The_JJ
2010-03-26, 12:35 PM
It is early spring. A great storm has worked it's way east through the Mediterrainian, chased by a flock of international flights. Diplomats and reporters head for the peace confrence on the Azores, soldiers go home. The War is over.
You on the other hand, make for the center of the Sea, the island of Malta.
Alex Barracks recieved instructions from a man claiming to be a representative of his government in exile. He spoke quickly, left quickly, and gave you a ticket to Malta.
The tatters of that same goverment came too for Daniel Durand, took him from his handlers who watched, slightly relieved, as the anoymous men escorted him to a submarine hiding beneath the Antarctic ice.
Kayn Speirs knew this wasn't a normal construction contract the moment he saw his supposed employer. An obviously military man, he sized up the 'Bomb suit' in his luggage with a single glance and then slapped a custom's clearence sticker over the lot. Maybe taking a contract in Africa wasn't such a good idea.
Felix Urd saw the ripples in the market. He knew this peace'd soon run him out of bussiness. Of all the men here, he choose this path himself. Obliquely, carefully, he advertised his willingness to participate. It had been a shock though, when they (who ever 'they' were) asked him to arrive in person. His private jet took him there.
Alexander Russo had it the easiest. THe Godfather had called him up. They'd talked for a bit. (The Godfather felt the Alex oughta have a kid one of these days.) The the Godfather had spoken of investments and assets, and then told Alexander to act in the Godfather's interest. Then he'd been handed a large breifcase to take along on the plane ride. It was full of money, but unlocked, because the Godfather trusted Russo.
Issac Dien was a big fish that was left flopping around. Someone felt him gasping, came looking for him, found him and put him on a flight.
Alex Barracks:
You land in Malta. The only interesting thing on the way over was a trio of men sitting several rows behind you. You use your glasses to run their faces through some recognition software, and pick up two of them in a government database. Nothing special, yet. The third has yet to yield a hit. A tour guide type greets you as you pick up your luggage with a neatly lettered sign reading 'Alex Barracks.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Daniel:
Your escorts take you all the way to Malta, to a van, and then hand you off to a different person. You can feel he's a psionic. He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Oh, and you've been having strange dreams lately.
Issac:
Someday, someone tossed a plane ticket into your hat. As you arrive in the airport, a tour guide type greets you with a neatly lettered sign 'Issac Dien.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Oh, and you've been having strange dreams lately.
Alexander:
There is a driver waiting for you at the airport. He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves, though he keeps the breifcase of cash in his car.
Kayn Speirs:
You land in Morroco to do the work as expected, but you can feel people watching you every second of it. It was a condemed office building, LUSAn shell took out one of four load bearing columns. It'd been jury rigged to stability but it was time to scrap the thing and start fresh. One day, after the spectacular controlled demolition, your employer approached you with a plane ticket. "Orders from up on high," he said. The men behind him, also obviously ex-military, agreed that you should go, and walked you to the plane.
After you land, a tour guide type greets you with a neatly lettered sign 'Kayn Speirs.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Felix Urd:
A limo is waiting for you as ou step down from your jet. You tell the driver the adress you were given and he takes you to a a tall office building.
ooc:
Alright, first to post is first to the lobby. Meet and greet time.
You on the other hand, make for the center of the Sea, the island of Malta.
Alex Barracks recieved instructions from a man claiming to be a representative of his government in exile. He spoke quickly, left quickly, and gave you a ticket to Malta.
The tatters of that same goverment came too for Daniel Durand, took him from his handlers who watched, slightly relieved, as the anoymous men escorted him to a submarine hiding beneath the Antarctic ice.
Kayn Speirs knew this wasn't a normal construction contract the moment he saw his supposed employer. An obviously military man, he sized up the 'Bomb suit' in his luggage with a single glance and then slapped a custom's clearence sticker over the lot. Maybe taking a contract in Africa wasn't such a good idea.
Felix Urd saw the ripples in the market. He knew this peace'd soon run him out of bussiness. Of all the men here, he choose this path himself. Obliquely, carefully, he advertised his willingness to participate. It had been a shock though, when they (who ever 'they' were) asked him to arrive in person. His private jet took him there.
Alexander Russo had it the easiest. THe Godfather had called him up. They'd talked for a bit. (The Godfather felt the Alex oughta have a kid one of these days.) The the Godfather had spoken of investments and assets, and then told Alexander to act in the Godfather's interest. Then he'd been handed a large breifcase to take along on the plane ride. It was full of money, but unlocked, because the Godfather trusted Russo.
Issac Dien was a big fish that was left flopping around. Someone felt him gasping, came looking for him, found him and put him on a flight.
Alex Barracks:
You land in Malta. The only interesting thing on the way over was a trio of men sitting several rows behind you. You use your glasses to run their faces through some recognition software, and pick up two of them in a government database. Nothing special, yet. The third has yet to yield a hit. A tour guide type greets you as you pick up your luggage with a neatly lettered sign reading 'Alex Barracks.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Daniel:
Your escorts take you all the way to Malta, to a van, and then hand you off to a different person. You can feel he's a psionic. He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Oh, and you've been having strange dreams lately.
Issac:
Someday, someone tossed a plane ticket into your hat. As you arrive in the airport, a tour guide type greets you with a neatly lettered sign 'Issac Dien.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Oh, and you've been having strange dreams lately.
Alexander:
There is a driver waiting for you at the airport. He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves, though he keeps the breifcase of cash in his car.
Kayn Speirs:
You land in Morroco to do the work as expected, but you can feel people watching you every second of it. It was a condemed office building, LUSAn shell took out one of four load bearing columns. It'd been jury rigged to stability but it was time to scrap the thing and start fresh. One day, after the spectacular controlled demolition, your employer approached you with a plane ticket. "Orders from up on high," he said. The men behind him, also obviously ex-military, agreed that you should go, and walked you to the plane.
After you land, a tour guide type greets you with a neatly lettered sign 'Kayn Speirs.' He takes you to a tall office building, points you in the direction of the lobby and leaves.
Felix Urd:
A limo is waiting for you as ou step down from your jet. You tell the driver the adress you were given and he takes you to a a tall office building.
ooc:
Alright, first to post is first to the lobby. Meet and greet time.