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Post by Deaths on Feb 5, 2017 5:46:54 GMT
Day had stopped giving death stares towards Mamba, he was finally relaxing a bit from the stress of the mission. Until that joke of a debrief happened that riled him up. "Ok that's it. Lets go over that little mission of ours again, think of this as a team building we are only as strong as our weakest link after all." Those last few words were directed straight towards Mamba. "Daisy, Jack I want to offer an apology, I judged you two too harshly and you both have done more than your fair share. Tabitha you were on point, you did everything perfectly, sorry I didn't stop Feral soon enough." He pauses for a moment and looks towards Night and Garret. "Night was as flawless as ever, Garret the plan wasn't the best, but we had no Intel worth a damn, lone wolves wrecking that plan. So its hardly your fault, things got messy great job with the coffin one less unnecessary death is always a good thing." He walks over to Jack and places his hand on Jack's head. "I'm really sorry you went through that, I've never killed anyone directly so I don't know how you're feeling, but I'm here to talk if you need."
He walks back over to Mamba "So Garden Snake, I think we found our weak link." He has no emotion in his words, he is speaking calmly and clearly. "So you left Feral alive, to go attack an unknown Darwin. Did you just assume Feral was going to peacefully wait while we took care of him? Then instead of killing the target who was so important too you." A hint of a sarcastic tone slips out in that sentence. "You wanted him dead so bad you shot the computer that Night and I needed to use to find our objective. For all you know in that empty shell you call a skull you could have caused some kind of fail safe making it impossible to get those stupid vials." His voice is getting louder slowly one or two of the guards tense up with their rifles. "So with Feral alive, this new guy still alive, and Phoenix arriving, you not only failed your objectives, but nearly crippled ours. Night and I literally lucked into our objective, after you tried you best to make us fail. Then...THEN" He stops for a moment to calm himself. "Then because of your ineptitude, Tabitha nearly died, Daisy nearly died, meaning Jack and I had to save everyone. Since Garret was engaged with the other opponent. So if you want to do your little badass solo shit, be my fucking guest, but don't do that shit here. People like you end up dead on missions like this, which is fine but they end up getting others killed too." He heads to the doors his pace is relaxed his posture perfect. "Remember Garden Snake, you need us. We don't need you." With that he walks off to the showers, needing a moment to calm his mind. He has the place to himself for the moment, he lets the hot water run. He calmly folds his clothes, and enters the showers. "I need to get out of this place." He sighs to himself as he lets the water run over his head.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 5, 2017 8:57:08 GMT
Jessica stands and meets Day's little outburst head on. At his increasing anger and ranting, she just smirks at him. The little stage boy has quite the temper, she would have never guessed it. She has lived through most of her life trying to meet people's expectations, listen to people's criticisms and fall in line to them. She's just gonna listen to this little whiney con artist? Don't think so. Tabitha was hurt, but she would have been killed if she didn't finish him off, she couldn't kill Feral earlier without losing her own life, she felt bad for not getting her out of harms way earlier, but she kept her alive and that's what matters. Daisy would have been dead if Jessica didn't fire a shot at Phoenix, so that's just Day being angry and putting blame on her. She couldn't care less if that girl died anyway, her own stupid fault for not having a brain enough to know what happens to crystallised material when it is super heated.
"Good for you for getting that frustration out, circus boy." She says to Day. No anger, no frustration in her tone, same smirk still plastered on her face as he walks away. She then leaves the room too for a shower. People just hold her back, she would have performed far more excellent without them.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 5, 2017 14:12:33 GMT
Jack sat in the awkward atmosphere for roughly a second before dashing towards the male showers so Daisy couldn't grab him he was sure she wanted to give him an angry lecture but he really couldn't take that right now. Stripping he enters taking the shower head across from Day normally he'd make some sugestive comments at this point but he isn't sure Day is in the mood and besides right now he just wants to feel clean (although he still steals a couple of glances at Day's ass).
Closing his eyes he sees Phoenix staring blankly at the ceiling holding her wounds, he vigorously shakes his head he did what he had to do if he and Mamba hadn't intervened Daisy would be suffering from a lot worse then scarred breasts and how many times had Daisy killed for him? All those guards at the Facility and many more since she did all that for him without a word of complaint and he'd spent all his time being an irresponsible ass well now he had to step up and look after her to.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 8, 2017 18:55:34 GMT
Unable to take the prolonged silence any longer Jack speaks up. "You said you'd be around to talk to but I think you might need to do some talking as well that was quite a show back there, don't get me wrong you're bloody sexy when you're angry but I'm not sure it's a good idea to piss off Mamba and trust me I know a bad idea when I see one I'm the bloody king of them just ask butch." He finished his sentence with a light chuckle hoping to coax Day out of his poor mood.
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Post by Shift on Feb 10, 2017 14:38:52 GMT
Garret was completely still and silent as the debrief continued, and Day decided to speak his opinion. Garret was actually quite suprised when Day didn't direct it torwards him, but rather Mamba. Mamba did what she thought she had to, and was able to weaken Phoenix too. Once Day was finished, he and Jack went off to the showers. Seeing no use in being in such an awkward enviroment, Garret followed suit.
Once in the shower block, Garret began to take off his trenchcoat, which had a few stains of clay on it, and set it off to the side. While Garret continued to take off his clothes, the clay debris began to converge into a sphere, which immediately rolled to a pocket for later use. Garret then took off his mask, and showered off all the dirt, clay, and blood off his skin.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 16:47:22 GMT
Daisy spat annoyed that Jack had managed to run off before she could give him a good hiding. Looking around at those remaining she lets out a small sigh. "I'm hitting the gym." She marches up to one of the guards and looks him straight in the eyes noting how he tenses at her approach. "You where's the gym. You fucks have a gym right." After the cock-up of that mission Daisy needed to blow off some steam and pumping some iron was the best way of making her relax.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 20:29:27 GMT
With her shower done, Jessica gets redressed into her casual clothes and enters the courtyard. She approaches one of the Guards, who grips their gun a little tighter as she gets closer. She can't help but smirk at this. "Mind if I use that little shooting range?" She asks him with mocking sweetness. They give her an incredulous look which makes her roll her eyes. "You really think that if I wanted to take you all down, I'd openly ask to use a shooting range?" She can't believe people would think she's that blunt. If she wanted to, nobody would realise until it is happening. They get on their radio to confirm this with whatever superior officer they turn to. In a few seconds, he nods with a 'yes, sir.' before turning to Jessica. "You have access under supervision."
She winks at the guard in a appreciation and steps up to the range. Picking up and loading a handgun, she lets herself unwind. Over the gunfire and pinging of bullet hitting the metal target's head, she hears the guard on a radio. She focuses her powers to tune in on whatever that conversation is, all the while continuing to shoot down targets to avoid being suspected of eavesdropping. Apparently the Blackwater member Rourke was talking about bringing in. The name catches her attention, Archangel. She's heard of this woman, apparently a Tier one super Swig that is basically the real life Captain America. She learnt this information when she stole some rather sensitive and top secret information for a client, she decided to snoop in what they have a little and discovered Archangel, whose powers are a little similar to her own... The only difference is while Jessica actively controls hers, Archangels is passive according to the info, now sue can meet this myth in the flesh. Hm... This could be interesting... Shame she's a Swig. She zones back into her task at hand, thinking over this new little bit of information.
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Post by Alexodia on Feb 10, 2017 22:42:16 GMT
Watching with a raised eyebrow as the stealth plane maneuvered into the hangar from the hallway window on the way from her office, Agent Clarke turned around from her position at the window and headed towards the elevator down the hallway, the brisk pace of her steps matching the speed of her conflicted thoughts. She'd only received the encrypted request an hour ago, she mulled as she hit the button on the elevator to head down to the hallway leading into the hangar. She wasn't a fan of Rourke, and neither was the one he had requested; freelance operations were classically volatile, usually populated by mercenaries with no actual training. Still, she'd worked with them before, and so had the one he'd requested; most times, it was a short tenure that they needed her expertise for, never more than a temporary stretch. Still, didn't mean that she wouldn't respond adversely. Especially, she mused as the elevator reached the ground floor and she headed out, turning right towards the hangar, since she wasn't exactly spent for time.
Stepping through the automated doors with practised authority, she watched with a blank, yet vigilant eye as numerous agents spilled out of the stealth plane's exit hatch, more than several of them sporting injuries from their mission. Expertly cutting past the moans and groans of the agents in her path, she cast her eyes further back into the interior of the plane she could see, before a steady roar began to reach her ears, coming from outside of the still-open hangar doors. Rolling her eyes almost imperceptibly, she watched idly as everyone turned to see a motorcycle race into view through the hangar doors, the engine roaring as the motorcycle and its rider deftly maneuvered through cargo, base personnel and various jets, speeding past the stealth plane and is bruised inhabitants before the rider turned the bike to its side mid-ride and brought the speeding bike to a screeching halt with expert precision, coming to a halt several feet in front of Agent Clarke at the back end of the hangar still several feet in front of the open doors, having not moved an inch during the whole procedure and standing there with a raised eyebrow at the rider, looking wholly unimpressed. Rolling her eyes once more as the rider pushed herself off of the bike, the rider shook her head vigorously to right her wind-swept hair and blatantly ignored every eye in the hangar on her entrance as Victoria Hallward cast one last look at the hangar behind her before striding with authoritative purpose towards the hangar exit, her operations suit still standing out amongst the usual black military gear of the soldiers and the immaculate suits of the personnel.
"Quite an entrance." Agent Clarke noted in a deadpan voice, effortlessly falling in stride with the super-soldier some inches taller than her. "Would it kill you to come back with the men every now and then?"
"Stray sentry towers; infiltration team failed to dismantle them completely, they would have alerted the other enemy bases." Victoria revealed, her British accent clashing heavily with Clarke's Canadian lilt.
"I'm sure." Agent Clarke shot back, her tone betraying no obvious signs of disbelief. But they both knew better than that. As they both came to a stop in front of the elevator and Clarke pressed the button, a flash of red caught the corner of her eye; looking down to the taller woman's hip, her eyebrow raised at the sight of a bullet wound streaking across the blonde's abdomen. Following the gaze of the smaller woman, Victoria noticed where she was looking as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
"It's a graze. I'll be fine." Victoria declared in a matter-of-fact tone, barely paying her wound two seconds of attention as both women headed inside the elevator and she pressed the button to head to Clarke's office's floor. Feeling the quick rise of the elevator, Agent Clarke rolled her eyes once more at the taller woman's nonchalant, almost irritated view of her own injuries.
"I think assigning you that personal physician of yours was probably the biggest waste of money outside of those cellphone EMP's." Agent Clarke remarked in a sardonic tone, not at all surprised at the expression of confusion momentarily crossing the taller woman's face.
"I have a personal physician?" Victoria asked as her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, more than slightly baffled at this new information and turning her head to look inquisitively at the woman next to her, who was still consciously facing forward as the elevator shot up at swift speeds before coming to an abrupt halt, having reached their floor.
"Exactly." The smaller woman responded, a ghost of an exasperated smirk gracing her features as she stepped out of the elevator and headed left down the corridor towards her office on the far end of the hallway, her companion once again gracefully falling in line. Biting back a remark, Victoria let the conversation between them die into a comfortable silence as they both strode towards the office doors, slowing her steps slightly as Agent Clarke took point through the automated doors and stepped into her office, heading straight for her desk as Victoria cast her eyes around the office, her eyebrows raising slightly in faint amusement.
"Roomier than I remember." The taller woman spoke, her tone thick with fake innocence. "Did you get an upgrade since I was gone?"
"Yeah, new paint. Really livens the place up, don't you think?" Agent Clarke bit back with just as much faux-innocence as Victoria, her expression carefully blank as she picked up the file she had left in the middle of her desk and turned around back to the taller woman, now looking at her with an air of uncertain expectancy. Maintaining her carefully neutral expression as she crossed the divide between them and handed her the file, she turned back to her desk just slowly enough to catch the Swig's face drop into one of severe annoyance.
"No."
"You haven't even opened the file." Agent Clarke pointed out with an exasperated sigh as she turned around to look at the irritated Swig, crossing her arms and leaning back against the desk as both women stared the other down.
"I don't have to; this is Blackwater's insignia, you know that. I don't like working with mercenaries, remember?"
"You have before."
"That was different; I had to work with them then."
"So, what's the difference?" Agent Clarke asked with a practised air of nonchalance, shrugging her shoulders for effect. Judging by the narrowed eyes of the woman across from her, it worked. "Look, Rourke requested you personally. Usually, it's a mutual thing, but he asked for you and your, quote "skills, unquote." she continued, seeing the cogs turning in Victoria's head as struggled for a reason to avoid her assignment. "Come on, these are the only assignments you ever turn down; usually, you're knocking my door down asking for assignments. Just get whatever is over with, okay? Maybe if you actually had any free time, I'd start to feel bad about giving you assignments during your vacation days."
"You know that's not the point." The Swig snapped, her irritability getting the better of her as she imagined what exactly Blackwater was involved in this time.
"You're going straight from one assignment to another almost every week, so it's some of the point." Agent Clarke sighed, running a hand over her face and turning her head briefly to look out of her office's window overlooking the hangar before looking back at the fidgeting Swig, who had thrown herself into a chair closer to the smaller woman and looking up expectantly. "You know, at some point, you've got to do something other than go on assignments. You need to relax.", she affirmed, before tilting her head to the side slightly in thought. "What about Ellie in Marketing? It's not exactly a secret that she's had a gigantic lady hard-on for you since day one, maybe you could let off some steam." she offered, only briefly acknowledging the look of incredulity passing over the Swig's expression, before settling on a distant form of resignment.
"In case you hadn't noticed, Robin, we're in a secret base in a country I wasn't even sure existed before I came here the first time; I'm not exactly spoilt for choice in terms of these things. Plus..." she trailed off, her voice becoming distant and her eyes glazing over momentarily before snapping back into focus, not quick enough for the trained agent to not notice her change in demeanour. "...I can't exactly hold down a regular life, can I? I don't do dates, or..." she trailed off again, her voice sounding almost wistful before shaking her head vigorously. "This is my life; this is what I do. This, I can do. I've never been able to talk to girls anyway, I always end up...talking too much." She knew her words had hit something when she heard no answer from the agent in front of her, meeting her eye to see the agent merely studying her with slightly narrowed eyes, the wheels clearly turning in her head.
"Then do it." Agent Clarke asserted after several seconds of silence, nodding her head once towards the file currently resting in Victoria's lap. "Do what you do best, and I'll tell you what; if you come back with less then five injuries, I'll come over to your quarters, I'll bring ice-cream, and we'll watch those crappy old movies of yours." she proposed, meeting the surprised expression of the seated Swig with her usual poker face with the exception of her warmer then usual eyes. "But if I win..." she added on before Victoria could say anything, raising her finger to emphasise her point as an amused smirk crept across the Swig's face. "...you have to ask out the girl from Marketing. And no half-measures or chickening out; I'm talking full-on. Deal?"
"Who would have known the hard-ass director of a secret base loved to play matchmaker, hmm?" Victoria teased affectionately, her grin now clear across her face at the agent's perfect poker face that they both knew to be absolute bullshit. After earning a raised eyebrow for her troubles, Victoria tipped her head slightly in acquiescence. "Deal."
"Perfect. You leave in two hours; your plane's already fuelling up to head over to Blackwater's BoO." Agent Clarke announced, using the back of her foot to push herself off of her leaning position against the desk and heading around it to sit in the chair, ignoring the muted chuckle of the Swig standing up from her position.
"Guess I'd better get ready." She admitted, turning her back to the agent currently seated in her desk and heading towards the door, still in her uniform from the previous mission.
"For date night?" The seated agent offered teasingly, not looking up from the mission report she had flipped open on her desk.
"No, movie night." The Swig shot back just as quickly, a smirk ghosting across her face. "Gotta get the atmosphere just right." she teased, right back as she stepped through the automated doors, hearing a rare burst of laughter from the agent before the doors closed behind her.
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*Seven Hours Later*
Propping her head back against the headrest of the seat on the jet currently hurtling towards the Blackwater base of operations, Victoria moaned softly as she closed her eyes and tried to prevent herself from imagining all of the scenarios that she had been envisioning at Blackwater for the thirtieth time, having failed miserably each time. Sure enough, this time was no different. Snapping her eyes open suddenly and pushing herself off of her seat before looking at the clock on the hull wall for the remainder of the journey's time, she tried to ignore the itchy feeling in her hand. She hardly ever enjoyed the rides there or back; there was nothing for her to do but wait. She sometimes wished she could work out some of her restlessness on a punching bag; at the very least, she could usually sketch some of her memories in her sketch book. But that was with her regular things; she'd packed it with her supplies in a period of absent-mindedness. Feeling the vibration of the metal beneath her feet, she began to hum under her breath as she picked out a single bullet from one of the ammunition crates and began to twirl it within her fingers, her tune becoming steadily more complex as the bullet danced between her deft fingers at an impressive speed.
Suddenly, an unexpected bump in turbulence caused the bullet to weave straight through her unprepared fingers, dancing through the air and twirling around and around before finally landing on the metal flooring and rolling under one of the cargo hold seats. Sighing softly in exasperation, Victoria headed over towards the seat and deftly dropped down into a push-up position, giving her the ability to see underneath the seats to where the bullet had vanished; every bullet counted, after all. Or, at least, it did; as she looked for the pesky stray bullet that continued to elude her, her attention was diverted to a small package underneath her seat. Frowning, she disregarded the bullet for now and reached for the package beneath her seat; small enough to be a book of sorts, and deliberately placed underneath her seat. Feeling something brush her fingers on the other side of the package, she turned it over to see a purple Post-It note resting prettily on the packaging:
/Thought you'd appreciate a way to while the time away./
/R.C. x/
Raising an eyebrow in reserved amusement, Victoria carefully tore open the packaging, peeling off the exterior layers to see what was inside; once she had and she had managed to get a glimpse at the front of the gift, she let her arms go slack and fall into her lap and her head loll backwards in disbelief, unable to avoid letting out a stunned laugh that quickly turned into hysterics.
"That...sarky bitch." Victoria breathlessly whispered, her form still shaking and her mouth still aching from laughter as she looked down into her lap to see the vintage Captain America #1 comic book sitting prettily in her lap, the picture of innocence. Steeling herself as an amused grin plastered itself across her face once more, she raised an eyebrow in entertainment and crossed her leg across her lap as she opened the comic book in her lap with a chuckle that she didn't even attempt to stifle, her spirits lifting with every printed word as the bullet lay forgotten underneath one of the seats of the plane on route to the Blackwater compound.
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Post by Lady-Lee on May 17, 2017 1:26:00 GMT
Standing outside the debrief room and listening to the others, Tabi was going through some mixed feelings regarding the mission. While she wasn't thrilled by the fact she almost died she can also see why Mamba separated. With shake of her head Tabi walks into the room where everyone is fighting.
At present Tabi is a mess, and eye swollen shut, split lip barely holding her cigarette, and an arm hang limp in its cast and bandages wrapped around her chest and stomach. Glancing around at her "team".
"So… you're all bitching about the mission but you gotta remember, the mission was a success and no one died. Frankly I came the closest to dying but I couldn't really care less since I'm getting paid. So take off your kiddie pants and quit whining, please."
Looking between everyone in the room she shakes her head. "Look, the mission didn't go ideal but I've seen worse… Way, way worse."
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Post by projectekertest33 on May 20, 2017 21:09:55 GMT
Daisy turns to Tabi the way she was talking reminded Daisy if the instructors in the Facility. "Yeah? Well good for fucking you I'm glad to hear it but I haven't so you'll excuse me for being a tiny bit annoyed that some pyromaniac tried to melt my tits off! Not to mention that it went so far fucking south that Jack had to get involved despite the fact that I made it pretty fucking clear that I DIDN'T want that to happen!" She stood nose-to-nose with Tabi. "So thanks for the pep talk but shove it up your ass."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 7, 2017 15:37:21 GMT
Meanwhile, Commander Rourke sits in his office as he files through reports of interest from the numerous scouts and informants spread across the world. His mind is currently on the team... Their skillsets and talents are great assets for the kind of missions they will be sent on, but most are at each other's throats and are likely to kill each other during a mission. He hopes that led under Arch Angel will change that attitude and have them working like a well-oiled machine...
As if his thoughts created a prompt, an officer steps into the room after knocking with a look that he has something important to pass on. After an exchange of salutes, the young man speaks up while maintaining a perfect military posture. "Commander, Arch Angel's aircraft shall be arriving shortly." He reports. Rourke nods with a hum of approval. "Good, right on time. Have the men gather those that have left the briefing room and bring them back in. It's high time these rough bunch meet their new master." He gives a closed lipped smile as he rises from his chair and follows the officer out to greet the incoming arrival. She surely will knock some sense into them, Rourke is confident in that.
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One guard watching Jessica warily at the shooting range hears a new set of orders through his earpiece and responds with his acknowledgement. "McCrory. You are to return to the briefing room." He calls out over her gunfire and the pings of bullet hitting the steel targets. She turns her head slightly upon his voice and sighs audibly. Looks like she has killed enough time, this was beginning to get a little boring anyway. She turns to the guard after laying the firearm back on the table and follows him back to the briefing room, this will certainly be interesting, though she knows this is about Arch Angel thanks to her eavesdropping on a previous radio exchange. Upon entering the briefing room, she sees the hot-headed, burnt chested Daisy trying to square off against Tabby. She can't help but make a small chortle at the display, the stubborn berserker learnt nothing... "Still burning off anger, crystal? I guess I would be too if Phoenix nearly burnt a hole through my chest, Huh? Then again, I'm not that reckless to let that happen." She taunts nonchalantly as she sits down, watching the guard that came in with her separate the two to a fair distance. She wonders if she can make her go into another rage while the guards are here, like in the showers. Nobody is that crazy, right?
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jun 20, 2017 17:37:27 GMT
Daisy yells in anger her skin turning to crystal again as she strides towards Mamba, she has had enough shit for a lifetime the last 24-hours and what she really wants right now is to beat the snot out of something and now Mamba had given her an excuse. Daisy frankly didn't care about the guards although she could almost hear Ma chastising her. "Tut-tut little-lady, we really must control that temper of yours..." She felt a bullet bounce off her, one of the guards must have lost their nerve, but it doesn't even slow her down. "Stand-up bitch let's do this!"
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