Night's Edge.

[Angelus]

OOC: Okay.... this is a spy thread- kind of like James Bond. I'll take the main character.

Name: Lars Alden
Age: 26
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel

Lars is one of the best spies in the world and only a few really know that he exists. He has one nemesis that he has never been able to capture. His nemesis has tried to kill him on more than one occasion but due to his uncanny luck Lars has escaped alive.


Okay.... that's my character. What I need is-

The villian: an evil, maniacal person who's soul purpose in life is to take over the world and kill Lars while doing it.

Okay..... so I can't think of anyone else that I would like but if you want to join in post an OOC of your character and then post away. Just remember the villian has to be as nasty as you can make him or her.

But I will need henchmen and an assistant to Lars- male or female and anyone else you would like to be.

Come on..... join. It'll be a hell of a lot of fun!

 

[Ravenloft]

Mr. Chance:

The man was nothing much to fear, in his appearance as he strode into a stale, cold laboratory. A man of advancing years looked up from where he sat at a heavy, black, science lab table and his eyes went wide. "You're not authorized to be in here!" He called out, getting to his feet, three other scientists took notice of this now. With a sly smile, the man, who walked with a thin, black cane in hand tilted his head to the side as he leveled the canes end toward the old man who was now apporaching him, to shoo him out. The air ws knifed, making a distinct *Zip* sound as a dart fired from the end of his cane and plowed its way into the old scientists throat. The other scientists scrambled as they saw him fall, limply to the floor. Two men rushed into the room, on either side of the man with the cane as he strode proudly toward the crumpled old man before him. They held Fa-Mas's and opened fire, dropping the other scientists in a strobing flash of bullets.

It all took less than a minute... Then the man with the cane had the old scientist taken away, and loaded into an unmarked limo, driving off.

 

[Angelus]

Lars

As he drove down the street Lars was wondering where he had gone wrong. He had been so close this time just to have that snake crawl straight through his hands again. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator and roared off down the street, heading towards his home and his headquarters.

He didn't even give the guard enough time to look at his pass as he drove straight past him. He was in a foul mood and even the guard could tell as he looked at the back of his head. Lars drove straight to his spot and parked the car there with a screech of rubber as he braked then got out of his car and headed towards the main building.

What he didn't expect though was his boss to be standing there. He looked at his boss who said, "You failed to catch him again Lars. Follow me- we have a serious discussion we have to make."

Lars didn't say a thing, just followed his boss and wondered how badly he was going to get yelled at this time.

 

[papillon24]

Corrie Justine

I waited in the office for Lars and the boss to show up. I had been sitting at a desk so long I forgot what it was like to work in the field. I was to be Lars' assistant from now on and I was to be part of the meeting.

I saw the boss walk in with Lars trailing behind him.

OOC: 5'8 with long black hair.
Often compared to Lucy Liu.
Dressed in black leather

 

[Angelus]

OOC: Would anyone like to be my boss?

Come on.... I need someone to be my boss.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Vera Larks

“In my office…now…” I snapped at Lars and Corrie, brushing past both of them as I told my secretary, in the same voice, to hold all my calls for the moment.

Shoving the office door open with my hip, I seated myself behind the broad mahogany desk. Propping my feet up on it as well, I flipped open the dark gray folder to a full-page color photo of the scientist, who had become my never-ending headache for the last few weeks. Turning it around so both Lars and Corrie could see it, I tapped the margin with the tip of my short nail.

“You see him? I’m beginning to hate his face. In fact, I never want to see his face again, Lars, until he’s lying on a refrigerated slab twenty-two floors down.”

Closing the folder with a snap and returning it to my silver embossed blotter, I ran a hand through my short, spiky blonde hair in frustration. It was a style that suited my sharp-tongued attitude and lingering Brooklyn accent far better than the conservative look of any of the older female execs. Looking down my nose at the pair, I crossed my arms and continued.

“Lars, you’re one of my best. Hell, to be straight with ya, you are my best. But you are not living up to my expectations at the moment…”

 

[Ravenloft]

Mr Chance:

Leaning forward on his cane, watching over the old scientists shoulder as he worked, the man leered in silence. The old man lifted his head, feeling the evil gaze upon him. Turning slowly to look, he already knew it was his captor... "Mr. Chance... To what do I own your visit to this time?" The old man asked. "Is the device completed?" Mr Chance asked. "It will be, forthwith sir..." The scientist replied, nervously, something about the way Mr. Chance talked, it always had this effect on him. He'd crawl away into a corner if he could, just to not hear it any more. "Good, step it up old man, I want it completed by day's end..."

"D... Day's end?" The man asked, shocked. Mr. Chance had turned to leave already but stopped and spun about to glare at the scientist. "Yes. Day's end, the end of the day, at night fall, when the light has gone wane!" Mr. Chance strode up to the scientist and the man cringed backward, nearly falling, he would have it hadn't been for the table top pressed against the small of his back.

Mr. Chance lifted a black silk gloved hand as if he were about to back hand the man, then with a sniff, he dropped it to his side. "Do you understand?" He hissed sharply. The old man could only nod, fear silencing his tongue.

 

[Angelus]

Lars

Right now Lars couldn't think of a thing to say. He had expected to have his head almost ripped off by Vera, my boss but she had just told me that I wasn't living up to her expectations. He really didn't know what to say at the moment but when he saw that she was looking straight at him he knew that he had to say something.

"I know; but the only thing I can say is that I almost had that bastard this time but as usually he got away. He does live up to his name of Chance."

He knew that what he had just said was no where near good enough. He stood there and from the corner of his eye saw the woman that was standing next to him and turned to her with a smile. He was shocked to see that she didn't smile back and he had a feeling she was hear for business and nothing else.

Lars turned back to Vera and said, "There are only two things that I have to ask you. The first thing is, what is my next assignment- where are you sending me? And the second is, sorry about this who is the person standing next to me. I don't think we have been properly introduced."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Vera

"Lars Alden…Corrie Justine. Corrie Justine…Lars Alden. She's your temporary appendage, for the moment, although depending on how this case goes, you two may be on a more permanent status. So I suggest you try to get along."

Reaching to the panel flush with my desk drawer, I pressed a button to pull up a map of eastern Australia on the 71” overhead screen on the wall behind me.

“Australia. The Whitsunday region, to be exact.”

Pulling out three first-class tickets, emblazoned with Quanta’s signature red and white kangaroo, I fanned them over my desktop.

“Your still on this case, Alden, provided you don’t fuck up again. Only catch is, I’m stuck babysitting you.”

Holding up my hands to quiet his oncoming outburst before it happened, knowing he hated the thought of needing someone to help him, I glared him into silence.

“I know, I know. I’ve tried to weasel my way out of it. They say no. They want someone over your shoulder 24/7. So just shut up and deal with your male ego problem on your own time.

Changing the image overhead so that it now showed two grainy surveillance photos, I continued.

“We have reason to believe Chance has people working for him there, fronted by a privately-funded solar research lab. They do a lot of pro bono work for the tree huggers, and have been involved with the Queensland government on past ozone pollution issues. This is the man behind the money - Marcus Brickford.”

Flipping to the next side, I glanced behind me at the man and woman, arm in arm, standing on a white sand beach.

“The Mavilchs are our local contacts. They run a small, chartered sea-plane tourist business, taking off from South Molle Island. Both are our guys, and have agreed to be fully hospitable.”

Reaching for my coffee, I sipped at it, grimacing, for it was the cup from this morning I hadn’t had time to drink, and was cold by this point in time. Looking between the two, I pushed the recessed drawer back into place.

“Any questions? Speak now…or forever hold your peace…”

 

[papillon24]

Corrie

I stood back and listened as the mission was explained. We were to head to The out back to hunt down a tree hugger supporter.

I started to get excited. Tthen I remembered the last time out a few years back. I was after a secret weapon locked away in a chinese vault. I never did get it and my asistant was killed in the process.

"I have a question for you boss. For what reasons was I chosen to leave my desk and join this mission. Last time I was in the field I fucked up big time costing us a personel and a few explosives. Why is it I get a second chance?"

 

[Angelus]

Lars

Lars looked at Vera and then at Corrine and said, "What are you two. Nuts?! There is no way in hell I am dragging the two of you along to Australia- especially with a green field agent. I want to get Chance but I don't want to be killed in the process."

He turned and looked at Corrine, "I know what I said was cruel and you are probably thinking really heartless but I haven't had a partner in a long time and whenever I do they end up being killed. Now, do you really want to go with me?"

Before she had a chance to answer Lars turned to Vera and put his hands onto the top of the table, leaning forward. He knew that he was skating on thin ice by doing this and he could tell it by the look on Vera's face.

 

[Ravenloft]

Mr. Chance:

Five hours had passed, and dusk had arived. Pressing a button upon a metalic panel that was embedded in the arm rest of his chair, Mr. Chance spoke. "Has the device been completed?" A moments pause, then the crackling responce. "Yes." "Is it ready to be employed?" "Yes sir..." "Good, first it will broadcast through to the nearest satalite, then we will bounce it along, to every bloody satalite up there in cold space... the worlds populace... They will be my willing drones... Each and every one of them... DO IT NOW!" Chance barked. And it was done, the beam was sent, and slowly, over the next few hours, his corrupt plan fell into place, the beam being weaved from one satalite to the next, like a black spider, weaving its web, Mr. Chance sat back and watched...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Vera

I had read through Corrie‘s file…losing a partner, and the only thing to help her cope was the piles of paperwork she was handed to drown her worries with. She had had talent…a natural knack for the job and an eye for detail…a talent that needed to be brought back out of it’s temporary 'retirement.'

“Let’s just say, you’re being rediscovered all over again.”

Smiling at her, I turned to Lars, clenching the silver pen tightly between my fingers, determined to keep his arguments down to a minimum, for the moment. Once we were on the plane, he could bitch all he liked - for the entire sixteen-hour flight, for all I cared, until his throat was raw.

“Certain people believe a little feminine level-headedness will help cool your hotheaded decisions. A woman’s touch is like magic, y’know…

And don’t think we can’t take care of ourselves, Alden, Corrie is anything but a green field agent and you are not the only hotshot in this room. Understood?”

 

[dogchild]

Dusk. Austraila.

Nakumi was working for the SDF--Japan's defense force. Her family was Ninja as far back as they could trace their lineage. Her training had begun early, with her grandfather and some very well designed games of hide and seek. Fifteen years later, she had signed up to protect Japan. Though Japan was not supposed to have agents, everyone knew they did... though they tended to stay out of everyone's way.

Nakumi's mission was simple. Find out what Chance was up to. Find Chance's superweapon (if it even existed) and steal the technology for Japan. And at all costs, beat Lars Alden to it. Widely known (at least in the Japanese Intelligence community) for destroying everything in sight (the Nuclear plant in Uzbeckistan, those boats in Venice, the submarine in the Pacific [that's when Japan started watching him]... and a number of Chance's former "superweapons" that Japan had wanted for her own) Lars was to be avoided... though he was pretty good looking. For a gaijin, that is.

She'd beaten Lars there... but where was Chance? She needed a lead...

 

[dogchild]

OOC
What agency does Lars work for?

 

[Angelus]

OOC

Damn good question..... I would have to say the agency is a joint NSA/CIA one.

They are the ones that go in and do the jobs no other agency will do.

 

[Guest]

Lars

Lars took a step back and stood at what was close to attention. He looked at Vera and said, "Yes boss. I totally understand. I am not the only hotshot in this room and I will work with whoever my partner is to the best of my ability. I have but one thing to ask. When do we leave and is it alright if I see Alan as I need a new weapon. My last one was lost. It is probably at the bottom of the Atlantic now."

He could tell by the look on Vera's face that she didn't expect him to acknowledge what she had just told him. He smiled at her and wondered what she was going to say next but turned to Corrie and said, "Okay, seeming as we know each other; kind of we should start to get along and if we argue our mission will be ruined before it begins."

 

[Angelus]

I don't have a clue what happened there.

 

[Ravenloft]

Somewhere, in the cold of a winter night, a man had been watching infomercials, insomnia wracking his brain. He stood, walked to the safe he owned, setting in the corner of his bed room wardrobe... Inside was a pistol and a single box of ammo... He broke the box open and loaded the gun that he had only ever loaded once before, mostly out of fear, fear of the streets of detroit... Five minutes later, he feared nothing... Giving his life to Chance.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Vera

“Trying to get on my good side, Alden?” I eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then let my face relax into a cocky half-smile. “Best idea you’ve had all week.”

Taking a tentative sip at the lukewarm coffee again, I handed them their passports.

“Alan is ready and waiting…I think he has a few things up his sleeve that you’ll be at least marginally impressed with.”

Turning to the dark-eyed female, I continued.

“Corrie, you can go with Lars as well. I’m not sure what piece you’re carrying, but whatever it is, Alan can make it even better.”