<div class="floatright">(https://i.insider.com/57d6eec6b0ef976d008b50bf?width=795&amp;format=jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OMBRE STAGING FACILITY ∎ Clearance Level Green                               </span></strong></span><br/></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">The deeper that he moved into this building, the less that it seemed like the innocent government project that he had been told about. Eddie couldn't even remember the person that had suggested him the job, as that information had been awash in all of the stimuli that he had to endure. Paperwork was actually a fun break from all of the tests. By the time he had the paperwork in front of him while a woman who conveniently had shade covering her neck and face, Eddie was simply curious at this point. He couldn't even count the top secret, lead lined doors that they had moved past over and over just to reach this room that they were in now. His own pencil scratched across the paper as he filled out all of the important information, conceding that if the government wanted it, they were going to get the information anyway.<br/><br/><em>Eddie chooses the following stats:<br/><br/>Force: 2<br/>Instinct: 3<br/>Access: 4<br/><br/>Skill Proficiency: Investigation, Strategy.</em><br/><br/>He had expected that there would be more once he filled out the papers, but once that final question had been answered, the papers had been swiped out from underneath him, and Eddie frowned as he stood up from the chair and followed the woman to the elevator. As he reached the elevator along with the other agent, he tried to inspect anything he could about his surroundings, curiosity getting the better of him. However, it was the best that he could do to try and avoid looking too obvious, as trying to find more information about some sort of government conspiracy was certainly not something the government would want from its own workers. Eddie remained silent until they reached the White Room, and he couldn't deny that Singer currently in a state of undress was a main thing that piqued his interest. Eddie wasn't a virgin or unknown to women or anything, but tech nerds were also one of the most horny when their minds could hold a myriad of fantasy scenarios that couldn't be played out by the sheer depravity of them.<br/><br/>As Sawyer spoke, Eddie looked over to the man, smiling sheepishly as he had been caught in the act. Did Sawyer mean to always be in the corner of the room, just so that he could catch rogue eyes whenever some newbies came into the room. As he highlighted the woman's name to be Singer, Eddie muttered it to himself before nodding. "Is she single?" he joked, knowing it to be a joke among men in the locker room. Instead the story switched to information about the City, and Eddie could have repeated everything that Sawyer said without missing a beat. He had enrolled in conspiratorial groups to find as much information as he could about them, but information was hard to find among the tinfoil hats and wild tangents. All within a place that wasn't their world, what a world it could be.<br/><br/>His reminder of the City being like a sad girlfriend was a weird, if apt one. But Eddie still didn't know if he could even put together in his mind what this City could become. Nothing that someone expected would ever be the same as what they had envisioned in their mind. Sawyer's calling to the world had surprised Eddie, as it seemed like they were just getting to talking before it was being wrenched away from him. He realized that he would be soon, so Eddie fanned his shirt against himself and adjusted his glasses, even though whether he could see fine or not was irrelevant once he was hooked up to everything. He turned back over to Singer, and smiled sheepishly even though he wasn't even sure of what to say. "So... been here a while?" he asked, but he wouldn't get a response from her. Not much later, the myriad of health professionals came into the room, and helped Eddie to a mesmerizing slumber.<br/><br/></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">                             </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>MISSION #0: THE MILK RUN</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Part One: "Checking in and calling home."</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">The first thing that woke him up was the rain drops, and it took Eddie a moment to realize that they were falling on his closed eyelids. Wasn't there usually... something separating his eyes from the open air? Eddie's eyes shot open and he placed a hand onto the asphalt, trying to push himself up to his feet. But all he managed to do was get on one knee before he fell over onto his face, grunting in annoyance as the dirt and mud smudged the white button-up shirt that he had came to the company in. "Team... I'm in..." Eddie muttered, his voice slightly muffled by his head turned slightly away from wherever the receiver was supposed to be.<br/><br/>While he waited for an answer, Eddie finally got to his feet and scanned his environment around him. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the crates with their uninspired name across the center of the wood. "I see myself in... an alleyway, and it doesn't seem to stop raining..." Eddie said as he placed a hand above his eyes to protect his eyes from being drenched in water. "And... I just realized that my glasses are gone and I can see perfectly. I'm already liking The City," he added, another laugh as he moved over to the crates to open the first one on top, seeing if there was anything inside while he waited for an answer.<br/><br/><em>Eddie rolled an Access check: 4d6 = 6, 3, 3, 2 = 14. Success!</em></span></span>