<div class="floatleft">(http://37.media.tumblr.com/e646d2cc671dd371ea9b8f847053a358/tumblr_mopmkk2XpV1stedbqo1_250.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sheva Alomar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242505.msg12023554#new)<br/><strong>Title:</strong>BSAA SOA Operative<br/><strong>Game:</strong>Resident Evil 5<br/><strong>Time:</strong>01-18-0900<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Suburban Villa |  Killzone<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<strong>Mentioned:</strong>All<br/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Sheva has a brief operation in a Nigerian villa before answering the call, staying benign and friendly during the formal, military induction.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>S</strong>everal years following the Kijuju Incident and the world had yet to change.  It seemed that every other day a new strand of biological weaponry was being developed to counter the last and a vicious cycle sustained longevity.  All one could do was continue counter-measures and hope a difference was made but that was just wishful thinking.  History shows how unlikely it was.  Throughout recorded history, a rough estimate of only two hundred and thirty something years were of true peace.  Everything else was war and conflict.  Naturally, for the realist or the cynically inclined, that relatively small number of peaceful years simply were when war wasn't caught or seen.  Still, despite the seemingly impossible task of inevitability,  you could not simply ignore things.<br/><br/><em>"Ba ni da in matsayi,"</em>Sheva murmured into a small device placed into an ear with a small extension harboring a microphone.  It was Hausa for 'I'm in position'.<br/><br/>The BSAA West African Branch had been following a lead detailing a possible outbreak of biological weaponry.  Unwilling to know what it could do if uncontested, they were forced into action and every effort eventually pointed them to a villa overlooking the coast of Nigeria.  Almost eight hours of reconnaissance had been logged in.  Everyone was in position and given as much intelligence as possible to ensure things would go smoothly.  Fortune was smiling upon their small team of operatives as well, given the sanctity of nightfall and stealth-enhancing element of rain.  Sheva looked down, double-checking the M92F was loaded properly and ready to be fired.  The other operatives were packing an AR and on standby in case everything went awry and loud extraction was necessary.  First, however, they wanted to do this all quietly.<br/><br/>The operatives received the signal from their headsets.  Sheva shifted forward, quickly making her way to a set of rocks adjacent to terrace.  Two men armed with SMGs were talking at the head of the stairs, none the wiser of incoming BSAA movement.  Everyone received the notification of spotted enemy location, quickly making an amendment to include the third guard walking towards them.  Three seconds of radio silence were broken by the sound of three muffled gunfire and the sight of all three guards dropping.  Sheva moved forward right after, crouching to stay behind the parapet of the stairs where she caught sound of rushing footsteps.  She was alerted to a fourth guard quickly closing in from her right and received the order.  She quickly stepped out from the parapet and introduced the fourth guard to a sleeper hold before he could talk into his radio-set.  Everything was going smoothly so far.<br/><br/>The rest of the operation went flawlessly as well.  The bulk of the BSAA had an unfortunate shootout as the extraction of the package was seen to by Sheva.  Once everyone was rendezvoused, they checked the package and managed to secure the strand they sought out for.  With the job well accomplished, they all packed in and sent out to celebrate at a local bar.  The music was at a decent volume and the number of patrons was not overwhelmingly numerous.  In fact, most of them vacated when they arrived, still sporting some of their tactical gear.  An action one could not fault them for.  There was never no guarantee things would not go awry when such elements were around.  Africa was a country wracked with war, after all.  Sheva had enjoyed a few drinks and laughs with the boys before stepping out to her car, leaving earlier than the others as usual.<br/><br/>Just as she opened the door leading to the driver's seat, she heard a familiar sound.  Having worked with the Seven Kingdoms before, Sheva knew who Lakitu was;  she thought he was adorable and could only admire the dedication to his job.  Thus, she turned to see him floating on his cloud with a broad, contagious smile.  She smiled back in return and eyed the presented letter.  She greeted him and held a few passing comments and questions to catch up before opening the letter.  Reading the details, Sheva took a seat and brought a leg up to rest on the seat's edge, placing her head down atop the knee.  A threat to the System called the Mugen Virus and it had already claimed some villains.  She had to contemplate the answer carefully, however.  Once she discerned that there was no immediate concerns pertaining to her job, she reached over to the glove compartment to extract a pen and circled yes.  The letter vanished and she jerked her head back, caught off-guard by the magic.  The corner of her eye caught the bright illumination of the portal and the rest was obvious:  she stepped through.<br/><br/>Sheva was still trying to adjust to certain things.  Magic was one of them.  Suddenly standing in a lordless castle's foyer, she caught on quickly to the fact she wasn't alone.  She took a few steps back to get a reading of those in the room.  A rugged man with a stoic expression,  a woman with an excessive amount of hair,  a blue penguin, a white-haired man,  another woman with ebony hair,  a strange looking man wearing a one-piece suit,  another African-American and the legendary Mario.  All of them were wearing the same BDU's and in different shades of confusion or understanding of the situation.<br/><br/><em>"Well, hello there, I guess.  At least I'm not the only one that takes risks," </em>she said after quelling a sense of danger from them, offering a pleasant smile and light-hearted comment to alleviate tension.<em>"You are all here by the letter, yes?"</em><br/><br/>Strutting towards them following the shared assessment of the others was Q-Bert, leading them into an eventual meeting with a line-up of militant individuals.  The whole thing was so familiar.  She was brought back to her own military training in the United States.  Augustus Cole's enthusiasm enforced a small, amused smile to breach her expression, unable to suppress it.   It quickly faded when Guile started speaking, getting into an attentive stance out of habit.  He gave a briefing of the situation, which she nodded to.  This was followed by an introduction to the other instructors, which she nodded to as well.  He asked the others to introduce themselves and give a brief summary of their reasons.  Sheva listened to each one with given eye contact and attentive ears before it finally fell on her to answer.<br/><br/><em>"Sheva Alomar of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, Special Operations Agent.  I am from Resident Evil of the Capcom Kingdom,"</em>she explained to them, maintaining eye contact primarily with the Kill Instructors.<em>"I answered because I hope my expertise with biological warfare and military training for reconnaissance and irregular skirmish tactics can be of use.  This Mugen virus seems ominous and I cannot sit by and allow such a threat to exist."</em><br/><hr/><strong>Word Count:</strong>1144<br/><strong>XP Rewarded:</strong>3