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Post by dakota on Mar 28, 2009 0:08:44 GMT -5
" Well my dear, you seem to be just the sort I can use." The man addressing Angel giggled slightly.
He had called himself Wraith, but the man with him referred to him as Arnold. . She had been brought to a police station once she arrived in town, after a representative of the mayor's office had contacted her in regards of hiring her services to help with Miami's growing meta issue as part of a task force modelled after Century Station's Sector.
Wraith, along with his teammate called Arc looked at each other, then back to Angel," Our number one problem is that a government agency has been interfering. There's a bit of a jurisdiction issue there. So don't be suprised someone flashes a badge in your face. Now, I'm sure you have questions?"
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Post by foxx on Mar 28, 2009 19:17:56 GMT -5
I'm sure you got uses for me. Angel thought to herself feeling one of her ability induced headaches coming on. She rubs her temple as the man called Wraith gave the pitch about the job she was being hired for. The only time she open an steel gray eye was when Wraith mentioned Sector. Angel had nothing but hard feelings about that particular agency, if one could call it that. Those rare occasions always involve them screwing up an operation that was of vital important to her bosses. CIA needed this guy a live, Sector has them killed. Need this terrorist leader dead by dawn, Sector was spiriting him away to some safe house half a world away.
They never had any respect for any one not of Sector. They played by their own rules for their own reasons and Angel detested them for it.
Once Wraith opens the floor for the Q&A, Angel speaks up, “Sector 10 from Century Station. I'm familiar with them. They are the face of the SECTOR created to deal with inter- jurisdictional crimes committed by criminal masterminds, terrorists and super beings. Makes one have to ask if your getting sponsored by SECTOR for this team, or are you just really ambitious? I can deal with former if I have too...”
Dealing with the former and keeping her eyes wide open, even when she slept.
“So that only leaves whats our mission in Miami and whose the other agency giving you a hard time?”
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Post by dakota on Mar 29, 2009 0:01:52 GMT -5
" Oh, aren't we the suspicious one. " Wraith chuckled. " We work for the city, not Sector, and we get our instructions straight from city hall. But we are here to do the same job. Miami's meta population has exploded in the past year, and with it comes all sorts of problems. The other agency is the NSCA, better known simply as Control, used to be a CIA black-ops group until it was restructured a few years back and reassigned to the NSA. The local team is made up mostly of kids, so they can be unpredictable. I'm sure you'll get to meet some of them soon enough."
Arc finally had something to contribute," Arnold, you said something about having something for us to do?"
" Patience, let the young lady pose her questions before we put her to work, Arc." Wraith turned back to Angel," Nex question?"
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Post by foxx on Mar 29, 2009 7:47:44 GMT -5
Angel holds up her hands with a smile on her face, "What can I say, I'm the suspicious type."
She listens to the rest of the spiel as Wraith lays it down. Angel was not familiar with Control, perhaps because of the bouncing around. Advertising the CIA black-op teams also wasn't going to give it up top billing. Maybe when she got the chance, Angel will call up one of her friends back in the NSA to see what info she could gain about Control.
"A buncha kids huh. Do we know anything else about them other then how old they are, what do we do if they interfere with our work in the city?"
Angel guess he was committing herself to the job with the last question. She needed the work after all since doing the war on terror right became real unpopular.
"I guess, I'm in. I just want to know what weapon we get to work with. Not that I'm picky, two 93R's with hollow points will suit me just fine..."
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Post by dakota on Mar 30, 2009 0:36:12 GMT -5
" I think that could be arranged." Wraith nodded. He motioned for Angel to follow along. He opened a door marked storage and inside was another door with a punch code. He keyed in his code and the door opened. Inside was wall to wall weaponry. " Choose you weapons, and try not to drool on the rest." He giggled.
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Post by foxx on Mar 30, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
Angel walks into the room and begins taking stock. Enough weapons in here to make sure the city had a really bad day if needed. Mayor seem to be banking on some big trouble with the meta-population. She couldn't ignore the feeling she had seen this before; back in places like Iraq, Afghanistan, etc. Places where people store weapons to use in their own personal wars. In this case it made sense if your going to be fighting against people with powers that defy convention. Didn't the U.S. Government spend a lot of time and effort to make Angel the woman she is today.
Angel picks out the two guns she requested and checking them over. In perfect condition she'll load them with regular ball ammo and pick up two more magazines for each. She'll untuck her shirt and holster them on her customs holsters. She turns back to Wraith when she is done.
“Alright, whats this mission you boys are talking about?”
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Post by dakota on Mar 31, 2009 0:54:06 GMT -5
" Just a simple seek and capture. " Wraith replied, as he resealed the gun locker's door. " We have a young man who likes to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. We're going to bring him in and end his meddling." He passed her a picture of a simple enough looking young man. " His name is Trevor Williams."
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Post by foxx on Mar 31, 2009 7:04:43 GMT -5
Angel looks at the picture, taking in the details of the young man.
"What has Trevor been doing to meddle?"
She was ready to go looking for the young man to bring him in. She didn't quite believe the wholesome normal look to him. Too many times she thought of something as innocent, only to have it turn into a drooling beast of mass destruction. Hopefully not the case with Trevor, but he, who knows these days with metahumans.
"Okay, lets go pick him up. Give me a chance to get a feel for the work here."
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Post by dakota on Mar 31, 2009 10:19:56 GMT -5
" He's a little mutie pest is what he is." Arc replied gruffly. " We should send Nero after him."
Wraith shook his head," That wouldn't be a good idea. Miami fire would have to be on standby if we send one fire powered meta to catch another. no, this will take another approach." He looked at Angel and smiled, which had a bit of a sadistic look to it. " The key is to lure him away from his friends to make his capture easier. Since you are new, Angel, that's where you come in."
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Post by foxx on Mar 31, 2009 10:25:32 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Small smirk twisting Angels lips. "What did you have in mind? To lure him away from his buddies?"
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Post by dakota on Mar 31, 2009 12:26:27 GMT -5
" He and his friends have a long standing fight with a group of miscreants called the Brethren. If we can convince the target you are a repentant member, he will be compelled to help you." Wraith smirked. " Once you have him alone, Arc and I will move in to assist in the capture."
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Post by foxx on Mar 31, 2009 14:42:21 GMT -5
"Alright." Angel says, nodding her head. "Lets go pick him up."
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Post by dakota on Apr 1, 2009 6:45:08 GMT -5
Wraith's smirk grew to a full blown smile, a predatory look, and he led Angel and Arc out to a sedan. After driveing for a while, he slowed in front of a fire station converted into a body shop called Outcast Original Customs. As they rolled passed, he said," He lives in the third floor apartment and works downstairs. Now that you know our part in the plan, how would you like to play this?"
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Post by foxx on Apr 1, 2009 13:44:09 GMT -5
Angel takes in the sights, looking the building over for obvious ways to exit, or for others to enter into in a rush.
"I was thinking of playing up the part of the repented Brethern. A poor delusional girl who thought she was getting into greater than herself, instead they turn me into the group slut. I got sick of it, I got some hard evidence that'll put them all away for life.
"Only he's got to hurry if he wants it. We come back outside and you guys subdue him. If he don't buy it I'll try to distract him and send a signal that you guys need to come busting in. Give it twenty minutes to talk him into doing something..."
Angel waits for the car to stop and slips out. She looks back through the window. "You boys be patient and let me do my thing, okay?"
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Post by dakota on Apr 2, 2009 4:54:16 GMT -5
From their cruise by, all Angel picked up on the front bay doors, a side door and a fire escape.
Arc shrugged, " I'd buy that story."
Wraith chuckled, a sound that became more unsettling everytime Angel heard it. " Arc, you'd buy anything." He parked around the corner. " We will wait nearby in case you signal. Take this." He offered a small radio.
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