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Post by B on Dec 23, 2008 2:07:43 GMT -5
Seth listened as suddenly he was put in command. "But-" Spencer asked if he wanted a team. "I dont think..." He was already walking away. Seth sighed. "You're going to leave us to baby-sit?" Seth heard and looked to see the Asian woman. Seth gave her a wearied look then silence for a few. The other psychic asked a question, Seth's face lit up once again and he smiled. "Yeah, there was a little girl on the computer screens all over the offices. She had bloody hair, but she didn't say anything." He opened his mouth to speak again but he was cut off. "So...do you really see ghosts? Or are you going to be like the last fifteen or so assigned to us." "..." "You know, I noticed you don't seem to want to be here. Nor do you really seem to like us. So why are you still here?" Seth folded his arms, about to give her a rap he had given many people in his life. "I'll save you the trouble and let you live your simple little life and say no. I can't see ghosts, I can't see in the future, and I can't see in the past, and I CERTAINLY can't take on ghost's emotions. As for liking you? I don't not like you, you're just like everyone else, so judgmental of others because they're either jealous that other people were 'gifted' or you're angry about something that happened to you and that you can't explain. Either way, as long as I have your commander convinced you're going to have to be stuck with 'babysitting' me a little longer because after seeing what I saw I don't want to leave now." He shook his head. "Jesus, you're like everyone. If I were to save you from a bullet that I saw happening you'd just say it was a lucky coincidence, if I were to say the world is going to blow up you would say that it was obvious..." He stopped. "Sorry..." He turned to the other psychic, it was a shame he had forgotten all their names. "Um... Can I talk to you for a second?" He smiled brightly.
Meanwhile... Spencer's cell phone began to ring, if he picked up then he would hear the Netvouz director's voice. "There's been an incident. A top secret government research lab, Omega 214, have been attacked. Units are surrounding the research center. We've lost all contact with everyone and infrared censors are picking up no humans. Netvouz is being ordered in at 0800 hours tomorrow. You will be working side by side with Navy Seals. Prepare."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 23, 2008 2:38:47 GMT -5
Spencer looked at his cell phone again, after the call to Sara, and found a small red arrow in the corner... he missed a call. The number was "private", but he was fairly certain he knew what was coming next. Within two minutes, the phone rang again, one of those obnoxious "beep beep boop" things that came with the thing. But it was better than paying for 20 seconds of some crappy song. "Hyatt." As cordial as ever, the director started right into it without taking a breath. "There's been an incident. A top secret government research lab, Omega 214, have been attacked. Units are surrounding the research center..." "Yessir. " he turned to the blob of black-suits and spoke up. "There's been another incident! We need to get this place as close to processed as we can before eight tomorrow morning. Another Government HQ. This time, something you can't enter with less than a keycard. What this means to you is that you're all in pairs, and you're all assigned a grid!" A few of the faceless newbies sighed, but most retained composure. "The Psychics get to work together, panning the entire area." he paired off everyone, assigned areas, and set off. It all looked the same as the last time he was scanning for anything special. A pile of rocks. Him and the biggest Tongan he'd ever seen were near the easternmost wall, and here, the windows were still looking down into a little park, with a pond in the center. Spencer still felt a little heat in the air, given off by the wisps of smoke trailing through the halls. He reached a wall, and turned around, where his team had a single room left to search. The Tongan, with his ten-foot strides, beat Spence to the door, felt for heat signatures, and opened the charred door onto a nice little corner office, painted a nice eggshell white with mauve stripes, running to the floor, from half way up the walls. The light inside was dim-- the blinds were drawn-- but Spence could make out an Oak desk, with some papers to file, a stapler and a roll of tape placed thoughtfully at the very edge of the wood, and a computer, humming as it displayed an Excel spreadsheet. Around the walls were paintings of various scenes -- most in some obscure part of Central Park, NYC, but some of the city. Glass baubles sat on a bookcase opposite the door. "What do you see?" the Tongan asked. "An office i'd kill to have?" "Same." "Can we, uhh... get someone over here? On the eastern wall? I need someone to verify something."
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Sam was trudging through the dust as best she could, and trying to keep up with a teenager in high heels is, simply, impossible, as far as she was concerned. "You said you wanted to talk to me?" She had a look of maternal worry in her eyes, she knew it. Kids always kill her. "...I need someone to verify something." "We're on our way. What was it, Seth?" Sam asked as she headed towards what she hoped was the right direction.
When she arrived, the look of awe on Spencer's face knocked her for a loop. He wasn't one to be impressed. She stood by him, saluted, and looked into the door he was. Inside was a whole. No walls, and maybe three floorboards. "You said you wanted to see someone, sir?" "Yeah.. what do you see in here?" "Nothing." "That's uhh, what I thought. very good, carry on. Thank you." Spencer saluted and continued on, trying to silence the goosebumps that had crawled down his back and across his arms.
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Post by B on Jan 3, 2009 2:20:29 GMT -5
Soon enough they were walking. It seems that the team leader wasn't going to leave as he had first noted, maybe something came up. Seth followed Sam, anxious to ask a question. "You said you wanted to talk to me?" "Well..-" "...I need someone to verify something." "We're on our way. What was it, Seth?" "You have an ability like me. They can speak through you, but is that all? Can they like... Take over your body and use it to hurt us? My psychiatrist told me that since I feel their feelings at random if they have a bloodlust it might carry on to me..."
Later they arrived to the spot where Spencer had called them. Seth only raised his eyebrow as they exchanged words. "odd.." Seth muttered lightly under his breath.
(Sort of a fillerish but it'll get the rp moving again. =D)
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 3, 2009 3:06:27 GMT -5
"...Can they like... Take over your body and use it to hurt us...?" Sam coughed, lightly, to bide time to think of her answer, and spoke weakly at first, "Well... yes... I'm, well, what you'd call a "medium". I.. allow, I guess... the spirits to control my body. But I'm still conscious. It's a little tough to explain, really. I can't see the spirits, like you can, but I can feel them watching me, too. It's uncomfortable, here. Everyone- " Sam Froze up in the middle of what would have been a hallway, and her leg jerked a few times, before she opened her mouth, and let out the most horrible, unearthly, soul-rending cry she'd ever heard herself make, and her legs began lumbering, stiffly, towards Seth, screaming "Why? Why? You let me--!" But before she could continue her rampage, her knees locked, and she fell, flat on her face, in a heap of panting Samantha. She got up, after a few moments of composing herself, and leveraged herself up, asking Seth for some aid. The fall on the rubble ripped up her jacket, and her nose was bleeding slightly, but the fall hadn't hurt her as much as the possession. "I think it's time we should leave."
The pair of psychics had left Spencer speechless, gazing into the office. After they had left, him and the Tongan doubled back and continued to look for anything that would point them towards a clue. As the pair rounded a corner, where the wiring seemingly exploded out of the wall, Spencer unsheathed a thermal camera, and the Tongan took out a voice recorder that looked like it belonged in the early nineties. Which was nice, because the camera was from the mid eighteen-hundreds. Spencer began sweeping the hall, left-to-right-to-left, while the Tongan asked questions like "What happened?" and "What is your name?" When the screech resounded through the maze of hallways, Spencer dropped the camera (which wasn't a problem, as anything built from the generation it was proved indestructible) and took off running, telling the Tongan to follow him, and forget about the tape. He saw when he arrived was what looked like a very apprehensive Seth holding up a very beaten Sam. "What happened? MEDICS?! MEDIC!"
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Post by V on Jan 4, 2009 23:28:08 GMT -5
Lena watched as Seth and Sam conversed about having powers. She thought of it like one would think of a fortune teller ad. She still didn't believe in spirits. Her team never really caught sight of any, and they were never really able to track them. On top of that, she thought Sam was not right in the head, although she did love the girl. "Yes, yes. You two are very gifted. But maybe not in the way you guys say." She subtly insulted. But her thoughts on that were about to change. She listened as Sam stopped mid sentence. "What? Forgot your script already?" She bit at her. Then Sam started to speak again, but this voice wasn't hers...which startled Lena. She stared at her friend, eyes widened, until the "possession" seemed to have stopped. Sam fell face first into the rubble. Lena was awestruck, she didn't even help Sam up. However when the trance broke, she knelt beside her, and check for signs of fever, feeling her cheeks and forehead. She wasn't sure why she did, but she was happy Sam seemed alright. She took a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the blood from the other woman's face. "Oh my...are you...oh god..." This was something she'd not forget. Spencer arrived sometime later, and started shouting for a medic.
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Post by B on Jan 4, 2009 23:39:46 GMT -5
Seth listened to Sam and heard Lena's outbursts but ignored them, so did Sam. Seems they were both used to the treatment. Suddenly Sam stopped Seth took a few steps before he noticed she wasn't following, and that she stopped in mid-sentence. "Uh?" He turned and suddenly she began lumbering towards him. "Why? Why? You let me--!" "Stop.." Seth said lightly, his voice in fear. Suddenly it seems the woman had won and she fell. An orb popped right out of her and charged Seth. It ran into Seth, burning a face and a deafening shriek into his head. He fell to his ass as the flash vision startled him. It was a different girl, much like the one he had seen in his vision but she was different, black hair this time. Seth put a hand to his head, it was ringing from the shriek. He quickly got up and helped Sam up slowly, Lena seemed to check the woman out. Seth was uncomfortable holding her, what if she gets possessed again with him so close by? He was sure the ghost was out of her but why did it want him? It tried to attack him through this woman and when it failed it tried as a spirit. What did the ghost mean when it spoke? "It was a different girl this time." Seth told Sam. "She had black hair. Looked older but she was still bloody." Seth expected some snide comment from Lena but the woman was still in a stupor. Soon enough he heard Spencer call for a medic.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 6, 2009 0:17:02 GMT -5
"It was a different girl this time. She had black hair. Looked older but she was still bloody." "Yeah?" Sam wearily remarked, as she eased herself down onto the bumper of the small, private-leased ambulance. Some guy in a white shirt and trucker cap was busy wrapping the plastic sleeve around her arm, checking blood pressure. "Oh yeah? Did you see the Bogey Man and Casper, too? Get a grip, kid." "You know, Seth, I didn't mean to do that... I didn't want to hurt you. You know that, right?" "Come on, lady. Is it drugs? Is that what's going on?" "No.... ghosts. Like we all told you when you got out here." "Whatever, lady. You're fine. Get off the truck and go do.... whatever it is you do." Sam turned back to Seth, "It's a shame no one else can understand what we're going through, until it's too late for them to apologize. So.... this new apparition was dark-haired? and we have one that's blonde. And they certainly don't have any remorse about it." Sam looked over the broken landscape, that seemed like it had been turned over and over, to no avail. "And one swatch of cloth, that really doesn't mean anything. This is going great." "Sam, Seth! Is everyone okay?" It was Olivia, jogging towards the red and white truck. "Yeah, Olivia, I think we're all fine. Just had a little hiccup, is all."
I'm making this part very glossy, because I'm kinda out of time. Spencer was getting frustrated with the entire thing. it seemed like the entire thing wasn't going anywhere, and he'd already had too much going on to spend any more time here. He left abruptly, leaving the team in the care of Lena, considering her the most logical and level-headed.
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Post by V on Jan 17, 2009 21:16:32 GMT -5
The ambulance arrived, and Lena was happy to see that Sam was alright, other than a nose bleed. She had listened to what the medic had said to her, and wanted to say something back. But she had no right to. She'd have had the same thoughts he did had she not been with Sam during the ordeal; so she just kept quiet. Spencer had to leave abruptly, and handed command over to Lena. This had come so sudden to her. She'd only acknowledged the existence of the supernatural. On top of that, she wasn't exactly sure of how to handle much that were beyond her own skills. But she needed to keep in ind the true objective, which was to identify what the true cause was. And Sam seemed to give her the idea that confirmed. "I guess..." she began to speak. "There isn't much left to investigate. Although I do wish we had a recording of what Sam said. Then we'd have proof to display to the FBI." She scratched her head and looked at the building again, then to Sam. She really didn't want to be worried like that again, but they'd need something solid.
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Recording equipment was gathered from the van, and Lena instructed both Seth and Sam to go back inside. "I hate to do this to you guys, but we just need small recording of anything said." She wasn't even sure if this would work. Seth probably thought her an idiot for trying to get the reaction this way. But she wasn't stupid. She was just inept at gathering information this way. But Neither her or Sam protested...so they must have approved. Or so Lena hoped, as she waited for another possession to take control of Sam...
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Post by B on Jan 17, 2009 21:24:11 GMT -5
Seth stood near Sam and listened to the guy but ignored him. Seth then saw Spencer leave randomly, giving the charge to the girl who didn't even believe. Suddenly he found himself getting out recording equipment, occasionally asking how to hook it up and set it up cus he didn't have the foggiest of what he was doing. Seth wanted to complain but he didn't. Instead, he just stood there with Sam, occasionally looking out for any spirits, he saw none. Seth shook his head to Lena. "I don't think it's going to happen again..."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 18, 2009 1:23:39 GMT -5
Sam looked flabbergasted at the newly in-charge Lena, as she instructed both psychics to walk back into the area they just got rescued from. "I hate to do this to you guys, but we just need small recording of anything said." Sam nearly gave Lena a tongue-lashing, but remembered who voted her to authority, and bit her lip instead. She walked right beside Seth on their way up the rubble heap, Forgetting to release pressure on her lip until Seth said something to break the silence. "I don't think it's going to happen again..." "I doubt it as much as you do. But, whatever she says, right?" Sam circled a few times, scanning the area, and finally sat down on a slightly less sharp rock than what she had been walking over. "You said you could see the spirits, right? Any around?" Olivia approached from behind, startling Sam to the point of falling over. "they told me to handle the recording equipment... So, Seth, was it? You're a cute kid. Any psychotic ex's I should worry about knocking our doors down?" She sighed heavily and heaved a duffle bag off her shoulder.
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Spencer slid into his car and sped off, oblivious to the speed limit on the avenue. Once he was well out of sight of the scene, he slowed down to a sane pace and putted the rest of the way home. Inside the dimly-lit room just inside his door, Spence could see a few coats hanging that didn't belong to him. Crap. he was late. He hurriedly stripped off his jacket and entered the main room in his apartment. Sitting on his table was a silvery tin of lasagna, and Sara, Ashley, his kid, her boyfriend, some ROTC Nazi, judging by haircut and posture, and ROTC's parents. They were all huddled around the couch, looking through some photo albums. Apparently scanning for pictures of Ashley doing something "stupidly kiddish", to use her vernacular. "Hey! Sorry I'm late. Work kept me late." "Still trying to figure out how to do it?" Sara. "Do what?" Ashley. "Oh, your father's been working on a project about using lasers, or something, as a weapon in the war." "That's... cool." Ashley, being interested. "I think it is. It's great to finally meet you, Mister Hyatt. Trevor Hayes." His handshake was light, but eager. "Tony." ROTC's Dad. "Miranda." his Mom. "Friends call me 'Spence'." "Alright! I bet the food's cooled by now. Let's dig in!" Sara chimed, obviously hiding some contempt. "Sounds good!" Spencer clapped, and pulled out a chair for Sara and Miranda. "Let me make a call real quick." He pulled at his house phone, and, carrying it into a back room, called Olivia and told her to give the phone to Lena, who he didn't have the number for. After a few fumblings, he informed her that the day was done, and to send everyone home.
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Post by V on Jan 19, 2009 0:49:16 GMT -5
A call came in for Lena...it was Spencer. The call came as a relief to her. Sam and Seth probably thought she was an idiot. "Alright guys." She said, handing the phone back to Olivia. "We're all free to go home. But..." She looked over at the gear that had been set up. "I'm going to position a few things before I go. So if anyone wants to keep me company, feel free." She joked that last part. She assumed no one would stay. Who would want to anyway. Above them was part of ventilation duct that was now supported by a warped strip of metal, obviously damaged by an explosion, like the rest of the room. Having been completely severed from the rest of the ducts, it was now opened, and Lena saw it as a great position for camera, and from her skills as an acrobat, putting it up there would not be too hard. The duct was maybe nine feet off the ground, so Lena looked for a slightly elevated surface in which she could get a little extra lift from. A charred desk nearby was a fitting candidate, and with the camera gear slung onto her back, as well as the camera's tripod, a roll of duct tape, and scissors, she climbed the scorched teak desk. She judged her distance carefully, not wanting to slam into it too hard, or miss it and fall on her face. When comfortable with her decision, she crouched down, and leaped landing inside the duct, but starting to slide back out. Her fingers latched onto the connectors that held the duct segments in place, as her legs flailed in the air. Taking the small tripod for the camera off her back, she faced it away from her, and had it deploy its legs as far as they would go inside, behind the supports her finger were gripping. The legs would hold her there, and she could hold the much easier to grip tripod. With her available hand, she placed the camera on the duct, letting it slide down and stop itself on her body. Then, she reached for the duct tape roll, starting the strip by holding it with her teeth, and pulling with the hand, until it was long enough to go over the camera once. She let her hand off the duct tape roll, so that she could grab the scissors and cut the strip free, letting the roll stop on her as well. The process was repeated until there were four strips of tape holding the camera onto the duct. She let go of the tripod slowly, to prepare herself for the landing. Like she always did back then, she landed on her feet and one hand. "Still got it." she said to herself with a chuckle, examining her work. The camera was looking down on her, the red light a sign that it was recording. She'd check on it tomorrow when they came back to the site. Until then, she was happy to go home. Taking her car keys from her pocket, she pressed the button, and the car answered with the "cloop cloop!". Lena entered her car, started the engine, and pull onto the road, heading home.
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Post by B on Jan 19, 2009 1:31:55 GMT -5
Seth gave a flinch at the woman's voice as well. It was a question to him. As a reply he shook his head silently, he didn't see nothing. He blushed a little when she called him a cute kid and he shook his head at the ex's comment. "Alright guys." Lena's voice broke out and she said they were free to go home. Seth smiled and looked up at Lena. "Sorry, I should get home... I don't think my mom likes me being here and my girlfriend is probably dying with curiosity." He let out a chuckle as he turned and made for the exit, dialing his mother's number as he did so. He'd have to meet her outside the police barricade. When he was about to the door exiting the room he turned and waved. "I'll see you... tomorrow? I guess..." He shrugged and turned and left. His mother picked him up outside the barricade and made a u-turn for home.
After he got home and ate a typical pork dinner with a side of mashed potatoes, Seth asked his mom if he could go see Beth. Permission was granted and he found himself knocking on her front door. Beth's father was the first one to answer. "Hello Mr. Dalkins." Seth greeted politely with a wide smile. "Can Beth come out?" The man sighed. "It's getting kind of late, Seth." Seth nodded. "Yeah... You're right." He said in lament. "You can come by tomorrow, though." Seth nodded sadly and turned and left.
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The clock on Seth's dresser flashed "6:36" in bright red letters. Seth lay in his bed dead to the world, the room completely silent except for the slight inhale and exhale that came from Seth's lips. Suddenly a slight sound broke the silence, it was a tap tap tap, coming from the door. Seth didn't budge. Another tap tap tap and Seth's body reacted to the minor annoyance with a twitch of his bare shoulder. "Seth." His mother called. "Uhnn...." "Seth, get up." One of Seth's eyes half-opened. "Nooo... no school...." He groaned and moved his face into his pillow. Suddenly a louder knock knock knock sounded. "Seth, it's Pittman. You have an assignment." "Ughnnn.... Nooooo...." Seth rolled over and his eyes half opened but slowly closed, they were almost completely shut when the sound of a key jingle reached his ears. His eyes darted opened and he pulled his blanket over him, he was shy even though he had boxers on. The door opened and the man in the suit came in along with his mother. "Mom!" He argued and she shook her head. "You decided to do this so you have to. Now get dressed." She turned and left, Pittman stood there, Seth stared at him until he felt uncomfortable. "A little privacy?" Pittman let out a chuckle but complied and left, closing the door behind him.
20 minutes later, Seth left the bathroom. White shirt under a dark red zip-up over shirt and black cargo pants. He had his normal dark-tan shoes on and his hair was acceptably combed unlike it's morning disarray. He rubbed his tired eyes and came out to the kitchen where his mother and Pittman sat, both a cup of coffee. "Ah, Seth. The assignment today is important. We should leave now and meet the others at Netvouz headquarters. Please, come." Seth yawned. "Not like I have a choice now, huh?" The other man laughed and put a hand on the boy's shoulder, leading him out. "No breakfast?" "We ordered some donuts at Netvouz." Seth got into the vehicle with Pittman and they drove off.
They finally arrived and Seth followed Pittman up the steps and into the room. Seth looked at everyone with still half-asleep eyes then looked at the two donut boxes open but Seth was still too tired to eat. Seth found the nearest empty seat and sat. Pittman looked at Spencer and gave him a nod, it looked like everyone was here. Pittman then asked everyone to stand and go the briefing room. Seth was reluctant but stood up slowly and followed, rubbing his eyes once again. If only he didn't treat last night like a normal friday and stayed up until 2am playing video games. Once inside the briefing room Pittman stood up. "Right, not long after the FBI headquarters was destroyed, a top secret government facility called Tralis Research Center was taken over. Everyone inside vanished without any calls or distress from inside the building. We've set up a blockade outside but we were told to enter along with an armed escort of United States Navy Seals. You will go in, fully armored and equipped to investigate and/or eliminate any paranormal threats inside the building." The other team had a similar briefing, and they never came back, but they didn't have a Seal escort either. "Right, suit up. Spencer..." Pittman walked up and handed the man a file containing information already explained in the briefing and the whereabouts to the facility.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 20, 2009 0:44:07 GMT -5
Spencer nodded towards Pittman as he escorted Seth onto the premises, and again as he turned to lead everyone to the briefing room. He had spent another short night remembering what "having a future" felt like, and after ROTC's parents went through the roof (turns out, they were devout Mormons, or something) and the dinner thing fell through, he took a beating from Ashley for "ruining her life". Oops. to the point, he was falling asleep through the entire thing. Until they mentioned the SEALs. "Jeezus. What do they plan on running into there?" he asked as the entire team as they headed towards their cars. "Beats me." Sam. "I don't want to know." Olivia gave a slight shudder. "It should be fine." Spencer glossed over the paperwork in the packet once more, and crouched into the car. "Form up on me! Let's have a motorcade! Just for the hell of it!" Spence delighted on having this kind of fun, and screwing other commuters over. The psychics counted as precious cargo. Take people's mind off of the fact that judging by the lack of Netvous still in the program, this could be a suicide mission, if even a little.
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Samantha nodded as she headed out the double doors and found her car, complacent in the early morning, and revved the engine a coupe times. She was confident in Seth's ability to con a ride out of Pittman, and so didn't give any warm air any chance to escape the car. She huddled against herself until Spencer pulled away, then left behind him.
Once at the police line, Sam looked towards the building they were supposed to go into. It was, thankfully, still standing, and in good enough condition to not collapse or explode, but foreboding nonetheless. It felt creepy, like the abandoned house in a kid's neighborhood. Nothing can be wrong with it, but it still feels wrong. It was a tall, showy building with full walls of silvery windows, shimmering against the sun. At the roof was a large sign that read "Tralis Banking and Loan Center". Clever. She left the car in the same second as everyone else , standing impressively against the relatively casual-dressed police. Spencer was talking to a squat man with cutting green eyes about their escort, who was helping form the perimeter, and would be back in a minute ("get your pussies back to the front two minutes before now" is what he barked into the radio).
Soon enough, they showed up, clad in head-to-toe camouflage, specific to urban environments. Various shades of grey in blocky patterns, with offsetting boxes of orange and red. And they were loaded up to their teeth with guns, explosives, and gizmos a helluva lot cooler than Sam's coffee maker.
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Post by B on Feb 1, 2009 3:23:03 GMT -5
Seth followed them and got into the car with whoever let him in. It was a pretty quiet drive until they hit "Tralis Banking and Loan Center". Everyone exited their vehicles and the SEALS came in. The lieutenant approached Spencer, an expression of confusion under his face camo. "I heard you were all going to be suited up." He deep voice stated, his african-american dissent ringing out in his voice. He shook his head and pointed to the vans. "Well, get a flak vest and a side arm. We have to take these steps because we don't know what we'll run into. After what happened to your last squad we have to make sure you're prepared." Then the man locked eyes with Seth. "You're not getting a fire-arm..." Seth didn't seem to mind, he was already extremely nervous and intimidated by the SEALs. If they needed THEM then what will they run into?
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Feb 1, 2009 5:12:55 GMT -5
"...After what happened to your last squad we have to make sure you're prepared." mentally, Spencer slapped his palm against his forehead. He was praying they they didn't bring that up. The battle was lost, now, though, so he dejectedly walked to the truck and began doling out the stuff. Bulletproof vests-- the lightweight ones that actually stop bullets, instead of just slowing them so you'll be in more pain-- and a German-made Glock-7, porcelain. The police don't ever buy American anymore. As he was going through the squad, he asked each and every one if they knew how to use one. On the exam or not, it isn't in Netvouz job descriptions to ever carry a weapon. After everyone, including Seth, looked ready to fly to Iraq, Spencer gave the Lieutenant a thumbs-up and they began to move in towards the "bank".
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Sam couldn't help but feel goosebumps as she got enveloped in the darkness of the lobby area. She holstered her weapon as she felt her hands shaking, and took to breathing exercises. The room itself was as any bank's... bad carpet and miles of empty desks. It was unnaturally cold, though. The marines jumped over the desks and opened a broom closet, signaling the team to follow. She shrugged and listened to the crackling voices in her earpiece. Once on the other side of the closet door, she could see it led to a cold blue, industrial steel hallway, with an elevator on the far side. Being too small for them all to go at once, half the marines and half of Netvouz went first, then the others met minutes afterwards. Below the bank was a labyrinth of corridors, that looked no different than the HQ. Sam eased to the back with her fellow psychic and began to do what she was paid to.
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