| Break In at Charleston Place (Open); Rebel extremists are planning a disaster | |
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| Macyntyre | Dec 10 2009, 06:00 PM Post #1 |
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" A HALO jump will be used to get you into their airspace. After you touch down, you will infiltrate the building, take out extremists leaders and ex filtrate via your contact in the storage room. Are we clear, Wraith?" Macyntyre nodded to his Commanding officer. "Good, Now head down to R&D for an equipment briefing. You get to play with some toys on this operation. Thomas walked down the halls of the Pentagon at fast pace. The place is so white and sterilized that Thomas cringes at the sight. As he enters the glass door to R&D, he is greeted by neurotic older man, dressed in a lab coat and covered in soot. "...I take it another one of your experiments didn't work out Mr. Jacob?" Jacob brushed off Tom's comment and went straight to business. "Now Wraith, in this mission yo will be using your MarkVIII Stealth suit. It has photosensitive fabric that shows how well you can be seen. It has active camo capabilities but only enough power for about 5 minutes of invisibility, so use it wisely." Wraith picked up the suit and examined it. "It will be like a second skin, so safe to say it will be a tight fit. We have included in your ammo belt a few Tranquilizer darts and non-lethal munitions for your trip. Remember that there are still American citizens in this hotel and you cannot risk civilian casulties. Any questions?" Wraith looked up to Mr. Jacob and smiled. " Just One...How do i pee in this?" 2 Days later, 25,000 Feet in the air "OK WRAITH, YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS! ARE YOU READY?" "SIR YES SIR!" "GOOD! ALRIGHT, OPEN THE HATCH!" The back of the C-17 began to whirr as the air pressure changed immediately. The shuttle bay door lowered to reveal a lit-up city scape against the night background. Wraith a deep breath, crossed his heart, and ran until only air was under his feet. He free-fell for about a minute as he descended towards the roof of Charleston Place. The hotel was being used as a meeting place for Extremist rebels who intended on rebuilding the country in their sick twisted ways. The group called themselves The Confederate Sons. Wraith deployed his shoot only 100 feet above his target. It slowed him down enough, but when he hit the ground, an audible thud could be heard from the street below. He cut the lines to the parachute as he got up on his feet. He dusted himself off and got his bearings straight. As he opened the Rooftop door he radioed in. "This is Wraith, I'm in." |
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| Tinkerman | Dec 19 2009, 02:49 PM Post #2 |
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Today Joe found himself in Charleston, a bit farther away from his shop and comfort zone but when a job that pays this much comes along he knew better than to turn it down. Working on a truck for the confederate sons in the plaza of Charleston Place, he takes a short smoke break and happens to look up through his smoke ring towards the moon when something catches his eye just for a moment. Fabric falling on the roof. Quickly glancing at the heart-rates of his guards he realizes that nobody in the courtyard had seen what he did so he decided not to say anything but to hurry up to make sure he got his money for his work. |
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| Macyntyre | Dec 21 2009, 12:27 AM Post #3 |
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To pick the lock, or break it...that is the question, isn't it.? Wraith had come across his first locked door. Locked doors are always a good sign. They keep people like him from important things. Macyntyre was still in the attic section of Charleston Place, where a meeting of a Extremists leaders was taking place. Wraith was to take them out with extreme prejudice. Blow them up, shoot them, break their necks...all sorts of lovely ways. Wraith had no problem with killing his targets. To him, that's all they are. Targets. He learned as a rookie that getting attached to your targets makes you hesitate. Hesitating got his first partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It's why he likes to work alone. Macyntyre bent down and took a look at this lock. A standard tumbler and pin system. A simple lock pick should do the trick. He licked his lips as he felt each pin set into place. Got it. Now what's behind door number one? He slowly opened the door to a well lit hallway. It was quite elegant in style, proof that Charleston still had an abundance of life and luxury. However, there was just too much light in here for him to remain stealthy. Wraith reached for his belt and pulled out a chaff grenade. Designed as a small range EMP pulse, it would do the trick to take out those pesky lights. A small burst came from the Chaff and immediately, the lights in the hallway began to flicker. After 5 seconds, the lights in hallway were out. Darkness. Wraith smiles. He proceeded down the hall and it opened up to a grand stairway. The railings were gold in color, with a deep red carpet covering marble. If Thomas was a rich man, he'd stay here on vacation. As he peeked out from the corner, he saw a few well dressed men get out of a limo and greet each other warmly. They Just happened to be surrounded by several men that looked like walking fortresses. Shit...well. Looks like I'm gonna have to get past security to get in the meeting room. "This is Wraith. I have visual confirmation that some of the group leaders have arrived. Looks like they have protection with them. Standby for more information." |
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| Tinkerman | Dec 21 2009, 03:45 AM Post #4 |
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A limo pulled up. One that He had worked on in the past couple of weeks, but let’s be honest there weren’t very many cars nowadays that he hadn’t touched in some way or fashion. The man who stepped out was his particular contractor today, a man only known as General Beauregard to Joe. The General looked a bit worried; his heart was beating so loud that Joe could see it from 20 ft away. He was followed by some other men in high to do suits and was greeted by some other pompous southern windbag that reminded him of an old Rhett Butler. There must be some big to do going on soon… Joe thought as he took a large draw from his pipe. He walked over to his assigned watchmen, “So the truck is finished just like yawl wanted. Now I understand that you have another job for me?” The guard did not say a word but motioned Joe to follow and they made their way towards the door. |
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| Macyntyre | Dec 23 2009, 02:49 AM Post #5 |
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As the High rankers filed into the hotel, Wraith noticed something quite odd about a member of the entourage. There was an oil-covered mechanic with them, smoking a pipe. Strange...don't see that everyday. Wraith could use this guy and pump him for info. First, he had to get to him without being taken out. The lights started to flicker back on as the leaders of the confederate sons began their ascent up the stairs. Shit...shitshitshit not good. Wraith reached down onto his belt and activated the active camo. Suddenly, it was like he disappeared. He hugged the wall the best that he could so those walking fortresses wouldn't bump into him and reveal him. "well boys, I think we have the executive suite to ourselves, so we can talk all private like. Whattya say to that, Phillip?" The Rhett butler wanna-be spoke like he owned the place, and from his dress, wouldn't be too far-fetched. He aimed his words at an older gentleman, about as refined as they come. This "Phillip" simply nodded and smiled. The scent of oil hit Wraith's nostrils as the mechanic walked by. This was his in. But how was he going to get him alone so that he can sneak up on him? |
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| Tinkerman | Dec 24 2009, 05:10 PM Post #6 |
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“Ah Tinkerman,” our Rhett Butler look-a-like stated as Joe walked in the door “your next job still has some parameters to be worked out so if you will wait here while we finish our discussion we will get to you in a moment.” “Alright then I will wait but don’t forget you still owe me for the truck…” it was at this point that Joe noticed that there was one person that was not supposed to be here. Though he thought he must be very clever with his cloaking device. The military of course would not listen to his pointers and feedback. Joe walked as though he was admiring art on the wall, once he was close enough he whispered to what seems to be himself “So Jacob still hasn’t figured out how to fix the whur of the motor on your belt or how to train his grunts how to maintain their heart rate…” Looking to his left deliberately so that his eye could look at what seemed like nothing and made an attempt to wink or what could have been a twitch, one was never sure with a one eyed man… “ … or that bug with small clouds of smoke.” At this point Joe blew a smoke ring over the head of the invisible man next to him. |
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| DeeTee | Dec 25 2009, 09:50 AM Post #7 |
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"I wasn't trained for this." Wes grumbled, waiting several blocks away in a van. Wes waited in the passenger seat with another fellow, a black man smoking a cigarette calmly and coolly. The back of the van had been nearly empty, with the exception of a few cardboard boxes filled with paper here and there. Surely the two of them, dressed in typical postal workers outfits, seemed appropriate for this time of day, doing this kind of thing. They were waiting though, waiting for some sort of signal. They weren't here to deliver letters, they were the getaway car. "I don' get why ya can't sit still, boy." the black man said jokingly in his husky voice. Calling Wes a boy was usually an insult, but this man was much older than Wes was--he was about forty or some years old--and his age showed through his actions. Unlike Wes, the black man was calm, steady, and just simply smoking in the van. Wes snapped his eyes at the black man, giving a face filled with annoyance. The black man simply laughed. "What, do ya needa piss or somethin'?" The man simply patted Wes on the back as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew it out the slightly-lowered car window. "I don't get you, old man. I don't get how you can stay so calm in a situation like this. Don't you know what we're about to do? We're about to take part in somethin' big! We're the fuckin' getaway car for some secret agent we don't even know. Hell, I don't even know if he's black, or white. Shit, he could be you. He could be him," Wes pointed to a random passerby, "our orders are to stand by until we get the signal to rush on in into the fuckin' lion's den of the rebels, extract a complete stranger whom we don't even know what he looks like, and then think that the rebels would let us just drive off back home like it was another day at work?" Wes stared at the black man, looking for a man who would understand Wes. He looked for some sort of understanding in the man's eyes, a sign that what Wes was saying was not gibberish. The black man remained smiling and calm, then followed by Wes's sigh of irritation. Wes sat back and crossed his arms. "That's why I'm so goddamn antsy, old man. Because I'm about to fuckin' die and I've got the calmest mother fucker on the planet to drive me." For a moment there was silence, but the two then smiled and punched each other lightly in good humor. "The time'll come, boy. We're just gonna wait. Pick the guy up. Go home. Routine shit, boy. Rou. Tine. Shit." The two sat quietly in their van, simply just waiting... |
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| Macyntyre | Dec 25 2009, 03:39 PM Post #8 |
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Well, this was new. Obviously, The mechanic knew Mr. Jacob enough to call him out on his gadgets. Of course, the little jab about being a grunt kind of pissed off wraith. He was not in a position to act on this though. Thomas reached down on his belt and turned off the camo, and Wraith began to flicker into existence. "I take it that you are the Mechanical genius Mr. Jacob calls the Tinkerman. I've heard about you. Figured you would be shorter. Heard about you were a pretentious ass too, but i can see why. You seem to know your shit." The fact that this mechanic didn't call the guards over immediately seemed like a good sign. He had heard the rumors about this guy, that he was a genius when it came to engineering. He also worked for money, or beer if he liked you enough. Which means he had his in. "So Mr. Tinkerman. I'm going to level with you. Those men in their need to be put down. However, I'm put in a difficult situation here since you are clearly working for these men. Since you are a man of such great skill, you could be a great ally. So here's an idea. You collect the payment you are supposed to receive, Either plant some explosives or let me in the door to take them out, i get you out of here and when all this is finished, A few rounds of beer on me. How does all that sound?" If what Mr. Jacob Told wraith was true, this man was as brilliant as advertised. Wraith has a few allies outside the government and he needed them. Also, after a mission like this, he was going to need a few rounds himself. "What do you say?" |
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