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Post by MJ on Oct 20, 2009 5:58:49 GMT -5
Agents.... Agents come in.... Is there anyone out there....HQ....somebody....shit!!
Months have passed, the return mission from the ice cold continent of Antartica has been sabotaged and a simultaneous attack has been launched on the S.T.R.I.F.E. base near CAPE VERDE of the coast of Africa. Many of the surviving agents have gone into hiding, many others have been killed. All attempts to contact S.T.R.I.F.E. HQ have failed. The data disk thought to be in Antartica has also been retrieved and is in the hands of one of the agents however it was not confirmed who. The criminal syndicate EMPIRE has begun a worldwide seige of a magnitude so great that in a short time they could hold the world for ransom. How is S.T.R.I.F.E to retaliate? Can this threat be stopped? What is on that data disk and more more importantly who has that disk? Can this world be saved? A world....Under Seige!!
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Post by Jarome on Oct 21, 2009 4:01:30 GMT -5
In the months that passed Jake had went from S.T.R.I.F.E to EMPIRE and was hunting down and killing off S.T.R.I.F.E agents. His latest hunt had landed him in Hong Kong where one of the agents was hiding in a safe house.
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Post by DemonBlade666 on Oct 21, 2009 12:07:09 GMT -5
Johnson looked at his computer then looked down in a very depressed manner; he just read a new report on another murder, but not just any murder, another S.T.R.I.F.E. member has been killed. He hid his face into his arms as he closes his laptop. After a minute has passed, he put his head up, then reached for his cup of tea. When he held it, he pulled it toward him, staring into the tea as the memory of the flight back toward HQ flashed in his head.
They were just taking off when all of a sudden a ringing sound flared in everyone's ear, making them go crazy. Johnson saw that the only person that hadn't flinched was Jake, the bastard. It took up until then to realize Jake had crossed them. The air bus went wild as the pilot was shot through the windshield by someone from the Empire. The air bus took a sudden plummet to the ground, and Jake was already prepared for it; he had a whole set of gear put on, waiting for the right time to jump. Johnson only took one last glance before blacking out, the ringing and all the pressure building up had messed with him. He fell to the ground, right before the air bus crash landed.
Johnson finally looked back up, then pulled the disk out of his pocket; the little item that would be the beginning of the end. He never once read what was on the disk, being too frightened by the whole scene to do so. Now, though, he was ready to see what many, MANY S.T.R.I.F.E. members had died for. Once again, he opened up his laptop and slipped the disk into the tray, and closed it. The tension was building inside as the disk read, and his eyes went wide at what he saw.
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Post by Jarome on Oct 26, 2009 2:34:06 GMT -5
Suddenly Johnson heard a knock coming from the door and a voice followed. "Sir, I have a message for you."
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Post by Kiri on Oct 26, 2009 19:25:14 GMT -5
Celestine shook her head as she read about the STRIFE member. She closed her eyes and looked at the cast on her left hand that was encasing a broken wrist. And she was more worried about Johnson being the traitor. She knew he was in the same building. She packed her laptop up and took her cellphone out. Pulling the keys out of her pocket, she locked the door and left. She shut the door, then went to round the corner. She spotted the man, then moved back around the corner. Celestine quickly pulled her cell out. Don't open the door... She hit send. She hoped Johnson received it in time. She peaked around the corner once more. He probably thought she was dead... what a.. pleasant surprise....
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Post by Jarome on Oct 26, 2009 19:41:19 GMT -5
That second time Celestine peeked around the corner a shot rang out as the man in front of the door fell to the ground blood draining from his head and Jake was there standing at the other end of the hallway putting his weapon back and walking towards the man.
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Post by DemonBlade666 on Oct 29, 2009 21:22:26 GMT -5
Johnson shot his head toward the door, startled by the sudden noise. He quickly took out the disk and put it in a secret compartment on the desk that he made in his spare time. Carefully, he set everything as if nothing was out of the ordinary, closed his laptop, pushed back his hair, and sighed. A familiar ring suddenly sparked in his head, confused, he was patting himself down, trying to find where his phone was. "Hello?" he asked as he turned from the door and sat down on a chair.
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Post by MJ on Nov 1, 2009 7:01:50 GMT -5
He brought the but off the cigarette to his lips pulling it free from its casing and allowing it to drop from his lips to the table below. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he sat in the lobby of the hotel. He had traced one of the operatives last signal to somewhere near here and within one day of arriving, another death had been confirmed. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled deeply looking down to the cigarette on the glass table. Exhaling slowly he began to unravel the wrapping , funneling the tobacco into a small test tube. Retrieving a small black nursing kit from his pocket, he popped the cap of another test tube pouring some of its black contents into the cigarette wrapping, rolling it and sealing it again before replacing the cigarette into the packet and drawing another. His eyes scanned his surroundings, his mark should be arriving soon, only then would eh be able to proceed, perhaps find this killer and retrieve the contents of that disk. Another cigarette dropped unto the glass table and like a surgeon , he went to work again.
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Post by Jarome on Mar 15, 2010 21:58:05 GMT -5
ooc: LIVE!!! *performs CPR on the thread* Come on live!
Jake stepped over the man he had just shot and turned towards the door. "Johnson, open up. It's time for you to be executed."
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Post by Kiri on Mar 15, 2010 22:22:58 GMT -5
Celestine drew her gun out and peeked around the corner, "Get the f*ck out of here, Jake!" She snapped and kept her weapon pointed at him. She cocked the gun and kept a steady hand, "You have no business being here, so get the f*ck out!"
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Post by Jarome on Mar 15, 2010 23:08:36 GMT -5
"I wouldn't do that." A voice came from behind Celestine. "Unless you want your body to have a nice shock." John was standing behind Celestine with his Gauntlet on and charged.
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Post by DemonBlade666 on Mar 22, 2010 5:28:21 GMT -5
Johnson's eyes sparked with fear, the person at the door was Jake. "No doubt the bastard came to kill me off and claim the damn disk..." he spoke softly to himself so that Jake couldn't listen. He checked the sender of the message on his phone, and just as expected, Celestine. "How the hell does everyone know where my location is?!" this he said a little louder, but quickly covering his mouth as he attempts to quickly make his way through the apartment. He lightly tapped a button his his kitchen counter and watched as a little row of equipment slid out within a drawer. The contents of the drawer include; two pistols, a combat knife, a set of keys, and a nice little explosive the size of a penny but kicked just like a c4. The explosive would explode on contact. Johnson quickly assorted the equipment, and then carefully picked up the explosive. Having thought a plan rather quickly, he tossed the explosive at the door, knowing full well to keep a safe distance. When the explosive collided with the door, it set off. The door itself blasted off of its hinges, barely staying in one piece as it smashes into Jake. Johnson took this opportunity to jump through the doorway as quick as possible and make his way through the hall to either the elevator or the stairs.
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Post by MJ on Mar 26, 2010 17:21:27 GMT -5
He continued his ministrations until he had completed two full packets of cigarettes. He pocketed one and kept the other on the table. Shortly afterward a khaki coat caught his eyes as the figure made his way over to the man's table and sat down. "You seem nervous." The man pulled his hat down over his head hiding his face some more and constantly looked over his shoulders. "Let's not play games doctor, I haven't much time and I could be killed if I am spotted." The man fiddled with a cigarette as he watched his acquaintance's jittery motion. "Very well. Mu information?" The trenchcoat bearing stranger stopped fidgeting for a moment. "My immunity from prosecution?" "Right here as soon as I get my information." The trenchcoat looked at a folded paper bearing the seal of the United Nations. He nodded and reached to his side pulling out a mini laptop. "The data disk you guys lost is in the hands of a new EMPIRE operative who is quickly rising through the ranks. He's a genius at technology and has been perusing underground for years now. We've managed to trace many of the large internet calamities back to him... "You've been spotted." The man with the cigarette's interrupted. "The two near the fountain." He continued. "I suggest you get to the point quickly." The trenchcoat turned briefly catching the eye of two suits standing idly near the water fountain. Were they looking this way? He couldn't tell, well trained operatives would be able to disguise themselves as the most innocent civil - "Hurry...please." The man quickly returned to his explanation. "His last signal was received here. He is currently on a mission but the contents of the mission have been classified even to me." "Why do you keep checking your watch?" The man with the cigarettes questioned after the trenchcoat repeated the action for the sixth time. "You're drawing attention to yourself. Here. calm down." He slid the box towards the man and offered a cigarette while lighting one himself. The trenchcoat seemed to watch skeptically at first then pulled one of the cigarettes free. He nervously placed it on his lips and moved back to the computer, checking his watch one last time. the second hand moved past 10...9...8..7...6...5 He watched the hand creep right up to 12 then suddenly.....
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