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((wait, I'm confused. Where exactly am I supposed to be? I'm with Squad Null, and it says that they're in the desert city, but it seems like everyone else is in a jungle. IM SO CONFUSED!!!))

((dear requiem, please note that we are not in a jungle. We, that means, I and my Team, am in a simulation room much like a Holodeck on Star treck in the mishaps headquarters. let's handle this outside, shall we?

OOh, and if you want to complain about my racial discriminatory view of the busdriver, he is actually existing, and based on my experience while I was travelling in China. .... I never prayed that much....
Anyone who is affected and disgusted by my previous posts, please, have it out on me. I know, my char is acting a bit weird, but hey, what the heck.... That's life for a 14 year old.... Lots of swearing going on, and never forget that an old perverted ape is just around the corner......))

The real world.
Brian closed the door behind him, and leaned against a white wall of the many corridors of the Mishaps headquarters. He looked at the apparent newcomer.
He took a cigarette out of his head-bandana, lit it, and noted that the newcomer seemed to take the xperience of being thrown out of the room really well. Also, being talked to by a half-nude 14 year old computer genius seemed to go remarkably well. He waved his hand in front of the guys face, and slapped him a few times in the face.
"You allright, mate? Aww, sheet,I should have locked the door, so noone wanders into the room. So,let me see. "
He tried to look impressive, distinguished, and mighty, but failed miserably. His skin was very light, since monitors did not provide a good tanning like they used to, he had too little muscle mass, and not more then a few gramms of fat on his body, because he managed to even forget how to eat sometimes, and he did not look very sane in his Boxershorts, his head bandana, the very electrically looking goggles around his head, and the massive computer-looking armband. He sighed, and sagged down a bit, while the doors locks shut the place tight. Only someone very familliar with the ventilation shafts, a good roll of cable, and some very good reflexes would be able to come into the room now.
He looked at the guy.
"I seem not to know you, so that means you are what we call fresh meat. I am "Tech", designer of security systems, sage of the computerized world, b*****d administrator from hell, hacker extraordinaire, friends with a rather millitant ape and the local sysadmin. Just think of me as The Q of a new age. Normally,you would have been able to meet my trainee, a rather wonderfull dude,who belongs to the family of the orang Utan,but is rather good with physical security. If you meet him somewhere in here, always remember,he is an Ape, or an orang Utan, if you want to have some extra points on his good side. He is called the Librarian, by the way. " He took a rather long puff on his cigarette, and looked up to the guy. In the process, his stomach growled like some kind of ancient predator. He sighed, and took the guy by the arm.
"The dudes in here are actually a bit busy. they try to play some kind of video game which I have designed. Remember Tanya? The woman that kicked you out of the room and clubbed you over the head? my creation, and I love her to death.
So, why don't we two lovebirds go to the caffeteria, I invite you to a healthy snack of everything ridden with fat, grease, coffein, suggar and salt, and you tell me why you wandered in like that, and I see where I can help you.... let me guess, you have reccieved a letter, or you have deccided that you would like to join, and simply looked into the building, found nobody, and deccided to go after the noise?"
He started to walk towards the caffeteria, pulling the guy after him. In a few minutes,he would be there, able to fill his belly with wonderfull snacks and so on. he looked up to the seemingly starteled guy.
"Come on,talk to me.... I dislike triggerfingers that are just silent.Who are you,what brought you in my room, and where did you originally want to go?"

The Simulation
The Major nodded.
"ok, that is acceptable. I think when you reach the backup base, we will find some stuff fitting for you. Fortunatelly, we are in South Korea, where nobody throws stuff away, but merely stores it someplace. "
He grinned, and stood up, as it knocked on the door. As it was opened by him,a tiny asian lady stood in front of the seemingly humongeous mayor, and blabbered something in an asian language.
The mayor simply patted her on the back, and turned around, as she hurried away.
"Gentlemen and -women, Your transportation is here. It may look like a good old american schoolbus, but since a military man is driving it, it will have no problems solving any traffic disputes. "
He pointed outside a second door, and motioned them to follow him.

On the outside of the building, it was a sunny day. A soft and gentle breeze flowed through air hpot enough to come straight out of a blowtorch, but wet enough to make it even worse. In the middle of a little square between two big building blocks, there stood a nearly ancient The driver opened the door, and motioned them inside.
Some of the windows were open, and provided some air circulation. The seats were old and a bit dusty, but without any of the typical schoolbus graffiti, and in top shape. the old driver smiled toothlessly, and sucked on his cigarette. He was about 4 feet ten, had the natural complexion of a chicken overdone with too much skin, and more wrinkles then a person should be allowed to have, and wore the remains of a khaki marines Uniform (private, for those with military backgrounds). He grinned, as the team borded the bus, and the major clapped him on the head.
"yes, this is old mad eye. Kind of a fossile in this place, but can drive like nobody. 340 traffic violations in the last month, but not a single accident, or even a crash. He's over a hundred years old, but the geezer is the best you can get. So, goodbye for now, and good luck for the mission. you will meet your next contact man in the Base..."
As the doors closed, the bus set off with a speed only matched by an american sports car, and raced on the street. Maybe a little surprised, you realise how little driving in rural areas in asia has to do with such nonsense like safety rules, blinking, or driving in a coherent line. You suddenly get a very good idea where the inventors of crash car demolition derbys got their Ideas from, and where the safety belt was invented. As you look foreward to your driver, you see him looking back at you, steering you with one hand through the traffic, at a speed of nearly 70 miles an hour.
"I no man like major. They think I no no of english. But I got son in new York. Good boy, but makes lots of money with one dollar sale. ev'ry thin one dolla,can you believe? "
He looks down at your various guns, suspicious packages, and the light amor of Lutz.
"AAh, you from new yourk too? you know, boom boom?"
He immitates a pistol shooting.
"You mother is hore?"
He looks at you questioningly, and a second later, grabs the wheel, steers the bus in a 90 ° curve, passes a bus filled with chickens, and yells something very rude and obscene at the driver, while gaining new controll over the drifting vehicle.
He grabs under his seat, and holds a DVD-case towards Azora.
"New film, brand new. Good quality. Wanna buy, wannabuy?? only two dolla,, because I not so dumb as son.... So, wanna buy? where you from? "
The movie title is written on a sheet of newspaper with magic marker, and it seems to be some kind of "Goldn Shaowa boi 1-3" . It looks more then just homemade.......

Azora didn't say anything. Not that she could... or even wanted to. The old man was basically hounding her down to buy a dumb DVD she won't even watch. She for one wasn't going to judge by looks but from what she could tell, he was very very bad a salesman. With the grammar skills to match.

She waved her hand in a polite sort of 'Hell, no I ain't interested.' She just wished that he was keep his merchandise to himself and his eyes no the damn road. Leaning back into the old bench and sneezed, dumb dust, dumb freaking air, so dumb she was sweating under her trench coat, damn black....

Azora leaned out the window, sort of, her entire head was out, her neck rested on the metal window frame. "She's from Japan, and me? I'm from Hell..." she said, dead serious, hoping that short sentence would suffice, she didn't feel like explaining to the old man which part of hell she came from, not like he would probably want to know, he will know soon enough anyway. The wind lashed at her face, her hair nearly touched the scorching pavement. But it was better then feeling like your in an oven. She made sure to keep an eye out of unsuspecting things that might hit her dangling head, since the driver sure didn't seem to be. "Dude just keep your eyes on the road before I pull them out of your wrinkly head." she whispered forcefully under her breathe. And just as an added thought, she wondered if this guy was made in Korea....

(I feel as if my rps skills are lowering....)

After finishing his discussion with the major, Steven had stayed fairly quiet throughout. Moving in was always a psyched time for him, and this simulator was real enough to elicit the natural reaction from him. Already he could feel adrenaline seeping ever so slowly into his veins. Time seemed to pass slowly for him; the usual combination of terror and anticipation set him into a sort of deadlock, and so he remained silent, taking up a row for himself on the bus with his legs stretched out. Swinging around, Steven quickly nabbed an open window, holding tight to the metal post in preference of flying to the other side of the bus.

As for the bus driver... well, Steven had met enough creepy old men for a lifetime. Especially if all the darned uncles he didn't know he had counted. They would be overpriced at a dollar store.

Quickly, Steven glanced down the P90's reflex scope, trying to track objects as they passed by quickly without pointing the firearm at anyone else in the bus. He managed it a couple time with passing vehicles, trees, and signs, but after a while gave up. At least he could say he was on par, and that was pretty good.

((Haha! The Convenient Ammo-Meter(tm) makes a comeback!))
1911: 8/48
92FS: 15/75
P90: 50/300

((I'm talking to Stalker; forgot to say that, whoops. I think she is still holding that thief, which outs her as a cop no matter what disguise she has. Last I saw, Paradigm and Rubiks were with Stalker, so I assumed they were still there. If not, no big deal.))

((Snake, I said looked. Like as in I looked to make sure... There are other sippers on it I would hope.))