And so it begins...

[albatross]

[Tiger]

O.O.C.: I thought Tiger left the briefing room, but I will respond to Shroud's question as if he asked it later- just before everyone meets up again at the unmarked vehicle. For now I'll assume Shroud asks Tiger privately, or at least without Jeckle around....

IC:

She thinks about it for a few moments. "I will consider using that idea to get us into the militant Mutant Underground group, still I want to try to go through this Tribe person first."

She looks at Shroud carefully, "I've got my reasons. I'll need to repeat this to the others, but I think this concerns us the most. If the Minotaur has as good a source in the mayor's office as indicated, then that means its someone very highly placed. They will definitely know we are coming. They will be watching for our arrival and they will be following our progress. Advertising is just going to give the Minotaur's organization more background on us."

"We'll use your plan if we need to of course, yet what we really need are to come up with some ideas to keep whoever they send after us busy. I've sent a text message to an old friend. He's annoyingly difficult to track and really hard to bring down- a good ghost. I'm hoping we can trick a tail or two into following him."

"Still, we're going to need more than that. I'm sure you will be able to tip off us when we have someone following us. We are going to need to figure out some things for those tag-alongs to do. I don't want to kill them. I want to confuse them. They need to think that they don't need to send anyone else after us and that our real goals are not to penetrate the Labyrith and bring down the Minotaur."

"Let's get the others thinking about this... I want to get some more ideas before we arrive at Century Station." Tiger smiles at Kris, its clear this mission will be well suited to his talents.

[tag: Shroud]

[Tiger]

Tiger sends a text message to an old friend named "Mark" it reads "Call me" and lists a phone number with an extension which is actually a GPS code for a bar in Century Station which happens to be far from the Labyrinth.

***

[dakota]

(ooc: I must've missed the part about her leaving, my mistake)

Trying to hide his annoyance at Tiger's blowing off his idea, Khris shrugged. " Whatever. You're the boss. Just thought you'd be a little more receptive to an alternative approach than what Alexander feeds you. Besides, this minotaur bloke won't know I'm with OS unless he's got a mole since I've always kept my affiliation as quiet as I could, just in case I finally rubbed one too many people the wrong way." He smirked as he got up and started for the door. " If you need me, you know where to find me." He let himself out without giving her chance to reply.


Striding acrossed the compound, Khris headed straight for the shooting range. stopping long enough to exchange pleasantries with Oscar and to get a box of ammunition from him, Khris was releived to find the range empty. Slipping off his sandals, he tucked them into his waistband and scaled up the side of the range to his favorite perch overlooking the target gallery. He go into position and braced his feet before taking the deceivingly heavy sandals in hand and they were replaced by his prized Dragunov SVD sniper rifle. His mind still on his conversation with Tiger, he began to hum loudly to himself and used his open sights to target one of the smaller targets and began to dump round after round into it to try to calm down, pausing for only a moment to use his namesake ability to camoflague himself with the back wall. Should anyone enter the door below, he knew he'd sense them long before he them and his blending in would help him to go unnoticed. He wasn't in the mood to socialize at the moment, not that he usually was.

[tag]

[shiivster]

*contents herself with the last of her gadgets completion. to the untrained eye, it looks like a hodgepodge collection of highschool kid put together costume piece. it helps to have the 'Ironman' scratched into the outer plate to keep it that way and the only 'projetcile that is obviously 'cosmetic' is the Nerf sticky dart, mounted on the surface the actual comp chip that runs the guantlet is sadely tucked away in one of the many tiny lead-lined pockets of the coat.

*the dark glasses that cover the eyes looks up at the footsteps that stop nearby, studies the individual and then nods once.

[tag]

[albatross]

[Tiger]

Approaches the meeting place near the unmarked vehicle a good half-an-hour before the scheduled departure time. She is still running over the files on Jeckle and the Magician in her mind, thinking of some questions for them. She looks around to see if anyone else has arrived.

[tag: any]

[shiivster]

*time passes, her eyes drift up from time to time to study each face that nears, and finally recognizes Tiger and comments 'hello ... let me guess, you need info? try these on, and if you need them adjusted to fit over gloves let me know now' *tosses up oneof the brass knuckles towards her and thn goes back to her tinkering and tightens up the last of the tiny screws that hold the 'nerf darts' in place.

[tag]

[thagema]

Magician walks up a few minutes before deadline with a large bag on his back. His clothes have changed to a more informal and comfortable traveling attire. The large rod is no longer present, though it's likely the item is in his bag.

Magician sets his bag on the ground and stands by while Tiger and Jeckle talk.

[shiivster]

*gives Magician the nod of "i see you" and waits for Tiger to respond or not at her discretian. Digs out one pair of dark sunglasses and offers them to Magician "they work to show you body heat. might be helpful sometime. best i can do, i got a couple of spares ,,, "

[tag]

[dakota]

As the last shell casing hit the floor, Khris looked at his watch. He would be late for the rendezvous before they left, but he really didn't care at the moment. Reverting back to normal, he returned the rifle to it's hiding place and dropped his sandals to the floor below as he scaled down. slipping them on his feet, he cleaned up his mess and left the range, crossing to his room in the barracks.

Letting himself in his room, he quickly showered and changed into less attention drawing clothes before picking up a prepacked duffelbag he always kept packed and wandered towards the meeting place. He glanced at his watch as he arrived. He looked up at Tiger once he had confirmed his tardiness. " You're used to me being late, Tigger. And I see you've got Piglet and Christopher Robin all packed too. Did you bring enough pullups for them, or do I have to run to the store when we land?" He made no attempt that he was still annoyed by her blowing off his idea.

[tag]

[shiivster]

*stands up .. the metal not really that obvious now that its been painted a dull non-reflective color. turning to Magician 'sorry about that, dont really know who's supposted to be who ...but he's growly enough to be eyeore ... sad really ... always thought he'ld have ears and a longdepressed nose .. '

'heard that one before .. but i was usually refered to as .. kanga for some reason ... scareyhuh? .. books youlike as a kid come back to haunt you ... so what's your favorite weapon? ... *thenholds out a pair of hte glasses to shroud to take or not ... and another to tigger ...*

[tag]

[albatross]

[Tiger]

Takes the sunglasses and gets in the vehicle. She puts the brass knuckles whereever the rest of the contraband is going and puts the sunglasses in the pocket of her suit.

She turns to Jeckle and the Magician, "I want you to know that the same information leak that lets the Minotaur elude the mayor is likely going to let his organization know we are coming. People are going to be looking for us. I'm not interested in killing them, for the moment, I'd like to come up with ways to distract them. I'd like to convince them or at least confuse them that pentrating the Labyrinth and killing the Minotaur aren't our objectives. If you come up with any plans to throw off some followers before we visit Tribe, I'd like to hear them."

She smiles, "If Tribe doesn't come through in connecting us to the militant Mutant Underground, then we'll use Shroud's plan." Tiger doesn't elaborate what Shroud's plan is to Jeckle and the Magician. "Until we decide to use that plan, I want to keep a low profile and attract as little attention as possible, since information about anything we do could find its way back to our target."

"No need to tell me the first idea that comes into your head right now, there is plenty of driving and flying time for any discussions. Take your time and think about the situation."

[tag: any]

[dakota]

" My dear, eyeore has nothing on me." Khris replied with a chuckle as he set his duffle down long enough to unzip it and take out a small carry on bag. As he zipped it up, he had to tuck the arm of the armor Tiger had given him year's ago. " This has to go with the stuff we're sneaking in, Tigger." He said as he slid the duffle forward with his foot. " An I'm gonna need a cleaning kit when we get there, plus whatever explosive we're gonna need."

He accepted the sunglasses, looking at them before dropping them in his carry on. " I thought everyone around here knew that one, Jeckle. I know Alexander's passed on enough complaints from other members about my taking my Dragunov out on the base perimeter to keep my long range practice up. Apparently people donna appreciate it at four in the morning." He shrugged with an impish grin. He looked at Tiger. " I thought we were getting one more? And donna be telling me it's Pixie, or I turn around and walk back to the boss' office right now. Once was enough." His smirk faded and his tone was deadly serious.

[tag]

[shiivster]

*listens and then nods at Tiger's comment 'guantlet's have compartments for foam and oil .. can interchange them with one for some form of mist of red pepper and thin oil to cause a waterin of eyes ... or a film of .. say super glue? or i can make an irratant from bleach and ammonia ... like a mustard gas. will hurt if not taken care of right away.'

*then to shroud 'noted. ever try a potassium blend, so that even a miss will knock em down? .. could do that if you want .. ' *then gets into the vehicle and drops her bag to the floor between the feet and then chooses to remain silent so others can offer suggestions*

[tag]

[thagema]

Magician takes the sunglasses offered and places them in his shirt pocket. With a nod, he places his bag in the back of the SUV and climbs into the back seat, a beat book in his hands.

[Dome]

'I can't believe my first big mission for this group has me going back to Century Station. Life sure is interesting, its full of 180 degree turns. When I left Century Station, I swore I would never return, atleast not unless I could prove the truth about my dad. I just hope that me and this team can get in and get the job done fast before anyone from my families past catches wind I am in town, Dante thinks to himself as he packs his bags.

In his bag that he will take on the plane he just packs a few changes of clothes and his laptop. Nothing out of the ordinary. In a long bag he packs a samarai sword, a claymore, his collapsable bo-staff courtesy of Omega Shield, and his dual collapsable nights sticks he picked up in that out of the way "specialty" shop under the overpass in Miami.

'I know I'm the new guy and there may be some razzing. I'm prepared for that. I will have to prove to them I am a valuable member of the team. I just hope my families past doesn't come back to hurt us. Then they will see me as a liability.'

Dante leaves his room dressed in his normal attire, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of military grade combat boots, and his long trenchcoat. Anyone looking at his face would see a face of a good looking man that seems to be unhappy about life. His dark sunglasses make it difficult to read any emotion off his face.

Before heading to the car and his first assignment, Dante heads right for Alexander's office. He walks in and drops his bag of "gear" by the door. "Alexander, all I need for the op is in that bag. Please see that it gets there," he says in a gruff.

He says, "You know Alexander, when I signed up I told you all about my problems in CS and I asked you not to send me there. You told me not to worry. Now on my first big mission your sending me there. Why me? Don't you have other guys on the payroll that can take my place?"

[tag: Alexander]

[thagema]

Mr. Alexander stares at the bag, then looks at Dante.

"First off, you must remember that your recruitment to Omega Shield wasn't arranged by me. I had nothing to do with that. I was part of your indoctrination. I also had nothing to do with your assignment to this team. That was made by people in positions hire than mine. They have access to your file where I clearly marked as not recommended for duty in Century Station. They felt, I assume, that you may have contacts within the city that may be beneficial to the mission. In the very least, your return to the city will not be as publicized as you might think, but no one will see it as too unusual. Even if it is then it takes the heat of the rest of the team.

"Regardless, you have your mission. Whether you accept it or not is totally on you. You are the one who decides what missions you wish to take. If you wish to decline, then you can take your bag and go unpack. I'm sure I can find someone else. But, if you want to go after potentially the biggest criminal in the city, one who could have something to do with your father's damaged reputation or even the explosion, then you can take your bag to the garage where the vehicle is waiting to take you to Reno for your flight. Either way, get that damn bag out of my office. On your way out, there's a file on the table with the mission brief in it. If you want to take this job, then take the file. If not, leave it and I'll find someone else."

As he spoke, Mr. Alexander stood and walked around the desk and over to the door. As he finishes his last sentence he opens the door. There is no challenge or malice in his voice, but it is definitely commanding, as from one who expects orders to be followed.