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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:28 am
For those of you who don't already know, this is based upon the James Bond 007 series, specifically Casino Royale, meaning this is probably much more of a 'serious' RP than others. Before we get to the storyline, I'll give you my extensive profile skeleton, which you may want to think of as you read through the story: For RPer's such as Chang and myself who are into mercenary/spy stuff, we'll most likely know a lot of the information, but I've added hints and guidelines to fill out the skeleton so things will be easier and more accurate. Character Name: (Please make this a realistic name, not something like PwNmAstERAss or some gay s**t like that) Gender: Character Alliance(s): (Basically, who're you with? Choices include SMERSH (Russians), CIA (American), British Secret Service/M16 , Turks Other (Specify)Can be multiple ) Birthplace: Age: (Generally, agents aren't too young or too old) Relationships: (Generally, agents aren't married or have children, but if the married women in the beach house became too tempting...) Weapon of Expertise: (What is your specialty, if any, or a general area of expertise) Weapon(s) of Most Use: (What weapon(s) do you generally have on you during missions) Personality: (Briefly) Status: (active/inactive agent, on/off assignment, accounted for/ MIA) Appearance: (If you've ever watched a Bond film at all, you'll know they dress sharply. You damn well will too.) Biography: (Don't be afraid to make this long. I know Chang will. It can repeat previous information, preferably in a chronological order. You should probably add how you came into your sector) StorylineThanks to Hammi and Chang for contributing! "Mr. Gustavo, where are the shipments?" "In Docking Bay 4, Mr. Strakovsky. Now, let's discuss our... business transactions?" "Of course. Over a game of blackjack?" "I'd be delighted." "Mr. Gustavo, my closest friend and right-hand man tells me you are asking for an exemplary amount of money. Several million in fact." "It's getting riskier and riskier shipping simple things like drugs, Mr. Strakovsky. But what you're asking is far riskier. It could get us killed on the spot. Of course I need... precautions..." "What you need Mr. Gustavo is to trust me. I take care of those who supply me with the materials I need." "Well, Mr. Strakovsky, these materials can only be used for one thing in my opinion. And I demand compensation for taking these risks." "Or?" "Or I break silence. But silence can easily be bought. $100 million cash." *Strakovsky pulls out gun and shoots Gustavo in head* "Silence can also paid in blood." In this world, one wrong word can be your last. This is the world that few know. The world of drugs, terrorism, money, and arms. Allies turn on each other, and there is no promise of tomorrow, or of anything, for that matter. This isn't a world for the brave of heart, for the courageous. This is a world of the rich, the powerful, and the unknown. The Unknown deals, unknown dealers, connections, sources, allies and enemies. But most importantly: The unknown agent. A man who will never be in the paper, whose face must never be known, will never settle, will never quit. But now, the world has changed again. A new power is arising. Viktor Strakovsky, a new and rising drug and arms dealer, selling to some of the world's most powerful nations. His products finance wars and Jihads, and seep through the world, bringing it wherever it goes. His cover is that he is a bank owner and professional gambler. He commonly uses the money from his clients accounts for personal use, and rumor now is, he's got a price on his head after losing large amounts of money via high-stakes poker, baccarat and betting on races. The question now is, how many people are after him? And who wants what? Watch the Trailer now!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPoGht-7h7g
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:31 am
Alright, I think we're just about ready to go... It'd be nice if Chang could do more of his awesome Ad's **Hint Hint** in the Event thread and throughout the guild so we might attract some newer members into RP'ing to keep them more active. Character Name: Rachel Martin Gender: Female Character Alliance(s): M16/ British Secret Service Birthplace: Niagara Falls, Canada Age: 34 Relationships: No lovers, children, or close friends Weapon of Expertise: Small Arms Weapon(s) of Most Use: Walther P99, Smith & Wesson 9mm. Personality: Cold, Generally lacks emotional showings, smokes and is generally irritable. Status: Active, Not currently on assignment Appearance(s): Formal:  Regular Dress:  Biography: Born in Niagara Falls, Canada, 1 Nov, 1974 . Parents owned a small store in the town, but despite their efforts, they remained poor, bottom-class citizens. As she aged, Martin began to feel great angst and hate for the small life she lived, and dreamed of being more. After doing a stint in the Canadian Air Force on assignment in Britain, She was offered a desk job by the British Secret Service as a coder. She was generally displeased with her cubicle, and began drinking and smoking, along with gambling. Though her gambling was a rage outlet, she became talented at it, computing cards almost instantly. After several months of being disgruntled, Martin boldly charged into her Sector head's office and demanded something more. The director, known as M, admired her determination and spirit and began giving her small assignments, working gradually larger and larger. Her next assignment is unknown, but is expected to be a great challenge. ~~~~~~~ Character Name: James Yun Gender: Male Character Alliance(s): The Organization (mercenary and hitman contractor), freelance Birthplace: Hong Kong, People's Republic of China Age: 39 Relationships: Widowed, no surviving children Weapon of Expertise: Assault rifles, sub-machine guns (9mm preferable), most caliber of pistol Weapon(s) of Most Use: Smith & Wesson .45 ACP pistol, silenced Personality: Cold, calculative, sarcastic, sharp-witted, slightly gung-ho Status: Active, on leave for the moment Appearance: (Hmm, not much of a change of avi is it?)  Biography: Born Yun Liuchang in Hong Kong, China, 16 August 1968. Mother sold to Triad slave trade, father relocated him, Yun, and his 4 brothers to Los Angeles, California in 1979. 2 brothers became addicted to crack cocaine and were subsequently murdered in drive-bys in 1985 and 1993. Father died in 1990 of stroke. He and his remaining brothers seperated, him and his closest brother John 'Kung' went to join the United States Marine Corps while his other brother went to ITT. Yun, American name James, and his brother John were deployed in Operation: Desert Storm in 1991. James was the only one to make it back alive, whereupon he was disowned by his remaining brother for seeking to throw away a life his brother believed their father tried to give back to them. In a rage, James murdered his brother and was subsequently arrested with homicide in 1992 and dishonorably discharged from the Marines Corps. He was never successfully convicted and walked free in late 1992. He disappeared for awhile and joined the Blackwater Mercenary organization's United States sect, whereupon his talents and ruthlessness was recognized in 1997 by The Organization, Blackwater's parent contractor. He was successfully recruited in fall of that year and has been in the organization ever since. He married once, in 1999, to Mary Alexandra Hong and they had two children, Johnathan, who was named after his late brother, and Matthew. All perished in a home invasion attempt during James' time overseas on operation. After a half-year of depression and binge drinking, James returned to work at The Organization. He has never remarried. ~~~~~~~ Character Name:Brandon Baker Gender: Male Character Alliance(s): Brandon runs Dogma, a large Irish mob. Birthplace: Limerick, Ireland Age: 23 Relationships: A couple lady friends that he keeps around. icon_wink.gif Weapon of Expertise: Counting cards Weapon(s) of Most Use: Always keeps two revolvers with him. Personality: Very loose. He makes a lot of jokes, and loves to laugh. Though when he needs to be, he can be serious. Status: Mob boss Appearance:  Biography: Brandon was born into the mob as he was the son of the mob father. Unfortunately, he had four older brothers. But by the time he was 20, he didn't have any brothers. On his twenty first birthday, he put a bullet in his fathers head and took place as the leader of Dogma. He made a lot of acquaintances, and made a lot of business deals, but he always kept his best friends by his side. He taught himself to count cards while playing Black Jack. From this he made even more money. Eventually, he heard about a serious gambling game that was invite only. He didn't know what game was being played, but he wanted in. He used his connections to earn himself an invitation. ~~~~~~~ Character Name: Brandon Lum Gender: Male Character Alliance(s): KSK (German Special Forces) He accepts some things from them, but works for MI6. Birthplace: Burnaby, BC, Canada Age: 24 Relationships: Single. Weapon of Expertise: AK-47 (Pistol) Weapon(s) of Most Use: MK-23 (Pistol), AK-47 (Assault Rifle), Steyr Scout (Sniper Rifle) Personality: A little quirky, funny, sarcastic, witty and calculating. Status: Active/ On assignment. Appearance: Off Duty:  On Duty:  Brandon would dress the way he wanted, so you could pick him out from the crowd at work. When he's on duty, he's somewhat obsessed about masks, so he'll wear one. Biography: Brandon was born in Canada, then was briefly taken back to Germany with his mother after things hadn't gone well with the father. While in Germany, Brandon aged and grew to six, then was taken back to Canada, where he lost the accent. For the next few years, Brandon lived in Canada until he decided to travel the world with a few friends. Along the way, one of them died, due to some attack, which had been made by the government. The others bailed out while Brandon was left behind, it was then that he stayed with his friend, Larry, bleeding on the sidewalk. After the event, Brandon enlisted into the GSG-9 and was taken into the KSK. The work was starting to get boring and he was getting tired of it, so he made his way to England, where he tried to get into the MI6. He succeeded. He started as one of the armory workers, then he went to the gadgets, then his affiliation with the KSK was made public and no one paid any attention, since they knew that the two counties were friendly to each other. Occasionally, an agent would ask Brandon to get things from the KSK, they would oblige, then Brandon would get something in return, like a cup of coffee, in exchange for a gun. While he was in England, he met the Queen, as well as a few other people, then he developed a relationship with the girl developer down in the gadget division. He was assigned the number '024' but he didn't understand, because there were supposed to be two '00's' but they told him to never mind. He did some training missions, then he developed a taste for the weapon that the GSG-9 had given him, an MK-23. Along the way, he got an AK-47 from a friend in Mother Russia, then as a final gift, he was given a Steyr Scout, from a good friend of his. He used the guns in training a lot, but then his work went from office work to field work very quickly as he was pulled out for his first mission. That is this mission. ~~~~~~~ Character Name: Finnley (Finn) Malcolm Gender: Female Character Alliance(s): CIA Birthplace: Vicenza, Italy, but moved to America when she was 6. Age: 27 Relationships: No significant others or children to speak of. Weapon of Expertise: Handguns. Weapon(s) of Most Use: Compact semi-automatic Smith & Wesson .45 ACP Personality: Calm and quiet, but can be voluptuous if needed to get the job done. Status: Active/Off Assignment Appearance: Casual   Formal Biography: Finn was the first and only child of ex-CIA agent’s Gavyn Malcolm and Cordelia Valentini. The two were partners for a time while Gavyn was stationed in Vicenza, and Finn was the result of a passionate one-nighter. When she was six, her mother was killed while on assignment, and in his grief, Gavyn moved himself and his daughter back to his home in America, where he continued his work. Growing up had not been easy for Finn, as she had been raised to be less trusting then most children. She had very few friends and always preferred solo hobbies. It was almost too easy for her to follow her parents footsteps into the CIA. As soon as she turned 20, they began offering her small tasks that could be viewed as training missions. All of which she performed perfectly. After 7 years in the agency, she is still viewed as one of their top agents. She runs everything by the higher ups and does everything by the book, which can become a flaw itself if one is not careful enough. ~~~~~~~ Character Name: Bryant Kaiser Gender: Male Character Alliance(s): CIA Birthplace: Tuscon, Arizona Age: 25 Relationships: none at the moment Weapon of Expertise: knives Weapon(s) of Most Use: hidden knives and a gun hidden in my tux Personality: keeps to himself, goes back for allies Status: active agent Appearance: Formal:  Casual:  Biography: Bryant was having a really bad day one day and saw that there was a hostage situation going on in the office where he worked. He walked in and saw that the men had guns. They had not seen him yet. He looked over and saw that there were a couple of pens. He threw one at one of the guys and it just hit him. They aimed their guns at him and he immediatly put his hands up and got on his knees. They figured that he wouldn't be a problem so they brought him over to the rest of the hostages. When the guys walked over to the window to list their demands, Bryant got up and kicked a guy in the stomach and stole his gun. He turned around and shot the rest of the guys in the legs. He helped the hostages get out of the building. When Bryant got out, the CIA got him and asked him a couple of questions and brought him into the CIA. Why they were there, he could never figure out. A few years later, He got a mission to do some lousy surveillance work at a casino. They had information that states that there was a secret organization going on underground. ~~~~~~~ Character name: Brian Dises Character age:31 Gender:Male Birthplace: Hahn,Germany,Feb. 4,1977 Weapon of Expertise: Silenced M16A4 Weapons of most use: M16A4, M107 .50 cal. long range sniper rifle Personality: Calm, Collected Status: Active,Off assignment Allaince:CIA Appearance:  Biography: Brian Dises was born in Hahn, Germany, a small military oriented town. His parents left for Vietnam when he was young. He was sent to America to live with is uncle who worked for the CIA. Brian showed a special liking to the CIA. At the age of 18 He decided to join. During training recruiters saw Brian would be a special agent. When his uncle died he took his place and has become a successful assassin ever since. He has been sent to Europe off assignment. (( and the story continues from there)) ~~~~~~~ Character Name: Samson R. Iggi, (AKA Hax) Gender: Male Character Alliance(s): has many relations to the Chinese. Other : mostly for hire Birthplace:Jacksonville, FL Age:25 Relationships: Was an only child and has broken all ties to his family. Weapon of Expertise: Prefers silence to loud. Hacking is his 1# expertise. Weapon(s) of Most Use: M16 and MK24 pistol. Silence is golden Personality: Thoughtful and kind. Does not fall for the little black dress. Status: An active agent, but stay off duty until he finds job. Appearance:  agent Formal Dress  Biography: Hax figured his talent of hacking and messing with electrial equipment in his high school years. There, he learned his stealth skills and how not to get caught. But one unfortunate day on a field trip to Hong Kong, some one discovered him. Another agent. He was kidnapped in a false car crash and taken to the government of China. China promised to return him to which he came, if he would hack some systems. he was successful but the China did not follow their end of the bargan. Instead they kept him and morphed him into their Spy. Luckily for him, they trained him too well. And on one mission after completing it he disappeared, from every where. Now he goes under the codename HAX, and still keeps in touch with China, but not its government.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:57 pm
James Yun, born Yun Liuchang, took another puff of his cigar as he flipped through his Early Sunday copy of the Los Angeles Times. He currently resided in the home he and his ex-wife shared before the incident just outside of Inglewood. They say it is a bad idea to remain in a place where such an atrocity took place, but James could neither afford moving to another place nor would he want to draw too much attention himself by relocating. Despite his 'questionable' profession's high pay, James still found it difficult making certain ends meet after all expenses were taken into account as well at his employers has taken their cut. Speaking of which, he hadn't been on assignment for at least a week now, which wouldn't ordinarily be a reason for thought, but was a bit disappointing since his pockets were feeling a bit light. He put the paper back on his breakfast table and walked over to his laptop computer. He turned it on and waited for it to load by going over to his bedroom where he changed into his usual attire which was universal whether he was on or off duty; an entirely black suit with a crimson blood red tie. The reason for his uniformity was that although it would draw attention immediately afterward, no one tended to pay that much attention to a 30-40, medium built Oriental man in business attire. In fact, his only distinguising feature is the scar he had received during his service in Operation: Desert Storm, the Purple Heart he received because of it still attatched to his USMC dress uniform. He was slipping his Beretta M9 into his shoulder holster when he heard the distinctive chirp of an email in his inbox. He finished dressing and walked to the living room where his laptop was and clicked on his email inbox. The only message in the box read: Quote: To: Jacob Yummerman
From: Trevor Oberstein
Hey Jacob!
How's life, pal? Sorry to hear about your cold, man. Anyways, I know you're sick but Mr. Iverson needs some help finishing our latest project and you're the only one in the office that can help us out. Think you can handle it?
Peace!
Trevor It was all code, of course. Jacob Yummerman's intials were JY, which were also James Yun's initials. In case any officials were sticking their nose where they were supposed to and where James didn't want them to, the name as well as the rest of the message would throw them off. Trevor Oberstein (TO) stood for The Organization, his primary contracter. What they sent him read properly as: Quote: Your trail's fallen cold, James. You can come back to work. A Mr. Iverson has contacted us with a job. Contact us if you accept. James clicked the reply button and typed: Quote: Hey Trevor,
Yeah, I'm feelin' better, but I went to the free clinic the other day. I don't want anyone else to get sick if I try and go back, though, so can you mail me the project specs?
Thanks,
Jacob The reply came 7 minutes later: Quote: Hey Jacob,
God you're such a neat freak, lol! Listen, there's something wrong with the databases so no one here can attatch files. Hey, I know, meet me at the Arby's near the office in downtown.
Peace!
Trevor James nodded and headed out the door. He locked the door behind him and headed for his car, a 1989 black Toyota Camry. Of course, when on assignment, he had other cars at his disposable, such as the Jag in his 'company' safehouse in NYC, but in LA, if you worked at an office and lived just outside of Ingelwood, a piece of crap like that won't draw too much attention. He drove to the meeting, mindful to stay inconspicuous.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:17 pm
Brandon sat down at the table. He was starving after today's 'work'. He sat back as the waiter came and took his order. He looked over the table at the man who came to him for help. "What is it you need?" Brandon asked. The man took his hat off and put his head down. "I need you to....you know.....whack somebody for me." The man said, stumbling over his words. Brandon smiled. "Oh yeah? Whats in it for me?" Brandon loved messing with these guys. He got them all the time. The man looked up at him. "There's a high stakes poker game. I think its poker. Its definitely gambling though. It's completely invite only." Brandon cut off the man right there. He leaned forward and stared the man in the eyes. "Are you telling me, there's a high stakes game and I'm not invited?" The man just nodded. "B-b-b-but! I can get you an invite." The man said as Brandon pulled out his gun. Brandon put it away. "Alright then, get me an invite, and I'll kill this man that you want dead."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:34 pm
James pulled up into the Arby's parking lot and got out. He was about to walk in before purposely dropping a pen. He went to pick it up and did so slowly enough so that his contact could properly ID him but quickly enough so that it wouldn't be too suspicious.
By the time he stood up, he saw a man wearing a light green button-up shirt with blue tie and black sportscoat waving at him. "Hey Jacob!"
James put on a fake smile and waved back. He walked over and shook the stranger's hand. "Hey, Trevor," he greeted.
'Trevor' led James into the restaurant. "Come on, pal, let's grab a bite to eat, we haven't done that in ages!"
James smiled fakely again and laughed. "Yeah, yeah..."
"See, you sound great!" Trevor said, laughing some more.
He knew it was all an act and continued to play along. "Hey, I've saved up all these sick days, now that I'm finally sick, might as well enjoy myself."
"Oh, don't let boss here that."
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25 minutes and two orders of burgers and fries later, James found himself sitting in his car skimming the contents of his new assignment. A few words caught his eye immediately, primarily 'arms dealer', 'Russian', 'casino', and '$25 million'.
James smiled genuinely and widely at the payment. 'This guy obviously has some big time enemies for a mark that big to be put on him. Sucks for him!' He drove to his house so he could order his airline tickets.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:47 pm
"Jesus Christ..." "What?" "They hacked into the bloody network, everything is being rerouted to some place..." "Well, TAIL IT." "Alright alright..." "Anything?" "Yeah, something that says, T.O. Who the hell is this to? Is this supposed to given TO somebody?" "I guess so, let's get going, we can't waste anymore time here." Brandon muttered. He had been sent to some Russian area, to find intel on the target. Looks like someone else was in on the hunt. "Hey, Sokolov, we gotta go." "Ah yes, where do you need to go?" He asked. Sokolov was Brandon's informant in Russia. The target, Viktor Strakovsky; an arms dealer and drug manufacturer. MI6 where still had no idea where to get him, so they sent Brandon to go and find out he was going. "At least it's not that cold here, eh?" "Yes, it could be much, much worse..." Sokolov agreed. He looked at Brandon, then around the room, it was a storage room, with a very knocked out guard on in one of the crates. Luckily, no one had noticed when he was literally tossed in. "Sokolov, can you access the security feeds and find a way out of here?" "Yes... There. There's an air-duct in this room, it will take you to the main hangar, then you can escape. You have to be quick, though the guards seem to be quite... on guard." "Think they know I'm here?" "Possibly... I don't think so, but I do know that the KGB and the GRU are involved in this..." "Are you sure?" "Sure! A Russian arms dealer has a lot of money, the Russian military and the KGB would love some extra funding..." "I see... I'll have to confirm this, back at headquarters..." He explained. "Alright Brandon, you're on your own. I have to get to my lab, remember to find Hal Emmerich..." "I'll get you out of here... Trust me." "I trust you... Just hurry!" Sokolov said fiercely then ran out the door, in direction of his lab. "Great..." Brandon muttered, then pulled out his silenced MK-23 and walked out the door. Behind him, was a guard, but he hadn't seen him yet. Brandon had to find the documents before he could escape, where they were though was something all together. He turned on the codec that he had and pressed his finger to his ear. After he dialed the right frequency, a voice answered, "Scorpion... are you there?" "Yeah... Why did you give me that as a codename...?" "Would you like 'Meouth'?" "NO. I'll stay with 024." "Right. Right. So, what's your status?" "Sokolov is still alive, I don't think that anyone knows what's going on yet... I still need to locate the files but I have an escape route." "Good, get back safely 024." "I will. Out." He ended, then walked across the hallway into the cubicles. After several minutes, he got out and climbed into the air-ducts, on level B3. His escape was on 1F. Soon after he got into the tech lab, he saw Sokolov, with a bullet in his head. "Damn..." He muttered and felt a barrel against his own. "I've been waiting..." The man muttered, then pulled the gun away. "So you're the new one... I can't wait to see and find out how much of a man you are!" He declared and pulled his revolver. "My name... is... Revolver Ocelot." "...." Brandon kept his silence, then turned around to face the man. He was an older, balding while haired man. He looked like this. 'Revolver' holstered his gun as Brandon did the same, with both of their hands tingling for their guns, Revolver yelled, "DRAW!" Bullets fired wildly and some of them hit Brandon, he got shot in the chest and in the arm, but he had armor on his chest, so only his arm had the gun shot wound. The gun fight lasted about five minutes and after those five minutes, the room looked like hell, but Revolver booked and the computers didn't work anymore. He snuck through the halls, knocking out the occasion guard and breaking the necks of some others. As Brandon was about to enter another lab, a guard approached him from behind, "FREEZE!" "Ah s**t..." He muttered, turned around, disarmed the guard and knocked him out, with a quick impact with the wall. He looked around and saw a scientist on the ground, backing away. The reason was because some guard was holding him at gun point, which abruptly changed when the guards brain splattered all over the wall. The scientist freaked, "AHHHH!!!" He screamed and hid in a locker, while more guards approached from behind. After a few quick shots, the guards were all dead. "It's safe to come out now..." "Really? This is like something out my anime shows..." "Relax. Are you the scientist?" "Yeah... I'm Hal." "Good... I need to get files from the computer, about Viktor Strakovsky." "Why would you need files on... Oh, you're..." "Yeah... I'm not one of them." "Okay... Well I'll see what I can do. What's your name?" "... Snake..." "Alright, then Snake, what now?" "I'll be right back, so hang on." "Right." Hal answered, then Brandon left. A little ways back, Brandon had spotted an armory, luckily he could rig it so it would explode, then create a distraction long enough to get Hal and him out of there. After ten minutes, Brandon finally found it, then set all the trip mines to invisible, while the semtex was wired to blow. With the diversion now in place, he ran back to the lab to get Hal. "Hey, Hal, you here?" "Yeah, I got the files." "Do you know where he's going?" "Not exactly..." "I'll take them back to headquarters... Come on, we're getting out of here." "Alright. Oh, call me Otacon..." "Otacon?" "Yeah, it's a kind of nickname since I like anime and I went to the Otako convention..." "Alright then, Otacon; sounds good." The two ran from the lab, with bullet's licking their heels and plenty of dead ends. After three hours, Brandon got knocked out, when he managed to get awake, he found he was in a brace. Looking around made he realize he was also in a torture room, with Revolver in there with him. "I've fought in seven wars, officially and too many to name under to covers, to me, this isn't torture, this is sport..." "You're an animal..." "I did say I was Revolver Ocelot. I'll tell you one more time, what are you doing here?" "..." "Very well... let the games begin!" Revolver pushed a button and immense pain ran through him, electrical torture. "Ready to talk?" "..." Brandon tried to catch his breath. "Again!" Revolver cheered and slammed the button. "AAARRRRGGHGHGAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAACACAKACKAAKCKACKK... Hhh aaahaa ahhha aahhh aahh aahh..." "We'll play again... Take him away!" He ordered and Brandon was taken back to his cell. His sneaking suit was gone, all that he had was his pants and boots. The guards carried him to the cell and tossed him in. There was a terrible smell, since there was a dead body in there. After a few minutes, the guard had to use the bathroom, so Brandon called Otacon, who came in very quickly and gave Brandon some ketchup and food. After a while Brandon had gotten sick of waiting so he laid down, then pour some ketchup to make it look like blood. Amazingly, the guard came back and saw that Brandon was 'bleeding' so he entered the cell, then was briefly a**-kicked and knocked out. He used the codec again and made contact with Otacon. After another grueling six hours the two came to a long hallway, then they heard thumping. Suddenly, a rather muscular man with a chain gun torn off of a downed F-15 thundered, "Nice to meet you... This will be a glorious battle!" "s**t." He swore a ran for dear life with Otacon, where Brandon was hit about four times. With a few well placed shots and some serious amount of luck, Brandon managed not to kill, but stun the man. The man had other plans though. "Ahhh yes... You have defeated me... Very well..." The man said, then tapped a grenade against his head and exploded. With nothing to say, the two made it out of the high security area and Brandon found his gear. With his sneaking suit back on, the two made their way back to the storage room on 1F after four more hours, with a slight hitch: Brandon didn't know when the explosion was going to go off, he just armed them. "DAMN! I forgot to time the explosives!" "Uh-oh... So when do w-" The explosion occurred and shook the facility like an earthquake. The alarm came on and Brandon tossed the grate aside and let Otacon in first, since he didn't have any armor. After a few minutes of crawling, they finally got out of the vent and fell into the hangar, but there was no one there. "Worked like a charm." "Alright then, Snake, let's go." Otacon cheered and ran ahead, with Brandon following close behind. They searched the hangar, then found a jeep, suitable for the environment outside; Icy, very icy. "Where to, Snake?" "Brandon... my name is Brandon." "I'm Hal Brandon." "Oh yeah, Hal. Brand and Hal, that's a good one!" "Hahahaha..." Brandon was sore after all he'd been there for more than twelve hours, but not tired, Otacon was hungry. Then the two started towards the road, to the rendezvous point. It took a while, but they got there. Brandon got on the codec, "We have the documents, and I have Hal Emmerich here, he's okay." "That's good news 024." "Thank you." "Are you alright?" "Yeah... I'm fine. Do you know where Viktor is going?" "Yes we do, that's your next assignment." M said. The channel closed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:51 pm
"Well oh my, but luck be a lady tonight!" Said the croupier as he dealt a new hand and smiled widely. She knew that smile. The smile that said, God damn b***h, you want to pass some of that money over here for a change?
Ordinarily, she wouldn't have. But this was different. All the hot-shot players, be it baccarat, hold 'em, black jack, always tipped the dealer big time after a largely successful round. And she had learned by now that no matter where she was or who she was today, she had to blend.
She peeked at her hand. Ace and an 8. No worries now.
"What`ll it be, Ma`am`` He asked, eyeing her up.
``Stand`` She said with a sly grin.
``Sir...`` the croupier said sharply ``It`s your turn``
``Gimme one`` He said irritably. He checked his hand. He pushed a large stack of chips into the pot. She could tell he was bluffing. His finger tips were shaking as they returned to the edge of the table.
``All in`` He said, a quiver in his voice.
She thought for a moment.
``All in`` she said, pushing her stacks in as well.
``Pot is now 95 000`` The croupier commented. ``Well Sir, Ma`am, Let`s see `em`` He said sternly.
She flipped hers first. A small crowd which had been watching gasped.
``Ma`am has a 9`` The croupier said excitedly
The man flipped his over the a heart-broken look on his face. He had three face cards
``Sir has Baccarat. Ma`am wins`` The crowd around her buzzed excitedly.
He brought the chips towards him and staked them quickly.
``I`m done for the day`` She said.
``If you wish`` He said. He handed her one 75 000 plaque, and one brown 10 000.
``5 in commission`` He said, smiling.
``Sure, sure`` She said. She quickly cashed her chips, `tipping` the teller quite generously, leaving her with 80 000.
Rachel Martin stepped outside into the light drizzle of rain. She began to walk down to the car park. Just as she sat down to the faded grey seats of the `82 Oldsmobile, a very inconspicuous vehicle, the small cellular phone in her pocket vibrated. She picked it up, looking at the caller ID.
She flipped it open. ``Hello``
``Come Immediately. You`re attendance is vital`` Said the recorded message with the cool woman`s voice. As soon as the recording had finished, Rachel hung up and smiled.
``What have you got for me this time, M. I sure do wonder`` She mumbled to herself as she turned on the engine and drove at a regular, yet slightly fast, pace towards the office.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 5:06 pm
Finn was concentrating intently on a spot on the floor between her shoes. She had been sitting outside of her bosses office for over an hour now, with still no word as to why she had been summoned.
‘Why the hell am I here? Did I do something wrong? Last mission…..What did I do in the last mission….Nothing! I’ve done everything by the book! I can’t be here for disciplinary reasons….Could my father be in trouble?! …No, I spoke to him this morning. It must be a new mission…’
“Agent Malcolm?”
“WHAT?!” She jumped at being brought out of her deep thoughts. “I….I’m sorry. You started me.” She smiled apologetically at the frightened secretary. “Is Mr. Clark ready to see me?”
“Yes. You can go in now.”
Finn stood up and straightened her skirt out before walking into the large office. She waited for the superior agent to gesture at a chair in front of his desk before sitting down, setting her bad at her feet.
“As you’ve probably figured out, we’ve got a new assignment for you. The target is a Russian named Viktor Strakovsky. To the outside world he’s a bank owner, but in reality he’s a drug and arms runner. Very bad news. And to top it all off, he’s been using his own clients money to fund his gambling addictions.”
“That’s incredibly stupid. But….Do we really need to get involved in this? I just mean, he’s probably got every bounty hunter within range on him by now.”
“Yes he does, and he knows it. Which makes his next move all the more strange. He’s going to be playing in a high stakes poker game. It’s not exactly public, but it’s not too hard to find out either. We need to get someone in there.”
“I think I see what you mean…He’s gotta be up to something, right? Having a big price on your head, and not going into hiding?”
“We want you to get in there and see what’s going on. If he gets taken out, so be it, but if something goes down, we need you to report back to us immediately.” He leaned across the table and handed her a file with all of the needed information. Finn took it and flipped through it quickly before looking up, embarrassed.
“There’s…Just one problem sir….I don’t know how to play poker.”
“…Well that makes it easier I suppose. I’ll get you in there as a drink server. Just be careful and keep your eyes open. The game will be invite only and high stakes. There will be a lot of shady stuff going on.”
“Yes sir.” She stood up and slid the file into her messenger bag before leaving.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 6:19 pm
((Anyone want to give me a crash-course in Poker and Hold `Em, since all I can play is Baccarat, Black Jack and Red Dog.))
She walked through the corridors of the office to the small secretary`s office outside of M`s grand one.
``You can go right in, Martin`` She said dully while continuing her paperwork and typing without looking up. Rachel nodded and went in.
``Have a seat, agent Martin.`` Said M. Martin looked down and took the comfortable in front of M`s large, dark cherry wood desk. M walked over to the window, arms crossed behind her back, hand in hand, with a stern look on your face.
`` Would it be safe to assume you have a mission for me, or are we still on the basis of it is safest to assume nothing, M?`` She asked as she watched her as she gazed out the window. Suddenly M seemed to jump into action and out of the comatose and pulled out a drawer that contained a single file.
``Consider this the prequel to the greatest challenge of your life`` She said quietly, though the words seemed like a shout off the tall marble walls and the silence that had surrounded them. She sat down across the desk from Martin and slid the folder across to her.
Martin took it in hand and slowly opened it, looking back at M momentarily for a sign of anything before lowering her eyes to the file folder.
``People are asking questions, Rachel. Specifically your family. You don`t communicate with them at all, just like it should be. But they`re trying to get to you, and we think they may have come across some information they shouldn`t know.`` She said quietly, staring down at the desk.
Martin read the file over several times quickly.
``It`s Okay M, I understand. It`s... For the best. Better to...`` She stalled, taking a deep breath ``Better to take a few lives to save many, no matter whose lives they are``
``So you`re-``
``Yes, I`ll do it. I`ve never turned down a mission before, and I sure as Hell won`t now. `` She said, cutting of M.
``Well then...`` Said M quietly as she nervously swept her left hand to brush her short hair against her head and pulled slightly at the bottom of her suit jacket. ``I must then inform you that with this mission, you will be granted a `00`number, which, upon completion, you will keep``
It remained silent for a moment.
``This is the first time I`ve seen you even slightly unnerved, M. Don`t worry about me, I`ll be fine`` Martin said, closing the folder and handing it back to M as they both stood up.
``We`ve sent a letter to your family, in your name, saying that you`ll be coming home, for dinner tonight. We`ve gotten you a ride in a jet with the military, you`ll be there in no time. You best pack soon, your flight leaves in one hour`` M said quietly as Martin walked towards the door.
``I`m not worried, I won`t be staying long`` She called back coldly as she reached and was about to open.
`` I hope not, 009, I hope not``
Martin almost smiled at the voice saying her new title.
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