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Post by MJ on Jul 12, 2009 18:42:47 GMT -5
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Post by MJ on Jul 12, 2009 18:45:48 GMT -5
Good evening agents. I am Intelligence. Please scroll below for your mission.
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Post by MJ on Jul 12, 2009 19:23:11 GMT -5
Trey opened his palmtop looking at the blinking message. He opened the pulsing mail and scanned the contents then returned the device to his pocket. "Waiter." He signaled to the waiter to bring his bill. "Can't even enjoy lunch without them interrupting." He rose, placing a small sum of cash under the plate.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 12, 2009 21:01:43 GMT -5
Meanwhile in Paris, France---
Jake was sitting at a table in a small cafe when he recieved a message on his phone. "Figures, why do they always have to call me while I'm on vacation." As he got up a waitress came by and asked him if he would like to order. "No thanks, I got to take care of something." He left the cafe and walked down the street.
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Post by Kiri on Jul 12, 2009 21:50:53 GMT -5
At a local internet cafe, Celestine sat back sipping coffee. Headphones in her ears, she glanced over her email. In the right corner, a message stating 'new email' popped up. She sipped her coffee and tapped the screen for the message to open. her eyes scanned the email and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Celestine flipped the screen around and closed it. "Where hasn't empire set up?" She muttered under her breath, stood from her seat, tossed her styrofoam cup away, and left the small cafe.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 12, 2009 23:23:20 GMT -5
Meanwhile both Celestine and Trey's rang with a text. "Meet at Safehouse Alpha 2."
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Post by DemonBlade666 on Jul 12, 2009 23:34:41 GMT -5
Johnson would feel the vibration of his phone as he heads down a flight of stairs. He would pull out his phone and yawn, then scan his received messages, "Bastards, the one time I get a break from sticking around that place, I get sent back in." he sighed and stuffed his phone back in to his pocket and proceeded. Johnson would stop at the base of the staircase and turn to the left, placing his hand on the wall, his hand would sink in and a light would appear, scanning his hand for access to the hidden room. He would flip on the light and quickly make his way across the room, going to his gun storage to obtain his Revolvers and Barettas. Johnson would start to feel a slight pain in his head as he flashed back to the time spent with Phoenix just a year prior, the last time he, or anyone else, would see her again. He almost fell over, but caught himself on the wall to his right, and straightened his glasses as he turns to check which vehicle he'd use this time. Johnson decided to take his Honda CBR1000RR motorcycle for the memory of Phoenix.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 13, 2009 1:56:53 GMT -5
Jake had left the airport in a private jet. His flight schedule would land him back in the states in about 6 hours, which gave him plenty of time to read about the team he would be working with.
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Post by MJ on Jul 13, 2009 2:48:40 GMT -5
Shortly after HQ sends out another message.
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Post by MJ on Jul 13, 2009 2:52:57 GMT -5
Meanwhile Inside HQ....
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Post by MJ on Jul 13, 2009 3:03:13 GMT -5
Trey looked at his palm top and read the next messages. He scoffed. An unknown line meant one of the other agents. "What the hell do those second rates want?" He cursed under his breath as he walked out of the restaurant heading back to his hotel room.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 13, 2009 4:13:00 GMT -5
Jake took out his phone and read the message. "Well looks like I'll have to wait and meet them tomorrow." He got up and walked to the cockpit. "Pilot, take me straight to HQ." He turned and headed back to his seat.
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Post by Kiri on Jul 13, 2009 10:11:58 GMT -5
Celestine pulled her phone out and read the text with a sigh. "Why did I join them..." She grumbled and continued down the street. The small speakers on her laptop beeped in signaling another email. "Oh bloody hell!" She snapped softly. She moved her way off the busy sidewalk to stand against a building. She tapped her screen to pull the other email up. Shaking her head, she read the email then closed it and carried on her way. "Freeze our asses of now... lovely." She declared and began walking again.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 13, 2009 11:35:41 GMT -5
John was in his van outside of an office building in New York doing a digital dive when he heard a ping on his moniter. He opened the message up and read it. "Well it can't be helped I guess." He said as he exited his dive and went to the front of the van and started it. "I'll have to go to the New York branch and take a flight out of there."
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Post by DemonBlade666 on Jul 13, 2009 13:39:51 GMT -5
ooc: That monitoring wouldn't involve Johnson now would it? Johnson would stretch out his arms a bit as he feels his phone again, "All right, seems I'm to be put in a whole squad, seems a bit unusual, but I guess since the attack, they rather have a good eye on us." he would say reading over the new message. He decided to drop by HQ for old time's sake. Johnson would click a button on his watch to open the secret opening in the wall leading outside, then check his watch, "I got about five hours to spare, might as well say hi to higher ups." he would say hopping on to his motorcycle, pressing a button on the motorcycle to bring the engine to life, then racing out of the opening, quickly closing it back up. The dirt road was a bit bumpy out in the desert lands of Nevada, but he only planned to take a flight to HQ, not waste the time he had to ride the long way there. Johnson would ride down the road for several minutes before reaching the airport, in which case he set up a private jet to the base in the time he had riding there. He quickly rode off in to the runway zone, looking for the jet. Johnson would find it soon enough and kill the engine behind it, he would walk the bike the rest of the way up the ramp in to the jet and make his way to the passenger part of the jet. He knew the pilot was from Strife, he all ways requested pilots only from Strife, he trusted them, and they knew their way around. ____________________________________________________ Pilot~"We'll be at HQ in at least thirty minutes to an hour. Johnson~"Very well, I need some rest, wake me up when we arrive." Pilot~"All right." ____________________________________________________ About forty minutes passed when they finally arrived, the pilot, as requested, woke Johnson up as soon as they got there. Johnson would yawn, stretch, then frown, "It's been too long since I last came here." he would sigh and continue inside.
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Post by Kiri on Jul 13, 2009 21:08:20 GMT -5
Celestine bowed her head as she turned off into an apartment complex. She was greeted by a few workers and greeted back. "Eric, can you please call my pilot and tell him I need straight away?" She called. 'Eric' responded back with a 'yes', picked up a phone and called. Celestine went into the elevator. She pressed the floor number and the elevator glided up.
Ten minutes later, Celestine was back on the street walking towards the airport. Her stay in London had been cut short. Her computer was in its carrier, cellphone in its holder, and and sunglasses over her eyes. A few moments later, she pushed the door to the terminal open, walked through; cutting past everyone- getting profanities yelled at her as well. Ignoring them, she walked briskly towards an exit leading to the runway.
Five minutes later, she sat back in her plane and looked at her pilot. She gave the approval, and they took off towards HQ.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 13, 2009 22:54:59 GMT -5
As Johnson walked into HQ, Jake was walking out with folders in hand heading out to his car. He hadn't even noticed Johnson as he was looking at one of the files.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 14, 2009 3:45:56 GMT -5
Johnson would notice that the file Jake was looking at would have his name on it.
John had reached the NY branch of Strife and chartered a jet large enough to fit his van in. His destined flight path would take about an hour to reach.
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Post by MJ on Jul 14, 2009 5:24:18 GMT -5
Trey was at the airbus scheduled to take him cross continent. He mulled over the message he had received to meet at the Safehouse, he had ignored deciding that the mission was top priority. He checked his watch. No other Operatives had arrived yet. Their flight was scheduled to leave in an hour or so if they were to make it on time. Was he the only one on this mission? A smile slid over his lips as that thought ran through his mind. If that were the case then successful execution would definitely mean the recognition he deserved. He chuckled. "If that's the case then I won't have to worry about any loose cannons fouling this mission up." He spoke out loud, reclining in his seat. "Did you say something Sir?" The pilot popped his head out of the cockpit with a questioning glance. "I think its about time we leave." "I'm sorry Sir but I'm under strict orders from the Head of Operations that we're not to leave until one hour from now." Trey sighed. "So there are others." He muttered under his breath. He looked up at the pilot and nodded signalling that he understood. The pilot returned the affirming nod and retreated to the cockpit. Trey looked at his watch then closed his eyes. "Tch...amateurs!"
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Post by Kiri on Jul 14, 2009 12:21:49 GMT -5
Celestine's plane landed roughly on the runway and she huffed in annoyance, "Let's not ruin anybody right now?" She demanded more than asked. As the pilot directed the plane to its hanger, Celestine got out of her seat and waited at the door. As soon as the plane was parked and the stairs to the door, Celestine rushed out and walked briskly towards the main building. Taking the shortest route, she strided across the runay quickly; passing Trey's plane. "Headquarters, how bloody lovely.." She snapped. Once she reached the door, she whipped it open and stepped inside. She glanced around.
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