Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 06:57:43</strong>
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				﻿<strong>Director Petticox<br>NestBreaker Exterminators<br>Central Office<br>Uptown</strong><br><br>"Sheila! Quit sitting on that wide sack of flab you call an ass and answer the damn phones! Those could be paying customers with expensi- I mean, life-threatening crises on the lines!" Norman Petticox shouted through the open door of his office as multiple phonelines sang out in chorus on his secretary's desk. The click-clack of ridiculously long fake fingernails tapping against plastic mingled with nasal repititions of "NBX Pest Control, just a moment" answered back from the hall as he settled back into his office chair, several dossiers laid out on the desk in front of him.<br><br>Norman Petticox was Director of Operations for NestBreaker Exterminators, one of the fastest-growing metabug containment companies in Neo-Atlanta. What this meant, basically, was whenever some damned freak bug crawled out from under its rock and tried to chow down on some damn fool civilian who wandered too far outside the city perimeter, he was the man people called to yell at. As a result, Norman Petticox was a dry, humorless stick of a man with a deaf ear and a perpetual stress ulcer. He and his stomach shared a growl as he looked over the files before him, and one boney finger jammed down on the Intercom.<br><br>"Sheila! Get me Fireteam Alpha assembled in the briefing room, I have their new assignment!"<br><br>"Alpha is still in Mobile, sir. Local law enforcement is holding them on charges of destruction of public property and reckless endangerment for using napalm on a locust infestation; they can't come home until they've finished court-mandated community service."<br><br>"Goddammit, how long does it take to clean up a few million bug shells and plant some trees! Fine, get me Fireteam Bravo!"<br><br>"Team Bravo are in Med Bay, sir. Doctor Lampley says they'll be at least another week recovering from the raid on the Lightning Bug nest; two of them have almost gotten feeling back in their legs, and one has nearly stopped twitching. They sucked down a lot of electricity, sir."<br><br>"Fucking pansies, can't even handle a few milliamps," Petticox grumbled. "What about Team Charlie?"<br><br>"That reminds me, sir, Team Charlie handed in their resignations yesterday. After Agents Cooper and Lattimer recovered from having those Mite eggs surgically removed from their rectums, the rest of the team decided to find more prostate-friendly work. I think they mentioned joining a crab-fishing boat crew."<br><br>"Argh! Dammit all, Sheila, I don't give three fifths of a gold-plated turd if you have to drag people in off the street! I need a team of Bug Busters, and I need one now!"<br><br>"I'll send them in as soon as they fall from the sky, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 10:15:53</strong>
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				Nydia Ellessa arrived at the door to the agency, looking up at the signage, seeing the letters "NBX" on the large and somewhat ill maintained sign. She brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, the two artificial orbs whirring in her head as they zoomed in on the address by the door. <br><em>408306 Wilshire Blvd</em><br><br>In Nydia's vision, the advertisement opened up, a floating body of text scrolling in front of her eyes.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Attn: Wanted: Professional Pest Control Agency seeks talented and driven individuals to accept high-risk, high-reward positions on staff involving removal, containment and extermination of extremely dangerous vermin from various locales within and without city limits. Pay by commission, past experience a plus. Interested parties should apply in person at 408306 Wilshire Blvd. Please bring at least one form of ID, proof of insurance, and a notarized and signed last will and testament. We look forward to working with you for a little while!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This appeared to be the right place. Nydia dismissed the text, then hesitated for a moment. Was this the right place in every sense?. Throwing aside her doubt, she walked briskly towards the door, before pressing the buzzer and stepping back, waiting for an answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 13:56:10</strong>
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				Holding an old, almost torn map in her hand, Odessa walked through the city streets. <br><br>She had her main weapon, an intimidating, heavily modified, large caliber assault rifle, strapped across her front, a military style backpack on her back. She did not wear her combat armours helmet at the moment, and it hang on her utility belt.<br><br>"Oh good god", she muttered to herself. "This map is older than time..." <br><br>She walked around a corner, and saw someone standing there, in front of a building. "Hey!" she shouted, and jogged to the other person. "You happen to know where I can find Wilshire Boulevard in this town? My map is a bit old, and apparently things have changed a bit since it was made..."
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				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:07:38</strong>
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				Nydia turned, looking at the newcomer. She blinked for a moment, confused. <br><em>How can she not know she is on Wilshire Boulevard?</em> Nydia thought.<br>"Your standing on it. I am Nydia Ellessa, who are you? You here for the pest control job? I like your armour! Is that the Kensington H-AR-5?" Nydia burst out, barely taking a breath between questions, while reaching curiously for the rifle. Her eyes zooming in and refocusing on various parts of the armour and equipement rapidly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:17:15</strong>
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				She looked at the other woman, a bit confused. She stared at her map, then at the sign next to them, and sighed.<br><br>"50 for that map, and it's worth shit... oh well..." she said, and stowed the map away. "So, to answer your questions, one after the other... Odessa Dysawey, yes, I am, thank you, and yes, although with all the mods it is more something unique now."<br><br>She looked at the door, and also pressed the buzzer. "Anybody home?" she asked Nydia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:24:38</strong>
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				"Damned if you haven't been putting on weight, girl..." <br><br>Almost immediately, the woman in front of him turns around, indignation and fury in her eyes... but Kyle waves a dismissive hand to cut her off. <br><br>"Not you, lady. <em>Her.</em>" A swing of his shoulders brings the battered plastic case- cracked and dry with age- around to show the woman... but she doesn't seem convinced. And, inevitably, Kyle feels the sharp sting of a palm against his cheek, followed by the rapid click-click-click of the woman's heels on the pavement as she stalks away. <br><br><em>Not an auspicious start to my day...</em> The marksman shakes his head, and re-centers his grip on the cracked old case. No sense in worrying over it... people get touchy sometimes. Then again, so do machines... almost immediately, Kyle feels the urge to re-check the mounting on his scope, and make sure all the circuitry is working the way it's supposed to. <br><br>But that will have to wait. For one, because he'd undoubtedly get some odd looks if he pulled out his maintenance kit and started working on an antique rifle in the middle of the sidewalk. And for two because he can see his destination ahead of him- and two women in conversation outside of it. <br><br>"Mornin', ladies!" Kyle checks his watch real quick to make sure it is, in fact, morning. "Y'all work here? My girl and I were lookin' to respond to your ad..." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:28:48</strong>
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				Nydia cocked her head, listening for a moment. <br>"There are people in there. Assuming the buzzer works, they will probably answer the door sometime." she replied, staring at the door, tapping her foot impatiently and a wisp of her hair around her finger.<br>Then, a stranger called out to them, and Nydia turned around to face him. <br>"Hi! Im Nydia Ellessa, and this is Odessa Dysawey. You here for the Pest Control job too? Whats in the case?" once more, Nydia barely paused between each question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:35:49</strong>
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				"Erm, yeah well... what she said", Odessa answered, giving Nydia a strange look. <br><br>"And while in fact I don't work here, I hope I will do so soon. Gives me a bit of a break, you know. Oh come to think of it... who are you?" <br><br>She glared over the newcomer, as if she was looking for something. Her eyes paused at every single spot where something valuable could be placed, just as if she was estimating how much worth he was carrying around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:48:03</strong>
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				"Too, huh?" Kyle clicks his back teeth at that. What if they were only hiring one person? Would he need to compete? Should he use Sarge as a reference? "Oh... Yea, I guess I am. Hoping to be, anyway. Never know, I may get turned down." <br><br>He's so busy thinking about the first question that it takes him a moment to even register the second... but when he does, he grins. <br><br>"Why, my girl of course." He swings the case around, and holds it to his chest. On the flat surface, the name "WANDA" is visible, the letters as faded and old as everything else on the case. "Well, technically she was my granddaddy's girl first. But she's a very special girl to my family." <br><br>He grins and holds out a hand... and winces as the shift in grip causes the case to slam into his bicep. He doesn't notice Odessa's glare- too busy trying to keep the weight of the case in check- but it's not like he has anything to hide. He's got his civilian clothes, the case, and a pack slung across his back.<br><br>"Nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 15:07:45</strong>
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				Her focus immediately shifted at the case as he showed it.<br><br>"Nice box. And is that girl really that special?" she asked him with a hint of a smile. "Care to show it, or is she rather shy?" She winked.<br><br>All of a sudden, she looked like she remembered something. With some well practiced moves, she removed the backpack and put it on the ground. After she searched through it for a moment, she pulled out a bottle of beer, obviously not new, but the label was still readable. She opened it at her belt buckle, and took a long sip.<br><br><strong>"Haven't had a drink all day"</strong>, she said to the others, as if she was making an excuse.
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 15:21:37</strong>
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				"Ha. Yea, she's really that special... and she is- and probably should be- very shy around civilians. They tend to get a little antsy when she's out and about." He grins conspiratorially, and starts to set the case down... just in time for the woman to sling her own pack to the ground and crack out a bottle of beer. Curious, he stops mid-movement.<br><br><em>Now that must be a popular trick at the bars...</em> Kyle smirks a bit, and shrugs at the woman's "excuse." To each their own, and all that jazz. <br><br>"I imagine that would probably taste better cold..." He muses aloud. "Unless your pack is refrigerated... in which case, I want one." 
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				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 15:38:58</strong>
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				"HA!" she laughed. "Wish I had a fridge in there, but I actually do have another bottle."<br><br>She pulled it out and showed it. "Got some spare .45ers? Hollowpoint maybe? Ten, and it's yours." She shrugged. "Took me about twice that much to actually get them, so it's a good offer. And even free of radiation."<br><br>He smiled at him. "What you say, buddy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 16:52:48</strong>
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				"Nothing of the sort, I'm afraid." <br><br>Kyle reaches into his pack and pulls out a box of .300 Winchesters, rattling it about. <br><br>"Wanda's got expensive tastes, and I haven't had bullets for my sidearm since... well, it's been a while." He shrugs and opens the box, doing a quick count of the contents. Fifteen, plus the two six-shot magazines in teh case... hopefully the Nestbreakers will be able to help him re-stock. " 'Course, I imagine I could have bought more of them instead of lavishing my girl with gifts... but what kind of partner would I be then?"<br><br>"Maybe if you hold onto it long enough, I'll swap you." 
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				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 17:08:55</strong>
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				"Aw, shame", she said, almost pouting.<br><br>"I'm also running low on ammo for my sidearm", she patted the heavy automatic on her right thigh, "and surely could use some. Oh well, maybe they got something inside."<br><br>She sat down on the ground, taking another sip from her beer. "Still haven't heared your name, friend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 17:17:27</strong>
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				"Huh?" Kyle looks at the woman askew for a moment... was she not listening earlier? He thinks back... and realizes that no, she was listening, he really hadn't answered her question. Almost immediately, he feels his cheeks starting to burn. "Oh, my bad, my bad... I'm Kyle. Kyle Seine." <br><br>He shoves the half-open box of rifle bullets back into his pack, and starts to stick out his hand... only to realize the woman is sitting down now. Awkwardly, he shoves the offending hand back into his pocket. <br><br>"A pleasure to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 18:23:51</strong>
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				Zia hoped that she could be of use. She didn't know if they would even really want her. She was answering an ad. As a doctor, she was sure to be useful, afterall, people get hurt a lot in this line of work. Zia turned the corner and arrive at her destination. The blonde haired innocent girl noticed that she wasn't the first one there. She smiled and walked up to the others.
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				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 05:01:45</strong>
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				Nydia turned about with a smile on her face, hearing the newcomers approach.<br><br>"Hii! My name is Nydia, who are you? You here for the pet control job? You don't look very well armed." Nydia burst out rapidly, while at the same time reaching her hand out, grasping Zia's and shaking it enthusiastically. 
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				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 05:08:48</strong>
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				Zia was taken off guard by the girl who was shaking her hand. But quickly regained her senses and smiled.<br><strong>"Hello Nydia. I'm Zia. And yeah that's why I'm here. But I'm not like a soldier or whatever. I'm a medic."</strong> she responded cheerfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 05:50:18</strong>
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				Nydia released Zia's hand, tilting her head and staring at Zia, a blank look overtaking her face for a moment, as she called up face recognition programs and ran Zia's face against a database of scientists and lab staff. When the results came up empty, Nydia resumed conversation as if nothing had happened.<br>"Nice to meet you Zia, im sure having a medic onboard will be great. These two are Odessa Dysaway and Kyle Seine. We are waiting for the door to be answered. You want to wait with us?" Nydia smiled at Zia, her head still tilted.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 09:40:50</strong>
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				Kate stood across the street from PPCA in the shadows of the alley, lips wrapped around a cigar,shoulder against the dirty brick. The rank smoke of the cigar wreathed her head in a thick halo, her raven mane tied tight in a ponytail, allowing her hardened yet exotic features to be viewed easily. Dark eyes narrowed and watched the arrival of other people, all of them jabbering away like they were old friends, showing off armor, weapons. A derisive snort would follow the removal of the stogie from her mouth, lifting a boot (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/419R-PdgDyL._SY395_.jpg) to put out the cigar on the heel. Pulling open her well worn leather duster (http://leatherforallweather.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/all-state-leather-144.jpg), she would put the remaining bit into one of the many inside pockets. Were any to see her, they would perhaps get a glimpse of the twin Browning's in her custom made shoulder holster.<br><br>She too had come across the advertisement. She met the criteria easily, and had the paperwork in a pocket. She didn't care about the possibility of dying, she just knew that any chance to kill the fuckin' bugs was why she still walked the earth. Slipping from the alley, boots kicking up dust as they met the dirty street, the duster flapping at her calves with her heavy steps. She did not introduce herself to those gathered. She simply moved her way right passed them all to stop in front of the door, giving them all a harsh once over.<br><br>“ I guess they'll take anyone now. Must be getting desperate...”<br><br>Her voice was a low throaty purr and she would smirk through another snort before she would force herself through the door, striding through and sealing her future. If she did die, she'd take plenty of damn bugs with her.
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				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 12:10:09</strong>
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				"A medic, hm?" Odessa asked. "Handy to have one around. I can patch up someone, but that about it. More field training than anything else." She grinned.<br><br>Just as she emptied her bottle, the next person arrived, rude and completly without manners And then this comment on her and the others? Okay...<br><br>"Yeah, seems so", she responded to Kate's words. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here, eh?"
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 13:42:01</strong>
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				Kyle nods pleasantly at the blonde woman when she arrives, and makes a mental note of her introduction. He wonders how many medics this agency even employs... after all, not many doctors actively seek to get put into hamburger hospitals. But if she's here willingly; well, that'll be interesting. When the chipper woman- Nydia, he repeats to himself- introduces him, he gives the blonde a brief wave...<br><br>Only to nearly get bowled over by the latest comer. She blows past them, practically dripping scorn like a D.I. has towards a bus full of greenies. It's almost enough to make him snap to attention... and his gaze sharpens noticeably. <br><br>"Morning, ma'am. Are you one of the officers here?" His words come out a bit more crisp now, and his hands flip behind his back into military rest when he addresses Kate. She must work here... why else would she be walking up like that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 23:48:31</strong>
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				﻿<strong>Director Petticox<br>NestBreaker Exterminators<br>Central Office<br>Uptown</strong><br><br>Security cameras picked up the new arrivals milling about at the front entrance, and Sheila pressed the intercom to inform the director. "Sir, the new applicants have arrived. Shall I have them brought up to the office for interviews?"<br><br>"Negative! Send someone down to bring them straight to the briefing room. I'll join them momentarily." Petticox gathered up the files in front of him and stacked them into a neat pile, then began rummaging through his desk drawers until he found two of the most important items in his office: a carton of extra-strength antacid tablets, and a fifth of aged Scotch, one of which chased the other with great speed down the director's gullet.<br><br>"Maybe these assholes will last a couple days," he grumbled under his breath as he gathered the files and headed for the conference room.<br><br>**********<br><br>"Ladies, gentleman, welcome to NBX Pest Control. We appreciate your desire to join our company. Does everyone have their paperwork ready, documents available? Excellent. Please follow me."<br><br>The front doors had been opened by an unnaturally dull, utterly forgettable young man in a very plain blue suit, who welcomed the recruits inside. The building's foyer was very cold and austere, polished black marble floors and pillars with elegant stained glass windowfronts in the northeast and southwest walls. The young man pattered on endlessly about both the building and company's history as he led the applicants upstairs via one of the spacious elevators, but the unwavering monotony of his voice made his carefully rehearsed speech nearly impossible to follow. <br><br>After what to the applicants no doubt felt like an eternity, the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and the office drone escorted them to a very posh conference room, screens and monitors covering almost every inch of two whole walls. He gestured to the plush rolling chairs and stepped back out of the room.<br><br>"Please wait here. The Director will be in to meet with you in a moment," the drone said before turning smartly on his heels and vanished back down the hall.<br><br>**********<br><br>"The applicants are waiting in the conference room, sir."<br><br>Sheila's voice grated on Norman's ears through the intercom, and he scooped the files into his arm and marched out of his office down to the far end of the hall. Walking into the briefing room, he motioned for the applicants' attention as he stepped to the head of the table. The folders in his hand slapped down on the smooth mahogany, and he looked around the room at the new recruits.<br><br>"I'm Norman Petticox, Director of Operations for the NestBreakers. Any of you have any experience with exterminating? No, don't answer that; I don't give a damn. If you've got some, great. If you don't, you're about to get some. Congratulations, you're hired. No, I'm not gonna bother learning your names. You want to make my acquaintance, I'll learn your names after you come back alive enough times to collect your paychecks. Now, enough sucking each others' toes! Here's your contracts, ID badges, and your first mission briefing. Look them over, sign what needs signing and get to work. If there are any questions, talk to Sheila; she's just down the hall, and she'll get you stamped and authorized. Welcome to the NestBreakers. Try not to get killed."<br><br>Before any of the applicants could respond at all, Norman pushed the files in front of him toward the center of the table and left the conference room to return to his office. There were enough folders on the table for each new agent, each containing the same contents: several pages of legal and insurance paperwork, a directory of company employees, a small mag-card with a blank space for a name and photo, and a copy of the mission dossier.<br><br><em>*As the agents complete their paperwork and peruse the files, they learn that their first mission is rather simple, but also decidedly urgent: a mysterious and highly fatal virus has broken out among three smaller villages located near the northwestern perimeter of the Desolation Zone, almost seventy miles outside Neo-Atlanta. Medical officials have determined the virus is somehow related to the metabugs, but have been unable to pin down the specifics and are thus unable to develop a viable vaccine. The NestBreakers' assignment is to travel to the infection site, infiltrate one of the smaller nests within the DZ, and capture a minimum of seven metabug specimens -- dead or alive. The specimens are to be returned to the Center for Disease Control in Neo-Atlanta within 72 hours. NestBreakers will recieve double the usual going rate for each required specimen; standard rates will apply to all non-essential exterminations. Transportation has already been arranged, and an assortment of additional weaponry is available in the armory.*</em><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Good Hunting!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 17:56:39</strong>
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				Once the doors finally open, Kyle goes through the motions same as everyone else. He stands at rest through the whole elevator ride, and remains so through their brief "briefing" with the director. When the time comes to sign, he puts down his mark with almost mechanical efficiency... and he doesn't even look up from the pages until he's done. <br><br>Once the papers are done, he pushes his chair away from the table and pockets his new id card. <br><br>"I'm going to go to the armory. Need to requisition some 5.7 ammo for my sidearm." He looks around the room, taking stock of his new companions. "Anybody else need anything? May as well fill out all the forms at once." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 19:10:24</strong>
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				"About time..." she muttered as the doors finally opened. <br><br>Clearly not impressed by the director's words, she just shrugged and started with her papers.<br><br>Odessa flicked through the paperwork.<br><br>"Yeah, blah... blah blah... oh look, even more blah", she muttered before signing it and grabbing her ID.<br><br>Kyle's words caught her attention. "Armoury? Yep, get me some .45 hollowpoint, or high-power, if they got that. And tell me about what they got there." <br><br>She paused for a moment, and continued. "You know, I might as well come along. I need some bits of that thing...", she patted her body armour, "...looked after. New power cells for the sights, a bit of paint, you know, this and that. And then I need a shower. Haven't had one for about three weeks."<br><br>She picked up her backpack, which she had dropped before the sign up procedure, and walked over to Kyle. "Anyone else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 00:56:45</strong>
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				Nydia entered the lobby and rode the elevator in silence, the need to fill the void with chatter gone. She recorded the briefing with her cochlear implants, and took freeze frames of the directors face with her cybernetic eyes. She printed her name in small print on each space on the forms, then stepped over to Kyle and Odessa, smiling at them both and winking somewhat mechanically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiny</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 17:09:38</strong>
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				Red hot blaze flashed up and grew cracklingly over the stub of the cigarette in the course of one vigorous puff. Paper turned to ashes, tobacco transcended its earthly manifestation and, in its ethereal form, rushed into swelling lungs, bar one whisp not falling for the attraction pursed lips hold, wavering away. It's brethren, though, were trapped in an organic prison.<br><br>While holding his breath, Pjotr keenly considered the device sitting on the table in front of him, illuminated by the bluish-white light of humming neon tubes. He was sitting alone in one of the garages of NBX's HQ, waiting for his next assignment to go live. The garage was rather dirty. The floor was littered with oily patches and the typical filth accumulating in such places, and apart from the table, chairs, a few lockers, a workbench and the vehicle he would drive on the mission, there was nothing much of interest. For now, Pjotr was occupied with preparation. He already wore his metallic full body armor sans helmet. That one was on a chair next to him, it's eyes currently lifeless. <br><br>He twitched in an attempt to suppress his body's desire to rid itself of the crude fumes, all the while reiterating a very specific list of actions, like it was taught to him and as he had done so often before. <br><em>Pull cocking handle, lock bolt, push handle until click audible, push safety to right, raise feed tray, look for links and ammunition <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"> clear, if necessary </span>, close and lock, push savety to the left, pull cocking handle back, squeeze trigger, <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"> carefully </span> ease bolt forward with handle.</em><br>His hands whirled over the object.<br><em>Pull pin left, let buffer and buttstock sag, remove operating rod assembly, remove drive spring, pull cocking handle to rear, remove moving parts, rotate bolt left, pull bolt forward, remove bolt, press rear pin left, remove slide assembly, lift heat shield off barrel, close cover, press locking lever, lift barrel up and push forward, remove barrel, rotate collar pin with scraper until collar falls off, remove gas regulator from gas block, push pin at handguard left, pull down and remove handguard, turn gas cylinder until click audible, pull forward, remove gas cylinder, turn lower pin to left, remove buffer and buttstock, remove trigger and handgrip.</em><br>In a matter of seconds, the weapon got torn apart, only for its pieces to be placed on the tabletop in an orderly fashion, carefully aligned for easy retrival and inspection.<br><br>Pjotr extracted the almost extinguished cigarette from his mouth and exhaled deeply through his teeth. While his gaze was locked on the items directly in front of him, he propped up his arm on the table and flicked the butt expertly into a metal bucket placed at the far wall, about eight feet away, near a door. He began to clean each item thoroughly and lubricated those that needed to be, only interrupting his activity for occasional glances at his watch.<br><br>Having finished this task, he assembled the machine gun again, not quite as swiftly as before. A few functionality checks later, he stood up, the carrying strap of the weapon slung around his shoulder. Pjotr stepped to one of the lockers, opening it with an id card. He reached inside and got hold of two things: A barbaric looking bat and an book. <br>The book he lightly grazed with dry lips and put back; the bat he inserted into a noose on his belt.<br>His preparation was nearly complete now. He closed the locker and walked over to a small console next to the door. At the hit of a button, the garage door was opened. Behind it laid the courtyard, which at the time was covered with a shallow sheet of stagnant rain water that reflected the buildings surrounding it and the skeletal arcs of steel constructed above them. <br><br>Footfalls and the splashing sound they were accompanied with echoed back and forth between the walls, as Pjotr walked expeditiously, but not hastily, over the courtyard to the armory, another cigarette smoldering in the corner of his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 18:55:15</strong>
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				Kyle tilts his head to both Odessa and Nydia as they move to join him, before turning his attention to the two other women. <br><br>"Fair 'nough. How 'bout you two?" <br><br>He doubts that the woman in the trench-coat will join them- she doesn't seem to be too keen on the whole "playing well with others" thing, form what he has seen so far- but the blonde girl might. At the very least, the group's medic should have a side-arm, and he hasn't seen anything of the sort. <br><br>"If not, let's get moving." <br><br>Whether the blonde girl gets up or not, he turns to head out of the meeting room and towards the armory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 21:39:32</strong>
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				Kate easily heard the words directed at her by Odessa, and even managed to be amused by the fact that the man thought herself to be an officer of some rank. But both were basically ignored, at least outwardly. It was obvious that some in the group had some sort of soldier training already, but that was not Kate. She had survived Bugs by her wits alone, and it would be how she did it now.<br><br>Coming to a halt within the entrance, dark hues would move about her surroundings momentarily before falling upon the man that made his presence known, easily falling in behind him, yet arching a&nbsp; brow as he yammered on about the building. Who gave a <em>fuck</em> about the building... he obviously didn't. Truth be told she effectively blocked out his drone, slipping to the back of the elevator away from the others, leaning casually against a corner and closing her eyes. When the doors finally swooshed open and freed her from this particular hell, she made her way to a chair, pulling her documents from an inner pocket of her coat and tossing the to the table top before falling into her seat with a soft grunt. Wasting no time she would lean comfortably back, crossing booted feet on the table, pulling free the remnants of her cigar and lighting it then and there. Once again rancid smoke filled the air, and once again her eyes drifted closed as her head fell back, enjoying her smoke while she could.<br><br>Eventually a man entered, looking quite flustered and ill, barking orders immediately. Kate liked him right away. He was brusque and no nonsense. Her mind ticked at the fact that this small misfit group was being hired without any preamble. Her head would tilt slightly, lips wrapped delightfully around her cigar, rolling it as she puffed and blew as she calculated this information. <em>Try not to get yourself killed....</em> a ghost of smile curled her mouth. Oh yeah, this guy was a riot.<br><br>Kate waited while until everyone else had taken their folders before her boots thudded on the floor and she leaned across the table in a creak of leather to garner the one remaining, exotic hues swiftly taking in the information. Dead <em>or</em> alive? Now that was interesting... but double the rates on obvious alive. Excitement grew a bit. Alive meant some sort of transport. Maybe she'd get to drive... Cigar would be grasped between teeth as her smile turned to a toothy leer, rolling up the file tight into a small fist, watching from the corners of her eyes the reaction of the others. The man Kyle was precise, the cyborg just as much, though she seemed a bit annoyingly perky for being half machine. And the beer drinking little girl, oh now she was very amusing. She seemed to think simply because she carried a big gun that she was a big shit. Were Kate a betting woman she'd put good money on Odessa dying first. It seemed Kyle easily stepped into the 'leader' role. <br><br>Though Kate said not a word she followed the small group, just a bit behind, soon enough coming to the breezeway between armory and garage. Hearing splashed steps over those of her own and the groups, her gaze fell upon a man emerging from a side building, but headed in the same direction as the rest were. She liked the look of the machine gun on his back. Perhaps she should expand her weaponry. As much as she loved her guns, going on a actual bug hunt meant bigger. Much bigger. Her vision captured as well the bat that swung with his sure steps, and a raven brow winged upwards. A bat? For a bug hunt?<br><br>Now this man was one to watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiny</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 11:40:59</strong>
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				The machine gun clinked and clattered&nbsp; rhythmically against his carbonfibre enhanced armour.<br>At about a third of the way to the armory Pjotr realized that the randomly falling footsteps he was hearing approached the same designation he was headed at.&nbsp; He let one long glimpse wander over the motley group, looking at each one briefly with narrowed eyes. He came to the conclusion that these must be the team he was supposed to work with. Pjotr took the cigarette out of his mouth and raised his hand in greeting, exhaling lightly. His path was shorter than theirs, which meant he would reach the armory ahead of them. Still, he accelerated his steps by a barely noticeable amount, knowing that the new additions to NestBusters would need some time to find what they were looking for. His eyes focused back on the entrance again.<br><br>Pjotr flicked what was left of his cigarette over his shoulder into the puddle with a short hiss. Without slowing down, he pushed open the door to the armory. It was brightly lit by the same kind of lamps used in the garage. Apart from that, the room presented itself quite differently. It was by far larger, since it was made of multiple garages connected together to create one larger space more suited for storage of equipment. The majority of the armory was closed off to someone entering through the front door by a reinforced chicken wire cage surrounding a space of 15x12 feet in front of the door. It extended almost all the way to the ceiling. Beyond the chicken wire stood, evenly placed, row after row of shelves packed full with weapons, ammunition and explosives, enough to level a whole city the size of Neo-Atlanta, it seemed. There was a small booth shielded with glass in the corner to the left of the entrance, currently occupied with one slightly disapprovingly looking woman, slightly surprised by Pjotr's sudden entry. Sheila, the bosses secretary. <br>She quickly recovered, though.<br>"Mr. Tschebyshev. A pleasure as always." She smiled, rather artificially. He nodded in greeting. The secretary slid a thick green folder containing the armory's entire inventory over the desk integrated into the booth toward Pjotr. She had an unspoken question in her eyes, at the same time managing to express a slight of doubt. He shook his head and pointed at the door opposite of the entrance.<br>Sheila sighed.<br>"Of course. I wonder why I even bothered." She walked around the cage, occasionally blinking out of Pjotr's line of sight because of shelves placed at the chicken wire, but nevertheless still moving as was indicated by the clicking of her pumps, and opened the door.<br>"Please, enter. I don't think I have to remind you of the rules," she hesitated, "again." Sheila turned and took up her place in the booth again, to wait for those who might come from hereonafter - and hopefully were more outspoken than Pjotr.<br><br>Pjotr picked up a basket at the entrance, dismissing the cart as being to large for his purpose. He also picked up a scanner, which was made customary to simplify keeping stocks.<br>Simplemindedly, he strode through the shelving of this gun nut's equivalent of a candy store, only in passing looking at the occasional piece of equipment he had not seen before or silently greeting one of the storage workers. As he walked, a loud slam resounded through the hall, indicating the arrival of his new team mates. Eventually, he reached his destination.A few dozen of cylindric pouches (http://www.m249accessories.com/images/13133449554191576669339.jpeg), with an urban camouflage pattern printed onto them, were neatly placed to stacks of six beside each other on a shelf at eye-level. Pjotr picked one up and opened the zipper on the side to look inside. Having verified that these were, in fact, filled with the correct rounds, he closed the magazine again and retrieved two additional ones, as well as scanning a sticker with a barcode on it next to the pouches three times. <br><br>The next items to be collected were in the explosives section at the west wall of the armory. Pjotr quickly got there and, after short consideration, grabbed three fragmentation grenades of an type specifically designed to penetrate the tough carapace of all but the largest bugs.<br><br>After confirming the time on his watch, he headed back to Sheila, who was occupied with dealing with the newly assembled NestBuster squad. He approached her at her desk. This only elicted another sigh from her when she glimpsed at him. <br>Still, with her attention mainly focused on someone else, she managed to print out a form for him, which she handed to Pjotr without looking. He picked up a ballpen and signed it with his name, 'Пётр Чебышёв' , then dropped the scanner and the form on the desk behind her. <br><br>After exiting the warded-off area, closing the door behind him, Pjotr observed his new <em>tovarishch</em>s. Without bothering if anybody was looking at him, or even listening, he began to proclaim loudly and in broken English: "Velcom to NestBuste<em>r</em>s. I am Pjot<em>r</em> Tschebyshev. Vhen too 'eavy, you call me Shev. You 'ave fiifteen minutes, afte<em>r</em>, you com out and ca<em>r</em> vill stand in f<em>r</em>ont."<br>Showing the same intense consideration as he had before, Pjotr walked brusquely past everybody, through the exit and over the courtyard to the garage. <br><br>He added his helmet to the items in the basket and turned around to enter the Marauder, a beautiful oversized beast of an armored vehicle. Bubbling, almost unnoticeable through the heavy plating but for faint vibrations discernible through the flooring,&nbsp; it came alive. Pjotr reved up the engine with disengaged clutch, turning the faint sounds to a deafening roar. The steering wheel shook visibly.<br>After about ten seconds, Pjotr let the engine calm down, shifted to first gear and let the martial conglomeration of metal roll forward and out of the garage.<br><br>Pjotr stopped the Marauder directly in front of the armory, letting the engine idle while he grabbed his machine gun and the basket from the front passenger seat and moved to the back. In the middle of the car's roof was a lid, fitted with a weapon pod. He set down the basket and began to fix his machine gun to the pod, beforehand lighting a cigarette. A short glimpse at his watch told him the others should be done and ready in about ten minutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 19:32:00</strong>
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				As much as Kyle might wish otherwise off-duty, he has to admit... the armory truly does feel like home. The marksman automatically finds his posture straightening, and his stride becoming more measured... even after two or three years as a civilian, the old habits come right back. <br><br>"Morning, ma'am." Kyle nods to the woman, and looks around for the requisition forms. "New unit requesting permission to supply. We have..." <br><br>He looks back over his shoulders, doing a quick body-count. He supposes he should include Ms. Standoffish in the count, and the quiet little medic woman too. <br><br>"5 heads. Will we each need a form, or can we all use one?" <br><br>Kyle waits patiently as the woman explains the system, and then signs out a single scanner and log for the squad. May as well just pass it along and keep all requisitions together, rather than spreading it out over three to five separate books. And once all the T's have been crossed, and I's have been dotted, it's time to stock up. <br><br>For Kyle, it's easy; find the racks of hand-gun ammo, and requisition four clips of 5.7 ammunition for his sidearm. And, on a whim, he decides to look and see if the company has any match-grade .300 rounds to offer... after all, why feed Wanda flank steak when she can have sirloin? Once he's gotten his needs, he tosses the scanner to the next person in the queue, and moves to one side to wait for the rest of the unit to make their way out to the Russian and their waiting ride. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 21:33:03</strong>
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				The small group filed into the armory, and Kate's dark eyes canned over all the lovely toys. The man she had noted approached the booth, being greeted by a glasses wearing Suckretary...sorry SECretary type, and she heard him speak. He was Russian, VERY Russian, and obviously not new to this unit. Her hot gaze followed him as he disappeared amongst the stacks.<br><br>What was it that was so intriguing about him? Possibly his lack of banter. Possibly that bat that swung from his hip. Hard to say at this early juncture.<br><br>As per her usual, Kate stood slightly behind the rest of the group, watching in silence as Kyle stepped up and spoke to Sylvia, for all of them. What a guy...taking care of all the ladies like that! As he turned to look at her, for the smallest moment she made eye contact with him, and through the smoke of her cigar she gave him a wink. Hell if he wanted to play Heap Big Leader he could have at it. She might even pretend to follow while it suited her. And it did right now as Sylvia let them through with a scowl and a narrowing of eyes. Kate perused for awhile. She was not a woman turned on by big guns. Her 9mm's were fine for her, and had served her well in the past, but she wasn't stupid either. She'd been given the keys to the candy shop so she had to leave with something. Eventually she chose a Robinson Armament XCR (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robinson_Armament_XCR) , figuring it suited her best. Heading back to the booth with her choice, having loaded the pockets of duster with clips as well as the pockets of her cargo pants (http://images.esellerpro.com/2296/I/101/91/infantry_cargo_trousers_black_1.jpg), the Russians voice could be heard, chopping his words, and as she rounded the corner she saw him. Call him Shev he said. His accent was heavy; for some reason it made Kate grin. And though Kyle had stepped up to the 'leader' plate, it was obvious to her who the true one was now. Filing passed Sheila again, signing her life away again, she made her way out of the armory only to be greeted by a most beautiful sight.<br><br>The Marauder sat before her, purring with heady life. Slinging her rifle over a shoulder, she noted Kyle standing alongside the vehicle like a good little soldier, and Shev was at the lid. Oh, Kate was in love! Walking slowly around the huge vehicle a hand would come up to caress the hood, lingering there as the rumble of the engine slid up her arm, even felt through the soles of her boots. Her head would turn, full lips pursing to spit out her cigar as she continued around to the drivers door, smiling a toothy smile all the while. Without asking, without even thinking really Kate opened the door and slid behind the steering wheel, her hands stroking over it as she practically purred herself. Now...NOW she felt at home!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiny</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 23:44:31</strong>
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				The bolt snapped into position. Pjotr shook the weapon to verify it was affixed firmly to the pod. Nodding approvingly, he disposed of the depleted cancer stick, letting it draw a glowing arc in the air to its demise, subsequently diving into the crew compartment. It had room for eight passengers, though completely full, the experience was to be rather homely. Luckily, he was to be the driver. Pjotr took a look around, noting that no one had properly cleaned it since the last trip into bug infested country, as was indicated by the dried strands of intestinal bug juice and reddish brown stains on the flooring, remnants of a fluid usually expelled by mammals on severe injury. The smell wasn't exactly pleasant either. The faint odor of old sweat, hot grease, burnt gunpowder, dried blood and whatever had been half ingested by the bug merged together and created an olfactory potpurri as unique as it could possibly be. Probably a strike of good fortune that nobody of the last team had felt the need to add to it the contents of their digestive system.<br><br>He grabbed one of the magazines and rose through the hatch again. He attached the pouch to the machine gun and chambered a round, briefly making sure the gun was fully functional - a pointless exercise, really, since he had just made sure everything was working about twenty minutes ago. Still, Pjotr stuck to the principle of rather being save that had been drilled into his mind since he was young.<br><br>When this was done, too, he set another cigarette alight and spend his time with reiterating the mission details in his head. Eventually, the door of the armory opened and the first member of the newly assembled team exited. In the brief moment he could actually see him before he disappeared under the Marauder's high roof, Pjotr recognized him to be the man with the case. He thought he heard a certain even-pacedness in his steps. Sixty per minute, he guessed and upped his projections of the team's chance of survival. He wondered what exactly was in the case.<br><br>The next inbound was a lady in a trench coat. Pjotr saw the XCR assault rifle she wielded and felt compelled to nod. A good choice, if you know how to handle it. Like the first to arrive, she also disappeared behind the vehicles huge dimensions. His gaze fell on his watch. Not much time left. His gaze focused on the door again.<br><br>Suddenly, over the sounds of the engine, he could hear the passenger side door being opened. Hang on, no, the door on the driver's side. It took a moment for the conclusion to grab Pjotr's attention.<br>Da net! She wouldn't.<br>He ducked, already lightly annoyed at the thought of somebody else sitting at the wheel of <em>his</em> Marauder. Pjotr approached the driver's cabin. Sure enough, there she sat, running her fingers over the steering wheel. Pjotr addressed the woman on the driver's seat, his voice slightly elevated: "Vaat do you zink you are doing?! Zis is no toy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 14:33:39</strong>
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				After waiting for a few minutes, and listening to the Russian's indignant exclamations against Ms. Standoffish, Kyle begins to wonder whether or not the others are joining them or taking their leave here and now. Either way, they've been briefed and are "on the clock," so the soldier's not about to go back and start checking on people. <br><br>Instead, he simply moves to the next step... Slinging Wanda back over his shoulder, the soldier moves around the side of the transport and climbs into the back-seat, taking a brief moment to look over his shoulder at Shev and Kate. <br><br>"I'm going to get geared. Let me know when you figure out who has shotgun." <br><br><hr><br>Since he has the back seat to himself for a little while, Kyle doesn't worry too much about the cramped quarters. He lays the heavy plastic case down on the seat, and with practiced rhythm he punches in the code on the lock, causing the case's top to spring open. In the bottom compartment rests his beloved partner... Sure, the Walther 2000 &nbsp;(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walther_WA_2000)rifle is a bit out-dated in this day and age, but his family has always treated the gun like a treasure; and besides, he put a good deal of his salary from his days in service into making sure the thing was as reliable as any of the newer, bigger caliber guns. <br><br>But right now, it's the top compartment that's important. Kyle strips down to his skivs and an undershirt, and lays them out on the seat, and goes through the motions of replacing them with the G-Tac suit that he had... procured... from his base's armory. They were being shut down anyway, so why should they care? It's not necessarily the fastest process, but a few moments later the marksman is ready to roll, &nbsp;(http://blog.nstoyanov.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/sniper2.JPG) hood down with Wanda sitting patiently in his lap. Idly, his thumb traces the little line of initials scratched into the heavy wood stock... his, his fathers, and so on up the line. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 14:47:06</strong>
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				Nydia stepped softly through the armoury, her fingers brushing lightly across the various weapons as she passed them. She looked at a variety of weapons with interest, but in the end passed them all by. She felt no need to take any of them, as she already had all of the equipment she felt was neccesary for her part in this mission. She climbed aboard the marauder, sitting down near the left window in the back seat, unslinging her rifle and resting it delicately in her slender fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 20:35:58</strong>
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				Kate was lost for a moment, letting the deep rumble of the Marauder's engine course through her entire body, that at first she didn't notice Shev come to stand in the open drivers door, glaring at her pointedly. His accent&nbsp; was even more clipped with his obvious agitation. Shifting her hot dark gaze to him, her hands continued their slow practically sensual stroking of the steering wheel as she purred a low response. <br><br>“ Oh, you're right big fella. 'Zis iz not a toy'. This is a Marauder, with a Cummins ISBe4 diesel engine, a cruising speed of up to 75 mph, and a double skin monocoque hull with the strength to stop up to STANAG 4569 level 3.............Sir........”<br><br>Kate simply stared at Shev for a few long moments after her speech, her exotic features pulled into a coy grin that brought forth a gleam in her dark eyes. She was lovely, no doubt about it, but in a dangerous way. The quiet arrival of Nydia didn't phase her, and even the words from Kyle didn't make her move right away. Shev's intensity didn't scare her, but she was no fool. So finally, with a low chuckle and a subtle wink to the Russian she lifted her hands off the wheel in an 'I give up' gesture, and simply slid over to the passenger seat, her gaze locked out the window, her final word still holding humor. “ Shotgun.” As annoying as it was she was part of a team now, and Shev obviously held seniority with this vehicle.<br><br>Her turn would surely come.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andalon</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 22:10:53</strong>
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				After she had her shower ( her first one for three weeks), with hot water (2 months passed since her last one), and even fresh water (she didn't even remember when she had one of those, no matter if cold or hot), she returned to the armoury, to check if the armsmaster finished his job. And in fact, he did. <br><br>Once she was certain that her armour was repaired, she strolled through the armoury, with an detachable bag of her backpack, wearing not much more than a towel wrapped around her. 7.62 FMJ? Got it. Same in AP? Two here, thanks. Look, .45 HP, give give give. No High Power rounds? Awww shame. Hmm, grenades... let's see. Two frags will do. Willy Pete's? Two for me.<br><br>After she had her stroll, she returned to the arms master. Her armour was fixed, and taken care of. She tossed him five packs of menthol cigarettes, winked at him and retrieved her armour. <br><br>She put on the chest piece, which took some time, but then again, she knew how to do it, and was done within a minute. The next step was the helmet. She put it on, and linked it to the main power supply. <br><br>Picture Enhancement, check. Infra-Red, check. GPS... fuzzy, but well, that was something she expected. Not many of the civil sattelites could pierce thorugh the radiated atmosphere. Range Finder, check. Compass, check. Chrono, check.<br><br>"Fuck!" she barked, as she realized she would be late. She grabbed everything she asked for, tossed it in her bag , her weapons and the other parts of her armour, and legged it.<br><br>Jumping around like a nutter, she managed to get the combat boots on her feet, and also plugged the helmet on its waist hold.<br><br>She was panting heavily as she arrived at the vehicle bay. Some part of her knew she would be a very odd sigh, a girl wearing a military grade chestpiece and boots, and not much else but a backpack, and an assault rifle around her neck.<br><br>"Sorry, am I late?" she asked, out of breath, as she finally got to a hold close to the Marauder.<br><br>She was all sweatly, obvioulsy, as the others could see her skin sparkle. Especially on her left leg, which beared the marks of more than a dozen scars, and her left arm, although those looked more like serious burns than anything else.<br><br>Another thing was a tattoo she had on her right upper arm, simple, but yet good work. And also, her right leg. It seemed like there has been something chewing on it, at least from the scars...<br><br>She regained her breath, and looked at the vehicle. "Riiiiiight... that's gonna be our ride? Cool..." she said, still panting.<br><br>Putting her hand on her rifle she had in a so called commando style, she got closer, not caring about the fact she was.... slightly underdressed. <br><br>"Aaaand whose attention you want to get with this?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiny</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 03:47:09</strong>
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				His steelblue eyes followed the woman's every move as she purringly spoke of the specifications of the vehicle. It wasn't the purr of a kitten, but rather that of a tigress, sly, yet playful, as became apparent by the almost mockingly jotted 'sir'. She had some nerve to sit where she now sat, but, he had to admit with a speck of admiration, at least she knew her armored vehicles. That he could accept. Not that he would let her know that, of course. Pjotr met her gaze with an adamant grim one of his own until she averted her eyes, yet he continued to watch her settle on the passenger seat and only stopped when he himself sat on his. As attractive as she was, with her brown, almond shaped eyes, her raven black hair and her feline suppleness, he was sure that cat got some claws he'd better avoid to turn his back on.<br>Pjotr also had the slight suspicion that, while he might seem like he won this battle, the war was far from over. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the clock on the dashboard.<br><br>Time's up. <br>Pjotr leaned over and took a look at the spartanic back. Only two were occupying it. One of them was the man who he had guessed to have been a soldier back in his day and, sure enough, the ghilly suit he wore and the almost ancient appearing rifle in his lap seemed to confirm Pjotr's hunch. He nodded at him. Slightly shifting, he became aware of very different approach to combat. The cutting-edge weaponry wielded by and state of the art armor clad on quite young a woman surprised Pjotr. It struck him as odd to see such expensive equipment on someone who may or may not be almost a decade younger than him. Something else was off, but currently he didn't have the time to find out what it was. <br>Still, he nodded at her, as well.<br>The more pressing issue was that two of the newcomers were currently missing. Already.<br><br>His eyes inadvertently stopping for a second on the strangely attractive lady in the front passenger seat, Pjotr leaned the other way, out of the car, to see if someone was standing outside. Nobody was, yet before he pulled his head back in, another woman came running in heavy armor. That she was indeed female probably wouldn't have been as apparent if she would have had something cover her legs. Light, irregular shadows on them and the ragged gloss of severe burns on her arms held testimony to a probably battle-rich past. Her grip of the weapon showed that she, too, was at least educated in the usage of a gun. Her question was audible, if barely, over the running engine.<br><br>"Aaaand whose attention you want to get with this?"<br><br>Crookedly frowning and breathing in deeply, he looked at the woman sitting next to him. Pjotr opened his mouth, as if to address her, but instead, leaned out of the door again. Rather calmly, he said:<br>"<em>Rr</em>ight Back Atchoo. Get in."<br><br>Without awaiting a possible comeback, Pjotr slammed the door shut and reached over his head for the radio. <br>"Age Cue, Zis is <em>Rr</em>oad<em>r</em>age[r] vone, Ve a<em>r</em>e off to mission vone at Pot's Point, ove<em>r</em>."<br>The answer came a few seconds of faint static later, voiced by a deep, throaty bass:<br>"Roadrage one, we acknowledge your action. Good hunt, over."<br>Pjotr made sure everyone was aboard and the hatch at the back was closed. One down, four left, all heavily armed and not completely inexperienced - His missions have had worse premises in the past. He held the radio to his lips.<br>"<em>Rr</em>ok en <em>r</em>ol!"<br><br>Pjotr ramped up the engine and drove the car off head quarter's grounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bug Hunt! NestBreaker HQ -- Neo Atlanta (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 08:50:59</strong>
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				A big grin came onto Nydia's face as the Marauder began to pick up speed. Any normal girl of Nydia's age and appearance would have grasped a handhold or buckled the seatbelt, but Nydia felt no need to- her body was perfectly capable of keeping itself steady with excellent muscle control. Turning to the others seated in the vehicle with her, she asked<br>"So, any of you gone into bug nests before? Its going to be sooooo smelly!" Nydia said, somehow maintaining her huge grin while talking.
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