CH1D: Revenant's Introduction

[Renekin Skywalker]

"We've got work for you." Says his manager. "You've got a meeting in room 204. Something about the Labrynth explosion."

[doc]

*Looks up from his computer screen, bleary-eyed, putting down his coffee cup* "Labyrinth thing? What's this now? Look, I'm still going over R&D's butchery of my 'Brilliant Bullets' proposal for next years budget." *Sighs, then rubs his two days of beard stubble and puts down the coffee* "Fine." *Gets up, sniffing himself* "whew! I'm getting two old for these code marathons." *Gathers his gear and holsters the over-sized pistol before putting on his coat* "OK. Lead on"

[Renekin Skywalker]

They never explained why they liked darkened office rooms. Maybe it was the mystique... maybe it was acne... probably just underfunding...

"Revenant. We have a job." Says the employer. Always hidden a little in the shadow. It was Joe. He'ld worked with Joe since the beginning of the project. He had neither mystique nor acne. He put a manilla envelope on the table between them. "Sector 10 wants to ensure the new batch of Caveliers runs smoothly. The Labrynth incedent has them worried."

[doc]

*looks apologetic as he opens the envelope* "Sorry, I haven't been keeping up with the news. What happened at the Labyrinth?"

[Renekin Skywalker]

The first thing he pulls out is a captured image of the blue flame explosion. "We were watching for something, but we did not expect this." Says Joe. Leaning forward, his mystique-less brow becomes visible. "We lit a match and found ourselves crispied in a swamp, kid."

[doc]

"Aw Jeez? Casualties" *Flips through the rest of the documents in the folders*

[Renekin Skywalker]

There's nothing more than a few notes, and pictures of the explosion.

"No numbers will be released." Joe answered. "But, the dead are nothing compared to the countless thousands who all want one thing." He said, waiting for Rev to guess.

[doc]

"What is 'Revenge'? and I'll take National Monuments for 500, Alex"

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Wrong answer. Well, maybe some. I doubt that Gantz women will step far from the camera for the next month. But, wrong." Joe answered. "Everyone, inside and out, all of a sudden, want the law in the labrynth. They want aid. They want food. Supplies. Running water."

"CHIMERA will repsond, of course, with what they can do. The Red Cross is already sending some investigators. Overlord just skipped a beat, kid. And we don't have the resources to keep up. So CHIMERA's recruiting. We will be prepping a batch of Caveliers for that job. And we want you on that team. As Sector 10's eyes and ears."

[doc]

"So, you want to do uncontrolled live fire testing on the highly experimental wetware that Sector 10 spent upwards of $48 million dollars in developing? Things are that bad, eh? Well, I'm in then." *Smiles*

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Got to test it some time, right, kid?" Joe answers. "And when better than with a bunch of no-names in the middle of the criminal lightning rod?" He grins back. "I'm sure you'll live to debrief us about it."

[doc]

"Well, I would have prefered a more controlled experiment for debugging, but as you say, it's your money. If you want me to run around with the spandex set, I'm game, and so is Marlowe" *Takes out the oversized pistol and spins it rapidly before holstering it*

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Not in the office, kid. You could get shot doing that. They're meeting on the ground floor. Room A-122. Just go as yourself. Masks are in the supply cabinet next to the staples and paperclips."

[doc]

"Gotcha. Any other instructions, or shall I go introduce myself?" *Gets up*

[Renekin Skywalker]

"You'll be on your own, so you've got to make that toy last as long as possible. Got it? Otherwise, we will be contacting you for regular reports. Spy stuff." With that, the door opens for Rev to leave.