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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 11:21 pm
((Well convince the others.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 11:38 pm
((Guys, you all know you want rocket launchers. Don't even lie.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 11:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:05 am
Gabriel nodded, "You too." he said to Shae.
((Uh...I dunno what Joe said said, but Gabriel and Shae are just a two-man team....
Venom: Precision weaponry is where it's at!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:13 am
((Bu- it was in like one of your profiles! Right here: Tic_Tac_Joe Nowadays, he is an up-and-coming mercenary at the head of a shadowy organization. Refute that!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:33 am
((And by precise weaponry, he of course means "rockets."
But seriously, we just got a new sniper rifle. Enough precision. One sniper works as well as another at this stage. We need to increase our capacity to make s**t go boom.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 10:11 am
(I don't mind adding rockets, as long as we can work on more levels of human modifications later.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 11:03 am
((Plot development occurs Monday at latest.
Hurry, Joe! Hurry, Foreigner!)0
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:01 pm
.: okay...school is totally kicking my butt...GAH! WORLD OF EVIL!!! -_- someone wanna fill me in on what i missed?????? @_@ :.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:58 pm
((Jacob, 5 Star is going to be an actual Syndicate this time around. So we'll start with a small troop of mercenaries.
Bayer, they'll be lightly armed [P90s, MP5s, etc.] and I'll say before a mission if they'll be accompanying us.))
((Oh. And rockets are a no for me. Master of disguise doesn't exactly go with, "Hey, is that a rocket launcher in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?".))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:27 pm
((Well, if you choose weapons again, you might well end up with rocket launchers anyway. smile
And Asuka, you pretty much missed the mission. They got close to Daley, but Daley got away. Lots of injuries happened, conflicts occurred with enemy agents. Amelie was suspiciously non-present. Everyone returned home, found out that Daley was actually working for Bullfrog, agents were tipped off to come fight your team. Then you all went home. Take this opportunity to describe your home. Fast, 'cuz we're moving on tomorrow.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 10:15 pm
((I LIED!
Plot advances tomorrow when I'm not doing homework at some ungodly hour of the night.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:25 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 1:09 pm
((Ooooh, okay, I see.
And the rockets don't really suit Gabe))
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 4:43 pm
Chapter 2: Elections
A full week had passed until Team 018 returned to headquarters.
A week was actually a comparatively short amount of time; to most mercenary teams, especially those with injuries, time was given to allow their members to heal. These, however, were agents; no expense was spared upon them, and technically their functions were fully operational. Their bodies were growing back in the proper parts at the cost of a slight loss of energy, but being agents, they could handle it.
Whether or not they were capable (which they were), they were already upstairs, in the waiting room. Alyx checked her watch; it read 0810. The appointment had been for 0815, and so the doors ought to be opening up pretty soon here. For some reason, it was colder today; it was only mid-October, and the sea-controlled air was still comparatively warm, but it was cold in here, like someone had been running the air conditioner. It wasn't entirely pleasant. No one seemed in the mood to say anything; they were all either separated, or they were still half-awake. It was hard to say. Alyx checked her watch again; 0814. Just at that moment, it turned over to 0815 and the doors slid open. It was dark in the office, but not so much; now the mercenaries too could see Hades' outline. The agents could almost make out individual articles of clothing - the balaclava, the agentcoat - but no facial features.
After everyone was inside and either seated or standing near their seat, Hades spoke. "Well. Welcome back, everyone. We have a fresh assignment for you, which is what you're doing here.
"Elections. Who likes elections?" Hades raised his hand, glanced around, then let it slide. "Well. Richmond, up north, is having elections. It's between Ms. Kaylene Valya and Mr. Thomas Moore. Now, we're in favor of Ms. Valya, and I'll elaborate on why later, but more importantly, Boeing is not, and they intend to do something about it. So we're going to help out the police force up there by putting up some defenses. You're being mobilized with Agent Team 015, and you'll be attending an 'important function.' We can't dress you appropriately with what we want you to carry, so you guys are wearing agentcoats. You're all going to be assigned at least P-90s, and probably heavier armament for some of you. Mercenaries might be available at some point for backup. We'd prefer not to pull more troops in, though.
"Any questions?"
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