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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:52 am
Jesabelle I have a calling Moving across the sky well over three miles up and heading for the I.O. complex, the stealthed plane held only one occupant. She waited for the green light before unbuckling her safety webbing and moving to the sleek crates across the walkway in the small bay. Opening the first one, the operative expertly slid into her gear, a thin, stab proof kevlar suit that would stop a slug from a .45 at thirty meters, combat webbing that had slots and holsters for weapons and magazines of ammo. The last thing to come out of the box was a small device which the woman put into a pouch over her right breast.
The next crate held a literal armory. Already knowing what she needed for this mission, the operative picked out a varying array of firearms such as the M7A2 Carbine, which had an Acog TA88/88A 4x32 scope with an integral RX03MC reflex sight, M7A-SD supressor and an AN/PEQ-22 TAM Aiming module/Tactical Light attached. This went on a Tac-sling that kept the weapon close at hand and ready to be brought up and fired in a single, fluid motion. Next came dual HK P625 MK30 Mod 0 pistols, complete with silencers, which slid into a hip holster and underarm holster, M1370 caseless shotgun in her other hip holster. Finally, for extreme close-quarters, she strapped a short katana and a combat knife to her back and shin, respectively. Also, remembering some of the tight places she'd been in before, metaphorically and literally, the woman grabbed several fragmentational and flashbang grenades, putting them in their appropriate pouches.
Onto the next crate, which held the ammo for every weapon the operative was taking. She loaded up, taking about five magazines worth of ammunition for every one of her firearms. She felt reassured by the weight of the weapons and ammo, confident in her ability to complete the task and conditions of her current contract. She moved onto the last and final crate. Popping the lid on this box, she let her eyes linger on the small back-pack sized piece of equipment. It was a personal levitation device, capable of slowing and halting a person's descent. She hoped it would perform to expectations.
The light flashed from green to yellow, indicating the drop point was nearing. The operative shrugged into the PLD and also put on her helmet, which sealed onto the rest of her suit and would supply her with air for the H.E.L.O. drop. As the bay door opened, the woman snapped the charging handle of her M7 back, chambering one of the caseless rounds before depressing a button on the small device above her breast. Her form shimmered out of the visible spectrum as she stepped into the void.
{intro post, will make landing in my next post, gtg}
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:41 am
Jesabelle I have a calling Due to the advanced helmet, the sound of rushing wind was just a soft whisper as the operative sped down toward the ground. Twenty five hundred feet from the ground the PLD activated and gradually slowed her descent till she was just ten feet above the track of the pt field. The device then cut out and she dropped the short distance to the ground, landing in a crouch with her carbine at the ready. The only sign of her landing was a slight disturbance of dust that quickly dissapated.
Making sure no one had observed her entrance, the invisible operative then moved towards the entrance to the main building, where she would begin her search for the target assigned to her.
Going around the side of the main building the invisible operative looked for some sort alternative entrance rather than the front door. Her conditions for the contract had been to silently infiltrate the base, take out her target, and then maky a hasty, noisy only if unavoidable, exfiltration.
Finding a window, the operative drew her katana and forced it into the small opening at the bottom and used the length of the weapon as leverage to pop the latch and open the window. Climbing in and resheathing her blade, she saw that it was a shower room and held her carbine at the low ready, waiting to see if anyone was still in the room. Judging by the humidity and moisture on the floor, the showers had been used very recently. Creeping out of the shower room, she found herself in a hallway with doors at regular intervals. She headed right, occasionally hearing a bit of conversation from the occupants within. In the briefing she hadn't really been given a lot of details, but the amount of zeros on the up front check wasn't the kind of thing she passed up all that much. Not to mention the check she'd get for completing the contract, so she hadn't asked that many questions. Still, something didn't seem right with the facility.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:07 am
Caitlin had dressed in the military style jumper that I.O. provided and ran to her assigned class, not knowing that she ran past the invisible operative. The bespeckled redhead did note a sense of uneasiness, but quickly dismissed it. She entered a classroom and sat beside Roxy, and began to take notes.
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Threshold was observing the students enter and leave the showers and locker rooms, when he picked up a presense of someone who shouldn't be there. Curious, the mentalist operative mentally cloaked his presense and erected a personal force field around himself. The blond operative then began to stalk the invisible intruder, but hadn't raised the alarm.... yet.
Michael was curious to see exactly what this... yes it was a woman... to see what this woman was up do. Threshold would intervene when he deemed it neccessary, but at the moment simply was quietly tapping as much information from her without alerting her to his presense...
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:07 am
Somewhere, a bell rang.
BRIIIIIIIING!
Nathalia shot bolt right up, eyes wide. "Two hundred and fifty two!" she blurted. The teacher frowned. "Class is over, Miss Carter. You may leave for what ever teacher needs struggle with you now." Nat blushed and picked up her notepad, heading outside.
Following her footsteps down the hall, she headed to her next class: History. She was silent, and for a few moments everything seemed like a normal school. Until her spine tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck raised. The oddest sense that someone was here that shouldn't be, struck her. And Nat being Nat, she had to find out who. "Screw class..." she muttered and began to search for the presence that was giving her the chills.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:18 am
Jesabelle I have a calling Technology is a wonderful thing, ain't it? Was the last thought Threshold heard from the operative he was following. Then a buzzing pain would start in the back of his skull. The cause of the blackout from the female was not a mental power of her own, but a small, highly advanced piece of technology integrated in her helmet, which she had not yet removed and had no plan to. She knew that the man was reading her thoughts because, as an integral part of the helmet and also the hud displayed on the face shield, the device notified her of a telepathic incursion into her mind and that it was being deterred. Whoever had really hired her knew that she liked toys and had decided to let her have some very useful technology.
As a common rule she learned from following others and sometimes being followed herself, the operative knew most people follwed behind and slightly to the left of their target and spun quickly, firing three supressed shots about where the mental stalker's chest should be. The caseless carbine didn't have the metal casings of normal rifles, which, combined with the high tech sound supressor, made the shots near completely silent. Except of course for the pressure caused by the round flying through the air. What made the operative so confident of her shots was that the integrated extroverted mental inhibitor was designed to disrupt the mental abilities of telepaths and would likely cause Threshold's cloak and telekinetic shield to be disrupted momentarily.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 7:26 pm
Her heart stopped. Even with a silencer, the distinctive wump wump wump of three shots could be heard nearby. Nathalia turned, her eyes scanning still. Her dad had taught her to run from such sounds. Nat was going to ignore the little voice in her head. She turned left, and saw nothing at all. But something was there, her gut was screaming at her to run; instinct honed in the slums of CA.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:19 am
Threshold immediately knew of the device, when Jesabelle activated the mental shielding in her helmet. Michael backed out mentally, but still received some of the electrical feedback from the device -- severing the link. With some of his powers affected, the blond mentalist dove for cover using his heightened reflexes. Momentally saved by diving around the cover from the mercenary woman, the experienced I.O. operative pulled all of his focus to his telekinetic powers only, and reraised his force shield.
Threshold simply smiled evilly when he switched on the security alarm....
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:55 am
Jesabelle I have a calling Now that she could see her mental stalker, the operative did not stop, no, in fact she just kept firing one round after another in a rythmic wumph...wumph...wumph. As she did, she backed away swiftly her attention on Michael. Another notice had flashed on her hud, notifying her of an alarm activating throughout the compound.
Cursing herself, the operative fired two more rounds into the wall Michael had taken cover behind and turned around, already in full sprint. Turning off her own cloak and taking a left, Jesabelle checked the cartridge of her rifle. Twenty rounds left, plus one in the tube. Damn, didn't mean to spend that many CR's on whoever the hell that was. Putting the cartridge back into her rifle, Jes started calling up the layout of the area she'd already mapped in her mind.
Judging from the design of the outside of the building and from what I've seen of the inside already, this is more like and institute then a paramilitary compound. My target isn't likely to be up on this level or any of the opper levels, that is if she's following the cliche of baddies. I need more information on this complex. She thought to herself. Thinking quickly, and keeping the inhibitor device active, Jesabelle reactivated her cloak and crouched behind a corner further down the hall, waiting for the man to follow her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:53 am
There had been a flash of light and something shimmered. A woman appeared, racing past Nathalia, checking her gun cartridges. And then just as fast, she faded. Blinking in confusion, Nat hesitated. This day was turning more than a little bizarre. But she had no clue as to where the mysterious woman with the gun had gone, and so she instead raced to find security.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:05 pm
Nat found security soon enough, six black armored I.O. operatives with rifles leveled tham at Nat -- until one of them recognized the girl holding up a hand in the others way, "Whoa! That's one of the students!!!"
Turning back to Nat, the visored operative quickly asked, "Did you see anyone!? Which way!?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:00 pm
"They- they went to the left!" Nathalia uttered, "But I think they are cloaked, they faded out of view and-" she trailed off. And the person was armed. She blinked and finished her warning, "They're armed."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:51 pm
The Black Talon operative pointed directly at Nat, "You get back to your class and stay there! I'll check up on you later Miss Carter!" The operative waved a hand in the direction that Nat indicated and the squad followed the man that Nat would have just realized was Cpl. Matt Tallmann -- the man she spoke with earlier.
Before Nat had any time to think about it, Helga Kleinmann tapped her shoulder, "Miss Carter, come this vay now! Ve are on an emergency lockdown!"
As alarm klaxons continued to go off, the instructors keep the students safely locked up in the classrooms, while the soldier's close in from different directions trying to herd the intruder into a dead end.
Threshold's voice was heard on the Black Talon's comms, "Round her up people. I want her captured, alive and unmarked! Make it happen people!" The blond mentalist then sent a private message to Ivana in a slightly harmonic voice, "Oh Ivana.... We have a vistor. I know you're with Dr. Willowfield tight now. If the intruder gets close, I'll let you know." Switching off the comm but listening to the soldier's chatter, Threshold calmly followed the now running engagement whistling.
Ivana listened to the Threshold's message and turned toward Henry Willowfield, "We have an intruder, Henry. I've read your file, how are your combat skills?"
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:04 pm
Nathalia jumped a few feet in the air, but straightened at the sight of her P.E> teacher. ROTC kicked in and Nat nodded, moving swiftly to her classroom. She wondered how they would catch the invisible person.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 9:10 pm
Jesabelle I have a calling Hearing the booted feet of the Talons coming down the hall, the infiltrator pulled a grenade from it's pouch and pulled the pin. She then waited, cooking the grenade until the operatives were just about ten meters away. Peeking around the corner, she threw the grenade in a strong sideways arc right into the throng of bodies advancing on her.
Normally, the grenade she'd thrown, an M67 fragmentational grenade, had an approximate detination time of five to eight seconds. As she'd cooked the explosive device, that time was now about two to four seconds. The grenade would explode just as it reached the operatives, causing significant damage with a kill radius of eight meters and a casualty radius of fifteen. Jesabelle instantly fell back and sprinted down the hall perpendicular to the hall with the Black Talons and the grenade.
The mission had changed, it was now survival at any cost and complete the mission if she could. Jes knew better than to fight a greater force head on, though she'd probably just taken out a good deal of them. She kept running and checking her six, just in case she had pursuers.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:37 pm
The grenades launched at the Black Talons caused them to fall back a bit, taking casulties. Not that deterred the operatives: While one squad pressed Jes with energy rifle fire, another squad of Black Talons manuevered themselves in front of the fleeing lady mercenary -- ready to fire a volley when she rounded that corner...
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