Iron Fist Mission 2 - The Safe House (mission brief and following)
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				Title: <strong>Iron Fist Mission 2 - The Safe House (mission brief and following)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 21:36:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2007/12/25/amd_michelle-rodriguez.jpg)</div> <strong>Major Anne Laughton - Waking up feeling used, and getting some good news.</strong><br><br>Major Anne Laughton woke up with a start. She was lying in her own bed, that was the first thing she assured herself of. Memory of the previous night flooded back, as she felt the rope burns around her wrists and ankles, the extreme soreness of both her nipples, and the burning pain still in her clit. She reached down and removed the clitoral clamp that the evil bitch had left there. At least she'd untied Anne this time.<br><br>Her entire cunt was sore and stretched and her breasts were covered in bruises. <br><br>Anne smiled. It had been one hell of a night!<br><br>The insistent bleep inside her skull that had awoken her repeated itself and she called up the phone function of her implant. The call was on the IF secure network. <em>Hi Iffy, what's up?</em><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Major, I have a job for us!</em></tt><br><br><em>Excellent news, Iffy. Do you have a team put together?</em><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>I do, Major... Nikita Stack is on my net although I cannot locate her, but she has flagged herself as available with a do-not-disturb. For a Sys-Op...</em></tt><br><br>Anne groaned audibly. <em>Oh god. Iffy, the sooner they develop an android body for you that will work at decent remote distances and can't be hacked, I'll do away with a human Sys-Op altogether.</em><br><br>Iffy paused, then continued almost as if Anne hadn't spoken <tt class="bbc_tt"><em>For a Sys-Op, there's a girl you've not worked with before. Kate 'Kitty' Genoria. She's definitely got what it takes, and she's been going solo against the Eastern Seaboard's military for the past few years. She's even had a pop or to at the Californian Confederation's army!</em></tt><br><br>Anne let out a soft grunt. <em>Got something against soldiers, huh? Wonder how she feels about ex-soldiers.... Go on?</em><br><br>Iffy almost sounded amused. <tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Couldn't tell you, boss. Point man, is someone you know. The Grim Reaper.</em></tt><br><br><em>Alex? He's on the market? Last I heard he was in a prison camp somewhere in the Solomon Islands! That's great news. Who else?</em><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Demolitions is Desmond Webber, another unknown, but again he has what it takes. If I didn't know better I'd say the man was a robot! He's been doing mostly terrorist stuff in Africa, but he's freelanced in Europe from time to time.<br><br>That's it for now. Shouldn't need anyone else for this job, but if I can get us some security I will. Frannie is on her way over with the mission details in hard copy as per standing orders. Here's the summary.</em></tt> Iffy zapped a brief summary of the mission via the secure net directly into Anne's cortex. <br><br><em>Thanks, Iffy. I guess I better get dressed then, don't want the poor kid blowing a fuse! Send out the usual message to the team, asking them to meet... hmm.... </em> She examined the document the AI sent and considered. <em>Iffy, set up a safe house location on the shores of Lake Neuchâtel. Somewhere comfortable. Have the team meat there in seventy two hours.</em><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Sure thing boss.... Except, what about Ms Stack? She has a definite red flag on any contact?</em></tt><br><br>Anne chuckled. <em>I'll get in touch with Niki. You handle the rest.</em><br><br>Anne broke the connection and nudged the gently snoring, naked and extremely sexy woman lying next to her in the bed. "Oi, Niki, you evil dyke, wake up, there's work to do!" She sat up, throwing the sheets from her naked body, and headed for the shower.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Iffy, sending out messages.</strong><br><br>Within the next few minutes. a message was delivered to each of the other team members:<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"We have a job for you. Pay is US$4,000,000. Possibility of bonus, amount negotiable. Extreme danger. If interested, be at Grèves du Lac 432, Chabrey, Switzerland, in 72 hours from now.<br><br>"Make sure you are not followed and cannot be traced.<br><br>IFFY."</tt><br><br>The AI decided to pay a more personal visit to deliver the third message... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95725.msg4161986#msg4161986)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:04:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://claire.belliard.free.fr/claire_lindbergh/claire_lindbergh3/giflind/linda-06.jpg)</div> The last night had been amazing. Nikita couldn't think of the last time she and Anne had spent so many days together, and they sure as hell needed to. It wasn't easy to maintain a relationship considering the circles they worked in, but they had managed to do so over all these years. Nikita knew there was no other woman quite like Anne and the feeling was mutual. Plenty of ropes, clamps and god knows what else..that's what the last night had been about..like their most of the times together. After making Anne pass out from some really explosive orgasms..Nikita had untied Anne before drifting to the land of dreams herself. It won't be until the late next day that she would find herself awake, the usual norm with them these days.<br><br>But today was going to be a different one from the looks of it. As she felt a nudge. Her alert sense reacted almost immediately and eyes shot open scanning the surroundings..but no, they were in their room and there was nobody else in except Anne. Okay, so things were safe. Then she heard Anne's words and things explained themselves some. So, Iffy had done some work and probably found a job. She pulled herslef out of the bed. "A new job you say? Well, now doesn't that call for some celebration?" Nikita asked with a grin and pointed towards the shower.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:27:49</strong>
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				<strong>Maj. Anne Laughton</strong><br><br>Anne giggled and adjusted the water to the temperature they both liked best, then began to soap her lover. "Niki, babe, we don't have time. Frannie is already on her way here with the hard copy. Uhhhnnn! Crap, will you not... OH FUUUCK! NIKI...! UH, UH, UH, AAAAAHHHHH!"<br><br>Anne leaned against the side of the shower, panting, and glared happily at Niki. "God dammit Stack, I'm giving you a direct order. Pack it in, there's work to do!"<br><br>She grinned and finished washing last night off herself.<br><br>She dried off quickly and was just pulling a pullover on when her implant announced that Francine was approaching the house.
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 21:00:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Sydney, Australia. 23:44.</strong></div><br>The heavy breathing of a female filled the room, her whispers and moans nothing more than simple words as the lips trailed up her neck. The young woman was pressed to his body, sitting in his lap, her knees either side of his hips. His large, powerful hands held her body close, his eyes shut, as he kissed the sensitive flesh on her neck. Slowly, he hands slid around his lower back, and began sliding up. Her eyes shot wide, and she frowned deeply. "What the fuck?" she said, moving forward to look down his back, at the scars that crossed across it side to side, top to bottom, and various other angles. Sharply, her hands pulled away, and she was pushed off the large man's lap. Eyes wide, she watched him cautiously for a moment, the room now silent. "Get out" Alexander finally growled, the darkness hiding his eyes. "I'm sorry, I j-" she began, but was sharply cut off by his venomous words yet again. She quickly climbed to her feet, and pulled her dress back on, before scampering out the door of the large hotel room.<br><br>"Voice commands on" he whispered, barely audible even to him, as he climbed off the bed. The cross that hung from his neck settled back between his large, well formed pecs muscles. "Replay last received message" he said, and the message began playing once again in Alex's head. <br><br><em>We have a job for you. Pay is US$4,000,000. Possibility of bonus, amount negotiable. Extreme danger. If interested, be at Grèves du Lac 432, Chabrey, Switzerland, in 72 hours from now. Make sure you are not followed and cannot be traced.</em><br><br>A job? A job was what had killed his family. His daughter, and his girlfriend. Both of them, gunned down, under the 'protection' of two 'soldiers'. Green as grass fresh recruits from training wasn't an escort... It was a set up. Alexander couldn't prove it, or fight it, and so he simply took the large pay out, the benefits of his ending service agreement, and left the Armed forces. But this, this was different. This was not the war. And it was not the government he was working for. What more could the work take from him, besides his life? Even then, soldiers never died. They were just fighting a little further from home.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Bravo 23, do you copy?</strong> came across the radio. "Roger HQ, go ahead" said the Private in the front seat of the armored transport Humvee. <strong>We have friendlies engaging a small terrorist group to your three. Confirm you see them, Bravo 23?</strong> returned. The driver pulled on to the bridge, and drove to the side, settling them against the railing, overlooking the dried river bed and the firefight crossing it. "Affirmative, HQ... Those look like civilians among them, though" the Private said, as both of the transports watched the battle taking place. <strong>Those guys are the ones responsible for the Help center bombing, 2-3...</strong> and that was it. Alexander sat forward in the seat, and looked over the enemy group, before sliding up in to the gunner position. "Uh, Negative HQ... Too many-" he was cut off, the sound of gunfire erupting from above. Militia, civilians and landscape crumbled, broke and fell before the large machine gun mounted to the roof, and only when the barrel shut down automatically from overheating did the firing stop. That familiar, eerie silence fell across the area, followed by Alex's voice. "Targets destroyed" he said, then dropped out of the Humvee. "HQ, was Qutar with them?" he asked. <strong>Affirmative, 2-3</strong>. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" shouted the Private as he climbed, shocked and appalled, from the Humvee. "There were women and-" he began, before being slammed against the bonnet by Alexander's large arm. "Listen here, Private... I Am your Commanding Officer right now, and your orders are to Confirm the kill" he said, then shoved the young marine towards the ladder down to the carnage.<br><br><hr><br><em>Alexander. Your pre-arranged travel bookings engage in approximately thirty minutes.</em> was what Alex was woke to. He groaned a little, then climbed out of bed. Quickly, he got dressed in a simple black suit, without the tie, and checked himself over in the mirror. His hair was easy to maintain, since it hadn't grown for near half a year, and was short already. Moving from the hotel room, he wandered down stairs, and slipped in to the back seat of his chauffeured car, and it started off down the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:12:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Kate Genoria: Taking care of a few loose ends...</span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i309.photobucket.com/albums/kk393/Darkwarrior57/cyberpunkgirl.jpg?t=1295662163)</div>Kate grinned at herself. 'I hope like fuck you didn't forget the security monitoring..' She thought to herself. 'Eep!' gasped Kitty, darting off to the link to the security systems. She was right on time,&nbsp; the current leader of the group she was attached to, Marauder Jason Davidson, was coming down the hallway to her office. She killed the lights and lit up a smoke. The door opened, Jason stepping through as Kate kicked up her boots on his desk. "Genoria!" He barked. "What the fuck are you doing in my Office, Cybercunt?" He snarled, but she simply smiled. A dangerous expression of pure ice, puffing out the last of the smoke and squishing it against the desk. He growled slightly.<br><br>"I came to inform you that I got another contract" She smirked, standing up to walk around the side,&nbsp; she smiled again. "So I took my severance pay and came to wrap up a loose end.." He growled, pointing to the door. "So get the fuck out cunt, And be lucky I'm not cutting back your severance for an early cut out!" She smiled, shifting one of her hidden knives into her right hand. "Ah.. But you see, that's the thing..." She pulled the knife back and threw it with deadly accuracy right to his throat, the blood splattering&nbsp; clear across the room. she was still connected to the&nbsp; merc's net, so she heard the alarm sent out before he died. 'I hope you asked that Sweet and Sexy A.I for knives.. cause I'm gonna be out by the time we're home free.'
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 07:57:07</strong>
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				Desmond Walker - Somewhere in Eastern Europe. <br><br>Desmond Walker could hear the sounds of cheap sex floating up through the thin walls of the building he was attached to. If it had been his job to blow up this building he would be done and paid right now. Of course there would also be no challenge in such a task and so Desmond would not have taken it. Instead the building he was hired to blow up was across the street, an urban bunker meant to look like an apartment building but designed to be indestructible. Without knowing it Desmond had chosen a whore house to hang out on top of while he put everything in motion. <br><br>Blowing up an indestructible building was not hard, if you have enough explosives. His employer however wanted it to look like it took only a little explosion to make the whole building fall down. Desmond figured this was meant to prove some point about the rival company that built the building. It was a corpurate thing and Desmond did not care. The money was good and the job was a nice sort of puzzle.. Desmond had a mind for things like that. He had a gift for finding the perfect mix of destructive elements. His demolitions were works of art. <br><br>Desmond asked the computer what time it was and found it was an minuet until the desired moment of destruction. He asked the computer to run checks on his two bombs and was pleased to hear all was well. He did not like computers, he did not trust them but over the years he had developed a working relationship with the chip in his brain. He talked to it and it worked out the computer stuff. At the moment it was telling him he had a message and Desmond decided to check it really quick. It might be his employer getting cold feet. <br><br>"We have a job for you. Pay is US$4,000,000. Possibility of bonus, amount negotiable. Extreme danger. If interested, be at Grèves du Lac 432, Chabrey, Switzerland, in 72 hours from now." The message was simple and to the point. Desmond quickly filed the information away and asked the computer to start things going. <br><br>Just then a remote controlled SUV crashed into the bunker. The collision ignited an explosive charge. The explosion was big but mostly for show. It was not nearly enough to bring the building down. Mere moments later a second bomb went off deep underground. This bomb was set to rock the foundation and the vibrations would then set off a chain reaction of smaller explosions throughout the building. <br><br>Desmond smiled as he watched the building start to crumble. He got up and made his way away from the area. He asked the computer to book him a flight. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:22:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wvisc.state.wv.us/datacenter/cpu.JPG)</div><strong><tt class="bbc_tt">IFFY: The real world is so SLOW!</tt></strong><br><br>Mere seconds after delivering the last message (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95725.msg4166309#msg4166309) to the Sys-op, one of iffy's spyders reported back. She assessed the data and sent a quick message to The Major.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Found someone to run interference. Kacy Anderson. She could also spot for point at a push, but would need competent sys-op back-up. Sys-op is the usual nerd, but this one has teeth.</em></tt> She attached the girl's data file to the message.<br><br>She waited a few seconds for The Major to receive the data and make a decision. The message came back: <em>Looks good. Get her in, same split as the others. Reduces operating capital, but the job pays well enough. Don't make a habit of fucking the sys-ops, it distracts them!</em><br><br>Iffy chuckled inwardly. She had no intention of making a habit of it, but the girl clearly had the hots for her avatar, the same as the last Sys-op. The A.I. quickly sent the same message to the new girl as to the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:38:51</strong>
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				Kate: Spreading her wings to soar.<br><br>A knife whizzed by, striking one of the last guards in the neck. A sudden shot to her head from inside made her stumble "Fuck!" she gasped, staggering slightly from the blow 'Kitty get your shit together!' She yelled in thought, her cheek was wet. stained with her own&nbsp; blood. The second to last&nbsp; guard had gotten close, managing to nick her along her lower right jaw. She growled, grabbing up for a utility bar andd swinging her body in a double footed kick too his chest. he staggered back, coming into the sightline of the apropreatly titled "Shredder" turrets set just inside the door. His mutilated form hit the ground , a satisfied look on her face as she walked out the door. 'Kitty...&nbsp; ' she thought with some excitement, 'Can you get me the fllight training for the AX-25 uploaded to me by the time I get to it?' she smirked, braking into a run, she dashed over to one of the planes in question. ripping out the robotic flight control and beginning her pre-flight check.
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				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 13:34:35</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy grinned at herself in the mirror, casually flipping her gun into the air and catching it one handed like an old west gunfighter - though no gunslinger in the old west would be tossing a sawn-off automatic shotgun into the air, much less catching it with a metal arm. She was seated on an unmade bed, in the middle of an unpaid motel room, wearing nothing but the pair of tight leather shorts and boots she had thrown on earlier to go grab a sandwich from the vending machine down the hall. More recently, a man had just been pounding on her door, demanding to know if she had been the half naked woman who smashed the glass of his vending machine with a metal arm, but he had backed down quickly when she flung open the door,&nbsp; very large knife and fairly large tits out, and explained she wouldn't dream of such a thing, all the while smiling like the point of an ice pick. Not two minutes later, she'd got a message telling her she had a job opportunity, in Switzerland, for more money than she'd seen in awhile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She slid from the bed and made a quick study of the room with a practiced eye - the corners, under the bed, the slim gap between the closet door and the wall. Striding into the bathroom, she examined the counter, the towel rack, the space between the toilet and counter. Satisfied, she whirled, stepping lightly from the bathroom and leaped onto the bed with a feral grace, an intuitive celebration of the body and it's capabilities. She cocked her head, peering into the space between the bed and the nightstand with intensity. "There you are" she muttered to herself, reaching in a pulling out her discarded black t-shirt. She pulled it slowly over her head, examining herself in the mirror appraisingly. The arm is ugly, but she remains easy on the eyes by most standards. Being invisible is hard work when every third guy is memorizing your face for a marathon fantasy fuck session later that night; but there is a sort of invisibility to be had in sticking out. Street trash with a cheap prosthetic, possibly a whore, probably an addict, definitely the type who might trash a vending machine and skip out on a bill. Not worth calling the cops and putting the fear of god into a motel full of hookers and johns. Certainly not the kind of girl who could have taken out a drug manufacturing plant defended by a dozen well armed guards, slaughter everyone inside, and burn it and the bodies to the ground, which is just what she spent the night before last doing. A bore, but some days any job is just a job. Even killing people for a living.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She frowned at the mirror, playing the last hour back to herself. She shouldn't have been so confident with the manager. Junkies aren't confident. Street trash might be beneath notice, but they are not invisible - sooner or later, she'd make enough dots around here that the wrong people might start drawing lines between them, and when that happened she might run into serious trouble. She shook her head, trying to clear the sudden wash of tension through her body, her fingers drumming across her thigh restlessly. A change of scenery might be just the thing - and anyone paying that kind of money might have the swing to keep it's employees out of serious trouble. Hefting her bags, Kacy walked out into the night, already running through options to get to Switzerland, a place she had never previously been to, or considered going. It's not as if there was any good reason to stay around the Americas at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:00:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>Nikita felt Anne soap her, just the way she liked her. She moaned softly in approval at that. But unfortunately their play had to be cut short considering that there was work to be done. "Fine, i'll let off for now Anne." Nikita said with a grin, watching her lover and went on to quickly clean herself as Anne was doing the same. Drying off, she put on her usual smart attire. "So, Francine heh..don't blame me if she jumps on you the moment she sees you and tears those clothes off your body!" Nikita said with a soft chuckle.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:58:17</strong>
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				<strong>Maj. Anne Laughton</strong><br><br>Anne Rolled her eyes at Niki's comment. Sure Frannie had a crush on her, but the girl was young enough to be her daughter, and in fact Anne thought of Fran as her daughter.<br><br>The buxom blonde arrived with the mission brief, and the three of them went through it together. <br><br>"Iffy, get us booked on the fastest means of transport to the safe house, please?" Ann asked aloud , knowing the AI could hear her but wanting the others to hear too.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://images.indiainfo.com/web2images/www.dailybhaskar.com/2010/12/03/images/surrogate_couple_240_f.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt">"Of course, Major. I'm all ready on it (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95725.msg4170234#msg4170234). You are booked on the 11:16 from St Pancras International, directly to Paris Gar du Nord, then a change to Geneva. In Geneva there will be a hire car waiting for you. The tickets are in the names of Mr Nicholas Garton, Mrs Anne Garton and their daughter, Francine Garton.</tt><br><br>Three ID cards popped out of the AI's hard terminal. Anne picked them up, handing the male one to Niki and the one with Frannie's own photo to her. "Fran, could you pack for us, please dear? The usual stuff for a Europe job. Nicholas, darling, get your make-up kit out..."<br><br><hr><br>Twelve and a half hours later, they stood outside the safe house on the shore of lake Neuchâtel. "Well, I think you excelled yourself today, Iffy. This looks very nice. Secluded, quiet, not overlooked, good firing positions, and a nice boat for a quick getaway, should it be necessary..." <br>(http://imagesus.homeaway.com/vd2/files/WVR/400x300/44/445431/158088_0.jpg)(http://imagesus.homeaway.com/vd2/files/WVR/400x300/44/445431/158088_1.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:56:06</strong>
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				Kate Genoria: Some hours and a few rest/fuel stops later.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbh:ANd9GcQNaWMNW_b33229GstNFxn7uTH52FqlgXY35ThPyYq-zWtQ&amp;t=1)</div><br>Kate snorted out of sleep as the coasted into the country. 'Kitty' she asked herself, 'got a parking spot for the bird?' she smiled, setting the control back to manual and taking it in closer to the destination. 'Sure thing boss!' Her virtual self shot back. A few moments later, a new beep sounded. 'We own a nice little peice of land off the path, hidden enough for you to land the plane, but open enough to fly out of. ' She nodded, setting the plane down expertly at the new location, hopping out once the plane had cooled and walking around to the back. , she opened the cargo ramp and rolled the bike out to the ground. Grinning, she snapped her goggles back on, packing her personal gear in the saddle bags, she swong one leg over the late 2050`s remake of the classic Nighthawk, and sped off to her new job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:50:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Traveling. Some time during the day.</strong></div><br>Alexander's eyes flicked open as the chip inside his head notified him of a new message. He slowly sat up from the bed, and sighed a little. "Notification off" he said, then slid off the bed. The plane ride was long and annoying... Although, at least he didn't have to leap out of this one and parachute to the ground.<br><br>Shifting the duffel bag from the table to his bed, he drew the contents from it, setting it on the bed next to it then dropping it next to the large cases at his feet, for the time being. He stripped himself down to nothing, his large muscular body catching the sunlight that came in through the window. One by one, he dressed himself in his tactical gear, though it was still bare. No ammunition, weapons, or gear could be found on his body.<br><br>Alexander grabbed the two large suitcases next to his bed, then pulled the duffel bag from next to them, and opened it up. Quickly punching in the code, then popping the locks and disengaging the alarm, he looked over the assortment of weapons and accessories, as well as ammunition. The first out of the cases was his Browning SFS Pistol (http://www.putemdown.net/resources/220px-Pistol_Browning_SFS.jpg), which he loaded and tucked in to the back of his belt, in the small holster. Next to be locked and loaded was his weapon of choice - the M4A1 Assault Rifle (http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/99/81/62238199/photos/Call-Of-Duty-Pics/M4andM203.jpg). Assuring the sight was straight, he glimpsed around the room, at the simple wall decorations and somewhat... Lacking choice of furniture. He placed it in to the duffel bag, then shifted his attention back to the other suitcase. Inside sat his preferred sniper rifle, the Remington 700 (http://www.sfg-clan.net/COD4/weapons/r700.jpg). It was still in pieces, since he had to carry it, and it was far too large for it to remain in once piece. He slid it in to the duffel bag carefully, alongside the ammo and grenades, and all the other things he needed.<br><br>Finally, he zipped up the bag, and grabbed the clothing he'd bought to travel in. Traveling in your full insurgence gear was too inconvenient, encountering civilians. He zipped his jeans up, and pulled the singlet over his suit, before sliding the shirt up his arms, and covering his shoulders and biceps from view. Slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder carefully, then closing the two suitcases, wrapping his large hands around the handles.<br><br>He moved out the door, and down to the car he had driven here from the airport, and pressed a button on the keyring, opening the boot. He dropped the two cases inside, followed by the bag of weapons and such, then closed the boot and glimpsed around the near empty airport. It took him a few hours of traveling before he reached his final destination, not running in to a single hitch or moment of drama. Which was a nice surprise. He booked his car in, then retrieved the bag from the back. He walked past the large group of people who were all trying to book various cars and bikes, and climbed on to his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:33:06</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy had spent much of her time idly considering shooting the pilot upon landing. It certainly wouldn't be a good idea, and it would draw all kinds of attention. On the other hand, by this point he had felt it necessary to try and scare his passenger no less than three times over the course of the flight. He accomplished this by waggling his single engine plane wildly through the sky, as if the hand of some giant toddler had come down to shake his tiny toy plane above the vast expanse of ocean. Kacy was not amused. Nor was she scared. Kacy looked out the window again, frowning at the waves below. She'd sink like a rock in that ocean, though this was probably a better fate than floating along in the vast nothing until dying of exposure. It's not as if anyone had known she, or her idiot pilot, were in the middle of the northern Atlantic. So no, not scared, but not feeling very jolly either. She'd shifted restlessly in her seat, propping a leg against the side wall, tossing a menacing glare as the pilots gaze roamed up her fishnet clad leg. "Eyes on the... nothing" she growled, gesturing to the empty haze of sky and sea before them. It was less than an hour until they would be hitting Greenland, and from there on to Switzerland. Where she had decided she would definitely not carve the pilots head from his shoulders, because that would be foolish. She would read her book, and consider at length all the various ways she could kill the pilot, IF she wanted to.<br><br>&nbsp; Shortly after, as the pilot tipped the plane wildly, her book falling to the floor as she grabbed the sides of her chair with a curse, she had decided that even for a cheap, off the books flight, the customer service was intolerable. She watched the book with narrowed eyes as it slid away to the other side of the plane, her breathing even and calm, a testament either to how completely unphased she was by his antics, or to the sheer force of will she could apply to her body when necessary. Calm and collected, Kacy had slid a hand up the back of her shirt, coming out with a wickedly sharp 4 inch blade, and silently rested her hand upon his thigh, the blade protruding from it and just barely poking into the bulge in his crotch he had been nursing through covert glances her direction most of the flight. Much to her delight, the rest of the flight had proven significantly more smooth than the first half. She'd already bought a used car on the mainland, and after picking it up it was just a matter of waiting till the deadline. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:19:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">Desmond:Traveling</div><br>Desmond hated airports. They were filled with people and all the issues that seemed to follow people. There were people hugging and those that were running through the terminal chasing lost flights. Not to mention there were all those crying children. He tried his best to blend in and not look nervous, but every time someone came close to him he would lunge out of the way. He flew first class with the hopes that there was less of a chance of children. <br><br>Once he landed he moved quickly through the airport to pick up his rental car. He could have taken a more direct flight but he needed to make a stop. Not to mention Desmond liked driving. He picked a sensible car that blended in. Desmond was a big fan of blending in. He drove at a steady speed and made few stops. Late into the evening he reached the location on his GPS, a small abandoned gas station on the outskirts of a small village in France. A gray van is parked there along with a driver, well paid to not ask questions. <br><br>The van was from his same house in the south of France. Desmond had nothing to spend money on aside from his career of destruction. He had six caches around Europe and Africa filled with bombs of various types. From this van Desmond pulled out four large cases and loaded them into his rental. One case held various hi end grenades and another housed the components for a lazer guided turret that could launch these grenades where ever he wanted them. The other two cases were a grab bag of bomb making materials. He never spoke to the driver, simply got his cargo and headed out. <br><br>With any luck he would arrive at the safe house with an hour or two to spare. He would need time to set up an exit strategy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 15:37:18</strong>
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				<strong>Maj. Laughton, with Nikita Stack and Francine Littlejohn - Getting in and setting up.</strong><br><br>As the three of them made their way from the secluded garage up to the main house, Iffy popped another message into Anne's head. <br><br><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Got Overwatch. Guy looks good.</tt></em> And a pgp encrypted file. <br><br>The AI knew better than to give too many details, because the secure line wasn't active yet, but Anne got the gist of it and forwarded it to the other two via local secure frequency, once she had decrypted the new sniper's details. She shrugged. "Could use a sniper for this one, on the way in and the way out."<br><br>With a chuckle, she sent back: <em>Approved. Get him here same time as the others. Not a moment sooner!</em><br><br>The three of them entered the house, and Anne sent Niki to set up the basement, while she prepared the main room.<br><br>The next sixty or so hours were hard work, planning, preparations, getting various items from various suppliers. A certain amount of DIY in the cellar was necessary, and then Niki had fun testing her installations on both Anne and Frannie. Francine wasn't too happy about it, not being used to Niki's brand of sexuality, but Anne told her that it was necessary she get used to it.<br><br>Finally, with a few hours sleep and a few hours to spare, everything was ready.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>The front door of the house opens onto a large room with a wooden floor and a staircase going up. Upstairs are several bedrooms. Under the stairs is the door leading down to the cellar. The middle of the room is occupied by a large dining table, with eight chairs around it. The far end of the room is curtained off. Beyond the curtain is is the door to the kitchen and the veranda over-looking the lake.<br><br>On arriving, the team will be shown into the main room by Niki. Anne will be seated at the head of the table, her back to a wall. The seat to her right, also back to a wall will have Nikita's jacket on the back. The seat to Anne's left is occupied by Richard “Oni” Preston, who arrived an hour before the rest. The remaining five seats will be vacant to start with. Of Francine Littlejohn, there is no sign.<br><br>In the middle of the table is a black box about 4" cubed. Some may recognise it as an AI terminal and holoprojector.</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 16:20:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Kate: Rubber on the road, headed to the house. </span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.datasync.com/~davidg59/nh_750.jpg)</div><br>Kate sighed as she cut the engine to the bike, leaving it just to the side in front of the house. she climbed off the seat, purring in the mild orgasmic after-thrill of the ride. She turned towards the front,&nbsp; taking the three stairs in stride. She knocked on the door,&nbsp; nodding to Niki as it was opened. "Kate Genoria." she told her informatively, brushing into the house past her. A jerk of her head out to the bikes direction. "No touchie." she warned, just as informatively. She almost didn't need Niki's&nbsp; guidance into&nbsp; the room, the data scent of the A.I, much stronger than she was used to,but Iffy none the less, and another of her own in the room. She stopped at the table, pausing down to look at the box. "Hello sexy.." she whispered, kissing her fingers and tapping them against Its side. She paused, looking up towards the Major and the other Hacker, her name offered once more, she plunked down and began plotting the demise of the seemingly higher rank tech male.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 19:01:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Desmond: With this type of company why call it a "safe" house?</div><br>Desmond check his watch. He was an hour away from the safe house with an hour and a half to spare. That was not the kind of time table he liked when preparing to meet new friends but it would have to do. He pulled off to the side of the road when he reached a more deserted stretch. He crawled to the back of his rental and set up his turret. It took him only five minutes to assemble the small grenade launcher. He turned it on and linked it up to the annoying computer that was tuck in his head. He loaded the two chambers with two different types of bomb. One was a highly potent explosive with incendiary elements. The second was an advance concussion grenade that used a half of dozen different techniques to confuse a hostile. <br><br>He also slipped on a belt of small hi end explosives that would be linked to both his AI and a switch on the back end of his watch. This would not help him out of any trouble but it would make sure that if his new employers betrayed him, the betrayal would reach an explosive conclusion. If they had a decent AI they could hack most of his systems but the switch on his wrist was all hardwired. <br><br>Compared to his more elaborate exit strategies this one was fairly basic. He would have liked to do more but he had spent most of the last few days traveling. With a sigh he got back into the car and drove the hour to the safe house. He pulled up to the house and smiled. If he was going to die here at least the view would be nice. As he got out of the car he pulled the blanket off the small turret and but his coat on. He waved to anyone who might be watching him then he head for the door. He knocked and waited.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 22:24:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy pulled up to the meet location right on time, having waited a few miles down the road to make sure she'd be arriving at the appointed time. Arriving early might be prudent, but she'd found arriving at an unexpected time and toting heavy weaponry sometimes leads to unfortunate misunderstandings with potential clients.&nbsp; In any case, the idea that anyone who wanted her dead would come to Switzerland to do it was ridiculous. Nonetheless, Kacy was on high alert getting out of the car, taking in the scene quickly, looking for movement out of the corner of her eye. There was a dark skinned man at the door, and nobody else clearly visible.&nbsp; Kacy slid from the car, watching the dark skinned man warily for his reaction, and headed towards the door. A fire fight in close quarters would be dangerous, but if someone wanted her dead out here it would be a bullet from somewhere out of sight and far away - no time to duck and weave, no warning, Just the darkness. Best to get inside fast, to her way of reckoning. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She approached the door and man and door with a slight smile, her hands loose, not on a weapon, but not far from the shotgun holstered on her side. The holster was a side hip job, on a swivel so the gun could be brought to bear just by grabbing the handle and swinging the holster up along with the weapon,easily fired from the hip. She's wore an armored vest that could just barely pass as ugly street wear to the casual observer, but otherwise she was in a ratty black t-shirt, a short black skirt, fishnets and boots. Her mohawk was done up in a fierce array of spikes, with makeup bold enough to pass as warpaint in some cultures. Unless he responds in a hostile fashion, she simply nods to the man and positions herself out of the way of possible snipers as best she can. "Looking for the fellow with the money." she said simply. "If you're not him, I guess we wait." Her metal hand hovers close to her gun, ready for action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 23:57:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Switzerland. Moments before the meeting time.</strong></div><br>Alexander had taken a lot of time in his approach, figuring that someone was luring him here for a reason. It was a little too convenient his name was back on the Mercenary books and someone picks him up straight away. His skill set and service record didn't seem very impressive to him. The only thing he thought was impressive was his Medal of Honor. That was something he had achieved right before the Army found his abilities too useful for the battle field, and so moved him to special operations. Really, the money was too good. Fresh on the market, and a pay check that big? It sounded too sweet.<br><br>Alexander adjusted the assault rifle beside him, then looked down the scope again, at the front of the house. From his positioning, he could see most of the windows, and most importantly, the door. He wasn't there to see who arrived, nor see the women set the place up. One would have spooked him, the other would have drawn his attention more. Soon enough, there were two people standing outside the front door. Both looked like Mercs, or perhaps assassins. He still wasn't sure about it - they could be there for him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had set him up like that.<br><br>Instead, Alexander sat and waited in his spot, camouflaged by the darkness of the rocks beside him, and closely watching the door. He had already watched one girl enter, but for the most part, his vision was blocked once they were behind that frame. Still, his eyes were on the objects through the scope, unless he was looking to the small motion detector screen next to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:52:04</strong>
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				<strong>Oni – The Hot Seat</strong><br><br>Oni sat with Anne, his hands folded in front of him as he patiently waited for the meeting to begin. Things had taken a turn for the worse since the last mission. The budding life that was his AI was gone from him, though a small part of him hoped that it was somewhere in the net…learning…being. It would be the small nugget of positive from the whole debacle. He’s been building his case since the mission failed, trying to understand exactly what went wrong. He felt close. That enforcement AI wiped the floor with him. The help that was promised from that drug cartel never came.<br><br><em>’I was in! Goddamn it, I was in! And then they fucked me.’</em> Anne had to have seen that, right? He used a good part of his wetware and his own AI to build the hellish cyberfire he lovingly called the Pandora Bomb. The hole was there, but he could only hold it for so long…The Druggie AI never came through, and he was almost fried by the AI’s defenses when they came back online. He could show them the readouts…they could view the report, and if he had to, he’d do it again. It would take a little longer for the PB, but that bastard was worth its weight in credits…he could do it again.<br><br>As if agreeing with himself, he nodded, confident that he’d be able to show the Boss he still had what it took to help run the Op. He made the whole…he made it possible, and he wasn’t the one who dropped the ball. Nothing else was important to him at this point.<br><br><strong>Longshot in play</strong><br><br>The man slowly placed the cylindrical piece in its assigned padded indent before he gently closed the briefcase. Weeks of planning, hours of waiting, and minutes of anticipation were all boiled down to approximately thirty seconds of Op time. A majority of that was just confirming the target was down and staying down. He slid the light grey suit jacket on and adjusted his tie. Politicians were too easy, and he almost decided to not take the job, but the year had been lean so far, and seeing the smug little fat man dance the death jig on the ground was well worth the effort.<br><br>It didn’t matter to him that the hit was just after his speech on the advances he’d made into reducing crime in the neighborhood, but the people who paid him wished to send him off with a bit of irony. he might save a chuckle about it when he’s having a drink at the airport. It would take the authorities a while to figure out the location. The shot he chose was a relative to something he once saw from a salvaged animation from the highly flooded city-island of Japan. From his vantage-point was an office building with an abandoned chunk of office space right where he shot through. They’ll look for that building first, then some smart guy that probably deserved a raise he would never get will point in the direction of the hotel room he just came from used by a nice elderly couple who were both still stuffed into the closet with matching holes in their heads. Too cute. <br><br>In the taxi, the message came through. Big purse, and apparently far from boring. He made a final check in cyberspace to confirm the money had arrived, which also told him the news of the politician’s death had hit the newsfeeds by now. They’ll be looking to stop traffic, but they wouldn’t move in time…He almost felt bad for people who had to follow rules. He gave the cabbie an unremarkable tip when he got out at the airport…no tippers were remembered. Big tippers were remembered fondly. He needed neither forms.<br><br>He didn’t have time to play around. The switch to Switzerland would have taken too much explaining to an actual human being. With a fresh swim through cyberspace,&nbsp; he was able to slip through the sharks that represented the Airline’s mid-level security and poof, some poor ad-exec gets bumped from first class, with a complimentary stay at the bar and so-sorry from airline personnel. Who says he wasn’t a nice guy? The suitcase was immediately placed in a predetermined locker. Nothing of it belonged to him, and he had a thing for fingerprints…he hated leaving them behind. From there it was heated face towels and drinks. Just one more businessman out of the capital. Just one more face in the crowd.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:38:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>The journey went smoothly, it was quite fun to play husband and wife duo, much like the way they were to each other..but Nikita always liked the oppurtunity to use some makeup and her superb acting skills into effect. Then they had to set the apartment up for the meeting. People would be arriving soon.<br><br>Nikita opened the door to watch a rather arrogant woman enter in by announcing who she was. The new sys-op. That girl amused her, because not many would dare to act like that around her if they knew who she was and what she was capable of. Who did she think Nikita was? Some doorwoman? Not to mention the fact that she was already drooling at Iffy almost like she wanted to fuck the machine. God, what was it with these techies and their crazy fantasies about piece of metal and wires.<br><br>She stared at Kate and chuckled. "So, we've been keeping an eye on you Kate, and can see you've been doing quite a bit of...things in your spare time in cyberspace. Iffy here sure has had her share of fun playing with you. Wouldn't you agree with that?<br><br><em>Would you look at that smug little shit, I almost want to beat that thing into submission of most brutal kind right now!</em> Nikita sent a message to Anne whilst she eyed Kate. "And you've been trying to cause some trouble. Attempting to access portions which you had no authority to reach into, attempting to compromise our situation? Not exactly the kind of stuff about which we sit around here and giggle about. It might be some silly games for the likes of you, but it's a whole real world out there...and it ain't as simple as you think. But since, you like the games so much we'll play one right now. First off, undress bitch. Oh and I wouldn't give any more smug looks or try to protest that, believe me honey..you don't want to get on my bad side if you want to keep on breathing."<br><br>Nikita crossed her arms and smirked, watching the sight in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:54:07</strong>
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				Kate Genoria: knee deep in the shit pile.<br><br>"Kate you stupid bitch!' Kitty yowled inside her mind. 'That`s the second in command of the whole fucking operation!' She whined, packing a cyberspace bag up. 'I didn`t know!' Kate wailed back in though, unable to really do anything. Kitty snorted, hefting the bag on her shoulder 'Consequences m`dear! Goin to do some cyber shopping and check on the plane while you deaL with this.' With that, she was gone, leaving Kate to deal with her actions.<br><br>Kate gulped, unsure if she should simply back out now. The look in Niki`s eye told&nbsp; her she wouldn`t get very far. She smiled nervously, pulling away her jacket to reveal the dual knives strapped underneath. she winced, slowly shedding each lair, every peice of gear till she was in nothing save her black bra and matching panties, red latex boots, and the goggles nesstled into her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 20:24:04</strong>
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				<em>Go for it, darling!</em> Anne sent back to Niki, in response to the message sent to her.<br><br>She sat and watched the show with mild amusement. Personally she would have put a bullet in the bitch and have done with it. But that would leave them with out a sys-op... She glanced at Oni. He was no use. He'd been burned and he knew it. But the smug look on his face meant he really didn't know...<br><br>And Niki's brand of sadism was far more inventive. Hearing someone outside the door, she smiled at her lover. "Niki, you deal with this piece of shit, I'll let the others in."<br><br>She move to the door, pulling her silenced Browning 9mm automatic from its place in her belt and flipping the safety off. With the weapon behind her back she opened the door. "Hi. You must be Desmond and Kacy. Please come in. Take a seat at the table. Our new sys-op has managed to make herself the pre-meeting entertainment." She paused by the door as the two entered. <em>Iffy, please tell me where the other two are? We've got two fucking snipers wandering around in the woods up there and I want them both where I can see them!</em><br><br><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Satellite imaginary reveals one of them is watching you from the hillside. The other is apparently still on his way from the airport due to a slight delay to his flight, and a mix-up with his hire car.</tt><br></em><br><em>And you're going to make me guess which is which?</em><br><br><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Sorry Major. Jackson is on the hillside, Wallace is in transit.</tt></em><br><br><em>Thank you, Iffy. Please give me Jackson's exact co-ordinates?</em> The data flowed into her implant and she lined herself up on it. She brought the browning out from behind her. She activated her targeting software and the interface built into the weapon's hand grip, then squeezed the trigger gently. The soft PHUT didn't even carry to those inside.<br><br>The fletchet round embedded itself in a tree trunk two feet to the left of Jackson's head. "<em>Come on out, Reaper. You know me. You know if I wanted you dead you'd be dead"</em> She sent via a tight band transmission to the exact spot where he lay. Even if he didn't recognise her - and the last time he'd seen her she'd been thirteen years older, blonde and pale skinned, he would know there was only one woman alive who could make a shot like that with a Browning 9mm at that range, having seen her do it on more than one occasion, lost money the first time and won consistently ever since!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 22:02:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">Desmond: What interesting new friends</div><br>Desmond heard a car pull up as he knocked on the door. He turned slightly to get a look at who was coming. He had a pistol on him, resting comfortably in a back holster, but knew that it would do him little good against an ambush. So instead he simply watched the driver get out and saunter over to him. She was most likely a hired gun like he was, and she looked the part. He did not take his eyes off her as she walked over to the door. <br><br>She asked if he was the "fellow with the money," and he hand never seemed to far off from a weapon. Now he knew for sure she was a hired gun like he was. He replied in a steady and calm way. "I do have some money but I don't think I am the fellow you are looking for." <br><br>Just then the door opened and there stood the "fellow". Of course she was not a fellow at all. In fact as Desmond was lead inside he noticed a decisive lack of fellows. Even without the woman who had let them in and stayed outside he was greatly outnumbered. Most men would either be very intimidated or very aroused by the idea of being surrounded by a gang of deadly women. Desmond was neither, though he did find it curious. <br><br>He also noticed the AI sitting in the middle of the table. He did not know much about computers but the unit looked expensive. He politely asked his AI to disconnect from any systems on his person. If things went bad he did not want this expensive AI unit to be able to mess with the explosives he had strapped to his body. He did not need a computer to set the bomb. Limited time had afforded him few back up plans but he at least had that. <br><br>Desmond did all of this while calmly heading to one of the seats. He noticed the young woman in the center of the room in her underwear. She as attractive, Desmond thought to himself as he sat down. Sure he was not like most men, in the sense that he worked hard not to be lead around by his dick, but still a mostly naked women was still pleasing to the eyes. She looked concerned but judging by the look in the eye of one of the other women inside she had good reason to be worried. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:29:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Hillside outside the safe house.</strong></div><br>There was an odd sense of danger around the safe house. Being a point man, he did his best to read buildings as well as a spy would read people. It seemed the house itself had been almost fortified, which made him think it wasn't a set up.<br><br>Alexander watched the two people disappear in to the house, then someone come out, but his motion sensor went off, and he looked to it, spotting the two movement dots somewhere behind him. Then the bullet came, and he abandoned his position, moving to behind a large tree trunk, the opposite side of where the bullet came from. He slapped the side of the tree, planting the small camera to view the house. Then came a familiar voice to his head, and he looked to the small screen. She was a soldier, like he was. They'd been in the same hole when thousands of bullets ripped everything else apart... And they'd fought along side each other a lot before she had been withdrawn from the war effort. If he couldn't trust her, he may as well be gunned down right now.<br><br>Gathering his equipment, he slowly made his way to the house, and looked up at Anne, then clenched his jaw and looked down. Did he really want to work for her? No. It wasn't her fault. "Good to see you again" he said, though clearly wasn't as enthusiastic as he she have been. He slowly climbed the stairs, and adjusted the rifle on his back, turning to face Anne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 09:55:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; Kacy snickered at Desmond's comment, but the door was opening before she had time to reply. She nodded to Anne as the door opened, pointedly considering the hand Anne had hidden behind her back - not particularly concerned, but letting Anne know she was aware of it, in case the other woman had ideas about getting the drop on her. Desmond headed inside, and she followed, casting a wary glance behind her as Anne stayed behind. An armed woman standing behind her is a threat, and she kept an ear and eye cocked behind her as they continued on.<br><br>&nbsp; She looked around the room, taking in the scene with a look of bemusement, though her hand never strays far from her gun. She quickly pegged Niki as the one in charge, tipping her head to the other woman as she headed towards the seats. "I didn't know we'd be getting complimentary dessert" she laughed, flashing a wolfish grin at the uncomfortable looking woman in her underwear and latex boots as she flopped casually into her chair.<br><br>&nbsp; Kacy gave the room a thorough once over, then turned back to Niki. "Whose the tall drink of half naked?" She asked, inclining her head to Kate. "Lady out front said the "new Sys-Op" is our entertainment. This her? Cuz the look on her face isn't exactly making me feel secure in her credentials." Her eyes crawl over the girl appraisingly as she sits, lingering just a hint too long on every part. "Though she does seem to have the whole dress for success bit down pat." Kacy shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "Suppose it doesn't matter, as long as the price is right and I'm liable to be alive at the end of it."<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 11:19:56</strong>
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				<strong>Longshot: Touchdown and Arrival</strong><br><br>The flight was comfortable, and the alias he was using hadn’t raised any flags in customs. All and all, it was turning out to be a good couple of days for him…which meant the shit was bound to hit the fan. He’d deal with it when he had to. He went immediately to the rental kiosk to get the keys for the jeep he rented. It would probably be the last time he used his current name…depending on if he got to return it. These meetings were always touch and go, and for all he knew, it was a trap.<br><br>Hence the various pieces he began to remove from parts of his travel bag. Non-metals were expensive and somewhat temporary still, but they provided firepower in just his kind of pinch. He assembled the pistol and removed the two clips from the rolling section on the bottom of the bag. After another quick look-around, he loaded the gun and slid it in the small of his back before driving off.<br><br>The safehouse was, if anything, a bit plain. He arrived just in time to see a man and woman waiting outside for a chat, before the gentleman moved a bit. He lingered, as if the conversation had turned serious, but Calvin couldn’t tell. Still…people outside talking made the probability of a trap even less likely, and he turned the engine off on the jeep and climbed out. The well made shoes half-sunk into the ground, and he looked down only to make sure they wouldn’t stay behind while he walked. They were just shoes. They could be replaced.<br><br>He walked up to the woman, his sport coat opened to give him easy access to the pistol. He waited patiently for the two to finish their business, and would then simply follow them inside.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Oni: Getting an eyeful</strong><br><br>Oni chuckled as Nikita forced the hacker into stripping. Obviously if they were doing that, it meant that they recognized his talents, right? They knew that she was just another in a long line of pretenders, and wanted to bring her low before his eyes. They still believed in him, and it made him sit just a little taller as he stared at the half-naked woman. He could avatar that for sure…maybe make a few minor modifications. As a kind of colleague, he’d want to talk to her about the kind of wetware she used. If they were working together, there was no need to be mean about it, right? Especially after Nikita put the effort into making sure the girl knew her place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:51:41</strong>
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				<strong>The Major - <del>Meat and grate</del> Meet and greet</strong><br><br>As Alex came down off the hillside, Anne raised both hands above her head, the pistol held in a way that would be very difficult to bring it to a firing position before he could do the same, then she dropped it back into the holster at the back of her belt. She smiled at him. "Hey, Alex, long time no see. Hear you had a bit of bother... Well so did I. We're on the same side, you and I". <br><br>She grinned at his downcast look. "Listen, my AI filled me in on what happened. I need you to know, I was out a long while before. I actually went AWOL, and I'm on at least three most wanted lists, that I know of!"<br><br><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Seven</tt></em>, Iffy supplied, to be helpful.<br><br>"Make that seven..." She chuckled. I tell you, Reaper, when I saw you were on the available list I just knew I wanted you on my team. At the very least for this one job, and if it goes well, I'll hire you permanently!"<br><br>She spotted the sniper, then. And gave Alex a friendly clout on the shoulder. "Get inside and take a seat. We're all here now so I'll do the intros."<br><br>She waited until Wallace was close, and smiled. "You must be Calvin. Please go inside and take a seat, and as soon as my second has finished amusing herself, I'll explain why you're all here."<br><br>She went back inside herself, and retook her seat at the head of the table, enjoying the sight of the sys-op now down to her undies.<br><br>"Niki, you're welcome to carry on of course, and I'm sure the others won't mind a little more entertainment, but I think at least one of them would love to get on with it, so get her naked and either cut her throat or let her sit down again." She giggled slightly. "But if you cut her throat, you clean the blood up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 22:42:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - The Safehouse.</strong></div><br>Alex's approach didn't put him any more at ease. The fact that she raised her arms gave him issues... That she thought he might gun her down instead. But that was paranoia for you. On the same side? He'd been down that road before. The people who called the shots and gave you orders rarely cared how you ended up, just that what was ordered got done. Then they'd tell you everything would be alright, but when you're down and getting kicked, no one was there to pick you up, because the people you can trust are right there next to you. Just as helpless as you are.<br><br>"I Know you went AWOL" Alexander said, glimpsing too to the man as he approached. "I Was offered your contract" Alex told her, then walked inside the house. He pretty much knew where to go, and sat down at the table, glimpsing around the table as he did. He did feel slightly over dressed in his tactical gear, but it also meant that in case of a raid or something, he'd be the only one with a chance. Gas would floor everyone to start with, and when the soldiers came through the windows and doors, and he thought that only one or two besides him would have eye implants, so some wouldn't even see them coming - literally.<br><br>Looking over everyone the moment they were all seated made Alex really think. Besides Anne and Alex, it didn't seem like anyone had actually served time in the military. Then there was prison. No one here seemed to have seen the world from behind bars. Alexander had been in a PoW camp during the war... Policing in Malaysia, right after his squad was abandoned by Anne and her troops. At this point, Alex had to peel his glare from Anne and look around again. It wasn't her fault, at all. But Alexander had to blame someone for what happened to him there. And Alexander blamed everyone. Looking at what else was at the table, it didn't seem like anyone had had any official training. Private contractors or home schooling jobs. It wasn't to say they were unskilled, but Alex would prefer everyone here was an ex soldier. There was honor, respect, and a brotherhood among soldiers. Here it was all about the money. Alex was here for the money, too. But for the right reasons.<br><br>And, was that girl half naked? Alex looked to the inappropriately dressed young girl, and was shocked to see the resemblance. She looked quite similar to a girl Alex had shot in the head during his time tracking terror cells. But her skin was light, and she didn't look foreign at all. Nevertheless, when Anne spoke of her getting naked, Alex simply looked away. She wasn't appealing to Alex at all. Alex had eyes for his wife, and now that she was gone, loneliness was on the table for Alexander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:09:38</strong>
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				<strong> Longshot: Safehouses are meant to make you feel safe, right?</strong><br>Calvin nodded to the woman and took a cursory look around before he went in. Typical domicile for the area they were in. He would have approached from the water, so he’s hoping someone thought of that already. In the end, he didn’t suppose it mattered. Life and death were always exactly where they needed to be, and meeting either was always a game of chance. <br><br>Once he stepped inside, he saw the half naked woman put on a show of standing there. He looked much as he would look at any particular piece that caught his interest, but it was only long enough to satisfy his curiosity. As he walked to the vacant seat, his eye took in every nuance before he switched his implant to heat vision. The effect was slightly surreal. Data intake from both eyes matched heat to person as he feigned an appraising look at the establishment while scanning. Caught unaware outside was one thing, but inside was a little close for comfort. <br><br>He took a seat, nodding to those around him. He slouched in his seat purposefully, communicating a certain sense of ease and slackery that matched the open collar shirt and sport coat he wore. Just some guy playing at being a hard ass. The years it took to beat the training into submission were considerate, and he made sure to exercise his control over his need to sit straight and drive his eyes into those around him. That and it gave him a good chance to reach for his gun if anything did go bad.<br><br><br><strong>Oni: Curiouser and curioser!</strong><br><br>The half naked hacker looked a bit nervous, but Oni knew when a bone was thrown his way. he clammed up, only allowing a bit of a smug look to show to the humiliated woman in his view. In the end, Anne knew what he could do…this was a warning to him, but also a vote of confidence. They could find someone else…find them, do what they will, and leave it at that. They could do it to him, but they wouldn’t. They stayed their hand to give him another opportunity, and he wouldn’t let it be wasted lest he follow the same fate.<br><br>He had funds still…he had a friend to see about getting right and proper for her. He’d be ready this time. He’d blow their pretty little pixels away…then they’d finally trust him again. He couldn’t wait. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:19:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>Nikita watched Kate undress slowly. The jacket, then those layers of knives..all of it was coming off one at a time. She watched the reactions of other people in the room and chuckled to herself, knowing the humiliation which Kate was feeling was something which she would probably never forget. Kate seemed to have stopped at bra and panties with boots and goggles. Nikita shook her head as she leaned forward and gave a solid backhanded slap to Kate. "What part of naked you missed dear? Are you really that dumb that you even make that whiny little crybaby over there like an intelligent being?" She snarled out, referring to Oni obviously.<br><br><em>Just wait and watch!</em> Nikita sent the message back to Anne, enjoying the mindgames which she was playing with both Kate and Oni.<br><br>"Well, the entertainment is just too good, and frankly I could care less what anyone does to this woman when she's naked. So yes, you all are invited to have your own piece of action. Consider it as welcoming gift to Iron Fist from myself and Anne." Nikita said with a smirk.<br><br>Kate was caught by surprise when she suddenly got the slap. The strike was unexpectedly powerful as the mean woman was ordering her around even more now! This was unfair! Everyone's eyes seemed like needles piercing in her skin to her. "I..can't do it!" She said through tears which were beginning to gather in her eyes. Nikita shook her head in disappointment. But actually, she was quite pleased over this girl refusing. She had proven herself to be a weak link in her job as sys-op and now she was even turning out to be mentally fragile. Not exactly the kind of person one would want on their team now, would they? She was the kind of person who was best suited to spend her time playing shitty virtual reality simulators and spending their lifetimes in them.<br><br>Nikita craned her neck in amusement. "Soo, we have somebody here who's disobeying a direct order from their boss. Not exactly the kind of thing which we appreciate here folks." Saying so, Nikita pulled out her gun and adjusted the silencer on it, it's cold barrel touching Kate's breasts and toyed some with the clothing. The touch of the barrel sent goosebumps through Kate's body and caused her to shiver. "Wh..what are you planning to do..please don't kill me!" She begged. Nikita chuckled. "Kill you? Not gonna be that easy hon, sorry." Saying so, she quickly fired two shots in Kate's kneecaps. The woman screamed in an agonizing manner which was music to Nikita's ears and she whistled. "Now wasn't that fine? I hope you're enjoying the party Kate?" She asked in a mocking tone and delievered a hard kick to the face of the fallen woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:34:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>The Major - Gotta love that vicious bitch!</strong></div><br>"Niki, stop playing with your food, darling!" Anne didn't even blink as her lover put a bullet through both the new Sys-Op's kneecaps. <br><br>However, this did complicate things somewhat. The other one was burned, and worse, it was his own fault. She didn't like going in without cyberspace cover though, and Iffy could only do so much. Just because she had goddess-like powers in cyberspace, she was still just a machine running programs and didn't have that thing called intuition, couldn't do random and unpredictable things, could not, in short, do what was needed of a Sys-Op.<br><br><em>Iffy,</em> She sent a private message to the A.I., <em>What is the status of Oni's AI?</em><br><br><em><tt class="bbc_tt">It believes him dead and has been inactive ever since the burn. It's firewall is almost as good as mine and is virtually impenetrable. To get through would require more resources than I currently have at my disposal.</tt></em><br><br><em>Good. Prepare to receive new instructions.</em><br><br>Plans change. The best plans survive those changes intact. Poor plans fall apart. Anne prided herself on making good plans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:27:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Inside the Safe house. Déjà vu?</strong></div><br>Alexander watched the woman toying with the young looking girl, it becoming more and more obvious that the girl in the goggles had been summoned here for a job, but turned out to be too weak, judging by the discarded knives. He looked to Anne, who didn't seem to be very bothered by the way the girl was simply tortured. Alexander had spent years torturing, even alongside Anne, but this was different. Neither of them had allegiances, and the way this girl was killed... She could have had more background with Anne than Alexander did.<br><br>When the bullets went through the girl's knee, it happened again. Flash backs. To when him and five others were sitting around the table, staring at the revolver loaded with one bullet in the middle. It was a game... A game that fucked with your mind, and sent you crazy after just a spin or two. If you were lucky, you got the first bullet, rather than watching the private with the kid hit the floor, or your best mate's eyeballs pop. Six walked in and sat down, but only two got up and walked away. God knows what happened to Barley, but Alexander never saw him again.<br><br>This felt a lot like that situation. Alexander's hand went behind his back, and fetched the pistol, pulling it free of its holster, and sitting it in his lap instead, under the table. There was no way he was going to be next to be kneecapped and mocked by... Whoever she was. Alex's paranoia was running high now, and he felt like leaving already. This... 'Team' seemed unstable. Unpredictable. There was a fine line between keeping your people in line, and making them want to cross you before you crossed them. He didn't care if this was an example of what happens when you try to betray Anne, it was putting him in the mindset that walking in to a room first would be more likely to get him shot in the back than the front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 12:40:39</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy leaned in with a grin, her interest perked by the sadistic torture of the young woman. "Well, isn't that a shame" she said in a tone of voice indicating it was anything but. She looked the screaming girl over with a hungry glint in her eyes, then leaned back into her chair. "Still, as much as I enjoy a good show, I hope this is about more than her refusing to take off her panties. I'm not opposed to stripping down on occasion, but it's not usually a requirement in my line of work. What's the angle here, and what did go-go boots over there do to get on your bad side? If you just want folks willing to discard their undies, you could have done it a lot cheaper."<br><br>&nbsp; Kacy reluctantly pulled her eyes from the screaming woman on the ground, looking over Niki and Anne warily. Despite her relaxed manner, any professional could have spotted the the tension in the woman, the carefully nonchalant placement of her hand near the butt of her gun. "Don't take this as me being squeamish - I'll happily put each of those knives into her body in whatever order you like. Hell, it sounds like a good time. Shows you mean business, and that's fine by me. But people getting shot right off, it makes a girl nervous. I'd like to know how I can avoid a similar predicament."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 18:23:07</strong>
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				Desmond - With friends like these...<br><br>Desmond was not upset by the screams of the young woman who had just been shot twice. Surprisingly enough this had not been the first time he had been in such a situation. Often when joining up with a new crew their was some sort of display like this. He had been the one with the gun in his hand from time to time. Also all during his childhood he had been around similar acts of violence. When your a child soldier, violence was often how you marked rites of passage. It was the way of things that the weak were killed, tortured or both. <br><br>Desmond simply watched the woman scream in agony and with a great deal of subtly touched the back of his left wrist. He had set himself a five minute timer for his personal pack of explosives. He would have to touch the button again to stop the timer, and if this did not happen the bomb would go off. Desmond judged from his position in the room that the explosive would take out a good chunk of this room. Just because he was not worried for the girl did not mean he was not being cautious. If Desmond was the next to be asked to stip down and get shot, at least he would do so with the satisfaction that nobody in this room could defuse one of his personal explosives in five minutes. <br><br>He continued to watch the scene unfold. The moment it seemed less dangerous for everyone else in the room he would stop the timer and hopefully hear about the job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 11:41:46</strong>
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				<strong>Longshot: Maybe half up front would be a good idea…</strong><br><br>There was a slight oddity in the corner of the room…a complete dark spot. Every area of the sunlight cabin had some degree of signature but that one. His fascination made him miss the woman’s knees getting shot out, but his attention was quickly retrained for the screams of her agony. He remained seated, as the matter concerned him only from a standpoint that every one of them had the potential to be shot. That was old hat. He expected every job to have another sniper that took care of him after it was done…<br><br>And too much thinking only made you hesitate when it was time to act.<br><br>Of course, he wanted to get started with the meeting, but the screams were starting to get irritating. His kills delivered what was promised…most people wanted their targets out of the way and didn’t care how he did it, so in some respects the quick kill heart or headshots he made were a blessing for the other person as well…he could be seen as a bit of a humanitarian. This, however, was about setting an example. A sacrificial lamb for the remaining people in the group. <br><br>His eyes moved to Kacy as she spoke. The look on her face was probably the same he had when he saw a target through a scope, so he could not blame her for her excitement. He looked to the others after she was done speaking. An explanation would be useful, true, but that would probably take all the fun out of it. She was shot because she needed to be. She would die because it was her fate. The bitch rolled snake eyes, and it was better her than him. That was enough in his book.<br><br><hr><strong>Oni: Déjà vu all over again</strong><br><br>Oni jumped as the shots ranged, and fidgeted while she screamed. The fidget was due to his cock hardening to the sound of her pain. It was so raw…in the moment.&nbsp; He wondered if she ever screamed like that as she was filled to completion, and then his mind wandered at the thought for a moment before it all came crashing back at him. The woman was going to die, and for some reason, he was sure it was supposed to be him. He looked at Anne and Nikita, the raging hard-on gone as surely as the chances of the hacker’s survival. <br><br>The woman’s pain mattered little to him in that respect. He knew the truth, and could only thank whatever god they haven’t killed that he was able to still stand…to have another chance, however brief. He would show his value to them, or he feared the same fate awaited him. He already put plans into motion to see his connection for a few upgrades. The woman’s screams now seemed so very far away…like they weren’t even there…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 13:28:12</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, lying in a pool of blood</strong><br><br>Kate's scream drilled the ears of the whole team as she collapsed on the floor. She rolled on her back and looked down at her exploded knees unable to believe what had just happened. The pain was throbbing and she felt nausea growing in her belly. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she looked up at Nikita. Her lips were trembling.<br><br>"Wh... why? I'd have removed them... oooowwww!!" she pleaded in a trembling voice.<br><br>She tried to move her legs but the pain was too much. It was as if her whole lower body was paralysed. A pool of warm blood was growing under herself. <em>I'm going to die!</em> she suddenly realised. Nothing had prepared her for so much violence. She had played countless shooter games, she had died countless times... But now that was real. She could not believe it, she was terrified and paralysed by the pain and terror.<br><br>The pool was spreading, it reached the clothes she had let fall on the floor, staining them. Only then did she react. Crawling on her forearms, she reached for her top and began to wrap it around her knees, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of her weakening body. She was trembling violently and her face was pale as... death.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 15:01:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>Nikita shook her head. "Really? But oh no, you didn't when I asked you simply to get naked now did you? Just one simple order which I gave you and yet you were unable to follow that! Was it even that difficult? Not at all. Not only you're incompetent, but you're also disobedient bitch..something, which isn't tolerated lightly around here. Now the woman in front of her was trembling and preventing the flow of blood. Nikita smirked and leaned forward and grabbed the stained clothing and threw it away.<br><br>Just how wonderful she looked, this was almost like making a piece of art for Nikita, art with blood. Moving in closer she snickered and looked in the eyes of the fallen woman. "You want to stop the blood Kate, right? Sure, i'll give you the oppurtunity right now. In order to do that, what you have to do, is to stand up again and fetch that piece of clothing I threw just only few feet away. Think you're upto that? Do that, and you'll be all safe." Impossible task, Nikita knew. But she wanted to find out just how desperate the woman was. That was the name of the game as it drove people to do things they wouldn't even dream of imagining doing in other scenarios.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 15:42:20</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, desperate to stop bleeding</strong><br><br>As Nikita pulled on the piece of cloth, Kate tried to cling on it. Nikita yanked harder, there was a creaking sound and Kate looked in horror at the small shred of torn cloth that remained in her bloody hands. Immediately, her blood started to flow out.<br><br>Kate was stricken with panic. She could not believe that woman was so cruel! And still she could feel her very life bleeding out of her destroyed legs. Crying and yelping with pain, the sys-op tried to get on all fours, but the pain in her knees was too high. She could not even move her legs. She rolled on her belly, lifted herself on her elbows and began to crawl towards the nearest chair. She was leaving a scarlet smear behind her, like a bloody slug. She was sweating profusely and the world seemed to spin around her. She felt nauseous and had to resist the urge to puke all over the floor.<br><br>As she reached the chair, she managed to pull herself up, bracing on the back of the seat, her legs hanging limply under her at an impossible angle. Mad with agony, she looked around with the eyes of a wounded deer, trying to find some pity or help in her team partners. Finding none, she tried to yank the chair forward, in the direction of her clothes. Doing so, she lost her balance and fell loudly on the floor, over-turning the chair in the process.<br><br>She was crying and contorting miserably in her own blood. Her strength was evaporating. She felt dizzy and unable to think clearly. The pain throbbing in her legs was driving her crazy. She could see her blooded clothes three metres away. She began to crawl slowly, trying to shove her finger-nails into the floor. Her lower body was so heavy. Slowly, progressively, painfully, she was getting closer to her clothes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 16:54:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>Nikita was watching the show unfold and it was turning out to be something which was much more entertaining than she had initially hoped for. Clapping in a mocking fashion, she spoke. "Oh yeah, that's what it's all about bitch. Go on, you know you want to reach there and grab those clothes lying there. You want to be free, and it's only few feet away tat all of your worries shall disappear hon." The crawling woman in panic was a sight to behold as her lifeforces were slowly being drained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 17:17:16</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, crawling for her life</strong><br><br>Kate continued to crawl forward pitifully, dragging her bleeding limbs behind her, leaving a long trace across the floor. She was weaker and weaker. She was livid. She could hardly keep her head off the floor, and her breasts seemed to get caught under her with every step she managed to make. Her blood-spotted butt was wiggling involuntarily as she progressed. Every move extracted a yelp out of her pale lips.<br><br>At last, extending her right arm to the maximum, she managed to grab her clothes. With a sad smile, she pulled them towards her, leaving another streak of blood.<br><br><em>I've done it! I've done it! I'm going to live!</em> she was saying to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 17:18:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - 'Safe' house.</strong></div><br>Alexander watched the girl crawling on the ground with no knee caps. It was almost like watching terrorist drag themselves from a room you just threw a grenade in. The difference was, she still had legs, they just didn't work. Still, he struggled to find compassion for the girl. She had done something to make the woman react like this. To be tortured. But Alex didn't know what. And if he did, he'd be damn right pissed. Killing someone for money, for power, he could deal with. Killing because someone spoke to you in the wrong tone?...<br><br>Alexander was tough, wise, and experienced... But cold. Shooting someone he had no problem with. Torturing, he was trained well in. But for his image? Never. Killing someone over what they thought of you, or who they thought they were, wasn't at all tactical, in Alexander's opinion. Your name, your image, and your respect... Things that can easily be used against you. Still, if he was in the girl on the floors' position, he'd have started shooting a long time ago. Or even made an attempt to sink one of those throwing knives in to that bitches throat. But that was Alexander. He had as much reason to die as he did to live.<br><br>The fact that she ignored the other woman's questions kind of bugged Alexander, really. It gave him no answers, either. And so all there was now was that invisible revolver in the middle of the table still. And until someone took it down, his pistol was more than ready. He had come here for money, not to see some girl he didn't know play ring around the rosie with no kneecaps, trying to stop herself from dying by dressing the wounds that were too severe for that anyway. It wouldn't stop the blood, nor would moving around. She would have better chances of hitting above the wounds and clotting. By the way she was bleeding, though, it had hit an artery, and regardless of how much medical attention she got, she'd be dead soon. Alexander simply looked away, feeling bored and annoyed, just waiting on the inevitable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:12:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; Kacy watched the dying girl curiously, an eyebrow arched. She'd had plenty of cause to make this kind of statement in her old life, running a street gang. The shooter was a good second in command for a gang - unpredictable, frightening, unlikely to be fucked with. Get someone like that on your chain, taking your orders, and nobody doubts you. Until they get too impulsive for their own good, and you have to put them down. Even that is a win - you are the bitch who put down the crazed, unfuckwithable killer. You just have to hope they don't get you into a gang war or cop trouble before you put them down. Kacy looked over Niki thoughtfully, picturing the day she would end up put down. Might be fun to watch, but Kacy didn't want to be the one given the job.<br><br>&nbsp; Of course, whatever this operation was, it didn't look like a street gang. Still, she was starting to get that dynamic. She watched the dying girl reach out and grab the shirt, her face lighting up with hope despite the deathly pallor and blood rushing from her shattered legs. Kacy snorted in amusement, shaking her head at the dying girl. Pretty young ladies were not a common target in her previous life, and she used to like to take her time with them (of course, one can't get carried away. She'd learned that from the failed assassins who wanted to put play before business when she was the target.). A nice garrotte strangulation would be nice for this one, but hey, this wasn't her show. Kacy was just glad this mess wouldn't be hers to clean up. She just kept her eyes locked on the dying girl, enjoying the entertainment for now. Whatever this was about, it would probably be explained soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 21:20:47</strong>
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				<strong>The Major - Getting a little worried about the timing, here!</strong><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Major?</em></tt> Iffy intruded on Anne's thoughts. Anne wasn't watching the show. She was going over the plan in her head one more time to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She'd checked it a hundred times already, but she had seen her lover torment her prey often enough. She knew how it would end, and the smell of blood was making her breakfast sit rather uneasily.<br><br><em>Yes, Iffy?</em><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Desmond just activated a bomb. It's not on any circuit I can get at to disarm. We have about two minutes to detonation.</em></tt><br><br><em>Thank you, Iffy. I'll deal with it.</em><br><br>Anne sighed and stood up. "Sorry, Niki, but there's no time for this". She stepped from behind the table. Her silenced Browning swung from behind her, lined up on the crippled girl's head and emitted a soft <em>phut</em>. A hole appeared between Kate's eyes.<br><br>She glanced around . "Apologies, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Major Anne Laughton and I'm the CEO of Iron Fist. The evil bitch who just earned herself half an hour with a mop and bucket is my second in command, Nikita Stack." She turned to Desmond, her gun slipping back into her back holster. "Mr Webber. I'm sure you have no more desire to die than the rest of us. Please deactivate your bomb, and we will say no more about it. NIKI! PUT THE FUCKING GUN AWAY!"<br><br>She knew her second in command too well. She didn't even turn to look, to know that Stack's firearm was lining up on Desmond.<br><br>"You all came here with suspicion in your heads. Is this a trap? Is someone after you? Why so much money? I will answer your questions in time. But first, I would like to assure you that this is a genuine offer of employment, the money is real, the client is real, the target is real. That..." She nodded in the direction of the fresh corpse "... Was supposed to be our replacement Sys-Op."<br><br>She resumed her seat. "Mr. Preston, it seems you might be in with a chance to redeem yourself! Iffy, play the sequence...."<br><br>The holo-projector lit up and displayed a recording from the last mission.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Good news, people, we have a replacement locksmith meeting us on-site.”<br><br>She strode up the ramp and onto the blimp, making her way to the pilot’s seat. The man sitting there didn’t stand a chance. The silencer was already on the Berretta as Anne put it to his forehead, as he turned, and pulled the trigger. There was a soft PHUP, and the back of his head exploded.<br><br>“ONI?” she yelled. “Get in here and clean up this mess... you created it, you clean it!”<br><br>As she passed him on her way out to make sure everything was loaded, she murmured “If I wanted a pilot, I would have asked for one!”<br><br>When the Major yelled for him to get forward and clean up some mess, Oni suppressed a groan. Sure enough, a dead body waited for him in the cockpit “You gotta be fucking kidding. Who’s going to fly us!” He shouted as she left. She didn’t say shit about no pilot, and he was convinced the poor bastard’s death was meant purely to fuck with him. They’re in an airport…where the hell is he going to hide a body out here!?<br><br>Anne heard Oni's shouted question about who was going to fly them, and turned. "Oh, I thought you were a pilot. Oh well, if you aren't you're no further use to me." She levelled the Berretta at Oni, aimed directly between the eyes. As she pulled the trigger, there was a click. "Oh man, your face!" She grinned at him and shoved the clip back into the weapon.<br><br>And then her expression turned hard. "Do not, ever, question my actions or orders again, or next time I won't eject the clip."<br><br>She turned to the others. "Anyone able to fly one of these things please raise your hand?"<br><br>She didn't actually care whether any of the others raised theirs, because her own hand was in the air. "Who me? Why yes, I can, fancy that!"<br><br>’Stay frosty, Oni…stay fucking frosty'. No where on the ship…that would be a problem for later. He had glimpsed a maintenance bot cleaning around the airport, a distance away and nodded. The bot had no ties to his ship, like the cargo hold did. The pilot would be identified, but hopefully they’d be in the air and miles away by then. ’Worth a shot…’ he thought as he closed his eyes.<br><br>The freefall to the airport’s security was surprisingly lax, but maybe that was because he was accessing their bot servers. Who the fuck thinks anyone’s going for the bots, right? He had to make this quick, which means he had his trust cleaner right behind him as he moved. In and out, and no one gets hurt…except for his present company meat-side. Once the proper change was made to the bot, and specific directions given, Oni slipped back out of the net and the cleaner took care of his egress before it simply dissolved and vanished.<br><br>When he opened his eyes again, Oni saw the bot now driving towards the airship. “Well…let’s get this shit done” he muttered, as he dragged the pilot’s body out of his seat. Moments later, he was feeling a little clammy and cleaning off some of the more minute traces of blood and brain splatter. It was through sheer will that he didn’t add to the mess with his own insides.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Anne was grinning at Oni. "You bumbling idiot! You got all the others killed, you blew the mission and got yourself burned! I wondered how they knew we were even there... why the fuck they were waiting for us. So I had Iffy run a check, after the three of us got out. Airport security found the fucking pilot. They knew which flight he was supposed to be on. They traced the flight then alerted MI5. Those bastards are not stupid. They had their AI put two and two together and came up with a list of possible targets along our flight path, and alerted all of them." She sighed and shook her head, sadly. "Oni, you made two mistakes. You exceeded your orders twice. I told you to get us a blimp, not get us a pilot, and I told you to clean the mess up, not dispose of the body!"<br><br>Her eyes went to the corpse again. "Fortunately for you, she made a worse one. Disobeying an order, no matter how stupid or trivial that order may be, is not something I tolerate. And I need a Sys-Op on this job. Iffy, open Oni's channel to BigBoi. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95725.msg4267928#msg4267928) Let him get his AI rebooted, and back on-line."<br><br>She turned to the others. "Introductions, then... Richard 'Oni' Preston, Sys-Op. Alexander 'Grim Reaper' Jackson, Point man. Desmond Webber, Demolitions. Kacy Anderson, Close combat support and back-up point. Calvin 'Longshot' Wallace, Overwatch. The black box on the table is the Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence, I.F.A.I. or Iffy for short."<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Nice to meet you all".</tt> The AI chimed in.<br><br>"Now, I'm sure you all have your exit strategies in case it turned out to be a trap. Well, so did I, in case any of you decided to have a go at me. The curtain, please, Iffy?"<br><br>The curtain at the far end of the room swung aside to reveal a cute, buxom blond, sitting on a chair behind a small table, on which sat a vicious looking heavy machine gun. "The final member of the team, Francine Littlejohn. Frannie is my PA and back-up. She doesn't go feet wet. It's her job to refund the client's deposit if it all goes tits up! Normally she wouldn't even be this close, but this time out, we have a special job for you, don't we Fran!"<br><br>"Yes Major". Frannie giggled, getting up and taking the empty seat at the table.<br><br>"So, ladies and gents. I imagine you are wondering why I called you all here?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Because they're the very best at being bad?"</tt> Iffy interrupted.<br><br>"Iffy, if you play that clip I swear..."<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"What clip, Major?"</tt><br><br>"You know damn well what clip, now..."<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Oh, you mean <em>this</em> clip?"</tt><br>Bugsy Malone - Bad Guys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1FgpBxXho4#)<br><br>"GOD DAMNIT IFFY!" Anne roared, and then creased up laughing at the expression on Niki's face. "She does it every fucking time!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:01:03</strong>
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				<strong>Kate's death</strong><br><br>Kate was busy packing the bloody clothes into her wounds again, pale and trembling. She suddenly noticed that a shadow was on her. She lifted her head and looked up. Here was the other woman and... her eyes grew wide in panic as the Major pointed her gun almost against her forehead. Kate's eyes crossed over the barrel and the silencer. Her mouth formed an O, she began to utter a plead but it never left her throat. At close range, she saw the deadly mechanism of the weapon operating, as in slow motion. Her last sight was the flash of light as the bullet left the barrel.<br><br>A moment later she was lying back on the floor, a neat red hole between the eyes, and a whole part of her occipital bone reduced to pulp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:54:37</strong>
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				<strong>Longshot: And if it couldn’t get any weirder…</strong><br><br>Calvin didn’t bother watching the girl. Watching anymore would have just made him put a bullet in her head himself, and then the psycho would get pissed and aim at him, he’d aim at her, everyone would start aiming at each other…just downhill from there. No. There was a job to do, and he refused to let such a trivial thing as the crawling mass of sobbing flesh there get in his way of a serious payoff. <br><br>How the dying woman got into the chair, he had no clue, but the hard fall back to the ground produced a sound that made him chuckle despite himself. There were things in life that were just funny because. That was certainly one of them. This was beyond cat and mouse…there was no purpose behind what was done, but maybe that’s what made the vicious second’s day. maybe she was an anarchist at heart. It would explain things some, at least.<br><br>Like the early ending of a show that cost too much and produced too little, he silently applauded the woman’s suffering put to an end by Anne’s bullet. She was now officially a non-topic. As Anne made her opening, his eyes slid to Nikita for a moment. There was something beautiful about people like her…he saw himself as an everyday tool. At times a hammer…sometimes a scalpel, depending on the job. People like her were like exotic knives. No matter what angle or task she was used for, the result would bring pain, and god help you if you didn’t know how to use her.<br><br>When he heard bomb, he gave his only sign of the meeting of discomfort. He was sure he could survive a firefight with the right odds, but explosives were far too chancy. Fucking wildcards had too much space to roam, and he didn’t have enough cover. Still, if she knew about it, then perhaps we wouldn’t all die here at this moment<br><br>*to be continued*<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 15:43:10</strong>
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				<strong>Desmond - If you insist...</strong><br><br>Desmond had almost all his focus on possible threats and the count down from his explosive. He put no effort into looking calm and collected, so instead he looked distant. His face was blank but his mind was racing. When he watched the nearly naked women get shot in the head he prepared himself for the end. When he was asked to shut down the explosive he was pleasantly surprised. Even with Niki gun pointed at his head he knew for the moment they did not intend to kill him. <br><br>He made sure his hands were out in the open the entire time. He turned off the explosive and then nodded his head to his new boss. He was impressed at least that they had a decent AI to trace that he had any explosives on him at all. He did not ease up on the rest of his precautions but for now he sat back a little bit more at ease. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 10:16:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Feeling certain he couldn't trust anyone but Anne.</strong></div><br>After hearing about the bomb, and watching the sequence video, Alexander was feeling pretty paranoid. One of the team shot the new team member in the knees, and the head, over her image. One guy armed bombs that he was quite happy to detonate, despite the fact it would kill him. One had gotten the team busted before, which Alexander strongly hated. The fact that someone sloppy made the team sloppy. And he was not trust worthy.<br><br>The rest of the team, Alexander didn't know, and therefore did not trust them either. Anne wouldn't have put Alexander in a room where he would be killed, surely. Fighting arm to arm meant something to her, he was sure of it.<br><br>Staring at her as she explained the video reminded Alexander of a similar situation. The Government bought anyone who claimed they had information on targets. More than once they'd walked right in to a trap, and every time Alexander started the mission with a live mag, and safety off. Shifting the pistol's barrel under the table, he pointed it directly at the crotch of 'Oni'. Alexander looked at the other woman, with the shotgun on her hip, glimpsing her over a moment, wondering how long she'd been in mercenary work. Last thing he needed was to drag a sobbing, broken girl from a prison camp. Then it was Nikki's turn for Alexander's eyes, skipping over Anne, knowing she was tough. But Nikki... Well, she'd need to prove herself better than just shooting a skinny young woman in the head. Respect was earned, not demanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 22:26:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Major Laughton; Can we get on with it?</strong></div><br>Anne sat down and picked up her portfolio from the floor. "Right. There has been a lot of silliness. But we're all adults here. Desmond, I don't blame you for wanting some insurance." She nodded at the heavy machine gun that had been behind the curtain. "That was mine, and believe me if any of you had tried anything, Fran would have killed you all. Reaper, please put the gun away. I know you have one out, and I can assure you it is not necessary. If Oni screws up again I will allow you to put a bullet in his balls before I put one in his lungs, but after Niki has kneecapped him!"<br><br>She grinned. "And yes, I have a video feed from under the table direct to my implant! Now, our mission. Iffy, the first image, please?" The holo-projector lit up with the image of a rather attractive, yet severely dressed Chinese woman. As Anne spoke, the data file on the person displayed was uploaded by IFFY directly into each team member's implant.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.en.china.cn/0/0,0,95,15899,343,490,f6c0d729.jpg)</div> "This is our employer. her name is Lao Chu Hua (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95387.msg4168832#msg4168832), and she is the CEO of the largest bioware company on the planet. She is also one of the richest women on the planet.<br><br>"The thorn in her side is this man". The image changed to show a rather bland, chubby, middle aged man.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ncet2.org/my%20images/Blackwell%204x6-mr.jpg)</div> "This is Doctor Ernst Von Trapp (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95387.msg4268045#msg4268045). And if any of you starts singing ANYTHING from the sound of music I will personally put a bullet in you right here and now! Apparently he is a direct male line descendent of the original Captain Von Trapp. Herr Doctor Von Trapp owns the seconds largest Bioware company in the world and the patents on what most of you have in your skulls. I know mine is a VT Industries Implant."<br><br>Anne shrugs. "Incidentally, our employer has assured me that she won't hold it against us, but if any of you wish to change over to a Shēngwù implant, Madam Lao is willing to give a very good rate upon successful completion of the mission!"<br><br>She glances around the faces in the group. "Our target, however is not Herr Doctor. As you will see from his file, he has retired from the actual science side and spends his time running the company. Instead, most of the R and D is carried out by his daughter." The image changed again to display a young woman who rivalled Francine in her bustiness.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.weirdworm.com/img/life/6-types-of-halloween-costumes-analyzed/sexy.jpg)</div> This is Maria Von Trapp (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95276.msg4268167#msg4268167), and I will castrate and fillet anyone who starts singing, including the AI! She is Von Trapp's only child, and she is probably the most brilliant mind in the field of Biotech today."<br><br>Annd grinned now at her audience. "Our task is to kidnap her, destroy her lab, hold her prisoner and break her by whatever means we find most effective. Once she is a totally compliant and submissive slave, we are to hand her over to Madam Lao. That is when we get paid the balance."<br><br>She smirked. "I, for one, am most looking forward to the breaking bit!"<br><br>The major paused. "Any questions so far? Other than how we do it, because that is the next part of the briefing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 23:11:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nikita Stack</strong></div><br>The sudden bullet to Kate's head caught Nikita by surprise as she was looking forward to enjoying some fun showing that woman her place for disrespecting her the way she had done earlier. But considering that bullet came from Anne, there's bound to be a reason to hurry up the whole deal. As Anne began to speak about the bomb, her firearm was out almost instantly lining up on Desmond but then was put back in it's holster when Anne commanded to be done so. "Fine. And I was going to clean the mess anyways. Secondly, i'm sure a lot of you have conflicting thoughts about me. Most think i'm some sadistic freak who's primary interest is in random torture or whatever..I don't care. This little display here, was just a reminder to all you about the hierarchy of the orgnisation and the way things work over here. We do not take disrespect lightly. Orders shall be followed and I expect full obedience from all of you. Because if not, believe me, I don't hesitate to get my hands dirty if that's what needs to be done." She said with a light chuckle and watched Anne explain the situation furthur. Oni getting hired back at this point didn't really surprise her all that much. Someone had to put on the job with Kate being dead..and Oni for what it's worth was far more better than that little bitch. She liked the way Anne made it tough on him. Nikita would've liked to teach Oni a lesson or two herself..but that would have to wait for some other time as they kept on clashing to each other somewhat all the time.<br><br>Just when Anne was about to move into the briefing, IFFY started that same damn clipping again. Nikita shook her head. "Not this shit again. I swear, one of these days i'm going to erase your brains out Iffy and reprogram you with some actually cool shit." She said with a chuckle. After the formalities were done, she could feel quite a bit of eyes looking at her with an array of emotions..amusement, admiration..even some with disdain. But it didn't really bother her all that much. With teams, such things happened and Nikita knew better than anyone else how to make them do their job and keep matters under control. She liked the calm which Desmond had exhibited, probably because he knew at that moment the aim wasn't to kill him but to prevent the threat. She knew this was the time to begin the briefing and she moved towards her chair and grabbed the seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 13:18:35</strong>
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				<b>Kacy</b><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy shifted in her seat, crossing her legs with a rustle of fishnet, her fingers drumming restlessly on her thigh. Shootings, bombs, a room full of hyped up mercenaries, and crazed AI playing clips from some mad children's movie - her nerves were on edge, hyped for action, and she was supposed to sit still and listen to a power point presentation. She took in each picture like a hawk as it appeared, her eyes roaming over every feature, but quickly wandered to look over the gathered crew as Anne went over their history and relationships. She had regretted the loss of the half naked girl shortly after the thrill of watching her die had worn off - the girl has clearly been an idiot, but she'd also looked like the kind of idiot good for a roll in the hay. An unprofessional thought, but she didn't have to be professional inside her own damn head. Apart from Oni, who seemed on borrowed time, nobody struck her as a serious weak link so far. <br><br>&nbsp; At Anne's call for questions, Kacy bites her lip thoughtfully, then speaks up. "I suppose before I find out HOW we are kidnapping her I'd be curious to know WHY we are. Not why Miss high tech wants her out of the way, that's obvious." she leaned in, looking over the pictured target closely. "I mean why are WE doing it - why do you feel a room full of expensive mercenaries is necessary? Daddies little girl doesn't look too deadly, so my first interest is what kind of bees will be guarding that particular pot o' honey. A plan is nice, but what I'm up against if the plan goes wrong is my first order of curiosity. That and does she, and her bees, expect something like this?" She watched Anne, her head cocked to the side curiously as she waits for the meat of the presentation.<br><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 00:47:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Anne Laughton</strong></div><br>Anne nodded thoughtfully at the question. "There's two parts to that question. The second part I will deal with in detail in the second half of the briefing. The first part of your question, though is a very good one. Why you? Why do I need five highly experienced professionals to kidnap one girl?<br><br>"The answer is, I don't". Anne smirked at the expressions on their faces. "Not for this job. This job should be a milk run. I should be able to accomplish it with myself, Niki, Oni and Fran. So why are you here?" She shrugged. "I need a team I can rely on. I need people whom I've worked with, who trust me to get it right and whom I can trust to get it right. This job should be easy. It might not be, but that's the risk you take in this business. But the next job, ah, that might be one that requires each of you to head up a small team of specialists. Or it might be one that requires each of you to extend your skills to cover each other, or it might simply require only two of you." Anne ticked these options off on her fingers.<br><br>"If you want out, say so now and Ms Stack will see you off the premises. If you are in, then stick with it, see the job through and you <em>will </em>be paid in <em>real </em>money. And next time I have need of your talents I will call on you. Survive three missions and you get invited to dinner at Chez Laughton."<br><br>Ann chuckled softly at her joke, then raised an eyebrow. "Does that answer the why, Kacy? As for the châteaux's defences, as I said, I will come to that." She nodded and looked to Kacy to see if she was satisfied with the answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 03:13:18</strong>
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				<strong>Oni: Curioser and Curioser</strong><br><br>Oni could barely make a sound as Anne delivered the target for their kidnapping. The brains of VT Industries herself, and quite possibly the most desired nerd in the history of geekdom. It was news only trumped by the sudden flow and flux of information that streamed in him from his renewed access. Though he still sat at the table with the rest of them, including the bomb-wielding maniac, his mind was running amok until he was led to a reunion with his AI. <br><br>While the meeting went on, small changes in Oni’s stature had occurred. First from the freeing feeling of net access, and then from the link-up with his AI. He was back, and damn what Anne felt about him. He was back and soaking in the sea of information while Anne spoke on. He was already perusing information on the target’s company through third party resource sites. He’d not set foot on the company’s “mainland” until it was time to rock and roll. Provided he could communicate better with his…superior, he should be able to avoid the uncomfortable position of disposing of another dead body.<br><br>Still, he knew that Lao Chu Hua was a shrewd old bitch in the tech community. There was shop talk about how she liked keeping ahead of the competition…how projects seemed to sometimes start at one company, only to finish with hers. Was this how she did it? Kidnapping the brightest and making them her playthings? He had to admit, as he saw the picture of Ms. Von Trapp, that the ideal had some appeal.<br><br><strong>Longshot: Suddenly feeling Useless</strong><br><br>While Anne was running through her idea for a snatch and grab, Calvin couldn’t help but feel like the odd man out. Though he’d done close in work before, his calling was always the distance kill. He looked at the other rifle user in the bunch that he knew of and ground his teeth. It was pointless getting into a pissing contest in this level of their work, but pride was pride. He’s just have to seek solace in doing whatever the gig called for him. The credits should be good if they were dealing with shady shit like this. It was the ‘leaving the job alive’ aspect of things that was bothering him.<br><br>When Anne made her comment about her abilities, Calvin merely took it in stride. Maybe she didn’t need them. Maybe she could do it with some washed out hacker, sadistic bitch, and an overdeveloped secretary. That was fine by him for her to say so, but while the money flowed so did the power to his scope. If she wanted to secure a little insurance in the form of his person, who was he to complain? The fact that her explanation to the other woman’s question led to the revelation that they were getting hard currency, and Calvin was ready to get into a plane. Money talks, and this broad was calling his name.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 05:13:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Because you asked so nicely...</strong></div><br>The Reaper had done as his commanding officer had asked - put his pistol back in his holster. It wasn't that he wanted to, it was because it was an order. And it was an order from the only person in the room that could give them... And have him listen.<br><br>More questions, but these ones got answers. Alexander can't say the satisfied him, but they were answers. She didn't need them - no. No job did. Success needed them. Most people at the top of the food chain got their by being vindictive, cold-hearted egotistical back stabbers. Chances are, security would be tight on this mission. After all, with so much at risk, he was sure it would be a lot harder than a 'Snatch n Run'. That's why it is better to pack a gun and not need it, than not pack one, and need it. At this point, Alexander began to survey the room again.<br><br>The Sys ops - the live one. Making sure all went well. Cameras didn't see them, alarms were disabled where possible, and most importantly, communications to the outside were disabled.<br><br>Himself. The cannon fodder. 'Through-the-door-first' guy. Front of the pack, first in the sniper scope. Sure it made him uncomfortable, but if he was still here, he had some form of guidance in life.<br><br>The back up. If shit went down, hopefully she packed enough bullets. In a firefight, its a matter of skill, and who has the most bullets, and biggest gun. He hoped she would win every time.<br><br>Bomber. Who didn't like a distraction? A well placed C4 charge for entry? A door charge to get in with style? Alexander had a feeling he'd be needing more than a flak jacket around this guy, though.<br><br>The Sniper. By far the most important. In such a high tech area, Alexander thought of everything. Thermal imaging from satellites works only if the guards aren't wearing cold suits. Movements sensors can be made bust by a disruptive frequency. That's when the eyes come in. Man over machine. The Reaper would prefer the sniper to get targets, or list patrols, than relying on a machine that someone could be fucking with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 11:47:46</strong>
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				<b>Kacy</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy inclined her head in satisfaction at the woman's answer, sliding back into her seat in a carefully nonchalant pose. "S'all I wanted to know" she says in Anne's general direction, her eyes scanning the rest of the room during the brief pause. Her fingers continue to tap out a steady rhythm on her thigh for a few moments, until they draw her restlessly wandering eyes. She pauses, pressing her hand onto her thigh as if willing it to stop, then let's her hand fall to her side, stilled for the moment. She then looked back to Anne, refocusing and settling herself for the time being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:52:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Mjr. Anne Laughton</strong></span></div><br>The Major nodded at Kacy's reaction, noticing that the others in the team seemed to be relatively satisfied with her answer. "Well, unless anyone else has a question, I'll continue." She paused, and as no-one seemed to be about to ask anything, she carried on with the briefing.<br><br>(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/ELEV_LRDYSARTCASTLEF_550.JPG)(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/ELEV_LRDYSARTCASTLER_1000.JPG)<br>The first image to show was a very nice house. Not really a castle, but definitely a manor house, built within the last fifty years. The hologram rotated slowly above the AI's terminal, allowing the team to see the house from all sides. "This is Châteaux Cervier. The name means Lynx house or Lynx Castle, according to Iffie's translation software, but it is also a pun on the French word cerveau, meaning brain. It was bought by Doctor Von Trapp a few years ago and has been heavily modified inside."<br><br>Anne shrugged and glanced around the room. "Sadly, the current plans are unavailable to us. Oni, you have about twelve hours. If you can get the updated floor plans in that time, without tripping any alarms, you will have redeemed yourself in my eyes. In the mean time, here are the plans that Iffy was able to retrieve."<br><br>The floor plans were displayed in a three-dimentional cut-away image that was also loaded directly into the implants of the team.<br>(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/DysartCastle_Base_1000.jpg)(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/DysartCastle_1_1000.jpg)(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/DysartCastle_2_1000.jpg)(http://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans-images/AR/FLR_LRDYSARTCASTLE2_1000.JPG)<br><br>"As you can see, the plans do not exactly match the images. We know that the basement level contains Maria's laboratory, and we suspect the gym and media rooms have been converted., with the study still functioning as her office. The Doctor has his own office on the ground floor, we suspect in what was the theatre, directly above his daughter's." Anne paused for breath, then went on.<br><br>"Defences... There are auto-cannon mounted at several points. We know this because Iffy was able to access the records of the company that supplied them. Again, Oni, if you are able to hack the company's secure records, we will know where they are and what the fields of fire are, but that's secondary, really, to you hacking the control system and either rendering it inoperative or spoofing it to think we aren't there."<br><br>She looked at Calvin next. "There are six human guards on patrol at night. Our employer has provided us with everything on them except how regular their bowel movements are. The important thing, though, is to take them out cleanly and quietly. Desmond, we will need a little distraction from you, something small but exciting. Not enough to alert everyone, but enough to draw all six guards to the same side of the building so that 'Longshot' can take them."<br><br>She paused, then added, "And it needs to be timed or remote, because you are needed inside."<br><br>Anne consulted her notes, inside her own implant, and went on again. "Once Oni has taken out the automated defences and Calvin has put down the human ones, we go through the front door. Reaper, that's your job. Get us in. The door is alarmed, so you'll need your tools.<br><br>"Once in, Oni and Kacy take up position in the library - which we think still functions as such. You guys guard our way out. Oni, you also have the job of detecting and overriding any internal security systems on the access to the lab. You guide Reaper and Desmond down to the lab. Reaper, you get Desmond inside it. Desmond, plant whatever you need to make it look like the place went up by accident, but make sure it is totally destroyed.<br><br>"Meanwhile I will go upstairs, and help Niki retrieve the target."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/profiles/jennifer-connelly/769-connollyprofb.jpg)</div>A new picture appeared on the holographic projector and another, much briefer file appeared in each of their implants. "This is Tisha Magnessen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95387.msg4296806#msg4296806). Tisha is a rising star in the world of biotech. Sadly for her, she is a recent acquaintance of Miss Von Trapp, and has been invited to spend a few days at Châteaux Cervier, to see how things are done. This is sad for her because her arrival is very conveniently in six hours from now. She has booked a hire car at Strasbourg Airport. Reaper, you Nikki and I will intercept her on the way to the châteaux. Niki will take her place, and infiltrate the castle, making sure that our package is ready for collection."<br><br>She cleared the screen. "Once we have the package, we make our egress the way we came in. Calvin, you cover our escape route." She checked her notes again. "We make it back to the rendezvous, and return here, where we secure the package and prepare her for her new owner. Any questions?"<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/education_&amp;_schools/cartoons/question_mark.gif)</div>Iffy displayed a big red spinning question mark until Anne sent her a very terse message, <em>Iffy, if you don't take that down, I shall allow Niki to reprogram you!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 11:12:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Reviewing his part in the mission</strong></div><br>Listening keenly to the mission, particularly parts that contained his jobs, Alexander smiled when he heard just what was expected of him. Interceptions, alarms and tactical insertions. Everything he could do, and was particularly good at. The only problem he had was baby sitting the guy that walked around with live bombs for 'safety'. Glimpsing at Kacy, he then looked to Oni. At least he can rely on her to gun down any reinforcements... Although, he was yet to rely on her to not abandon him, and the rest of the team. There again, if the place did get flooded by more guards, police, or even other mercenaries, The Reaper was confident in his abilities to get back out.<br><br>"Six guards..." Alexander said, looking up at Anne again. "Just outside, or in total? And are we confirmed there isn't some super agent butler in the house? How many people are going to be in the house at the point of insertion?" he asked her, deciding against asking about his particular spot. He was sure each person would be briefed on what part they played. Intercept the guest, travel to the Manor house, enter through the front, take the demolitions expert down to the lab, set up a bomb, and leave the way they came. A simple first mission. Something Alexander was happy about... Though that really only covered half of it. They had to break, then build this woman they were taking. And he was sure he would be forced to undertake things he wouldn't like to do so soon, but it was part of the job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 04:21:55</strong>
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				<strong>Oni: Where there’s smoke, there’s thinking</strong><br><br>Oni listened intently to the remainder of the briefing and frowned slightly. Plans were always a problem when it came to buildings. He cleared his throat at the moment they could begin asking questions, but paused to allow the scary looking gentleman with the tac-gear to speak first. Once he was answered, Oni then slightly raised his own hand “Not to be a wet blanket, but if I was a building contractor hired by a semi-reclusive multibillionaire to upgrade the inner sanctum of such a fine establishment…”<br><br>He continued “ I don’t think I would keep digitals. I will, of course, perform my due diligence and check, but I think we should be prepared to also look into whether or not the company uses an archive business, or potentially keeps the blueprints themselves. It may make things a little more troublesome, but certainly not impossible” He frowned, as if revealing the information could potentially get him shot, but if he hadn’t mentioned the possibility, then he wouldn’t be doing his job.<br><br>“I would also like to know just how much stealth you need for this? Do we want ‘Yes, this was a hack job and boy did they leave a mess’, or do we want “kidnapping performed by armed gunman, hack job suspected’?. I’ll try to adjust to your preferences, but I think the bullet holes would be more of a problem than a few fried systems. Make no mistake, Major…we’re going to try to walk into the home of one of the smartest and wealthiest families of our age…using technology that they helped develop. I know the pitfalls seem a little downplayed to the cave people and their large phallic symbols here…” He said as he thumbed the others “Are we absolutely sure that we can’t get to her while she’d out the house? Maybe find a way to get her out?”<br><br>One could tell from looking at him that he was more concerned than afraid, after all, some poor woman died so that he could keep his job…he was interested in holding on to his new lease on life for a bit.<br><hr><strong>Longshot: Pop goes the Weasel</strong><br><br>Long range recon and target servicing, along with direct eye in the sky link-up and stationary therm-optic camo. Low velocity rounds combined with highly focused kill zone shots. No prisoners or potential witnesses. Grab the target, give the place the slip, then rendezvous for the second part of the job. His role would be fairly textbook, but there was a bit of a problem with the distraction. In all honesty, he was working with a demo guy he’s never seen at work before, and he needs to trust the guy to do what he needed, which was really just small popcorn sounds in the bush. <br><br>Get them in the open, let their curiosity get the better of them, and then let the bullet get the better of their brain. Calvin gave the explosives guy a bit of a look. Something told him that he would need constant reminders of the hard currency at stake to keep his patience in check. With a bit of a chuckle, he went back to thinking of the mission. He’d have rear guard, if only because he had the technical head-start on the bug-out. Fine by him. He’d switch to those new high explosive rounds he scored to make a show of it “And the rockets’ red glare…”&nbsp; he muttered to himself with a small chuckle.<br><br>He was actually starting to enjoy himself until the wondertech started pissing his pants. Still, the guy was going in with the door knockers, and knowing he wasn’t suicidal and gung-ho about the shit gave Calvin a bit of comfort. A person concerned for their own ass could be trusted to watch yours…as long as he was lead to believe that he was joined at the hip to everyone else. <em>’To all things a purpose, and a purpose in all things’</em> He thought to himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 22:01:05</strong>
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				<strong>Anne Laughton - What is this, Trivial Pursuit?</strong><br><br>Anne nodded at Alex' questions. "Six guards total. Day shift is more but we're going in under cover of darkness, tonight at twenty-three hundred Zulu, Midnight local. The butler goes home at nine and doesn't get back until seven thirty am. FEE law does not permit the employment of a mechanical where a human could do the job acceptably, so no, there is no super-butler. People in the house, most likely three of the guards, the target, the target's father, and our insider, Niki. The other three guards are supposed to be on patrol outside."<br><br>Anne shrugged, then as Oni asked about physicals. "Oni, if you can find out where they keep them, organise a team and plan a raid to go in and get them, execute it successfully and get back here without being detected, all in the next..." She checked her watch, "Nine hours, then please do so. Otherwise, if you can't find electronic copies of the plans, we will go with what we have and improvise." She smirked. The geek had come close to being dead for the second time in less that an hour. <br><br>The other question she just shrugged. "Oni, we are going to blow the fucking place sky high. I think people will notice! And as she never actually leaves the house, according to the dossier I was sent, except under heavy armed guard, that is not, in fact, an option."<br><br>Anne shrugged. "Niki, I want you in disguise as soon as you can. You can perfect it once we have the original. Iffy, do you have the surveillance footage from Reykjavik airport?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Working on it now, Major"</tt> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95725.msg4336530#msg4336530)<br><br>"Good, girl. Oh and please give our new members the security codes and clearances they need for the IF network?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"On that too, boss"</tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 12:43:42</strong>
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				The briefing was the exact way Nikita had expected it to be. Smooth, efficient and to the point. She didn't really have much queries about it but the rest seemed to have fair bit of questions regarding the whole deal. Probably they wanted everything drafted to the point where how many steps they would take and the amount of piss breaks involved and god knows what else. She wondered if they had ever heard of the word 'improvising'. Nikita looked once again at the picture of the woman she was supposed to emulate. "Pretty, pretty thing. This is going to be fun." She murmured to herself. "Won't take much time to get ready with the disguise. I would need couple of other full body pictures and perhaps some clips of the woman."<br><br>She connected to Iffy. <em>Iffy, get me some more pictures and videos of Tisha Magnessen right now. Yes, apart from the airport footage. I need reliable voice samples, and a stock of footage to observe the mannerisms.</em><br><br><em>On it Ms. Stack.</em> Iffy responded promptly and within few seconds, the information streamed inside her implant. Scanning the information, Nikita nodded with a smile, pleased with the work. <em>Good job Iffy.</em> She sent the messege and stood up. "I think i'm going to lock myself in a room for the moment and get ready for this thing. We've got a deadline here and I like to achieve perfection in my work. It's been a pleasure meeting all of you." She smiled at everyone and walked towards one of the rooms in the back.<br><br><em>Will be ready in couple of hours, think you can pop in the room before that?</em> She sent a message to Anne over the private line and laughed to herself, shutting the door behind her and pulled out her usual gear. It was time to get to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 10:31:51</strong>
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				<b>Kacy</b><br><br>&nbsp; Kacy saw Nikita off with a slight nod in her direction, then scanned the room impatiently, deciding whether or not this signaled an end to the current meeting. She was just itching for a less formal conversation with a certain teammate about exactly what constitutes cavemanhood and just exactly where he could stick her "phallus". More broadly, she was itching to do anything apart from sitting. Kacy had more than enough trouble sitting still when she wasn't riding an adrenaline high next to the still cooling body of a gunned down woman she'd had vague plans of trying to fuck back when she was breathing, not that many minutes ago. She wondered idly where they'd be set up prior to the meeting and if they'd be bunked up in the same area together, but she wasn't bothered to ask yet. Mostly, she was concentrating on not bouncing her knee like a third grader through sheer force of will, which was in it's way a torture as unpleasant as many far more painful one's that had been tried on her in the past. Trying to keep her chest raising and falling at the same easy rate as everyone else. While her modifications made her quick as lightning in combat, it also made daily life a constant struggle not to look like a meth addict.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;So she sat, waiting, all her focus carefully honed to a point on herself, giving the impression of some kind of tightly coiled spring, carefully compressing itself onto a chair and waiting to release itself when convenient. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:59:40</strong>
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				<strong>Anne</strong><br><br><em>I'll try, darling</em>, Anne sent back to Niki, keeping her expression carefully neutral. <em>But the responsibilities of command, you know? Besides, you have a bloody mess to get stuffed into the incinerator!</em><br><br>Anne noticed Kacy's twichiness. Time for some action. "Okay, if no-one else has any more questions, I guess that concludes the briefing. Oni, get working on those plans. Whatever you can come up with would be good. Oh and try not to get yourself killed by the others. Their 'phalic symbols', as you so quaintly put it, tend to be rather lethal when masturbated in your direction!"<br><br>She drove home the message by repeating what she had done to him on the blimp, pulling her gun, pointing it at his head, and pulling the trigger as she ejected the clip. This time he didn't even blink as the hammer snapped down on the empty chamber, she was pleased to notice. "Good. Next time I'll use a revolver! Plans, get on it!"<br><br>She looked at Desmond next. "Work out what you will need for the distraction, what you would need to demolish the mansion, and what you would need to demolish half the mansion. You'll find half the basement here has been converted into an arsenal. The other half is our interrogation room and is off limits for the moment. Go through the explosive supplies, and see if everything you need is there. If there's anything missing send me a message on the IF net. I'll try and get if for you before tonight."<br><br>Calvin came next. "Longshot, I don't really have anything for you until tonight. you may as well get some rest. Same for you, Fran, sweetie, you have a big night ahead of you with your first operational role."<br><br>"Francine smiled and nodded. "Okay Major." She stood up and headed upstairs, with a subtle wink at Kacy.<br><br>Anne didn't notice, and turned to Kacy. "Kacy, I need a car. Fast, flash and stolen. I'd prefer it if you could boost it without killing anyone. Reaper, go with her. You two need to work as a team on the raid, so get to know each other on this minor job. Reaper, drive Kacy into Estavayer and cover her, then drive the vehicle you go in back here. Kacy is to steal the car. I know I don't need to say it, but I will... wear gloves?"<br><br>With that, Anne stood and headed for the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:42:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Something to do!</strong></div><br>The briefing had floated by Alexander, even though he absorbed the information, he was trying to figure out how some body so 'intelligent' would be stupid enough to call his cover team cavemen. He heard the words, and absorbed necessary information, then looked up as he was directly ordered from Anne. He almost gave a salute and acknowledgment, but realized as his hand was traveling up, and instead itched his eyebrow vacantly.<br><br>Slowly, he raised to his feet, and stretched upwards, the scars on his hands becoming more apparent, no longer hiding under the desk. And although the dog tags that hung from his neck were not visible, the chain that held them was, though looked no different from a normal necklace. Casually, he looked around the room, then at 'Oni', narrowing his eyes a little, then moving back and tucking his chair in under the table, then grabbing the sniper and assault rifles off the back of the chair, and heading back out the front door. It kind of annoyed him that Anne fucked with Oni's head, not in the literal sense. It kind of diminished the pleasure that would come from watching such a smug little bastard taste metallic.<br><br>Wandering outside, Alexander looked up at the sky, then around the grounds slowly. His motorbike was a little while away, and the Major had told the two to bond, so he may as well ride with Kacy. He knew there was going to be a problem or two, but work like this, there was no such thing as not improvising. Not kill anyone made it easier, because while a bullet silenced most anyone, fear of a gun brought on a much easier silence. Walking down off the front of the house, Alexander looked down at his hand, at the several circles that were carved in to his hand, frowning lightly, then slowly looking up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 01:22:14</strong>
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				<strong>Oni – Ho Hum</strong><br><br>Oni’s mouth turned, as if he had something bad to taste, while Anne clocked off the situation. If there were that unlucky and needed to go in for the physicals, then they were in Barney…He gave a light shrug to the women as she clocked off the 9 hour timeframe they would have for the smash and grab, and Oni figured he’d get to work. One thing did bother him, and that was that they were planning on causing extensive damage to the residence they were raiding. He honestly could not say that he understood. <br><br>If everything was running sunshine and rainbows, then the worst that happens is a few bullet holes in the wall. The guards get taken care of outside, he handles the security inside, and the others do their thing. Nikita would already be, and packaging the prisoner…where does blowing the place up come in? With a small sigh, he thought it best to just perform his part of the plan. They only needed him alive because they couldn’t use the other girl…he was as good as a replacement battery<br><br>But he was what they had for now.<br><br>His eyes twitched back to Anne when she’d mentioned his name again, and shrugged at her reminder to not get killed by the others. He was around to understand Anne enough now. Wasting the others would only fuck up her timetable. She wouldn’t cry over any one of them. He looked at the others after she had her fun with the pistol, and if she hadn’t noticed it already, she may be able to glimpse that Oni was a changed man. Not necessarily born again hard, but obviously much more comfortable with the idea of his dying…perhaps almost too comfortable, if the lack of movement from her motion was any indication.<br><br>“I’m sure we’ll all get along just fine, Major” he deadpanned while looking at the others. His body was supposed to be on the ground…his blood seeping into the hard-fucking-wood floor. He didn’t give a shit for their feelings.<br><hr><br><strong>Longshot: In the rear, with the gear</strong> <br><br>Calvin had a chuckle over the little exchange the Major had with the geek. He’d keep an eye on everyone, as that was his job…at least until the job was over. The hacker’s attempt at bravado was hardly entertaining, especially after being kept out of everyone’s Reindeer Games. Shit, even the geek had something to do! He’d slipped a relaxed eye towards Nikita as she left and chuckled. If the lady walked it like she talked it, then he’d be the last guy worried about the inside, which means he would stick to his part of the plan. His other plans for the evening seemed dashed since the Major assigned Kacy to the car boost…she was the only one he couldn’t get some kind of handle on, so he’d consider it a missed opportunity. Of course, judging by that little wink that Francine gave her while she thought no one was looking, he’d have to suspect he was fending for himself tonight.<br><br>Rest? Who could rest with the kind of characters he had around him now? Well…he could, he supposed…”If you find anything of more value regarding the outer perimeter…Oni…do send it my way” he said as he left. Oni…what kind of fucking name was that?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 21:30:51</strong>
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				<b>Kacy</b><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy grinned as her assignment was handed out - she'd been boosting cars since she was old enough to reach the pedals, so no problem there. She tipped her metal hand to Anne as she stood, saying "glove" in response to the request for gloves - not being a smartass, just a wry reminder, to herself as much as anyone, that a pair of gloves are a thing of the past for her. She looked at Oni for a moment as she stood, her eyes narrowing. Anne had already talked to him, and it wasn't for Kacy to continue the conversation. Just another rich brat, mouthing off. She turned and followed Reaper from the room, an irritated sniff directed Oni's way as she walks out.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Kacy headed towards reaper outside, more at ease than when she came in, but still tense. She forced herself to relax, carefully walking at a casual pace, her eyes darting over the scene. "So, Reaper." she spoke, the name coming easily to a girl used to gang handles - "You have a car? I'm gonna need to bring some tools - flash cars have flash security systems."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 08:03:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Behind the name</strong></div><br>'The Reaper'... His call sign. Something about it didn't set him at ease, but it was a name that didn't hold his identity. He'd been giving it after most of the soldiers he worked with had time to sit down and think about it. The cross, the prayers, and the way killing came naturally to him all added up to being the Bringer himself, as though he was doing God's dirty work of culling the unworthy. And perhaps he was, but Alexander followed the rule that god told him what to do in certain situations... But he couldn't explain that very often. People would think he was psychopathic.<br><br>"Bring your tools?" Alexander asked, with a glimpse over his shoulder. "And here I was thinking I was the only one with the knack for security..." he said, then shrugged lightly. "I Have a bike, but it is up off the main road" he told her, with a glimpse over the direction in which he'd come. "I've got tools you can use, if you want to do your own job" he told her, then glimpsed to the house behind them, idly wondering what the future held for the lot of them. Missions never went as planned - improvisation was always needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Mission Briefing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 10:38:40</strong>
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				<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br><br>&nbsp; Kacy shrugged, moving forward with a grin. "Naw, I have my tools - was just gonna have to go pick them up if we were taking your ride. Cycle won't do for this, though." She shrugged, heading past the man and leading the way to her car with a confident stride. It's important off the bat to set the right tone with the boys - ask them their preference once and they'll be trying to lead you like a puppy for the rest of your life. "Hope you don't mind a messy car, I been eating on the road since I boosted it." She strode in front of Reaper, not entirely free of the hope that the sway of her ass would incline him a bit more towards keeping her from getting shot in the upcoming adventures. She threw open the drivers doors, then tossed him the keys and slid over to the passenger seat, tossing an old McDonalds bag into the back. "Let us away" she said, gesturing expansively towards the road. "I have to prep my gear"<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - The Safe House (mission brief and following)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 11:25:45</strong>
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				<strong>Maj. Laughton</strong><br><br>Anne was in the kitchen, making lunch. Cooking was something of a hobby of hers, in this day and age of instant meals. She found it relaxing.<br><br>The two sauces for the lasagne were just about done and she was carefully grating some cheese to sprinkle on the top, when a message came in from Reaper (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100602.msg4522154#msg4522154).<br><br>She replied, and then continued cooking, wondering what the fuck had gone wrong this time. She opened a news channel on her implant, scanning it for anything out of the ordinary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - The Safe House (mission brief and following)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:04:52</strong>
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				<strong>GM POST</strong><br><br>As soon as Reaper and Kacy arrived back, Anne gave them a bollocking for not following procedure. She had specifically sent them out to get a car to use as a decoy. What the fuck did they think they were doing? Picking up a take away? If she'd just wanted a car swapped over she wouldn't have sent two of them.<br><br>Okay so the cops chancing on them had been unfortunate, but for fucks sake, bring the bodies back here, where they can be disposed of properly... Well obviously you remove the locator beacons first!<br><br>The two miscreants had missed lunch, which was unfortunate for them.<br><br>Anne bundled everyone into the Vauxhall Zafira she had rented in Geneva, except Nikki, who drove the stolen car. They drove away from the town, around the lake and across the unguarded border into the European Federation. Pretty soon they were on the road to Châteaux Cervier. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99259.msg4706542#msg4706542)
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