Special Ops

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

ooc: oh yeah... like as if you didn't expect to be missed... I'm sure you were just biding your time... just waiting for the women to all fall over themselves in a frenzy before you made your grand reappearance... [grins]... looks like it worked! [lol]

IC:
Vixen smiled as she scored a sexy smile from Phoenix. She really couldn't wait to get reaquainted with all his other parts.

She licked her lips in anticipation when Phoenix mentioned money. Money always made her feel so horny. She let herself indulge in a little shiver as she contemplated it before focusing again on the dark leader of the Steel Fist, wondering what his evil plan was.

OOC: Hey Phoenix... not sure if Morgoth is still posting... we may have to play his character until he gets back into this... I'll try and contact the others to make sure they're aware that this thread is still breathing... [grins]

 

[KillerMuffin]

She knew Malik from the list. He was worth a couple of million or so dead with no questions asked. Alive, he was worth quite a bit more. There was a basement in Langley that could unlock even the stubbornest mouth. Of course, she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy. At least not yet. And billions were far more attractive than millions.

The woman, she didn't know. She eyed her up and down, seeing right through the cheap girlfriend facade. Better ally than foe, that was certain.

Muffin smiled banally and leaned casually against the Ferrarri, as if her ass rested on such things every day. She waited for Brett to speak like a good little killer.

 

[Moneytalks]

Brett Briggs

Brett nodded at the three he had gathered before him. He stood away from the Ferrari and started to walk further into the parking lot. He didn't pause, however he did glance over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow as if to say... 'well... coming or not?'

The others looked back at the Ferrari that he'd been leaning against like he owned and then to Brett who was still walking away from them.

Vixen grinned. "That guy sure can act..." her eyes sparkled with amusement as she started to walk after him. Her hips swaying seductively in the tight leather pants she wore. Her briefcase still in her right hand.

Brett lead them to a non-descript blue Chyrsler and pulled out a bunch of keys. He pointed the remote central locking device and with a "blip" the doors unlocked. He slid into the driver's side easily. Vixen followed slipping into the front passenger seat and flashing Brett a smile as she did so.

"You bring what you were asked to?" Brett asked nodding at her briefcase.

"Sure... wasn't that difficult really..." she replied sassily.

His mouth twitched slightly with amusement at the cockiness but he didn't question her further. Once the other two had settled in the back seat he eased the care out of the parking lot and they headed out of town.

They drove for several miles in silence.

The highway taking them futher and further away from any recognisable civilisation. As it was, the bar they had been in was practically on the outskirts.

Finally Brett turned off the main road onto a barely recognisable dirt track. The care rattled and shook as he eased it deeper and deeper into the wooded area. Finally after what seemed like an hour they stopped. He got out of the car without a word and the rest were left to follow him once again.

The walked for a bit until they came to a really run down old shack. When they reached the door Vixen noticed, that the shack seemed old but the hinges on the door were new. There had been some adjustments made, but not enough to make the shack look lived in.

Brett opened the door and directly inside was... well exactly what was expected. A damp, dirty, neglected old room. He walked inside and pulled back an old rug that had practically blended with the floor. Beneath it was a trap door. He opened it indicated that they should go down the ladder that led down into it. They did. He followed suit but not before checking that the trap door would pull down the rug with it.

Finally they were in some dark underground cement tunnel. He turned right. They followed, it was sparingly lit but servicable and they all noticed a few doors that were bolted securely shut along the way. Finally they reached the very end of the tunnel and a large smooth door with no visible signs of entry.

It was only when Brett placed his hand on the side that they saw the sheet of glass that was a scanning device. A green glow encompassed his hand and after a second a great clank was heard and then the doors slid open with an electronic whoosh.

"Come... see what it is I have planned for us..." he smiled leading them inside. The door whooshed shut after they all entered the room. It was full of computers and screens and several personell were operating surveilance equipment. It was a busy place and clearly a lot of money went into it.

Vixen licked her lips... "mmmm... " her hands twitched apon seeing the stuff before her... he had a fucking huge operation... why... she could probably stalk her ex-lover through this thing... zoom into his bedroom and see what kind of freak he was screwing with this time. Brett smiled at her obvious appreciation.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Sorry guys. My net wouldn't work for some reason. It's on again, though, so everything's cool.

IC: Brett stepped to another door. "Follow me", he whispered. He opened the door and stepped through into blackness the others followed him. Then, the lights came on all at once. Rank after rank of perfectly uniformed soldiers stood, each with an M22, with sniper scope, laser target, and grenade launcher add-ons. A standard .44 sidearm was in a holster on their thighs. A few tanks stood behind them, and 20 or so cobra attack gunships sat quietly. Another 10 Chinook transports sat off to the side. As the soldiers saw their leader, with even more proffessional soldiers than them, they cheered wildly. Brett ushered for silence. "Tomorrow will be our first major undertaking. we have bought off the Triad and they will be attacking the Empire State Building. We, meanwhile, dressed up as everyday brokers, will wak into the World Trade Center, an assembleable gun of choice in your briefcase. We will then make our way to the Bussiness Ministers office, where all of them will be held hostage. We then will have our own Chinook fly them, under gaurd by a few Cobras, to one of our small forest bases. They will be ransomed for 1 billion apiece. Any nation that will not meet our demands within 5 hours will lose their Minister. Then, when all of the money has been gathered, our wonderful ministers will explode. I won't tell you how yet, but I garauntee you, you'll like it", he said, a sincere smile of delight on his face at the thought of killing every major bussiness minister in the world. "Dismissed!" The word was barked out by a colonel who stood at the top of the steps out of their war room. The troops quickly filed out, leaving only Brett and his mercenaries. "Your money will be wired to you tomorrow morning. Any equipment you need, ask for it at the request station. Your rooms are bugged, with hidden cameras everywhere. Keep in mind however, that the permanent members of the Fist have given up worldly pleasures, and that you have nothing to fear. When we make love, it is only to produce offspring and not for the fun you seek of it", he spoke to them, looking at Phoenix and Vixen the whole time, mirth creeping into his voice. Then, he turned on his heel, and exited the room to go to his office, where he could relax.

 

[Phoenix]

I nodded when he said my money will be wired by tommorrow morning. Well that is comforting because if we did not recieve cash up front I would have to kill him and his entire platoon of terrorist just to make sure no one knew I was involved with them. After all I have an image to maintain.

I listen to Brett tell us about our rooms being bugged and watched that was no big deal but what he said next had a profound impact on me.

No sex before a mission!!??? Good lord these people are sick and evil. It is a good thing me and Vixen are freelancers because I can not belong to an operation that does not allow me the opportunity to the horizontal roulette as often as possible

When Brett walked out of the room, I knew I had to talk to Vixen in private but like he said the entire place was bugged. Pulling out a small note pad and a pen wrote small enough so the camera's could not pick it up
" OK what do you make of that guy." Then I handed the note to Vixen and awaited her response.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen read the note and grinned. She faced Phoenix and rolled her eyes exressively, then gave the universal hand signal for 'jerk off'. She smirked.

She pulled out a cigarette, which surprised Phoenix as she hardly ever smoked except when she needed to to go under cover. She lit up and lit up the note at the same time. It barely made any ash at all as it fell to the floor. She inhaled deeply and exhaled and stream of smoke eyeing the place they found themselves in.

"Feels like I'm in a damned prison..." she muttered.

 

[poohlive]

Wrapping his legs around a single rope he dangled upside down once again. Quickly he took off the fron panel, showing the wires and other devices inside. He smiled, most of it he actually didn't know. Truth be told, he wasn't a bomb expert.
All you had to know was which wire to cut.
He cut the wire.
The clock stopped at 0:32.
A minute and a half. A new record.
He slid down the rope, looking at the fron door. His commanding oficer walked into the room, shaking his hand.
"Nice job, where did you learn that?"
"From the best sir," the officer nodded, glancing back at someone still outside the door.
"Listen, Garret, we've got something that needs... your special skills."
His ears perked up, as he tried to see who was on the other side of the door.
"A special operations unit that needs a few new members. You see, it's...."
"The 32nd Counter Terrorist Unit?"
The offier nodded, "Yes. They need someone with your range of skills. Weapons, defusion, hand to hand combat."
Garret shook his head, "Their are hundreds of people greater than me at all those things though."
The officer nodded, "Yes, but your the only one who has all of these skills. It's very useful for the team. Beside, they are going to start training again anyway. You have just reached another level."
Garret recieved a letter, which basically told him the same thing. More importantly it said where he was supposed to be debriefed about everything. An aiport hanger, in the middle of nowhere.
Packing all of his bags he made his way out there. It didn't seem like a regular CT group. Most of them were made from the best of the best. Why did they want the mediocre of the mediocre?
Shaking his head, Garret jumped into his car and made his way out to the hanger.
( i am assuming at least some good guys are still here... speak to me people)

 

[Phoenix]

"The Phoenix" Malik Styles

As I silently laughed at Vixen guesture for Briggs, the realization that as long as I am in this join I can not get laid hit me hard. I watched as she lit the note and her cigarette at the same time. While she took puffs and drags off her cigarette, I silently watched and admired her. Did she know how sexy she looked tonight. I was turned on but I have to remember this is a buisness outing and I have to maintain my professionalism. Looking over at her with the sexiest grin I could manage I said " How bout we give their hidden cameras something to watch."

I knew she would say no, but I had to say something to pass the time

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen glanced side-ways at him with a soft smile. She inhaled again and blew the smoke out in a ring as she contemplated him. Openly admiring his physique.

"Well now..." she smiled even more playfully... "it depends... do you think we'll get into trouble for it?" She flicked her cigarette to her feet and crushed it out with her heel, in the same movement stepping closer to him. Smooth.

"And more importantly.." she continued.. "do you think we can get her to join us?" She nodded her head at Muffin. She grinned at his look of surprise and used that moment to wrap her hands around his neck and pull him close. Her lips pressing against his... suddenly soft... delicately urging him to open to her. He didn't disappoint.. she gasped with delight as he took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth before pushing her away.

She laughed softly.

"Well... shall we check out our quarters then? I believe I'll be wanting to leave this particular place as soon as possible..." She walked towards Muffin and stopped.

Cocking her head to the side with a small smile she looked into the other woman's eyes. "Hi.." she reached out a slender hand... "my name is Vixen.." She winked at Phoenix over Muffin's shoulder. He just rolled his eyes at her and laughed.

 

[Phoenix]

"Phoenix" Styles in "I can't think of a horny sophmoric title tonight for this post&q

As I watched her think and smoke at the same time I had to admit it was very.. how can I put delicately.... arousing.

I was kinda surprised at the mention of a threeway from her, however I did not have time to think as she kissed me softy at first. I decided to be the aggressor and slide my tongue into her mouth.

Right before she walked over to Muffin I responded to her earlier questions "Trouble darlin? We are planning to kidnap diplomats from the World Trade Center. I think that a nice romp would be the last thing we have to worry about getting into trouble for. As for her well I can't make any promises darlin but I am sure you are making her nipples hard because she is staring at you"

Watching introduce her self I could not help but laugh. This would be an innocent guesture to most but when you go by the name Vixen there is nothing innocent about anything.

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

[lol]... I'm CRUSHED! You couldn't think of a horny sounding title?? DUUUUDE... that has to be a first! [winks]

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen wiggles her ass at Phoenix knowingly.

She was about to hear what Muffin had to say when she noticed something.

"Phoenix... is that what I think it is?" She nods her head towards one of the screens which at present projected what looked like security footage of an area enclosed on all sides... the security was trained on a leathal looking weapon of mass destruction.

She whistled appreciatively.

"Intelligent weaponry... " she sighed as if her dream man had just been made real.

"I thought the military had denied all knowledge of this..." she grinned as she walked closer to the screen. As abruptly as it had been shown it now disappeared, replaced with some incomprehensible computer jibberish.

"Damn..." she hissed looking over the keyboard built in beneath the monitor. As quickly as she had angered she switched back to sultry as she turned to face Phoenix again.

"Well lover... since we're here and we have time to kill... wanna get naughty with me?" She grinned as she hooked her arm around his and started them walking towards their rooms. "Coming sweet thing?" She called over her shoulder at Muffin.

Vixen pulled Phoenix into her room with her and looked around the simple quarters. It was comfortable but bland. She sighed as she sat heavily onto the bed testing the springiness of the matress.

 

[Morgoth]

The Iron Fist heavy squadron lined up in the training room. "Now listen up boys. You have to place the laser marker so that it sees the targets. Then, the 4th division will fire at the opposite wall. Finally, as soon as they fire, everyone falls flat and I throw a frag grenade. Any questions?" There were non. "Good. Now!" he shouted. The markers were placed quickly, and then they fell flat. The 4th fired their weapons at the opposite wall, and the bullets spun around in midair, re-directing themselves at the targets the markers were pointed at. Everyone but Brett fell flat. e threw the grenade, and jumped down just as the bullets whizzed overhead. The bullets, all armor piercing rounds, tore the targets to shreds, the grenade leaving minute pieces of them. everyone stood up. "Excellent. Good excercise. Remember, tomorrow, you are the most important part of the mission. So don't FUCK UP!" he shouted, then relaxed. "Good hunting!" he saluted to them, then spun on his heel and went to his office. There, he pulled a lever and the wall slid away, revealing an enormous cache of weaponry. He began cleaning each peice, then looading them lovingly.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: Sorry that I've been away for so long but I'm ready to get back into this.

IC: As soon as Craig finished his run he looked around to see where everyone was and found to his amazement and shock that he couldn't see anyone. He ran over to where the shooting range was and wondered if they were there and saw only regular soldiers there and as he stood there the only thought that came into his head was Where the hell is everyone?!

 

[poohlive]

"Ok, what in the hell is going on?"
He looked at the place, wondering where everyone was. He could have sworn there were more than 0 people in the 32nd. He shrugged, going back into his car.
He quickly put in a call to one of the higher ups.
"Ahh, yes. Garret, what can I do for you?"
"Why did you put me in the 32nd? I want the truth."
The man sighed, looking at his computer screen, "Honestly, we need someone with inside information on one of the people who we think is working for the Iron Fist now."
Garret shook his head, "I don't know anybody."
"Does the name Vixen ring a bell?"
His heart sunk. How many times was that one month going to come back to haunt him.
"What about her?"
"Out of all the "people" she's ever encountered, you're the only one still alive."
Garret was suddenly in shock. That wasn't true was it? It gave a new meaning to the word deadly ex. Was he truly the only one? He remembered the last night together, she had left suddenly. All he saw was a note....
"You are our ace in the hole, so to speak. You know more about this woman than anyone else we can find."
He didn't even know her last name.
"I'll do my best," he said, hanging up the phone. Stepping out of the car he kept looking for someone, anyone who he could at least tell he'd been transferred.
Boy, what kind of counter terrorist group was this?

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Nice twist there Poohlive... [grins with an approving nod]...

Looks like Angelus is back in the game... so you can hook up with him at wherever your team is suppossed to be... I'll try and get the others to come back too... I've been PMing them... if you need to take over some of the other characters for now... please feel free

 

[poohlive]

Hee hee, I just figured the fastest way to grow enemies with everyone, and still have my character get laid would definitely turn some heads... among other things.

 

[Dharwal]

Any Bad Guy Slots still open?

If so.

Name: Maehad Samir
Nationality: Isreali
Training: After dissappearing from his Isreali Border Guard post Samir spent 3 years in a Lebanon Terrorist camp.
Skills: Expert Marksmen and highly skilled using explosives and trained on lock picking, mechanical and electrical.
Weapons On Hand: Beretta TOC (.45) (usually in holster at the small of his back), and a small .38 S & W revolver in a hidden boot draw
Signature Weapons: Frenchi SPAS 12, Steyr TMP, .50 Barret with 28x Night/IR Scope

Description: 5'10" and 76kg, with short shaved hair. Right Arm bares many scars due to being to close to a grenade explosion while moving to cover.

 

[Dharwal]

Maehad Samir

Things had been too easy for Maehad, way too easy, not one task in a year and he started to get a little worried. From his old average of havingat least 1 favor asked of him per month, this was like an extended holiday.

Pondering this, Maehad reassembled his now cleaned his piece, pulled the trigger and slammed home a magazine, this was a daily ritual, one performed each day since his first day in the army.

Strapping the holster to his back, Maehad straightened his shirt and exited the hotel room he was currently staying at. He needed a job, something to get him back into the game after his long absence.

 

[Angelus]

Craig looked around, still trying to figure out where everyone was and the only thought that came to his head was that they had gone out on a mission without him. That actually sounded plausible as Gunns was a little annoyed at him for arriving late but then he figured out that there was no way they would do that to him, he was a part of the team. He looked around for a bit before he decided to go to the command center.

He turned in that direction and began running, his mind still going over what was happening and trying to figure out where the rest of the team was. As soon as he entered the command center everyone the first person he saw was the general that commanded the base and he thought Oh oh, this is not good.

Craig walked over to where the general stood and was about to say something until the genaral said, "There is no need to say anything. I want you to go and meet a new member of the group. He is probably wondering what is going on, with no members of this group out to meet him. Now go and get Garret and bring him here."
"Is that his name sir?"
"Of course that is his name Craig. Now go out there and meet the poor man."

Craig turned and walked from the command center and wondered where this person was until he saw a person standing near the gunnery range, looking around and he figured out that it had to be the new member of the group. Craig ran towards the gunnery range and as soon as he was near the man he put his hand out and said, "I hope to god that you are Garret because if not then this is a really crazy way to meet a perfect stranger."

 

[Phoenix]

Malik Styles in "Room Service or is that servicing the room"

As I watched her test the springs of the mattress I grinned my most charming grin and said " there are better ways to test how sturdy the springs in the bed are."As she caught on to my cheesy come on line I walked over next to her and sat right next to her on the bed.

From the bed I scanned the room studying and taking in every detail and angle concievable. It was easy to memorize everything because the room is remarkable bland. It was definately a throwback to my days in the as a member of the military Special Forces Unit.

I decided there were much better things to do then study the room. I looked over at Vixen and with lust in my eyes, I pulled her close and delivered a hot passionate kiss before she could even think of resisting.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Phoenix, Moneytalks, try to be fairly quick with your sex. You can have more of it when the mission is done.

IC: Brett was bored as hell. "I'm gonna get some fresh air", he told a gaurd as he began climbing the ladder. he was outside quickly. He jumped into a beetle and drove off to New York, wearing gloves and a full body suit. As soon as he came into New York, he tensed up. He drove to the nearest polic station, and yanked a grenade launcher out of the car. he fired five times, then drove to the next station. He did the same to the next 10 stations, then threw the launcher away. He placed a large time bomb in the car, and put a stick on the gas, then steered the the car towards City Hall. It smashed through the entrance, then exploded, tearing City Hall wide open. He took off the body suit and helmet, then threw them into a fountain. He walked to the nearest car. Smashing a window, he unlocked the door and got in. The alarm went in, and the groggy owner poked his head out of a window. "Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing?" he screamed. Brett laughed as he shot him between the eyes. He stuck a knife into the ignition and drove away. When he got close enough to the shack, he ditched the ca, then from a distanc, threw a grenade into it.

 

[Dharwal]

Maehad

This part of town was in chaos, horns, sirens and lights flashed and buzzed around, something major and of great importance happeed somewhere not long ago.

Rounding the block of buildings the distinct smell of smoke was smelt in the air, glancing further down the road, black columns of it drifted in the air while rubble and other debris was scattered around.

Able to tell the work of a proffesional from a thug, Maehad, deciding to leave a mark of his own, pulling four tiny radio pin detonators from a pocket and a handful sizedblock of semtex, split it into four equal parts, and inserted a detonator into each,

Moving towards the nearest parked car, Samir placed one charge under the body of the car, missing half a dozen cars he then placed another before crossing the road and repeating the process.

Walking away from his work he turned the corner and continued walking while pulling out a his tiny remote, this remote had been through it all, and been with him since leaving Lebanon, extending the tiny antenae, he flicked the magic switch.

Instantaneously the four charges exploded, being small charges they only demolished each car and sent debris everywhere, but others in the city would know that he personally was in the city, his known calling card was now activated and others wouldknow where to find him.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah," Garret shook the man's hand, glancing over his shoulder. This guy wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but then again, at least he was here.
"Yes, I'm Garret. Well, my code name is Garret. My real name is stupid, so I won't bother telling it to you."
He grabbed his stuff out of the car, locking it up.
"Ok, I have no clue what I'm doing here. So is there an initiation or training or something I should be aware of?"
He followed the man across the compound.

 

[Angelus]

Craig looked at Garret and the only thing that was going through his head was What an arrogant prick.
"Yeah, there is some training that you have to go through but by the look of ya I think you'll be able to pass it easily. It isn't that hard, well not for anyone here it ain't. Now, do you want to go and see the general or go straight into training because I missed mine this morning and I would love to see how good you are. You up for it?"