WTI (IC)
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				Title: <strong>WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:30:28</strong>
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				The offices of World Travel Incorporated looked just like any other travel agency. Brochures scattered around the waiting area, comfortable chairs arranged neatly about small end and coffee tables. If anything was different about the place, it was that it seemed to cater to a higher class clientele. The kind that expected you to come to them more often than not, but wanted nothing but the best when they were forced to seek you out. There were pictures on the walls of exotic lands, not posters. The chairs appeared equally expensive, they were covered in a soft sky blue suede and seemed the sort that you wouldn't want to quickly get out of once you sat down. Against the wall opposite the entryway, there was a small desk just in front of a door that led back into the more private reaches of the building. A young woman sat at that desk, a ready smile on her lips for anyone who entered the building.<br><br><hr><br>Jenna Johnson sighed as she looked at the clock one last time. Today was the day. The new group came in. She was always the one in charge of the new groups and sometimes it was frustrating beyond belief. Hopefully this time things would go more smoothly than last time. She always hated it when operatives lost it in the field. True, these teams were matched for their skill not their personalities but on a mission she'd always expected a bit of professionalism. Funny how rarely she actually got it.<br><br><em>Life would be so much easier if you just ran with it when they wanted to be goofy,</em> she reminded herself. Not for the first time either. <em>These people do hard things, you know that first hand. Cut them a little slack!</em> Slack had never been Jenna's strong point though. She sighed, rising from her chair. It was time to go find Paul and CeCe, at least she was working with them this time. They were better back up than she'd gotten used to. Last time had been down right horrible. How they'd gotten the group out alive... They had though. That was the important part. <br><br>Jenna got up from her cubical and headed down a thin hallway, Mary Jane flats padding softly against a thick burgundy carpet as she made her way to Paul's office. They'd likely both be there, Paul and CeCe were rarely far from one another. It had become the butt of several jokes around the office. Jenna just thought it was sweet. She understood. In the lives that they'd all been living you didn't often find many people that you were willing to trust, so when you found one you kept them close whenever it was feasible. Jenna raised her hand and knocked at the door.<br><br>"It's time," She called, not opening the door without an invitation. "They'll be arriving any minute."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:31:44</strong>
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				The tall somewhat imposing man answered the door, standing there in a suit that though it was not a brand name, looked good on him. Paul adjusted his suit and then looked down to the woman that was standing before him. "Let us go say hello to the newbies. Persy, do you have the folders with their profiles?" Hearing her name called, a girl stood up from the cubicle across the way in secretarial attire to go over to them with a tablet with her well manicured nails touching along the edges of the tablet. "Here you go Paul." She told him with a smile on her blood red lips, that accentuates her intense eyes that looked directly back into Paul's. The man smiled knowing that she did not truly appreciated being talked down to like that even though she was his assistant. <br><br>The only reason that she was wearing the black blazer, the blue blouse, and then the short black skirt followed along with the stockings and then the heels that she was wearing was all due to the fact that she had missed a target by 3 inches in a sniper challenge between the two of them. So for the rest of the day, she was going to be forced to be dressed as his sexy secretary. Cecilia then started to walk in the direction of the lobby to where she was going to meet with the people that she was going to be protecting from time to time.<br><br>Paul walked with Jenna to head over to the lobby where they were going to meet with them. He looked over their files and found that each of them were going to be skilled in their own ways. 'It looks like there is going to be a rowdy bunch in here not to mention the conflicts that are bound to occur between the Brits and the Irishwoman." Cecilia opened the door to the lobby to allow the others into the room to wait on the people that were going to come by.<br><br>"Paul, we will go hand to hand later on today to see if I can get out of this costume." Cecilia whispered with a smile as they headed past her. "Jenna, we are going to have fun with this little group."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 22:06:09</strong>
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				Eric arrived at the agency just a few minutes early, punctuality was enforced by a life as a soldier, he couldn't make himself being late, even if he wasn't happy with how the things had been handled.<br>He made the switch with WTI two years before, and yet he had to be assigned to something noteworthy. In the the past twenty six months he had been called six times. Four were for training mission, like he was some kind of rookie. The supposed-to-be instructor officer had half his years and a tenth of his field experience, and the fellow candidates were mostly a bunch of morons from different PMCs. The two "real" field assignments turned out to be a babysitting jobs.<br><br>Aside from those activities Eric had most of the time free, and after the first enjoyable weeks he grew restless. He had been in the system so long he couldn't have reverted to civilian even if he had wanted.<br><em>"This better be the bloody real deal"</em> he thought, the day before, hanging up the phone. <em>"Anther week of this damn evaluation period and I give them all the finger."</em><br><br>At least they didn't tell him to go to the usual training camp, approaching the building in the middle of the city, Eric gave a look at the surroundings, it was an uptown block and the directions brought him to a travel agency office.<br><em>"Well, let's see what's on."</em> he said to himself pushing the door open.<br>A step and he was in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 05:29:14</strong>
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				Khalidah&nbsp; pushed out the kickstand of the Harley Fatboy with one heavily booted foot and cut the big bike’s engine.&nbsp; Though she’d been working with the agency for some time, so far it had all been individual security jobs and she had yet to be called in to work on any sort of team mission, which had suited her just fine.&nbsp; It was easier to lay low doing that kind of work, but still, she was beginning to get a little restless.&nbsp; So the call the day before asking her to come to this address had piqued her curiosity.&nbsp; Though, it wasn’t as if she had a choice.&nbsp; <br><br>Swinging one leather covered leg over the bike, Khal tucked the keys into the pocket of her jacket and started walking towards the door, stopping just a few feet from the curb.&nbsp; A travel agency.&nbsp; Brilliant.&nbsp; Her new employers were subtle.&nbsp; Reaching up to unbuckle the strap of her helmet, she crossed the sidewalk, pushed the door open and then walked through into the front office.&nbsp; <br><br>Stopping just inside the door, Khal pulled the motorcycle helmet off her head, letting her dark hair fall down below her shoulders.&nbsp; The room had only one other occupant; a tall, good looking middle-aged man with a striking grey beard and hair – both neatly groomed – and a serious bearing.&nbsp; Ex-military, she decided after giving him a discreet once over and most likely a serious hardass, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in her book, provided he could back the attitude up with a good skill set. Certainly not here to book a vacation, if the sign on the building could actually be believed, so therefore likely to be part of whatever the agency had planned for her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Morning,” Khal said, with a nod in the man’s direction, not truly expecting anything in return.&nbsp; Tucking the helmet under one arm, she walked further into the room and took a seat with her back to the wall and a good view of the windows and the room’s exits. Once there she set the helmet down on the table in front of her and unzipped her black leather jacket as she crossed one long leg over the other.&nbsp; <br><br><em>‘Now what?’</em> Khal wondered, giving the clock a quick glance.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 21:27:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Tumblr_m8axd86Prg1rx3xdko1_r1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Branna leaned in the shadows of the alley conveniently situated across the street from World travel Incorporated, watching the building, and watching those that arrived. The old man had been first, looking like he had a <em>massive</em> stick up his ass. Then the woman on the Harley. Nice bike. Lazily she had cleaned her nails with a tiny Swiss Army knife, continuing to watch. <br><br>She had almost ignored the summons. She was so fucking tired of the piddly ass assignments she'd been given. It was like she was deliberately being kept away from anything she could use her true skills&nbsp; with. No fights, no bombs, no fights. She'd had to find her release on her own, hitting the occasional bar, starting a brawl. Good times. Finally letting loose an exasperated sigh, folding the knife back up and slipping it into the front pocket of her Levi's, she would push off the wall and saunter across the street, entering the 'office'. Her jeans were tattered, fitting her like a glove. She wore an old Flogging Molly t-shirt under an equally old and well worn biker jacket. Her raven hair was done up in a haphazard high pony tail, which swung against her neck as her head turned to glanced with eyes of ice at the pair already&nbsp; waiting.<br><br>There&nbsp; was no greeting, no words as biker boots clumped to the empty greeters desk. Laying her arms over the counter she would lean forward, craning her neck a bit to see if there was any paperwork she could get a gander at, but no surprise, nothing. So instead, she simply yelled.<br><br><strong>“ HEY!! Anyone home? Can't wait all day! I'm a busy woman!!”</strong><br><br>Turning to face Eric and Kalidah, her back would lean against the counter, elbows up behind her, and she would just grin, offering them a coy wink. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 01:36:08</strong>
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				"She lost another bet didn't she?" Jenna asked in an undertone as she fell into step beside Paul. CeCe had gone on ahead of them, acting subservient as best as the stubborn, strong willed woman was able. "We really need to start thinking about doing a bit of personality matching with these groups too. If I have to play babysitter one more time..." She let the sentence trail off there, but the corners of her dark green eyes crinkled slightly in a sinister frown.<br><br>The legs of her pantsuit swished as she matched her steps with Paul's longer ones. While she wasn't too short, she barely came to Paul's shoulder. What started as a groan as she heard what sounded like impatience from the other side of the door turned into a chuckle as CeCe muttered to Paul. Those two were always so competitive it was cute. "Just don't go starting to count kills before it's absolutely necessary to make any, shall we?" She whispered to them as she moved out into the lobby.<br><br>"Hello children," She caroled out in a sing song as she fell into a bouncy step that set her blonde locks to dancing about her shoulders. A glance would show her that at best she was the same age as the youngest of them. That didn't stop her. "Getting along well enough I see. Sorry to have kept you all waiting. My name is Jenna, you'll be referring to me as Quicksilver in the field. Test me and you'll find out why. This is Paul and CeCe, they'll be out back up, but they can tell you about themselves better than I can."<br><br>She turned her attention back to Paul then with a smile. "They're all yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 07:24:02</strong>
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				Paul looked to the people that were already in the room, regarding what each one of them was good at before he looked to the tablet, pressing a button on it to display it on the whiteboard that was over to the side of the room. Each one of their base profiles was displayed for them to see. "I am the Ferryman, at the office you can call me Paul." He looked to each of them before he pulled Eric's profile to the screen. "Eric, a good soldier, and from the looks of things a man who knows how to get the job done. What is your call sign?" He asked just to endure the man was paying attention to the little briefing that was about to begin.<br><br>CeCe was out passing to folders to the each of them on their mission, though they were metal and locked so that they were not going to peek at the mission objectives. She smiled at each of them in this comforting motherly way though each could likely see that her hands were not ones that were chained to a keyboard. With their form that seemed like they had been used in various ways such a brawling it was obvious that she was a killer and a fighter just like them but she was putting on a nicer front. <br><br>"This is my partner, Cecilia, pardon her dress for the moment. She did not do as well as her pride dictated in an evaluation. Pride in your work is one thing but when it effects your overall work then I can and will discipline you for it, do you understand me? I am from the military and many of you come from formal backgrounds so I am sure you understand. This office is a little unorthodox, that is true and there is no formal dress code. But if something emotional or physical affects your work then we will work it out." He took a pause as a Psychiatric profile for each flipped through the screen. "You will meet with Dr. Leslie Calltron twice a week, and you will have weekly physical examinations. Every two months you will be given a proficiency test to prove you can do your job. Now knowing all of that do you all want to proceed?"<br><br>There he put it at a stop before Cece moved to his side so that the newbies could not see her left hand that she used to hit him in the back at medium strength, Paul did not move let alone flinch from the attack. Cece did not like her failures pointed out for all to see but he knew he was using her as an example. That was the issue, he was a puppeteer who knew how to play people to best suit his purposes at times. He was not one of those guys that did it to be a jerk but it was still there from time to time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 15:28:59</strong>
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				Khalidah took the proffered folder as CeCe passed it to her and listened to Ferryman go on about what would be required of them as members of this so-called team, displaying their profiles as if they were newspaper clippings and speaking with pride of how he forced a colleague that was supposedly a valued team member into playing dress up for a minor infraction. <br><br>She was not impressed.&nbsp; <br><br>“Mr. Ferryman,” Khalidah began, in a professional voice, lightly colored by her native accent.&nbsp; “This is a public room in a public building.&nbsp; There are windows here and, given that I could see inside the building from the outside, the glass is not secured for one way viewing, nor is it currently holding a projection to obscure what's going on in here.&nbsp; And yet, you have put all of our files on display for anyone walking down the street to see.&nbsp; You’ve compromised us all, and your security is shit.&nbsp; You’ve lectured us like children, rather than the highly trained professionals you acknowledge and know us to be, and have admittedly forced your colleague into wearing an outfit designed to titillate as punishment for some minor failing.”&nbsp; She tossed the file onto the table in front of her as she paused.<br><br>“It’s obvious that you need us,” Khal went on.&nbsp; “But the real question here is, why should we join such a sloppy organization?&nbsp; Why do <em>we </em> need <em>you</em>?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 20:53:31</strong>
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				"Well it does seem like I have done quite a disservice to you all doesn't it? Anyone could have just glanced and then shot us all dead, but let me ask Jenna, how safe are we? I do value your work and the work of the people around this organization. Cecilia was the one that chose her punishment for the loss for as I had said, she was prideful about her passing. And I never said that any of you would suffer the same fate." Paul was glad that the girl spoke up about what was going on in the room and questioning just how public he was making things but if Jenna had done her job then there was not a chance that they had been discovered. <br><br>"Why do you need me? Well simply put, if you feel that you don't then you don't. The underground lifestyle is a choice, just as any other. But I will provide you with two things compensation and the ability to help others that are much like yourself get out of danger of being murdered or tortured with little mercy by organizations that had once called them employees or operatives." The projector shut down and then Paul walked over toward the door to the inner office with Cecilia standing where he had been standing.<br><br>"If you felt that I was talking down to you, it was not meant to belittle you. I was telling you the terms so that you knew what you were getting into more than it was treating you like a child. But like I said, if you stay then it is your choice to stay here, if not there is the door and have a good life may I not here of your death." Paul then opened the door and left the room, Cecilia was going to handle the briefing as they had arranged earlier.<br><br>"Now there are a few stragglers so we will give them a couple more minutes to arrived before we deal with further business. I would also like to direct you all downstairs when that time does come. For now just have some coffee and talk amongst yourselves, Jenna and I will be here if you have any questions though as the lady pointed out, for security reasons keep names and operational details past and present out of the discourse." Cecilia greeted them with a smile and comforting voice that was without accent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WTI (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 22:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://scifiempire.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/terra-nova-stephen-lang-1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Eric<br><strong>Place:</strong> WTI HQ<br><br>------------------------------------------------<br><br>Just after Eric a woman came in.<br>Just by a single look it could be told she wasn't looking for plane tickets. Middle eastern chick by the look, she wasn't wearing a niqab, so she was probably standing on the western friendly side of the population. She voiced a quick 'Morning', which couldn't be mistaken for a conversation attempt, then seated herself with that 'exit check' glance you get from soldiers, the undercover type ones. Eric just nodded and kept waiting.<br>Next in was a punk, grunge, emo or whatever they call strange-clothed-kiddos nowadays. She boldly walked in. If she didn't came to actually book some holiday, Eric couldn't rule the option out, she wasn't some 'covert ops' either. <em>"We might just have found the bullet magnet of the team."</em> he thought. That just fitted her Irish accent. The Celts fought the chain-mailed Vikings bare chested, cause defensive gear was for pussies. The mindset hasn't changed since.<br><br>Not long after, the guys in charge showed up. A beefy American and some kind of blond secretary, who turned out to be an operative with a habit for bets.<br>The introduction was quite short.<br>First the man asked Eric for his call sign.<br>"Eric." He answered tentatively.<br>Since that damn 'Top Gun' movie people started to use nicknames, just to forget them when adrenaline was pumping.<br><em>"What…? Oh… are you talking with me, Sir?"</em> Bloody idiots! You are trained since the cradle to react to a name and, aged 20, you just throw that conditioning out of the window and start again.<br>Not to talk those who chose long nick names. 'The Real Wizard of Oz'. How I'm I supposed to tell you to keep your head down before it explodes if I have to declaim a sonnet first?<br><br>But Eric didn't go the length of the thought with the lot, he tried to play polite. Something the olive girl didn't.<br>When the skirmish was over it was coffee break.
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