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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:15 pm
And it was at the training fields that the Death lead spotted Gale.
"You," this could either be taken as Caelius forgot Gale's name (again) or just didn't care( again), "and you," he pointed to the random Hunter standing next to Gale, which happened to be not even from Death division. "I will see you in my office for a retrieval mission in five minutes."
And then he walked off at a relatively brisk pace away from his office, making it really questionable how he was going to make it to the office in five minutes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:45 pm
Gale had been on the field training, heard his name called, and had just been in the process of turning towards Oliver when Caelius appeared. And in spite of being used to such occurrences, he still stared after the Death Lead with an expression of mingled exasperation, annoyance, and resignation.
"Erm," he said, and looked apologetically at the Life hunter beside him. "Well. Let's get along, then, shall we?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:57 pm
Oliver's situation was 100% in the wrong place at the wrong time. The unfortunate series of events began as he was crossing the field, and happened to catch sight of a hunter who had helped him a great deal on the last big zombie mission. The British one with the rifle. The boy was nervous as always, but he approached with the intent on thanking the other hunter once again for the life-saving intervention that day. Except he had no sooner called out than both of them were summoned by the Death Lead, a man Oliver had heard many terrible, terrible things about. He must have gone three shades paler under his freckles. "A-ah, yes!" he squeaked, truly at a loss for words as he followed Gale in the opposite direction the Death Lead had headed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:10 pm
The Death lead was already waiting in his office, making it questionable whether or not he had perfected time travel (unpreferrable and unlikely) or cloned himself (even more unpreferrable and unlikely).
He seemed to be more distracted than usual, not waiting for Gale's usual formalities (scowling, saying 'Sir' a lot, making stilted gestures) before beginning exposition. "Just go ******** retrieve Mark."
And that was about as much as Gale or Oliver got before they were plucked off their feet and thrown into an impromptu portal. It seemed ever since the lighthouse portal had blown up, some division leads had just gotten tired of the novelty of retrieving stranded people (some more quicker than others).
Both of them would thankfully fall into rather soft, wet soil. The second sensation that greeted them was a light sheet of rain, and the third a strange greyness that pervaded the pine needle canopy around them. They seemed to have landed at some sort of abandoned Hunter base, though Mark's laptop was still open inside the one table under the one still in tact tent.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:22 pm
He wasn't sure what Oliver had been trying to say to him, but whatever it was would have to wait, it seemed. Gale took off at a relatively fast past after Caelius, though he made sure not to get too far ahead of the Life hunter, just to be kind. He was used to his division leader's demands, but that didn't mean everyone was.
By the time they got to the office, Gale was slightly out of breath. Caelius, however, seemed have preemptively decided not to deal with either one of them, because Gale hadn't gotten in so much as a "What now, sir" before they were whisked off.
Being thrown through the portal was somewhat less than graceful. Gale staggered and fell to his hands and knees, grunting in surprise and letting out a small oof. He scrambled up again, brushing dirt from his palms, and glanced around, a frown on his face.
"You all right?" he asked Oliver, and then gestured to the laptop. "Well, that's Mark's, I think, let's go have a look at it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:54 pm
Whatever pace Gale took getting to the office, Oliver was in shape to match. Jogging in the mornings had done wonders for his stamina, and he had enough nervous energy to move fast when necessary. However, he was not prepared for the pace at which he suddenly found himself... somewhere else entirely. Oliver did not have quite as much luck with the landing, instead of landing on his hands and knees he nearly got a mouthful of dirt. The coldness of the damp ground quickly seeped through his shirt, and once he scrambled to his feet he pulled his coat closely around his body. It was quite a change from the warm, sunny island. "Ah... retrieve... Mark?" He stammered, looking around. All he could see was grey fog, and for a second he wondered if they were in Delta again. Quickly the boy checked his SPECTRE watch to see if the area had a map available. " Ah, h-how do you know that laptop belongs to him?" Oliver asked Gale in a hushed voice, as though the very fog itself was listening.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 3:08 pm
If either looked carefully, they could see at the base of the keyboard that said PROPERTY OF MARK THE AWESOMENATOR DO NOT TOUCH I MEAN IT. Half the letters were faded out especially towards the center, so it mostly just read P---TY OF M--K --SO -- ---- TOUCH I MEAN IT.
A screensaver was playing on the laptop and when prompted by being touched would request a password, of course. No respectable computer guru would leave their property open otherwise.
Scanning around with Spectre provided base information: that this was indeed a base camp, that there were remnant traces of Fear around, and that there was nobody else within a one-hundred yard radius of the two.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 3:57 pm
"Long, unfortunate experience with him," Gale replied, somewhat grimly as he eyed the laptop with a certain amount of suspicion. "At least, I would assume that it's Mark's, I'm not quite certain whose else it would be, so I'm just going to go with that."
He wasn't bothered by Oliver's tendency towards whispering, considering his own habit of speaking quietly. Gale found it much more approachable than yelling as it was (he cringed inwardly at the thought of being thrown into a mission with someone like Robert, who was unbearably vocal at times - or really, all the time.) At least Oliver, as timid as he seemed, was a good person to be around.
The laptop, as it transpired, was indeed Mark's. Gale let out a small sigh and glanced over at Oliver.
"Anything on the watch?" he asked, as he gingerly reached out and placed a hand on the laptop, wondering if it was still on.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 4:32 pm
Gale's suspicion quickly became Oliver's suspicion, the kid picked up on the grim tone and grew even more worried because of it. "N-nothing... um, useful at least, there's nobody within range. A bit of Fear though..." While Gale examined the computer, Oliver began looking around the area with a more critical eye. He was definitely no tracker, but he looked for something out of place anyway, some indication of what had caused Mark to leave his laptop. Fear in the area meant something was nearby, or it had come and gone some time ago, leaving a heavily dissipated trace behind. Had he left, or been removed by something? The kid didn't know many hardcore computer people willing to leave their laptop behind, even temporarily, in an open and unsecured location... "Ah, c-can you see what he was working on last?" Oliver asked, taking a second to hover near Gale's side before resuming his search.
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