Name: Ava Stratus
Age: 28
Power: Levitation. Ava can hover about a foot off the ground for short periods. She used this to her favour in developing her fighting style, which incorporates several styles of martial arts. However, by using her power in battle she gets weak much quicker.
Description: Ava has long light ginger hair which she ties back loosely. She is very tall, 6'2, and wiry. She is pale with bright green eyes, which most people think is weird. She dresses casually in loose clothing.
Background: Ava was born into a powerful rich family, the first daughter after seven sons. She was expected to become a trophy wife, living at home and always obeying her husband but she refused and was thrown out. The youngest of her brothers helped her to find an apartment and job, but now she is alone and has to take care of herself. One day she'd like to take revenge on her family, if the opportunity should arise.
Name: Raymond Seals
Age: looks roughly thirty, but there are no records that state when, or even if, he was born.
Power: Ability to "blend in" with his surroundings, making so that someone can look right at him, or even bump in to him, and, for some strange reason, it is though he isn't seen. They would never even know he was there, that he ever even exists.
Description:
Background: Raymond was a normal citizen of The Republic of Seattle, living out his life with the ever present threat of death or kidnapping seeming like nothing to his small brain. He was just a boy then, of only thirteen years of age, when his father had a "falling out" of sorts with the Minister of Peace. After only about a year, if that, he and his parents where unpersoned. His parents, and almost him, weren't just killed, they never existed. There is not a single record anywhere in the world that states that they ever existed anywhere, with his grandmother dying a virgin and his grandfather dying in a war.
Every photograph of him was edited, every mention of his name a federal offense, even just seeing him could put the population at risk, so he fled. He fled with a group of refugees to Democratic Chicago, where he hoped to find a new life, but only found that, even here, he never existed, and that he was likely to die in poverty, with a history of crime at his back and a bleak future for the rest of humanity. Then he found that there was a resistance, that there was something to fight for and with. He knew his history would never be re-found, and that his parents, or even his, names will never be cleared, but he will at least have tried to make a change for the better, something that someone who never existed could never do.
Why can I always make sheets so quickly? I always have the least time from my "interested" post to my sheet.
Anyway, if there is anything I can do to make this better, please do tell me. Thank you.
Fuck, I'm interested in this RP, so my potential leaving can go fuck itself.
Expect a Sheet in an hour or so, presuming this is still open <.< if not, bleh, it'll be fun to write a sheet anyway.
Name: Alexis Gates
Age: 21
Power: Metal manipulation.
Description: Alexis stands at 5'10" with a rather well developed figure, which she tends to keep fully covered with a baggy white(ish) hooded sweatshirt, with a pair of dark blue combat jeans. Her hair is a dark brown colour, tied into a ponytail that falls half way down her spine. Her eyes are a deep grey colour, like darkened steel. Around her arms, Alexis keeps two sizeable lengths of steel wire wrapped up, in case of an emergency, the wire is thin enough to be used as a cutting material if swung quickly enough, but poses no threat itself.
Background: Raised in a slum of the Democratic Chicago, Alexis was always raised to hate those in power, constantly bringing her into disputes with the guards that patrolled her streets.
After a particularly violent fight between her friends and a few guards, which resulted into total annihilation of her friends, Alexis swore to avenge their deaths. Unfortunately, those guards had been moved to other areas, prompting Alexis to change her vow to just kill all those that were responsible for the events that led to their deaths.
Power: Short range teleportation. The further he jumps, the worse of a toll on his body
Description: Kyle is 5'10'' with a athletic build and short, unkept brown hair. He is quite pale, due to his Irish ancestry. His eyes are Heterochromia iridium or two different eye colors, with the right eye blue and the other green. He normally wears a green long sweater and black cargo pants. He keeps a pair of brass knuckles to improve his fighting prowess
Name: Raymond Seals
Age: looks roughly thirty, but there are no records that state when, or even if, he was born.
Power: Ability to "blend in" with his surroundings, making so that someone can look right at him, or even bump in to him, and, for some strange reason, it is though he isn't seen. They would never even know he was there, that he ever even exists.
Description:
Background: Raymond was a normal citizen of The Republic of Seattle, living out his life with the ever present threat of death or kidnapping seeming like nothing to his small brain. He was just a boy then, of only thirteen years of age, when his father had a "falling out" of sorts with the Minister of Peace. After only about a year, if that, he and his parents where unpersoned. His parents, and almost him, weren't just killed, they never existed. There is not a single record anywhere in the world that states that they ever existed anywhere, with his grandmother dying a virgin and his grandfather dying in a war.
Every photograph of him was edited, every mention of his name a federal offense, even just seeing him could put the population at risk, so he fled. He fled with a group of refugees to Democratic Chicago, where he hoped to find a new life, but only found that, even here, he never existed, and that he was likely to die in poverty, with a history of crime at his back and a bleak future for the rest of humanity. Then he found that there was a resistance, that there was something to fight for and with. He knew his history would never be re-found, and that his parents, or even his, names will never be cleared, but he will at least have tried to make a change for the better, something that someone who never existed could never do.
Why can I always make sheets so quickly? I always have the least time from my "interested" post to my sheet.
Anyway, if there is anything I can do to make this better, please do tell me. Thank you.
What? Oh crap, no, I'm sorry. I was merely joking. Also, when talking about fixing the sheet, I meant that I was going to fix mine! So sorry for the confusion.
Name: Raymond Seals
Age: looks roughly thirty, but there are no records that state when, or even if, he was born.
Power: Ability to "blend in" with his surroundings, making so that someone can look right at him, or even bump in to him, and, for some strange reason, it is though he isn't seen. They would never even know he was there, that he ever even exists.
Description:
Background: Raymond was a normal citizen of The Republic of Seattle, living out his life with the ever present threat of death or kidnapping seeming like nothing to his small brain. He was just a boy then, of only thirteen years of age, when his father had a "falling out" of sorts with the Minister of Peace. After only about a year, if that, he and his parents where unpersoned. His parents, and almost him, weren't just killed, they never existed. There is not a single record anywhere in the world that states that they ever existed anywhere, with his grandmother dying a virgin and his grandfather dying in a war.
Every photograph of him was edited, every mention of his name a federal offense, even just seeing him could put the population at risk, so he fled. He fled with a group of refugees to Democratic Chicago, where he hoped to find a new life, but only found that, even here, he never existed, and that he was likely to die in poverty, with a history of crime at his back and a bleak future for the rest of humanity. Then he found that there was a resistance, that there was something to fight for and with. He knew his history would never be re-found, and that his parents, or even his, names will never be cleared, but he will at least have tried to make a change for the better, something that someone who never existed could never do.
Why can I always make sheets so quickly? I always have the least time from my "interested" post to my sheet.
Anyway, if there is anything I can do to make this better, please do tell me. Thank you.
What? Oh crap, no, I'm sorry. I was merely joking. Also, when talking about fixing the sheet, I meant that I was going to fix mine! So sorry for the confusion.
Power: - Shadow Manipulation, as he calls it. Carter has control over a liquid like, black substance that bleeds from his pores and can be manipulated in a number of creative ways. The dark substance, appearing to be at odds with the laws of physics, can defy some rules and bend other ones that are otherwise obeyed by other materials, but only if the substance is still touching his body. As such, he uses the matter to form blades, shields and so forth without issue, but is unable to weaponize it in a ranged fashion because it would simply fall apart without anything connecting it to his body.
It appears to solidify when is made into a blade, shield or whatever, but in truth it's still flowing, albeit very slowly. If he loses control, which happens often enough when his mind is overly stressed, whatever he has just created will first descend to the ground in a black rain, then evaporate soon afterward. Due to the fact recreating the substance takes a few hours unless he's forcing it by sacrificing his own health, this annoys him greatly, so he tends to hold roughly a pint of it under his skin if he should lose any in a fight. He doesn't really fight, though, so his skill in using this bizarre ability is very, very poor.
He's also a skilled hacker, which he's made something of a career out of.
Description: Carter is a small, rather nonthreatening man, standing at roughly 5'6 and possessing a build that is severely lacking in muscle mass. His skin is a ghostly pale, yet somehow lacking any blemishes or damages. His hair is black, long and neatly combed, parted to the right and gelled as to make sure it stays there. Starkly contrasting with his black hair, are his eyes, being vibrant green in color. He, although having a Japanese last name due to his father, doesn't appear to have any of his any resemblance to his father, more or less looking entirely like a typical Englishmen.
He dresses in whatever he can through on, his only requirement for him is that it is black, gray or white and has a hooded sweatshirt somewhere in his mismatched attire. Fingerless gloves are also a plus, but by no means required.
Backround: Carter doesn't speak of his past at all, either it's too boring to bother talking about or he is really trying to hide something. He does, however, talk about his dad and mom, frequently calling the former an smug bastard and the latter a corporate tool.
The only thing that is known other than that is that he has been employed by countless organizations, many of whom with nefarious goals at mind, under the alias of No Name Given. He worked with every kind of group available, ranging from mobs, gangs and, on one occasion, the local police, the latter in order to clear up his criminal record and get a fresh start, which he messed a few weeks after his record was cleared by stabbing an employer who refused to pay him with a knife made of shadow matter.
Currently, he's on the run from the law once more, more likely than not searching for employment.
The room was dark, lit by a single light; the metal conference table glistened in unnatural patterns as the 6 leaders of Alpha sat in shadow. Their faces hidden, each one took a turn surveying a stack of files. Silently their small ritual continued the only sound soft orchestral music, and the hours slowly ticking by. Finally the last person, a small woman set down the last of the files. "Are you positive these are the best candidates for our intentions? Some of them seem? Less dependable than what would prove prudent." The small voice squeaked. A smile at the head of the table greeted her question.
"Stephanie, you know as well as I do, these were the best of the candidates we received." The respondent voice was smooth and steady, like a fine wine. "Yes, I can think of more talented individuals. However, those individuals are not from these parts. We're Alpha and we do the best of what we can gather together. The best of what we have available is what you're looking at." The man speaking was obviously confident in the talent that lied before the group.
Another voice spoke, this one behind the ember of a cigarette. "Beggars can't be choosers it would seem."
This time the smile disappeared, "Gruff, we are not begging. We cannot carry out our job without a specialized team and while all of these applicants are inexperienced..."
Another voice cut him off, this one was heavily accented, "And that is precisely why we should not take them. None of them have experience in the type of combat we're going to be putting them through."
"Silence!" The head of the table nearly shouted, then was calm and composed again, "Yuma, you were chosen as head of our security forces for a reason. You have an unparalleled knowledge in the militant arts. If you are so concerned about our new recruits then prepare them, it is you're responsibility."
There was a period of time where nobody said a word, the only sounds filling the room was soft music. The light flickered softly, and the faces around the table flicked suddenly to the left then back to their original positions.
The head of the table glanced at another woman. "You're doing?" he asked. The woman mouthed a "no." "Odd," the leader started, "he landowner assured me this place was at 100% capacity." He paused, "I don't like the way this feels, we need to end this little party. Alister if you could get the door?"
The man smiled and nodded, opened the door, and then took his place back at his seat. Eleven individuals strolled in, each one of them incredibly unique. However they were a disorganized blend of men and women. They gathered at the front of the room, each one seemed oblivious to the reason they were there. Some of them seemed untrusting of the others and still others seemed easy enough just being there.
The man at the head of the table smiled and greeted the new comers. "Welcome, each one of you. You have either applied, or been selected to be here today. I'd like to personally say, Welcome. Welcome to Alpha. Some of you may not know who we are. Some of you may not care. However, you all share one common ambition. You would all like to see the end of the powers at be. Whether fueled by revenge, a criminal past, or want of a better life, you all want to the end of a regime." The man's smile twisted a bit as he surveyed the room. "Oh dear, where are my manners? Please take a seat." Each one of the guests took a seat, there were just enough chairs for each of them. The man's smile returned and he continued, "As I was saying, Alpha aims to topple this government. This... shadow... of what government should be. You are going to be an integral part of this operation."
"You see, a large scale military operation would quickly be halted. No? more than that. Any attempt to stand against our "leaders" would end us. All of us. We would be an example, and there may never be another chance to do what we will. We, or shall I be egotistical and say I, have a plan. Alpha is not alone in our efforts. Other revolutions in other cities are coming to power. There are plans in place to topple every one of these puppet governments at once. To do this we need your talents and your co-operation. There will be rewards for each of you, once we finish, but for now, you'll all need to do me a favor. You see, Alpha while ambitious, we are small. Even with all our shading dealings and my connections to the upper world, we do not have the budget for all of you. I do apologize. However, we will keep those of you we let go on a smaller pay roll. Contingencies do happen and we may have use of your talents in the future." The man paused to let this thought sink into the newest members before continuing.
"For now, though, you may all consider yourselves members of my organization. You're going to keep your positions through a little, let's say, audition. Each of you will be put in a team of 3 except for 2 of you. You will have a different task. For now though, let's get you all organized." Still, the mysterious man was smiling, despite several of the recruits shifting uneasily.
"Let's see here," The man said, seizing various files and opening them. He already knew who'd be working together but he wasn't about to reveal that to them. "Talitha Cirsey , Joshua Murray, and Kyle McCleaf. You'll be assisting in Chicago's arms supplies. There is a shipment of nuclear reactors for the cities mech division coming in. You'll be stealing them, the papers have been dealt with all you need to worry about is security." 3 files flipped closed.
"Alexis Gates, Tavien Kane, and Ben Alverze. You three will be crippling the cities food supply. Though... that's not quite right, you'll be halting the upper-classes food supply. There is a very specific green house, one that caters specifically to those who think they are above us. They will acquisition the middle classes food supplies to keep themselves happy. However that will subvert their workforce creating unrest and drawing many more to our cause. I leave this small task to you. Carry out this task how you will, but I would recommend taking out the water systems that supply the greenhouse." Just like that, 3 more files closed.
The man's fingers folded together after he separated the last of the files into two groups. "Damien Lier, Raymond Seals, and Carter Kenshin. You will be infiltrating the Police headquarters, uniforms have been acquisitioned for you, if necessary. You will need to create scandals within the upper class." A list was slid along the table. "Among your targets is a man named Mr. Ohashi. You will link him to a series of cold case serial murders known as the Kobuki case. The others on your list are innocent of any wrong doing but put a warrant out for their arrests as well. I believe you three to be best suited to this job. Do not disappoint me in this." Another group of files closed.
"The final two," the man closed the files, "A Mrs. Ava Stratus and a Mr. Solomon Hastings. You will be accompanying me to a meeting I have tomorrow. You will be at this specified location," another piece of paper slid across the table, "at 6:00am tomorrow morning. Please do not be late, my meeting is very important. You two will meet with the head of my security detail, he will guide you from there."
The 6 faces at the head of the table flickered, there wasn't much time left. "Right then," the voice began to wrap up, "To begin your assignments you will all be meeting at Club Chi in the sub level of the Croaker District. You will arrive between 10 and 10:10 except for those of you I have otherwise specified. You will all be meeting you're superiors there. I will not be attending, so you may as well know who I am now. My name is Eric, and I look forward to working with you in the future."
With those words the light overhead flickered and burst, bringing darkness upon the room. The 6 faces gone and leaving the 11 recruits alone in the room, left to their own devices. Eric knew they would all show up at the scheduled meeting place in the morning. He knew what fueled each of the new members, and that what they believed in would carry them through. "All we do now is wait." He said, smoothly.
Well, lets get this shindig underway. Essentially what you'll be doing is auditioning, if I like you all you can all stay. If some of you don't perform to what I consider to be par, then well, you'll be one of the ones with a reduced pay in the RP. So remember, grammar, punctuation and all that. Work with your partners and don't god mod. Hopefully everyone can stay ^_^
Ava checked her piece of paper, then her pocket watch. She now had six and a half hours until she was expected at the meeting. Her train home would take an hour, but she could be waiting two hours for the right one at this time of night. Then from home... another hour or two wait before two changes to get to this location. Damn, looks like I'm pulling an all-nighter, she thought reluctantly.
Instead of heading northwards to home, she took the train west to her favourite sushi bar. Luckily, it was in roughly the right direction, so she could spend a few hours here. Something to eat, a cup (well, maybe two) of sake, and some time to think. Not a bad way to pass the night.
Checking her pockets, she found a twenty and a ten. Not as much as she usually spent, but the owner Kari was kind and would let her stay as long as she wanted. She was one of the few regulars here, so they always treated her well.
Ava took her first plate and slowly ate, contemplating the events of the night. As she left work, a mysterious stranger had been waiting for her. He asked her to accompany him, and when she politely declined he had insisted. They had sat in silence as they travelled to the meeting place, and as she entered she had looked around to find him gone. The question was, how did they find her? What else did they know about her? And if they were recruiting people, why did they choose her?
She sat, slowly eating her way through the tempting treats, her mind still wandering aimlessly. Eventually Ava thought to check her watch, and found it was half past four. She should get going.
She settled the bill and checked the train timetable as she walked out. Five minutes? Uh oh. It was a ten minute walk but she couldn't miss that train.
As Ava ran down the street, her feet stopped hitting the pavement. Her movements became smoother and quicker and she sped up considerably. She pushed herself, moving as fast as physically possible. And with only seconds to spare, she jumped on board and collapsed into the nearest chair. I shouldn't do that as often as I do, Ava thought before falling asleep.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow" said Tavien, breaking the tense silence that had built up in the room during the 'meeting'. He took one last look around the table at all the faces present, trying to ascertain who he might be working with on the job tomorrow. He came up with nothing, for despite his extensive training, he wasn't skilled enough to pick out people by name alone.
"Tomorrow then" he said again as he stood from his chair and began to move out of the door.
It had been three hours since the meeting, three hours of constant analysis and double thinking, for on the one hand he was on the verge of re-considering his choice to join Alpha and on the other, he was trying to run through tomorrows mission in his head, which was difficult to say the least when he didn't know the abilities and the capacities of his 'team' for the task at hand.
He took another pull of the cheap whiskey he had ordered himself and looked around the grimy bar, not particularly focusing on any details or people, but more on what it all meant. The lower city was a decrepit slum, filled with the worst the city and humanity could offer, drug lords, pimps, thugs, thieves and psychos were commonplace, but they weren't all scum, no, some people HAD to live down here, some were forced to live in this pit, made to prop up the corrupt regime that grew fat on the suffering of the downtrodden.
But thats how things had always been and Tavien didn't see any way that it could be stopped, perhaps he, more than anyone knew what Alpha would be going against. The police and the army were the most obvious enemies, but what about the Agency, if they got involved things would get ugly and people would die, there was no way around that and Tavien certainly didn't want to get into the hands of the Agency, he hadn't ditched and subsequently been avoiding them for so many years, to now join up with a ragtag resistance group and paint a massive target on his forehead, that would almost certainly be a one-way ticket to the interrogation chambers.
No, however much he wanted to help the downtrodden people of Chicago, the very people he had suppressed himself during his Agency years, but then relied upon during his time on the run, he knew he wasn't going to help them by getting himself killed, he would have to do what he always did and work alone.
"Subject Kane is in our sights, executing directive Abel"
"Copy that Reaver, make sure you get him this time, the Director doesn't want another failure"
"Understood, going silent now Overlord *CLICK* Alright men! This is it, take him down smooth, civilian casualties mean nothing, just get Tavien!"
I hope I'm not taking too many liberties with the whole Agency thing, but I think that would be quite an integral part of my characters background. Also don't worry, Tavien will still show up to the meeting tomorrow.... That is, if he survives the sting.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow" Were the words that cut through the darkness. Talitha turned to see a man stand and make his way to the door. After the meeting she made her way home, sat and mentally ran through everything this man, Eric, had said. Although she'd signed up for this, she didn't expect to start off with such a huge task... Stealing. It was something Talitha was good at. But small things, such as a purse, not arms for the whole of Chicago. Talitha recalled everything she felt. It was tense in that meeting room, nervous, there was curiosity and even a bit of fear. Talitha shuddered and pushed it all to the back of her mind and focused on the here and now.
The girl glanced around the table, ten other teenagers sat eating and talking, no one paying attention to Talitha. Here she felt joy, happiness and she smiled. This is how everyone should feel. She thought to herself. The boy sitting at the head of the table caught her eye, he threw his head back and roared with laughter, the rest of the group giggled at a joke she didn't hear. When he eventually calmed down he said:"I think Tali should tell us about her adventures today." And they all turned to look at Talitha.
"I don't think I'm allowed." She told them. A collective feeling of disappointment filled her mind. "Only that things are going to change pretty soon, hopefully for good." The disappointment faded into hope and disbelief. "Anyways," Talitha continued, "I have an early start tomorrow, g'night everyone." They all murmured their farewells and went back to their previous conversation.
Talitha didn't manage to drift off until the sky started to turn light again, but she woke a few hours later feeling refreshed. It was early, no one else was awake yet. She made herself breakfast as quietly as possible, then started walking. Croaker District wasn't too far, but she wasn't a frequent visitor, so she needed to find this place she was meant to meet the others.
Solomon squirmed for a moment in his chair as the mysterious shadow figure spoke. So this was it, this was finally the Alpha organization that would help him get what he wanted. It had been quite the trial getting here at all; what with the days of secret rendezvous, strange passwords, tests and so forth; but Solomon figured such things would be important to a group who?s greatest weapon was secrecy. None of that mattered now though, now he could start making a difference.
Solomon became more and more excited as he heard the assignments given out one by one. Alright! This was what he had come for. Theft and industrial espionage, these sounded like the paths of progress. However, His spirits suddenly reversed when he wasn?t assigned to one of the teams. But what would he do? How could he have come so far only to have justice taken from him in the final stretch? He would be going to some kind of meeting. This was not what he had signed up to do. Solomon looked around at the others gathered there. He couldn?t make out everything in the dark but it was enough. On either side were serious grizzled looking people, probably professionals at this kind of thing. It was no wonder why Solomon had probably been put somewhere that he couldn?t do much damage. Still, maybe one day.
As the meeting ended one of the others spoke, ?Well, I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow"
Solomon didn?t know who it was but he nodded anyways. He understood the sentiment. Checking his watch he saw that he had a couple hours. He would be able to get back to the dingy apartment he had acquired, pick up Bathin, and get an hour or two of napping easily before the time to meet came. Keeping his head down and his shoulder?s hunched he headed out of the small room.
Damien leaned back in his chair as Eric left. He looked around for the pale-skinned, the unblemished, the shifty-eyed. After all, those would most likely be his partners, considering his talents and the mission. No way would they send some obtuse, super-strength shock trooper. No, theirs wad the profession that entered, sabotaged, and left before anyone even knew they existed. He gave up with a sigh, as most of them were suspicious of the others. As well they should be; a loose tongue or-God forbid- a spy, could send them all to the gallows. Damien slowly pushed himself up and said, "See y'all tommorow." before leaving.
Damien wandered the streets of Chicago, seeing what little there was to see. "Not much different than the Los Angeles Union." He thought. Of course, he wouldn't dare say that aloud. It would get you killed faster than screaming 'fuck the government' on T.V. Damien shook his head as he thought of the world they now lived in. He sighed as he turned into the alleyway that was the entrance to his house. He couldn't really call anything a home- not anymore. He looked left and right to make sure no one was watching him before passing through the wall.
He checked the air vents, after reaching his place, to make sure they weren't blocked and that the rudimentary filters were at least functioning. He flopped down on the bed as he regarded his safe house. It was cozy, but as far as the world was concerned, it didn't exist. And that was just fine by Damien. He touched the necklace and looked at the sledgehammer he carried all the way to Chicago. "Soon," he promised, "Soon this corrupt, pathetic excuse for
a government will collapse." He looked at his clock and decided he had some time to sleep before turning up for his mission.
Damien woke up a few hours later, completely rejuvenated as he headed towards the ghettos that housed Alpha. He discreetly checked around himself to make sure he wasn't being tailed. No way in hell would he be the one to send them on their merry way to the firing squad.
"I shall see you tomorrow," Alexis states, her voice blank, trying to take in her mission, before standing up and leaving the room.
She picks her way through the slums, heading back towards the small home she 'inherited' from it's previous owner. Her eyes flit over the one room apartment, the kitchen next to the living room, next to the bedroom, the bathroom that she wouldn't classify as a cupboard for size. "I fucking hate this place," she sighs, before diving onto the bed like a child, without bothering to change.
Slowly, Alexis passes into a dreamless light sleep, always aware that someone else may decide to 'inherit' the apartment from her.
Awakening just as the sunlight weakly breaks through the dirty window, Alexis rolls out of the bed, the short fall jerking her back awake. A sigh slips through her lips as she stands up and straightens herself up before leaving the small hovel once more, heading towards the meeting point.
Tavien barely had enough time to react to hearing the signature crack of the HaWkEye MkIII, only just managing to throw himself to the floor in time, thus taking the shot intended for his head, in the shoulder.
As he hit the floor, Tavien rolled quickly, making another two shots miss him and strike the floor where he had been only nanoseconds earlier. Eventually he had rolled into a position behind the bar, from which he straightened and drew his pistol, knowing that against his enemy, it would likely do him not good.
'Might aswell even the odds though' he thought as he took steady aim at an exposed gas line.
"Fuck! That bastard moves quick!" remarked the third sharpshooter, drawing a murderous look from his superior that made him almost shrink in his spot.
"You should have known that from the fucking briefing!" the Commander reprimanded, letting his deadly gaze focus on the sharpshooter for a moment longer, before getting onto his radio and hailing the breach teams.
"Ok, he's pinned, get in there and finish him!"
"Roger that moving in-"
Their communications were interrupted by a thunderous roar, as the building that their target was in burst into flame, with several forks of fire lashing out from the windows and into the street outside. The ensuing heat rending their thermal vision useless.
The explosion rocked the very foundation of the building, causing many of the terrified patrons to be shaken from their feet. Tavien wasted no time, the moment he was on his feet, he sprinted at an unnatural speed to the side of the largest window, briefly looking out to see a large drop into nothingness before him.
'Fuck! I need more time!' he thought and almost on cue, the front door burst open to reveal a shotgun wielding, heavily armoured shock agent. Even after all his years working for the agency and his many years spent running after that, seeing a shock agent, clad in their signature shiny black armour and mask, never ceased to send a fresh surge of adrenaline and panic through his system.
'FUCK IT!' thought Tavien as he let off several shots at the shock trooper, only for all of them, no matter how well aimed, to ping off the agents almost impenetrable armour.
Tavien fired two more shot and was incredibly pleased that both of them struck their intended targets. The first bullet slammed into a fire extinguisher that he had spotted by the door earlier, causing it to explode at the exact same time as the second bullet he fired flew through the window behind him, shattering it completely.
All Tavien had time to do was throw himself through the window and down into the, before the fire extinguisher exploded with its full force, sending the shock agent flying off of his feet.
The entire exchange took barely twenty seconds.
Tavien felt the wind flow through his hair and saw as the flaming bar rapidly flew away from his form, knowing that it was most likely the end for him and feeling a slight smile creep onto his lips.
"No sir, we have not found his body, we believe he has escaped" said Inspector Long calmly, regarding the failed commander with disdain.
"FUCK!" exclaimed the commander as he paced the burnt out bar, kicking a stray chair that was in his path and sending it flying into the wall, shattering completely upon impact. The Commander was almost livid, not only because Kane had eluded them again, but because Inspector Long was rubbing it in, yet again.
"You've checked the sewer below?!" he continued after taking a moment to cool down.
"We have sent teams to search the sewers, but so far they have found nothing, it would appear he has eluded us once more"
"DAMMIT! Have Intel resume a lookout for him and inform the Director of the mission results"
"You mean your failure?" muttered Long as he strode out of the broken bar, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Again, I hope I'm not taking too much of a creative liberty with the Agency etc. If you wouldn't mind GM, I'd like to make the Commander and Long recurring characters in Taviens story, I hope thats alright?
Joshua clapped his hands together, and stood up. Excellent! I finally get to help improve this place! He grabbed his backpack, and left the conference room. "Goodnight, everyone!" he said with a smile.
As he walked around looking for a place to set up his tent, fear struck him. What if something bad happens, though? What if I do something wrong? These guys seem to know what they're doing, I'm just a homeless guy with no experience in anything... He thought about this as he found a found a spot and pitched his tent.
Josh rolled out a towel for a makeshift bedroll, and used his backpack as a pillow. He hugged his torn up little teddy bear, and lay down on the towel. "I don't know, Bear...What if I screw up? It wouldn't be the first time my action or inaction ruined something that could do a lot of good for people."
He looked at the teddy, and could almost hear it tell him not to worry, that everything would be alright.
"You're right, Bear...Everything will be alright. Tomorrow, I'll help make the world a better place."
"Tomorrow...Everything will be perfect..." Reassured by the advice of his Bear, Josh slowly drifted to sleep.
Morning came, and Joshua awoke in his usual sunny mood. "Good morning, Bear! Sleep well?" He said, putting his things back into his backpack. He whistled an old song he couldn't quite place, and made his way to Club Chi. Today is the day we start fixing the world. I can feel it, this is going to be great!
Raymond looked a the other two who he guessed he would be working with. At least, they seemed like it. they where small, scraggly, cunning types. The same people who had men in black coats kill his family. "Good day, sirs and madams, I will be seeing you all in a day or two. I hope we can work for a better tomorrow." He said, trying to sound dramatic, before he left the room and walked on tot he streets of Democratic Chicago. They where colder than Seattle, if only by a little. It didn't matter, he liked the cold. It made people seem much more distant, and easier to avoid.
Raymond closed the hood on his coat and walked through the streets, looking for a warmer alley to sleep in for the night. Maybe I can find somewhere to sleep with the resistance. Or I could try a shelter for once in my life. But they need some kind of identification for that, and that is something I lack. He thought, looking in each alley for somewhere dry amongst the wet patches from rain. Guess this place will have to do. He thought, walking in to the alley behind a Chinese restaurant. Just get some rest. You can do this all in the morning. He took out a newspaper from his coat and found a darker corner to lay down in. The street light fell on him, so he put the newspaper over his face, fell asleep, and waited for day to break.
This is just to let you all know I'm still here. I will give a more in depth paragraph in a little bit.
Ben walked out of the meeting with the same swagger he always had. he walked into his part of town, and into his cellar/training room. this is such bullshit. i have to play gardener he said as he hit the bag and kicked the dummy. he finally worked out enough to call it a night. he decided to sleep under the stars tonight in the one little outside recluse he had to call home. as he laid down he started to think about his objective. he fell asleep with the same thought he had every night. tomorrow is a new day.
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The next day he woke up and recognized the smell of burning plastic and wood. He could also feel the heat. he laid there for a few seconds gathering himself before he realized...it was his training room and "home". He jumped up immediately and grabbed handfuls of sand and threw it into the hole. after filling his room up with sand and dirt. he found a message in a bottle.
"your welcome"
he knew exactly who it was from. he punched the wall so hard the foundation shook. he walked out with the same chip on his shoulder he's had since day one....
Ava walked up to the building, checking her watch yet again. She already knew she was early, it was five to six on her pocket watch, which was always five minutes early. And yet she still checked it repeatedly for reassurance. Oh, what would her therapist have thought...
As she entered, she saw the man from yesterday, Eric. She now realised that she was much taller than him, even in trainers. He was well dressed, and for a moment Ava worried that she wouldn't be suitably attired. She was only in loose jeans and a t shirt, having not had an opportunity to change yet. Which was a point, she hadn't showered either. Her hair would be a mess, and she had to just hope she didn't smell too bad.
Eric turned to face her, and smiled warmly. She instantly relaxed and smiled back. Evidently none of that was a problem, she had obeyed the orders and that was what mattered. He slowly approached her, and offered his hand. She shook it, then stood, not sure what else to do.
"Thank you for arriving on time. Although it appears that you haven't been home since last nights meeting."
Ava bit her lip and looked down. "I'm sorry, I didn't think I could get home and back here on time and I didn't want to be late. I live on the other side of the city, and the trains..."
He held up his hand, and she stopped. "I was not complaining, Mrs Stratus. I was merely commenting. I'm actually pleased to see such dedication from someone who was selected, rather than applied."
Ava smiled weakly. Not sure how to respond, she stood silently, hoping the other person would arrive soon. She was starting to get nervous as she realised she had no idea what she was getting herself into. But now, it was too late to walk away. She was a part of Alpha, and that was that.
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