Catacombe City

[Duntrune]

Security - Top Secret. Urgent

Topic: Operative G6 and better needed for undercover assignment in Catacombe city. Volunteer only

Gender: Female

Description: Catacombe city refers, in the venacular, to the part of the subway system fallen into disuse following the Christmas Day earth quake which sheared off the trunk line under the Central station. The maze of tunnels became partially flooded. Repair was deemed impossible. The abandoned system was turned into a subterranean refuge for many of the city's disadvantaged elements. It became a city under a city. Without proper patrolling, an alternative system of governance developed under a loose federations of subterranean gangs with connections to their surface counterparts. Various attempts has been made to infiltrate, control, and ultimately to disband these organization - with limited success.

Of these gangs, the ascendant Dark Angels has been considered the most troublesome, mainly because their criminal activities involved the City Surface. They include abduction from the surface population to facilitate a slave trade underground. The last communication from greenstone (our agent in place) indicated a shift in the balance of power, favoring the Dark Angels.

Our directive: locate and eliminate the leader of the Dark Angels.

Comments: The only operatives that have had any success in infiltrating the Dark Angels have been female. For that reason, we are recruiting a female volunteer.

Qualifications: skilled in the basics, must be technically adept. all advance skill sets expected of a female operative will be needed. Our contacts are considered unreliable at best, and agent must be able to work independently for long periods without guidance under what can only be described as extremely perilous conditions.

 

[Wolk]

Wow, what a great idea! I would love to participate in one way or another if there is room for a male character.

 

[Vero]

I've PMed Duntrune if they'ed let me be the female. It looks like all sorts of fun.

 

[Duntrune]

Welcome

Everyone's welcome

Provided, of course, that you make up a character that goes with the story. I'll try to tie it all together and give it a shove. You can either just post your character idea here or PM me, and then off we go.

 

[Vero]

Trillian

Not knowing what to expect, but seperately wanting off the desk work, I sent my bio and volunteer form into HQ. My team had gone onto bigger and better assignments after I had gotten injured on the last one, leaving me on the desk, languishing until I could prove myself in the field on a solo op.

Like the Dark Angel request.

The folder I sent in was thin, my top grades at an engineering university, my even better scores on a multitude of qualifying evaluations, notes from my sensei, the dismal mission failure that shattered my collarbone, three ribs and my pelvis due to negligance of a team member (I should have been faster, seen it coming sooner, landed better...stop, focus on the future.), the physical therapist's clean bill of health, and more importantly, the shrink's sign off on sending me back into the field. Finally, the top sheet with my picture and the short bio.

The picture always made me cringe - I look like such a little girl, not a super tough secret agent. Pixie heart shaped face, mid back length straight blonde hair, so pale it just glows gold, blue eyes - like someone's kid sister, complete with the dusting of freckles over a little upturned nose and dimples. The head to toes picture isn't much better - I was a gymnast before I started competing with judo, and even with all the training I do, my hips and breasts are more round than anyone can take seriously. Not many look past the hour glass figure to see the muscle. Not that I can't take a biker twice my size down neatly, just that he's laughing all the way to the floor (sometimes it takes knocking the breath out of them a few times to get them to stop.)

I can't intimidate my way out of a paper bag - though several times on missions I've convinced security I was someone's little sister, lost and confused. It has its benefits - if I could just get into the field!

 

[crynsanthum]

(Character idea)

Nozomi
Japanese woman trained in ninjitsu. Works as an operative for the Japanese CIA. 5'10", very fit, relies upon her skills reather than technology, but understands the besics of security technology.

 

[Wolk]

It is dark; pitch-black, even, if you were to ask a surface dweller, yet he felt very comfortable. Years spent under the surface with only short visits topside trained his sences, made them adapt. His eyes turned so sensitive he could actually see in the deep dark tunnels where the only light was coming from slightly warm objects.

Many in the underworld used flashlights, torches and the like. Fools. He could see them from miles away as the miniscule refracted amounts of light they thought would be nowhere near strong enough to see, illuminated his world as brightly as a surface dweller's would be by a fireworks display. Hard to miss that.

Of course, it had a downside. With eyes so sensitive even moderate light caused him impossible pain. He solved it with chameleon contact lenses: the wonderful devices that turned more and more dark the more intense light that hit them became. Thus, he no longer needed to worry about pain, leaving only one inconvenience: his eyes seemed completely pitch-black under normal light conditions.

A small price to pay considering that his talents were in demand, and Dark Angels were a generous bunch.

He preffered to operate in and around the partially flooded areas, where the normal enemy would be completely blind to his presence. So he was now, hybrenating, breathing very slowly in his closed-circuit SCUBA, so very quietly that his sounds could not be picked up over the noises of running water.

His task was a boring one that day. As the area was disputed between Dark Angels and a rival Hellrazers gang, each side sent patrols there. That day Hellrazers wouldn't see any Angels. Except him. Yet, that should be enough.

Steve "Nightfish" Cox was not always an elite Dark Angel, of course. A long, long time ago - four years, it must have been - he was a handsome, happy, college student and athlete. On the day of the accursed Christmas Day he was taking the subway with his family, on the way to a big family gathering at the grandparents'. When the quake struck, the tunnel was flooded in moments. He was the only survivor from the entire train, it must have been, must have been no other star swimmers on it. That was how it all began for him. The rescue never came and Steve did not see the surface again for two full years. When he did, he realized there was nothing up there for him to come back to.

Faint light brought him out of his thoughts. Slowly, Steve readied his harpoon gun. Ten minutes later they came into his sights - a group of four Hellrazer divers, traveling in formation and making enough noise to think they were novice divers going after Carribbean corals. He waited a moment, seeing the four heads above water clearly - the buggers must have been trying to save oxygen. Three thumps came in a row as compressed gas canisters opened, propelling the sharp harpoon bolts and driving them deeply into the divers' heads. At the fourth, his gun jammed, but Steve reacted faster than the remaining diver could. Taking out his knife, Steve dived, avoiding the frantically searching beam of light. Moments later the blade sunk into soft flesh, and it was all over. Steve collected the gear and swam back, aiming to enjoy the rest of his day now that the work was done.

 

[Wolk]

bump

OOC: So, is this going anywhere?

 

[Vero]

OOC: I'm waiting for a contact or assignment or something...so...no idea?