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Post by Rakk on May 12, 2010 8:14:18 GMT
OOC: Alright you know the usual rules for making a character, so that means at the start they are utterly normal. By normal I mean not super powerly active as even though it is a paranormal RP, with room later for some abilities, its starting out pretty much in our regular world... only with a little strangeness around the Fringes.
Also this is loosely based on themes and ideas from the X-Files and Fringe, so if you love or watch both those shows you will know some references, but the rest of the plot is basic team stuff ala Dirty Dozen or Kelly's Heros... or hell even the suicide mission aspect of Mass Effect 2.
And since this is a team thing, we'll need people of differing talents, but also remember its also investigative so you'll need to be more of a detective than a soldier.
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Our world, the present... or maybe just a little bit past the present, its racked with chaos, war, terrorism, super diseases, oppression, ecological disasters both natural and man-made, and of course people are still hate each other for no real apparent reason. Some of these events are easy to understand, an earthquake in the pacific sets off tsunami warnings all over asia, it eventually reaches shore in Japan and causes much in the way of property damage and loss of life. But what if you were to know that a low flying plane was spotted by fishermen where it emitted a strange static like noise, and three hours later in the exact spot an earthquake occurred which caused the Tsunami. Of course it could be just a coincidence, as much is in life, but strangely enough there are many strange incidents much like this one that seem to all be connected. It could be technology having advanced exponentially for so long that it is now beyond the power of anyone to regulate or control it. Or it could be someone or something else controlling it all, plucking unseeable strings for some unknown purpose.
You are auditioning for a place on a highly secretive team, based on investigating these events and their connections, one which blurs the lines between corporations and government agencies, multiple governments, only you don't know it yet. As far as you know right now you have been called together to be on a massive inter-agency and international taskforce as an inbound jet from Europe went quiet midflight after reporting an SOS, as well as other strange messages. First theory was a hijacking, but given that the plane landed safely on an out of the way airstrip and after a few tense minutes of attempted contact remained silent. Investigative teams sent out reported smears on all of the windows, and the entirety of the plane dead. Reports also indicate that it was some form of viral infection, terrorist involvement is not ruled out at this point. You are currently one hour out of Miami International Airport, the weather is muggy and hot, and threatening to turn into a storm.
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Name: Alanik Mason Role: Chief of Operations Agency/Nation: Inter agency Task force Head, Original Agency Classified Height: 6'4" Specialty: Interrogation, Surveilance, Melee and Unarmed Combat
OOC: Character descriptions, motivations, etc. can be done in the introduction and arrival at the airport.
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Post by Scorpio on May 12, 2010 18:28:11 GMT
Name: Lucas Westlake Role: Field investigation Agency/Nation: Inter agency Task force, United Kingdom Height: 6'6 Specialty: Crime scene investigation/ARI qualified
ooc: Arrr. I'm addicted to heavy rain, I may need help
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Post by The Spy on May 13, 2010 1:52:37 GMT
Name: Hiroshi Kakukurima
Role: Field Investigation and communications
Agency/Nation: Gaimu-sho(Ministry of Foreign Affairs) Japan
Height: 6'3"
Specialties: CSI, Lab analysis, extreme distance sniping.
OOC: Thanks to Scorp so am I.
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Post by Rakk on May 15, 2010 10:47:32 GMT
So... two people...
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yeah...
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Maybe I should just say you can all be bloody master chef just so I can get a decent number of people.
Bloody hell.
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Post by Oct-taku on May 15, 2010 16:19:08 GMT
OOC: Don't have a three-headed space cow, Rakk.
Placeholder for my character.
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Post by Rakk on May 18, 2010 18:42:28 GMT
Three, if we get two more I would feel good about starting then and then if others wanted in later they could.
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Post by Ty on May 19, 2010 2:29:22 GMT
Alright, if you need people, I could jump on this one. Give me a minute to come up with somebody...
Name: David Morris Role: Counter-intelligence, counter-cyber-terrorism Agency/Nation: Central Intelligence Agency, United States Height: 5'9'' Specialty: Hacking, electrical engineering
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Post by Rakk on May 19, 2010 6:43:00 GMT
Khallos, Grigs, Missy Cleo? Any takers?
Its going to be weird, fun and crazy once we get started. And I love listening to suggestions as well as ideas.
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Post by Oct-taku on May 19, 2010 21:24:42 GMT
Name: Jake Rytter Role: Field Investigations and Negotiations Agency/Nation: United States Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Height: 6'1" Specialty: Negotiation, Psychological Profiling, Pistol Marksmanship, Interrogation/ Questioning.
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Post by Rakk on May 21, 2010 23:23:33 GMT
OOC: Alright, since I doubt we are getting anyone else at this point we'll start on monday.
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Post by Ty on May 22, 2010 1:12:49 GMT
OOC: It could work. The A-Team was only four guys.
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Post by Khallos on May 23, 2010 4:27:13 GMT
OOC: I say old beans, is it too late for a latecomer? I can drop out if you need =p
Name: Mark Hills Role: Field Investigations and Containment Agency/Nation: Environment Agency (UK) Height: 6'0" Specialty: Contamination Containment and Management, Field Data Collection.
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Post by The Spy on May 23, 2010 15:39:15 GMT
OOC: Damn, I had free time today, don't know about tomorrow.
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Post by Rakk on May 25, 2010 10:58:30 GMT
The air was a pre-storm humid somewhere north of 90%, thankfully for Alanik at the moment he was in a darkened government issue SUV, darkened windows. While the inside was nice, he always felt incredibly cliche in it. At least the weather was not too bad, merely threatening a terrible storm at the moment, but that would not be the case by the time he was able to suit up and enter the plane. This may take some time depending on when his new recruits managed to arrive, they represented almost every single major intelligence agency in the world and many nations. But he would only select a few. Perhaps there were others out there who they would posses skills they would need, but for now he needed a good cadre of agents. This was definitely a fitting audition, no one knew what happened up there, just silence from a plane landing on full auto and taxi'd off to a desolate runway. He could see the plane from the service entrance, no hint of the smudges in the windows or what lay within.
Passing quickly through the gate control where they had been warned of there being a multi-national and inter agency effort, pulling up to the field HQ getting out into the heat and humidity of a muggy pre-storm Miami Alanik wondered how any plane could land in weather like this, especially without pilots.
"Alright I need to be up on this situation now," Alanik looked at an FBI Agent that he had worked with a few times on several similar odd cases whom he was on a first name basis with, "Would you do the honors Charlie?"
Charlie briefed him on what little was known, so far the most they could tell is that there was blood on the windows and there was something horribly wrong with the passengers on the inside, wrong enough to trip a DoD filter being tripped and just about every agency having a representative. Of course the filter had been tripped when the plane went silent, and that was when the international flight tripped notifications for many, many agents and representatives that Alanik had an eye on and already had stateside but on other less odd cases as an audition. He had contacted their handlers and given them just enough time to arrive, most were around the eastern seaboard, and a few closer south. This would of course affect arrival times, but dedication can be an interesting thing.
"Okay Charlie, I think I know enough now, when my agents arrive we'll pop the lights and take a look." He said.
"Are you sure any of them will be good enough for the team?" Charlie asked.
"A few, when you have as many as we'll have crawling around that plane a few will be on the team, the rest will be sent elsewhere and then eventually shifted back to their old jobs without knowing a damn thing happened."
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Post by The Spy on May 25, 2010 19:25:12 GMT
Hiroki finds himself staring out the airplane window, still sitting in his seat and noticing the exorbitant humidity evident as the condensation on the window.
"Looks like I dressed too thickly..." He mumbles to himself as he takes a quick inventory of what he's wearing, a William Fioravanti "Englishmen's" suit with black opal cufflinks, and the same pants finishing the suit ensemble.
Hiroki is somewhat more along the lines of a cynically logical person, carefully weighing out the options before making a decision, being in the Gaimu-sho for about 12 years, he's certainly cut out for the objective work he does, coldly calculating and and an excellent imitator of emotions, it's what makes him a cunning scientist, and a very dangerous government agent.
Add into the fact he takes great care in his appearance, shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail and dark brown eyes, his face void of any facial blemishes,, clean shaven and perfectly white teeth.
He begins to retrieve his suitcase from the overhead storage bin and he notices how desolate Gaimu-sho planes are, citing that the "Department of Foreign Relations" usually entails they employ more "covert" ways of getting into other countries.
He walks towards the service exit where a startlingly cute but solemn looking flight attendant directs maybe 5 of the 8 people in the jet.
He leaves aswell and goes through 30 boring minutes of dealing with Customs and Immigration then about 5 minutes in the luggage pickup.
He exits the luggage area and dials Alanik Mason's number he was given on his phone.
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Post by Ty on May 25, 2010 21:39:30 GMT
Today would be David Morris' first real-world assignment. In his normal job, he would trackdown and attack cyber-terrorists that tried to break into the CIA's computer system or other sensitive government and military networks. He lived for tracking down criminals, and he was very good at it. Though his real identity was only known by the CIA, he was infamous in the hacking community, known by the handle "MadMan." Of the thousands of attempted attacks on the CIA network each week, less than .1% succeed in breaking through to access any important data. Of those few who succeeded, 99% are caught, exposed and captured by police in less than 48 hours, courtesy of the MadMan.
Morris was not only a skilled hacker, but he had a keen intuition when it came to uncovering secrets, digital or otherwise. It was for this reason his superior had recommended him for this team. Morris was skeptical, but the boss seemed confident in him. "You're good with puzzles, right?" he had asked Morris. "Just think of this job as another puzzle that needs to be unscrambled."
Reluctantly, Morris agreed to the audition, and in no time he was on a flight to Miami, still with only a rough idea of what it was all about. He shifted uncomfortably in the heat, occasionally tugging on the collar of his polo shirt (incidentally, the closest thing to formal attire he owned). His dirty blonde hair was matted with sweat, and he had the beginnings of beard stubble on his chin.
Well, if nothing else, he thought, this should be an interesting diversion. I hope the place has air conditioning.
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Post by Scorpio on May 25, 2010 23:46:25 GMT
Lucas pulled up his car outside the main terminal of the airport, turning in his seat to the laptop on the passenger seat. He checked the receiving device plugged into the USB port, part of the ARI set up he was expecting to use for checking out this plane. He had been working as a liason with the FBI tracking a serial killer who had jumped the atlantic to the states a while back and after that had been cleared up and awaiting trial he was given orders to drive down to Miami and assist in the investigation down here. He put on the glasses he used for his job and checked the throat mic under his collar as he started up the program.
"Starting Crime scene recording log and virtual simulation. Agent Lucas Westlake, May 2010, just arrived and I'm about to meet with local authorities and find out who is in charge."
The laptop display showed several windows recording his voice, a text transcript and video from a small camera built into the frame of the glasses. This allowed Lucas to record everything he saw and send a virtual replica to a crew in a lab later on for analysis, giving information for simulations of events, evidence locations without pawing around the crime scene and records of any other events that went down, assuming any of it would even be allowed in court given the recent emergence of the technology.
Satisfied that the equipment was working, Lucas tucked his laptop away and stepped out of the car, locking up before moving towards the nearest pair of police officers. Before he spoke they cut him off.
"No press buddy. Take a hike."
"FBI." Lucas waved his identification. "Could I just see who's in charge?" The officers reluctantly let him pass and gave him directions onwards, hopefully he'd get a better reception from the other investigating forces."
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Post by Oct-taku on May 26, 2010 2:33:46 GMT
Jake Rytter had to wonder why in the bowels of Christ he was here. As he slammed the car door shut behind him, the FBI profiler contemplated that fact: he was a profiler.
Hot a field agent. A prpfiler. He was the guy that made himself feel dirty getting inside people's heads, the one who could feel the filth of every serial killer he'd profiled crawling across his skin, a taint that no amount of showers could remove.
He crushed a stryofoam coffee cup, chucking it in a trash bin as he approached the airport's lobby, just one black suit amongst many.
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Post by Khallos on May 26, 2010 11:44:17 GMT
Mark hummed to himself as he got out of the Taxi he'd caught to the airport, leaning on the side of the car as he watched his cabbie struggle trying to get his luggage out of the trunk. He was dressed just like any other stupid tourist - flamboyantly colored polo shirt completely failing to match his shorts, big ole fake raybans covering up his eyes under his sunhat as he looked up at the airport terminal and across the security cordon around the entrance, thinking about how he ended up here.
Environment Agency would be a weird choice of agency to contact about a terror attack, but then, Mark want just any Environment operative. He'd just been another nameless civil servant until 4 years ago, when his handling of the containment failure around a science park's biological research building had earned him a spot on the front line and a reputation for being one of the best people to call when you had something viral that really needed to stay where it was. The fame had faded, of course, but the reputation stuck, and he'd been quietly attached to various agencies here and there working to find and prevent leaks before they could be a problem.
Until now, that is.
"Thanks, mate." He said with a grin to the cabbie as he dropped the metal crate onto the asphalt, bending down to pick up the telescopic handle on one side. "I'll take it from here. Have a great day now!" He patted the driver on the shoulder, tipped him a little extra for his trouble and, after making sure his badge was on display, made his way into the terminal.
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Post by Rakk on May 30, 2010 11:03:54 GMT
It took a while for all of the agents to arrive. Some had to call Alanik who was busy handling the details related to the plane. The storm that was about to arrive in Miami was only getting worse which led to there being so many different small details Alanik had to see to, namely there was a fear that whatever happened on the plane may have been a biological attack, and if the storm were to somehow breach the hull it may have catastrophic consequences. He was not even sure if the now powered down plane was even safe to transport into a hanger. So for now he had to try and find ways to ensure that it would remain intact for as long as possible as plan 'b' was to incinerate it with thermite ensuring whatever was onboard was destroyed before it could be a threat to the city.
The twelve agents who arrived for auditions seemed to be somewhat of a ragtag bunch, some were dressed in proper suits, others seemed like they were tourists who happened to find the wrong taxi, and one even seemed to not be meant for anything even representing the outdoors.
Alanik looked at the group as the last one arrived and began to speak, "Agents, you are here because what has occurred in that plane on the tarmac behind us is an unknown tragedy, each of you posses some talent that we believe will help us with the investigation, the only problem is that each of you are a liaison to some other department, sometimes some other department in some other country, and I need liaisons like I need powdered sugar on a jelly filled doughnut. Prove to me that you are more than just a liaison or get out of my way. I need you all suited up in full biological gear, we enter the plane in five minutes."
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At the service entrance to the airport a blue four year old sedan pulled up to the gate, inside was a pale man with greasy black hair that was probably at least three to four days unwashed and wearing a cheap waterproof jacket.
He looked at the guard, "Whats going on here?" he asked.
"Sorry sir, federal investigation, I'm afraid you are going to have to leave the premises." The guard replied.
He presented a badge.
The guard replied, "Again you are going to have to turn around, I believe everyone but security was given the day off. Only three more flights scheduled for today, no need for any more shifts of baggage handlers."
"Sorry to bother you, have a nice day." He replied.
A security camera recorded the exchange.
OOC: Yes that tidbit will be somewhat important later in this first mystery. I'll contact one of you with the details so your character can make the connection.
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Post by The Spy on May 30, 2010 21:44:56 GMT
Hiroki arrives at the plane in a black limousine with the Kanji for "Foreign Affairs" on the side, which stops just behind the taxies and SUVs the other agents arrived in.
He looks outside and frowns in disappointment. "I'm working with these people...?" He says with a heavy sigh.
A beautiful woman of European decent exits from the drivers side of the limo and opens the door for Hiroki and steps out, straightening his tie with one hand and carrying a large rolling case with the other.
He then dismisses the woman and he starts walking towards the group of agents, his face subtlety showing dissatisfaction at the lack of professionalism and for the lack of a better word, dress code.
He spots Alanik Mason, recognizing him from his file photo and he makes a beeline towards him, ignoring all the other agents and brushing off the ones that attempt to say hello.
"I believe you're Alanik Mason, I'm with the Japanese Foreign Affairs and I have several prototype Biohazard Suits, courtesy of my country." He says, bowing slightly as per custom in his country.
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Post by Kan on May 31, 2010 1:39:54 GMT
Name: Staff Sargeant Jake Threatt Role: Military liason, Field Investigation, and Antiterrorism tactics Agency/Nation: U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations (AFOSI) Height: 6'1 Specialty: Military small arms and tactics training, surveillance and surveillance detection, antiterrorism training.
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A lone man is walking towards the sevice door that the baggage handler had just been turned away from, wearing non descript 5.11 Tac light blue jeans with a grey t-shirt worn underneath a unbuttoned button down short sleeve shirt one hand in a pocket and the other carrying a small carryon sized bag and a decent 3 day assault style pack on his back.
As he approaches the security office posted at the door he is stopped. He rolls his eyes, a more than slightly unprofesional belch erupting from his lips, as the security guard challenges him.
"Sir You need to leave Fed..." He is stopped in midsentence by a AFOSI badge being thrust at his face, an annoyed look on the Agent's face, "No sh*t buddy, who did you think i was? Some kinda bag boy?" he says in a steriotypical southern accent. The guard with surprising conviction replies "I'm sorry sir but I still can't let you pa.." again he is stopped midsentence.
"Listen d*mn it, I had to get up in the middle of the frekin night to come down here, I showed you my badge, I'm late and expected, and I figured just maybe I could get past all of the BS if i slipped in through a service entrance, now I'll get my supervisor on the phone, he'll be pissed and you'll most likely lose yer job." He pauses to let it sink in.
"Now I suggest you let me the hell through" The agent says again after producing his badge again. The guard relents and moves aside, "Fine Agent, but they know your coming, if you don't show up your in a world of sh*t" the guard says to the agent.
The man knod and slides the badge and it's holder into one of his shirt pockets, badge showing. He runs his hand through his short hair, skint at the sides but in a popular style for men these days, while still being in his military regulations.
The agent makes his way to the tarmac at a light jog, still realizing he was late to the party, he slides into the ranks of all the agents, only noticed by a few who were paying closer attention, but to the rest just another agent amongst the rest.
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Post by Scorpio on Jun 1, 2010 16:21:51 GMT
As the japanese team member pushed past Lucas started death glaring him in the back of the head, sadly not boring through his skull on negative thoughs alone. His glasses camera started picking up faces throughout the group automatically for later identification and background checks. He patted the latecomer on the shoulder to get his attention.
"Yeah, I honestly don't think we should be using 'prototypes' rather than the tried and tested methods that we know already work."
He chuckled trying to lighten the mood.
"Sorry, I'm being rude, Lucas Westlake, environment profiling, if we're working together there is no point in burning bridges early right?"
He grabbed a biosuit from a pile that another pair of agents bought in whilst Alanik. Making sure to carry his glasses on the outside of the suit as he got ready. The bluring from the goggles would skew his results so he'd best take images by hand for now.
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Post by The Spy on Jun 1, 2010 17:45:33 GMT
Hiroki raises his eyebrow in mild curiosity and sighs.
"As you wish Westlake-san, however my country's aggregated diamond nanorod lined suits are five thousand times more secure and reliable than the typical activated charcoal lined suits you wear." He says as he places the case on the table and brings out 10 suits.
He grabs one and begins to put it on.
"I'll take my chances with the genius of my country's scientists, rather than your 'tried and tested methods' if you don't mind." He says with a heavily inflected smart ass tone.
OOC: Nothing personal Scorp, I just want my character to be more cold and cynical than warm and inviting.
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Post by Ty on Jun 1, 2010 20:41:07 GMT
David stayed near the back of the group, keeping quiet. He'd wait and see what everyone else did before deciding whose bio-suits to use. He didn't want to draw more attention to himself than he had to. Despite his superior's confidence, David felt like a fish out of water in this situation.
While the others talked, he was thinking about the reason they were here. David knew a bit about the mind of a terrorist, cyber or otherwise. This didn't seem like a normal terrorist hijacking. This thing reeked of conspiracy.
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Post by Rakk on Jun 6, 2010 10:57:12 GMT
Alanik found it odd that advanced biohazard suits had been brought, especially given that this crisis was only a few hours old, so either Hiroki had great intelligence possibly from a leak within, or something to do with what happened. He would have to keep an eye on him, but if he had better intelligence he would prove useful. Of course this didn't stop his annoyance at the bickering that broke out amongst the agents over which suits to wear and why. Several others had joined in the debate than just the two who had started it, and now it was getting slightly ridiculous as anything involving nationalism tends to get.
"Enough, use whatever suits you wish, I don't care and it won't be a mark against you, we are short of time as a storm is coming in and if there is a virus on board and the hull is broken I don't have to spell how bad it would be for the city. Which would probably explain why plan b is to thermite the entire aircraft if anything was to go wrong. So I cannot emphasis enough just how short our time is. So if you put on the biohazard suits and meet me at shuttle in five minutes we can get going."
Alanik put on a regular biosuit and watched the rest of the agents interact as they put on their suits, so far only five stood out to him, and they were a motley group at best. But they may be just what he needed at the core of his task force.
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Post by Scorpio on Jun 9, 2010 16:45:55 GMT
"Thermite?"
Lucas was all for helping out, but risking an emergency incineration to keep a wrap up on the problem seemed a little detrimental to his ongoing plans of nights in pouring over cold case files and watching classic movie channels. He suddenly wanted to help out as much as he could safetly and get this over with before some kind of General Ripper came along dropping airstrikes onto the crime scene.
"Ari report." He spoke into the camera on his glasses. "If I don't finish this file, assume me flambayed and whoever is left has first call on my stuff."
Trying to act casual again he waited at the shuttle greeting the other members, trying to build a rapport and gain extra info.
"Lucas Westlake, UK, liasoning with the FBI, good to meet you all."
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Post by Kan on Jun 10, 2010 17:54:04 GMT
The OSI agent nods his head at Lucas, even through he was speaking to the group as a whole. The staff sargeant goes to grab the tried and true biosuits, deciding to use what he was actually trained to use instead of some kind of experimental do-dad.
After getting the suit on he says out loud, "So we pluckin this chicken or what?"
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Post by The Spy on Jun 11, 2010 4:06:15 GMT
Hiroki quickly dons the experimental biosuits and it acknowledges him with a low beep and starts to form airtight seals around the joints.
"Hiroki Kakukurima, and now that we have introductions out of the way..."
He places the helmet on his head and a heads up display shows up inside, scanning the area nearby, identifying faces, recording voices.
"VESA unit active standby for bio sign synchronization" The suit says inside my helmet.
Hiroki turns and looks around at the rest of the team.
"Disappointing, I was hoping to get some more testing done, especially in tandem with the FBI's ARI system."
"VESA Synchronization complete." The suit says, displaying my life signs on the left side of my hud.
"Oh well, I'm quite sure VESA will outperform ARI. That much can be said." Hiroki says with a slight holier than thou tone.
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Post by Ty on Jun 11, 2010 22:47:42 GMT
For the most part, David's effort to avoid being the center of attention was working. He donned one of the regulation biosuits and sidled up to Lucas. If it weren't for the suit hampering his movements, Lucas probably wouldn't have even noticed him. David had a talent for sneaking up on people, even in the real world.
"Westlake, was it?" David asked, offering him a handshake. "Dave Morris; CIA." He was about to add 'Cyber crimes division', but stopped himself. He was wary of people looking down on him; not everyone takes virtual detective work seriously.
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