Section One ( Semi-lit Spy rp) O/A

[sabrina100]

Welcome to Section One, a Covert Ops unit and one of several that are working under the radar. Under the control of the elite intelligence Agency called Center, they are assigned the task of taking and illuminating terrorist threats. The Agents within this Operation are unlike any Agents within the CIA, MI-5 or any other agency out there. The Agents are dead; they do not exist and have no connections on the outside because at one point each agent was in prison for one reason or another. They were given an ultimatum, either join Section One or rot in prison for the rest of their lives. Once someone has joined Section they cannot leave under any circumstances, required to work for Section as long as their able, but certainly not willing. Constantly threatened to keep their success rate up or risk being placed on abeyance or to be cancelled.

To say the least Section is not a walk in the park, all that work there must be devoted to their work to survive, continue to be of use and to have no connections in the outside world or even inside Section. The way to live within Section is to merely survive and obey orders. Though their goal is to destroy terrorist and to save the innocent, they must survive first within its walls before they can save others.

Based on La Femme Nikita

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Section One: A covert black Ops group that deals in terrorist activity all over the world. Based in Paris, France. They are the top rated Section within Center and the leader “Operations” will do anything to keep their ratings up, otherwise risk the destruction of Section One in the hands of Center. Section One recruits from within Prison, taking people that have little connection to the outside world and bringing them in to be trained as Operatives. Often Operatives will have killed before entering training, if not they are required to kill a person on their first mission. Section is strict with its Operatives and keeps close tabs on them outside and inside of Section One’s Headquarters.

Abeyance: an Operative is placed within abeyance when they have failed to complete missions or have made mistakes. After so many strikes they are placed on abeyance meaning they are placed on missions that have a nearly 90 % chance of killing the operative. Few ever live when they are placed in abeyance.

Cancel: essentially means you’re dead, you will be killed by Section.
Profile: The strategy for a mission, it sets guidelines and regulations, as well as being the main plan for executing a mission. It will cover both a main plan as well as back-up plans, analysing any and all variables that could go wrong with a mission.

Comm: the main base for information, run by the top analyst for Section One, it is where any and all information that Operative need during a mission will get it. It is also the main communications hub for Section One.

Operatives/recuites: Section One selects it's Reuites very carefully, typically taking young men and woman from Prison systems. They choose this because it is easy to fake a death within the prison system as well as the choice of people within that system. The adverage age of a Recuite is typically 18 and over since in most countries a Person is conisdered an Adult when they are 18 and are charged under common law. The exception to this is Anaysts, often chosen because of their knowledge in one feild or another, they are often not part of the Justice system, though some are. The adverage for passing Training is two years, then there is the first mission that decides if you will become an Active Operative or be canceled. After becoming an Active Operative a Agent is judged by how they act and react in the feild, being move up in access to systems and files as they prove their worth. Once they have proved beyond a doubt their loyalty to Section they are placed as head of a team, this point gives the operative a taste of power. If they are able they will later move on to be a Level 5 Operative. A level 5 Operative is a hard position to obtain, the operative must show loyalty to Section as well as posses stratigic skills and the ability to command others. The shortest amount of time a single Operative has ever reached Level 5 was within four years.(Less the 1% of Operatives can achieve this).


Level 4: This level is not regarding Operatives, it is an actual Level within section. This level holds the main processors (Annex) and storage devices for the Section Main Frame. There are modules for each individual mission. Theses modules are lined within hallways leading off the main access room. The Modules that are lit up with a white line of light are Active Missions, while the ones that have no light on them are finished missions. You must have a Level 4 clearance or higher to come down to Level 4. Meaning that only level five operatives can access this area as well as the Head of Comm and the head of Munition, these are the only in-house operatives that have clearance other then Second in Command or Operations.

Level 5: The part of section where hostiles are kept and interogated.

Level 8:Otherwise known as retirement. Level 8 is the place that Operatives that have been deemed too old to work in the field or in-house are sent to retirement. No one knows what Retirement is but “It’s no condo in Florida" Rumours are that include medical experiments on the "retired" operatives.This Level also contains Sections secret projects such as bio-engineering and cloning. All the projects done here are a Level 6 clearance or up when it come to Operatives. Some Analysts and of course Section Scientists are permitted within the area. All projects do not officially exist and are kept in the dark regarding all other missions.


Red Cell:Anti-Western Terrorist group that was founed in Iraq and North Korea, they are the primary advasary for Section, often going head to head on 30 % of the Section's missions. They have an order of operations that is similar to Section as well as in ranking their Operatives.

Glass Curtain: terrorist group led by Errol Sparks, consisting of a group of young, high-tech anarchists primarily recruited through IRC chat rooms. (www.povpress.com)

Crimson storm:high-tech paramilitary cell with satellite tracking capabilities, identified as a Class A threat because their members are highly motivated and exhibit kamikaze behaviour. Their base is located in Antakya, Turkey.

Freedom league: Resourceful and well-organized group of extremists who attempt to seize power in Balkans. Mainly dealing with bio-chemical toxins and other Fringe warfare to accomplish their goals. (www.povpress.com)

Mission: is an Operation carried out by a team of Operatives from Section One. The team usually consists of at minimum three members, at maximum ten. These missions are created by Profilers or Mission Leaders. A profile is set up accounting all posibilites and variables within the cenario. A target must be reached weather it be a human target or information target. The team usually consists of:

Mission leader- The director of the team in the feild, will either be on site or in Comm directing the team. They review the profile first and direct the team and monitor them. All orders must be fallowed this person being of highest rank within the unit and decides on any changes and when egress will be put into motion.

Pointman-The operative that takes the lead within the mission. taking up the frontlines and exicuting and leading the team into the mission. They take direct orders from Mission leader.

Backupman-The operative which covers the pointman and will take over Pointman position if Pointman is taken out.

Omniman- Runs any electronic equipment or deals with any vehicals that are on site.

Rear Security- Often watching security devices or backing up the Omniman. This operative is the lead in security, often clearing the site.

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Operations: Leader of Section One, this person is ruthless and cunning and would have to be no less in order to make it to this position. Having control over all Operatives within Section and only having to answer to Oversight.
Played by:Reserved

Executive Strategist: Second in command and as cunning as Operations. This person has more interaction with Operatives and is often the one to know how to manipulate them. Holds a psychological degree as well as being a excellent strategist. Often the first within an interrogation room and will do anything to get the information that they need. Is excellent in the art of torture and manipulation.
Played by: RusetWolf

Level 5 Operatives: are operatives that have shown great promise and fallow orders. They carry higher clearance and know about missions before any operative does. They command the teams that go out on missions and often train new recruits becoming mentors while they are training and even after they become Active operatives. They are held under less scrutiny from Operations and the executive strategist because they have proved their worth. Their place of residency is not held within the Section One archives and only Operations and the Executive Strategist know where they live.
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Head of Comm: Usually a Genius level operative, they are trained, but usually haven’t been out in the field like Active Operatives. Having access to practically any information on the Section’s systems. They typically relay information the operatives when on missions, they also command the Analysts and hold practically all security codes within Section. Graded as a Level Four In-Active Operative.
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Head of Munitions: The person who controls and inventories all the weapons within Section. Working alongside the Head of Comm to create weapons and gadgets to help Operatives on missions. Knowledgeable about Section and its workings, as well as a former Active Operative. This person knows all the tech and weapons inside and out. Graded as a Level Five In-Active Operative.
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Level 3 Operative: are operatives that have excelled in missions and that are used because of their specific tactics and special skills. They have higher clearence then Active Operatives, but are lower then Level 5 Operatives. They hold clearence to areas such as Level 4 and level 7. They are not as controlled at Level 5 Operatives and tend to show a bit more emotion, but are effective Operatives and are often chosen to lead missions.
played by: Sanutamar

Active Operatives: Operatives that have passed both training and their initial tests (meaning their first mission), they are trained in various styles and have various duties. Some are strict operatives used on missions for infiltration and execution, while others are “Valentine Operatives” which are meant as distractions or used to get information from within a mission instead of a straight attack, but all operatives are highly trained in both weaponry and hand to hand combat, some excel better then others, while some excel in specific areas.When Active considered Level 2 Operatives, or Class 2.
Played by: sabrina100
Played by: xHoshi_no_Hikarix
Played by: Captain Kilos
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Recruits: People who have been taken out of the prison system or asked to join Section. They are in training and have yet to go on Missions or go through their Activation Test. They are held within this category for two years minimum. Here they train in physical hand to hand combat, weaponry combat, and Munitions combat, Valentine Operations, Stealth and many other skills that will help them become the perfect Operative. They are considered the lowest of the low and have little to no access within Section. They also live within section in the barracks, not being allowed to leave section till they pass their Activation Test.
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Analysts: Operatives that are not Active, they are back-ups for the Head of Comm and typically gather information for missions beforehand. They are typically savvy with technology, often hackers or computer geniuses.
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Profiler: Operatives that are typically not Active and are used along with Analyists to create a profile for a mission. They know nearly everything about a mission and all the variations and possiblities within the missions. They nearly never ineract with Active Operatives.
Played by: NPC for now

Informants: people that work within the criminal society and give information to Section, while knowing only the basics about the operation, they are often either paid by Section or have some sort of protection offered to them.
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[sabrina100]

Username: Oversight1011
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Username: Oversight2980
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[sabrina100]

-All gaia Tos must be obeyed
-No godmoding is permitted, I do not like characters that can solve everything and do everything. This is a semi-realistic rp meaning no super powers and no being perfect everyone has their faults and everyone has a weakness.
-Autohitting...this is a tricky one because there will be fighting. So what I want for this is that I will allow a small amount of autohitting because in a real fight you can't dodge every attack especially if you don't see it coming, but I also don't want to see a person dodging every single hit or hiting a person every single time. Also people must get hurt, its going to happen. If I don't see you get hurt at least once then i will autohit your character because everyone is in a dangerous situation at one point or another.
-This is a semi-literate rp, meaning I want to see at least two paragraphs per post and if you don't know what a paragraph is then you don't belong here. Also I want it to be in third person point of view otherwise known as TPP. I don't want any ** or ~~ for actions. there must be "Bold + Quotes" for your character's speach. 'italics' for thinking and Underline text messages or any other messages via electronic device.
-Fighting is a must, it's a Spy rp for pete's sake.
-Warning some characters will die, or will seem to die. If your character is killed off feel free to make another characrter.
-killing another person's character, you must have the permission of the RPer who owns the character and both of you must PM me telling me that it is approved.
-Romance is allowed, but keep it to PG13 meaning kissing and making out. You can allude to characters having sex and yes clothes can come off, but please fade out or time skip before they commit the actual act.
-Profiles, now everything about profiles and profile skeltons will be in the profile thread, this can be accessed through the Username link in the Profile Access post.
-It is first come first serve for positions, though if I know you I will reserve a spot for you. Also know I will expand the number of positions once we have filled in almost all positions.
-All OOC chat will be in the OOC thread through the link in the communications post under the username.
-more rules to come if needed

[sabrina100]

Login Username: Stefan
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Access Level: Eight




Login Username: Andrien
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Access Level: Five




Login Username: Kayden
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Access Level: Three




Login Username: Monique
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Access Level: Two




Login Username: Fátima
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Access Level: Two




Login Username: Jackson
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Access Level: Two

[sabrina100]

Mission 1.1.243

Mission Leader: Andrien
Pointman: Jackson
Backupman: Monique
Omniman: Fátima
Rear Security: Kayden

Profile:Infiltrate the Club Il pizzo nero, the pointman and Backupman will take front lines within the club, scout and confirm that target is within the club. Confirm number of hostiles. Omniman and Rear Security will access security through the back door. Avoid security details if possible, connect Comm into the security system and wait for confirmation of Target. Backupman will approach Target. Move target away from hostiles and lead to pointman who will tranquilize target, then Rear Security randevous with pointman at side door. Omniman bring vehical to the side door, while Backupman egress through front door, take out any hostiles.
Intel-Security is tight, but security is CC and will have to be accessed from the security room. Guards are ranging from 5-10, not including club security which is around 5-8. Target holds name and contact of the buyer as well as the product.Downloaded Blue Prints of Il pizzo nero Club.
Target Status: Alistair Bryson (Alive)
Egress-

Pointman-side door
Backupman-front door
Omniman-back door
Rear Security-side door.

Contingency- Egress through side door behind the bar, a hall leads down to a back allyway.

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The sound of bullets ricocheting off of metal surrounded her as she kept her back pressed against the back of the metal bar. Ejecting the magazine from her gun as she loaded a new magazine into place, pounding her palm down upon the butt of the magazine, she felt it click into place before she loaded a bullet into the chamber. Bullets continued to bounce in every direction as the target’s bodyguards continued to lay down suppressive fire. She was trapped behind the bar of a high end club. A few minutes before people had been dancing to the music that the live band played upon the stage. Men dressed in tuxedos and women dressed in designer dresses. Nikita pressed her back against the cold metal of the bar. The young bar tender that had served her a drink earlier lay dead on the ground beside her, blood slowly pooling from the hole in his head. His mouth laid a gape and his eyes staring accusingly at Nikita as she crouched behind the bar. Glasses shattered as their contents rained down upon Nikita. Her feet now bear because she had ditched the high heels she had been wearing earlier so that she could move easier, but the long dark purple dress she wore was hardly what she could call functional. It pooled at her feet where she crouched, the neckline dipping low and a non-existent back to it that was simply kept together by a few lace strings that criss-crossed across her back. Her blonde hair was styled to be slightly wavy as it fell down around her shoulders. The long slit along the side of the dress revealing the holster she had strapped to her thigh which at one point held the gun that was now in her hands.

As the rapid fire stopped for a moment, Nikita twisted and looking just over the bar she fired upon the group that was station near the back of the bar trying to make their way towards an emergency exit, but between Nikita firing off shot after shot and Carter firing from where he lay positioned by the front doors the target had little choice but to stay stationed behind the tables that his bodyguards had lay down to keep cover. Nikita’s shoulder burned where a bullet had just missed her shoulder, grazing it leaving a trail of blood behind along with a deep sting, but she fired none-the-less. Each recoil of the gun causing pain to ripple up her shoulder. She ignored it knowing that it could have been far worse. Ducking back behind the bar as another round of shots were fired at her riddling the now bare wall behind the bar with more bullets. She touched her ear piece, which was a flesh coloured piece of rubber in her ear that could be hardly detected. “ Carter can you move at all? How many rounds do you have left” She asked the other operative. She had another magazine with her and three bullets that were left in her current mag. Bianca and Rasmus were pinned down in the other room by security for the club stuck in a similar situation as herself and Carter. Bianca had tapped into the club’s security using one of Comm’s devices; Rasmus had been detailed to cover her while they made their way into the security of the club. Unfortunately Rasmus had moved out of the profiles parameters, killing one of the security men, which in turn when called by one of the target’s guards had sent up alarms when he did not respond.

The target that was huddled down behind the tables with four guards, was an arms dealer that dealt in a variety of weapons, including biological weapons. A deal was to go down with a minor Terrorist group and Section needed to first stop the trade from going down and secondly find out which terrorist group that the weapons dealer was selling to. The man himself was called Alistair Bryson, a man that went from being a small time thug and slowly worked his way up the criminal hierarchy, making a nice business venture for himself as well as a name with the black market. Their orders were to bring him in alive for questioning, anyone else was shoot to kill. The majority of the innocents within the club had run and escaped after the first shots had been fired, clearing the large club out all expect their team and Alistair’s team. A few innocents lay dead, like the barman beside her, but they were casualties that they couldn’t foresee. When the guards had shot wildly into the crowd, the bartender had been bit when Nikita had dove over the bar when the men began to fire at her.

She returned fire once again emptying her clip before she ducked beneath the bar once again. Spotting a bottle of whisky that hadn’t yet been shot to pieces yet. A smile spread across her lips “Carter I have an idea” She said as she grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the cap, then tearing a piece of her dress off. Stuffing the rag into the bottle, and then searching around for a lighter. “ I’m going to move them your way, take out the two front guards I’ll take the back two”She said into the com system as she dug through the bartender’s pockets and finally found a Zippo lighter. “ Gottcha” She said with a smirk as she grabbed the lighter and tested it. It worked, but she quickly closed it as more suppressive fire was sent her way. Crawling back to the makeshift Molotov cocktail she had created. She waited for the suppressive fire to stop before she flicked the lighter, lighting the rag before she stood up and sent the Molotov flying towards the left side of the tables. It would block any exit towards the security room where Bianca and Rasmus were, while forcing the group to move towards Carter, otherwise they’d be consumed by the flames.

The glass of whisky shattered the fire quickly spreading like a weed as the liquor spread across the floor and over the tables that they used to protect themselves. Shouts came from the guards as they quickly moved away from the tables, the four guards surrounding Alistair as he kept his head down. Nikita reloaded her weapon as she leapt over the bar, rolling across the floor as he came up on one knee. The guards opened fire as they hurried towards Carter’s position. Nikita fired off two shots, taking down one of the rear guards. He collapsed to the ground with two bullets in his chest, while the other’s covered. She fired as she moved quickly as they kept their eyes on her. She dived behind a table as the floor was riddled with bullets and the fire continued to grow. She opened fire again taking out the second guard from behind. Alistair pulling a gun and opening fire upon Nikita as she ducked behind the table once again, the bullets getting buried in the steel and wood table.

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Should have let you fall and lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing
we're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie and you're too late

[XHoshi_no_HikariX]

Non ti atrevi compararmi con una puttana,
Loro lavorano per vivere,
e quello é in contra la mia ética

And this is why I don’t like to get my hands dirty... Thought Vittoria as blasts and bullets flew around the club. Talking was always such a better way of dealing with business instead of shooting each other’s head off... This approach meant sweating, getting splattered with blood, maybe an injury or worse, something that resembled hard work more than memorizing a few credit card numbers when people offered her drinks and, of course, Vittoria did not like it.

To make matters worse, this time she had got stuck with Rasmus. So far, in the time they had to work together Vittoria was not able to get much information out of him: he was one of the few people she was even unable to “read”. Plus, she had realized by then that helpless people annoyed him a lot, so Vittoria had discarded any hopes of getting her way by playing a damsel in distress. He seemed cold, distant, and yet he did not appear to be one of those stereotypical icebergs that just melted with some extra-slow eye battering. Her conclusion about him for the moment was that he was not easy to manipulate –or at least not in her style- and Vittoria was certainly uncomfortable with people she could not control.

In any case, these minutes slithering on the security room’s floor could be her last, and Vittoria had little intention of spending them complaining about it. Be it fate, be it very ill luck, she was stuck with the kid to cover her back as she attempted to lock the security system with the Comm device. It was a very simple task, just connecting some ports and waiting for the gadget to make its magic, however stuck against the floor, barely moving so that the guards firing at them would not see her, all the while in high-heeled boots and a short black slinky dress, made it much more complicated. Vittoria loved fashion, that much was true, but she liked it for lounging or walking down the via Condotti, for stealth and action jobs it was only a nuisance. She admitted that this sort of gear had made them less notorious when getting in, and perhaps even when they would drive off people would pay less attention to a group of people dressed as coming from a party than in stealth gear, but flats or easier-to-remove shoes would have been an improvement.

“It’s done,” she told Rasmus. Vittoria slid one of her hands into her cleavage and took out a small handgun. It was so not classy at all to hide the gun in the bra, but those garments had not given her much of a choice, and being her neck at stake, she would rather seem vulgar than end up dead. They had to get rid of those guards pinning them into this spot and flee for the exit. Her task was to get the car and take it to the side door were she would pick up the rest of the team. For the looks of current events, this time she would have to get out of this room from the back door that was at the end of that hallway filled with guards, given that a blazing heat was coming from the other. “I can get the first two... wanna leave those to me and you cover me as I go, caro?” Vittoria asked Rasmus. Even though he was much younger, he was also higher ranked than her and more experienced in situations such as this one.

[Sanutamar]

░▒▓ Ɍasmus ɭedin ▓▒░

Att vår värld behöver ha
Mera kärlek varje dag
Det vet både jag och du
Låt oss börja här och nu

Så håll om mig
Släpp inte taget om mig
Är som förhäxad av dig
Och jag vill ha dig
Kom och håll om mig nu

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Rasmus was knelt beside Vittoria, his stormy blue eyes keeping an eye on their attackers. They hadn't yet noticed the mirrors stationed in the corners of the room for such purposes, which in his opinion, was just poor observation on their part. In any case, he was trying to block out the noises of the guns as they fired off; his mind working out a plan as he did so. Being a stealth operative as he was he hated being in a situation such as this. Stealth being completely out of the question at this point. Or not. His gaze shifted around the room as he waited for the woman to finish, not too fond of her, then again he wasn't fond of anyone. The Deagle in his hands felt bulky and useless, resisting the urge to pull out a knife. The tuxedo made him uncomfortable too, but he knew he could take it off when he finished his mission. The shots stopped in the main bar area, the man able to distinguish pretty well, and he heard the sound of glass shattering along with shouts; the molotov Nikki had thrown. A little more chaos to add to the situation. He glanced at the mirrors and pulled a couple small throwing knives out of his belt, slinking towards the door. They knew they were in here, yet they wouldn't enter for fear of being killed.

His eyes narrowed as he stood and moved across the doorway, quick as he threw the six knives at the security guards. Hearing the guns fire as soon as they saw him. One knife between each of his fingers he had thrown at them before he rolled out of the doorway again, not knowing if he hit them. That bothered him too. He did get one between the eyes and another got a knife in the leg, but that was about it. What happened when he only focused on one target and threw the knives. He was about to turn his stormy gaze on Vittoria to ask how much longer when she said she was done. A little smile graced his lips for half a second before he gave a slight nod."I can cover you while you go. You'll have to trust me, though." he says matter-of-factly, his voice heavy with a Swedish accent. He needed her to trust him because, well, he had to face it. They didn't like each other so trust might not be too high on their lists. The man stood up and reluctantly readied his Deagle, ready to grab his Kusarigama if need be. The cacophony of noise in the bar would be disorienting to anyone who was still alive in here or passing by. They had to consider the local police with this if they got a call, assuming they didn't know about it already. His stormy gaze looked up at the mirror he had been spying on the guards with, raising his gun and shooting it out when he found them looking into it as well. So they had gotten smart.

He put a hand up to stop her from going forward with the plan she had proposed. The man no longer had his jacket on since it hindered his movement. "I can distract them for a few moments. Do you think you could kill them in one shot or less? It is fine if you can't, I will still cover you." he asks, raising an eyebrow a bit before proceeding anyways, He picked up his jacket, staying to the side of the door so they couldn't see him before putting his hands up. "Stop! I've nowhere to run. You have me." he called to the guards, the firing stopping for a moment as he stepped out of the doorway. They eyed him suspiciously, the man dropping his Deagle to the floor before walking slowly towards them. Obviously the chaos in the other room kept drawing their attention as they shifted from foot to foot, nervous as one of them got handcuffs off his belt. Flames licked out of the doorway to that lead to the bar, making the man wonder if Nikki and them had managed to get out or not. But he decided to stick to his mission. His plan. Rasmus just gave a sweet smile to the guards, which for him was devilish if you truly knew his nature. They caught on a little too late as he pulled his jacket off his arm and threw it at them, the black cloth splaying outwards to block their vision.

Of course they either started firing before the jacket even landed on them or swatted at it. Rasmus took advantage of the few seconds, being a free runner as he was, turned and took a few quick running steps before planting his foot on the wall and vaulting over their heads. If they saw Vittoria they would attack her first, without realizing he was now behind them, and he would indeed cover her. By distracting them again. He resisted the urge to move forward from the doorway to the bar, the heat searing his back a bit as he freed his Kusarigami from his belt. The blade at the end of the chain hung in his hands, swinging it at one of the guard's necks. Wrapping it around his neck and yanking him to the ground, snapping his neck and managing to free his weapon to leap out of the way of a volley of bullets now that they all faced him. They had forgotten he hadn't been alone when he entered the bar. He felt a bullet just barely miss the side of his face and another barely miss his arm; however, he did take a bullet to the side. Fantastic, but he barely noticed it. The pain throbbed dully for him whereas for normal people it would hurt horribly. So the man kept moving.

(( So new to this kind of roleplay. You'll have to forgive me if my first few posts aren't up to snuff. ))

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Ja kom närmare ett slag
Hör du mina andetag?
Blodet rusar vilt och hett
Ja på många skilda sätt

Pulsen slår, jag ser din blick
Åhh, jag är i ett hjälplöst skick
Jag kan bli räddad först om du
Ger mun-mot-mun-metoden nu
Mwah!

Håll Om Mig Nu!

[Captain Kilos]

Wood splintered and exploded around Jeremiah Carter as he slammed a new magazine into his USP .45 Tactical, chambering a new round and re-gripping the weapon. Although he was in close proximity to the target, he wasn’t at a sufficient angle to eliminate the other body guards. The only thing he could really do right now was lay down suppressive fire until the former SEAL could find an opening. What was worse than this op going wrong was that he was wearing a freaking tuxedo while in a gun fight. It was the club-scene camouflage though, right? Still, loosening his bow tie was the first thing he did after kicking over the table he was sitting at and drawing his weapon, along with unbuttoning the first button of his shirt. He hadn’t necessarily been in this intense of a situation while wearing such out of place clothes, but hey, first time for everything. Looking over his shoulder to the body guards, he counted that there were four left, minus Alistair. Shouldn’t be too bad, except Carter was getting a majority of the gunfire since he was the closest to them. Carter looked back over to Nikita, who had asked him if he was mobile and how many rounds he had left. Carter hadn’t been expecting a full-blown shoot-out, so he had what he normally carried: his USP .45 Tactical with an extra magazine, and a Kel-Tec P11 on his ankle.

“I’m pretty much stuck,” Carter said through his earpiece, ducking his head as a splinter of wood threatened to stab his eye. “I’ve got twenty-two rounds left: twelve for my main and ten for my back-up.” As Pointman, Carter probably should have been asking those questions, but he was confident that his team had enough firepower to at least get out of the building. He had to account for five people tonight: Nikita, Rasmus, Vittoria, himself, and the target Alistair. Carter was going to make sure that all of them were going to get out alive and back home… whatever home was. Noticing that Nikita was behind the bar and next to the exit door, Carter was about to suggest that the younger agent exit and then loop around back to the side doors and shoot the body guards from behind, but it seemed she already had another idea. He listened to her proposal, impressed at her improvisation of the plan. Carter nodded his approval towards her and cautiously waited for Nikita to act.

As the Molotov cocktail made contact with the floor and ignited the nearby tables, Carter popped up, using the distraction to get aim at the two guards coming towards him. He fired four times, alternating each shot between the two of them so that one of them wouldn’t have enough time to recover and shoot Carter. The .45 rounds did their dirty work, piercing the men’s vital organs and downing them for good. Out of his peripheral vision he could see Nikita rolling across the floor, taking care of the other body guards. As their bodies hit the floor, Carter spun his attention to Alistair, who had now pulled out a weapon and started firing at Nikita. Seeing as how Alistair was now distracted, Carter reached for his jacket pocket and retrieved his tranquilizer pen, a nice little gadget Section gave him for the job. Pointing the pen at Alistair’s head, Carter pressed the side button. The top part of the pen spat out, stabbing itself into the side of Alistair’s cheek, depressing the fluid inside. Carter had aimed for the neck but hey, no one is perfect. Luckily the tranquilizer was fast acting: Alistair’s vision got blurry, and he started to lose muscle function. He fired off a few more blind rounds at the opposite wall and ceiling before dozing off completely, thumping onto the floor.

Moving fast, Carter pocketed the now useless tranquilizer pen and went over to Alistair’s unconscious body. He dragged him away from the approaching flames and checked his vitals. The dirty arms dealer seemed to be fine; the drugs had done their trick. Looking over to Nikita, Carter asked, “You alright?” while reaching down to his ankle holster. He picked out his small Kel-Tec P11 and slid it across the floor to her. “You’re gonna need that.” Carter had eight rounds left in his USP, but he knew that Nikita would have his back. Scooping up Alistair like he was a dead sack of potatoes, Carter heaved him over his left shoulder, managing to hold his weapon with his right hand. Radioing back to base, Carter said, “Andrien, I’ve got the target. Evac should be in five.” He began to head to the front door as he spoke to his other teammates on the radio. “Fátima, Kayden, how’re things on your end? We need that van as soon as you can get it to the front.” Carter paused at the front door and looked back to Nikita. He nudged his head in the direction of the door, meaning for her to go first. She would need to cover him as they moved.