Deep Cover

[superstud1134]

((Finally getting this opened up, anyone who feels like joining please post on the OOC thread with the same name))

*Omni Corp. A large legal office in downtown Chicago, a tall full glass skyscraper was a nice addition to the Windy City's skyline. It had just come around about six years ago when it's success in NYC had given the option to expand to Chicago. It was a warm spring day and most of the business me and women were outside having their lunch in the plaza underneath the large structure, all eating tai food or talking on cell phone to people they saw only 5 minutes ago. In this sea of corporate drones the sight of a bike messenger was an odd one.*

"Ok Talvarian you got 7 mins after you get past security..now move it"

*And yet there was one weaving a mountain bike threw the iron table and business drones. A pair of shades on his face and skull cap on his head. He had a "Life Is Good" T-shirt on that was torn and spotted with paint and a pair of cargo short that were equal tattered. On his back was a small L.L. Bean backpack with a Wind City Delivery patch hastily sewn on.

He sighed as the voice of his watcher clicked in his ear, quietly muttering to himself as he checked out a passing girl*

Yeah yeah yeah I hear ya.....

*he had been sent on this job to recover a set of files saying that Omni Corp. was funding an illegal weapons ring in Chile. It was locked on a computer on the 25th floor. Tricky..just how he liked it. He made his way into the lobby, pretty much the clone of every building lobby in this part of town, all marble with with what was supposed to be a sculpture in the middle with a small information des in the middle. An old lady sat behind it, typing away at a computer. He smiled and walked up to her. Time for the charm.*

Hey there sweetheart, got a package here...

*the old woman looked at him coldly over her thick glasses*

For?

For......*he took out a piece of crumpled paper* Jeff Garrison on the 25th floor..some documents I think, I dunno I just delivery them...

*he smiled at her again but her expression did not change*

ID?

*Hew went into a cloth wallet and flipped out a Windy City ID with his scruffy face on it. He smiled*

That's me....

*she glanced at the ID*

Back threw security then to the elevators....

*he nodded and walked off, muttering to himself*

Whatever happened to attractive secretaries?

*the voice in his ear chuckled*

Your guess is as good as mine man....

*he walked threw the metal detector and then to a large security guard*

Purpose of visit?

Delivery

*the guard pinned a messenger badge to his t-shirt and Luke shrugged and walked to the elevator which he rode up with a few other people*

Stylish little badge you got there...

Fuck you..7 mins. starting now....

*he went into his pocket and pulled out a small metallic cylinder and pressed down on the top making a small red light blink. It was a device to scramble the buildings security camera for a short time, hence the 7 minutes. It came to his floor and weaved his way through the suits. he stood there a moment and walked down the hall to a bathroom and went into a stall*

time for act 2...

Get an Armani this time?

Of course. you know how I do....

*when the door to the stall opened a completely different person steeped out in a 3 piece navy blue armani suit and thick rimmed glasses, with a Omni Crop badge clipped to the pocket. He walked out and down the hall.

alright there's an unmarked door on the left, 5 minutes....

I know I know, I pay attention in briefings...

Really? I hadn't noticed...

Fuck you...

*he came to the door and there was a numeric lock, he went into a pocket and pulled out a small blue metal device and placed it on top of the key pad. Lights on the device clicked red, yellow then green and the door clicked open*

I love you guys little toys...

*when he stepped inside he saw a room filled with processors humming quietly and in the center was a computer. He walked over quickly and sat popping in a disk*

Ok what am I looking for?

And you said you pay attention.....CHILFUN.TXT....4 mins...

*he scrolled threw the numerous files and found it*

come to daddy....

*he dragged it onto the disk and it copied, popping the disk out. He left the room and closed the door. He walked down the hall and a passing business man nodded to him*

Hey Jim....

Hey....you

*he puts his head down and continued on*

god I hate that..

Yeah me too...3 mins...get changed and on that elevator

*he went into the bathroom and started to change putting the clothes back in the backpack.*

Why am I always the skeezy bike messenger?

You fit the part I guess....2 mins

*he checked himself in the mirror and walked out, walking quickly down the hall. just as security ran by he slipped in the elevator and sighed*

How'd you get so lucky?

just my way I suppose....

*the elevator came to the lobby and he stepped out walking back threw security and tossed the guard his delivery badge. He walked past the information desk and smiled at the old woman.8

Sweetheart, great to see you again, we'll have lunch I promise..

*the old woman fumed as he walked ut the door*

Your such a prick.....

I know....

*he hopped on his bike and began riding threw the plaza, much emptier as the employees of Omni Corp. filtered back in*

Very nice work my friend..now get back here so we can take a look at what we got.....

*he smiled as he peddled down the street*

God I love this job.......

 

[Khadgar]

Pierre LeNoir

Pierre Shut down the video feed from Talvarian and took off the headset. leaning back in his chair and looking around the dark room. they had gotten it. Talvarian was a good guy, not too humerous though, and lately his comebacks and swearing were a little uncreative, but hey, an agent is to get the job done, and what more could you ask of the guy? Pierre glanced back at the tracking feed, Talvarian was still on course, but not moving very fast.
Pierre licked the headset up and opened the com line. making sure it was scrambled. Pierres French accent comming through the earpiece Talvarian was wearing. "Hey, see another model in a ferrari? or do i have to open the video again to make sure you're not getting yourself too deep into your pants?" Pierre laughed heartily, tuening ooff the pick up so Talvarian wouldn't hear his mirth.

 

[PmTick]

Somewhere in South America

General Sneed hopped into the army hummer that was taking him to meet one of Lucas operatives, he would unload the d4 chip and make some serious cash in the process. Suddenly another man materalized in the van in a deep blue jumpsuit, not even allowing him room to see.

"So your the elusive Sjiorn Blue eh?" THe man just knodded in response. He took out a small radio and gave it to Sneed.

"Sneed this is Lucas, kindly give Mr. Blue the d4 chip."

"Whoa, not until I see some cash!!"

Sjiorn passed a small duffled bag to the General. Sneed tore the bag open and looked inside. He couldn't believe he was actually holding fourty million dollars in his hands. Sneed handing the blue man the computer chip, in a small jewelry box. Sjiorn blue quickly disappeard into the air, along with the chip.

As the hummer headed back to the meeting point Sneed realized that Sjiorn left the radio. Suddenly it began beeping and the duffle bag started clicking. The hummer burst into a brilliant explosion, frying Sneed who would later have to be identified by DNA samples.

 

[Khadgar]

bump

 

[PmTick]

OOC; Jeeze I guess another one bites the dust.

 

[Khadgar]

.... shit

 

[superstud1134]

OOC: IT'S NOT DEAD GUYS!! Just been a tad too busy to keep up with it.....and the fact that we lost ALOT of people...but it's not dead..

 

[xMorganx]

OOC:hey hey i am still here, sorry i was out of the country over the weekend.Here i go.


Mel walked in the doors of the CIA offices in New York City. She nodded to James the security officer behind the desk as she placed her hand on the DNA detection device. As she felt the pinch of a tiny skin sample being taken by the machine she thought to herself of all the ways she knew to fool the complicated system, though refusing to say she knew how to outloud for her own security.After the tiny beeps letting the deskman know she was a CIA agent the elevator opened and Melinie steped in.


As the elavator reached the 5th floor Melinie got off with a bunch of other agents and operatives. Standing out against the oogles of grey, navy, and bland black suits. Mel liked to dress in a more flattering manner for her young age,with her short pink skirt and white blouse. As she walked towards her office she could feel the eyes of some of the guys on her. She knew she was pretty but frankly couldn't give a damn about it. SLidding her card into the coded lock to her office she looked back at the room full of agents reading briefings and scrambling to put together updates of their latest missions. The door clicked and Mel entered sat at her computer and read the latest briefings.It appeared there were some large money transfers in the former eastern bloc of the soviet. and the usual terrorist sightings. though what caught her eye was an email from Red davis head forinsic scientest here in new york
***
After entering the subbasement which was the morgue for all agents killed here and abroad. Not to mention any military personel or enemy capture and killed. Melenie threw on a spare lab jacket and entered into the audtopsy room.

"an agent by the name of Sands was killed in the southern area of Tanzinia yesterday. and this.." Red pointed to a mangled charred body. "is whats left."
without response mel scraped some of the blackened dust off of what appeared to be the groin area and placed it in a vile. putting on her glasses she inspected the grains closely and said quite frankly. "you realize this man was killed not by a bomb or a fire... he was sprayed with a combination, anthrax, Toxic chemical C and ,D-9. thus causing him a very slow and painful death. where his body basicly burned from the inside out." as mel cut into the body. "from what you see here, the mixture wasn't ingested. it was injected into the heart. my guess it that his field emergeny kit of heart starting drugs was laced. check his heart fr any signs of injection." and with that mel threw hre gloves away. threw the aide the lab coat and exited. from behind her she could hear Red yell "COCKY BITCH." true she hated the man and could do his job and that of his half wit staff but she had some investigating to do upstairs.

 

[PmTick]

Arnold Lucas

Lucas stared at the mainframe, watching the camera he had blue place in the CIA headquarters 6 months ago. "They don't expect a thing yet. Blue contact our operatives and tell them to upload the virus in their respective targets. Then ready the video camera so we can send a greeting, we will have them cowering by lunchtime!"