Inception: Reality
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				Title: <strong>Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 10:19:36</strong>
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				Amber was rustling though paper work, it was 1am and she didn't have the maze set for the teams next big assignment. She worked feverishly looking for her sketches and idea pad. Turning on her computer she closed her eyes began to try and remember everything she could about the victim. Her mind soared with idea's, thoughts, memories...<br><br>She began to type with her eyes closed, her computer program pad memorized as she designed and laid out the first level for the team. She opened her eyes and fixed a few mistakes here and there but overall wasn't satisfied with her last minute detail, she knew Cedric was going to be on her ass for falling behind. Her eyes squinted a little from the lack of light in the building. She groaned and realized she needed sleep in order to make anything happen. Reluctantly she hit the lights and vowed to be back first thing in the morning to finish things.<br><br>She crashed out in her small apartment above the building where they housed their information, the team called it The Lab, and she blacked out. Dreaming became tougher at night when she did it for a living. Finally settling into a deep slumber Amber slept for a few hours but awoke at 8am and headed back for the lab. Her mind was still fuzzy as she sat down and began reworking her mazes for level one. It was to be designed as a circular maze set inside a square one. The more complex Amber made the mazes the better chance the team had at staying alive. If the mazes weren't complicated enough projections could find the team faster. The mazes were traps to keep everyone safe while in the middle of extraction or inception.<br><br>It was something Amber enjoyed since the first day she joined the team. Something about the ability to have control and effect on pure creation, it made her feel like a Goddess to create worlds and things that never existed or never could exist in the real world. There was nothing quite like it and she needed to feed her creative hunger. It's what made Amber continue to work for the team, she was addicted to the high she felt every time she went under and created <em>her</em> world.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Exneal</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 11:26:56</strong>
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				Owaru stepped out of his car and glanced about with a neutral expression. It was the expression he always had on him. His eyes were half-closed, displaying no emotion at all. His mouth was set into a small smile and his stance was casual as he kept his hands in the pockets of his pants. He locked his car and walked over to the building known as The Lab. He had only entered it once before for the inerview, but he was still unaware of many things that he would encounter in there. Not that he cared. He knew there were secrets to be found here. Secrets, he suspected, that would change his life around forever.<br><br>However, as he arrived at the door to The Lab, he noticed another car pull into the parking lot. He stood on the steps leading to the double-door of The Lab, watching the car with a weary expression. He hadn't recieved anything that would save him from getting kicked out if someone caught him. He had hoped all the details of his job and everything would be listed inside since his last meeting with the boss was so vague.<br><br>When he saw that it was Thomas Cobb, however, he let out a brief sigh of relief. He put on a small smile that still didn't give away any apparent emotions and nodded at the man. "Good morning..." he said in a quiet and sleepy tone to the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 18:51:59</strong>
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				"Come on, come on....." Rebbecah was getting desperate. The hack she had just run via MOSSAD's central computer was both highly illegal and against Israeli government policy and she was impatiently waiting for the back-trail to finish wiping itself. Not that the illegality nor government policy were the reasons for her desperation. No, that was caused by the sun sinking rapidly towards the Mediterranean sea. Friday night in Tel Aviv was not a good time and place to be for a good Jewish girl.<br><br>If she left within the next five minutes, she could still make it home before Shabbat. Her boss, Moise, wandered past. "Good Shabbat, Rebbecah, you need to leave."<br><br>"Good Shabbat, sir. I will, in two minutes..." The computer beeped. The trace wipe was complete. Thank God. She powered the machine off and jumped up, grabbed her coat, head scarf and bag and raced to the car park. Friday evening traffic was bad as usual, but she had time.<br><br>On the drive, she pondered what she had inadvertently learned that day. How could it have happened? Well, the trail was there, once she looked for it, and it pointed to either incompetence or corruption at the very highest levels of both the Israeli military and that of her biggest ally. Should she tell someone? <em>Could</em> she tell someone? She figured she was probably in danger, certainly if anyone out there knew what she knew and knew <em>that</em> she knew. Anyone she told would be in equal danger... <br><br>Of course, she was an Israeli. Her whole existence was one of permanent danger. Israel's enemies would never stop until the nation was wiped from the map, and that meant a constant fight for existence. Rebbecah was no stranger to danger. But she was an analyst, not a field agent. She knew she would have to tell someone. <br><br>As she pulled into the parking garage, just as the sun disappeared below the Western horizon and Shabbat began, she made her mind up. She kissed her fingers and touched the mezuzah on the door jamb as she entered the apartment, humming softly to herself. "Peace unto you, ministering angels, messengers of the Most High, of the supreme King of kings, the Holy One, blessed be He..."<br><br>She raced upstairs, washed her self and lit the candles. She was not the only Jew celebrating Shabbat alone this night, but it certainly felt like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:42:40</strong>
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				Cedric stepped out of the dark sedan. It was a highly disposable for his purposes, with plates that would take far too long to be traced back to him. He saw Owaru and gave him a small nod <em>“Morning it is. We’ll have to wait to see if it’s any good. You ready to work?”</em> He allowed Owaru to enter the lab first, while he took a slow scan of the building’s surroundings. Agitated, but satisfied, he enters the building and moves up the stars. The office space they dubbed “The Lab” was easy to rent on the cheap, and out of the way enough to not attract attention to the increased activity inside. He saw Amber hard at work, as usual, and bent to take a look at what she was making. His eyes hardened as he concentrated through the maze she made. It started easy, but he slowed considerably the more he pushed forward. Smiling, he turned to her and nodded <em>“Not bad, but you should work on the beginning."</em><br><br>He took a look around and grunted. There were a few more people left to show. He didn’t blame their timing. The route he took to the lab took about three times as long as usual, and that was just to try and drop some of the tails he may or may not have had on him. Smoothly, he slipped a Smith &amp; Wesson .40 cal pistol from his shoulder holster and set it beside him on the table. It wasn’t some brutish show of force, but a precaution against surprise. He got caught with his gun in his holster once, a long time ago, and thought it best not to repeat the mistake. Cedric was a man who tried hard to learn from those. <em>“So where are we? I’m sure we can do a little pre-lim brainstorming before the main event. Can anyone think of someone else they would like to involve in an extraction on a heavily fortified mind?”</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:15:46</strong>
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				The apartment was okay.<br><br>It had two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen and reception room, a little dull but nothing a coat of paint wouldn't have cleared up, and came furnished with the basics. A real tenant could have gotten it to look more than liveable but the current inhabitant cared little about it. Her packed bags still laid on the bed in one of the rooms, just flipped open and with clothes spread across it in a disarray that made one think about a quick getaway gone wrong. Sleep had come to Dali on the couch or even in the chair she had put up next to a table a small ways in from the window, table spread with binoculars of different kinds.<br><br>Dali had chosen the flat simply because of the view over her latest target, from her vantage point she saw most of the things she could use but spying like that had a bleak flavour for the georgian. Still, the pictures she had collected so far made the day pass. She didn't know what this woman knew or why anyone would want it, she just knew Rebeccah was a person of interest for someone and that there might be a dive. And if that happened, someone had to know everything about her. Lucky Dali, that someone was her.<br><br>Friday evening Dali's target left her work in a hurry, going straight home as the blonde in a small, pretty nondescript, older car followed with some leeway after having recognized the streets as being the way home. With very little understanding of judaism Dali didn't understand quite why she was rushing so before she came into her hideout and could check the camcorder to see what had happened so far. Then she just sat down where she had the best view, letting her eyes relax into her favourite mounted binoculars.<br><br>Amber was supposed to give a ring on the computer when it was ready to report, the secure link and all that was stuff Dali really had no interest in and if anyone wanted to stalk her she'd turn the tables fast enough she supposed. Still, she did have a few names which she needed to have checked out, the new shifter guy would probably need pictures of them to be able to get things right but there was still time. They had to get here after all.<br><br>The blonde sighed softly in her mind reached out to caress the image of Rebeccah walking past a window, her hands still and quiet though as it would just ruin the image if she actually did it. In the quiet of the evening Dali's stomach growled loudly but like many times before the young woman ignored it, rather watching her pretty prey than doing something to still her hunger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:15:59</strong>
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				Rebbecah said her prayers and performed the Shabbat ritual over the candles while her dinner microwaved itself. Not the most traditional Shabbat feast, in fact there was aschool of thought that said using a microwave after sundown on a Friday counted as work and was thus breaking Shabbat. But Rebbecah really had no choice. She was hungry, she had to eat and the box proclaimed itself to be the very latest thing for the Jew living alone.<br><br>She tucked in hungrily. As microwave TV dinners went, it wasn't half bad.<br><br>She turned on the TV, and then, totally unaware that she was being watched from across the street, took off her blouse and skirt that she wore to the office. She pulled on a light silken robe - imitation, there was no way she could afford the real thing on her salary, and went over to the balcony, opening the double doors and stepping out. The noise of down-town Tel-Aviv carried up to her, the lights of a cargo ship out to sea caught her eye.<br><br>Her job was an intelligence analyst. She gathered data, stored it and processed it. The fact that an apartment in the block across the street had no lights on registered in her mind. Empty apartment. The associations were automatic... Possible terrorist hide-out, possible drug smuggling hide-out, possible police safe-house... She slapped her forehead, in a gesture that was almost a caricature of itself. <em>Shut up, brain. It's just an empty apartment. Vey!</em><br><br>She turned and went back inside, leaving the balcony doors open to let the cool evening air in, relying on her bug-zapper to deal with any pests that might choose to enter that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:22:52</strong>
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				Amber continued to work feverishly on the mazes. An alarm went off and she knew she had to do a satellite link for Dali....She groaned almost forgetting all about it. Her eyes went back to the intricate design as she heard Cedric's comment about the beginning "I will work on it!" She said with a half smile. Truth was she had two other levels to complete if the job was ever going to get off the ground...<br><br>Each level needed a specific hide away, and a way for the team to make quick escapes if need be. The mazes within the maze would buy them time but in the off chance something went wrong the entire team needed an escape root. Amber created a direct tunnel leading out of the main room of level one where the team could come for safety. After establishing that point she turned her attention to Dali.<br><br>The phone was ringing on the other end and finally Amber said "Chanel three." And hung up, the network was secure but in times like these it was hard to know what was actually going on across the world. She set the computer screen up and made it so it projected to a flat screen and she took her seat as the images loaded "Okay guys Dali should be up any second..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:25:58</strong>
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				<strong><em>Aleksei Romanov</em></strong>[/i]<br>Humming an old tune as he walked up the stairs, Aleksei’s stomach grumbled for what would have been the third time now since he’s been out shopping. His backpack contained a few choice ingredients that he didn’t trust taking with him on the plane, lest they be useless when he arrived at his destination. With a silent curse at his own body’s impatience, Aleksei soldiered on to their floor, before attempting to make way for another person on the way down. The bags he held were more than enough to fill the small stairwell, and all Aleksei could do was shrug at the man and hope for a little compassion.<br>With a grunt, the man moved to the side of the stairwell opposite the chemist, and Aleksei did his best to make the transition as swift as possible. Muttering his apologies in Hebrew, he was glad that he always tried to learn a few words in the places he was going. There was the usual “how much?” and the all-time favorite “where’s the toilet”. Everything else could be handled by overpaying, or hand-gestures. With a huff, he arrived at the apartment, where his attempt to juggle multiple items in his hands cost him a set of falling keys. The jiggled clash of the keys against the wood made him turn to the sides of the hallway self-consciously, as if he was expecting the Mossad to use this exact moment to take him. <br>Slowly…ever so slowly, he bent his legs to reach for the keys while still maintaining possession of his items. It would have been easier to simply set the bags down, but he firmly believed that more could go wrong with his bags <strong>not</strong> in his hands, than the opposite. With a sweat-inducing reach and crouch, Aleksei smiled wide as his fingers scooped the keys from the floor. With the last bit of his flagging strength, he managed to unlock the door and go into the apartment in a rush. Breathing a little hard, he moved the bags to a table before locking the door. <br>After everything was placed to his liking, only then did he turn to his younger employer. She was sitting sentry on the target’s apartment again…which was beginning to make him a little uneasy. He said nothing to her, since his words probably wouldn’t reach her while she was hard at work. All he did was open the Styrofoam trays of food. One had a good portion of grilled fish, and another with rice. He got a few other items she had requested, but for his tastes, this would probably be the best way to go. He waited respectfully for her. Mentally timing how long it would take for the smell to hit her while a smirk plays across his face.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 07:07:02</strong>
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				Dali found herself holding her breath when her target started to undress without a single thought about being watched, leading to her taking a deep inhale of breath after a while and thus discovering that there was food waiting for her. Sitting up straight as Rebeccah ventured back inside Dali gave one last look at the open balcony door before standing up to move towards where Aleksei had deposited the food, glancing over his smirk and blushing unexplainably as she grabbed the plate he had been so thoughtful and readied for her.<br><br>"It's time to report soon"<br>Mumbling softly in russian Dali sat down to eat, looking every bit as young as she was and hiding the crazy look in her eyes.<br>"It would have been good to go over there now but I don't have time."<br><br>It wasn't the idea of alerting Rebeccah or even ending up in a fight with her that put Dali off, growing up in the racist city of Moscow had taught her how to endure being beaten up and even how to give it back as hard as she got, but rather the idea that it would lessen the sweetness of getting to know the woman better. There was after all plenty of time to do that later but the thoughts were spinning as she ate like a hungry wold, or starved teenager like she was.<br><br>Dali had just finished eating when the phone rang, a look at Aleksei later she answered and heard the words that she repeated to him so that he could begin the transmission.<br>"Good evening. I hope you've recieved all the pictures I've sent. I've included both blueprints of the building our target lives in and as much photographs of her apartment that I've been able to take."<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Plan.jpg)(http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/images/neve-tzedek08.jpg)<br><br>Dali's english wasn't superb but it was feasable.<br>"As you can see, the apartment is not in good condition but good security, reinforced steel door to the street, double locked apartment door. Oh and the stairwell echoes terribly. Inside she doesn't have a lot of furniture and most of it is cheap, a CRT tv, some bookshelves... Oh and the airconditioner went down while I was in there... Anyway, she's got a nice waterbed though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 12:28:24</strong>
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				<em>Aleksei Romanov</em><br><br>Aleksei saw the sudden inhale from Dali, and arched an eyebrow. That couldn’t have been from the food, but it still served his purpose. While she walked to the food, he gave it a little wave of his hand, like a presenter, before they both began to eat. They ate in silence, which didn’t bother Aleksei at all. It was a comfortable silence, and also gave him a chance to observe the observer. He couldn’t help but notice that she looked a tad too young to be tied up in all of this, but she had the money, and she found <strong>him</strong> well enough. He’d just let her do what she does best, and hope she allows him the same courtesy.<br><br>His ears suddenly perked up at the idea that she would go over there, while the target was in the apartment <em>”You can’t be serious”</em> he balked, pushing the last bit of his food away. <em>”Right now we’re the only two people here, which means no calling for help if we’re suddenly caught looking suspicious near a Mossad agent’s quarters!”</em> His voice was low, tensed, and full of concern. His life may not have been spectacular, but it was his life and he wanted to live it after this job. <br><br>The phone ringed just as they finished. A look from Dali got him up and moving to the powerful laptop. Connecting to Amber’s network was blessedly easier than he thought it would be. The large part of the screen showed the others in the lab, while the smaller screen showed their own area. He made way for Dali to start the presentation on the target as he looked over his own notes to make sure he had the materials needed for what they had talked about this far with Cedric. Once Dali was done, he’d probably have a few questions to answer himself, so he thought it best to be prepared.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 06:32:10</strong>
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				Amber began taking notes as Dali briefed them on what was happening. Her fingers typed quickly as she scanned and copied the pictures of the apartment front and building layout. She knew those images would help her in the long run for designing the place. "Uhm, Dali anything else I should know about surroundings? Place of work? Anything? Just making sure I have it all." Her eyes flickered up to the screen to see the woman.<br><br>Her fingers kept at work as she scanned the pictures Dali had sent along with all her other information "Well I think I have enough, when should we fly out?" She turned her eyes to Cedric. He would have the final say but Amber was pretty sure she was ready and as well prepared as she could be for this target. All the mazes were near completion and it wouldn't take anything to finish them by sunset today.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 09:28:45</strong>
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				Rebbecah Left the balcony windows open and shed the rest of her clothes as she made her way first to the toilet, and then to the bathroom. A quick cool shower took the sweat and grime of the day off her and she felt refreshed. The smell of roast lamb drifted up from the floor below and she sighed.<br><br>Living alone, the biggest danger was talking to yourself. She refused to do so, and hummed a cheerful tune instead as she climbed into bed. Maybe tomorrow night she would have some company, she decided. Yes, at sundown tomorrow she would give that girl a call, the busty blonde one. What was her name? Maria? A gentile name, but so what?<br><br>Rebbecah sighed in anticipation, rolled over and went to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 00:55:50</strong>
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				<em>Cedric Davis</em><br><br>He made very few notes as Dali was giving her presentation. He had to pull himself away from the details he usually loved to immerse himself in. This is what a team is for. He just has to make sure everyone’s on their toes. Looking up at the screen, he began to speak <em>”Good stuff, so far, Dali. We’re going to need an in for our Shifter. Is there anyone there that she trusts enough to help us gain access to her once we’re inside? Also, we need to have a better understanding of her outside activities. Does she order out? Go to bars? Something that we can use to get access to her, without having to blow her door down. </em> <br><br>Making a few more notes on his pad, he looked over to Amber as she voiced her opinion about their information. He smiled in a way that may have reminded her of a grandparent or older friend. It was a smile that remembered what it was like to be chomping at the bit. With a small shrug, he slowly stood to make sure he had everyone’s attention. <em>”We’re going to be wheels up in two days. In those two days, Dali, I’m going to need a few more access points for our special friend. I’m going to need you…</em> As he point to Amber <em> “…to make sure those levels are good to go by V-day. I’m also going to need more information for Owaru, because I don’t think we’re ready just yet. I want to leave soon because we’re going to need to get there anyway. Dali, can your apartment take all of us? Trying to find accommodations like this is going to look bad. It would be best to use what we already have.</em><br><br>As he sat back down, he slowly crossed his legs. He felt that he touched on most of the issues that he’d written down, but no plan survives contact with the enemy…none. We’d have to do his best to adjust as need saw fit, and take things from there. After Dali answered his inquiries, he nodded and jotted a few more notes down. <em>“Dali, could you please give us a moment to question your friend Aleksei as well? We’re going to need something serious if we have to go down as deep as I think we do, and I want to make sure he’s up to it</em>. He had only spoken to Aleksei a few times, so finding out what he’s been able to create with the time he’s been given, is something he’d like to know now. Chemists weren’t easy to find, and he’d have to start now if he wanted a spare.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 12:50:25</strong>
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				"I'm not going, relax."<br>Dismissing his concerns about how safe it was to snoop around a Mossad agent Dali smiled gingerly at Aleksei, not really used to having someone around who knew what she was up to.<br><br>Turning back to the monitor and the webcam Dali settled in more comfortably on the chair.<br>"Well Amber, I only have the generic photos of her work place since I didn't want to draw attention there, I think it's hard to stake out Mossad Headquarters so I suggest we leave that alone. I'll see what I can find though. In her apartment she has beige walls but I think they used to be blue, some of the paint is cracking and some of the wall behind her bookcases look bluish. Fittings look cheap, kitchen has an electrical cooker, a separate fridge with freezer for meat and one for vegetables and dairy. She doesn't seem to cook a lot. Oh and the pots along the windows that you see on this photo hold dried lavendar, she has them in all the windows. The tiles on the floors are faux stone."<br><br>Changing the photos on the screen Dali ran a hand through her blonde hair.<br>"On work days she's just going straight from home to work and then back again, I think she eats lunch at the premises. I haven't really sen what she does on the weekends but from what I've gathered from other sources she's goes to a couple of different clubs on Saturdays, one is called Evita, it's a gay club and I found that the webpage has some pictures that will have to do before I can take some of my own. Another favourite is Be't Ha'Shoeva, same there. Now... as for people..."<br><br>Having jotted down a few notes as well Dali had plopped a pen in her mouth as she looked around for the right paper, organization in presentation was never her strong point but the amount of things she could find out was outstanding normally.<br>"Let's see here... Her friends all think she works in insurance from what I've understood. This girl here is something of a love-interest I think."<br>(http://mybuxombeauties.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/213.jpg)<br>"Her name is Maria Van Hestic, parents are Dutch and she grew up on a Kibbutz but now lives and works in Tel Aviv. So far they're not serious but it seems that Rebeccah likes her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:58:03</strong>
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				Amber nodded and took all the notes down about what the place looked like. She was typing up diagrams so she could mold the maze models to the floor plan Dali had sent. She also did an internet search of the club Dali mentioned, not sure if they were going to need it or not, it was always better to be prepared. She looked up at the screen as the picture down loaded and Amber looked at Owaru with a giggle "You gonna shift into her?" She teased, knowing this wasn't the time but she still thought it was funny.<br><br>She sighed as Cedric said they weren't ready...She was itching to get moving on this but knew he was right. She nodded her head and said "I promise everything will be done and ready by tonight. I can leave the models out for you to test if you'd like." She smiled softly and went back to computer screen, she copied and saved the file of the girl Dali had sent and placed it in the files with the victim's other information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 04:16:52</strong>
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				<em><strong>Cedric Davis</strong></em><br><br>Cedric leaned over to slowly pat amber on the back <em>“I know you’ll do fine. Why else would I have brought you on?”</em>. He was going to say something else before Dali sent over the picture of Maria, and then he seemed to conveniently forget. Sounding as stern as possible, he mentioned to Dali <em>”Well, it does seem that she keeps her hands full while not at work. Maybe there’s something we can do on that end?”</em> Standing up again, he moved a little closer to the camera before turning to the crew on his side <em>”Anyone else with questions regarding the intel we have on the victim will have to wait for now. We need Aleksei to tell us just how we’re going to perform this job on the chemical side. Think you’re up for that Aleksei?”</em><br><br><em><strong>Aleksei Romanov</strong></em><br><br>Aleksei cleared his throat and awkwardly moved half his face into the camera <em>Ahhhh, yes Cedric…I can tell you what I’ve been thinking of for this situation, and you can let me know your opinion of it.”</em>. He lugged his briefcase, containing the sleep synch, closer to the camera. He made sure that he was repositioned and closer to Dali before holding up a vial and continuing. <em>”I had helped brainstorm this idea with another Chemist, who’s currently working on another project. He is significantly better than me, but since I helped him develop the idea, I should be able to carry it through.”</em> His confidence in himself could wane at times, but his confidence in his materials conquered all as he slipped a syringe into the vial. Pulling ever so slowly, he spoke as if he was giving a dissertation in front of a professor<br><br><em>“What I have in my hand is made of a bio-chemical compound with too long of a name for you all to worry about. What it does is cause absolute isolation while you all are under. Sound and pain, all will be distant and unfeeling while this drug takes effect. The special thing about it, is that it still allows stimulus to your inner-eardrum. Have you ever had the feeling you were falling while asleep, and then suddenly wake up? This is exactly what occurs with this drug. I would be happy to show you all a test of the product, if Dali wouldn’t mind</em> He grins, a little embarrassed because he knew he wanted to show the drug at work, but thought he’d do it while everyone was on site.&nbsp; Right now, Dali would be is only test subject<br><br>After a small pause, he adds helpfully <em>“Though Dali’s assistance isn’t necessary right now…I’d be happy to give the group a demonstration of the materials when you all arrive.”</em>Though his Russian accent came through in his speech, his word structure is evidence alone of his education. He only thought of it when he had to speak in front of groups, which are natural times for feeling overly self-conscious. The syringe was still pointed at Dali, and he slowly moved it away from her, lest she feel he was going to poke her whether she wanted it or not. <em>”In any case, the kick as we call it, seems to be the best way to get through a possibly interesting time in Israel, yes? I wasn’t able to look up this holiday, but we can look forward to an uninterrupted dive when everything is in order”</em><br><br><em>”The only problem is, if you have to go through multiple levels, then you’ll need me in on at least the first part of it. That means we’ll need someone trustworthy to hold the reins while we’re running around in her head. I wouldn’t know who to get for that. Other than that, we’ll be taken care of on the chemical side, Cedric.”</em> Aleksei didn’t give time for a Q&amp;A as he darted back off camera. He hated speaking to groups…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Exneal</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 13:26:36</strong>
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				Owaru had entered the room silently at the beggining of the meeting, creeping to stand beside the door with his hands placed inside of his pockets casually. He remained quiet during all of the meeting, taking in all the information these people had gathered for their mission. He himself didn't know anything about the target or the objective before now. However, the more he listened, the more things clicked into his mind and the more the fog seemed to be lifted from this mysterious project.<br><br>When the blueprints from the home were presented, he narrowed his eyes as if to take a mental picture of it. He knew they would all get a copy of it at some point or at least expected to get one, but he somehow thought that the security meassures were going to be an important obstacle. He kept on running mental calculations in his mind, imagining different approaches with different identities, while listening every now and then on the talk about the mission He was never really one for participating in brainstorming unless directly asked. But all will to imagine died out when he saw the picture of the "identity" he would have to assume.<br><br>"This is going to be a pain..." he mumbled to himself with a cringe. The image of the woman, Maria Van Hestic, stood large and taunting in front of him, like a bad joke. Ambers remark made him glance at her with a weak smile. But as he did so, it clicked. She was going to be a perfect cover. Not only because of the language but also because of the emotional attachment with the Victim. The idea was genius, even if it meant he would more than likely have to do things he was later going to regret.<br><br>His attention was taken away from the possible flriting he might have to do when Aleksei began to explain about the drug. This was his main concern for the job since he didn't know what kind of substance they would use. His vague descriptions and the lack of scientific terms made him doubtful, but he refrained from saying anything. He would rather wait and observe the reactions of the rest of the team.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 14:16:43</strong>
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				Dali, who seemed almost manically confident when it came to follow Rebeccah around, sort of shrunk when Aleksei positioned himself closer to her, her hands tightly clasped on her lap and her eyes stubbornly staring down at said hands. It was as if this woman who had no limits about someones personal space and privacy had no real ability to actually be around people aware of her.<br><br>With her skin prickling as Aleksei explained things so close to her ear Dali looked up under her unruly hair and long eyelashes, the reflection of Aleksei extracting his miracle drought into a syringe making her heart beat faster and she could feel the palpitations of her arteries untill her blood almost whizzed in her ears. Flustered when he finally moved off and then left the camera alltogether the petite blonde closed her eyes for a moment.<br><br>The moment of silence only lasted for a bit before Dali's eyes flew open again, honey brown pools of liquid madness disguised as eyes, and she leaned forward at the camera, her lips parting at the prospect of talking more about her current favourite subject. <br>"I don't think she trusts this girl though, I have more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Exneal</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 21:03:27</strong>
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				Owaru folded his arms over his chest and took a step forward, recealving his face in the light of the projector. His whole expression seemed blank and devoted of emotion and his words came out as a neutral drone. "Well..." he said quietly to Dali. "She does have potential to gain her trust or at least pay a visit to her appartment. That alone could get us what we need. However, if you have others, I would like to see and know about them. We cannot discard any possibility"<br><br>His eyes met Dalis for a moment through the camera, as if trying to study her. He then glanced around at the rest of the team once before returning his eyes to the screen. The more possibilities they had, the better, but they would have to choose one here and now. He had seen a lot of people and acted in many different ways towards them, but he was still new to this "Shifter" position. He would need time to blend into the character he was to play.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:02:59</strong>
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				Cedric nodded at Owaru’s words and looked to the screen <em>“I wouldn’t be the one to complain about seeing a girl with those kinds of attributes in action, but the reality of it is that I really don’t feel that the victim provides secrets to her partners, no matter how soft their pillows are.”</em> He couldn’t help but chuckle before continuing <em>”Do we have any authoritative figures, Dali? We need someone trusted that has been with her for the long haul. That’s our way in to the heavily secure spots. I want to remind you all, we are dealing with a trained subconscious, here. Sooner or later, she will sniff us coming. We’ll have to be ready when she does”</em><br><br>Walking amongst the group, Cedric’s eyes engaged them for a brief moment in passing. He tried to gauge their readiness, and found himself unable to even assess his own. Almost as an after-thought, he looked once more to the screen, an index finger waving absently <em>”Don’t worry about the baby-sitter, Aleksei. I’ll take care of that.”</em> He would have hated to leave such a small, but important aspect of the mission up to the last minute, and had already contacted The Colonel about possible assets in the area. Though it was clear he wouldn’t be able to lend him much in the way of assets, he was sure he could grab a small team of watchdogs when everything was in place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inception: Reality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 11:58:14</strong>
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				A shivering breath came from Dali's lucious lips, her dilated pupils making her eyes appear so very dark that it was hard to tell where the honey brown of the irises started.<br>"Army buddies. I have a few names but not yet real detailed intel, I've probed a bit but I concentrated on her for now however I think captain Abram Vastie, her old commanding officer, would be her closest friend confidence wise. I'll send a profile of him as per usuall encrypted mail if that's allright Amber?"<br>Flitting her eyes over to the woman on the other end of the screen Dali was only barely managing to look as if she was on the right side of the crazy edge.''<br><br>"As for relatives and family, closest living one would be her uncle in the States with family. Same goes for them, I'll see if I can get a friend of mine to take some pictures of them."<br>The blonde girl tilted her head slightly to the side, glancing over to the windows as if she was simply waiting to get back to her vigilance.
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