Deep Blizzard

Maya is a world-wide criminal organization with ties to Yakuza, the Italian mob and just about every syndicate known to man. Their hands are dirty in virtually every black market industry and just as many legitimate businesses. Interpol has long sought for a way to curb their activities and if not disband the multi-branched syndicate in the very least contain it. Following every lead available to them Interpol has created an agency to specifically deal with all Maya-related operations. The agency known as ICE (International Criminal Espionage) has been a mixture of success and failure, under pressure from the governing bodies to produce results to justify the multi-billion dollar expenditure ICE has taken virtually every lead it feels is worth investigating even those which are extremely dangerous for the operatives they send in.

The most recent operation nicknamed ‘Deep Blizzard’ was based on a lead that Maya had established a facility in Antarctica, information which was extracted from a Maya operative captured in Dubai. With no real belief that the facility existed ICE sent one agent to do a recon of the area. The mission seemed simple enough, drop the agent at the coordinates allow enough time to locate the supposed hatch into the underground facility then return the agent once confirmation of the facility’s existence was made. The agent was safely transported to the site and surprisingly found the promised facility. The mistake was not extracting her. Edmund Cole, director of ICE saw the opportunity as golden, risking one agent to exploit Maya proved too great and Cole was too greedy for results and pressed the agent into entering the facility with only two weapons and a camera. The agent went MIA. It was a set-up which Interpol predicted and had sent a rookie agent for just in case it were. Knowing that little information could be usurped from torturing a rookie and they wouldn’t risk the cost of an experienced field agent.

OOC:

So the premise of this thread is a mix of Alias/James Bond with a sadistic twist. As mentioned above the agent is captured for the purpose of gathering information. What I’m looking for is one person to play the head of the base deep in the Antarctic who is supposed to torture May. At first he does but through the days spent together May is told of the cause he represents and the two form an odd relationship, despite his tortures and threats he shows moments of kindness and compassion which eventually lead to the two falling in love…. Err… well something like that. If anyone is interested please pm me and we can hammer out details in more uh… detail… blushes


Name: May Everett

Codename: Raven

Appearance: May has long deep red hair that she usually keeps bound in a bun. Her skin is slightly pale which help enhance and draw attention to her green eyes. She stands at 5’7” and is fit if not with a slight bit of extra meat. She has two scars, one on her abdomen just above her left hip, which is only an inch wide and millimeter thick. The other is on her right inner thigh just above her kneecap, which registers a centimeter thick and two inches wide suffered from a bullet grazing her.

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Personality: A loyal and dedicated young agent. She is clever and intelligent, scoring high grades on all written exams presented to her by MI6, she faired well enough on the physical aspects but is hardly known for her physical ability. She’s professional and has a nose to the grindstone way of looking at things even if her eyes tend to peak up out of curiosity. A sweet and wholesome girl she has a down-to-earth personality and friendliness about her which made her easily approachable by peers within MI6.

Bio: Born to a single mother who succumbed during pregnancy, May grew up in an orphanage but was not held back by it. She seemed to succeed from an early age and was deemed gifted by her school before being pushed ahead. By the time she reached high school her accomplishments were noticed by the British Government and she was invited to a very private school in London which turned out to be a MI6 training academy. After her loyalty was tested and she proved herself to them she was informed of the nature of the school and with the prospect of serving her country she exuberantly pursued the career offered to her. At first she was merely a secretary to an established agent, taking notes and the like but as time moved on she gained more recognition within the agency and with her mentor the agent whom she served as secretary for. He recommended her to become an agent and with two years of training she was granted a rank as an agent. Her time in MI6 was short however as Interpol soon came to MI6 asking for agents for their newly formed ICE branch. She was one of a dozen agents loaned to Interpol before she ever completed a mission for MI6. It wasn’t long however before she was given her first mission for Interpol. The mission was part of an operation named Deep Blizzard.

The small aircraft soared over the white blanket of the Antarctic, a lonely bird in an otherwise vacant and lifeless stretch of globe. Inside agent May Everett watched through the window, anxiously awaiting her drop. She was bundled up in a mix of camouflaged snow attire and field armor. She knew how much time she had on the surface before she would freeze and planned to use that time efficiently so she could get back on the plane and back to the safety and significant climate difference of Europe.

“We’re coming up on the drop point.” The pilot called to her, drawing a thumbs up from May as she stood by the door while the co-pilot came and got ready to open it for her. He held up his hand, all fingers pointed straight out before slowly curling them in a silent countdown. When the last finger closed he opened the door and she pushed herself out of the open maw, now flying on her own as she sped towards the surface, pulling her chute to soften the landing.

May landed on the ground and was immediately thigh high in snow, the chariot which had brought her now out of sight. She disconnected the chute and wrapped it up, packing it into her backpack before heading north in the direction of the coordinates given. All she could see was snow for miles. It was blind luck that something glinted in her eye thanks to the sun. She hiked over the wet, white winter until she came upon a hatch.

“Command. Do you read? I’ve found a hatch.” She said as she pressed her hand to her ear but all she got was a scrambled response and a voice she couldn’t make out. She was a little worried considering the technology given to her was top-end and should have still transmitted perfectly which meant to her that something was blocking signals. She only hoped the plane would be able to still pick her up.

Clearing snow which had partially covered the hatch she turned the crank which acted as the handle and with a wicked squeal the rusted metal entry opened and she saw a ladder leading down to a metal grated catwalk. May stepped down into the facility and closed the hatch behind her. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear before undressing and setting her gear to the side. Drawing her gun she was now dressed in an all-black outfit which clung to her body.

“This is Raven, I’ve confirmed the facility.” She said into the still scrambled gear, sighing she pulled out a small micro-camera which she clipped on to her head. The camera sat over her right eye and looking through it she could pick up heat signatures though none in this freezing cold room. She could see her breath and as she inspected the area around her she could see her breath.

“No signs of life but the hatch was recently used judging by the partial snow coverage.” She noted as she moved forward along the catwalk towards a door on the other side of the room. There were many crates in what appeared to be a cargo hold in the next room over. No people though.

“Still no people, I’m going to go deeper in the complex and see what I can find.” She whispered into the microphone as she moved on. She came to a hallway with many doors and assumed this to be the dormitory. She pulled a door open and peered inside, confirming it was indeed the residence yet no people. A blessing by all regard but an oddity nonetheless. She left the dormitory and headed further down the long narrow hallway until she reached another room. It was filled with computers and empty as per the rest of the facility other than the aforementioned devices. May holstered her weapon and turned on one of the monitors as she sat, the screen flickered to life and she was immediately prompted for a password. She pulled a small device and plugged it into the usb of the motherboard and allowed it to do the work hacking the password.

“I’ve found a computer room of sorts, I’m attempting to search their system for data. Approximately ten minutes before I’m through.” She spoke and as she finished she heard the clang of metal on metal. Turning she drew her gun once more but oddly there was nothing and no one there. She sighed and went back to the computer. Hoping she could finish a download of their information before running into anyone in the seemingly devoid facility.

Dr. Walter Frost sat behind his bank of Monitors watching the woman work. It had been such an easy set up. She was apparently taken in by the apparent abandoned nature of one of the periphery nerve centers of the underground complex.
How had the Interpol idiots thought their plain would have gone undetected? His radar had had the plain their sights for a long time now. It was even now making a loop back around to retreave her. Or so she would think. He knew how such agents thought. He knew that she had to have an internal clock counting down the precise 25 minutes until her scheduled pick-up. Yes he knew when her pick up would be too. Of curse it hadn’t been hard for him to compute the time computations in his head, taking in the plains volicity and trajectory. The Doctor now watched other monitors showing his men’s approach. He would let her finish her download, prepare to leave, then they’d have he. She had to be new at this, she didn’t even have her gun out. He almost wanted to laugh, as one of his night stalkers. A little toy of his snuck up behind her. The black clothed man, who didn’t look quite right made a slight noise, giving her a chance to half turn around before he struck, his fist slamming into her jaw knocking her from the chair. The genetically altered man landed atop the agent with cat like grace pinning her to the ground, her hands pinned t her sides by his muscular legs, as he stripped her of her camera and headset to which he threw to one of the soldiers who had approached during the fight. The Soldier crushed the equipment under one heavy boot heal. Frost only smiled, all seemed to be going according to plan.

The downloads were just about complete, she still had fifteen minutes before pickup she was thankful not to need more. The computer signaled that the downloads were done. May breathed out a relieved sigh and grabbed the usb stub with the stored data. It was then she heard the shuffle of feet, turning just in time to present her face to an awaiting fist. Her hand made it half way to her weapon before she felt the crushing blow that sent her to the ground. Dazed she rolled onto her back and through a blurred eye saw the man above her.

He had her arms pinned and in the seconds following felt the digestion of her new situation dawn upon her. She was in trouble, she was compromised and the fear that came with that word surged through her very core. They proceeded to destroy her equipment, ensuring she would not be able to contact her plane. She wouldn’t make it to the pick up and would be left behind.

“I won’t talk.” She uttered to the man pinning her down, a brave lie. She knew she would say whatever they wanted her to. If not right away, eventually. Torture would come or possibly if she was lucky a quick death at the end of a gun.

“I won’t talk.” She repeated trying to reassure herself more than convince them.

The man atop her just growled something baring his teeth revealing cat like fangs. He flexed a hand and sharp claws sprang free hovering just above her face. "Oh you'll talk." Another man said approaching, bending over to strip her of her hand weapon. "Grull get her on her feet." The strainge man stood yanking her to her feet and pinned her hands behind her with one powerful hand the other still threatening her with the claws, as his partner, an ugly looking soldier who hadn't even bothered to put out his sigarette for the attack on her, proceeded to pat her down. Finding the knife in her boot, which he stuck in his own belt. "The Doctor knew you were coming." The man with the sigarette said taking a long drag, while, silent and ugly, the one called Grull stayed quiet still holding her with little apparent effort.

"Doctor?" She asked as she stored that information away, anything she could learn would be to her benefit. The frightening man if he could be called that still held her and she would not escape in his presence but she just ran through her mind every option just like training told her to. The man with the cigarette had a unsavoury look about him, and the fact that they had been waiting the whole time was frightening in itself.

"Listen. You may think you've won something but all you've done is draw more attention to yourselves. You get an inexperienced agent who knows nothing and you can torture for as long as you'd like but what you lost is any chance of survival yourselves. When they find out I've been compromised they'll send much more than a scout and if you're still here torturing me what do you think they'll do to you after they put a bullet in my head." Her British accent barely held up over her trembling. This was her worst nightmare, she was scared so much more than she could've imagined and there was no escape. Leaving the facility was as much a suicide as staying in it.

"Do yourselves a favour, kill me now and hide because they're coming." She spit at the ugly man and tested the grip of the bigger man, trying to pull her arms free.

as she started to struggle, Grull merely tightened his massive paw of a hand clamping down harder on her wrists. "Struggle all you want." The Sigarette man said smirking blowing a clowd of smoke in her face as he completely ignored her threats and plees. "Hold her still Grull, the doc never said I couldn't have some fun with her." and he began to loosen his belt with his right hand, still smoking with the left.

Frost watched the capture as it went. He did not intend to allow Mason to rape her, but he was curious to see how she would react to the threat. It ammused him to watch for now.

She tensed in the grip of the man who held her, and as the other spoke of fun and undid his belt she bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction but it would be his mistake to get too close to her and she would gladly let him come try her. She would snap his neck with a quick knee long before the brute would be able to react. She knew with her training she stood a good chance in a fair fight. This of course wasn’t a fair fight. Still if she was going to go down she was going to take somebody with her and she despised smoking so the man who blew smoke in her face would do just nicely to satisfy her primal urge to take an eye for an eye.

She watched his steps and marked a place on the ground with her eyes knowing once he passed that imaginary line he would be past the point of no return. A slight smirk came to her lips, which she played for seductive.

“Okay big boy. Let’s see what you got.” She said with a wink.

"Hold her." Samson said and Grull lifted her off the ground flipping her face down on one of the counter, pinning her arms behind her still, leaving her ass still covered up for approach by Samson. Grull growled at her his other hand pressing her head face first into the computer keyboard, she had just been working at not long before. Samson approached and reached out slapping her on her ass smirking at Grull. "Think she's ready for me?" he asked evily.

May stifled a yelp as he smacked her ass, pressing her boot heels together a small blade popped out of the back of the boot and she kicked her leg back as hard as she could, the sick satisfaction of her heel connecting with his loins.

“Oh I’m ready for you.” She said knowing she would pay for what she did but felt she was going to pay regardless and so this was a small victory in her situation which was spiraling downward. A moment of pride for her nation seeped through her body feeling like she had done her nation a good deed.

Mason fell back clutching his bleeding genitals, as grull's foot caught her in the other knee while she had her right leg in the air. Tendens popped as he kicked the leg out from onder her and drove her off the counter onto the ground his massive weight coming down on top of her snarling.

Frost watched the events unfolding. He had to admit that there was a strange form of justice that haralded Mason's injury. However he had to act now before the intencely loyal Grull killed her in retribution. The cat man had already slashed open her blouse, and currently had her face first in the ground. Frost rose to his feet deciding it was time to make an appearance soon.

May felt the wind get knocked out of her as she hit the ground and from the crack she heard it sounded like she'd cracked a rib. She lay there pinned beneath the grizzly man as he ripped her shirt she could do nothing but lay there under his massive form. Struggling did nothing to help and so she conserved her energy. Her eyes closed as she felt him prepare to finish the job the other had started.

"Call off your dog." She suddenly yelled out.

"Whoever is behind this if you want me to talk get your animal under control." She continued, these two were henchmen, no more and she was certain whoever had set this up was watching.

"That'll be enough Grull." came a deep male voice from somewhere behind the huge man. Growling, the creature nevertheless got off her and yanked her by one arm to her feet, like some kind of sick version of crack the wip. A tall well dressed man stood before her now, "Name, rank cerial number, country of origin, and legal afiliation." he snapped at her, his cold gray eyes showing no mercy. This man looked like someone who was used to getting answers. He was obviously the one in charge.

"So you're the boss hmm?" She ignored his questions, he knew it would take more than just asking to get anything from a trained agent. She looked him up and down, then spit some blood out of her mouth on the floor.

"Some operation you have here. I'm guessing the rest of the boys in Maya didn't care much for you. Why else would they shove you in an ice box in the middle of no where?" She winced slightly from the pain in her ribs, it made it hard to breathe out of her left lung. She knew he would at least pick up that she was British from her accent. The rest he would have to work for.

"Like I told your newly neutered bodyguard, you might as well kill me now. You won't get anything from me." She said bravely chin up out of pride.

"I'm thinking MI6 or Interpol." he said watching her face as he spoke, "Maybe CIA, but you're in too much pain to handle forging that british accent." he only smiled at her jab about the rest of Maya. She could think what she wanted. He knew the reason he was there. "Grull, take Mason to the med center." he said without looking at the nightstalker. He didn't need to he knew he would be doing exactly what he said. Just as he knew his two body guards were still flanking him behind him and to eather side. Both wore hoods, and looked imposing, there cowels hiding all but their eyes. He also had a second night stalker with him, but she did not need to know that. She had proved herself resourceful for a young agent he wasn't taking any chances with her, he had come prepared.

"Mmmm is that what you think?" She chirped with a slight smile she watched as Grull took Mason away. She would remember their names and took a head count of all the people she was up against. This was certain to get interesting.

"So what, are you going to analyze me all day? Or are we going to right to foreplay?" She queried in a catty snide tone.

"I've an appointment to get my hair done in Rome so if we're finished here I'll just get out of your hair and you can ponder your questions all you'd like. You and that bloody idiot Mason."

"He is a bit of an Idiot isn't he?" Frost mused smiling just a little. "So difficult to find decent help these days." She could see the two guards, but the third was not in her view. So she stood arayed agianst two cloaked bodyguards, and Frost, who was physically built well but wasn't as physically imposing as the guards. Rather he looked tough in a more sadistic scheming type of way. "What sort of foreplay did you have in mind?" he said learing at her half exposed breasts, due to her slashed and torn shirt. "So sorry about the blouse, I'll make sure to replace it while you lavish in my dungeon." he said.

She rolled her eyes at his comment about her blouse as she brought her arms up across her chest. The comment about a dungeon brought her ever closer to the realization of the inevitable torture she was faced with.

"I just don't understand what you think you're going to get out of me. You were smart enough to lure me down here so I'm thinking you want something and you should know enough that what you want won't be achieved with anything I know. Not that I'd tell you anything anyway. I count 2 guards with you, there are more right? How many three? Four? It's actually quite the compliment that I'd be considered that much of a threat. For a girl who spent her previous years counting receipts. Seems to me your plan has backfired some." She walked closer to him, her arms still crossed she had no intention of attacking and there was an unspoken knowledge between the two of them that they both knew she wasn't going anywhere.

"I have my reasons." was all he would say. Inside his head his mental timer neared 0. "I would ask you to turn your attention to the computer screen behind you, for a bit of a show, just to let you see how hopeless your situation is." he thumbed a remote he pulled from a pocket and the moniter lit up with a ground to air view of the wintery sky outside. And as he watched and his countdown neared 0, a small spy plain came into visual range, right on time to pick her up. "5 seconds." he said calmly. watching the screen. Just as planned as his mental countdown hit zero, there was a flash and the plain exploded in a brilliant flash. He didn't need to tell her it'd been hit by a small ground to air defense missile, possibly a Rocket propelled grenade, this was evident by the explosion. She would also know that he had been flying in low to pick her up with a dropped line, and no targetting had been needed, that he had been hit through visual sighting, meaning the pilot would have had no warning.
here was silence in the room until Frost spoke, "Welcome to station 001, the beginning and the end. You may consider yourself missing in action affective immediately." he said in a rather macabre paridy of a military order.

May felt sick to her stomach as she watched the plane explode. She took a couple steps back and wanted to collapse but held herself up. She breathed deeply, it was the loss of the two men that affected her most at the moment, she had known she wouldn't be leaving but those pilots were no threat, there was no need to kill them.

"The end... How long before that comes?" She asked in a moribund fashion, her will to know the answer wavered second to second. She wished now she could just be shot in the head and have it done with, the frightening thing about it was that she knew what was going to happen to her. Tortured, raped, dismembered then killed, she hoped it wouldn't be in that order.

He seemed to consider her question, "The end for you? Or the end for everyone else?" he finally asked turning her to face him, so he could again stare into her eyes now that he was even closer.

The words he spoke were reinforced by the intimidating tone of his voice and imposing figure to match. As she looked up at him she nearly trembled holding as strong as she could and fighting the fear he struck in her.

"You mean to kill innocent people? Wh... monster." She whispered the last word just barely audible as a breath. Her green eyes looked away from him down to the floor. May felt like she recessed, the agent that came to the facility had gone and now was just the girl May used to be before she got caught up in things bigger than her comprehension.

"Please... please kill me." She begged quietly. "Just shoot me now." She added, her eyes slowly coming up his chest to his eyes.

"I swear to you I am no use, a glorified desk clerk with delusions standing. I know nothing you need to know."

"Who said I wanted information from you? Your paltry Interpol forces are nothing to compare to my intolect and strength of arms, perhaps I have other plans for you." he said a slight smile playing around his lips. He could smell her fear, could sense it, and it had the twin effects of arousing and turning him off, this had always been a part of his dual nature. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair off her cheak, the gesture not seeming to fit with his persona.

Her eyes instinctively closed as his hand brushed hair from her face. They opened again to find his eyes looking at her. Or more accurately looking through her. She knew nothing she could say would do anything, so remained in silence. He was in control of the situation, waiting for the torture to begin was as nerve-wracking as the torture itself would be. Inside her head she prayed, reciting every verse of the bible she could remember.

Her lips silently forming the words as her head tilted downward, a single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. She elevated her eyes again to meet him and felt anger brew within her, it built up until she could no longer hold it in and expelled it from her through her fist as she threw a hard cross, connecting with his jaw.

"Bastard." She uttered as she seethed that anger from her eyes hoping to burn holes in him.

He took the hit, it barely seeming to stagger him. He had to be made of sterner stuff than he seemed. With the action the two body guards had drawn weapons, but Frost waved them back. Her blow had only seemed to spark his smile, it grew. "You don't give up do you?" he said his eyes again cold, that flash of tenderness when he'd brushed back her hair gone, and he just smiled down at her again. "Are you done hitting me? or would you like to try again? It will do you no good, but it just might make you feel better." he said his smile turning a little into a smirk.