Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer & Jefepato)
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				Title: <strong>Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 06:25:25</strong>
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				He was Jean Letorneau, a young Frenchman and history student.<br><br>He was also Captain Capitulate, nova and elite agent of DeVries National Tactical Solutions.&nbsp; Most of the other young elites assumed he'd done something to annoy Bruce Sauvage, the eccentric nova who designed nearly every DeVries elite's identity, but it was nothing of the sort.&nbsp; Apparently, he actually <em>liked</em> the joke.<br><br>Jean had been pronounced ready to take on his first actual mission just over a week ago, and a few hours previous, he'd been informed that they finally had a job for him.<br><br>In a small briefing room in the Namibian DVNTS compound, Jean found himself sitting across the table from Corinne Holden, a DeVries recruiter not much older than himself, who was dressed in a smart-looking skirted suit.&nbsp; She blushed a bit when she set eyes on him -- a reaction he'd seen frequently since his eruption -- but kept her professional manner under control.<br><br>"I hope you're ready for your first job, Mr. Letorneau."&nbsp; A viewscreen lit up on the wall, displaying an enlarged map of Africa, with a northwestern country highlighted.&nbsp; "This is the republic of Mauritania.&nbsp; I don't know if you've been keeping up with the news, but there's just been a coup of sorts.&nbsp; In brief, a disaffected military leader seized President Abdallahi yesterday.&nbsp; Someone close to him contacted us shortly afterward.&nbsp; They want the president freed, and a stop put to the takeover before it goes too far.&nbsp; Preferably with a minimum of bloodshed."&nbsp; She flipped through his file.&nbsp; "I won't lie.&nbsp; If you're prepared to take this on, it's quite a task for your first job, but they tell me you've proven nearly immune to small arms fire.&nbsp; The rebel soldiers aren't going to be prepared for nova opposition, and of course you'll be supplied with the best equipment."<br><br>As far as Jean could tell, although she hadn't given him much detail, she was being brief for clarity's sake and not deliberately leaving important information out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 07:01:02</strong>
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				He nods. " No Novas being signed over to their side, no incongruously high-tech weaponry that they've mysteriously found for themselves, then?" he asks, with a slight wry smile. His accent is noticeable, but smooth, adding just a hint of exotic nature to his voice. " I should be able to infiltrate well enough, in that case. Tell me, do we have any good quality photographs, that sort of thing, of the military leader and his people? Might let me sneak in a bit quicker. And they have any preferences for how to stop the coup? Are we talking a full on display of shock and awe, or simply...' He grins. 'Having their leader dance the hemp fandango?' He leans back in his chair, studying the place. 'Furthermore... What would be the recommended way to enter the country? Taking a flight? Crossing the border via automobile? I doubt I will need any heavy equipment for this, it sounds like it would be best served by a delicate touch." It's his first mission, and it'd seem wise to have a good idea of what's going on... He enjoys keeping a certain air of mystery of just how far his talents go. It makes people a lot more careful when they don't know exactly what their enemy is capable of, and he likes that. <br><br>" As far as equipment goes, I think that all I should need is said information on the Military leader and his people, a passport, a reasonable ID, and transport into the country." He smiles. " And possibly a carton of cigarettes. Unfiltered, of course." He smiles. " Anything else that might be worth knowing about the area? Any particular customs that I should be aware of?"<br><br>He does enjoy the name, and indeed, his sense of humor was an unusual one. The young Frenchman stood about six feet even, lean and wiry, dressed in an understated black shirt and pair of jeans, the Eufiber colony that he wore in an incongruously quiet display. Like everything else about Jean, it was purposefully misleading, an active camouflage. He enjoyed being a Nova, but more than that, he enjoyed being an unremarkable- if there was such a thing- Nova. Fate had been kind, his genetic lineage good, something like that, but his control over Quantum, from the moment he had Erupted, had been phenomenal- And he preferred to keep that a secret. Even his DeVries application was a smoke-screen, not revealing all of his powers. He felt it was best to save them for a rainy day, really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 06:03:47</strong>
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				"Even if the rebellious faction could afford elite services, it's unlikely they thought they'd <em>need</em> them.&nbsp; Believe me, we wouldn't send you on your first assignment alone if you were expected."&nbsp; A click, and a headshot of an Arabic man with a well-groomed mustache appeared on the screen.&nbsp; "This is General Mohamed Ould Abdel Aziz.&nbsp; He's set himself up as the new 'President.'&nbsp; You'll want to do whatever's necessary to remove him and his top aides."&nbsp; A series of photos scrolled by.&nbsp; "Our client would prefer that they be taken alive, however, so that justice can be done through...the proper channels."<br><br>Corinne sounded ambivalent on terms like "proper" and "justice," but that was fairly typical of DeVries.&nbsp; There wasn't much point in forming an opinion as to which third-world government was more legitimate than the other.<br><br>"Unless you'd prefer a different approach, we'll put you in via HALO drop."&nbsp; Maps were scrolling by on the computer.&nbsp; "Their official language is Arabic, but French is quite commonly spoken there.&nbsp; Mauritania is almost wholly Muslim -- it's about the only thing they all agree on, and sharia is at least theoretically the law of the land, not that what you'll be doing is any more illegal than what Aziz just did.&nbsp; Other than that, I don't think you'll have much to worry about."&nbsp; She gave him a smile.&nbsp; "The equipment you want won't be a problem.&nbsp; Any further questions?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 01:23:19</strong>
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				He nods. " HALO drop sounds fine to me. Proper justice, hmmm?" He smiles. " Nonlethal force only then, of course." He stands up. " When will I be shipping out?" he asks, studying the man quietly, studying him, committing him to memory as best as he can. " Sharia? Well, hopefully I won't give great insult to anyone... I'll remember to keep my feet planted on the ground." He stands up, smiling. " I'm sure things will go swimmingly." he says with a slight smile.<br><br>He isn't aware of much about the political state there, but it seems a very fair bet that a military coup-led government in a third world government has never been known for being better than the government it replaced. " Any information available on either of there whereabouts, and the likely defenses?" he asks, looking over the picture. " That should be all." He gives Corinne a smile. " I'll be sure I don't disappoint."
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 08:57:24</strong>
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				"We know exactly where Aziz is...at least, while his council is meeting.&nbsp; Their government's operations aren't so well hidden."&nbsp; A building was highlighted on the map, followed by several more in a different color.&nbsp; "We've got a couple of suspected locations for President Abdallahi.&nbsp; Our client expects both locations to be guarded heavily."<br><br>"Mauritania isn't a wealthy country yet.&nbsp; Most of their military men are likely to be armed with Uzis and other cheap submachine guns.&nbsp; Of course, their military certainly has access to more powerful weapons, but it's difficult to aim a rocket-propelled grenade at a human target."&nbsp; Corinne was typing rapidly. "We have no reason to believe they have access to substantially more advanced weapons.&nbsp; If you're ready, your plane can lift off this afternoon." 
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 19:39:37</strong>
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				He nods. " Sounds like a deal. What sort of extraction are we looking at?" He's already going over strategy in his mind- Finding the president should go first, as it'll be far more delicate an operation than attempting to kill the military leader- He can afford to get a bit collateral damage with that. " I'll be there." He smiles. " Here's to success." He's already running over the possible difficulties in his mind, considering it quietly... First things first, he'll be needing to find a good safehouse in the city. He considers this as he heads to the landing field to take the plane. Submachineguns shouldn't be any trouble, but it might get a bit exciting if somebody breaks out an RPG, he'd rather not show how quick he is for something that mundane.
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 00:50:44</strong>
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				"If everything goes well, a helicopter extraction should be simple.&nbsp; If, well, anything goes badly...we'll do everything we can to get a chopper to you."<br><br>Of course, if he failed so badly that DeVries had to blast his way out of Mauritania, his career wasn't going to have the brightest of futures.<br><br>A few hours later, Jean found himself on the plane, along with a decent-looking set of fake papers (not that they'd stop him from looking horribly out of place in Mauritania), a carton of unfiltered cigarettes, and a small, unobtrusive earpiece to keep him in touch with DeVries.&nbsp; "We're almost over the location you requested, sir," the pilot called back, as they neared the Palace of the Congress, where the client apparently suspected President Abdallahi would be held.&nbsp; "Are you ready?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 05:14:07</strong>
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				He smiles. " Quite so." He stands up, looking over the papers, quietly stowing the carton in a small bag exuded from the Eufiber, along with the papers, studying the information on the people in the government, studying for anyone who looks like they would be able to get in close to the president, someone who might be able to get in close to the man. As for the president, he'll have to study the palace, but he has confidence in his stealth abilities... He grins, standing up. " Wish me luck, pilot." He signals for the man to open the door, and takes a flying leap out- He's never been sure just how tough he is, but he's confident that he can survive terminal velocity, and recover from anything that happens... It'll be far more unnoticeable, for that matter. He rockets down out of the sky, landing on the ground with a thump, standing up slowly, brushing off his suit a bit- His legs are a bit beaten up, but as he releases a burst of Quantum through his body, the muscles reknit themselves, body aligning itself back into order. He smiles as he studies the Congressional Palace- He should go far less noticed thanks to this method of landing, and he gets his bearings of where exactly he is.<br><br>(1 lethal level taken, healed with Quantum, 74/75 Quantum Points.)
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 08:16:26</strong>
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				"Good luck, sir -- whoa!"&nbsp; The pilot can only watch as Jean plummets, but the nova's landing is only mildly painful, and the bruises heal quickly as he looks around.<br><br>The Palace isn't terribly large by Western standards, only a few stories tall, though it certainly dwarfs any of the other buildings he can see from here.&nbsp; Jean can see several guards in front of the building, holding small submachine guns; they look up as they hear the <em>thump</em> of his landing, but evidently think nothing of it, and relax somewhat after a moment.<br><br>The building definitely looks overly nice for a nation as poor as Mauritania, but that's how this sort of thing goes.&nbsp; A trio of guards stands near the front door of the Palace, looking as though they don't expect any real trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 08:47:56</strong>
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				Jean quietly studies them before breathing in, focusing the quantum around him to deaden his presence in the world, as he carefully takes a roundabout approach to the palace. As he reaches the edge, he carefully approaches the guards from the side, his eufiber clothing shifting color to be less obtrusive, blending somewhat with the walls as he approaches silently. He waits patiently for the guards to all have their eyes off of him, for just a single moment where they're not watching, and he moves quickly, stepping behind them, trying to stay as unobtrusive as possible, quickly slipping into the building, keeping his eyes peeled for any other guards.<br><br>(Catfooted, 1 quantum point, 73/75. Changes Eufiber to be as blending in as possible, doubtful if it'll give a bonus, but at the very least, it WON'T give a penalty. Stealth pool is 10, plus three mega-dice, and three bonus successes from Cat-footed. Staying good and under the radar.)
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 19:44:47</strong>
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				Jean doesn't make a sound as he approaches, and the guards seem to have decided that whatever they heard a minute ago was nothing important.&nbsp; It's easy to slip past them after a moment.<br><br>The palace's front hall is spacious and well-lit, and nicely decorated.&nbsp; A double stairway leads up to a balcony above, with doorways leading in various directions on both floors.&nbsp; Half a dozen guards, armed similarly to those outside, patrol the room, two above and four on the ground level.&nbsp; The guards look relatively relaxed, probably not expecting trouble, and Jean is able to duck into a shadow near the entrance before any of them look his way.&nbsp; They don't seem to notice his entrance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 03:42:17</strong>
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				Jean breathes in, moving towards the door. It takes a bit of waiting, but he waits for the moment when the men are otherwise distracted, looking in other directions, and moves like a shadow, a brief movement as he opens the door and slides through quickly, closing it smoothly, leaving it silent, eyes open to make sure he didn't just walk in on anybody as he enters the hallway, breathing out carefully. He figures it would be best to figure out where the president is, take out the electricity in the building if he can, and then get the president out of there.<br><br>(Same level of crazy-ass mofoing stealth.)
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 08:00:48</strong>
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				It's close -- one of the guards, casually turning, <em>almost</em> takes note of the passing nova -- but Jean makes it through unnoticed.&nbsp; Nobody is visible in the hallway he's in.<br><br>It's not terribly difficult to move around the palace unseen, if he avoids wide, open spaces.&nbsp; There's a fair number of guards, though many are off duty, but it doesn't look like much actual government business is being conducted in the Palace lately.&nbsp; A certain room on the second floor has quite a few guards around it, though, as if something rather important were inside.<br><br>Jean easily finds the fuse box, in a closet on the first floor.&nbsp; No one's guarding it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 08:25:52</strong>
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				Jean smiles, opening it up, quickly flipping every switch he can, and slamming his fist through it for good measure, hopefully leaving it nice and ruined, confident in his own body's ability to take any arc of electricity as he takes advantage of this to run for the nearest stairway he's spotted, trying to stay out of sight of any guards as he runs towards the guarded room he found upstairs as quickly as possible- He could jump straight upwards through one of the floors, but he'd prefer to leave minimal impact. If he doesn't get stopped on his way upstairs, when he reaches the door, he'll take advantage of the confusion and darkness. " I was sent to ensure the president is being kept safe, open the door." He's taking a gamble here, but the stakes shouldn't be too high for him... Worst that happens is he'll have to get his hands dirty. If somebody gets smart and asks him to try to check it in, he intends to get very cool and suggest that if they'd like to go and talk things over with the officer in charge while a Navy SEAL team or something similar is extracting the president, then they can feel free.<br><br>(If it matters, he's working his Subterfuge mojo on them, speaking in French, hopefully the darkness keeps them from being able to get a good idea of his appearance, good old Manipulation. 4 Subterfuge, 2 Manipulation, 1 Mega-Manipulation. If he should happen to be less than compelling, he activates Voice, and lays the whammy on 'em.)
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 06:51:17</strong>
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				Punching a fuse box turns out to be, on the whole, a rather unpleasant experience.&nbsp; It doesn't hurt a <em>lot</em>, but it definitely hurts, as the electrical circuits of an entire large building make their displeasure known before Jean can pull his arm back.<br><br>The building promptly goes dark, with no emergency lights in evidence, and not many windows.&nbsp; When Jean speaks up, someone starts to respond in confused Arabic, before being cut off.&nbsp; "Er, yes.&nbsp; Right away."&nbsp; At least one of the guards seems to speak pretty good French, though his accent is strong.&nbsp; The door is pulled open audibly, an authoritative voice in the confusion far more compelling than all the obvious causes for suspicion.<br><br>(1 level of lethal damage from the electroshock therapy.)
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 07:12:17</strong>
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				Jean walks into the room smoothly and confidently. " I will keep an eye on things in here." he says, closing the door smoothly. He lifts the bookcase and sets it in front of the door. " Mister president, what condition are you in?" he asks, moving forward, trying to see if the president is in walking condition, if he's tied up, etcetera. If he's tied up or otherwise bound, Jean breaks whatever's on him expediently, and helps him to stand. 'We're getting out of here. Can you follow me?' Hopefully, the president is worth enough to them for the soldiers to not start firing randomly into the room, but regardless, he's standing in such a way to be between the president and the doorway wall.<br><br>(Also, he's used Quantum to regenerate that health level, as well. He's at 71/75.)
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 08:43:00</strong>
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				There's a short pause, before a voice replies in lightly accented French.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; I'm all right..."&nbsp; Jean's eyes, slowly getting acclimated to the darkness, pick out a figure rising to its feet.&nbsp; It's hard to discern details in the darkness, but the man certainly isn't tied up or hurt too badly to move.<br><br>A deep breath sounds.&nbsp; "I can."&nbsp; The President -- for so he must be -- rises to his feet.&nbsp; "Where are you taking me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 08:50:00</strong>
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				" I'm taking you into the city, and we'll be making for the outskirts. You're either a very good or a very bad man to be affording the class of evacuation you're getting, sir." He grins. " We're going to be getting out of here fast, so do you have any particular problem with being carried when I jump?" he asks lightly as he studies the west wall towards the door, stretching a bit. " We're going straight out. Keep close behind me, and we'll jump when we're in the clear. We'll get into the city, and make for the outskirts as quietly as we can." He activates his DeVries communicator, and speaks under his breath, subvocalizing into it. 'Hey, any chance the rebels will be able to detect this call, or tap into it?' If he gets a negative, 'I've got the president. I'm going to be taking the direct route out, where should I rendezvous for an airlift for our objective?'
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 07:46:50</strong>
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				"Er, what?"&nbsp; There's a pause as the man tries to collect his thoughts; obviously he wasn't expecting this at all.&nbsp; "I...don't mind, if you're getting me free of here."<br><br>"Of course they can't," Corinne responds immediately.&nbsp; "No one in Mauritania has this sort of technology."&nbsp; She quickly gives him the coordinates for a spot a few miles east of the city.&nbsp; It's a fair distance, but then, Jean makes Olympic sprinters look slow.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:35:28</strong>
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				Jean walks up to the west wall, and swings a hard side kick, bringing his foot into the center of the wall, following it up with a swing from the other leg, continuing until the wall gets taken down, striking it extremely hard as he works to demolish it. " Sorry about the damage, Mister President, I'm sure it'll give the opportunity for a new jobs." The moment the wall falls, he grabs the President, pulling him towards the far wall, hoping that shock will paralyze anyone in the room, slamming against the far wall with one violent kick, ready to heft the president onto his back and jump to the ground below, and make for the alleys of the city.
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 07:35:30</strong>
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				The wall really doesn't hold up well to the nova's attacks; a couple of well-placed blows are more than enough.&nbsp; President Abdallahi watches, wide-eyed in the dark, as a good-sized hole is formed.&nbsp; "...that's, er, quite all right..."<br><br>The far wall shudders, and if anyone in the building hadn't suspected something was going terribly wrong, they certainly do now.&nbsp; The guards outside are already throwing the door open, but they're far too slow to stop Jean from escaping with the President.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 08:00:27</strong>
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				Jean leaps out the hole, running for the city alleyways, running quickly for a while until he's sure that he's mostly thrown off any pursuit, wiping his brow as he stands in a dark alleyway. " We can get ourselves out of here fairly quickly, hopefully. Our evac point is a bit east. We'll try to keep a low profile until we get out to the outskirts, and then make a dash for it. I can cover ground pretty fast, even carrying you." He looks over the president, checking out his outfit. " Don't suppose there's any chance of finding a clothing place that we might be able to get into at this time of night?" He grins. 'I'm sure it won't come up, though.' He looks around, and continues towards the east, trying to stay off the main roads, keeping an eye out for any soldiers as he moves quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 08:44:11</strong>
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				It doesn't take long to ditch anyone trying to chase them.&nbsp; No baseline can match Jean's agility, and though they probably know the city better, it doesn't take many turns' distance to confuse them.<br><br>"There might be," the President manages.&nbsp; "I don't know where stores are in the city.&nbsp; It's changed a lot since I was young."&nbsp; He clenches his jaw, and is obviously trying not to look foolish as Jean speeds off to the east.<br><br>He sees a few groups moving through the alleys, but they can't catch up or follow, and they're easily lost.&nbsp; After a few minutes, a chopper is visible descending ahead, east of the city.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 08:49:41</strong>
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				Jean studies the chopper for a moment, and grins. 'No worries, President, it looks like we'll be getting you out of here soon...' He heads along, keeping his eyes out as he moves fast, running for the chopper now. 'We'll be getting you out, and with any luck, by this time tomorrow, the military coup ought to be finished, quite thoroughly.' He grins. 'I hope that I won't have to visit this place for the other side, but you seem like a good guy, so I doubt that'll happen.' He winks, a slight smile on his face as he heads for the rendezvous point. 'You should visit again, mister President. It always helps to know your people, and your cities.'
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 07:44:34</strong>
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				Jean begins to hear shouting as he runs along, and not all from the direction he came from -- taking the President seems to have raised some serious alarm.&nbsp; Still, nobody manages to intercept him as he runs along.<br><br>Fortunately, no one's gotten to the helicopter in this time, and it soon lands ahead of him as he flees the city.&nbsp; "Thank you," the President manages as they approach the chopper, though he doesn't speak much.&nbsp; The look on his face suggests that he understands his situation quite well, unexpected as it is.&nbsp; "I'll look forward to your...victory."<br><br>Jean's earpiece crackles.&nbsp; "Well done, Mr. Letorneau.&nbsp; You're prepared to finish the assignment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 15:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, and gives the president a salute. 'Yeah. Where do we think that the military leader is?' he asks. 'Am I going to be needing an airlift here?' he asks with a mild grin as he waves the helicopter off, ready to go hunt himself down a military leader as he cracks his knuckles. Jean's prepared... Hopefully the general's men are loyal enough to be willing to not shoot their president to try to get him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can't be entirely certain of General Aziz's location just now, but we expect he's taken up residence in the presidential palace.&nbsp; But he'll certainly have been informed of President Abdallahi's rescue."&nbsp; She quickly provided the coordinates of the presidential palace.&nbsp; "We can airlift you if you don't expect you can make your way through the city, but it's not too far."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. " No reason to make it too obvious where I'm coming from. I'll go in on ground." He waves off the president as he makes his way into the city again, moving quickly through the streets, climbing his way up to the roofs, making his way across rooftops merely because it looks cool... But also because it's less obvious, thankfully. He's presumably been instructed on the location of the presidential palace, and he makes his way there quickly. He hopes that, at this time of night, the president will be in his bedroom, but he may have to do a search. He smiles as he approaches the palace, studying it. 'Where's the most likely place he'll be? Bedroom, most secure room, that sort of thing.' He studies the building, rubbing his hands. He'll be going a bit more shock and awe for this one...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 08:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice Jean maneuvering across the rooftops, even as armed men took to the streets.&nbsp; It was hard to tell what people actually thought was going on, since those who shouted generally did so in Arabic, but they certainly sounded confused.&nbsp; He was pretty sure he'd heard the word "Abdallahi" once or twice.<br><br>"I'd assume he'd be asleep at this time of night, but someone's almost certainly woken him up by now.&nbsp; And there are quite a few bedrooms in the palace anyway...although President Abdallahi's former room was near the center of the building, on the third floor.&nbsp; I'm afraid I don't have proper blueprints; it's hard to say which room would be most secure."<br><br>It's quite a large building, and like the Congressional Palace, much nicer (and larger) than pretty much every other building in the city.&nbsp; It rises three stories tall, and there are plenty of windows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 18:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean quietly studies the building, and leaps towards it, trying to make it to the roof, boosting his jump with a little burst of flight to carry him over, as he quietly looks around for an entrance, or if that fails, goes down to the third floor ledge and look for an unbroken window. He runs through his plan in his head- He's thinking that he'd be best served by finding a guard, and getting information from him about where the Abdallahi is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 06:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean makes the leap easily.&nbsp; A quick glance around reveals that there aren't any entrances on the roof, but there are plenty of third-floor windows, none of which are broken.<br><br>There are several groups of guards visible inside, through the windows, and they all look very tense.&nbsp; Nobody seems to have noticed Jean yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 06:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean tsks. No time to wait to separate them- He leans back, and leaps through the window at one of the groups of soldiers. 'Where is the president? I've been informed that his life is in danger and was hired for bodyguard work.' he says authoritatively. 'And you people need to watch the damn perimeters better, none of you heard me land on the roof?' he says, hands on hips, looking very intimidating. He's hoping that the surprise and the immediate tack on the offensive will shock them into submitting, but he's prepared to make things a bit rougher if they won't. With any luck, they won't know exactly what the person they're searching for looks like.<br><br>(Another attempt at subterfuge, though this might be more Intimidating than Subtle. He's zapping them with Da Voice again, the suggestion that he's a hired Nova bodyguard. If that doesn't work, well, hey, we had to see how Jean did in combat sooner or later... 70/75 Quantum Points now. Hope you don't mind my keeping a running total in the topic, it'll make things easier. I'm assuming not quite enough time has passed for the quantum to refresh yet, heh.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 03:44:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: Sounds like Subterfuge to me, since regardless of tone, his main goal is to trick them.&nbsp; The Voice works only on one person at a time, but Jean's net 4 successes are quite enough to affect the rest of the guards on a mundane level.)<br><br>The window shatters.&nbsp; It's not a terribly comfortable instant, but it doesn't really hurt.<br><br>The nearest guard blanches, responding in fairly broken French.&nbsp; "It is so bad as that?"&nbsp; They don't seem to recognize Jean, but then, he was in the dark during most of the time when anyone might have had a good look at him.&nbsp; "President Aziz, he went below when he heard that Abdallahi was taken.&nbsp; To be safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 06:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Take me there. If he's harmed, it will not look well upon any of us." he says authoritatively. " Leave your fellows here, you show me where he is." he says, pointing to the guard who spoke to him. " Let's go." He gives a look at the others, and jerks a thumb at the window authoritatively as he waits for the soldier to get a move on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 09:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking like you know what you're doing, it seems, is a trick that crosses even the largest cultural barriers.<br><br>The guard waves for Jean to follow, and leads him through the building.&nbsp; It's all very nice for a country as poor as this.&nbsp; They descend several flights of stairs.&nbsp; A few groups of guards stop to watch closely, but obviously Jean is supposed to be going wherever he's going, even if he seems woefully out of place.<br><br>By Jean's count, they're below ground level when something actually goes wrong.<br><br>Outside an otherwise-inconspicuous doorway, a quartet of armed guards are loitering, but they come awake as Jean and his escort draw near.&nbsp; One of them points his rifle at Jean, and shouts at the two of them in Arabic.&nbsp; A brief exchange follows, but it soon becomes clear enough that Jean isn't expected here, and the rest of the guards begin taking aim...<br><br>(OOC: At this point, you're free to attempt social-fu or just throw down.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 20:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean narrows his eyes. 'It would seem there has been a communications breakdown. You have two choices here: You can try to kill me, and get yourself most likely executed for dire incompetence, or you can let me through and I'll see that you are rewarded for showing initiative in helping your leader get safety. Either way, I will be going through that door.' he says, in about as threatening a tone as French can manage, letting the guard next to him translate if need be. He's cutting rather an imposing figure at the moment, but if need be, it'll probably make things a bit easier to take these lot out now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 06:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard with Jean is attempting to explain something in Arabic, but it rapidly becomes obvious that nobody's buying it.&nbsp; Rapidly, the guards level their weapons at the offending Frenchman, their fingers visibly tightening on the triggers.<br><br>Either fear is spurring their reflexes, or they're much better-trained than one might expect.&nbsp; They're fast.&nbsp; They're on the ball.<br><br>They don't stand a chance.<br><br>(Initiative:<br>Jean 23<br>Guards 16)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean lashes out, a fist finding the sternum of one of the men, his heel finding the chin of another as he strikes suddenly, violently, and with only mild amounts of mercy. His movements are faster than they should be, heightened by a burst of adrenaline fueled by Quantum, but he doesn't strike nearly as hard as he's fully capable- No need to try to murder these guys.<br><br>(Alright, using quickness, striking both of the men, going to try to hold myself back- If they're extras, he's only going to be doing 10 dice of damage, hopefully that'll incapacitate them without killing them.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 05:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first man crumples with a groan, and the second's head snaps backwards -- right into a wall, with a rather unpleasant sound.&nbsp; He collapses, clearly bleeding from the back of the head.&nbsp; With his inhuman reaction time, Jean has time to note that the fallen guard is still breathing at least, but the Frenchman is hardly a doctor.<br><br>Shouting breaks out, and so does gunfire.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the first guard to pull the trigger is completely thrown off by Jean's sudden burst of speed, and another guard collapses, riddled with bullets.&nbsp; The last guard opens fire with somewhat better accuracy, managing to inflict a painful grazing wound on Jean's side even through the eufiber.<br><br>(Guard #1 is knocked out.&nbsp; Guard #2 is out with significant lethal damage.&nbsp; Guard #3 just shot Guard #4 dead.&nbsp; Guard #5 inflicts 1 level of lethal damage with a lucky shot.<br><br>Intiative:<br>Jean 24<br>Guards 10)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 05:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean grins, moving again, lashing out backwards with two kicks, one following the other, showing that inhuman flexibility and speed as he delivers the blows unto the guards, again trying to pull his blows so he doesn't accidentally puncture their hearts or something similarly unpleasant, even as his flesh knits over the wound, quantum suffusing him once again. 'I suppose that things couldn't go smoothly forever...'<br><br>(2 more Quantum, 67/75 thanks to the 1 for Quickness before. God bless Automatic Action Regeneration.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 06:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				CRACK!&nbsp; CRACK!&nbsp; Both guards go down.&nbsp; They might have cracked ribs, but they don't look like they're in any real danger.<br><br>There's shouting from all over, not to mention a commotion from the other side of the door in front of Jean.&nbsp; Upon closer examination, it's locked, and looks a little sturdier than the other doors in the building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 23:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean hmms, and lunges forward, swinging his leg hard, slamming his foot straight at the door knob with enough force to collapse an elephants skull. If that doesn't work, he's going to need to get a little more... creative. If it seems like it may yield to that level of force, he continues, and if not... He steps back, and holds up a finger, tracing a line in the air of glimmering silver energy, and fires a Quantum Bolt in the shape of a guillotine blade through the door, aiming to cut it in half. Ought to give the element of intimidation, at least.<br><br>(If he needs to get Quantum to break the door, each bolt is 2 QP, so yah.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 06:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door is pretty tough.&nbsp; The door is <em>not</em> tougher than an elephant's skull.&nbsp; The steel-reinforced frame buckles and tears off its hinges, crashing to the floor a few feet beyond.<br><br>The room inside looks like a low-budget panic room.&nbsp; The walls are quite solid, and the entranceway Jean finds himself in has a short hallway that makes an excellent chokepoint.&nbsp; The room has a small bookshelf, a phone, a computer, a small kitchenette -- in short, it looks like someplace someone might have to live for at least a short time.&nbsp; There are a couple of doors in the opposite corners of the room.<br><br>There are also fully ten armed men waiting, apparently alerted by the gunfire right outside the door.&nbsp; Though appearing rattled, they're already fanned out with their rifles trained on the entryway.<br><br>Unfortunately, even their excellent preparation isn't quite enough to get the drop on a nova with superhuman reflexes.<br><br>(Amazing successes on both sides' initiative rolls.&nbsp; The guards gain a bonus from being ready for someone to come through the door, but it doesn't seem to be enough.<br><br>Initiative:<br>Jean 24<br>Guards 21)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 01:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean grins, raising his foot and slamming it down, cracking the floor as he disperses the energy in the blow through the room, shaking the room violently, hopefully knocking most of the guards off their feet, probably knocking over anything that isn't very sturdy.<br><br>(2 Megastrength dice attack that affects anyone within 20 meters, which I'm assuming includes all of them. If he can, he's trying to aim forward to avoid doing any further damage to the guys behind. Anyone standing has to make a +3 difficulty Strength test to avoid being knocked prone. Hooah. &gt;_&gt; Stealth has officially flown the coop. Down to 66/75 QP.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 05:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The floor cracks, and pretty much everything shakes.&nbsp; Books are thrown from their shelves, the phone goes flying off the hook, and there's a clatter as most of the dishes in the kitchenette break.&nbsp; The guards lose their footing violently, and a few of them smack into things -- one lands sharply against a corner of the bookshelf, wincing in pain.&nbsp; There's a yelp coming from the corner door on the left.<br><br>More shouting ensues, and the guards don't move to return fire.&nbsp; One of them manages to drown out the others, and after a moment climbs to his feet, leaving his rifle on the floor.&nbsp; Raising his hands cautiously above his head, he addresses Jean in pleading, rapid Arabic while the others watch tensely.<br><br>(Guards 1, 4, 6, and 10 take 1 bashing each.&nbsp; Guard 5 takes 2 bashing.&nbsp; They all fall prone; all make their rolls not to totally lose their turns, but it doesn't really matter.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 23:50:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean points towards the guard, and then points towards the far right corner of the room, pointing to the guns and drawing a line towards him, trying to pantomine them to toss the guns over towards where he is, and quickly disassembling them when they do. He looks towards the corner again, and says one word- 'Stay.' before heading towards the left corner door, opening it up, giving the guards another look to make it clear they shouldn't try anything monumentally stupid- With some luck, they might even listen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 08:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trembling guards apparently get the gist of the message, and begin sliding their guns across the floor to him.&nbsp; Jean is hardly a mechanic, but it doesn't take much effort to render the weapons unusable.&nbsp; A few of the guards nod quickly, and they mutter to each other but don't move to try anything stupid.<br><br>The door to the left is locked, but it's not as tough as the last door, and snapping the lock open (or just smashing the whole door) is easy for Jean.&nbsp; Beyond, there's a room that looks like it's been used for storage.&nbsp; Along one wall are quite a few large, sturdy-looking cabinets; one's been thrown open, leaving a bunch of canned food scattered across the floor.&nbsp; There's quite a few ten-gallon tanks of water lined up along the other wall.<br><br>There's also an Arabic man in a clean-looking military uniform, quite recognizable from the photographs as General-cum-President Mohamed Ould Abdel Aziz.&nbsp; He's armed much like the men outside, but the wide-eyed Aziz is slow to raise his weapon as Jean approaches.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 23:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean smiles disarmingly, and then strikes disarmingly, taking the gun from the man's hands, and strong-arming the man out the door, waving cheerfully to the guards as he leads the general out. 'So, general, tell me, do you speak any French?' he asks conversationally in his native language as he leads the man upwards and outwards, carefully stepping over the most-likely still prone men on the floor outside, leading the man up. 'I imagine that it will make your chances of getting accidentally shot by your own men much less likely.' He activates the radio. 'I have the president, anything I need to do or get to for an airlift?' he sends the message with a smile on his face. Ah, the satisfaction of a job well done!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 09:25:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean has no trouble at all snatching the gun away from the luckless Aziz, and marching him out the door.&nbsp; The guards cower as he goes by, although as Jean gets further away, he can hear the sounds of men clearing the area in a hurry.&nbsp; Nobody gets in Jean's way as he heads out of the building, in whatever direction he sees fit.<br><br>Aziz mutters something in Arabic, before speaking up.&nbsp; "Yes, yes, I do!&nbsp; What is this?&nbsp; Who are you?"<br><br>Jean's earpiece crackles again, and Corinne sounds rather happy.&nbsp; "Excellent!&nbsp; The area looks clear, so we can pick <em>ex-</em>General Aziz up at the same spot as last time."&nbsp; A pause.&nbsp; "We'll be keeping you on standby until morning, Mr. Letorneau, though you'll be able to catch some sleep before then if you need to.&nbsp; I doubt we'll see any real trouble after word spreads of what happened, but we need to make sure before we pull you out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 02:55:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean smiles. ' My name is Captain Capitulate. Sadly, most people have a problem with military take-overs in this world of ours. I can understand how it feels, sometimes it seems like there's no way that you can use the system to make a change in this world. But violence only breeds violence, this time, it happens to be in the form of an Elite who got called in to restore the old government. Hopefully your trial will go well, and you will emerge from this a wiser man, able to take a more patient and steady approach in changing this country. Wouldn't it be nicer to be remembered as someone who brought a real, positive change to the African nations, rather than simply another in a long line of brief military dictatorships?' he says cheerfully as he walks with Aziz towards the pickup point. ' Lovely. I'm sure it'll be nice to get a little rest, but it seems to have been a good first day. If only all missions were so smooth.' He smiles as he walks with the General towards the outskirts of town, confident that anyone who cares to take a shot at him would realize what a horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE idea that would be. He stops at the pick-up point. ' And perhaps you'll even get a fair trial. I might look into some media attention... You didn't do anything too gruesome in your takeover, though, right? That would make your case very, very poor.' He grins toothily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 08:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your name is <em>what</em>?"&nbsp; Aziz's French was accented, but quite good.&nbsp; Fortunately, no one opened fire in their direction; there was a lot of shouting from the city, but little sound of actual violence.&nbsp; "We did no harm when we removed Abdallahi.&nbsp; My men did not fire a shot!&nbsp; But if he can bring powers like you to Mauritania...there is nothing more I can do."<br><br>The chopper lands ahead of them, and DeVries personnel quickly handcuff General Aziz, before taking off and heading west.<br><br>"Mr. Letorneau," Corinne's voice announced, "we'll be stopping off the west coast of Africa.&nbsp; If all goes well, you should have plenty of time to rest until morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 17:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugs. 'Well, perhaps I'll drop by at your trial. Might be worthwhile to see that people don't become so desperate they have to resort to a military coup to get a little justice. World is changing around us, we've got to run to keep up.' He smiles, and waves General Aziz off before going into town to find a place to take a night's rest. He doesn't particularly need much sleep, but it'd be relaxing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 07:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The general looks angry as he was hauled off, but can do nothing to resist.<br><br>----<br><br>By late the next morning, Jean is back at the compound in Namibia.&nbsp; "Very impressive, Mr. Letorneau.&nbsp; We didn't expect you to finish nearly so quickly.&nbsp; The client cleared your payment an hour ago, so your bank should have the deposit by now -- though you'll remember, of course, that Ms. DeVries insists on operatives investing at least 25% of payments received."&nbsp; Corinne smiles.&nbsp; "It shouldn't take long for us to find another assignment, but in the meantime, your time is yours."<br><br>(OOC: The exact sum Jean receives for the job is not terribly important for purposes of the game; you can assume it's in the low six figures.&nbsp; For his efforts in actually testing his powers' limits, he receives *rolls* 9 nova points.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 08:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods with a smile. " Oh, it was quite invigorating. I imagine not all plans will be so smooth, but it's nice to have some that go well." He taps his chin. " Hmmm... I will have to look into some possibilities..." He makes a mental note to look into some pharmaceutical companies, it might be worthwhile for what he has in mind. 'I'm sure you'll tell me when you find another job that looks appropriate' he asks with a smile, standing up, stretching. ' Then, I think that there's just one question remaining- Do you happen to have any plans for tonight, Miss Holden? If I hope to work with you more, it would seem fair to give you your proper due for helping me find this good fortune.' he says with a smile, giving that heart-stopping smile that a Nova can. She seems like quite a lovely young woman- Jean doesn't particularly believe in 'Novas should be with Novas'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 00:56:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course we will.&nbsp; DeVries is always looking for opportunities for its reliable agents."<br><br>Of course they are.&nbsp; Especially while those agents are new recruits and DeVries is still getting 50% off the top.&nbsp; Not that it isn't at least arguably worth it.<br><br>Corinne blushes at his last question, though, looking considerably off her guard.&nbsp; "Well, er...I suppose I'm not busy tonight.&nbsp; What did you have in mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Nova gives a devilish wink. 'Well, food is always better with a beautiful woman, and I'm aware of a rather nice restaurant in town that would be happy to keep a reservation for a Nova and his plus one. If you wish to join me, then meet me here.' He slips a small card, with the address of the restaurant, onto the table, gently flicking it into her hand. ' I look forward to seeing you there.' he says, giving her a polite, formal bow, before turning on his heel and striding out.<br><br>OOC: Up to you if you'd like to do the scene in the restaurant or not, I figure it'll be a brief break between this last mission and the next, a time for me to consider how to improve the character.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 21:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Days in the future, but not many...</em><br><br>By the time Jean arrived in the briefing room for his second major assignment, two other DeVries novas were present.&nbsp; One was a tall man in an outfit of pale blue and white; a breeze was stirring the papers on the table in front of him, and he idly toyed with his mask as he waited.&nbsp; The other was a woman dressed in loose urban camouflage with a matching steel-gray cowl.&nbsp; Jean was fairly certain he remembered their working names as Gale and Stalker; it wasn't clear whether the latter had made the wrong impression on Bruce Sauvage.<br><br>"Do we really need a third?" Gale inquired dryly.&nbsp; "How tough can this job be?"<br><br>"Well, we certainly hope the answer is 'not very,'" Corinne replied without missing a beat.&nbsp; "But the Republic of Sierra Leone is a long-time customer.&nbsp; If they're worried, then Ms. DeVries is worried."<br><br>The tall nova grunted in acknowledgment (although he still didn't look impressed by the necessity), and swatted an errant sheet of paper back onto the conference table.<br><br>"That being said, the assignment is simple enough.&nbsp; Ambassador Kabbah is paying a brief state visit to the Republic of Liberia, and your job is to keep him safe.&nbsp; The last thing anyone wants is for the recent unrest to create an international incident, after all."&nbsp; Well, actually the last thing anyone wanted was probably to not get paid, but close enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 01:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean gives a polite nod to both of his coworkers on this mission. 'Good to meet you both.' he says curtly. 'Do we have any details on this mission- suspected trouble spots, who might attempt to kill the ambassador, suspected rival Elites or Terragen novas who may wish to kill him?' He ponders, and rubs his chin. He looks across the two, briefly thinking on where he might know them from- His memory is good, but nowhere near flawless, and there are quite a good number of elites in DeVries, after all.<br><br>'Additionally, are the details of the contract openly known? We might be able to gain a great advantage if we are not all immediately apparent as Novas, after all...' he says, a slight smile on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 04:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The most likely trouble spot is Monrovia, of course."&nbsp; Corinne activated a monitor with a map of Sierra Leone and Liberia, highlighting the Liberian capital.&nbsp; "Even if the ambassador's specific travel plans were known, we presume that any violence would be politically motivated, so the city is the most obvious choice.&nbsp; That being said, we have very little information on why the ambassador wanted to upgrade his security detail, so be ready to back each other up."<br><br>"It's a little weak if we don't show the flag," Gale pointed out.&nbsp; Jean was fairly certain that the other man had power over air and wind (and if he didn't, his name and costume were terrible choices indeed), but he wasn't sure about Stalker.&nbsp; "But if <em>you</em> want to blend in with the baseline security, that's fine by me.&nbsp; You're kinda white to be a Sierra Leonese recruit, though."<br><br>"...That's 'Leonean,'" Corinne corrected mildly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Le Drapeau Blanc (Ajoxer &amp; Jefepato)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 03:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jean smiles. 'I assure you, I should be more than capable of blending in... but I agree, and if you are confident in your combat abilities, then I think that your presenting a clear nova-level threat should work to our advantage- but I would not feel right about your doing so unless you are sure you can take any bullets likely to be thrown. A target should be able to survive any attacks thrown at it.' He smiles. 'I am sure you are more than capable, though.' He leans back, crossing one leg over the other. 'Are there any other details that you can think of that would be helpful?' he asks Corinne, considering this. 'Otherwise... I am ready to leave.' Plenty of time for socializing with the fellow Elites on the trip there, after all.
			</dd>
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