Thriller The Crossing

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  1. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
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    The Crossing
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    The meeting did not take place in the Pentagon or Langley. Officially there was no meeting at all. They had come together in the backroom of the Club to talk. None of them would ever admit they had been present.

    "It is true. Every word he send turned out to be true." The skinny man with the glasses looked at the men assembled in the room and sighed. Then he leaned back and picked his glasses from his nose with a certainty of a man who had done this a million times. It was dark in the room, almost too dark to make out any features. But Mr. Jared did not need to. He knew everyone was troubled. The tension was filling the air. The meaning of his words sank in as the dozen men assembled in the room tried to understand the meaning of what he had just said.

    "The President needs to know with absolute certainty that the danger is real before he ..." The bulky man in the uniform leaned forward and Jared did not allow him to end the predictable and meaningless objection. The General was not used to be interrupted, but Mr. Jared did not care about courtesy right now.

    "Five predictions. Three came true. Number Five ... well if number five comes to pass we ..." Jared cleared his throat. "How long can we afford to wait?" He was fighting not to jump up. The room reacted with another very predictable reaction. Complete silence. Did they all not understand the implications of what he had just revealed? Or where they too much politicians to handle something like this?

    The silence seemed to last for eternity, until the most unlikely of the assembled raised his voice. Mr. Simmons. The man in his late thirties was younger than the others and Mr. Jared actually did not know what was his position or who he exactly was working for. His vibe was Simmons was not a politician. Not at all.

    "I guess it is simple." Simmons took a deep breath and then leaned forward. "Things are happening. We know they are happening. We do not want them to happen. We know what to do to keep them from happening. So we need to do it. We need to kill those five people." He leaned back again. "As soon as possible."

    Jared hated how logical this sounded. He also hated how logic was not the problem. "That these five are completely innocent people does not bother you, Mr. Simmons?"

    "No."

    "We have collected extensive intelligence saying that they pose no threat whatsoever."

    "We know that is not true. They are a mayor threat, we just do not know why. So what is your concern? Killing innocents?" Simmons snapped forward now, revealing the piercing blue eyes. "In every war we have fought, every operation we agreed upon innocents died. Hundreds of them. Thousands. And for what? Oil? Politics? Principles? Retribution? These five people are no different. Collateral damage, regrettable victims of unfair circumstances. Only this time we know why they need to die."
    Simmons leaned back again. "To save the world."

    And now that he had said it, silence suddenly felt like approval. These five innocents would be killed.



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    Welcome to The Crossing.

    This game is based on no franchise or film. It is an original game idea set in a world that is more or less our own contemporary world. So what to expect?

    I actually don't wanna spoil too much, but the game will be an action game with a supernatural/sci fi element. There are two groups available for playing. The Hunters and the Hunted.

    Hunters

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    The US Government has assembled a team of specialists to locate and eliminate a group of five people all over the world. They don't give you the reasons, but they give you the means. The operation is lead by a certain Mr. Simmons.

    Every member of the Hunters must be a specialist in either finding or killing people. Agents, spies, assassins, hackers, investigators or soldiers all fit into this category. But whoever you are, "they" consider you a 100% loyal person. But loyalty has many forms and sometimes loyalty is not be born out of free will and dedication.

    How loyal you will stay and if you will start wondering about the nature of your mission I leave totally up to you.



    The Hunted

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    The Hunted do not know they are actually on a kill list. They are ordinary people, living ordinary lives all over the globe. Any nationality and job is okay for this. They do not know each other and are completely unaware of the importance they suddenly have for the US Government.

    The Hunted are limited to 5, as the list is not that long.


    The Hunt will be the main plotline of the game, pitting players against each other at times. Player vs. Player actions will be decided by an invisible dice roll modified by the abilities of the character. This will be done by the GM in the background and you will be reading the results only in form of the update. But to give any character a chance this seems better than a cold and clear GM decision.

    IMPORTANT: This game is about story and not about winning. Obviously this hunt is a bit unusual and I think I spoil not too much, if I reveal that the reason for the murder of the Hunted will be an important question throughout the game.

    Considering everyone can read the thoughts and actions of his direct counter-parts I ask for realism. Do not Godmode by using the informations you receive from posts of other players.

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    Character Sheet:

    The Hunters

    Name:
    Age:
    Looks:
    Specialty:
    Organisation of Origin:
    Equipment: (no cars or guns, as those will be handed to them)
    Short Bio:

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    The Hunted:

    Name:
    Age:
    Looks:
    Nationality:
    Occupation:
    Short Bio:


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    1. GM word is law
    2. No Godmodding or anything alike whatsoever
    3. All CSes for approval to the GM
    4. This game will have a maximum of six players. If surprisingly more people submit CSes I will choose those CSes I feel most fitting.
    5. I will update the game at least once a week (trying twice) and if a player does not respond to updates I reserve the right to take over to move the plot along.
    6. Have fun!
  2. galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 11, 2009
    star 4
    GM Approved Hunter

    Name: Jane the 'Freelancer'

    Age: 26

    Looks: 5'3" with a lithe frame, her black hair is cut short to fit under a helmet, her brown eyes betray nothing of her true emotions. Her facial features are average, forgettable, she doesn't stand out in a crowd, she disappears into them.

    Specialty: Infiltration and Assassination

    Organisation of Origin: CIA (Technically)

    Equipment: Dark clothes under a black tactical vest with pockets for magazines and explosives. A set of lock picks and night vision goggles. Generally wears a face concealing balaclava on mission.

    Short Bio: No one's quite sure where she came from or who trained her but, given her abilities some think US Army Special Forces (Green Berets) however she has demonstrated elements of Israeli hand to hand combat, and British entry tactics. However she was trained, she is very good and has been selling her services to governments around the world. She does things they can't be seen doing. If she gets caught, which to this point she never has, they have deniability and she knows how to keep her mouth shut.

    She is the perfect person to hire for a domestic operation that will involve bloodshed. Though some in the agency have their concerns about setting a contractor loose on American soil. These concerns were dismissed, the fact that she couldn't be traced back to them out weighted any damage she could cause state side.
    Last edited by galactic-vagabond422, Apr 20, 2017
  3. TheSithGirly Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 26, 2007
    star 3
    Approved Hunter

    Name: Maria "Dfact" Liang
    Age: 24
    Looks: https://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/AB_Hitman47.jpg
    Specialty: Hacking, investigation and tracking
    Organisation of Origin: NSA
    Equipment: state of the art laptop, designer clothes, self-designed pad that is connected to her own set of shadow servers.
    Short Bio: Maria has been what people call a "hacker" since her 14th birthday. When other kids tried to be good at school, she hacked the schools computer. Over the years she build up a reputation in the scene hacking harder targets and becoming a legend among her peers. Then she found the holy grail of networks. A shadow network, coordinating operations by the Government so secret not even the Government knew about. It was a frightening and dark treasure she had stumbled on. Technology not even introduced to the market, programs of the CIA and NSA that were violating the constitution of the country and access to servers all over the world that were considered safe that nobody could ever know about.

    It took her a year to gain access and what she found in the network shocked her so deeply, she never was the same.

    A week later she walked into one of the secret bases of the NSA and showed them what she had done. To the amusement (and delight) of the NSA she did ask them to join. Over the next years she was out to good use and developed a talent to find those individuals who were "off the grid". She did not mind most of these people did not survive long once she located them. She even asked to be present at some executions, when they were especially impressive in hiding. She enjoyed the hunt and she began enjoying the kill. She even underwent basic training by the "experts" ...

    The game changed, when she met Mr. Adrian Simmons. A man deeply routed in the shadow network and with access to all intelligence services he put her to good use. His tactics were superior and creative, the tasks challenging, the missions thrilling. In time she grew closer to the cold and smart man and eventually they became lovers. They could never trust each other, but who else in the world understood their reality?

    Now, officially an employee of the NSA she is almost exclusively working for Adrian Simmons. She watches, tracks and locates who he asks her to, not asking questions, not questioning the purpose of her actions. For her the game is the game and it is not to be disturbed by moral considerations or the burden of consequences.
  4. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 7
    GM Approved

    Name: Kurt Roland
    Age: 57
    Looks:
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    Nationality: American
    Occupation: POTUS
    Short Bio: Kurt is an American businessman and politician. He was elected the 45th President of the United States in 2016 as the Republican nominee. Previously, Roland served as the junior senator for Pennsylvania (2005-2016) and as the US Representative for Pennsylvania's 7th District for three terms (1999-2005).

    Born in Providence, Rhode Island, Kurt is the youngest of four children of Catholic parents, Joanne, a school teacher, and Patrick, a construction foreman. He graduated valedictorian of his high school class and later attended Harvard University, where he earned his degree in business. After graduation, he worked for JP Morgan as a consultant in interest rates and currency-related derivatives. In 1997, he resigned from his position to focus on politics.

    Kurt married Beth Andersen, a philanthropist, in the summer of 1985. The couple currently have three children, ranging in age from 28 to 15.

    He is not yet through his first 100 days in office, but things have been uneventful, and his approval rating is currently holding at 62%.
    Last edited by Corellian_Outrider, Jul 7, 2017
  5. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    APPROVED BY A FIENDISH GM!

    Name: Kawin Muthurangu
    Age: 32
    Looks: [IMG]
    Nationality: Canadian
    Occupation: Claims Associate at Suncor INC. or Corporate Cog #269
    Short Bio: Born in Red Deer, Alberta, he has had a rather calm life. Not without turmoil of course, he did have that failed marriage to an emigrant that ended after her citizenship came through. So without further ado, single, no children, and a little gun shy when it comes to the fairer of the species. Also, a bit nerdy, seeing Star Wars and Star Trek shows like nobodies business as well as going on hunting trips up through the Territories and fishing wherever and whenever he can work around to it.

    Works basically in a glorified customer service / hand holding service for the company has become something he feels he could do in his sleep. Overall a good if lonely life.
  6. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Because the GM said yes! :D


    Name: Kyle Hallgood
    Age: 14 (Looks even younger)
    Looks: brown hair, scrawny, short 4'9".

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    Nationality: US
    Occupation: Street kid
    Short Bio:
    Kyle is a kid who basically raised himself. He had a normal family life until he turned four, when his father was killed in some random street violence. With no father, just a series of various 'uncles', and a mother who quickly turned into a hopeless alcoholic after the death of her husband, Kyle had a nice neighbor who would keep an eye on him, and make sure he at least was fed and clothed. He considered her his godmother, and when he was eight, he found himself taking care of his mother, with the help of his friend. And while life was not perfect, it was good. He even seemed to be making headway cleaning up his mother. He was smart. Some would say even gifted, so Elsie his neighbor would always do her best to expose him to various ideas and activities. He was an excellent artist, could remember anything that he looked at or read. His life changed, when Elsie presented him with a small, old laptop that a friend had given her. It was old, a few years out of date, but it worked. And it exposed Kyle to a entire new world, that he could reach out and find out information on whatever he wanted. He would sit outside of places that offered free wi-fi, and teach himself subjects that he previously only dreamed about. Things were looking up.

    It was the computer that saved his life. He had managed to get a small job at one of the local coffee shops he hung around, doing small tasks. He stayed late one night, till closing time, looking up some information, when they started hearing sirens. Firetrucks. Kyle packed up his computer, and headed home... and saw that the firetrucks were heading in the same direction. He started walking faster, as now he could see an orange glow nearby. He found the entire apartment complex in flames. He scanned the faces that stood around, looking for either his mother or Elsie. He didnt see them. The crowds thinned out, several hours later, and Kyle still stood in the shadows, watching. He heard the cops talking. The word arson was being tossed about. Later, much later, they began removing the bodies. Kyle tried to edge closer, when he noticed a few folks pointing in his general direction. He quickly disappeared. Later that night, he showed up at the city morgue to confirm his worse fears. He managed to find and take a bracelet and necklace that they both had worn, before slipping off into the darkness once more.
  7. DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    GM approved Hunted

    Name: Sebastian LEGO Stein
    Age: 32
    Looks: [IMG]
    Nationality: German
    Occupation: Street Artist, former Policeman
    Short Bio: LEGO is a mystery. The internationally working street artist and his graffiti art have achieved global fame, yet the man behind the art is elusive and remains a mystery. Most suspect him to be from the U.K., some think he might be American. His politically charged pictures in Russia and Jerusalem made him famous and his pictures have sold for millions at auctions.

    LEGO is famous.
    LEGO is unpredictable.
    LEGO is legend.

    And that scares Sebastian Stein a bit. Because he feels nothing like a legend.

    He trained once to become a policeman and was kicked out after being tested positive in a drug test. One night in a club ruined his life. Or saved it. It is a matter of perception, really. Since then he has been an artist and lived mostly in isolation. He had a number of affairs, met some people in cafes and the truth is ... he has few real friends except Mike, his "agent". He actually told people he won the lottery to explain his sudden richness. Those few who asked. His parents and sister basically. He is sad and angry at the world which seems ... wrong. But one thing he is not ... is silent. He speaks through his art, while taking every measure to never be associated with it.

    You could say he lives in hiding. He is hiding from the whole world.
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  8. Dioskouros Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Mar 16, 2017
    T'Lord-Approved Hunted

    -Name: Santiago Pareja-Obregón y Durán
    -Age: 30
    -Looks: 1.90 meters-tall (6'2''), golden-blonde and blue-eyed, a multi-faceted man in his prime
    https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-...yI/AAAAAAAAW1k/ldPVZcztHV8/w600-h357-no/6.jpg
    http://www.mujerhoy.com/pic.aspx/?img=llorente-2417812884.jpg&w=651
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    -Nationality: Spaniard
    -Occupation: hedonist gypsy
    https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/c6/45/2dc645612eada11e6995fab02f9748da.jpg
    -Short Bio:
    Born as the heir of the Archidona County in Andalucía, Spain,
    the last thing he desires is to settle for a life of duty as the 11th Conde de la Camorra: he desires everything else.
    He is the descendant of a proud line of Spanish nobility, yet he has instead chosen the path of Flamenco--he is a traveling dancer of some renown--yet most of his 'fame', or infamy that is, comes from the fact that he is known to be an explosive, violent man,
    and a completely unexclusive lover.
    His existance is summed up as good days, great nights, sleeping mornings, tasty food, fine clothes, sun, sand, and beautiful Music--and Women.
    One for the Joys of Life, he oftentimes exploits his looks--and anything he can, for that matter. The consumate lifer, a player at his apex.
    Last edited by Dioskouros, Apr 27, 2017
  9. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
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    Tick Tock.




    The rain felt so real. Also it obviously wasn't.



    Tick Tock. Tick Tock.


    Years were broken down into months, months into days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds.

    How much time was left? How many seconds?




    Everything is eventual.
    Isn't it?




    The Man accepted his failure. Hadn't he failed before? Yet in a game that never ends victory is inevitable. Only a matter of time.


    Isn't it?
    A matter of time.



    His mobile vibrated in his jacket but the man ignored it for now. He knew who was calling. The Five were not yet dead.



    Everything is eventual. A matter of time.



    The game was rigged. An incomplete puzzle. An empty box full of surprises. An equasion you could never be solved. How could he win? The answer was obvious. He had to cheat.



    Everything. Is. Eventual. A matter of time.



    What would the caller say if he talked to him? He would have questions. The Man had no answers. None he would share.



    Tick Tock.



    Tick Tock.



    Soon it would begin. They would meet. Their paths would cross. The puzzle would begin to assemble itself and before that happened ... he could not allow them to ...



    Everything is eventual. Tick Tock.



    A matter of time. Time. He still had time.



    They had to die. They simply had to. Finally the man calling him had understood that. It did not matter who did it or how. Only the when mattered. They had to die ... all of them.



    Tick Tock. Tick Tock.



    Oh how terrible was wisdom, when it brought no profit to the wise ...














    The Crossing





  10. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Washington D.C. , White House, Situation Room

    One thing Kurt Roland had probably not expected from the job was, how little sleep he got. Even when things were relatively quiet there were always meetings, always smaller crisis that had to be taken care of. “The road reformation act is getting along nicely, we might even have some democrats with us, who get pressure from their voters.” The Chief-of-Staff Matt Andrews was never tired. He had tirelessly established the Government Kurt Roland needed to rule the country and meanwhile had taken most of the organisational pressure from Kurt.

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    Not that it had been any surprise. For many years he had been one of the President’s greatest assets. Now that they had made their common dream true, he simply flourished like a flower.

    “We also have the German Chancellor scheduled for Friday as expected. The Science Committee or whatever we call it is tomorrow. Not that hot and boiling, but we have not paid too much attention to them so far, so it is time we establish us there. Oh and the Vice President asked for a minute. I told him you need time with your family tonight and he was okay with tomorrow morning. Ah and here I have the speech.” He handed the President a paper. “For Saturdays memorial event. The soldiers expect a good speech from their Commander-in.Chief and I think Chuck . . . he pretty much nailed it.” A shy and short smile. Matt never showed any more of a smile than this shy hint. Then he turned serious again. “We will have the report on the Cairo thing tomorrow in the morning. I requested a full documentation.” The Cairo thing meant the assassination of two IS terrorists operating in Egypts capital. It was kind of shocking how quickly Matt had become used to this side of the job. The CIA had identified them earlier the week as two organisers of a failed attempt on the US embassy there. No American had been killed, but the bomb had cost civilian lives on the Egyptian side. Egypt had been more than happy the CIA took care of the men behind it. “They have green light.”

    And with these words Matt allowed himself to fall into the couch. “And that is it for today. If you have nothing else, I think Beth is waiting with dinner.” He gave another of his shy, supressed smiles. “Oh yes, one more thing. A certain Professor Dr. Jared asked for a few moments in private tomorrow before the Science thing. Checked him. He is a physics guy. Probably wanna pitch something to you, but some friends of ours from the senate asked us to not ignore him. So if you don’t mind . . . “

    The door opened and Miles Crane stepped in, the secret service agent tasked with the Presidents protection for today. He stood their silently as always and awaited the two man to conclude their Government business.

    Tag: @HanSolo29
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  11. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Somewhere in Washington D.C., A warehouse

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    It was a warehouse. A simple warehouse. Not a safe house. Not a fancy meeting room. Not anything you expected from a secret meeting room. It was just an empty warehouse.

    Maria probably was the least surprised. She knew Simmons and she would know he did not believe in secrecy through isolation. He kept secrets by keeping them unpredictable. A surprise was always a secret until you decided it was not anymore.

    They had been assembled here and had waited for an hour. They all knew this kind of operation. They all had done similar things before. But nevertheless this was a bit different. The details, the set-up. Nobody had been contacted by an agency. No Government was involved so far whatsoever. No false identities. No calls to confirm the meeting or passwords. They had been paid half upfront and had received the address. At the warehouse they had found no guards with guns, no entry barriers or security checks. They had gathered here silently and waited.

    All they had found was a table in a warehouse and on the table boxes with their names on it. Some boxes were bigger, some were smaller. They had all known quite well they were not authorised to open them until they had talked to their employee. But their employee took his time.

    Jane “the Freelancer” had been first there and had watched most of the others gather.

    Rutherford had been second. They knew each other. They had meet “abroad” as they now used to call operations in foreign territory. He was a soldier, you see that in every inch of his body. But his reputation for being remorseless and effective was well known. He had leaned against a pillar and had said nothing, only recognized Jane and all other arrivals with a short nod.

    [IMG] Rutherford

    A man called Moore had been next. Anthony Moore had introduced himself at least. He looked nothing like military, not recently at least. In his outfit and with his testing, curious eyes he seemed more like a cop. Someone from the street. None of them had ever heard of him, probably. He took out his mobile and checked it.

    [IMG] Anthony Moore

    “You brought a mobile to the meeting?” Rutherford asked with a dry smile. “You do not bring mobiles to meetings like this.” Moore looked up. Then he put it back into the pocket of his jacket.

    “Take the battery out. If this thing vibrates when the Boss is here . . . you find yourself on the fragging list.” Rutherford added. Moore stared at him for a moment and then took out the mobile and opened it to get the battery out.

    “He brought a mobile?” The question came from behind and it was John Yeng who came in and sat down at the table. He looked at Jane and Rutherford. The last one finally nodded. “Amateur.” He spitted towards Moore."Yeah, nice to meet you, too." Moore only replied.

    [IMG] John Yeng

    John was known to both Rutherford and Jane as a coordinator of operations like this. And the best the intelligence community had to offer. He had been a field agent himself in Asia for five years and had changed sides when the CIA had found out he had a thing for organising things.

    Finally Maria entered and kept her distance. Almost all of them were known to hear, even Mr. Moore. But none of them would have ever heard of her. Of “Dfact” maybe . . . rumors . . . but she had rarely meet the operatives she used to feed with information.

    Finally Mr. Simmons arrived. The handsome, smart looking man wandered into the room and without a word he walked from one person to the next to hand them a very modern looking smartphone. They all had met him before, none of them knew anything about him, except that he was a man of power. Young. But powerful.

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    “Ladies, Gentleman. On these phones you find a number where you can reach me at any time and the numbers of the other members of the team. You won’t need any other numbers for the next few days, as you will not call anybody else. Also on the list you find a list of six people. I won’t make a secret out of it. These are your targets. Two US citizens, one from Canada, one russian, one from Spain and a big unknown. They are problems. Locate these problems and solve them permanently.”

    He nodded to Maria. Not a hint of their deeper personal relationship. He was all business. Even more so than usually. None of the others would recognise it, but Maria knew him long enough to know he was tense. As tense as you ever saw him. “Thanks to Maria here we have located two of these people and are in the process of locating the third. The last two are a bit tricky. One seems to be homeless and the other . . . we have only his artist name.”

    The list was short. It were only six names.

    Marcus Lambs
    Kawin Muthurangu
    Elena Ragoski
    Kyle Hallgood
    Santiago Pareja-Obregón y Durán
    LEGO

    “As it looks they are all in the US right now for one reason or another, except the Canadian. That is obviously helpful.” It also was something unsettling him. This time everybody who paid attention could see it. Mr. Simmons secretly hoped this was still the most brutal joke of all times, but when the first checks of the five names had come up, he found it disturbing how close they were.

    “None of them had any kind of advanced training as military or intelligence. They are easy targets. But time is of essence. We do not know how much we have, but we know it isn’t too much. I need this done now.”

    Simmons looked around and gave them a dry smile. “You find additional infos on the targets in the files section of the mobile. Any questions?”

    Moore spoke immediately. “That Hallgood kid, he is only fifteen?”

    Simmons looked at him and answeres with a sharp, simple … “Yes.”
    But instead of elaborating he took a look at his team. He needed to know if he could rely on them.

    Tag: @galactic-vagabond422, @TheSithGirly
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  12. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

    If hell was repetition, the devil had created the Suncor Administration Center. It was repetition come to life!

    Every morning you checked in with the same magnet card, walked through the same metal detector that everybody knew was not working since June 2014. The same people sat in the bureaus, drinking from the same cups, doing the same job they always did which largely was picking up their phone when it rang and say the same thing they had said for years now.

    Everything was always the same. Predictable. Repetitive by design.

    Therefore it was more than a little noteworthy when Kawin Muthurango arrived at his work place and not one, but two things happened that had never had happened before. The first was, that someone was sitting at his desk. A young blonde woman who jumped up as he suddenly stood behind her. "By the Gods you scared me! You must be Kevin! Mike told me you are the best. So I will learn from the best! I cannot tell you how grateful I am! Oh I am Tina. I am the new trainee!"


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    Before Kawin could say something he saw a grinning Mike moving through the office. Mike Dawson was his superior and had no qualification to lead the department than having endured the so-called company culture a few years longer than anybody else. He winked at Kawin and gave him a two thumbs up.

    "The years here damaged his brain, I tell ya." Jerry from the booth next to Kawin sighed. "But I guess you owe him, he picked a cute one for you." Jerry ignored the fact Tina was still standing there.

    Then the second event that had never happened before happened. Kawin saw a box on his desk. Addressed at him. He had never before received private post here.


    "Mike said, you'd teach me everything!" The trainee put on a broad smile.

    Tag: @Mitth_Fisto



    Washington D.C., 6th Street near Morris, The Ludlow-Taylor Elementary School

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    Like Frodo reaching Mount Doom or Luke Skywalker facing the Emperor in the Throne Room of the Second Death Star Sebastian had always known where his “America” Tour had to end. In the heart of evil. Washington D.C., home to the man his little campaign had targeted. Now only a few nights were left and his little crusade had all the attention he could have asked for it. US news reported on his critical art works spreading all over the east coast now. European news had covered him anyway. The British, who still believed he was Brit too had send teams to Washington to try and get a good shot of him.

    LEGO had really outdone himself. And with every piece he left sprayed to some wall somewhere he came closer to the encore . . .

    Ludlow Elementary school was only a few blocks from the White House actually. It had good blank walls to work on. It was visible. It was a good place to start the night . . .

    Kyle had probably not expected the nightly visitor at the school ground. It was warm there and usually pretty safe, because Mickey the night-watchman had made it a habit to oversee the young man when he spotted him there. But that silent agreement was threatened of course when someone showed up to commit acts of vandalism . . . as this man in the grey hoody obviously wanted to do.
    And from far away Kyle already could hear Mickey’s footsteps. Not the youngest or fastest walker there were still a few minutes left before he arrived at the Gym where the stranger was just about to go to work . . . but he would be here soon enough . . .

    Tag: @DarkLordoftheFins, @Ktala




    New York City, Bronx, The New Rose Motel

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    To say the New Rose Hotel was limited in what it had to offer was . . . a strong underappreciation of how much time someone had put into making this they worst hotel ever. The walls were paper thin, the service . . . there was no service . . . and the rooms . . . barely rooms. Prison cells were often bigger. But it had certainly served it’s purpose. That was undeniable, as the blonde from the night before dressed again to leave the place of their sinful night. She had been terrible at dancing, but she looked gorgeous. A classical American beauty.

    [IMG]

    “Oh make that louder.” She smiled when she saw in the muted TV some news about graffiti. A picture of the current US President was shown and below it there were bigt letters: I get it America. Why vote for the lesser evil, right?

    “Oh this guy is so cool. I love his stuff!” The girl was not the smartest creature on the planet. She was giggling so loud, Santiago almost did not hear the knocking at the door. “Is it room service?” She looked at Santiago. “I thought there is no room service here?!” She looked at Santiago. And of course there was no room service so obviously the person knocking was not from room service either . . . the question was, who knocked at a Hotel door in the Bronx in the middle of a night?

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  13. galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 11, 2009
    star 4
    IC: Jane
    Warehouse, Washington D.C.

    Jane arrived first to the odd meeting place. A warehouse in the nation's capital, no guards, no checks, no barriers, this was not the usual way she met her 'clients'. One could learn a lot by the type of meeting place. In a coffee shop, they just wanted to hand off a flash drive in an empty cup, a park, they want to have a long talk while facing away from each other on a bench, an abandoned warehouse with no one else around. They don't want anyone to know about this meeting. It wasn't just the location that was made for obfuscation, the way it was set up also spoke to the clandestine nature of this operation. No calls from the agency, no challenge response codes, no masks to hide behind, not even a call to confirm the meet. All Jane received was an upfront payment and this address. Someone really didn't want anyone to know that this meeting even was happening, meaning this was the blackest of black ops.

    The warehouse wasn't fully empty there was a table with boxes stacked atop it. They were of varying sizes and had their names written on them. There was a bit of mystery the surrounded them, 'What's in the box?' as the classic saying went. However like a child on Christmas Eve she would have to wait until given the go ahead by the man cutting her check. Causally she plopped herself down in a chair putting her booted feet up on the table.

    She gave a halfhearted wave to Rutherford as he nodded back the stern looking soldier she met 'abroad'. They were both professionals accustomed to working in the dark shadows that hid their dirty deeds. 'Wet Work' was the term used in the 'Agency', she just called it Tuesday. She was glad to be working with Rutherford, he didn't let silly things like emotions get in the way of his job, cold and calculating exactly what she like to see.

    The next to arrive was one she hadn't seen before, she gave a look to Rutherford, he didn't seem to recognize this Anthony Moore either as the new person introduced himself. Jane gave him a piercing look trying to figure out what his deal was. He didn't carry himself like soldier his gate was off his clothes too sloppy. His eyes however darted about taking in the space and the people occupying it. Could this one be a cop, or an investigator, an odd choice for this type of work but, she wasn't the one making the decisions.

    She was neutral on this new arrival until he pulled out an active cell phone. She gave Rutherford a look that said would you look at this idiot. The true professional advised the newbie,


    "Take the battery out. If this thing vibrates when the Boss is here . . . you find yourself on the fragging list."

    "He's going to end up on my list." Jane added, "Have you never heard of operational security? You can't go bringing easily trackable cell phones to a meeting like this." She rolled her eyes letting out a sharp breath. "Is this your first time? Well I'm sorry we're not going to be gentle."

    "He brought a mobile?" Jane cast a glance behind her to John Yeng the experience coordinator that she and Rutherford had worked with many times. He knew what he was doing, unlike some people.

    "Yep, idiot freaking homing beacon with him."

    "Amateur." Yeng spat.

    "Yeah they really scrapped the bottom of a deep barrel for this one." Jane added piling on to the newcomer.

    "Yeah, nice to meet you, too." Moore retorted.

    "Oh, so you can speak, so tell me what primordial ooze did you climb out of?"

    There was a long silence set in, Jane rocked back and forth in her chair feet still on the table, her fingers drumming on her thigh. 'Hurry up and wait' was the term used in this situation. Jane hated waiting but, she had to put up with it, she'd already been paid. All the while she kept one eye Moore she didn't trust him, okay she didn't trust anyone but, she was suspicious of him. She hadn't work with him before and he'd made a major fowl when he brought a cell phone. Something about him put her on edge.

    After an almost unbearably long time a woman entered, another person Jane didn't recognize. She ground her teeth a little hopefully this lady wasn't as green as Moore appeared to be. The new woman kept her distance Jane spread out her arms.

    "It's alright, we don't bite." She paused for a moment before pointing to Moore, "Except maybe that one he might have rabies, go shifty eyes." Her voice was jovial but, edged with venom, she didn't like Moore and was making it apparent.

    Then finally the elusive and dashing Mr. Simmons arrived, well dashing if one was into that sort of thing. He started the meeting by passing out smartphones to those gathered. Jane waggled it tauntingly at Moore.

    Mr. Simmons laid out the ground rules no calls to anyone outside this room and eliminate six people, easy enough. It didn't matter to her that two of them were US citizens, or that one of them was Canadian, she'd killed stateside before, you just had to be more careful about how you did it.

    "Thanks to Maria here," Jane's eyes brighten a little, so the little lady had a name, "we have located two of these people and are in the process of locating the third. The last two are a bit tricky. One seems to be homeless and the other . . . we have only his artist name."

    Well having half the list wasn't so bad, Jane had to work with less before. Jane had noted the nod to Maria but, thought nothing of it. Her gaze fell on the only other woman. She'd found the people they were hunting, must be an analysis or something, the information person. They aren't usually let out of their cubicles, or offices, Jane wasn't sure which but, it was curious to see someone like Maria out in the open.

    Jane looked over the six names in the phone lazily scrolling up she looked over each's dossier quirking an eyebrow at LEGO, really that was the name they went with, artists. The rest looked about as much of a threat as a slightly drowned kitten.

    "None of them had any kind of advanced training as military or intelligence. They are easy targets. But time is of essence. We do not know how much we have, but we know it isn’t too much. I need this done now."

    Jane was about to speak when she was interrupted by Moore.

    "That Hallgood kid, he is only fifteen?" another heavy breath left Jane's chest.

    After Simmon's curt reply she sat up for the first time this whole meeting and put an arm around Moore's shoulders.

    "Tony," she started, "Do you mind if I call you Tony?" she didn't wait for him to reply, "It doesn't matter who the target is, you are hired to kill that is all you need to worry about." She gave him a broad slightly eerie smile. "You see, him," she said pointing to Rutherford "and him" she continued gesturing to Yeng, "They're both weapons, I'm a weapon too. Do you think a gun questions if it should fire when the trigger is pulled?" Again she didn't wait for an answer to her clearly rhetorical question. "No it just fires and chambers the next round. That's what we are, weapons bought and paid for by some party that wants another party not to breathe anymore. Is it our problem who we kill? No it's that falls to the person that hired us. So stop worrying so much, just lie back and think of America, who knows you might just enjoy it." She gave a mocking slap to the side of his face before nonchalantly returning to her feet to the table and leaning back in her chair.

    "So, are we doing a divide and conquer, or one at a time?" she asked referring to if the money man had any preferences to how he wanted targets disposed of.

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  14. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Kawin Muthurangu
    Vancover, Canada, Suncor INC. Administration Center

    It had been a good morning, if by good one you went by nothing went wrong. He had enjoyed the elk sausage and eggs he had for breakfast, the fact that he had hunted the elk himself last season had made it always taste just that much better than what he could find in any store. Now of course he was walking into the far less charming repetition of work. At one time it had been challenging, but in his line of work that was something that quickly faded. The glaringly bright charm of work was when you got to leave it, or take leave from it!

    He could most likely due to his normal routine unconscious, it was funny when he had heard someone else say it when he was young, eager, and glad to have somebody pay him to do something. Now that he knew it was true for him, swipe the magnetic card here, walk through the silent and still broken metal detector here, walk past the line of all too familiar background noise of others doing the exact same job with the exact same cliche lines only varied by how one liked to phrase the exact same message.

    Everything was always the same. Predictable. Repetitive by design.

    Therefore it was more than a little noteworthy when Kawin Muthurango arrived at his work place and not one, but two things happened that had never had happened before. The first was, that someone was sitting at his desk. A young blonde woman who jumped up as he suddenly stood behind her. Something which had him backing up a step at her sudden movement. "By the Gods you scared me! You must be Kevin! Mike told me you are the best. So I will learn from the best! I cannot tell you how grateful I am! Oh I am Tina. I am the new trainee!"

    Before Kawin could say something he saw a grinning Mike moving through the office. Mike Dawson was his superior and had no qualification to lead the department other than having endured the so-called company culture a few years longer than anybody else. He winked at Kawin and gave him a two thumbs up. Never a good sign. He stifled the urge to groan, he had hoped he had dodged the bullet of ever having to have another trainee and was going to be left to his monotonous life interspersed with escapes into nature.

    "The years here damaged his brain, I tell ya." Jerry from the booth next to Kawin sighed. "But I guess you owe him, he picked a cute one for you." Jerry ignored the fact Tina was still standing there.

    Then the second event that had never happened before happened. Kawin saw a box on his desk. Addressed at him. He had never before received private post here.

    "Mike said, you'd teach me everything!" The trainee put on a broad smile.

    The fact that she was still smiling meant he probably would feel like he was torturing a puppy all day long, or was having to spend a day with his ex. He could only pray that things went better than his gut was telling him it would go. Who knows? They might have a fire and get the week off work. A man can dream can't he? Raising an eyebrow and shaking his head at Jerry he turned to take care of his first problem that was interrupting his dull day.

    "Hi, it's actually pronounced KA-Win. Nice to meet you Tina. How about we give you a small tour, and maybe see about getting you your own chair?" he smiled and gestured towards the direction that would lead them past the restrooms, a couple small conference rooms (he believed the original idea had been team building meetings or some such but honestly he cannot remember if they ever had been used for such a thing or if he just chose to block out the memories), past the break room with the microwave, and then with a flourish of the vending machines with a warning to avoid I-17 he would guide her back. Hopefully by then he could check his package if she didn't bubble over with questions. If she did he had a feeling he wouldn't get to check it until after she left.

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  15. TheSithGirly Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 26, 2007
    star 3
    Maria Liang, Warehouse, D.C.

    The others were not that interesting to her. Maria was pretty sure they were an appropriately remorseless and effective assembly of killers covering all skills they needed. She recnized a few names. Jane especially, but also Rutherford and John. All reliable people. Adrian ... Mr. Simmons as everybody else seemed to refer to him ... was no amateur in organizing this kind of operation. Was this "that kind of operation", really? Obviously they were in the deep black area. But that had never mad a nerve twitch with Mr. Simmons. This was different. He seemed tense. He seemed a little off. That wasn't like him.

    And the reason for that she would not find in the team, but in the list. She went through it and wondered ... she had nothing on the only female on the list. But the others she had covered. Who were they? From the set up of this ... the secrecy, the off-the-books approach, the time pressure ... she would bet on terrorists. The Spanish guy ... sure. They had a history with terrorists and the immigrants in Europe had brought many opportunities with them to stray from the path. The boy? Homeless and without parents, that much she knew already. Easy prey for recruiting. The Canadian was school book material for domestic terrorism. Loner. Single. Boring job. Well, maybe more like a guy going on a killing spree. The street artist was a bit tricky. LEGO. Artist name. Political. Maria was surprised to see him on the list. Artists rarely became terrorists statistically. Smart guy. Hiding very well. Smart enough to understand one day that he was nothing but a clown and all his art changed nothing? Yeah. She could imagine where he turned to for revenge of a wasted life. Maybe the leader of the cell. She had to find out more about the other two. The only guy left really did not fit. Single father? Widower? Terrorist? No fit. But there was always a story and she had not yet seen any more but a few basic ideas of it.

    Jane and the "Amateur" had a bad start. With a shrug she returned to the reality around her. She looked up, too. The amateur had doubts? She wondered what was his unique quality to deserve the invitation into this noble circle of professional sociopaths?

    She had two guns, a brain, Adrian himself and then ... this guy? A Cop? Gangster? "Would you mind if I ask you what area of expertise you have, Mr. Moore?" Obviously it wasn't experience in Black Ops. But you never know. Maria liked to remind herself from time to time that there were many areas of expertise outside the secret rulership of the world. Maybe Mr. Moore was a good scapegoat?

    Cover up. They operated on US soil. The guy probably was there to cover up. A few minutes with her laptop and she would know.

    "I guess we do not have time to work one by one? Do we?" The words slipped out, when she heard Jane ask about the approach. She was a bit surprised she had talked and gave Adrian Simmons a smile. "I will have all of them identified and located eventually. But no reason to wait I guess. We have a few addresses. Do we?" She did not wanted to sound tough. But something inside of her was ... longing ... to begin the hunt.

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  16. DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    LEGO
    Elementary School, Washington D.C.

    He had finally found a good spot. The place where you produced was as important as the message itself. Not too obvious or public, but visible and accessible. Art needed reception. The school was perfect. A few blocks from the White House and visited by hundred of pupils it was nevertheless nothing fancy or especially eye-catching.

    And like most modern, nice buildings it had a lot of big white empty walls.

    He looked at the writing on the wall he had put there.

    IN THIS COUNTRY SOME MEN LIED SO OFTEN THEY BECAME PRESIDENT AND SOME MEN TOLD SO MUCH TRUTH THEY BECAME CRIMINALS. WHY VOTE THE LESSER EVIL, RIGHT?

    He looked at it and took a deep breath for getting out the next form to produce the picture. It would do.

    Sebastian felt this America tour had taken long enough. People loved it and he had gotten all the attention he wanted. The message was delivered. And as much as he despised the recently elected President of the United States, the thing became a background noise. Sebastian could be a background noise. Certainly LEGO never could be.

    Then again what could he possibly return too? An empty house and a lot of money. His career as an artist and the secrecy about his identity has cost him most of his social life. Seclusion had been the price of infamy.

    Maybe I ask Laura out again. She was nice. Then again what was the sense in that if he avoided her afterwards because he was afraid to let her in? Therapy had not helped, he realized. Only made him more aware of his problems.

    Did he hear something? He had allowed his thoughts to lower his awareness. Always a mistake. He got tired of being watchful. Many people asked why he did not produce more. Truth was it was always like going to war. The danger of being spotted or even worse ... of getting filmed was always there. A constant threat that he reacted to with constant vigilance. It exhausted him eventually.

    Slowly turning around he tried to see someone in the dark and pulled the spray cans into his bag. Oh he hoped he would not have to run. He was to tired for running tonight.

    Just get the job done and have some ridiculously expensive Scotch somewhere, Sebastian.

    Easier said then done. He needed another five minutes at least. If someone was here he did not have that time. Oh how he hated incomplete work.

    How did a famous street artist once say? If graffiti changed anything it would be illegal, right? He smiled about that one and desperately tried to make out if anybody was hiding in the shadows nearby.

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  17. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Somewhere in Washington D.C., Warehouse

    Moore smirked and gave the woman a long look. It showed a hint of despise. "Nothing to enjoy about this kind of work." Then he turned to Maria. "I am an U.S. Marschall. If you wanna know. So yes, I can add some expertise if that is what you are worried about."

    Simmons had watched the small exchange so far and now intervened. "Anthony and I have worked a lot together in the past." It was all the quality proof Mr. Simmons would ever give. His standards were high and he barely used the same people more than a few times before they never heard of him again. Moore looked at him and nodded. But there was a darkness in his features. It was obvious those past cooperations was nothing he felt comfortable about. "A kid of 14 will attract attention. That is why I ask. Even a homeless. A teenager is local news." Simmons smiled at him and it was a surprising cruel smile. "Take care if that yourself then." Moore nodded again. And Simmons seemed satisfied and turned to the others again.

    "It is divide and conquer, Jane. Maria and you do Mr. Lambs in Baltimore. Maria can work well on the road." He turned to Rutherford. "You do the Canadian." Finally he turned to John. "You try to locate the Spaniard and give Maria the room to take care of the the artist and Russian." John nodded. "If I get a chance I take him of the list." Simmons looked at him and send him an approving smile. John was a field agent once. He could handle a Spanish playboy. "Afterwards you do what you do best, you coordinate the hunt."

    Simmons finally turned back to Moore.

    "Moore. You wanted the kid? He is yours." Moore nodded. He nodded a lot. His eyes showed a tension though. Moore had not wanted the kid. Maybe that was why Simmons had given it to him. Considering these two had worked together before, they seemed to pretty obviously dislike him.

    Simmons ignored it. "The boxes contain your equipment. The guns are untraceable Glock 17 with integrated Silencers. The mobiles will be the only mobiles we use. They have a GPS tracking system of several cars we have in the target area and can use. The keys are also in there. Special wishes, too." He allowed them to grab their boxes. "Two private jets for Vancouver and Baltimore are ready and waiting at the airport. You are all aware with the discrete check in." The backdoor was something they had indeed all used.

    "Any questions?" Simmons looked around and sighed. "If not, we have no time to loose."

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  18. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Kyle
    Elementary School, Washington D.C.

    It had been a good day so far. Kyle had managed to scrape together a few extra bits of change, so he had a few extra snacks with him. Kyle of course, knew about Mickey, the night-watchman. The man was pretty cool He and the man had an understanding. Sometimes, Kyle would leave him an extra snack. And in return, Mickey kept an eye open for him.

    The school was a pretty safe place. And warm. Kyle had a good thing, and he knew it. He didnt want anything to screw it up. It was hard to find a safe spot, not only from adults, but from other kids as well. So, Kyle would keep his eyes open as well, in case anyone tried to mess with his perfect spot.

    Like now.

    There was a lone guy in a grey hoody, near the gym area of the school. A tagger? He had a bag with him. And Mickey was heading this way. He knew the guards footsteps well. What to do?! If he told Mickey of the guy, then that might bring in cops and stuff. That would be bad. Or the guy might hurt Mickey. Even worse, Mickey might
    think HE had something to do with it. That would really suck!

    Kyle looked around, and grabbed a few lose rocks. He moved closer, and then he stood up and hurled a rock, smacking the wall close to the taggers head.

    "Get outta here!" Kyle hissed. "The night guards are doing the rounds. And you aint gonna mess up a good thing I got going here!"

    Kyle lied, making it sound like it was more than just Mickey in the area. He didnt want to see the guard get hurt. And besides, it might make the guy leave quicker. Kyle prepared to toss another rock, in case the guy decided not to take the hint.

    Kyle swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry. He hoped the guy would simply leave. The only other thing Kyle had oh him was his slingshot, a sock full of pennies, and a small knife. Most taggers werent interested in fighting, but some he had heard did carry weapons. Kyle didnt want to find out. And he didnt want to lose the only spot he had considered safe in a long time. He just wanted the guy to leave.




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  19. DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    LEGO
    Elementary School, Washington D.C.

    The stone did not hit him, but it was close enough. Slowly he now fully turned. The voice sounded like a kids voice. Not a man. And he had something good going here ... ?

    "Pal, if you hang around at school that late at night you will never be one of the cool kids." Sebastian put his last spray can into his bag and raised his arms. "I want to mess up nothing for no one, okay?" Night guards? He did not know schools had something like that. This is America. Of course they do.

    "Sorry if I operated in your ... territory ... " Oh were that steps far away? "Maybe better if none of us is around when the nightguard sees this?" He tightened his bag around his chest and began to slowly walk away from his unfinished work. "Then again he might have a sense for art." Desperately he tried to make out something in the dark, while beginning to move out of the light himself. He was pretty calm. He had been in far worse situations than this. But the young voice irritated him. A homeless? A teenager homeless? This country was so quick to abandon it's poor. "Just saying. How old are you kid?" As long as they talk they don't do worse things. A lesson he learned in the West Bank. His most famous piece of art had almost been his last. A lot of silent types there.

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  20. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Kyle
    Elementary School, Washington D.C.

    The man in the grey hoodie spoke up. "Pal, if you hang around at school that late at night you will never be one of the cool kids." Kyle snorted softly at the man, who seemed to have some kind of accent, as he slowly put a spray can into the bag, and then raised his arms. Look who's talking. Kyle looked over at the wall. DANG IT! The
    man had already written something on the wall. He was too late. That was going to cause problems. "Maybe better if none of us is around when the night guard sees this?" The tagger tightened his bag around his chest and began to slowly walk away from his unfinished work. "Then again he might have a sense for art." He thinks this is funny?

    The man started to babble some more nonsense, but Kyle didnt want to hear it."SHUT UP!" Kyle hissed, trying not to raise his voice. "Your stupid tag ruined it!" Kyle growled. Mickey would be here at it moment. But the man kept talking. Geeze, why coudlnt he just shut up.

    "Just saying. How old are you kid?" REALLY?!?!?! Now was not the time to chat and try to get chummy. This stupid spaz just ruined a good thing for him. Kyle wanted to deck the guy in the jaw. Maybe let Mickey find the guy. But then, Mickey might get hurt Kyle's anger grew. Quickly scooping up another rock, Kyle threw it, close again to make a point. "Get outta here! One of the guards is almost here." Kyle moved then, deciding that if Mickey saw the tag, then he would have to call someone about it. That would bring even MORE people to the school, and Kyle coudlnt be caught on the grounds.

    They would blame it on him. And Mickey, even though he knew Kyle woudlnt spray the place up, would most likely blame him as well, to protect his job. His safe place was gone, all because some idiot wanted to write on the wall.

    His good mood ruined, Kyle took off, running to the quickest way to leave the grounds before Mickey had a chance to spot him. He was nearly in tears. He didnt know where he would go now. But if he got the chance, he would bust that tagger right in the face.

    Or better yet...

    Once Kyle got to some cover, he peeked out, to see if he could see the tagger. Maybe he could follow him back to his place. The jerk ruined his home. It would be only fair. Besides, he didnt have anyplace else to be.


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  21. DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    LordT approved escape from Mickey the nightguard



    LEGO
    Elementary School, Washington D.C.

    The boy was freaked out. Sebastian had to remind himself that some people valued a safe spot to sleep higher than anything in the world. Lower standards lead to lower demands. "Okay, I get out!" He guessed nobody was listening. The boy was running and now the nightguard was easy to hear. Sebastian was not exactly too nervous about someone who kept guard over an elementary school at night. There was a fair chance he could bribe him, if he had to. For the boy this was a bigger deal.

    Turning around he walked away from his piece and took the next corner to get to the fence. Somewhere there had been the gate. Making his way through the dark he would make it to the street, change the hoody against a jacket and have a little walk back to the middle-class hotel he had booked. Using the credit card of Miles of course. What did he have an agent for, if not to use his borrowed identity as cover? He used debit cards and pre-paid sim from Spain mostly. No need to show anybody a passport to buy one of those. The smartphone he had bought in Hong Kong. Triband. As they call the three frequency mobiles nowadays.

    Sometimes hiding LEGO made him feel more like James Bond than Pablo Picasso. That was sometimes fun. But this was also exhausting.

    He had been spotted. With a piece of art that was easily identified as his. There was a time and a place when he could be linked. Mobile data. "Oh dammit." This must have been so much more easy in the nineties.

    The next bus stop he leaned next to the trash can and did what he needed to do in situations like this. Mobile out, SIM card out. Battery out. Both into the trash and then a message to his agent from the new one. NEW NUMBER. JUST IN CASE.

    Then he continued his way to the hotel.

    Do you feel followed?

    Yes he did. Living in secrecy gave you a good instinct, but exhaustion made you paranoid. This was probably paranoia. He cut a corner and speeded up a little. You never knew.

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  22. galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 11, 2009
    star 4
    IC: Jane
    Warehouse, Washington D.C.

    "I guess we do not have time to work one by one? Do we?" Jane raised an eyebrow at Maria, she seemed surprised at speaking. Was this her first mission out of her office? "I will have all of them identified and located eventually. But no reason to wait I guess. We have a few addresses. Do we?" Jane nods her head looking down the list looking at choosing her target eyeing Moore. He was a U.S Marshall, a bounty hunter with a fancy name, a man used to bringing people in, not killing them. She didn't trust him and would prefer to shadow him or kill him now to save herself the trouble.

    "Anthony and I have worked a lot together in the past." Simmons piped up preventing Jane from making her feelings known. Simmons gave out assignments, Jane would be working with Maria hunting down a little Lamb. Rutherford would be heading to the great white north to find a puff ball of a corporate drone. John would be going after the Spanish playboy and finally Moore would be looking for the kid. A predatory smirk grew on Jane's lips, part of her wanted to follow him watch him twist and turn as he tried to figure out how to deal with his moral quandary.

    Alas it wasn't meant to be she had her own mission to complete. She tore into the box pulling out a Glock 17. It was her very favorite gun, not for any performance reasons, just that it held a special place in her heart. She happily took it along with the other items in the box and turned to the man running the show.

    "No questions," she turned her attention to Maria the same eerie smile on her face. "Come on Maria, let's go find our lost little Lamb." She began walking towards the exit assuming that transport to the airport would be provided, if not she had her ways.

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  23. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 7
    IC: Kurt Roland
    White House, Washington D.C.

    Night had fallen and most of the staff had already retired for the evening by the time Kurt Roland finally found a free moment to himself. For the latter part of the day, he had been sequestered to various meetings ranging in topics from urban development to budgetary matters, each one consisting of the same talking heads vying for attention. It was a dull and sometimes excruciating existence, but a necessary evil for the President of the United States to endure. The fact that he was even here in the first place was still all very surreal, if no less daunting; the seventy-hour work weeks would not get any easier, and he had conditioned himself to accept the bad with the good…

    And yet, no one had bothered to warn him to make room in his schedule for sleep. He had simply taken it for granted, and he was now suffering the consequences. While he slept a few hours each night, it was far from adequate. As a result, a cup of coffee soon became a close friend, a nasty habit he had developed against the advice of his doctors.

    Even now, as Matt Andrews scurried into the room to deliver his briefing for the evening, he was nursing a half cup – black, no sweeteners. With a slight nod, he lifted his gaze and greeted the other man as he approached.

    Kurt had known Matt for nearly twenty years. He had first been hired as an eccentric personality to work for his staff when Kurt was just starting out in Congress. With his impeccable eye for detail and his unshakeable work ethic, he soon became a valuable asset…and a good friend. When the time came to run for the Presidency, it had been Matt who had convinced him to make that final push. It felt like they had been against insurmountable odds, and yet, they had won. After such a fulfilling victory, it only felt appropriate to appoint the man as his Chief of Staff.

    Matt had been ecstatic to take on the role, and as he stood before him now, Kurt could tell that his enthusiasm had never left him.

    The road reformation act is getting along nicely," he began, starting on a high note. "We might even have some democrats with us, who get pressure from their voters.

    "We're going to need those votes if this thing is going to pass through the House," he interjected, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table as he settled in for the long haul. "I want you to feel out Congressman Mitchell, he's our point man on this, and make sure he's doing his job with wrangling together the right people. He has pretty good sway on both sides…tell him to use it."

    And off they went.

    It was the usual rundown consisting of meetings and other operational procedures, with Kurt providing a nod or a subtle acknowledgment where applicable. Even when Matt touched on the unrest in Cairo, he took it in stride; the report would be on his desk in the morning, and he would make his final decision then. For now, he was already thinking ahead about how they were going to spin this for the media. Foreign affairs were a hard sell here at home, especially if it wasn't cut-and-dried and busting at the seams with patriotic pride. They would need to get creative…

    Hadn't there been a story on several of the news outlets about some graffiti artist smearing his name? While his numbers were currently up, and he theoretically had nothing to worry about, the message seemed to be gaining some traction in certain demographics. Perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity to use this little military maneuver to their advantage – to control the message and snuff out this artist's fifteen minutes of fame. He made a mental note to mention it to Chuck and DJ later on.

    And that is it for today," Matt finally announced, closing up his folder and allowing himself to collapse down onto the couch. "If you have nothing else, I think Beth is waiting with dinner.

    Kurt offered an impish grin and began to gather his own things. "In that case, I better get moving before she regulates me to the couch again. Some things fail to impress her, even as the President."

    Rising to his feet, he took the cup of coffee in one hand and waved the speech paper in the other, tucking the rest of his binder under his arm. "And I'll review this and have it back to Chuck with any revisions by tomorrow night. If that's cutting it too close, tell him to suck it up, and I'll owe him a favor. He likes those little chocolate wafers, right? A box of those should placate him for a while."

    He turned to move for the door, but paused as another thought skirted across his mind. "And, uh, get some rest," he advised, his expression softening a bit. "With all that energy, you're starting to make me look bad."

    Matt offered another one of his shy smiles before realization dawned in his eyes; he had forgotten something. “Oh yes, one more thing," he proclaimed, never missing a beat. "A certain Professor Dr. Jared asked for a few moments in private tomorrow before the Science thing. Checked him. He is a physics guy. Probably wanna pitch something to you, but some friends of ours from the Senate asked us to not ignore him. So if you don’t mind…"

    A frown marred his features as his demeanor notably slumped with disapproval. "Christ, Matt," he uttered, his voice dipping dangerously low. "Are you trying to torture me? You know how I feel about those science guys and their rhetoric. I only agreed to the Science Committee thing because I thought it would be enough to satisfy the opposition, and now you're going to bring one in here for a private talk? What am I supposed to do – entertain him with bagels and donuts?"

    Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with exasperation. He would need to stay positive on this; if their supporters in the Senate were willing to back them on this, then there had to be some benefit. He would look pretty foolish to pull back on their advice.

    Goddammit…

    "Keep it brief," he said simply, starting to move once more. As he passed the secret service agent – was it Miles today? – he offered a curt nod before stepping out into the hall.

    Matt's mouth began to work, as if he was about to say something, but Kurt silenced him with an extended index finger. "Brief." He cleared his throat, allowing himself to relax a bit. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

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  24. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
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    Kyle
    On the streets, Washington D.C.

    Jerk!

    Kyle followed the tagger with his eyes, as the man finally made his way out. He didnt know the layout, so it took him a bit longer to reach the outside of the fence. He stayed behind the man, over on the other side of the street, while keeping his eyes open for any other trouble. So far, it didnt look like any was around at the moment. he man stopped at the nearest bus stop, and went to the trash can. He pulled out a phone, and opened it up. He did something strange next, well it was strange to Kyle. He threw two small items into the trash can. He then pulled out another phone. Was this guy rich? So why run around, like some tagger. Kyle noticed he got out of the hoodie, and had now put on a jacket. Rich guy trying to express himself? It was very strange.

    The guy started walking again, after his little purge. Kyle was tempted to check out the trash, but he didnt want to lose sight of the man. He owed him! As Kyle continued to follow, he changed up once more, crossing back across the street. He stuff his jacket into his backpack as he walked. Two could play at this game. Suddenly the man cut around a corner. Kyle's heart began to race just a bit. Had he been spotted. He got to the corner, and paused a few seconds. He might loose sight of the guy. But he might not. Either way, he didnt want the guy to see him. After a few seconds, he cautiously peeked his head around the corner, looking low. The guys place had to be close. He doubted he would risk running around with such a large bag for any long distance. He didnt bring a bike. No car. Yeah, probably meant someplace close. At least Kyle sure hoped so. Once he saw the man, he would start following again, keeping a lookout for other shadows in the area. He pulled out and nibbled on the snack he had meant to give Mickey. Might as well not have it go to waste. Besides, the way his night was going, might as well enjoy it himself.



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  25. TheSithGirly Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 26, 2007
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    Maria Liang, Warehouse, D.C.

    So Moore was an asset of Adrian and one he had never told her about before. A Marschall. That might turn out to be useful. After all they were responsible for searching fugitives. A perfect cover for their work. Moore would probably turn out to be an invaluable resource in case something went wrong. The only thing that was concerning was she doubted he was here voluntary. His behavior implied that Adrian had some sort of leverage against him. She trusted whatever it was would be pretty solid.

    Then her "mission" was announced. Her heart began racing a bit faster, she realized. Field work. It was 't as if she had never done it. But not like this.

    She came a bit closer now and stepped next to Jane. Certainly the Freelancer would do the dirty work. "So it looks like we are the girls team." She smiled at the other woman and took her box. Inside she found the gun and it looked dangerous. The mobiles had been prepared by herself, so she was pretty familiar with those.

    "No questions for now." A smile was all Adrian got from her. Finally she would see what the work was really like.

    Her answer was a lie though. She had questions. She just knew she was not getting answer. Not today. For example: She wondered who these people were. Curiosity was in her DNA. She could do little about it. In the shadow network there was nothing about this operation. No files on any of these people. Terrorists. She assumed it had to be terrorism. Some new founded cell they had not known about. Probably in the process of executing their plans, why else were they all now in the US? Why else would there be such a hurry? Or was this something else entirely?

    The thrill of the moment made her wipe away any such questions. She was now going after the kill. For the first time. She was not exactly a complete amateur. Of course she had been part of planning dozens of operations and she had been in the field. Observations. Interrogations. But she had never been there when it happened. Never had she pulled the trigger herself. Probably she wouldn't do it this time. Being in the room when it happened would be ... thrilling though.

    Why did Adrian allow her to? Was there a plan behind her participation or did he just know her so well ... better than she knew herself ... that he had known she deep down had desired to partake in the endgame for a long time?

    Actually she did not know which of the two alternatives frightened her more.

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