Black Ops: A new breed.

[cats]

IC: The sun was seting in the distance. I was walking back to Fort Bulmus the hedquarters for the companys security. I must of stuck out like a soar thumb walking down the city streets. I smell like the sewers thats got to grab some peoples atention. "Last time I go on a bug hunt." I know it won't be the last time. It wasn't the first time I had to hunt something in the sewer. I've chace demons down there, mind worms nest down there and then there gaint sewer flukes... and other bugs. I never relised how much time I spend down there damn.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: "I'm takeing a shower now." I walk threw the door into the main building. Most of the non retired ops lived in this building. Well as far as security goes. The exception are the ops that working undercover and those the company have aranged famillys for.

I feel sorry for that last group. The company dosen't repect the familes those guys are alowed to build. When an important mision comes up and they go. Then they wind up dead leaveing behind a fammily that wonders why he spouse ran away. Or they aren't alowed to return to there familys for some reason then the ops tend to go insane, in which case there as good as dead.

Still a man can't live with out romance. I knoked on the apartment door. "Hey Tori, you in?" 'She's still on assiment Ed.' "Oh thanks Malarie." Well there gose my plans for this evening. I catch my own sent. Damn why the hell did I want to see her smelling like this any how. Ed, you are sliping. 'They also got you next mision lined up.' "Oh thanks?"

 

[poohlive]

The wiring had taken forever. He stood there, amidst hundreds of tiny panelling, things that even he had never seen before, trying to figure out which wire went to what, and why it had all been grouped together as it had been.
It was only a small piece of alien armor. Some wreckage from a previous mission, only bits and pieces there, but he had dove in just as eager.
It all made sense, despite its compact genius, except for the wiring. He had been here for...
Derwin glanced down at his watch, realizing the time. He had to double check to make sure it was afternoon and not early morning.
Wow, almost two days some 37 hours on this small piece of paneling that showed so much promise. The colors were what screwed him up. If the grey's used different color wiring, this would be over and done with.
All the same, some metallic neon gray that caught the light and reflected it in a hue of tint.
He had to keep wiping his eyes, the glare from it became too much at time.
Over and over again he had to start over, forgetting which one had been which. In the passed time, he had gone through several miles of wiring, still no closer to finding out just why in the hell they did it this way.
He put his tools down, shaking his head. The entire thing could wait while he took a small break. It wasn't going anywhere. He checked his change moving down to the small breakroom, complete with snacks and one of those candy machines.
Grabbing a coke and a small bag of chips, he relaxed in one of the couches, letting the past few hours leave him and his comfortness.
It wasn't easy, every time he closed his eyes, he saw mounds of tiny wiring threatening to choke him.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: I had taken my shower and changed into white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. I then got out dryed off and made my way to find out about the mission.

... 10 minutes latter...

I walk out with a slip of paper in my hand. I would memorize it and destroy it a while latter. The mision was sponsered by Technology in hopes of geting new gadgets to play with. Oh I rember last time I went out on a mision with a tech op. She took apart the radio to boost the power of it right about when I decided to call in for back up. Because of her Danny lost his leg to that gaint mantis.

Danny wasn't retired either. I guess the science guys grew him a new one, but last I here it's still not working quite right as I hear it. My guess is we're likely to have a science op come onto the mission as well. They probably want to study what the greys are trieing to do to get these girls pregnet.

 

[SecretDesires]

"Steady...Steady," The voice of Intellegence Operator Torres droned on in the background as the large metal vase lifted off the table. It wobbled a moment, dipped and then steady to progress in a bit of a crooked path toward the table on the other side of the room. Setting down it rocked a bit, just slightly too close to the edge-and fell with a huge clatter onto the laboratory floor.

Cursing, Stacy pushed herself back from the table where the vase had begun it's erratic course and opened her eyes to scowl at the dented container as everything was it's fault.

"You're not concentrating, Hampton," Torres' voice was snappish and irritated and right behind her,"With your level of talent that should have been a snap for you."

Stacy turned to glare at the older operative and gritted between her teeth,"How the hell am I supposed to concentrate with you behind me talking the whole time?"

Torres snorted at the outburst. He had dealt with Stacy before. "And you think on a mission there is going to be complete silence? That the Grey's aren't going to be coming at you making as much noise as possible? What are you going to do in that situation?"

Stacy whirled and her eyes fell on the oversized vase and suddenly it was in the air, suspended for just a second before whizzing past her, then past Torres so close that his hair lifted with the breeze it caused, to slam into the wall behind him denting the metal further and causing a crash loud enough to make Torres' assistant look up behind the transparent panel of the small lab room where she was monitoring the test.

Torres was unruffled. "Am I supposed to be impressed by that?" He said in a biting tone,"Anyone can throw a temper tantrum, a phy can just make that tantrum a bit more dangerous. Besides, you have weapons that can do more damage than throwing furniture can do. Something is wrong, Stace, and before I go putting you on another mission I want to know what it is."

Stacy sighed and sat down heavily in the chair. "I blew it last mission," She said with a bitter undertone to her voice, "I should have realized...I should have known that the assistant to our scientist was not what he appeared to be. Thats why they put me there-to find out the traitor in the group. Dammit! I should never have let my guard down. Now one of the most brilliant minds we have...one that was on the verge of a breakthrough in the fight of these-things!-is now in the hospital and, if he recovers, maybe brain damaged to the point of uselessness."

Torres sat down in a chair opposite her. He was the man that had found her in the 'Nut House' and gotten her released. He was the one that saw what she was, her potential and her inability to control the 'gifts' she had been born with. He had mentored her and put up with her, was her father figure as well as her teacher and he had seen her go through much worse than this.

"Stace,"He said leaning toward her to make their conversation as private as he could in a place where all the walls had ears,"You are human. I really wish you could remember that. I won't tell you that it won't be a great loss but we have other great minds as well as the good doctor's data which, thanks to you and your team, the Grey's were unable to get to. It's a small setback and may I remind you that you spent a bit of time after this mission in a hospital bed right here at HQ. Once you figured it out you did everything possible to protect the doctor and his data. Monahan still thinks that the Greys have managed to form a crude type of shielding against our Psy group. But, now that we know, we will be able to put our people onto it and stop it while that technology is in it's infancy. If nothing else, that alone was worth the mission."

Stacy Hampton sighed and pushed back trendils of hair that had fallen out of the ponytail she wore that day and let her shoulders slump. "Doesn't make me feel any better about it." She said but the fight had gone out of her at the logical reasoning from Torres.

"Good," He said rising,"Then next time you will be on your toes even more and they won't be able to get past you this time. Go get something to eat and grab a couple hours nap then come back to finish the test. After that I have an assignment for you. The best thing for you is to get back into the job and show yourself exactly what you can do."

Stacy nodded and walked toward the door, Torres' assistant buzzing the door open. Walking down the corridor to the breakroom she reached up to loosen the ponytail and let her hair fall down to it's regular shoulder-length looseness. Food and a nap and then a mission. Just a day in the life of a Black Ops Operator.

 

[poohlive]

"Derwin," the sound jolted him. He woke from his relaxed sleep on the couch, wide awake to the sound of an assistant pointing out the door.
"Derwin, right?"
It took him a minute to understand that he hadn't seen this person much before, just wandering around the place from time to time.
"Yes," he said, sitting back down.
"Oh, tough break. Did they tell you where it'll be?"
Derwin rubbed his head, feeling a bit of pain from being janked so hard out of sleep, "What do you mean?"
"The mission. They said they were bringing a techie, and we all freaked, sorry to hear it's your time man. Bite the big one for the rest of us, thanks."
He grabbed a soda, giving him a tiny salute, and then walked out of the room. Derwin flipped him the bird, sitting back in the chair. A mission? That had to be impossible, tech's hardly ever went on missions. They were lab rats, everyone knew that.
The masses did know about things before official papers were handed down. He had known about that moon expedition a month before Josh had gotten his papers. Oh, that was a messy one.
Damn, he hoped this wouldn't be too exciting.
As if on cue, a man in fatigues came in, handing him a piece of paper. Derwin thanked him, but didn't have time, the man turned and left without a word.
He read it, his heart dropping with each word.
God Damnit!
He looked up, noticing someone else in the break room. His eyes met her, for a moment. Stacy? He was sure it had been. He hadn't had a chance to speak with hr in a long time.
They must be really working her.
"How are things going?" He said casually, finishing his soda, and getting up to grab another.

 

[SecretDesires]

The sound of a man's voice broke in on Stacy's thoughts and she looked up to see a familiar face. Nodding her head to him in greeting she went over to the sandwich despenser and sighed.

"If it weren't forbidden I would do something to find out how old these sandwiches really are," She said as she made a selection and dropped her money in, grabbing a soda as well before sitting down and answering Derwin's question.

Taking a bite of sandwich and shaking her head she said,"There have been better days." She threw him a questioning look,"Or hasn't everyone already heard of my recent fiasco?"

She scowled as she took another bite of sandwich. "Would have thought they would keep me out of the action for a few weeks at least after that one but it seems I am going to be reassigned right after lunch. Don't know if it's Torres' handy work or the fact that they don't have much choice, wouldn't tell me exactly what the mission is."

A slight smile turned the corners of her mouth as she added,"Hope you Tech Guys have a whole lot of nice playtoys for me though. The way things are going I could use them."

 

[poohlive]

"That is a shame. I didn't hear anything though. The way they run this place, it's a wonder I hear any rumors at all."
He took a seat on the couch once more, something digging into his side. He put his hand back to grab it, and then realized what it was.
He let out a smile.
"Oh, speaking of little gadgets, try this on for size."
He threw it to her, a small black oblong box with a single button in the middle.
"It's a dispenser cube, still in prototype stage of course, but she works like a beauty. In theory," he said those words like they were a technicality, "It is supposed to alter the state of a room, at least to our eyes. Like, if you pressed it, it would turn the break room into..."
He gave her a motion to try it, curious as to what the results are.
"It can only be used in small rooms like this, holographic stuff. Works very well, if I might add, no one yet has figured out what they were looking at wasn't real."

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy caught the black box from out of the air, her training causing the movement to be automatic. Looking it over she felt her curiosity piqued and she pressed the button as instructed.

Her eyes flew wide open as the very walls around her seemed to shimmer for an instant and suddenly they weren't sitting in a breakroom anymore but we out in the open air at what looked like a rocky precept overlooking a river running below them. She took a deep breath and could almost smell the fresh air and scent of running water even though she knew they were still in the break room and what she was seeing was the holographic program being played upon the wall.

Whistling in appreciation she pressed the button again and the air shimmered breifly again and they were back in the break room. "Impressive," She said giving the box further examination,"Very impressive. What you Techies won't come up with next. Does it work with the Greys? Is their vision on the same enough wave length as ours to cause them to see the same thing or does it only work on the humans they control?"

 

[hybirdx]

Shawn gave an long sigh, as he put his head down on the railing looking out to the sea. "How long have I lived here now? 4, 5 years?" He though silently, he risen himself remmbering how he first arrived and began his training

"It wasn't too hard, seeing that I had a bit of training in Iga." he sighed as he went back in the room, "I need an change..."

 

[poohlive]

"To be honest, I don't know. The hologram itself is a program that is used by elecrotmagnetic pixels, shaping and shifting inside a small environment. I haven't had a chance to go over any gray biological research to make any alterations yet. To be truthful, I don't think any exists yet. I hate to say it, but looks like that'll have to be found out the hard way."
Close enough to a gray to find out if this little instrument worked on not almost surely held death. He didn't think he could find much of a way to use it practically, except perhaps to hold prisoners without their knowledge. They would think they were in a cave or something similiar.
"Still, something fun. We aren't down in the labs making guns and armor all the time, we get to have fun once in a while."
He put it back in his pocket, noticing a new face in the break room.
"Well, at least I'll get to try it out in my new assignment. My first one too, a little mission to help with some tech toy prototypes. I don't know the exact details," he took out the letter, "You know how they make these things so damn vague, hardly know what you are doing until you're already out there."

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy sighed and nodded, sweeping the remenants of her 'dinner' from the table and into a trash bin before rising. "That's the truth of it. I guess I will be seeing you again, though, Torres said something about an assignment of my own. For now a couple of hours of sleep. I am surprised they are sending Tech on a mission, must be one hell of a fucked up situation to require your expertise on the spot."

With a half salute to Derwin she found that she was yawning rudely and quickly covered her mouth. Leaving the breakroom she went to her quarters, a spartan room with bed, table, shower, a few books and paintings but not much else. The paintings were her own and many would think that she belonged back in the mental ward by looking at them. Most were ugly pictures that seemed to portray humans in warped, terrible ways. The funny thing was they were not her visions that she painted but rather glimpses of what she saw in the Grey's minds in that moment when she first touched upon their minds prior to delving into the more intellegent recesses. They were the primevil state of the mind of the enemy and reflected one thing-their intense hatred of the human race.

Many did not understand why she kept the pictures in her room but she was drawn to them, they were a piece of a puzzle, the tip of the iceberg where the enemy were concerned and, when she couldn't sleep, she would spend time examining them trying to understand this mind she had invaded but never throughly explored before. She didn't know if she would ever completely understand what was behind that hatred and that was not what concerned her at that moment.

The moment she lay back on the bed her eyes closed and her breathing evened out and she was asleep before she realized it.



It seemed she had only closed her eyes for a moment when the intercom in her room called for her attention. Groggily she looked at the clock beside her bed and realized she had actually been asleep for a couple hours. Not nearly long enough her body was telling her as she pushed her way off the bed and brushed her hair back from her face.

The intercom blared again and she hit the button beside it. "Yeah," She said her tone a bit short and bleary. Torres' voice came through the speaker. "Get down here. Your assignment is in and we have no time for testing, you will have to begin preparing for it now. Meet me in the lab in ten minutes."

Without replying she shut the intercom off and stumbled into the bathroom to splash water on her face. Looking in the mirror she grimaced and muttered,"A half asleep Psy, just what this mission needed I bet. I wonder if they realize that sleep goes a long way to prevent screw ups on the job. Especially when dealing with the mind."

Knowing she was not going to get any answers she dried her face off, brushed her hair back and headed out of her room and toward whatever assignment the higher powers that be had cooked up for her.

 

[cats]

Edgar

IC: I had flown to this base last night. One of the few bases used for all types of ops. Normally it's used for training in experinced ops or leting the older ones recover. This time however it's used as a stageing point. An attack on what is the highest cocentration of greys and there technology in the last 10 years.

Ofcoarse I'm heading the first wave. Two teams of 6 ops a peace are back up. There stationed to make there move if we need back up or are killed off.... Thats not going to happen though.

I looked around the room of techs, each one a mad scientist in there own right. Thank god theres only on in my squad. One of these gifted individuals made a scop to see behind walls. Stupid thing was covered in static and we spent 10 minutes shooting at a foe that turned out to be a house cat.

Lets see we also have an inteligence meber. I bet she spends an hour chooseing what gadget to take with her. On top of that it's probably that stupid scope that dosen't work. Or maybe these guys improved it so it explodes too.


What the hell are you working your self up for? You must be worried. One or two of these ops probably make gear that works, maybe the one on your squad for a change. Also every once in a while an inteligence meber comes up with a gadget thats useful. I wonder if She's seen the new James Bond film yet? I hope she hasn't Bond is such a bad influnce on inteligence mebers.

 

[hybirdx]

Shawb walked slowly through the base, although it wasn't his favorite thing to do, but it relived his stress when it was needed. He wondered if some of the men that left for some reason a week or so ago are back yet. His freind was in the group at the time, and he hasn't seen him around since then.

He stoped in front of an door, and knocked on it, "Hey sis. Are ya in there?"

"Yeah! The door's open"

 

[poohlive]

Derwin covered his yawn, looking back at the complex moving of wires that construted the entire plate. Miles and miles of it, all intertwining against each other, just to piss him off.
He had come to the conclusions the only reason it had been wired this way was because the gray's got their laughs at watching them examine for weeks and months junk that they threw out, complicated junk.
The plate right here, was a coffee table. Yes, a coffee table. The wires had just ben intertangled inside so that anyone looking at it, would think it to be something important and have someone spend half of their life figuring it out.
Of course, any tech who slayed over a hard piece of alien technology went through their false theories. A few of them went so far as to make believable evidence, talk to the higher ups. No one believed them, and why would they?
The grays were too inteligent to explode coffee tables in the middle of California, and scraping the sides of a few agents while they did it.
The armor was coming together now, as he reached the end, each wire had found a secluded part in the domistructure, and as it weeded itself out, the pattern became more clear and consice.
Had he bothered to check, it would have been the early morning, not that it mattered. He hadn't seen the sun in months, and as the bright halogen lights continued to pour their false sunshine into the rooms at a constant rate, night and day were nothing more than constructs of fantasy, old myths that the techies shared over the few minutes they got to spend in the break room.
"Of course," he blurted out, "Just like the skin. Blood vessels, carrying energy and food to each of the cells, coming out from the heart. It breaks up, seperates, and feeds energy to the few individual cells that it is a part of. This coffee table does the same thing. Instead of powering the entire plate at once, it just takes care of its own little square, and each one does the same, so that the result is the same, but the process itself uses less energy overall, and can withstand hundreds of times more damage."
My god, they were advanced. He had always been told that, but the truth, the evidence before him, sometimes it threw one for a loop.
"I need coffee, and a power operation process. I want to see this puppy in action."
One of the techie guys shook his head, glancing at the clock, "No way, you've got your briefing in a few hours, you should get some sleep."
Derwin growled, but another glance at the clock told him it was true. He grabbed his lab coat, and walked across the length of the building, moving to where the briefing would be held.
He didn't want to bother going back to his room, instead, get some shut eye here.
The meeting wouldn't be for 5 hours or so, and he could just sleep until then.
Finding a comfortable chair, he dimmed the lights and found a peaceful corner to lay his head.
Sleep came in an instant.

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy entered into the lab room and approached Torres who was bent over his pretty assistant giving some kind of instructions about some kind of program. Or at least that was what it looked like. Knowing Torres you could never tell, especially when a pretty girl was involved. He had never hit on Stacy but then again he had taken the role of father figure almost from the beginning and it had always stayed that way.

Clearing her throat to get his attention it was still a couple of moments before he turned to take her to the side and give her a piece of paper. He always insisted on giving her her assignments instead of it being delivered the normal way. It was a bit overprotective but, secretly, Stacy appreciated the gesture.

One look at Torres' face told her that this was not one of her routine assignment and she opened the paper he handed her with trepidation. She read it, paused and read it again. Looking at Torres she said,"They have got to be kidding!" But her mentor shook his head. "It comes straight from the top. Its a real situation and it's a real dangerous situation at that. Your breifing is in a few hours. After that you are to visit Tech for some things to, hopefully, help keep you alive. Until then I want you to meditate and get ready for this assignment, it's not going to be an easy one."

Torres moved off to give her time to digest the new information. It sent her mind spinning as well as her stomach. If she dwelt upon it too much she would get sick at the thought of what the Greys were doing. Instead she jammed the paper in a pocket and left for the breifing room and some peace where she could meditate before heading out. When she got there she was surprised to see a figure on the couch apparently sleeping. Not wanting to wake the figure up and preferring the dark to meditate anyway, she found a spot on the floor to settle into and closed her eyes letting everything else fall away as she tried to find and hold that center of calm she had been trained to find in order to strengthen and control her 'gift'.

 

[Jazzi]

Tomoe "Tom" Yoshinaka

You’re going to be fine,

Tom said gently as she leaned over the injured security officer. The small woman gave the man an encouraging smile and a reassuring squeeze of his large hand before the waiting medical team wheeled the gurney away. Thankfully she had been able to stabilize his vital signs and stop the bleeding on the flight back.

Once the elevator doors slide shut did she then turn around to give her full attention to the mission leader. A tall man who had been yelling at her non-stop since the team had returned back to base. The small woman regarded him quietly as he continued on with his tirade,

And further more, Doctor, you will listen to my orders! My orders! Do you hear me?! My orders when you’re on my team!

The man towered over her, his face was red with anger as he shook a large finger in front of her face. She glared at him unfazed. She tilted her head as she studied the vein that throbbed near the side of his temple. Finally she spoke,

No.

With that said, Tom stepped around the stunned mission leader and began to walk down the hallway.

What do you mean ‘No’? No, you didn’t hear me or no, you won’t listen to my orders?

the man roared in fury. Tom stopped and sighed tiredly. The man was an idiot. Without turning around, she answered him, her voice no longer gentle and soft but cold and dangerous,

No to both. My priority on this mission was the health and welfare of the team. Not you or anyone will keep me from doing my job. Now, please, Shut Up!

She continued walking down the long hallway, ignoring the man’s loud hollering which suddenly choked off midway into silence. A small smile touched her lips. The mission leader would regain his voice as soon as she was out of range. Though her immediate superior would give her a warning for using her psy skill so, it was well worth it.

Tom stepped into a side elevator. She couldn’t wait for a shower. As the doors slide shut, the hallway echoed loudly,

Bitch!

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: The tech room was dull, and probably dangerous with some of these techs around. I wondered why I had even come into this area in the first place. Still I knew the answer.

Techs aswell as inteligence mebers tend to p[uill gadgets out of there asses and use them with out explaining there plans to me first. Then I wind up confused and mebers of my team are at risk. I came here to get a rough idea at what some of the things the techs here were working on.

I adjusted my tie. I'll wait in the breifing room for the next few hours. I need to start figureing out my plan of attack now.

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy's eyes fluttered open as if they were on an alarm clock and it wasn't far from the truth. Her biological clock was set so that she would come out of her meditation at a certain point barring being snuck up upon at which point she would be out of meditation and into a defensive stance in moments.

Standing, she saw that whoever was sleeping on the couch was still snoring away and decided not to disturb him/her though the profile looked more like a him. In fact it looked rather familiar. Oh well, she would find out when the breifing began she could hear him breathing in a normal patter so no warning bells were going off. He was probably exahusted. The higher ups tended to forget that their operatives were flesh and blood and prone to need things such as food and sleep not to mention an occasional shower so they could all stand each other on their numerous assignment.

Having stood up, Stacy began a series of stretching exercises she used routinely after meditation. It gave her time to come back to the 'real' world and to calm her senses down to a low roar as well as block out any stray thoughts that might have filtered through when her guard was down. She wondered how many other Psys had as much problems obeying the Thought Stealing Command as it was christianed by those not of Psy orgin. If they only knew how hard she worked to turn off the constant barrage of random thoughts and how very uninteresting it was to hear what some low level tech thought of the hot new secretary/assistant/operator or what the guy next to you in luch line thought of the cook's cooking skills they would understand that she had no desire to enter any mind she did not have to and was not commanded to enter.

Taking her time, she streatched out any kinks that had begun to form as she was sitting on the hard ground, enjoying the relative silence that surrounded her. She knew it wasn't going to last and soon she would be mired in the hateful thoughts of many Greys whose ideas of pleasantries were not something to be desired.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: I had been siting in my seat faceing the wall for several minutes. I glanced down at my watch. I should of started the breifing 10 minutes ago. "Their all late." I turned around to face the door.

There were several ops there. 'Are you going to start the breifing any time soon.' "Oh didn't here any of you come in. My mistake." I turned around suprised. Even the techie got in here with out makeing a sound. I must be sliping.

"This mission will have three op teams. All of you are with me in the first team. We have the actual job on this mision. Now as you people should of been informed this mission is a mix of infitration, search and destroy, and capturing civillains taken by the greys." I wonder what the comapny plans to do with the civillains, are they going to exicute then after studying them or do they actully have a plan.

"The mission takes place on a small island nation near Cuba. The island has a mix of tropical forrest mountinous trerran and civilain areas. Intel shows they greys have there base some where in this area." I point to a mountin towards the center of the island.

"Or we beleave it's in that area the team the company sent in disapeared halfway threw the transmision. We are assumeing they are now dead." Poor soles, my god have pitty on them.

"Our mission is the first wave. We are to free the prisioners and then cotact the remaining two opp squads for clean up, or if we abort they'll be sent in guns ablazeing." So if I do my job right those other squads are pretty much on vaction, lucky them.

"Plain leaves in an hour. Mision dosen't start til tomorow gives us a little time to prepare and survey the area. Dissmissed."

 

[SecretDesires]

Leave it to security to be blunt and to the point. We go in and kick butt or die and, by the way, someone already tried it and got fried. Now there was always wonderful news.

An hour to get ready and the rest of the time on a plane. Stacy's body was going to pay her back for this-big time. With a sigh she headed out the door and toward the Tech area. Time for some toys.

Entering the Tech area she grabbed a standard issue backpack and walked over to one of the techies. "I want anything I can fit into a small space such as a pocket and a few things to carry in the bag that are easy to dump and explodable in case the enemy gets it. Don't forget to make the detinator small and...let's see...I'll wear it as an earring." She said knowing they knew her penchant for form fitting clothing with lots of hidden pockets. "And if you try to pass that damn disfunctional scope off onto me I am going to kick someones ass. I have my own scopes to see the building with. Any number of the ugly beasts."

Another thought came to her and she said,"Oh, yeah and throw in that new holographic black box as well. I hear you need it field tested and I think I am just the woman to do it."

After being issued everything she requested she headed to her room for a quick shower and change. Adorned in black form fitting pants, boots and long sleeved shirt with the slim items hidden in the many pockets in her clothes she added one last touch, a cigarette box...the kind you find at the antique store-slim and ornate. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail and making a last inspection to make sure none of the items on her person were visable she slung the back pack over her shoulder and headed toward the docking area and their mission.

 

[hybirdx]

Shawn opened the door and walked in, seeing that his sister was sitting dow on the couch, he wasn't the only one she was waiting for. "Why did you call me sis?"

She gave him a kind look, "Well, I needed to see how my little brother is feeling, after that acident!"

Shawn groaned as he lowered his head, and shifted it to the side. "I'm fine now, it was only an acident"

 

[poohlive]

It was pretty cut and dry, Derwin moved along the halls back to his little corner in the tech world. Simple and easy to do, a mission that would require both skill and strenth, and a bit of luck wouldn't hurt too bad.
He just didn't understand why a tech was supposed to go on the mission. Most tech's were required to go on a mission or two, eventually it just didn't serve any purpose for them not to go. There were specfic tech missions where technology and advanced weaponry were vital to the mission, but this didn't seem like that at all. It was just a search and rescue, why take a tech when you can take a few hundred pounds worth of ammunition in his place?
He grabbed a heavey duty cart, rolling it into the tech area. He wanted to work on that armor, while he had a chance. A few hours in the air would help anyone out. Without thought, he went through the place, grabbing as much equipment as he felt necessary. Computers and laser trial technology, it wouldn't work, but he felt more comfortable with something to do on the mission.
Some deplodable bombs, trajectory readings and input-output frequencies that just made a tech drool with delight.
He hauled them into the back of the plane, stuffing them with a few of his own equipment. He hadn't fired off a round since his academy days. A gun, with its smooth metal carressing against his hand both thrilled and scared him. He was a scientist, a builder, not a killer.
Shaking his head, he went on to move the equipment inside.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: I looked at my mision chart. Okay the tech is named Derwin. I walked up to the tech who was pushing something and carrying a lot of gear. "Derwin is it? Make shure you pack the gear needed to bypass Grey security. Your comeing to handle all the comps and wireing we have to deal with. So pack acordingly."

Okay who's next?

.... Latter....

Stacy hmm. A psy op, she can understand grey code to an extent. Lucky girl if she where to be fluent in it she would probably gone crazzy by now. The company dosen't keep awol psy ops alive very long.

"Okay Stacy is it?" I walked up by the girl as she walked out of her room. "Do you watch James bond Movies?" 'Pardon me?' "Never mind. I'm guesing your purpose in this group is to monitur grey activy as best as you can. Also we are in another cuntry are you familar with Guston? The island we are going to?"

 

[hybirdx]

"So sis, realy, why did you call me here?"

Shawn's sister sighed "I already said, Shawn, You where badly hurt in that acident, and at the same time you came down with an flu? What happens if were infected with an new, uncontrollable diseise because of it?"

"Erin... I'm fine! And if it did happen, Joey would just fix me up!"

"Shawn, Joppo is the reason that you were hurt."

Shawn sat down by his sister, and sighed "You know... he hates it when you call him Joppo?"

"Is he here?" Shawan shook his head "Then why do you care? any ways, he's afraid of me, not the other way round! If that Tech junkie doesn't like it, he'll just have to stand up to me!" She said with an smile

"I guess so..."