The Omega Project

[GuyValentine]

In the government there are many different agencies with many different divisions. The one that no one knows about is the Omega Project. A shadow division of the NSA, the Omega Project is the agency that takes care of the problems that no one wants to think about. They work completly independent of any government affiliation, and they answer only to the director of the NSA. The men and women of the Omega Project were carefully chosen for their skills and attributes, each bringing something different to the team. These individuals, when they were chosen, had to forsake any life that they had before the Project, abandoning everything they knew, even their names, going only by their code names. Now there is a threat rising in the world, a new strain of a deadly bio-chemical agent that would devistate any that it was unleashed upon. It now falls upong the Omega Project to make the world safe once again.

(I'm looking for several agents for the Omega Project team, several bio-terrorists or zealots, maybe a director of the NSA)



Shane Weston
Code Name: Shadow
Specialization: Sniping, Tracking,
Years with the NSA: 2
Age: 26
Height: 6' 1
Weight: 200
Hair: Blonde, slightly shaggy
Eyes: piercing blue

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm MacDonald
Code Name: Black Death
Specialization: Demolitions, stealth, assasination
Years with the NSA: 10
Age: 33
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 220 pounds
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Striking Green

Malcolm has been working with the NSA for 10 years, more specifically Omega Project for 5 years now, and was one of the bosses right hand men. He is an expert in Demolitions, Stealth and Assasinations. He is one of the few that the boss can call on to take someone out and know that it will be done. He is former SAS, trained in Great Briton as a SAS assasin and specialist. He is Scottish, and talks with a bit of a Scottish Brogue. He wears Black completely from head to toe, including his sunglasses. He works alone, except when asked to work with someone, or when forced to work with another. He follows the rules to a point.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Reprising my old character Fazil Kotuk, the Turkish ultra-nationalist/fascist, since he seems ideal for this thread.

 

[impish_pixie]

Talia Anders

Talia Anders
Code Name: Zephyr
Specialization: microbiology, molecular virology
Years with the NSA: 1
Age: 25
Height: 5’3
Weight: 105
Hair: short, gold curls
Eyes: warm brown

Quick and nimble are the word most often used to describe Talia, physically and mentally. Despite her lovely innocent appearence she has always relied on her intelligence. Her quick mind enabled her to complete her education at an early age and over-come the disadvantaged childhood of a violent broken home. She is a specialist in the biological weapons, their construction, disarming, and disposal. She remains calm when faced with weapons of mass destruction but hates guns. She prefers the science of the job, and has only recently completed the combat and arms training needed to be in the field, where her dexterity and sharp reflexes are her only assets. In the words of her hand-to-hand combat instructor, "Just run, girl. Run like the wind. Its the only hope you have."
She is also qualified in field medicine.

 

[FenixZero]

David Forrest
Codename: Coyote
Specialization: expert-level hacker, security systems, code-breaking
Years with the NSA: 1
Age: 21
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: brown
Eyes: black

David Forrest was a Stanford computer prodigy. Working from his cramped dorm room and operating under the hacker code-name Coyote, he danced in and out of some of the highest level computer systems in the world. Never hacking for profit or fame, the challenge of pitting his mind against incredible technology and coming out on top was what drove him.
It wasn't until he managed to crack the NSA's "unbreakable" cypher and stumbled across Project Omega that his life changed.

Realizing the boy's incredible potential, Project Omega offered David two choices; a job within their organization, or he could be tried for treason and executed. His choice was obvious.

Young and inexperienced, Coyote makes up for his lack of field time with a youthful enthusiasm and will to prove he belongs in the organization.

Taking up the name of Coyote once more, David was put through the agent training and assigned to Project Omega, putting his top level computer skills to work in the field, disabling security systems, rewritting encryption codes and stealing classified information right from under the target's nose. Recently he has spent time training under Agent Shane Weston to improve his skills with a firearm and has shown great improvement of late.

 

[GuyValentine]

No no, that was an excellent character Pixie! Now we just need some more people for the terrorists/zealots. I'll play one of em. but we need more!

 

[sharingfantasies]

How about an undercover agent? Or do you have too many agents already?


Elizabeth (Cally) Callahan
5'9, 135 lbs, 30 yo
red hair, green eyes
Years with NSA: 5
Time with current terrorist group: 15 months

From the famous McNally family of Boston’s elite families, recruited five years ago by the agency when she was 25, having graduated from college during which time she majored in languages at Harvard. Cally has the ability to be a beauty queen, she was Ms Massachusetts in college, or to fit into a soup kitchen as a homeless person. Her ability to be a chameleon, her knowledge of languages and her Irish heritage is the reason she had spent the past three years working undercover as an ex-member of the IRA, turned mercernary.

She was currently assisting Fazil Kotuk, army of terrorists with weaponry and hand to hand combat. Kotuk’s scientists had just finished developing a bio-chemical agent capable of tainting the water source of any first world country. For the past two weeks, she had been expecting to hear one of the new recruits use her code name: Red Sonya, but so far nothing. She trusted Malcolm MacDonald to get her out of here, now that she had been able to send NSA the details of the deadly agent that the terrorists had created. But she wished he would hurry. Now that the scientists were finished, so was her job. She was extremely tired of sand and heat and fleas.

 

[GuyValentine]

No, go ahead!

 

[Katamari Roller]

Unknown
Codename: Snake ( )
Specialization: Assassination, infiltration, sniping, excellent general marksmanship, further qualities unknown
Years of activity: First jobs estimated at 6 years ago
Age: Estimated not beyond her thirties
Height: Estimated at 6'
Weight: Estimated at 145 pounds
Hair: Dyed blonde
Eyes: Unknown (changes contact lenses often)


One of the biggest codenames in the world of professional assassinations, Snake's past is completely unknown to Western agencies. Her main "contractors" are Eastern groups, from terrorists to royal families to other less obvious elements (communist parties from Korea and China). The only way to contact her is the Internet, a user name (Snake) in a relatively well known forum dealing with Special Forces, from weaponry to tactics (she has never posted in anything other than general threads, so the information about her methods has been mostly compiled from witnesses and CSI).

Her activities have been carried out mostly in Europe, South America, and the USA. Activities in Africa are only suspected of, as well as in Asia. Third most dangerous assassin in these times, her curriculum is a list of perfectly carried out high-profile assassinations. It includes at least three USA senators, two USA military commanders, three terrorist leaders, four Royal Family members of Arab countries, and multiple sabotages and bombings in military bases and embassies, hotels, and harbours.


Agents of the NSA managed to acquire a photo of her by luring her into a trap. Hiring her for an assassination of a drug dealer in South America, information was given to her of a beach where Americo Santos was sunbathing. After he was shot by a low-powered sniper rifle that nevertheless killed him instantly, surveillance Satellites were directed to any vehicles vacating the area. Only one was reported, a small jeep that headed for a tiny camp in the middle of the jungle.

Snake seems to be a young woman, tall and lithe, tanned to a light cinnamon color. Short, ruffled blond hair. Soft features. Suspected to be of Turkish ascendancy, which of course raises the question of her possible links to Fazil Kotuk.

 

[GuyValentine]

Alright, I think we've got enough for this thing to get going.
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Shadow moved through the Omega Project security compound with a swift stride, he was late for his morning work-out. His eyes scanned the empty corridors as he made his way to the state-of-the-art training room held deep within the mysterious compound. He got to the training room to find that it was empty, and that was ok with him. Shadow prefered to work-out alone. As a sniper, constantly working alone, it was just natural to him. As shadow began his morning routine of weight lifting and cardio excercises, his mind began to wander, thinking about how he had ended up in this top-secret project, it seemed like so long ago.

Shadow shook the thoughts from his head as he moved over to the bench press station, loaded up the weights, and began to push. With each repetition of raising the bar his mind asked one question, What's going to go wrong today? There was some minor crisis at least once a day. It's not that Shadow minded, he really did love his work. Never a dull moment when your working on the team that no one knows about, and that's the way Shadow liked it.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Gabriela Angezid disembarked from the 747 into the Washington airport. A long-legged, tanned woman, with blond dyed hair. Wearing jeans and a black top, together with sunglasses, she seemed the incarnate image of healthiness.

Her lips opened imperceptibly as she passed beside the guard bearing an assault rifle, more in amusement than in nervousness. If... 'Jerome' had known who she was, he might have risked killing the twenty people around her just to kill her. But of course, nobody in this airport knew who she really was.

Nobody armed, that is. There was an aged gentleman sitting on the departure lounge, apparently bored, reading a newspaper. But he stole a few glances in her direction, then into the PDA hidden by the newspaper. With a single click and tapping a number... 'someone' in Washington would know Snake herself was in the capital of the USA.

Exiting the airport, Gabriela had no trouble at all attracting a taxi driver who would drive her to a little hotel in the outskirts. A hotel that was not the first time she visited...

 

[sharingfantasies]

Cally untied the band around her forehead, wiped the sweat from her face, and retied it again. Looking down at the young man lying on the ground, a look of disgust on his face, at having been dumped by a woman. Most of the recruits were so young it was heartbreaking, ages from 12 to 20, at home they would be in school, but here, their teenage righteousness combined with religious fervor, had them on the path for death rather than the prom.

In Qashqai, she said to the newest recruit, "Children should learn to respect their elders." She grinned at him taunting him, her teeth white against her dark tan, her green eyes glittering like emeralds. When he jumped to his feet and came at her, his dark eyes glinting in anger and embarrassment, she dumped him onto the ground again. They went through this time and time again, until he was so exhausted he lay still on the ground, a look of hatred mixed with a small amount of respect and a lot of curiousity.
Cally looked down on him, her breathing still regular, and wiped her face again. Moving over to a bench she picked up the bottle of water and chugged half of it down, never removing her eyes from him. Watching as he finally got enough energy to sit up, his hands dangling over his bent knees.

"Now stripling," she said calmly, "are you ready to learn how to do that or do you wish to continue sitting in the dirt like a beaten dog?"

At his flash of anger, her eyebrow rose, and she smiled when his anger faded and curiousity became utmost in his mind. "Now you are thinking Abdul, take that anger and focus it. Learn what I teach you and you might live to honor Allah in the future."

She waved at him to get up and join her. Then slowly she demonstrated how to use physics to toss someone larger than he was. The boy was quick to learn and smiled when he finally was able to toss her. She felt a tinge of regret. It was too bad these children were so easily led to their premature deaths. She would do what she could to teach him some skills, but she knew that he would never be able to compete with someone from elite forces or NSA. Waving over one of her other recruits, a large mountain of a man that looked partially Mongolian, she watched as Abdul tossed Fariq over and over until he stopped laughing at the smaller boy and began to copy his moves.

 

[impish_pixie]

Zephyr

Talia looked around her office, one last chance to make certain she had packed all the things that belonged to her, not the US Army. Her temporary assignment to the Army’s Medical Research Institute of Biological Defense was coming to a blessed and satisfying end. The Army scientists had been working on the problem of dispersal counter-measures for four years; Talia came in 7 months ago and whipped through it 3 months. She spent past the four months as a beneficiary of a special combat and weapons training program. She snorted, to hell with $600 toilet seats, teaching me to fight and handle weapons had to be the biggest waste of money in the history of the United States Army. Small, fast, and nimble, she could evade just about anything that came at her if she did not try to strike back. Even as her instructors leveled her up to the next class, they all joked; in combat, she had two choices, run or hide behind someone bigger.

She picked up the small box that held the few possessions she had in the office. She said a few polite good byes on her way out but had no sentimental attachment to any of the people she had worked with here. She was happy to be putting this place behind her and eagerly looking forward to her new assignment. The Omega Project.

Her arrival at the new facility was greeted with brisk efficiency, and the remaining paperwork handled quickly. Even her code name had already been decided. As soon as she heard it, she knew Gen. Dunn had chosen it. She could not hold back a smile. Zephyr… very funny.

In no time at all, she was making herself at home. A home, sweet home. Talia was happy to discover that instead of an office she had her own lab. The array of state of the art technology was impressive and the high tech coffee maker nearly brought tears to her eyes. All that was left was to meet the others.

It was nearly lunchtime; perhaps she would find the others in the dining room. If not, she was still hungry.

 

[GuyValentine]

Shadow had finished his daily routine in the training room, and hit the showers. After cleaning up a bit he got dressed and checked his watch, his training session had taken longer than usual, it was practically lunch time. Shadow moved through the halls and pushed open the door to the Omega Project's mess hall.

Shadow went in and grabbed some food from the counter and walked over to one of the tables, the room was still pretty empty for this time, which was unusual. It was just Shadow and several of the nerdy clerks for the higher up's, all boasting about how kush their job was and how great their boss was. Shadow rolled his eyes and began to eat.

 

[impish_pixie]

Zephyr

She has no trouble finding the dining room, despite the labarynth of halls. she simply followed her nose. She wrinkled her nose and wondered what the policy was for ordering pizza delieved to a top secret, ultra-secure building.

She was smiling happyily at her own joke as she ordered her food and she looked around that the other faces in the room with curiosity that was only politley veiled. Still smiling and with a light laugh, she chided the staff for their slowness. She had long ago mastered the art of good natured impatience. everyone moved at their own pace if she allowed slow people to foul her moods, she would never be happy.

Finally, her tray weighed down with healthy food in an incredible quantiy and a chocolate brownie, she paid and moved to a table.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

His group is known only as "The Cause". No other name is dared to be mentioned to others. He presents a front of being the simple owner of a chain of chai houses in the Turkish community in New Jersey. In reality, he is one of the world's most ruthless terrorists, with ties to organized crime rackets ranging from Honolulu to his hometown in Turkey.

His chief lieutenants are Suleiman and Mustafa. The former is recovering from some disgrace at his recent betrayal by Mara. However, it seems that she has agreed to become his wife, and he is thus the only member of the Kotuk gang who practices monogamy or even remotely lives according to the Koran (well, if you discount being part of a fascist terrorist network and killing people). Mara has retired from her former life as a professional thief and become an operative for "The Cause" instead.

Mustafa is openly homosexual, but people are too scared of him to say anything much about it. Besides, homosexuality is unofficially condoned in secular Turkish circles, such as Kotuk's. He is also far more effective than Suleiman and far more dedicated to Kotuk.

Kotuk himself has used his family business as a front for his subversive activities, all in the pursuit of a fascist Turkey that recovers her former greatness. He cares little or nothing for religion of any sort. He is about as secular a Muslim as one can be, since he drinks, smokes, and has several mistresses (in the European sense of the term, not the BDSM sense). He is not married, but he has a favorite mistress: Ursula, a Swiss former supermodel who has no idea that her lover is an international terrorist.

Another thing about Kotuk: he views incompetence as a kind of betrayal, and will punish it. A Hawaiian gangster recently found this out when he was fed to the bounty hunters and authorities by an anonymous tip from Kotuk, because he was misusing automatic weapons in a wasteful attack on a bounty hunter's office.

Kotuk is not quite 30, and his youthful, but rugged and exotic sex appeal doesn't hurt, even when dealing with notorious female assassins, like the one that he is planning to meet soon.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled as he went into the dining room, wondering when he was going to be called in for his special talents. He took a cup of coffee, and sat down to drink it. He added a bit of Irish Whiskey to it, and took a sip. "Ahh the only way to drink this stuff."

 

[FenixZero]

From the back corner of the dining hall, a sound of furious typing could be heard. The sound was almost like rain falling on a tin roof, a constant tapping that echoed throught the entire hall.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back hunched over an expensive looking laptop, David hammered away on his keyboard, the lenses of his glasses catching the reflection of the screen.

David was tall, thin and lanky. His dark chocolate colored hair was like a unmanaged spiders web on top of his head, falling in thick strands across his face. The young man was dressed casually, in a simple pair of cargo shorts and a Spider-man t-shirt. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a college student editing his Myspace page.

And he was in a sense. But instead of editing his own page, he had decided to edit everyone else's. Coyote, as he called himself, was busy hacking the system and uploading a program that would change everyone's profile song to "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi. Grinning wide, David tapped the enter key and watched his little program do its work.

Taking a long drink of the Rockstar that was never far from his side, David laced his finger behind his head and leaned back comfortably.

"Damn I'm good" He smiled to himself.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Cally squatted by the fire scooping couscous with her fingers into her mouth. As she ate she fantisized about pizza and a hot fudge sundae. When she got home she was going to eat an entire half gallon of vanilla ice cream all by herself, while soaking in a tub. She grinned to herself, well maybe not the entire carton but at least a pint. With a grunt she stood up and walked over to the bucket of water filled with dead flies. Sliding her bowl into the water, she then scooped up some sand and used it to clean the bowl. She wasn't fond of insects as food but she wasn't going to freak over a couple of flies.

She told her current group of recruits to finish up so they could get back to work. She had spent the morning hours on hand to hand combat and this afternoon would be spent on rifle practice and use of a knife. The sun was hot as evidenced by the rings of heat surrounding the corona. She had already lost one recruit to heat stroke, and had a couple others that looked like they were green around the gills. Part of her job was to wean out the recruits that were not physically capable of surviving in any situation. She watched the others clean their dishes and laugh at one person's joke. The majority of the kids and they seemed like kids to her, still felt like this was all a game, playing soldier as if it was a video game. It was sad to see these teens, these children out here preparing to die instead of playing games and attending school. But that wasn't her responsibility.

She got the ten recruits started on rifle practice then move onto the other ten where she started to explain what worked and didn't work when you held a knife in certain ways. There was a ruckus going on over by the commandant's tent and several of the higher-ups were heading in that direction. Cally knew that Karif Abdulaman would let her know what was going on later but not in front of the other men. Despite the fact that she could take out anyone of these men, there were societal issues that took place even here. A woman could not be involved in any meeting that was held by the male leaders. Cally was good enough to train the soldiers but she was still a woman. Several of the leaders had complained about her not having her face covered and wearing pants, but when she demonstrated some of her skills and how difficult it would be to train in a dress and veil, they muttered but accepted that she was an infidel whose skill would be used but who would be treated otherwise as a pariah.

Cally had been thrilled. This meant that the men left her alone and she could have complete access to the camp because no one would assume that as a woman she was smart enough to know what was going on here. It also gave her the freedom to leave camp and wander off a short way. The first time she had left to get her message out, Abdulaman had had some of the men drag her back, just before he shot her as a spy, she mentioned needing privacy for "female matters" and he had blanched and waved her back to the tent she shared with the recruits. With that freedom, she was able to get messages out to her NSA contact and at the same time build Abdulaman's confidence in her as a mercenary.

Two weeks ago, she had gotten out the message that the viral agent was completed, and since then it had been pretty quiet around camp. Until now. Continuing what she was teaching, she kept her eyes on the Commandant's tent, wondering if the word had come down from Kotuk or if the excitement was merely that a merchant's caravan of goods was coming through the mountain pass nearby.

 

[Katamari Roller]

'Gabriela' relaxed in front of the TV, watching the usual patriotic series in which the good, American guys won against the evil, psychotic Arab terrorists.

She was sitting on the sofa, her long, tanned legs up on the table in front of her, as she enjoyed a cold, refreshing Coke. Her body was wrapped in a pink towel, her hair still as ruffled as usual and with the blond dye dripping down the lower strands of hair and onto a bunch of napkins carefully placed under her head so as to not smear the dye onto the sofa's black leather. Her hair showed in a natural auburn color that matched her tanned skin.

With the AC working, Snake felt exhilaratingly pleased. It was good she refrained from the vices some assassins thought they were entitled to thanks to the money they earned.

Sipping again from her Coke, she glanced at the cellphone on the table right beside her legs. 'Emmanuel', her contact (and a fake name too), was supposed to call any time now. Supposing, of course, this was not a trap. But that was what the black suitcases on the table, bathroom and bed were for...