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Post by Scorpio on Aug 22, 2008 21:51:50 GMT
Across the globe, many medical professionals in various fields have recently gone missing. Abductions are the top theory, but no ransom demands have been made.
In the African nation of Zamunda, the generosity of the royal family has allowed medical work within the country and others surrounding it to make impressive progress, for this reason Zamunda has been chosen to host an annual medical conference, where many prestigious members of the medical community are attending to present their work.
Though Zamunda is a proud nation, and the military and police insist on handling the security alone, the royal family has secretly sent request for aid to various intelligence agencies. These agencies have sent their operatives in under the pretence of vacation, or seeing the conference.
LADON has also secretly infiltrated the country, and unknown to anyone but themselves and their allies, have set up shop in an old bunker complex built during the second world war. They have invited representatives from other terrorist and criminal groups to introduce their latest plot.
Rules
-Military/Spy theme. Setting is a fictional African country. -I’ll give everyone two character slots; use the second immediately or later, whenever it suits. -I’m lenient with the tech, but if you think a gadget you come up with is in any way far fetched, make sure to discuss it with me to make it fair in the story. -Pretty much any reasonable character choice is open. Good, evil, comical, the grey areas in between. -No plagiarism on other players, keep your characters your own. -No trenchcoating. -Permission from other players before influencing their character. -Have fun.
Characters
Scorpio -Paul McLeod -Operative X
Ty -Tyler 'Con'
Oct -Baskervilles
Roman -David Webber
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 22, 2008 21:58:37 GMT
NAME: Paul McLeod CODENAME: White Knight (after the chess piece) ORGANIZATION: MI6 HEIGHT: 6'6 EYES: Brown HAIR: Brown SPECIALTIES: Infiltration, sabotage, CQC, small arms, Walther P99, driving NATIONALITY: British/Scottish
Returning from recovery after a disasterous mission in Zargovia, Paul has been sent to Zamunda to attend the conference and investigate any leads to the missing doctors.
Posing as a journalist he is staying in the same hotel the medical conference is to take place.
NAME: James Turner CODENAME: Operative X ORGANIZATION: LADON HEIGHT: 6'7 EYES: formerly Brown, currently Albino after flash bang accident. HAIR: Black SPECIALTIES: Assassination, sinanju, thrown weapons, poison and toxin development, psychology, anatomy and torture techniques NATIONALITY: British
Running the operation for LADON in Zamunda, and after completing his training with the Tarantula, X is still the worlds most dangerous terrorist and assassin. He is looking forward to meeting the members of other groups, but is prepared to deal with any attempt to betray the temporary truce of the meeting.
His new skills in Sinanju allow him to read muscle movements of his opponents, giving him more ability to reduce the damage of their attacks, or dodge completly.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 22, 2008 23:03:21 GMT
Name:David Webb Codename:Hangfire Organization:Balance Height:5'9' Eyes:Brown Hair:Black Age: 32 Specalties: Infiltration,Stealth, CQC and CQB,Spying,Marksmanship, Basketball. Nationality:American Gear:MicroTavor,Glock21,Basic operative backpack(Courtesy of Balance),SIMON door opening devices. After being retrieved from Venezuela, David was returned to Balance.He was debriefed and probed for information.Instead of being executed, he was pardoned for his information regarding the other parties at the temple.He was rewarded with Jonathon's life being spared, and he was even given a small stipend of five hundred thousand dollars. David, on the other hand, was briefed on his next mission.To pose as a doctor for a meeting in Zamunda that is obviously a trap, be captured, and to rescue the other doctors who Balance believes to be held by the Zamundian government, or some kind of terrorist organization. He has taken the name of George Enos for this mission.
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Post by Ty on Aug 22, 2008 23:48:47 GMT
OOC: Heywood Jablomee? NAME: Tyler Smith aka "Con" AGE: 23 HEIGHT: 6'0'' EYES: Green HAIR: Dirty Blonde SPECIALTIES: Hand-to-hand, intelligence/recon, all forms of stealth NATIONALITY: American Full bio here. After the fiasco in Venezuela, Tyler was hoping to take a little time off, but after arriving back in the states, he ran into some old "friends" who were less than happy to see him. Eager to get back out of the country, Tyler returned to the CIA and volunteered for the Zamunda mission.
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Post by Oct-taku on Aug 23, 2008 14:36:50 GMT
NAME: Peter Sterling CODENAME: Baskervilles ORGANIZATION: LADON HEIGHT: 6' 2" EYES: Green HAIR: Brown SPECIALTIES: Canine-Integrated Combat, Animal Training, Hand-to-Hand Combat. NATIONALITY: British
One of LADON's more...interesting operatives, Baskervilles is a hand-to-hand specialist with an affinity for dogs. In fact, his combat tactics focus around using a specially-trained pack of cainines to eliminate enemies. He's not exactly the most sane of people, having undergone surgery and implants to make him more dog-like: namely, teeth and claws. He also enjoys dog biscuts, but if you metnion that, he will tear out your throat with his teeth.
In combat, he commands his pack of dogs with specially-designed whistles and "normal" dog sounds.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 24, 2008 11:48:20 GMT
ooc: Okay, everyone is in so far, but we'll finish off Lake o' Gold while the sign ups are going.
and roman....you know this is a medical conference right? like...doctors...smart doctors?
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 24, 2008 17:54:33 GMT
OOC: Yes, which is why he will stick out like a shark in a kiddy pool.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 31, 2008 21:36:11 GMT
ooc: Okay, since lake is finished, I'll give a little more time for sign ups, and if anyone needs to edit more details into their profiles if they like (such as info that we now have thanks to a finished Lake RP) and we'll start sometime during the week.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 2, 2008 18:02:53 GMT
McLeod entered the hotel lobby carry a pair of suitcases and made his way to the front desk.
"My name is Paul McLeod." He flashed his passport to identify himself. "The paper should have made my reservation."
"Yes sir." The receptionist checked over the records. "Penthouse, expensive tastes."
"Yeah, I had some spare cash, so I decided I might spoil myself." He picked up his keycard and made his way to the elevator, two policemen stopped him and gave him a quick search.
"Sorry sir, extra security for the conference."
"No worries." He made his way up to his room, ditching his cases on the floor and lying on the bed trying to shake off the tiredness from the plane. ***************************************************
Operative X checked over the various monitors showing the entrance tunnels to the bunker, roads and caves at the edges of rivers leading to secret passages linking to the main complex. Various cars and boats made their way inside. The new customers coming to the meeting.
"Keep a good watch on all the guests. Proper searches, but don't be rude. We want to keep the moral high ground here." He ordered the guards meeting the parties.
"and have Baskerville talk to the new doctors, see if they're up for getting to work on the project yet."
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Post by Ty on Sept 2, 2008 18:34:58 GMT
Murphy's Law states that anything that can go wrong, will. Con wondered if that was why today his luck had been so lousy lately. Aside from having to jump on a plane with barely enough notice to pack his toothbrush, the flight was delayed, meaning he wouldn't get to his destination for at least another hour.
Of course, the premise of Murphy's Law was probably why he was on this mission in the first place. This big medical conference would be the first of its kind in Zamunda. The entire world would be watching. That just provides all the more possible ways things can go wrong. Assassination attempts, acts of terrorism, or God knows what else.
All of which would be a lot easier to thwart if I get there on time, Con thought as he flipped through a Sky Mall catalog. He wasn't really looking at it, but he liked to keep his hands busy.
Although Con wasn't exactly the CIA's first choice for this mission, he made a good case. As he explained to his contacts, when it comes to keeping an eye on someone, standard CIA agents are fine. But if you need somebody who can spot a troublemaker before he starts, intervene and take him out quickly and quietly, and still find time to hob-nob and sample the hors d'oeuvres, Con is the man for the job.
He was told that some other undercover agents would be there as well for security reasons, and they were encouraged to work together whenever possible. Con didn't mind working on a team if he had to, but he preferred to be alone. If they wanted his help, they'd have to come find him, not vice versa.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 2, 2008 20:52:20 GMT
It was a hot, hot day in Zamunda. The sun beat down onto the asphalt of the highway, creating waves of heat and false water illusions. None of this mattered to David Webb. He was in a climate controlled house on wheels. The limousine was equipped with a minibar, television, and a laptop with wireless internet. Oh, and bullet proof glass.
David was on his way to the hotel where he was to be staying. At the moment, he was reviewing his cover. "An endocrinologist? What the hell is that?" He asked the bodyguard next to him. "Uhh, didn't they tell you at the briefing back in D.C.?" He replied.
David squirmed in his chair. He may or may not have been a little tipsy during the briefing. He quickly changed the subject. "So, I just wait for them to try something, then leave the beacon in their base, or on someone who will go there, and wait for the big boom?" He asked. "Did you even get briefed? Balance lost it's B-1 over Somalia to a Stinger. You just have to use the charges we gave you, those should make a big enough explosion to damage, if not destroy, their operation. Even if it doesn't, Balance or SOCOM will send out another team, and America will bomb these guys back to the stone age. Or maybe those one of those other guys you talked about."
"Awesome" David replied, more than a little sarcastically. He shifted the small stack of papers he had with him to the top of the minibar, then opened up his luggage and looked over his gear. He was wearing a normal suit, and had several more changes of clothes in his bag, but underneath the bottom was a disassembled MicroTavor, along with his pistol and the broken down backpack. He didn't have much gear except for the aformentioned supplies, and a few pounds of PE-4.
Satisfied, he leaned back into his chair and relaxed as the Limo drove on through the streets of Zamunda.
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 2, 2008 23:28:21 GMT
Meanwhile, Baskervilles would be in his...erm..."room", if you could call it that. It was really more of a makeshift dog kennel. He was, at the moment, pulling on a length of knotted rope, while one of his favorite dogs, Dante, was vigourously yanking the other end.
Anyone entering the room, even long-time LADON employees, would likely be more than a little weirded out.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 3, 2008 11:07:20 GMT
"Bask?" X entered the room with two of his personal guards. I-AM units, not as strong as the one deployed during the Damocles mission, which had mostly been burned up on reentry, but still stronger than humans.
X found the dogs watching the game between the master and one of the others.
"We've got a job for you, whenever you're done playing of course. The recent group of doctors are still not up for working, we'd like to to pay a visit to the cell block and have some fun."
He took a notepad out and offered it over, it was snatched by one of the dogs.
"Yeah...so that's the list of the docs we can afford to lose, fair game for you, the rest we'd prefer to be convinced to work."
*************************************************** After unpacking, Paul made his way back down to the ground floor to check out the hotel bar.
"One black russian." He passed the cash over the bar. The bartender refused to accept it.
"Your friend already started you a tab." He slid the drink across the bar.
"My friend?" Paul started at the drink trying to find something amiss.
"Always so suspicious? Even to the man who helped you find yourself?"
"I know that voice." Paul turned and gripped the hand of the other man. "Dr. Daisuke Serizawa, it's good to see you."
After the Village incident, Paul was still suffering from amnesia, Misaki and the JIEOL had been good enough to contact Dr Serizawa, a skilled hypnotherapist.
"Likewise friend." He sat down at the bar and ordered his own drink. "I saw your name on the register and decided to say hello."
"You here for the conference?"
"Just like you, journalist. Anyway, I have some new findings I'd like to present, maybe you'd be interested in hearing them if you can find some time between your snooping."
"Wouldn't miss it."
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 4, 2008 0:18:18 GMT
"Rrrrrrrrr.
"Ehrm. Par-ohn mae." Baskervilles said, his mouth currently full of rope. "Ah'll geat righ' on 'at. Jus' 'emme'...." With one final tug, the LADON operative gained control of the rope, ripping it away from Dante. He stood, spat it into his hand, and stowed it inside his large coat. He also pulled out two dog biscuts. One went to Dante. The other....
"Right." Bask said, swallowing after a bout of chewing. "I'll get the boys ready. We'll be down there in 10."
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 4, 2008 4:01:29 GMT
David hated tuxedos. He hated parties even more. Guess what he got to do tonight!?
He sighed, and threw the tux he had been holding in front of himself on the bed behind him. For some reason, the minibar had already been cleaned out, so David had entertained himself watching the military channel.
The tech they were showing was antique, original Tavor rifles, MP7's, some new kind of five'er for the Navy. David, at the moment, was looking over his MicroTavor. Basically a beefy P90, it kept the stopping power, accuracy, and range of the regular Tavor, while fitting it into a small compact package. He checked over the rounds. New PIE bullets. Personal Incendiary Explosive swere their real names, but Alex called them Jack-o-Lanterns. Some kind of joke about how the skull looked when the round round off inside. David wasn't amused.
He also wasn't amused at the moment, either. It appeared the SIMON door openers were missing the special gel that caught the bullets, and propeled the weapon. If he tried to use one it would explode at the end of his weapon. Someone was gonna get a asswhooping for that.
But, David had more important things to attend to than worrying about idiots in Logistics. If there was a Logistics department of Balance. David didn't know. "Screw it." He thought, climbing out of the bed and walking to the closet. He pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans, then walked downstairs to the bar.
"I'll have a dry Martini. Shaken, not stirred."
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 5, 2008 20:32:49 GMT
"Yeah...in your own time then." Xs PDA beeped. "Excuse me, I have to take this."
He made his way back to the control room flanked by the I-AM guards. A tech met with him.
"Incoming message from the Tarantula."
"On screen." The main screen lit up showing the Tarantula, LADONs mastermind behind special agents, looking as imperial as always in his eastern style robes.
"How goes the operation?"
"Smooth as Barry White so far. We have confirmation on any interlopers?"
"The usual, the freelancer Con, the one Reaper faced in Antarctica." He twirled his long thin moustache. "and your old friend McLeod. I suggest you make use of the gift I sent."
Another aide walked up with a small wooden box and handed it to X, he took a peek inside.
"Let's just hope it works. Hail LADON."
**************************************************** Paul handed the Doctor one of his business card/Tracking devices.
"So you ever need any of my services that's the fastest way to reach me."
"Heh, of course. Though I thought your wife didn't approve of your old fashioned methods."
"Hasn't let me down yet." Paul finished off his drink and ordered a second. "She just got back after a report in south america, she'll probably tell us about it when we next run into each other."
"She's expected here?"
"Y'know....I can never tell. She's spontaneus. So how's the work?"
Serizawa held his first fingers and thumbs on each hand together in a triangle shape, a point for the patient to focus on.
"Well, you've seen how it works."
"All too well, so you sure I'm not gonna cluck like a chicken or anything?"
The Doctor shrugged. "You want to? I won't judge."
They laughed on the joke and continued about the subject.
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Post by Ty on Sept 5, 2008 21:26:06 GMT
Con's plane finally landed at the airport in Zamunda. After the usual hold-up with customs (thankfully devoid of cavity search), Con grabbed his bag and went outside to find his rental car. While on route, he hit the speed dial on his cell phone.
"Yeah, it's me. Just landed a minute ago. Look, you might as well cancel the hotel reservation; I'm not gonna have time to stop. I'm going straight to the conference now. Yeah..."
The combination of cell phone and printout directions occupying his attention meant that Con's driving left a lot to be desired. But then, he was American. Everyone probably expected him to make an ass of himself. He figured he might as well meet their expectations. Besides, to his knowledge, this country had no cell-phone-while-driving laws.
"Alright. Oh, and could you try to get me an earlier departure flight? Something tells me I'm not gonna want to stick around after this. Right. Thanks. Yeah, I'll have a full report when I get back. Alright, I'll see you then. Later."
A few minutes later, Con arrived at the conference building. He parked in the lot toward the back and started going through his bag. He hastily changed into his tuxedo in the car, then started toward the building.
After making sure no one was nearby to see him, Con stopped next to the northeast wall. Finding a nice flat spot below an open window (if he remembered the building floor plan right, that should be a restroom), he put his bag down. He took out a plastic hook and some thin rope, and tucked them into his pants in one place security was unlikely to pat him down.
Luckily, getting inside wasn't all that difficult. The guards at the main entrance looked at his passport and barely gave him a pat-down before letting him in. Once safely inside, Con proceeded to the upstairs bathroom. Using the rope and hook, he snagged his bag down below and pulled it up through the window.
"Testing, 1, 2, 3..." he said quietly, holding an earpiece to his ear while speaking into a tiny spy cam/microphone. "Yep, sounds good." He clipped the spy cam to his jacket, discreetly in the pocket, and put the earpiece in his ear. For a final test, he lightly tapped the mic, then immediately wished he hadn't.
"Shit!" he cursed under his breath. After his ears stopped ringing, Con got out a small spy telescope, a length of coke wire, and his favorite hunting knife. He stored all away under his jacket, then stashed the bag in the janitor's closet.
Lastly, Con took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. He straighten his bow tie, although there was no way around it: straight or crooked, he looked ridiculous wearing it. God, I look like James Bond's stoner cousin from Jersey. He took a shallow breath to calm his nerves, then stepped out of the bathroom and made his way back downstairs to make a preliminary overview of the place.
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 6, 2008 1:49:42 GMT
Ten minutes later, as promised, Baskervilles was in the cell block with his pack. The dogs, which consisted of German Sheperds, Rottweilers, and Labradors. Looking to the list, Bask selected his victim carefully.
"Attention, everyone." he said to the various doctors. "It has come to our attention that some of your aren't willing to cooperate. This is unfortunate. So, I present to you your associate, Dr. Imran Farquar, who's going to give a wonderful presentation of cooperation with terrorist organizations that happen to be holding you hostage!"
One of the dogs, a large German Shepherd, got off of a man on the floor. Dr. Farquar stood.
"Now, if you'll remember, this good doctor has been a thorn in our side ever since arriving here."
"Oh, p!ss off you terrorist toy!" the doctor said, fear and anger in his voice. "You're just a dog for whoever you work for, and-"
Bask whistled, and the dogs began braying on their leashes, drowning out the doctor.
"Tell me, if I'm a dog, Dr. Farquar, what does that make you?" Baskervilles said, literally growling. "Dog food." he let go of the leash with a quick whistle, and the pack fell upon the doctor.
"You were more of a piece of sh*t than a man, really." the "dog" said with a grin. "Now you can be a piece of dog sh*t."
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 6, 2008 18:29:15 GMT
David casually sipped on some kind of colored martini that apparently was the hotel's "specialty". If this was their specialty than ground up cockroaches must be a delicacy here. David put the drink down and marked where it was so he wouldn't drink from it again by mistake. He turned away from the bar and leaned on it, surveying the room.
He was alone except for two more guys who looked down on their luck, sipping sullenly from tall glasses of beer. David sighed, laid a hundred dollar bill on the counter, and walked back to his room. He flopped down on his bed in one of those quiet moments you can only enjoy until their go- The phone rang like an elephant smashing into a wall of bricks.
David was jolted from his sleep and in an instant was behind the bed ready to dive out the window. "Sh*t." He said, picking up the phone. "Hello?" He asked.
"Hangfire, sweet."
"Huh?" He asked, but was speaking to a dead line. David glanced at the clock and was surprised to see he had slept two hours. The conference started in about 15 minutes.
"Awesome" He muttered as he scurried around the room, brushing his teeth, taking a p!ss, putting on his tuxedo. He grabbed his backpack, which he had transferred his gear into earlier, and slung it over his shoulder before walking out.
David got to the parking lot and climbed into his rental car. Thankfully the thing started and he was soon on his way to the ridiculously good looking convention center. He pulled into an empty space in the lot and stared.
"Wow..."
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 7, 2008 0:36:01 GMT
ooc: Oct, you didn't make that character just to use that line from hellsing right?
ic: After another hour talking with the doctor Paul decided it was best they prepare for their respective duties at the conference, both retired to their rooms.
Some time later McLeod in his tux, which he'd been keeping care of considering the use he got out of it, was making his way to the conference. MI6 didn't provide the Martin or the Shelby Cobra this time, prefering to play it lower key for a journalist cover identity, so they provided a custom Dodge Charger, it was loud, but had the standard add ons.
He pulled into the conference hall and passed his car to the valet. No chance of getting any regular weapons past security, so he carried several zip guns disguised as pens. ***************************************************
LADON had the teams going like clockwork. Several observer teams had taken their places as catering staff and bartenders in the conference, checking out the doctors showing up.
Whilst a team of I-AMs disguised as maintenance staff entered the hotel that McLeod had just left. Setting themselves up in the rooms of Doctor Serizawa and a last minute addition, George Enos.
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Post by Kan on Sept 7, 2008 2:59:43 GMT
OOC: No BlackLights this time they are busy kicking each other's asses which will be the focus of the next spy after this, written by yours truly, and it will be taking place at the same time storyline wise as this event.
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Name: Unknown Codename: RegnoTech Specialties: Super human intellect, Implants allowing increased strength and speed, sixth sense concerning technology, mind control tech. Height: 5'10 Eyes: unknown, always behind dark glasses. Hair:Blond Age: 20
Just check the Sword of D rp for the bio and crap, I am being lazy tonight, had to clean the yard after Hannah hit last night.
Is currently staying in the Hotel under a guise of a vacationor, he already having many security guards and Low to Mid level Ladon agents bugged, either with his mind control tech, or a new version that allows him to see through the infected eye's and hear what they hear.
These are either dormant or on auto, as Regno lacks the time to control them himself. As usual he has a few of his personal guard hanging around, blend into the crowds.
He has also jacked up his own implants to allow him to access a full 60% of his muscles ability, which is at a norm of 20% a normal person's. He has also since the sword incident began learning various forms of fighting, but not taking to them, so he is still just a rookie fighting wise but he more than makes up for it with his extra strength and brains.
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RegnoTech sighs as he leans into his chair, sitting at his improvised command center, where he can monitor his implanties, including his personal guard, never hurts to be to careful, he learned that by interacting with Vulpes.
"Speaking of......he should be getting out of the infirmary soon, I told him not to f*ck with me" He says to himself.
After Vulpe's homicidal intrusions during the rail gun incident Regno decided to test his new adaptive virus for the JIEOL series of battle suits, or skins on Vulpe's suit. He still hadn't been able to get complete schematics for them, thats why he came up with a very advanced, generations ahead of the most advanced virus out there, Adaptive, almost Sentient virus to infiltrate and corrupt the suits systems from within, and to be able to adapt to unknown variables. Needless to say Vulpe's suit did not react like he would have wanted.
Regno made the virus make the suit go haywire, moving Vulpes in unnatural ways, destroying and damaging muscles and other structures.
Damn sure Vulpes wouldn't interfere again. Speaking of, he won't be able to this mission, he is going to have his hands full, as those BlackLight agents were beginning to get unruly, Apparently Jackal must have gotten to a few.
"I knew we should have taken him out in DC" Rengo once again mutters.
RengoTech gets out of his chair with a yawn, he was bored now, might as well head to the bar, grab a drink and scope out the competition, he grab's his personal Titanium knife and sheath's it into a holster that is hidden by his shirt, one of the many things he managed to sneak in, including some pistols and such.
Mind control, its the new cloning.
OOC: He will be wandering the halls on his way to the bar, might even run into one of the after mentioned doctors, who knows, it's up to Scorp of whoever.
My second will be up soon.
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 7, 2008 3:08:05 GMT
OOC:
Umm....
No, actually. You win $5.00 for giving a crap about my reference.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 7, 2008 5:31:35 GMT
David sighed and waited for his drink.
He had gotten into the convention center by way of a emergency ladder on the outside wall. After climbing down the wall and into one of the bathrooms David had put his sidearm in his shoulder holster and slid his backpack into the drop-tile ceiling. If need be, he could grab his MicroTavor.
The bartender came back with David's gin and tonic. "Thanks" He muttered absentmindedly, picking up his drink and sipping it. David was devoting most of his attention to what appeared to be Miss America 2006. She was with someone David knew. " That's the guy who invented the first pacemaker!" He thought to himself, remembering reading about him years ago.
David started paying more attention to the doctors themselves as he drank. It seemed everyone who had ever even touched a scalpel was there from the turnout. "What the hell do these guys want the doctors for anyway? David asked himself, getting more and more worried with every face he recognized.
David put down his forgotten drink and walked into the crowd, deciding to mingle and gather some intelligence.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 7, 2008 18:25:35 GMT
ooc: Heh, I'll take the 5 dollars, but hopefully you'll spare us any Jan Valentine, keep the language down. XD
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The LADON agent at the bar watched out for any targets. The plan was simple, they'd been supplied with a toxin in frozen form in one of the ice buckets. Once in someones drink they'd have an hour and a half before minor drowsiness kicked in, plus the minor irradiated part of the chemical would render them viewable on LADONs scanners, nothing lethal of course.
The 'bartender' slipped one of the tagged drinks to Dr Serizawa and waited for Enos and the other targets to come back for another round. Teams would pick them up from their hotels later.
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"Ladies and gentlemen if we could have your attention."
McCleod faced the podium as the speaker announced the start of the conference and the list of presentations.
"...and first up, Doctor Kirby and Doctor Steranko to present their research regarding the successful treatment of the epidemic in alaska some months back."
Paul almost crushed his glass at that one, during the Damocles mission LADON had stolen a fragment of the meteorite that caused that outbreak. He calmed down though and focused on the job at hand. At least these doctors were making their work public, rendering at least one of LADONs future threats worthless. ****************************************************
X watched over the various criminal organisation members assembling in the hanger. He clicked on the communicator.
"Baskerville? Our guests have arrived. Perhaps you could show them to the meeting hall? keep them from wandering around?"
ooc: If anyone wants to introduce a non LADON villain as part of the meeting, go for it.
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Post by Kan on Sept 7, 2008 19:27:52 GMT
While on his way Regno's watch beeped, signifying that one of his infected has heard one of the many hundred key phrases or events he programed to have alert him.
He turns on his heel and races back to his room, he enters and plops down at the makeshift command center, but not before making sure that he hung the do not disturb placard on his door.
He brings up many of his Ladon infected 'drones', "They should have let me join up with them" he mutters under his breath, it seems he is still peeved he was not looked at by LADON, oh well.
"Alright lets get those eyes open" he says before keying in the commands, the result being images popping onto the screens around him, and a few sound files coming through, but he decides to use only one for now and to record the others.
He leans back and watches as the people pile into the hanger.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 7, 2008 23:17:25 GMT
Ok, so maybe mingling was a bad idea.
David ran his hand through his hair as he waited for another drink. "Note to self, try to read up on endocrinology." He thought. "For you, sir." David heard behind him. He turned and accepted the martini the bartender gave him, then took a big gulp.
After approaching a group of surgeons David had attempted to to talk about the convention, but all the group was interested in was him. They had interrogated him like the most experienced DHS agent and it was by pure luck that David had managed to get away.
David finished his drink and put it down on the bar.He turned as a band started playing somewhere and somebody who looked to be around three hundred started speaking onstage. "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" He thought, hearing the old man blather on about things nobody who didn't have a MD would ever care about in their lives.
"When are these a$$holes gonna try something?"
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 7, 2008 23:25:29 GMT
"Umm...." Bask replied over his handy radio. "I'm not exactly the best one for that, ya know? The teeth and the claws and everything.
"Oh, you meant 'those' guests. Heh heh, my bad. Sure thing." ****************************************************
Soon enough, Bask was indeed ready to escort LADON's "special guests" to the meeting room.
Okay, him and 10 others.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 8, 2008 21:53:11 GMT
The I-AM teams set up in the hotel rooms of the various targets ready to meet them on their way back from the conference.
They'd taken a special interest in George Enos room. Setting up a portable com screen with a pre recorded message and waiting calmly for Enos to get back and listen to the message. ***************************************************
Dr Serizawa just wrapped up his speech about his Hypnotherapy techniques. It was quite revolutionary even if a lot of the attending doctors brushed it off ad parour tricks.
Paul listend intently though. MI6 had info on the terrorist black marketeer Cobra having similar talents. Maybe Misaki could pull strings and get her and Paul some training of their own. ***************************************************
The LADON bartender checked his watch, he'd been spiking the drinks all night with the toxin cubes, about another twenty minutes before it kicked in. The targets would hopefully just take the effects as needing some rest and head back to their lodgings.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 8, 2008 23:15:09 GMT
"And so the aerodynamic characteristics of the new robotic..."
David yawned as yet another old man talked and talked and talked. He was getting tired.
"And yet again, intelligence fails completely." David thought to himself, resting his head in his hand and looking around him. For some reason the doctors were entranced by the speaker, in almost a cult like atmosphere.
"Overpaid idiots." He muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. a few hundred folding chairs had appeared seemingly by magic, along with new food on the tables for the people who just couldn't wait to stuff their faces.
David shifted the shoulder strap holding his Glock 21 and yawned again. The woman in front of him gave him was David guessed was supposed to be a stern look. He smiled at her, amused. All she did was hmmph at him and turn back around.
"Great, now I'm getting a headache." He thought, reaching a hand up and massaging his temples.
"This is probably the most fun I've ever had." David thought, wondering when it would end.
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Post by Ty on Sept 9, 2008 0:18:41 GMT
Con mostly ignored the presentations. Mostly, he just looked around at the other guests, trying to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. He'd thought he saw the bartender doing something strange with the ice bucket at one point, but dismissed it as his nerves getting the better of him. Just the same, he avoided the drinks, preferring to keep completely sober while on the job.
God, the suspense is the worst. he thought, glancing around the room again. Any second, he expected to see someone pulling a gun, or a sniper poised on the upper balcony, or someone trying to hide a bomb strapped to their chest. I almost wish something would happen. Maybe then I could relax.
At the end of Mr. Serizawa's speech, he politely joined in the applause. From what he heard, it had been a pretty good speech. As the doctor left the stage, though, Con thought he looked a little disoriented. It's probably nothing, Con thought, reminding himself of his nerves. Even so, he took a mental note to keep an eye on the doctor just in case.
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