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The young woman Turen had saved 2 days ago, what seemed like a week ago, entered the room and immediately started smiling.

"Hello there." she greets Turen, a slight hint of awkwardness present.
"Hello..." He looks a little confused, mainly because of her hidden awkwardness.

Chase then attempts to cut the uncomfortable silence, "Well I believe you've met my sister, Shana?" an almost imperceptible smirk forms on his lips.

Why is he smirking? Turen feels uneasy....

Later after more people show up they have a rather uncouth meeting. Turen is a bit bewildered by the lack of definition in who is running it all. Its not even like a democracy, its like every individual is a leader and a follower of everyone else.... yet there is an obvious knowledge of a true leader amongst them.

After a few hours he realizes just how much this type of group is appealing to him. In a break in discussion Turen walks over to chase and simply says, "I'm in." Chase meets this statement with a big grin and calls out to everyone, "We have a new member people!"

Unfortunately due to this announcement no one hears the thump that hits the door....

An explosion rips into the hallway only a few seconds later, followed by 3 men who have on tactical vests and are heavily armed. Everyone in the meeting room is freaking out, several have pulled out weapons, unfortunately only a few had guns.

One of the men turns into the room, and is met by a knife in his throat, but he still pulls the trigger as he's going down. Turen's heart is racing, his hopes to stop the gunner before he could get a shot off was shredded. He can hear Chase in the background calling out orders to his people. Chase locks eyes with Turen, and suddenly realized what a big help he will be in time, if they get through this. Chase nods at Turen and with a returned nod Turen darts out the door.

Gunshots down the hall give off one man's location. Turen knows where the sound originated, and runs as fast as he can to the kitched, entering behind the murderer of Kryth's wife. He stabs the killer in the back of his neck, finding his spine easily. Turen looks up and to his astonishment sees a third man standing over a bleeding Kryth. Three shots enter Kryth's head, and Turen throws his knife and the man's hand. The unskilled throw proved to be of little use as the handle hit the center of the man's hand. It did however let man know his friend was down. The blood covered assassin turned to where Turen stood, already firing, luckily he had moved right after throwing the knife. The pistol was at the face of the conscript just a moment later, the face was covered in a mask and goggles. Turen pulled of the goggles, and was shocked to find a female glaring at him.

The woman shoved him away and darted out the door, dropping her assault rifle to run faster.
She WILL NOT get away! Turen screams in his head as he chases after her. Down the hall and out the door he ran. As soon as he got up the stairs a bullet met him... and it all went dark.......

(Hmm... I could just kill him off and make Chase's sister my character, wouldn't that be interesting?)

(plotline twists are needed, and I learned how to play a female from back in my more bored days playing MUDs.... but honestly I doubt I would do something like that this early...)

"Now boy. Tell me where are the children?" the sinister soldier looks at me with a smile.
I say nothing, thinking about what I need to do. With nothing else in mind, all I can hope for is charging at him with brute force. So, I begin to madly swing my wooden bat in the air, not really doing any damage or serving any purpose. The Coalition soldier jabs his stun rod at my shoulder and I fall hard to the floor. The pain was such a shock that I dropped my bat, which rolled on down the stairs. I'm writhing on the floor, again and again he attacks me with the weapon.

Finally, I find the chance to swing out my leg and knock him in his ankles. He falls to the floor and the stunn rod goes flying into the air and into the wall. I pick it up to use it, but it doesn't quite work correctly. He punches me in the face, and again, I fall to the floor. He begins to kick me, until I grab his foot and force him off his feet. The fight turns into a something like a barfight, with us just punching and hitting eachother with whatever we can find: boots, garbage cans, lamps, and clothing hangers.

After a long battle, rolling down the stairs, and falling into the kitchen, he slipped on the wet floor and hit his head on the ground. He was dead.
Bang! Clang! Gong! I hear odd sounds coming from below. Down in the basement, I find the cook and her wheelchaired husband, tied up in a dark corner. The man was pulling on a loose pipe, which would vibrate with others along the wall. Quickly, I untie them, hoping they are not badly injured.

"Where the hell have you been?" Marlene questioned me.
"I've been saving the kids lives. What do you expect? Are you alright?" I say.
"I'm okay, but we think her arm is broken," the man says.
I suggest, "Let's get you out of here."
"No. We were able to to rewire that old phone and call for help. An E.L. troup is coming any minute," the woman spoke.
These kids will be taken away. If E.L. knows what they mean to the Coalition, they'd be locked up like prisoners. Sure, for safety, but nevertheless. "I'm leaving..."
"What?" the husband asks, not really paying attention.
"...with the children."
"You are not!" Marlene protests.
I look at her with a grimace, "They are not safe with anyone else. Yes, I am taking them."

After more debate, I notice the time is ticking away. Quickly, I leave the house to find the children in the alley.
"Where's your brother?" I ask upon finding the girl, with the boy nowhere in sight.
"He said he heard a dog barking. I told him not to go, but he wouldn't listen," Cindy began to whimper.
Sh%t.

The room is sterile, more sterile than a hospital, in a manner. Not a spec of dirt was in the room, neither was any furniture, or much of anything besides a very uniform bed, in which Turen came to. He makes a move to get out of the bed, or would have but he was strapped down. A flash of memory forces his eyes to his shoulder, it was neatly bandaged with no sign of bleeding. The wound was near his collar bone, yet pretty superficial.

The shot shouldn't have knocked me out...
Not a moment after this thought finishes, two people enter the room, one in a cream colored long coat, the other in the tactical equipment Turen was getting too used to seeing.

"Ah! Your awake! Good," The cream adorned woman says with a hint of a smile.
Turen just glares at her, focusing his whole attention to her.
"I imagine you would feel that way. In case your wondering it was the brick wall you hit immediately after the impact of the bullet, not the shot itself." She continues.
Turen is steady glaring, wondering how much force it would take to break the restraints.
"I suppose your wondering why your even alive. Well, to put it simply, we want you to work for us. You took out two of our men with supposed ease, and allegedly jumped another. Oh, and your past seems to indicate you survived quite a beating at our expense. Simply put, you've been scouted for our Crack Assault and Recon Devision, or CARDs as they are more commonly known."
Turen blinks confusedly, What on earth makes them think I would join them?
"I know, you hate us, what could we possibly offer you for your loyalty? Well, we really don't care, you do not have a choice in the matter. We have specialized 'medical' enhancements we give to CARDs, and a little something for ones like you." Her smile turns into a sly smirk, as she walks over and pulls out a needle.

Turen moves around as best he can to stop her, but is abruptly stopped by the tactically attired figure. The needle's contents are injected, and Turen slips out of consciousness once more.

(wow, I like where I'm going with this, heh. That CARDs thing I thought was pretty cool. But if you can think of something else that sounds better and hasn't been used, like SWAT or STARS, let me know.)

Turen wakes up in a tank laying parallel to the ground, the liquid inside emptying out. He is barely aware of anything, his whole body has tubes attached to it. He opens his eyes slowly, trying to remember how he got were he was... but its blank. All he could remember was that he was now a member of CARDs, and his training was about to begin. This memory was reassuring and pleasant, this led Turen to reason that this was a goal he was aiming for, thus making it much more pleasant.

A woman walks over to the opening tank with a smile, a nice smile, no hint of devious thoughts.
"Unit 121, Turen, did you rest well?" She asks as she turns to some monitors on the side of the tank.
"Indeed Doctor, quite pleasantly actually. I can't seem to remember your name even though you are familiar to me." responded Turen in respectful manner.
"Its Shandra, Turen, Shandra Traver and its perfectly okay for you not to remember." She said nodding to herself.

Shandra was pleased with the monitors showing that his brain was working normal, with the lack of memory it is normal for the brain to revert to infancy. With few individuals it is possible for them to remain the same, but without recollection of the events of their past. Even without the thoughts and feelings they experienced being recalled. People and places can still seem familiar, but with seeming no reason why. Turen was successful in retaining his mental abilities, just as was theorized.

"You are welcome to remove those patches. Please move around and assess yourself, I need to know if you have any pains, cramps or anything." She hits a pad on one of the screens as she says this and the tubes remove themselves from him.

Turen sits up, and he is amazed, he feels completely different.... he thinks.
"Wow Dr. Traver, I feel amazing." He says with a grin.
"Thats good, sense your alright you are to report to distribution and get your room, clothes, and schedule." With this she hands him a floor plan that has DISTRIBUTION marked in big bold letters.
"Uh, thanks." He mutters thoughtfully as he walks out of the lab.

(woo, I'm interesting myself with this stuff... I need to copy all this onto my computer... I have a feeling this is going to rock.)

The path shown on the map is quite a loopy one, seems almost as if they want Turen to take the long way around the place.

Exiting the lab his next turn is to be a left down a hall, the building is so sterile it barely seems plausible that they have people living or working here. A soft click is heard by Turen when he reaches about halfway to his next turn. He instantly drops to the floor in a prone position, and shots hail across the hall above him.
What the hell? He thinks as he crawls away from it and warily runs for the turn.

He rounds the corner and is immediately faced with 3 stationary turrets, and instinctively dives towards them, causing 2 to shoot each other. He rolls a few feet and ends up next to the wall. He stands quickly and jumps up and off of the wall, landing upon the machine. Breathing a sigh of relief he kicks the barrel of the weapon and bends it. Turen then drops off of the turret and continues down the corridor, hearing the stationary construct backfire and destroy itself.

Their testing me!

Further down the hall he hears a mechanical hiss and falls backward in time to see the floor in front of him collapse. If I had been running.... He peers down the fissure. I'd be dead.

He studies his surroundings and notices something off about the fire alarm on the wall. Walking over, his thoughts are secure that there is something amiss with it. Turen pulls the little lever and the floor returns, but he remains anxious to try and cross it. He continues to search for another answer, giving up he approaches the area. He takes a final look at his map before taking the chance, and something new catches his eye. There is a weird mark on the map right about were the fire alarm would be, but with a line starting from it parallel to the hall.

Turen walks back over to the fire alarm and pushes it back up, and the wall slides open. A passage runs from this opening, and apparently ends somewhere down the hall. He enters the new path, into a void of darkness, around him he hears odd chittering and clicking sounds. The opening slides shut.

Deciding to run this length to get out of the darkness filled with the ominous sounds, Turen starts to feel a gradual decline in the floor. Slowing to a stop to use his ears better he can hear a liquid up ahead, so he kneels down to feel with his hand. Hmm I was right, water.... no wait, its too filmy feeling, but there is no odor. As his thought left, he figured he had no other route and began walking into the liquid. The floor still declining, worry started to beset Turen. Maybe the floor in the hall was safe.. The odd fluid was now up to his knees.

A quick motion in the watery liquid grabs his attention. Great, now what? As if to answer him there is a splash a few feet in front of him. This place is too narrow to get past whatever this is.. He turns back and moves as urgently as possible.

Back at the edge of the liquid, he stretches, arms raised. Leaning against the wall he lets his arms flop to his sides. His right thumb hits something in his pocket, something metal. Seizing the object, its easy to tell it was a his zippo. Can't believe I forgot I had my favorite zippo. Turen uses the lighter to create a modern torch to see by, to no avail. There is nothing worth noting and it all is starting to seem hopeless.

Only a few minutes pass and the lighter is starting to go out. Friggin great! if only i had a ..... fluid..... He remembers the filmy liquid, and also the fact that there was no odor. I hope I'm right. He makes a trail of the fluid-like liquid up the incline a short distance and lowers the dwindling lighter to it. A burst of flame immediately runs toward the liquid, and it burns an unnatural orange, it looks almost angry.

In but a few moments the flame is out, and the fluid is gone. The creature in it, burned alive. This place must be well ventilated He continues yet again.

Reaching the end of the dark passage was not a challenge. Exiting on the other hand seemed to be. Turen looks around, relighting his lighter. The knowledge that the flame will be short lived adds an unwanted urgency to his search. He finds a hole recessed in the wall straight ahead, and places his almost dead zippo in to see. The flame sets something off and the wall slides outward and up, leaving his hand clutching the lighter in the open.

Light flares in the corridor, and Turen walks out to assess his surroundings.
The newfound hall leads to the right and around a corner to the left. Turen glances at his map, according to it the Distribution room should be down the hall to the right, and sure enough it is a ways down the hall. He starts walking and reaches a hall meeting the one he is in, which leads to his right, as the Distribution Office is straight ahead of him. Looking down this connecting corridor, he sees a room far down that says Laboratory above it. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

He continues to Distribution with no more troubles.
Entering the office a man behind a counter looks up from a form with a smile. "So you made it! Pretty fast too, I'm a little impressed. Most fall in the pit or get stuck in the dark hall for awhile. One was on the path for a day, she threw off the schedule for the next trainee."

Turen nervously responds, "Er, Thank you, I guess, but what the hell? The lab is just down the hall with no traps! I don't remember a hall being their when I left!"

The man returns, "Yeah we use a complicated hologram when a trainee leaves the lab, as of yet it hasn't been figured out. Most don't even notice before they get here. You're Unit 121 right?"

Turen nods wearily, "Yeah thats me, say how many trainees come in if I'm only 121?"

Setting a sack on the counter the man states, "Well our scouting is for only the most rare, and many don't make it past the 'medical treatment'. Now take this and go down to B2, you'll find your room down there. Your room number is on the bag, and the elevator is down the hall back the way you came a bit."

With that Turen left the room and entered the elevator.



(OMG, sry its been awhile for anyone who might read this)