok, leader it is!

Name: Joe Gregory (Joey)
Age: 26
Affiliation: CIA YALL!
Sex: Male
Height: 7'4'' (I'ma monster!)
Weight: 345lbs
Appearance: Joe is hugenormous, big, strong and loves his shotgun. He has blonde hair light blue eyes and can give Arnie (Arnold Schwartzenager [sp]) a run for his money. He wears the typical CIA uniform but has replaced his standered issue combat knife with a "more effective" knife. "Just two inches longer then a basic field knife)
Brief Bio: Joe was actually very short and thin in his youth, however he grew very fast before filling out at 18. From then on he's been the biggest guy to ever not play sports. Joe was always playing video games, Sonic on his genesis, Goldeneye on his N64, Legend of the Dragoon on PlayStation, Sonic on DreamCast, Halo on XBox, ect… Basicly he spent his entire life playing video games, when he finally needed a job he joined the police. He was an amazing officer and joined the SWAT team, from there he was sent into the CIA. He was assigned as the leader of Nemesis squad, he specializes in Demolitions and blasting things with a shotgun. ^_^

Just changed any FBI to CIA… hope it still works… O_O If anyone has any suggestions for my character…

[ZeroCross]

Just be sure not to blast holes in my evidence. ^_~ I think the strife between Kristen and Joe's views pretty interesting. I mean a giant like that with a shotgun...in the CIA......yeah, this is gonna be fuggin awsome like a barrel of ninja pirates! ^_^

[Vhaeraun]

Jason
DELTA Team Leader
Laughing quite hard
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Jason leaned back, and closed his eyes. This was going to be a LONG mission. After about 5 minutes, he heard some commotion. Opening his eyes, he saw the NSA team leader holding a gun to someone's head. Leaning to Sarah, he asked, "What happened?"

Sarah replied, "A couple people went into the cockpit to see what was taking so long, then when they came out, someone said 'I've got some bad news for you agents, you're all dead.' Vance jumped up, started sccreaming about jumping off the plane, and started threatening the man with a gun. The man turns out to be working for some hotshots at 'command' and that we've been circling Miami Airport for 20 minutes."

Jason laughed. He said loudly, "VANCE! Nice one! Putting a gun to someone's head who was working for your bosses. Next time, don't jump to conclusions so fast."

Vance turned and glared at him, but that didn't deter Jason. Was one fluid motion, he slipped his MP4 off his shoulder and saluted Vance with a wide smile.

After a few moments, things settled down, and the plane landed without any other incident.

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: Post 300!!!
IC:
Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Fuming
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"Remind me to put laxative in whatever Mr. Delta drinks," Vance said to his squadmates as they rode in the unmarked SUV to the apartments the terrorists had occupied to find the next piece of the puzzle. "Alright boys, get ready we are almost there." Vance said as he cocked the bolt on his G36C while his two men worked the actions on pump shotguns. The little convoy of vehicles rolled to a stop in front of a non-discrepit two story building surrounded by squad cars and police tape. The teams piled out and rushed into the room that was pointed out to them by the officer in charge. "Ok, fan out, search around, we need to find where they moved on to, we re-convene in 20 minutes everyone got it?" Vance asked as the teams formed a circle before they moved in for their search.

OOC: Tag all

[ZeroCross]

Are we free to make sh*t up, or is there some kind of guideline we have to follow? Anything mentioned in previous posts that decribe the apartment?

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: Just make it up, but all signs point to atlanta, and its a fairly large apartment so have at it

[ZeroCross]

Cool. It's 11 pm now, so I'll post something tomarrow. Yo hawk, you with me on this one, or we gonna both wing it?

[Vhaeraun]

Jason
DELTA Leader
Searching
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Jason looked at his team after the NSA man stopped talking, and whistled through his teeth once, and motioned with his hand in a sort of 'come here' fashion. The signal to move in. No words left Jason's mouth, as his team swarmed past him and into the apartment. Jason looked at Vance, winked, and set off into the building.

Jason had his MP4 still on his shoulder, but he wasn't taking any chances, as it was still there. Since there was a terrorist in the building once, chances were that a terrorist may still be in here, hiding in a compartment specially designed to hide in. Jason began searching in various rooms, trying to stay out of the way of the other teams. Shrugging as his team went about their searching, Jason was confident that his team would find hints to their next move before any other team, as his team was trained in search and destroy tactics.

Jason walking into the downstairs bathroom. He had just ran his hand across the door frame and it came back all dusty, so he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands at the sink. He tried turning on the water, but nothing came out. Scowling, he bent down to see if he could determine something wrong with the pipes. Opening the cabinet, he saw something that made him chuckle: a hole in the floor, and disconnected pipes.

Smiling, he stood up and started closing the door. Someone came by and shot Jason a funny look. Jason scowled at him and said, "Hey, I don't watch YOU go to the bathroom."

Jason closed the door, and got onto the ground. He checked the hole for traps and, upon finding none, pulled out his wormlight. Sliding it close to the hole, he turned on the light's sensors and slid it into the hole. When it got far enough in, he realized this was a secret room. The wormlight had nightvision sensors, and Jason detected a light switch near the hole opening.

Sitting up, Jason stashed the wormlight. Turning away, Jason slid his feet into the hole and dropped in. Finding the fall short, Jason dropped to a defensive position and pulled out a combat dagger. Looking around the dark, he reached out and felt the switch. He flipped it, and wasn't at all surprised at what he found.

He was inside a terrorist planning room. Standing up, he scanned the room and found it empty. He stashed the dagger in his boot, and began searching the room for clues as to what the terrorist plans were. There were various pictures on the wall, possibly targets for an attack, but Jason paid them little mind. Instead, he saw some blueprints on the wall. Looking at them, he realized that they were plans for the bomb which was unable to be finished.

He searched the room a bit more, and found a small scrap of paper with a number on it: 4042195571. Puzzled at this number, he looked at it for a while. Still unsure, he looked at what it was sitting next to. There was a small folder, and a manila envelope with a slight bulge . Carefully opening the envelope, he tipped it up and the contents spilled out. A cell phone. Smiling, Jason knew what the piece of paper was.

Taking out his own cell phone, he called up one of his friends who was an experienced hacker. Jason said as soon as his friend answered the phone, "Jonesy, need you to do something for me."

The voice on the other line said, "Jesus Jason, the least you could've done was say hello first. Now what do you need? You took me away from a very important business meeting."

Jason chuckled, knowing full well that this 'important business meeting' was probably a keg of beer and a few hookers. Jason said, "I need you to trace a number for me."

Jonesy said, "Trace a number? Damn, the least you could have gotten me to do was hack the pentagon computer systems. At least THEN I would have had a challenge. One second."

A minute of silence ensued, and Jonesy said, "Alright, inside the telephone company's computers. Gimme the number."

Jason lifted the paper and said, "404-219-5571."

Jonesy said nonchalantly, "So, Jason. How's your life been? Still in the army?"

Jason sighed and stated, "Bit more complicated than that. Head of an elite squadron of people. No need for me to name it. I don't see what relavance this has."

Jonesy chuckled, "Never one to beat around the bush. I was simply making conversation while I waited. Now that I have finished explaining, the search is over. Can't get an exact trace on the number, however the area code is from.....Atlanta, Georgia."

Jason smiled. His intuition was right. His team had made the discovery first. Jason said, "Thanks Jonesy. You've been a pal. Feel free to go back to your hookers now."

Not waiting for a response, he closed the connection and stashed the phone. He went to the hol,e, and climbed back up, deciding to leave the light on, as someone would decide to go back in there later.

[Ragnarox]

Marx Hassad
Terrorist(Consortium)
Undisclosed Location
Ha! Were not that sloppy
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"Brother, sir!" said the teams electronics specialist, Alexi Kosjitsky.

"Yes Alexi what is it did they find our little present?" asked Marx as he looked over Alexi's shoulder at the laptop display.

"Yes sir, and I thought that WE were sloppy in the clean up." said Alexi with a chuckle.

"Did the scrambler work?" asked Marx.

"According to the Consortium...unfortunately no, but we did bounce the number over eight different places in the world so it should be hard to break it down to our true location." said Alexi.

Marx once again studied the display and looked at the blinking number, that was the acquired cell phone they used to contact the Consortium, but it's number could still be traced. Although it would take a long time to hunt down their cell directly, it would eventually come to desperate measures.

Unless we deal with the situation now... Marx thought as he smirked.

"Well, we were prepared for this kind of thing to happen right Alexi?" asked Marx in an almost redundant context.

"Yes, it was a damn good idea to rig the place...according to the one sensor we left there, the chicken is in the pot, repeat the chicken is in the pot." said Alexi in an excited tone.

Marx grinned and said, "Cook it."

Alexi typed in a few quick numbers. A heartbeat later, the video sensor they left in the apartment went dead. The computer screen verified the detonation success as eight carefully placed samtex charges blew the foundation of the building and a single high-heat explosive destroyed what evidence that was not already picked up.

"Detonation verified, the whole second story complex just went to Hell in a handbasket." said Alexi.

Marx patted Alexi on the shoulder and said, "Good job, now lets watch it live."

---------10 minutes later---------

"It is now time for our, CNN Live story." said the announcer voice. There was about twenty seconds of introductory crap before the story went live on the scene. A young female reporter was standing on a highrise of somekind and in the background was a building with its second story burning wildly as pillars of smoke poured out. All kinds of emergency vehicles were crowded around the site, along with some vehicles that Marx could definately tell were not local service provided.

Marx ignored all the fabricated crap the media made up about how it all happened and only listened to the line, "We have confirmed information that one non-civillian was killed in the blast." Marx smiled and turned off the news feed on the computer display and said to Alexi, "Damn fine work, that should shake them a bit."

Marx then went off to find out how the device was coming along...back to the bunker.

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA
Investigation of first apartment.
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Upon walking into the apartment, Kirsten surveyed the surrounding area. Her six field agents with her filled into the building. Kristen looked around to her team, saying, "Split up and spread out. Search carefully and quickly, we are on the clock."

Kristen then glided over through the apartment, looking around. It was difficult to complete a full investigation properly with so many agents around. "Damnit." She thought to herself. "I can't work with all these a*sh*les around." Trying to burrow her way through, she found herself into the small den, where a laptop lay still plugged in. Unfortunatly, it had 3 men near it, all hanging around. Kristen then walked up, asking, "Excuse me."
"Not now lady."
"No, you're searching in the wrong directory."
"Oh yeah, and who are you to tell me that?"
Flashing her badge, she says, "Agent Carter, CIA."
"Oh yeah? It that so? Beat it, we were here first."
"No no, you don't understand, the way you're looking, it will take fore-"
"Get out."

Kristen then pulls her gun out and holds it to his head. "Then let me ask you please." Suddenly, from the three other agents around, all on the same team as the man in the chair, pull their guns on Kristen. The man then replies, "Go home little girl." Kristen, hesitates for a moment, before reluctantly holstering her gun and walks off. "Damnit, not what?"

Glancing around, she figures, "The bedroom." Then walks towards it. Too late, as a few men, a few from her team, are already inside, bickering about clues and leads. "Damnit. hmmm, then....Ah, bathroom." Walking off towards the bathroom she finds a few other men already crawling around inside. "What did you find?" One of her agents replies, "Something down here, it leads down to the basement. Looks like one of the other teams was here first."
"Damnit. Well, try to find what you can."

Kristen then thinks to herself, "Hmm...clue, clues....The trash." Walking towards the kitchen, she see the trash recently emptied. She then exits out the back door, into the ally way. Walking over to the dumpster, she find a few sacks of trash. "Good, they have'nt picked it up yet." She thinks to herself, hefting out a few sacks. Tearing into the bags, their contents spill out onto the ground. Taking her foot and sifting through the trash, her eyes rest on a small pamphlet.

Reaching down to pick it up, she brushes it off. "Hmm, Sandrake Hotel. Enjoy our affordible, yet luxiourious hotel.....2351 Almont st. Atlanta Georgia, telephone, (800) 555-..."

"Hmmm, there's something written in ink here, '7-8-05, George Gambrilen.' What is this? Perhaps it might be a good place to look ne-" KABOOM! Suddenly, Kristen is knocked to the ground, as the building erupts into flames behind her. Struggling, she manages to push her chest off the ground and turn around to see the apartment. Getting to her feet, she thinks to herself, "Oh god, Joe! Did anyone make it out in time?!"

[Tag]

[Protoss_Honor]

Damn you P_H! I PMed him my char like you (RagingFury) said if I wanted to be in his team… so If he doesn't reply soon I'm making my char join a different squad! So I'm using this post to ask which team wants a 7'4'' hulk that plays too many video games? :PYou are on my squad, sorry for not responding sooner! Oh, just saw your post to become cia. Sorry my life outside of Warboards got in the way of your career in the FBI. Hmm, if you do not want to be FBI, fine, we don't want you! j/k.... I KNOW! You and Agent Last can have a feud or whatever, because he beat you out of a spot on the FBI so you had to join the lesser, CIA, or vice versa. how about that?


Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark entered the bedroom and walked over to the bed and looked under it. "Ah." he said as he saw a piece of paper there. He reached for the paper and pulled it out and read what it said. "2109 Palmtree Hotel and Casino. That is probably where we should look next." He said as he walked out of the bedroom. He enters the den and saw a laptop, but several other agents were already looking at it. He exited the den and walked outside. He started searching around the building for any clues. 5 minutes later, he walked back to the front of the apartment to check on his agents. "Uno-" "BOOM!" He was interupted by an explosion and then the apartment started to cave in. "What the heck!" he exclaimed as he ran across the street away from the falling building.

[iHawk]

(OOC) Naw, I'm fine… the only real reason I was joining FBI in the first place was because I wouldn't have to remember names, just Uno, Last, Boss whoever. :D But the CIA will pwnzorz you! (OOC)

Joe Gregory
CIA (Lead)
Searching around…

Joe walked through the apartment with his shotgun on his back and a camera in his hands. He was taking pictures of the entire apartment for two reasons: 1; They can enhance the images to find evidence the human eye may not pick up. And 2; This set up would make for a kickass UT map ^_^. Seeing that the entire apartment was being overrun by other units Joe decided to check the perimeter. He walked out of the apartment, down the hall, down some stairs and out of the building. He reached into his pocket pulling out his shades as the building's second story exploded sending him flying. "HOLY CRAP!" He said getting up grabing his radio. "This is Nemesis leader, please report in!"

[ZC's Reply] "[name] reporting in sir, I was on the main floor." "I'm here too, my leg's bashed up but [name]'s pullin me out. She's fine too." "I'm here as well, Chris and I were checking out the balcony. He didn't make it…" Joe cursed under his breath. "Squad, report to the front, emergency vehicles are on route…" He then waited for his team to arive…

(OOC) Tag, my guy is in a baad mood. I figured our team would loose a guy because we had more people… hope no one minds. (OOC)

[ZeroCross]

nope, we have the most people at 7. Now at 6 though.... ~_~

[Protoss_Honor]

nope, we have the most people at 7. Now at 6 though.... ~_~ HAHAHAHAHA! You lost a man! that just proves how sucky the CIA is! j/k. Sorry for your loss guys, *P_H does the vulcan salute "I grieve with thee." I am sorry for your loss. Who did you lose?

Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
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Mark walked over to the CIA leader and put his hand on her shoulder, "I am sorry for your loss." He said quietly, "I know what it is like to lose and agent. Having to tell his/her parents their child is dead, but not being able to tell them how he/she died. It is beyond horrible." Mark drops his hand and walks back to his team.

(ooc) tag ZC and Hawk (you tratior! j/k)

[Vhaeraun]

Jason
DELTA Leader
Scoffing
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Jason walked out of the bathroom, and looked at the swarming agents. He thought to himself, Something isn't right. Terrorists aren't as sloppy as these appear to be. I have the feeling we are being watched.

Jason looked around, and suddenly had the stunningly strong feeling to get out of the building. Rushing out of the building, he drew a couple stares from various agents, but none paid him any mind besides. He got out as the CIA Leader was going down the stairs, and at that particular moment, the building exploded.

The CIA Leader flew and landed on his chest. Jason, with his extensive training and agility, spun in air after being thrown forward by the explosion and landed in a crouch. He brought his MP4 to his hands, and looked around him. Not seeing any threats, he rushed into the wreckage and began fishing for his team.

He found Sarah under a door, with minor cuts and bruises. He yelled to her, "Find the others!"

She nodded curtly and Jason rushed off. He found one of the others in the basement. This one, Steven Walker, had a broken leg. Jason helped Steven to the outside, and rushed back in. He found 1 more, and noticed that Sarah had found the other 2. Sighing, he knew that his team got through this without a casualty.

He looked around him, and noticed that the CIA team was smaller than it was before. One person was missing. He knew immediately what had happened. The CIA team took a loss. Jason walked over to the CIA leader and said sullenly, "I give you my condolences. Losing one of your own is hard. I lost an entire squad once, and that nearly made me get out of the business. If there is anything I can do, let me know. I would be glad to help your squad or the family of the one you lost."

Jason walked back to his squad, and looked at them. They suffered minor damage, the worst being a broken leg. He sighed and turned back to the building, knowing that he and his team was lucky.

[Protoss_Honor]

Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
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"Damn terrorists!" Mark said to himself, "They are going to pay for killing that CIA Agent. I wil make sure of it!"

(ooc) Mark takes the loss of an agent in any US government agency personally. He has now become even more determind to find the terroists and make them pay for the loss of the CIA agent.

[ZeroCross]

Uh, wow. I think you guys are taking the one CIA agent down a little too far I think. ^^;

[Raging-Fury]

Vance Jones
NSA Spectre Detachment
Changing Plans
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"Ok, did we find anything?" Vance asked his squadmates as he layed a blueprint of the apartment over the hood of one of the SUV's.
"Didn't get much sir, its all being picked pretty clean, we dont have a lot of stuff that hasn't already been pawed over." One of the agents answered. The other nodded and was opening his mouth to speak, when the building's second story exploded the concussion sending the men to the ground as debris whistled overhead. The three men scrambled back to their feet and raced towards the building as the other teams were picking themselves up and searching the wreckage. The teams had all assembled amongst themselves and the leaders were offering condolences to the CIA team for their loss.
Vance walked over to the CIA teams leader and said "We are sorry for your loss, you guys have the first shot at those slimebags." He patted his shoulder apologetically and walked back to his two men.
"Ok we need to find out where they are. I'm going to speak with the other squads and find out what they know then we will move together. And as for this? Fuck Them," Vance said as he burned the hinderance order given to him by the Department head of the NSA.
"Commanders, we need to talk!" Vance yelled out as he walked towards one of the SUV's. "Time to move again, did anyone find any info as to where they could be?" He asked as he looked to each of the men.

OOC: Tag all commanders, I will be leaving for Vaca on thursday, and am not sure how often i will be on but i definately will try to get on as often as possible.

[Protoss_Honor]

Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade leader
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"Commanders! We need to talk!"
Mark turned toward the shout and saw Vance walking toward him.
"What do we need to talk about?" Mark asked casually as he looked at the piece of burning paper by Vances SUV.
"Time to move again, did anyone find any info as to where they could be?" Vance asked.
"I might have. Whats that piece of paper you burned?" mark asked.

(ooc) Tag Raging Fury

[Vhaeraun]

Jason
DELTA Leader
--------------------------------

Surveying the teams around him, he heard someone shout, "Commanders! We need to talk!"

Turning to the shout, he saw the shouter was none other than the NSA team leader. Sighing, he walked over so he could get the encounter over fast.

When he got close, he heard Vance say, "Time to move again, did anyone find any info as to where they could be?"

Jason said, "Found a piece of paper with a number on it. Number is unimportant, but the area code says Atlanta. Found it in the secret basement, so it should be accurate."

After a moment of silence around the group, Jason smiled as he spoke again, this time his voice dripping with sarcasm, "By the way Vance. Try not to take control too much. Some of the guys here might not like that. I know for a fact that my squad likes freedom, and being told what to do by NSA isn't freedom. Just a friendly warning, as I would HATE to see someone shoot you because you took too much control."

After saying that, he looked around the group, which was silent. Many knew that what Jason just said was either a threat, or a promise, that if the NSA leader tried too hard to lead the group, Jason would shoot him.

He said after more silence, "If you will excuse me, I've got wounded to take care of. If there is anything I need to hear, send someone over to tell me."

With that said, Jason turned and walked to his squad. Casting a glance over his shoulder, Jason knelt down and began tending to the injuries of his group.

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA
Moving on
~~~~~

Kristen sits on the tailgate of an open ambulance. "I told you, I'm fine, thanks. Now lay off please, I have work to do." Walking off, a few agents walk up to Kristen, expressing their condolances. Kristen, a bit taken aback, replies, "Why the hell are you sorry? Did you screw something that was the reason for his death? Seriously, I will find the people responsible for this in due time, and far before anyone else if I have anything to say about it. If not, others will suffer the same fate as Dan."

Moving on without a tear, she walks up to an SUV, holding up the phamplet. Joe asks from the driver seat, "What you got there?"
"Atlanta, drive, now."
"How did you-"

Kristen then flashes the phamplet towards him. "I think it may lead to someplace they know or were."
"Nice. The other teams are thinking Atlanta as well. Might as well have a look. Maybe we can run a database search and find out who this George fellow is while we're on our way."
"Indeed. Now let's roll."

[Tag Hawk.]

[iHawk]

Joe Gregory
CIA (Nemesis Squad)
Pedal-to-da-metal

Joe was still pissed and going over the many ways to kill, or just tourture the terrorists responcible. Maybe if I could get a hold of some high powered tazer… He saw Kristen walking up towards the passenger door holding a pamphlet of some sort. "Whatcha got there?" "Atlanta, drive, now." "How did yo- She flashed the paper towards Joe. "I think it may lead to someplace they know or were." "Nice. The other teams are thinking Atlanta as well. Might as well have a look. Maybe we can run a database search and find out who this George fellow is while we're on our way." "Indeed. Now let's roll."

Joe started the SUV as Kristen got in the passenger seat. "Ok, I need one of you to do a check on this George character and another to write the letter to Daniel's family." "Yessir." "You got it." Joe sped off down the road towards Atlanta, the other agent wrote the letter as Joe spoke it.

Dear Mr. and Mrs Clark:

We regret to inform you that your son Daniel. J. Clark was killed in action this afternoon when a bomb went off in Miami. He was the only death and died helping a fellow agent. He was a good agent, a good man, and a good friend. Our condolences, thoughts and prayers are with you.

~Joseph. A. Gregory, CIA

(OOC) Tag for more convo ZC (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

"Damn terrorists!" Mark said to himself, "They are going to pay for killing that CIA Agent. I wil make sure of it!"

OOC: :P First, ya gotta catch me...

IC:

Marx Hassad
Consortium
Undisclosed Location
Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Running, Running, Running!
**********************************************

"One isn't enough Mr.Hassad do you understand? The Consortium is not pleased that the travel papers were left behind, for all we know they could trace this entire operation to the root and we could all be put in jepordy." said the man on the other end of line.

"Well sir, as far as we know, we eliminated almost all of the other peices of evidence, those phosphorus weapons come in handy when cleaning a scene. As far as I'm concerned, we left them stunned for at least a short period of time." replied Marx.

"Your information is inaccurate Mr.Hassad, according to the newly acquired satellite imagry photos, the national security organizations are already on the move to Atlanta, the Consortium recommends that you get a move on and clean the scene good...by force if you must." replied the man.

Marx's eyes lit up when he heard they were coming to Atlanta already...however...he was satisifed with the fact that they were not entirely in Atlanta...no hotel would suffice for a bomb making plant in the city...

"Yes sir, we will get going immediately, we'll leave a few suprises for them as well..." replied Marx. The connection immediately hung up on the secure channel. Marx had taken special procautions to make sure they were not tracked...making your own phone and having you contact establish an entirely new transmission line helped...a lot.

Marx immediately ordered a clean up of the facility and a quadrouple search for things left behind and clean sweep. This clean up was much more thorough, after dodging a bullet last time. They sterilized the entire place and even stripped some of the walling of the facility to make sure nothing could be detected. They also left a few suprises behind that Marx was sure the U.S government would find...most distasteful. Within five hours they were already on the move in their hauling truck and out to their next location...it wouldn't take much longer to complete the device...and ensure mass destruction.

[ZeroCross]

Aw, hell no! This RP ain't not dying with my charicter still in it! I worked too hard to have my charicter go down like this! :P Let's Rock 'n' ride you RPers!

Kristen Carter
CIA
En route to Atlanta, GA
~~~~~
The van sped down the interstate, the other teams not far behind. Kristen looked over, her freind Joe seemed to be absorbed into the road. "Joe?"
"Awha? Oh, what is it?"
"You seem a bit...too focused. Something wrong?"
"Well, I take it rather personally when one of our men goes down. He was a pup, yea, but he was my pup."
Kristen then turns her head back towards the floorboards, saying, "hmmm, yeah...."

Kirsten thought to herself, "Today's the 8th of july. Whatever was written on that pamplet happened today. I hope we're not too late." Upon cresting the hill after entering the city limits, Kristen sees up ahead, a large crowd with flashing red and blue lights.
"What's that?"
"I dunno, whatever it is, it does'nt look good."
"What's that sign up there say?"
"Uhm...Sandi hotel? Sandrake hotel."
"....We may have missed the party."

Suddenly, an explosion rips out through one of the higher floors of the building, sending flames and a bit of derbis into the air.
"Or maybe it's just starting!" Joe comments.

Upon approaching the area is packed, and traffic backed up. Joe then got out of the car, signalling for one of the rookies to take the wheel. Kristen stepped out, heading up with joe towards the crime scene. "Maybe we can find out who this George Gambrilen is..Come on, let's move!" Kristen says, as the two race down on foot down the side of the street towards the police vehicles at the parkinglot foot of the building. [Tag Hawk and everyone else]

[Raging-Fury]

Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Atlanta
*********************************************
"Oh shit, what just happened!" Vance exclaimed looking up as the sound of the explosion reached the car. The SUV screeched to a halt as it reached the frige of the traffic jam and the team jumped out grabbing their gear and sprinting the towards the police line almost a mile ahead. The team was the second one there behind the CIA team and they moved up to look at the situation map as they pulled their vests on and clipped their coms to their suits. "Whats the situation?" Vance asked the officer in charge showing him his credentials.
"We got a call about a mysterious object left in a hotel room, we evac'ed and were about to send a team in when it went off. We have units searching the area but now you know what we know." The cop explaind pointing to points where he had units patrolling.
"Alright, well we will see what we can do to help, that parking garage over there looks like a good place to watch the festivities, I'll bring my team there and search it then put eyes on the scene for anything suspicious, but with the crowds that may be difficult. Where will you guys be?" Vance asked the other teams which had all just arrived.
[tag all]
OOC: Just got back from Vaca and the hell of dial-up so ill be posting more regularly

[iHawk]

Joe Gregory
CIA (Nemesis squad)
Game plan

"Alright, well we will see what we can do to help, that parking garage over there looks like a good place to watch the festivities, I'll bring my team there and search it then put eyes on the scene for anything suspicious, but with the crowds that may be difficult. Where will you guys be?" Joe looked at the other teams. "Well, if you plan to search the parking garage, you'll need more people. It's large and will be hard to make sure no-one gets out, we're helping search it." Joe then loaded his shotgun and said. "Shall we go?"…

(OOC) Tag (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

OOC: YAY! IT"S BACK! I'll post when somebody actually gets to the hotel room...

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) Rag, the hotel room was blown up. wasn't it?


Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark pressed the brake, the car sqealed, turned slightly then stopped. "Boss, why do you always have to do that?" Uno asked.
"Because it is fun, now, everyone out of the car. We have a mission to complete." Mark and his agents climbed out of the van and walked over to the others.
"Alright, well we will see what we can do to help, that parking garage over there looks like a good place to watch the festivities, I'll bring my team there and search it then put eyes on the scene for anything suspicious, but with the crowds that may be difficult. Where will you guys be?" Mark heard Vance ask.
"My team will search some of these buildings around here." Mark said. "They might be hiding nearby to see what damage they caused." Mark turned to his team, "Lets go people, saddle up, lock and load." The Blade team walked back to the van and grabbed several more weapons besides their regular handguns. Uno grabbed a sniper rifle, Beta pulled out a rifle, 3 and Last got automatic shotguns, D took a machine gun, and Mark took 3 extra non-FBI issue hand guns and a small machine gun. Everyone, also had two FBI issue hand guns. They were a wlaking armory. They all also had bullet proof vest on also, regulations was regulations.

[Ragnarox]

OOC: I meant the hotel in Atlanta...you guys got blown to hell in florida.

[Vhaeraun]

Jason watched Steven get strapped down upon the streacher and get loaded onto the ambulance. He said to him as the door closed, "You'll be fine. They won't hurt you. I expect you ready for duty when that leg heals."

The man nodded, and the doors closed and the ambulance sped off. Jason, meanwhile, had turned back and started walking to the SUV which was given to DELTA. He got in and made sure the rest of the team was in there. Smiling, he sped off at a high rate of speed. He got a kick out of driving. The CB which his team had installed was tuned to police banter. This was so if he got into police trouble, he could radio them using the codename no other police used; a restricted CB name that was known by all police to be military-only: Omega Thunder.

Jason raced down the back country roads, knowing his destination. He enjoyed spending his free time studying road maps of various parts of the world, mostly of the bigger cities, like Madrid, Paris, London, etc, while he sometimes spent time studying the interstates of the US so he could easily get from place to place quite easily.

Jason adjusted his rear view mirror, and saw flashing light significant of a police car. He smiled, as he heard the banter coming over the CB: Dispatch, we have a black SUV racing at a high rate of speed down I-95. It shows no sign of slowing. Requesting backup to intercept at the Melbourne onramp.

Jason picked up the CB and pushed the button, saying, "This is Omega Thunder. You will disregard that last request. Following through on it WILL jepordize the lives of innocent people, not to mention countless jobs. We are on a specific mission, and you WILL NOT interfere. Over."

Jason waited for a response, and heard Dispatch return the call: 10-4, Omega Thunder. All units, disregard the request for backup

Jason smiled and put the CB back down, smiling at Sarah, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. She merely shook her head, but he could see the hinting of a smile as she turned to look out the window. He knew his antics were amusing to her, as he heard chuckles from the back seat.

Chuckling to himself, he sped off to Atlanta.

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His team was fourth there, behind the NSA. Shrugging, he knew he had a good reason for being behind. Knowing full well what was happening, Jason and his team had left the SUV even before it stopped. Jason grabbed his MP4, which was beside him in the SUV, and he walked over to where the teams were gathering. He was just in time to hear Vance say, "Alright, well we will see what we can do to help, that parking garage over there looks like a good place to watch the festivities, I'll bring my team there and search it then put eyes on the scene for anything suspicious, but with the crowds that may be difficult. Where will you guys be?"

Jason said, "I think I'll take my team and scour the floor of the explosion. There may be things of importance up there, and we've dealt with bombs before."

Jason saluted Vance, and walked back to his team. He nodded when he saw his team ready to go. He said to the assembled group, "Our task is to search the sixth floor. There was a detonation up there not long ago, and it's our job to make sure there is nothing of importance left up there. It doesn't appear the police brought in an able bomb squad, so we'll have to search for bombs as well."

He turned to the hotel door, and said as he started walking, "DELTA, move out."

[Raging-Fury]

Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Atlanta
**************************************************
Vance returned the DELTA leaders salute, and moved to catch up to the CIA team and his two squadmates who had gathered at near the parking garage.
"Ok, Joe, how 'bout you sweep up the west stairwells, my team and I will take the east, heres our comm frequency, radio us if you need help, and we will do the same." Joe nodded and headed back to his team as they moved to the west side of the structure while the NSA team moved east.

"Two, take point, I'll follow you, Three follow me." Vance ordered as they entered the stairwell. The team stormed the stairwells sweeping out onto the first level and looking briefly into car windows and searching for anything that could be a threat frightening several bystanders who were looking up at the inferno raging from the hotel room. Vance and his team determined the section of the first floor was clear, and moved back to the stairs heading for the second. The process was repeated again finding their sector of the garage to be clear. They were on the fouth level (one below the top) when a fairly non-descrepit Honda Odyssey pulled out of its space. The team went about their search and was crossing back through the middle of the garage heading for the stairs when the tires squalled the driver having seen the team. All three men turned and saw the car barrelling towards them. Vance and his men jumped out of the way rolling to bring the vehicle to bear as it tore down through the garage towards the ramp. Vance and his men loosed several bursts that tore into the trunk and siding, but failed to hit anything vital on the swerving vehicle. "Joe! We have one pissy driver, I caught a glimpse and he appears to be middle eastern, He's motoring for your sector like a bat out of Hell, Florida tags, Blue Honda Odyssey, take it down!" Vance yelled into his throat mike as the van turned out of their line of fire.

[Tag LT. and ZC]

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA
Sandrake Hotel-Parking level
~~~~~

Making it over to a small gathering of police figures, Kristen and Joe flash their badges, asking, "What's going on here?"
"We got called in, said there had been a kidnapping. When we came in, the room across from his was stripped clean!"
"Let me guess. The guy's name is George Gambrilen?"
"Well, yes."
"Who was he?"
"Dunno, some ex-UN inspector of somr sorts, did some classified work over in the eastern hemisphere, or something like that. I looked at his record, he's been retired for a a few years now."
"Which room?"
"Floor 7, but we've had a few bombs laid for us up there!"
"Who were the tenants of the surrounding rooms? When did they check out!?"
"Well, the doctor's car was off in lot 3-B, according to the record."
"Has anyone reported it's condition?"
"Hmmm, well, come to think of it, I dispatched Riket and Johnson a few minutes ago."

The officer then reaching to his radio, trying to call his men to no avail. Kristen then looks Joe, and the two start running off, other teams just behind them fileing onto the scene. Making it into the underground garage, Kristen holds her gun up with one hand, and reaches down to grab her maglite out with the other in a cross fashion. Joe comes behind her with his shotgun, ready for action. Running down the spiral ramp, Joe then takes a big leap over the rail while kristen runs down. Making it to underground lot 3-B.

Searching around, Kristen walks into the center of the row, checking each car. Joe looks over and spots a small trail of blood comming from a couple cars before a large blue van, right across from Kristen. Suddenly, on the adjacent row, the blue honda Odessy starts up, then revs the engine as it's wheels screech backwards towards Kristen. Joe, seeing it just in time, dashes over shoving kristen out of the way as the van's rear crashes into the car, just narrowly missing Kristen and Joe. The van then hauls ass and floors it out towards the ramp. Joe manages to climb to his feet in time to get a mere glance at the van. "Blue van, floodia plate. Damn." Pulling Kristen to her feet, he asks her "Are you ok?!"

Still breathing heavy, Kristen says, "ody...Esi."
"What?"
"Euh, Yeah, I'm fine."
"What did you say?"
"I'm fine."
"No, before that."
"Odeisi?"
"What did you mean by that?"
"I don't know. All I saw was...the van, I saw this silver word."
"Odessy. It's a type of van, my Aunt bought one recently...."
"Did you catch what that was?"
"Well, looks like a blue odessy, it had florida plates."

Kristen then reaches to her cell phone to call the upstairs agents, only to notice the reception is blocked off the by heavy concrete walls. "Damnit!"
"Come on Kirsten. We gotta get upstairs, see if we can find anything."

Suddenly, both agents hear the sounds of gunfire above. "Looks like someone else found our mystery van. Come on!"

Kristen and Joe then take off down the lot, reasing the top to see a few exausted agents. "What the hell happened? Did you get the lisence number of that van?!"

[Tag NSA team for convo]

The remainder of the CIA team then spots Kristen and Joe, regrouping. Joe gives commands for the remaining 5 members of the Nemesis to search the building. [Tag Hawk for however you want to assign this.] The teams then spilt off towards the upper floors.

[Protoss_Honor]

Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade
Leader
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark and his team enter anthoer building, when, they hear the sound of gunfire and shouting over his comm. "Sounds like the others are in trouble over in the garage! Uno! D! your with me, the rest of you, continue checking these buildings." Mark and his two agents run out of the building. They turn and run towards the garage and arrive in time see a blue Honda Odessy full of bullet holes come speeding out. Stop that car!" Mark hears someone shout.
He pulls out his guns and says to his agents, "Shoot first queastions later." The three FBI Agents fire on the Honda and its rear tires and put several more bullets holes in the back of it. The car skids in a circle and almost flips over before coming to a stop. "3, Beta, Last, get your butts over here, I think we have found our terrorists. Come and down to the parking garage now!" Mark orders as he and the other two agents run to the honda. "Hey Vance, Kristen, Joe? We have your Honda right here, come on down!" Mark says into the comm. Mark, Uno, and 3, approach the car with their weapons ready and surround it. "Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air!" Mark orders.


(ooc) Tag all

[Raging-Fury]

Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Pissed
**************************************************
"What the hell happened? Did you get the lisence number of that van?!" Kristen shouted as the CIA team came running down the access ramp.
"We hit the van in the body but were too disoriented to hit anything that might slow it down." Vance replied as he replaced his clip, placing the semi-used one into his combat webbing. "So what are we going to do about that car?" Vance asked as the CIA men finished regrouping.
"Hey Vance, Kristen, Joe? We have your Honda right here, come on down!" Boss called in on the mike.
"Well I guess that answers that question!" Kristen said chuckling as they all moved for the stairs. The two teams circled the FBI team who had a roughly fortyish looking hispanic man on his knees in Riot restraints. His head was down facing the ground as if resigned to his fate as Vance approached.
Vance picked the man up and looked him straight in the eyes, not seeing the dedication terrorists usually had, but fear. "Who are you, and why did you try to run us down?" Vance asked the man as he began to sob.
"Puh-Puh-Puh-Please don't kill me, they have my family, they threatened to kill them if I didn't help them." He managed to choke out between tears as Vance cut the restraints and walked the man over to an ambulance where he sat down and began to calm himself down.

*******5 minutes later*********

"Ok, DELTA listen up, heres the situation," Vance said as his men and the CIA team were up at the top of the parking garage, while Vance stood at the police command station. "Apparantely our Van assailant was told to sit in the garage and observe what kind of response the local PD put forth. They wanted to guage our responsiveness. When we came up the garage, he panicked and tried to flee. We now have a hostage situation on our hands, the terrorists have his family and they used that as leverage, however they did not give him a way to get in touch with him, instead they told him to act as he normally would and they would come to him, they are a smart lot, so we are going to have trouble tracking them down, but he positively identified Marx Hassad as the leader, so its the group we are looking for." Vance said summing up the mans story. Vance sat back and waited for Jason's response as he replayed things once more through his head.

[tag all]

[Vhaeraun]

Jason and his team went up the stairs quietly, knowing that there could be a target on any flight. Jason kept his MP4 ready to fire, while two of the others checked each door as they came in, and Sarah watched the stairs downward, making sure they couldn't be ambushed by a group coming up the stairs.

Reaching the sixth floor, Jason pushed on the door. It was locked or blocked. Growling angrily, he had his soldiers flank the door and said, "Sarah cover me. I'm going in."

With that, he backed up to the wall and ran forward at full speed, bursting through the door and tucking and rolling as he did so. He rolled to his feet quickly, and dropped into a defensive position, unsure if anyone was up here.

The floor was in shambles. Light fixtures were shorn from the cieling, and were hanging, sparking here and there to show live electricity here and there. Walking to a door, Jason said, "Pick a door, and go in. We'll search this floor room by room till we find something."

He kicked a door in and rushed in to check it out. His agents did the same on other doors. Finding nothing, he continued doing this until there was only one door left; which was the one which was blown off already. As he stepped into the room, he got a radio contact, "Ok, DELTA listen up, heres the situation. Apparantely our Van assailant was told to sit in the garage and observe what kind of response the local PD put forth. They wanted to guage our responsiveness. When we came up the garage, he panicked and tried to flee. We now have a hostage situation on our hands, the terrorists have his family and they used that as leverage, however they did not give him a way to get in touch with him, instead they told him to act as he normally would and they would come to him, they are a smart lot, so we are going to have trouble tracking them down, but he positively identified Marx Hassad as the leader, so its the group we are looking for."

Jason said, "10-4, lil buddy. We are finishing up in the hotel. We'll be down there soon. Jason out."

He had his team search the room.

(OOC: I'm in the hotel room, Ragnarox. You may post now.)

[Ragnarox]

Tervan Hoji (NPC)
Consortium
Shilone!
**************

Tervan was suprised at how easy American engineering made this mission, who would have know they lined up hotels window to window. Accross the street from the hotel they were formerly in, directly lined up with their hotel room, the Chinese made RPG-9 Family rocket launcher rested on his shoulder, at the back of the room directly lined up with the windows. The targeting recticle was hooked up to a camera device hidden in the briefcase they left behind in the hotel room. Tervan waited until the U.S Delta agents team were all in the room.

"Heh, Shilone you Imperialists..." Tervan said his words of farewell as he fired the launcher directly into the hotel room across the street, sending a spew of flames out window. Tervan immediately began to haul ass as he reported in to Marx via hardwire radio trasmissions. Tervan could hear the hotel doors open downstairs and shouting...indicating the U.S agents were there. Tervan cursed under his breath and pulled out his AKM SMG and mad his way across the corridor to another, vaccant, hotel room and picked the lock, getting to the extraction point. However, in all the confusion, he accidently left the RPG-9 Family launcher tube in the room...

[Tag all agents]

[Raging-Fury]

Vance Jones
NSA Detachment Spectre
Awww Hell!
**********************************************
"Report! Report! DELTA's are you OK?! And who the F*CK is in that building grabbing our rocket man!" Vance shouted into his mike as soon as the rocket exploded in the hotel across the street. Vance and his men raced into the targeted building and rushed up the stairs making their way to the floor in a matter of minutes scrambling through the choking smoke to aid the DELTA soldiers. Vance and his men slammed into the targeted room from a neighboring suite and began searching the debris for the soldiers. Jason and several men who were able to leap out of the way pushed their way back into the room to search for missing squadmates with the NSA team. "Jason, are you ok? How many are missing, we should move quickly before more of those rockets arrive," Vance asked as Jason shook his head to shake the ringing out of his ears.

[Tag Vhae, PH, Warbrood, ZC, and Lt.]

[Vhaeraun]

Jason looked around the room, and his squad branched off into a couple of the other rooms. Jason, who searched the main suite, happened to glance out the window at the perfect time. He saw someone at a window across the way with, of all things, a rocket launcher.

Jason yelled loudly, "SHIT! DELTA, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"

Jason dove sideways, making sure he had enough room to dive far enough away from the explosion. Since he didn't know how long his squad was going to be in separate rooms, he cocked his rifle up and aimed at the general height of where the rocket would come. As soon as he hit the ground, the rocket burst through the window. Targeting it, he pulled the trigger, sending a three round burst into the rocket. One moment he could hear the breaking glass and see the flashes from his rifle; the next there was no sound at all, it was blurry, and his head slammed into a wall.

Jason stood up as quickly as he could, and blinked a few times. His vision came back, but his hearing didn't. Looking around the room, he chuckled. He thought the room was in shambles earlier, but now it looked like a disaster area. There were holed in the wall where he shot the rocket, probably from the hollow-point rounds going through the rocket. Doors were disintegrated. Smoke was billowing out the window. As he surveyed the room, part of the ceiling collapsed on him. Struggling out from under the ceiling, he saw the NSA team rush into the room.

Vance walked up to Jason and started speaking. Jason, however couldn't hear a word; his hearing was still shot. Shaking his head for a bit, he started to hear a bit better. Realizing Vance was waiting for an answer, Jason assumed that he had asked if he was alright. Jason shook his head again and said, "Wha? I'm fine. Just a bit unable to hear at the moment. Give it about 10 minutes before I can hear perfectly again."

Jason walked toward the window and looked across. Whoever had decided to take a shot at his squad was gone, and Jason slammed his fist against the windowsill.

Not caring about who shot at him, he went through the rooms looking for his squad. Luckily, they had heeded his advice and stayed in the rooms they went to search, and had even ducked when Jason had yelled. Sighing a sigh of relief, he led his squad downstairs, with NSA not far behind. Walking dazed out the hotel doors, he finally got the majority of his hearing back.

He led his squad off to the side, and Sarah asked, "What the hell happened back there?"

Jason answered, "Ugh. Someone in the other building decided to take a shot at us with a shoulder-mounted RPG. I saw it in time, and I was glad you all heeded my shout. I dove sideways, and shot the mother fucking rocket outta the air. I would rush my ass up into that building right now to see if we could find the guy responsible, but I won't for two reasons. One, he's probably not in there anymore. And two, I don't want to get this squad into anymore trouble."

His squad started to protest, wanting to go find the guy who did this, and Jason raised a hand, "I said we aren't going to go looking for this guy. If he gets away, then we keep an eye out for him. If someone catches him, we interrogate him ourselves. Personally, I'd rather him get away. Let his boss think DELTA is off the case. That way, we have a better element of surprise when we nab the bastard. I don't need this unit dwindling any smaller. And I don't want to see any of you hurt any more than you've already gotten. When a unit member gets hurt of dies, that reflects on the unit leader, and I take it as if I could have done better."

He looks his team in the eyes in turn, and said, "So we wait for someone else to go check the building. I'll make sure that they bring whatever information they find to us."

His squad nodded, and Jason went off to see what, if anything, had been found in the adjacent building.

[ZeroCross]

Kristen Carter
CIA/Nemesis
Streets near the Hotel
~~~~~

Racing up at the call of the FBI unit, Kristen and Joe listen to the man's sob story as he explains his cause.Kristen takes one look at the man then walks off. "Still, that bastard could have killed me if it were'nt for Joe..." Suddenly, her thoughts are interrupted by another blast from the hotel. Kristen instantly raises her head to see flames shoot out the window. "A bomb!? No, wait, I could have sworn there was a whistling sound..."s

Kristen the casts her gaze to the opposite hotel seeing four open windows on the side, the onl ones anywhere near that could have been adjacet to the blast. Running off, she then radios to her team, "Nemesis squad, Move into the building across the street from the Sandrake! repeat, move into the building across the street from the Sandrake!" Upon racing through the revolving door, she races to the elevator, hitting the button for the 8th floor. "The only open windows were on the 8th and 9th floors. Let's hope they don't get away."

Upon nearing the 8th floor, the power instantly goes out, with police speakers outside. "Bastards. The one time they actually had to be quick to respond....damnit." Loooking around her now trapped cube, she looks up, trying to find a service panel. Finding one she shuffles it open, and climbs out onto the roof. Suddenly, a large whirring noise starts to become louder and louder. Looking up, she revels in horror as a second elevator cart is racing down towards her. Quickly runing off the side where a small groove containing a ladder in it's side, She races towards it, climbing upwards for a few feet, before tucking herself in as much as possible, while the secod elevator car slams into the first, sending both down towards the bottem. "I sure hope no one was in that car...." Kristen thinks to herself.

Suddenly, a small hail of gunfire surrounds her. Kristen shreiks as the bullets just barely miss. Durring the breif pause, Kristen looks up to see a man, at least 7 stories above her, franticly messes with some sort of automatic rifle, apparently jammed. Deciding to take her moment, she reaches for her gun and returns a few shots. The man then ducks for cover, before ditching the gun altogether and running off. Sighing to herself, Kristen then reaches for her radio. "Joe, can you hear me? This is Kristen."
"Kristen! Where are you!?"
"In the elevator shaft. Someone just smashes up both the cars then shot at me. I don't know what floor I'm on, just stop any and everyone at all the stairs, don't let anyone through!"

After the conversatio, Kristen pockets her radio and climbs upward towards the open door. "Too bad it's on the adjacent side....How am I going to get across?" She wondered. Looking for a bit of footing, she manages to make it about half-way over before running out of places to hold onto. "This could get tricky....."

[Tag PH, anyone.]

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) ah, you thought of me when you tagged everyone. I feel so special. lol. I am claiming this spot for my post. It shall be edited as soon as I catch up with all my RP's



Mark Harper
FBI Team Blade Leader
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark and his team followed the Nemesis Squad as back up. They had all the outer exits covered, and were waiting for something to happen, when Mark heard over the com, cover, before ditching the gun altogether and running off. Sighing to herself, Kristen then reaches for her radio. "Joe, can you hear me? This is Kristen."
"Kristen! Where are you!?"
"In the elevator shaft. Someone just smashes up both the cars then shot at me. I don't know what floor I'm on, just stop any and everyone at all the stairs, don't let anyone through!"
“Kristen, do you need help?” Mark asked over the radio.
“Help would, (uh,) be great, (uh).” Kristen said between grunts as she climbed the elevator shaft.
“Okay, I am on my way, do you know what floor you are nearest?”
“Haven’t the faintest idea.”
“Okay then.” Mark turns to his team, “Uno, you 3, D, and Last stay here, Beta, your with me. Make sure no one gets past you guys. Remember, you’re the best of the best.”
“Right, Boss.” The four chimed in.
“Lets go Beta.” Mark said as he ran into the building.
“Right Boss.” Beta said as he ran after Mark.
Mark and beta looked up the first floor elevator shaft, and saw Kristen 3 stories up. “Hey Kristen, We see you, you are between floors 3 and 4. We are coming up.”
“Alright, thanks.”
“Lets go.” Mark said to Beta
“Right, Boss.”
The duo reached the 4th floor and looked for something to toss down to Kristen.
“Boss. This fire hose should work, shouldn’t it?” Beta asked standing by the rolled up hose.
“Good idea Beta.” Mark said as the two of them unraveled the hose and brought it to the shaft.
“Kristen! We are going to lower a fire hose down to you.”
“Great. Hurry up.”
“It’s coming down now.” Mark said as he and beta threw it down the shaft. “Look out.” Mark warned.
The fire hose clanked the sides of the shaft, and fell on the wall opposite of Kristen.
"I can't reach it!" Kristen said.
"Pull it up, I have an idea." Mark said as he and Beta started pulling it up. When they had completely pulled it up, Mark tied it to his waist, then started climbing down the shaft. When he reached Kristen, he untied it, and threw it across to her. "Catch." he said as she grabbed at it. It fell short and swung back. "Again, catch." MArk said as he threw it a second time. This time she caught it. "Tie it around your waist tightly, then jump over here."


(ooc) Tag ZC for your response.

[ZeroCross]

OOC: *Slaps forehead* I meant to say Hawk, not PH. I dunno why I said PH. >,<

Kristen Carter
CIA
Elevator Shaft
~~~~~

As the FBI agent lowered the firehose down to the shaft to help, Kristen climbed across the tall rectangular grooves in the obsidian black steel elevator shaft. About halfway across, Kristen nearly loses her footing. Letting out a small yelp as she quickly fumbles her hands to try and grab onto something solid, she manages to save herself from the plummet several stories down. Kristen then takes a look up, seeing the hose just inches away from her hand as she reaches up, still unable to find her grasp around it.

Kristen then yells up, "I can't reach it!" Where FBI agent Mark grabs onto the hose, trying to swing it towards her. Kristen flails out with her hand once upon the hose swinging close, only mangeing to knock it away with the tips of her fingers. She then tries to clear her mind as the hose swings back, then foreward to her again. Reaching out with quick speed, her fingers clasp around the hose almost instanlty upon touching her palm. "Ok! Now Pull me up!"
"Tie it around your waist!"
"There's no time! We've got to catch whoever was shooting at me and fired that rocket!"

Kristen brips on as tight as her hands will carry while the FBI agents pull her up. Upon reaching the door, she is helped up by Mark and another FBI agent. "Thanks..." Kristen says, somewhat short of breath and rubbing her fingers for a moment. Her partner, Joe then comes racig up, Kristen asking, "What took you so long!?" In a somewhat angry ad annoyed tone.
"Well, I-" Joe tried to respond, being cut off.
"Nevermind! We gotta move! Have you sealed off all the exits in the building?!"
"Yeah, we also locked down all the floors below this one. No one is getting through, there are people stationed on all exits at every level entrance."
"Good, now let's go, we have a terrorist to catch." Kristen say, her eyes alit with the feircest fires, as she reaches for her gun, taking off down the hallway, her comrades quickly following.

[Tag all agents. Time to track that bastard down. Beware although he can only go up stairs, as lower levels are blocked off by other agents, he may have a trick or two left up his sleeve.]