<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shooting the Breeze<br/><hr/><br/>The tow truck had an older Toyota model behind it. Those cars could last forever, but it looked like forever had arrived for this particular model. The first time a car died was usually the beginning of the end for that particular motor, or so old man Murray said it. Ryan himself knew precisely jack and shit about the more delicate intricacies. Sure he could change oil and all the basics, but when a car died like that, he was a little out of his depth. But his father had a multitude of sayings and anecdotes about cars, and living with the man as long as he had determined that a few stuck around.<br/><br/>Ryan stepped outside into the blazing sun, tapping a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it up. Cancer Schmancer, that felt good. He sucked in a long, delicious drag before stepping closer to the car. The owner, a pretty young woman who was frustrated with the whole situation, and understandably so. She was... distractingly beautiful though, with her long dark hair catching the sun's oppressive glare and turning it into something breathtaking. She didn't seem to see him, however, as she made a beeline for old Vern's office. The older man himself seemed content with verbally abusing his workers to get the car into the damn garage and it seemed like it was up to him to entertain the unfortunate woman as she waited. He stepped forward, out of the doorway, aiming to introduce himself, but she didn't seem to see that either, still looking at her car and sidearming him just a bit, brushing some embers from the cigarette to the ground.<br/><br/><em>"Watch it,"</em>She snapped at him, making him raise an eyebrow, but she quickly mended it with a,<em>" Crap, sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."</em><br/><br/>"Hey, don't worry about it," He said, taking the little cylinder out of his mouth with his left hand and offering his right," Hi, I'm Ryan Murray. I would ask you if you're having car troubles, but that would be a little unobservant on my part. I'm sorry about it, though."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/04/03/cc0403bccab4556a308aa15f1d30a366.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s3media.247sports.com/Uploads/Assets/406/958/2958406.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Agents Davis and Davis (No Relation)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shooting the Breeze<br/><hr/><br/>The other car came to a stop just twenty yards from where the Agents had been parked. It was standard procedure to run plates of local cars to make sure that nobody slipped through the Tac 6 net, but it would take the boys that just arrived a little while to realize that the silver sedan that they had parked in front of, identical to their own, was a company vehicle of the same damn company. Tac 6 agents didn't generally speak to each other while on the field, so it was a surprise when the two agents, a heavy-set latino man and a brunette stepped out of their vehicle and started heading towards the Davis' car.<br/><br/>The man tapped the driver's side window and Robert Davis quickly depressed the button that rolled it down, the muggy heat hitting them like a brick.<br/><br/>"How's it going?" The Agent said," I'm Agent Matinez and that's Agent Young."<br/><br/>"I'm Agent Davis and he's Agent Davis," Robert responded, letting the traditional pause sink in before adding," No relation." It wasn't like it hadn't been asked before.<br/><br/>"I'm guessing that you boys are tracking a Evolved all the way out here. My compute says you guys are from the Boston office."<br/><br/>"Yeah, a biker scumbag who's taking a cross country trip. We're following him until another office takes him off our hands."<br/><br/>Martinez nodded and adjusted his sunglasses," Yeah, we have an E-Vee who's car died on her on her way to work. Why's the biker here?"<br/><br/>"He just stopped in about five minutes ago. I'm guessing that he's friends with the owner."<br/><br/>"Two E-Vees stopping into the same out of the way garage, one a local and one from Boston? Doesn't that seem suspicious to you, Agent Davis?"<br/><br/>"I guess..."<br/><br/>"They could be fraternizing in there as we speak. We have been getting reports on E-Vees around the world organizing into an anti-Tac 6 group, and those reports are getting more numerous by the day. It's a war out there."<br/><br/>"Yeah, I've read the reports..."<br/><br/>"I'm going to call it in, maybe get clearance to take these two down before they get any more... fraternizing done," Young completed, and pulled her radio out of her pocket.<br/><br/>"Base 21, this is Field Team 5467, over.<br/><br/>A second passed before the answer came in,<em>"Base one to Field team 5467. We read you, Field Team 5467, over.</em><br/><br/>"We have two Echo-Victors at the same coordinates. Vivienne Beaux, identification Seven-four-alpha-niner and..." Young looked to Cameron and snapped her fingers.<br/><br/>"Ryan Murray, 92-E-6"<br/><br/>"Ryan Murray, identification Niner-two-echo-six. Over."<br/><br/><em>"Field Team 5467, is that Murray with two Romeos, over?</em><br/><br/>"That's a roger, Base 21. We advise a tactical neutralization. Suspect of Echo-Victor fraternization, over."<br/><br/>A pause of about thirty seconds before,<em>"That's a tentative green light on tactical neutralization, Field Team 5467. Will you be needing backup?"</em><br/><br/>"That's a negative, Base 21. We have Murray's field team," More finger snapping.<br/><br/>"Field Team 3876."<br/><br/>"Field Team 3876. Should be able to take care of the Echo-Victors without fuss, over."<br/><br/><em>"Roger that, Field Team 5467. Good luck. Over and out."</em>