Sons of Pluto

[Tyrazial]

Aidan flexed his hand, stretching it back and forth repeatedly. He stared out the window of the transport. Silently, the vehicle sped across the cosmos, using gravitic engines to propel across distances at incredible speeds. Patented as safe, it had been the staple of spaceship travel for hundreds of years. Not that it made Aiden feel safe.

He stood and moved back to his cabin. Displays showed the autopilot's estimation of the travel time. Aiden took note of that as he moved to the back of the craft, and in to his quarters. Some might consider it a cramped lifestyle. A bed large enough for Aiden was the only piece of furniture the room. A fold-down table protruded from the wall, a variety of data pads on it. In the corner, a small sink added the last bit of decoration to the room.

He laid down on his bed, reaching for one of the pads off of the desk. He scanned over the information displayed on it. He closed his eyes after a moment, analyzing the data and the scene he just left at earth. Riots had already began to form in various areas throughout the Core World Alliance. Fingers began pointing back and forth as to what happened.

The Sons of Pluto were working overtime to try and manage the situation, using their damage control abilities to their maximum. Possible problems had been eliminated, dozens of the best voices in the organization were on site minimizing revolts as much as possible. For the first time since it's founding, the Son of Pluto were being overwhelmed.

None of that concerned Aidan however. He had one mission to do, and that's all he wanted to worry about. He tried to recall everything he remembered on his brief walk-through. Being a lowly medical personnel, he wasn't able to linger into the room as much as he would've liked to. But he did notice that they were accurate in their reports, no signs of injury on the body. No signs of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. It chilled Aidan to the bone that for all intents and purposes it appeared the present just died.

That was the diagnosis for the moment as well, that the president died of natural causes. However, that was not accepted by the public anymore than the Sons of Pluto. A thirty-five year old woman does not die of natural causes. Especially when she had no health issues whatsoever.

The Sons of Pluto had more than extensive information on her health. They gathered family health history, a complete workup of her genetic predispositions, and every medical record since her birth. Nothing showed up. No genetic anomolies. She was a perfect specimen of humanity, part of the reason they helped ensure she would be the president. Now things seemed to be spinning madly out of even their incredible control.

Now Aidan was assigned the mighty task of bringing it back. He looked at the personnel report of the people assigned to his team. He was impressed with the records of many of them, but then again they'd have to be good. Something of this importance wasn't just given out like cookies at a party.

Aidan continued to analyze the scene in his memory. The camera feeds he had been provided showed no anomolies. No interruption in their feeds, no glitches or oddities. Again, nothing. Aiden would not be thrown off the trail, however. The lack of evidence could itself be all the evidence he needed. Or he could be wasting his time. Either way, he would find out the truth. But, he admitted to himself, he would need help to do it.

His mind began to drift off to sleep, the problems of his assignment dissipating away. Hours passed before he was sharply awoken by the noise of his autopilot announcing they had landed at their destination. He rose immediately and made to disembark his vehicle. He sighed as he did so, knowing that those few hours of sleep might just be the last he'd ever get before this is over.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent was bored already, it had been far too easy to get this far. He sighed reluctantly as he pulled his hands away, he couldn't force himself to do something like this when he was bored. The moment was gone.

"Why did you stop?" The curious voice of a young woman asked, her blouse open and her face flushed.

"I just remembered something important, I have to go make sure that's safe first. Wait here for me, won't be long." His voice sounded sincere and sweet to her ears, she quickly agreed. As the door locked behind him she did her best to sound seductive.

"I'll be waiting and thinking of you." As the door locked electronically behind him, he shrugged. Something was off today, normally he'd be happy to let any young socialite join the zero-g club on a long voyage but his heart just wasn't in it today.

Straightening his tie to its usual position he made his way back towards the coach section. After sneaking up to the first class he'd found it very mundane, this whole trip was beginning much like it would end. As a huge pain in Trent's ass.

He was already wishing he had smuggled himself aboard a different vessel, too late now Trent. As he passed the many aisles he saw a man with a cigarette taking a few quick puffs. Trent had given up smoking for almost five years now, but for some reason the sight of that flaming ball at the end of that sin stick looked like heaven. He approached the man with a friendly smile and a distinctly British accent. "Hey mate, can I borrow a fag?" The man looked up quizzically, obviously unfamiliar with Trent's choice of slang. "A cigarette."

"Sure," The man replied as he lifted up an almost full pack with a single cigarette protruding, Trent gratefully took the cigarette and snatched the man's lighter off the table. As the cigarette flared under the flame Trent could feel his lungs take in every little bit of nicotine, it was heaven. "Wow you sure like your fag's... mate." The smoker said awkwardly trying to adopt the slang.

Trent knew immediately he would need the rest of the pack, "Too right chap, listen I'll trade you a tart for the rest of the pack."

"A tart?" The man asked, the look upon his face made it clear he was thinking of a pastry.

"A girl mate, she's in stall 3 all warmed up for you. Tell her Trent sent you." Trent reached out his hand gladly accepting the smokes as the man rushed off to the bathroom, "Make sure to knock four times now chap." He looked down to his hand to see he still had the man's lighter, a nice silver lighter with the word 'forever' engraved upon it. "Stilvoll." He remarked in the little German he knew.

Pocketing the lighter he made his way back towards the door he waved his hand whimsically as it opened for him automatically the key card slot glowing green for no reason other then he willed it to. He sat down at the first open seat and was greeted by an immediate, "Could you please put that out, I'm allergic."

A young twenty something woman sat to his left, she had ample bosoms and beautiful eyes. Trent wagered he could have her in ten minutes, then taking another drag he remembered the clear difference between the pleasure he had now and the lack of pleasure he felt earlier. "No."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique stepped out of the shower, drying her hair off as she went for the communicator. Wordlessly, she took up the communicator, knowing that something was up.

"Sapperfield," Dominique answered.
"Condition Alpha Omega."

And the other end hung up. She already had her uniform laid out on the bed next to her discarded black tank top, sweat shorts, and white underwear from her morning workout. Dominique was dried, dressed and gone in less than a minute, grabbing a breakfast bar on the way out.

[SaigoKusunoki]

A siren was heard in the distance, as Kais stood on the balcony of his apartment, staring into the light show that was the City that Never Sleeps. His shirt was off and he was enjoying a cool breeze, the feeling of air gently whipping his hair bringing forth a casual smile. It had been a month since his last mission, and Kais was getting quite used to the vacation.

He leaned over the balcony casually and pulled a long dagger from his belt, the keen blade making a dull sliding sound against the inside of the leather sheathe. He held the monomolecular blade up to his eyes, the tip pointing away, as he examined it for any deformities. The lights of the city were split by it's edge, and dimly reflected in his eyes. Though he hadnt fully mastered it, he was on his way to having his monomolecular blades made to be nonreflective. He was already halfway there; turning the blade sideways, the bright lights were only scarcely reflected in the blade.

He was smiling to himself, admiring his craftsmanship, when his data pad started to beep. The smile on his face was wiped away instantly, replaced by a look of utter frustration. Quickly sheathing his blade, Kais stomped across the room and picked up the pad a little more forcefully than he should have. His breath caught in his throat when he read what it said.

"Condition Alpha Omega"

"....Fuck me."

He moved like a robot, as if he was ready for this all his life. He quickly got dressed and put his hair up, and began sliding bits of wargear into his jacket. His most prized firearm, the Vindicator handgun, found it's comfortable spot inside his jacket, in a holster sewed into the denim jacket itself. He grabbed a briefcase filled with ammo clips and specialty rounds, his datapad, a snazzy pair of sunglasses, and was about to leave when he stopped at a small, pocketsized case, to the naked eye, nothing more than a glasses case. He slid his Stimulant Packs into his jacket with a small shudder; sometimes he wished he hadnt even attempted to invent that. He shook it those thoughts away quickly; those drugs had saved his life more than once.

Taking a quick scan of his room, he left with a frown; nothing good could ever be expected from the hell-job he had.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan stared into the blackness surrounding the room. A single light, cast downward from the ceiling onto the spot where he stood, was the only illumination in the room. Amidst the blackness were the Will of the Sons, the council that led the Sons of Pluto and dispatched orders to their agents. Rare was it for someone to get such an audience with them, but dark times made such a meeting a necessity.

A voice rippled through the room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, "Do you understand what we have told you?"

Aidan shook his head, "I guess... but... are you sure?"

"Yes. From the data you gathered, and what information our other agents have provided, there can be no doubt. A member of the Sons has betrayed us. Over the years admittedly we have lost the sharp edge we once had in terms of security, but this is unprecedented. There lies within our fold a rogue agent."

Aidan still felt overwhelmed. A rogue agent in the hand. As the others from his team were summoned and making their way to the base, Aidan was forced to confront the most difficult news he'd ever heard. In all of it's existence, the Sons had never been breached. Never been betrayed

"What do I tell the others?"

"Nothing. We don't need to alert any of them to our suspicions. If one of them is the killer, this will be the tip off that we're on to them. And even if everyone in your team is innocent, this will cause un-needed lack of focus."

"What about me? It's going to be hard to trust a team of people when any one of them could be a traitor."

"You are a Voice. You are trained to daily immerse yourself in people you do not know and do not trust."

"But they aren't agents. They aren't-"

"It does not matter. You will command them, and you will watch them. Do not fail us, Voice Aidan. If this security threat reveals itself at just the wrong time, it could mean the end of our organization, and the peace we have worked so hard to maintain."

Aidan saluted and nodded, "As you command it, so shall I do."

Without another word Aidan spun on his heels and walked out of the room. As he left the room he let out a big sigh, "Why did I ever accept this job?"

[Flarecobra]

Out of the shadows, or from what seemed like it, a redheaded girl clad in a matte black jumpsuit saw her target. He was known as a police captian who wouldn't mind taking a few extra dollors to let a criminal go free, and apperantally had a some blackmail that helped keep him in his position. Now it wasn't for much longer. As he sipped on his coffee, she took out a small dropper, filled with a type of nanite that would destroy his blood vessels. As she moved past his table, she squirted some into his mug, being careful not to make any suddon ripples. He didn't even look up from his news Blog. She smiled. There was enough in there to fell a bull elephant now, and the nanites would dissolve within an hour, but it would be too late for the offical, who would be silently bleeding to death internally. She pointed out a root beer float that she wanted to the server, and watched him as he sipped his now-lethal drink.

[musicmage4114]

"Ambassador, we've detected an unidentified space vessel on an intercept course with us. Shall we commence evasive action?" The voice of the helmswoman cut into Garret's brooding.

"Wha...? Uh, no. I want to have a little fun. Bring us about and down to impulse drive. Let's take them head-on." Garret sat up in his command chair.

He was sitting on the bridge of his flagship, the Ultima. The ship was a giant sphere, with various layers of rotating rings and defensive enhancements. It had been a gift from the government of the Jupitarian Initiatve, after he had negotiated a contract worth trillions of dollars in their favor.

Garret's finely tuned inner ear felt the ship's subtle shift from hyperspace drive to impulse drive. Though it was hardly aerodynamic, the Ultima was incredibly manuevarable.

"Analysis, Deena?" Garret asked calmly. Odds are, the ship was a space pirate trying to plunder the large object that had appeared on his sensor scans. The Ultima could cloak, but that would cast suspicion on the highly respected ambassador. The Ultima could easily defeat any but the most well-funded and well-outfitted space pirates.

"A small ship, comparable to a cruiser-type military ship. Weapons cannot penetrate our shields, and our weapons could easily destroy. The only thing we can't do is outrun it; it's built for speed."

"Perfect. Put it on the viewer."

The incoming pirate ship was small, but fast. "I'll give them credit for building their own ship. Most space pirates steal them." He looked at a small readout on a screen next to his chair.

"Lock the Genesis Cannon. Let's make an example of them." Garret said, a malicious smile widening on his face.

The Genesis Cannon was the crowning achievement of the Jupitarian Initiative's weapons research. The Cannon was an incredibly powerful weapon that could obliterate the average battleship. It would easily demolish this new offender.

"Genesis Cannon charging... charged. Ready to fire."

"Fire."

The Genesis Cannon fired from the depths of the Ultima's core. The orange-and-white blast disintegrated the pirate ship, deleting it from the universe.

When word of this gets around, no space pirate in his right mind will DARE to attack me. Then again, most space pirates aren't in their right minds. "Continue on course to Earth."

[TheBlindMime]

As Trent stepped off the ship onto the docking ring of one of the many interstellar stations in the sol system he felt a gentle vibration in his pocket. A series of expletives fell from his lips faster then booze into a wino's glass. He pulled out the shivering data pad to have his horror's confirmed. "Now to head back the way I came..."

Skipping the civilian bit of travel Trent slipped into the pilot dressing rooms and into a copilot uniform, then boarded a corresponding military ship and headed out. It is truly surprising how little people question you when you wear a uniform.

Ditching the uniform soon after landing he made his way towards the base, as the cigarette in his lips began to have its flame wane he was quick to chain the flame and replace the dying smoke. Discarding it carelessly behind him as he moved on. Something told him this was about the death of the Miyami Kasahiko, former President of the Core World Alliance, current corpse.

Trent had really hoped he wouldn't be tapped for this mission. Hell, he didn't vote for her, not that he would have any right to anyhow, but somehow that justified him not caring one way or the other. Far as he was concerned she hadn't been right for the job since the beginning, now at least there was a shot someone competent could move in.

Trent mulled over the remaining cabinet members in the CWA and then began to hope the Hands were already preparing a series of high profile assassinations to cut back the line to someone worth letting live. As the entrance opened for him he went through the usual clearance precautions that were expected from him. Finally arriving at the front desk he was met by an all too perky gentleman who pointed promptly to a no-smoking sign.

Trent winced.

The perky gentleman slid out of the way as Trent spit the cigarette out of his mouth and over the desk. As the desk jockey jumped up to complain all he caught a glimpse of was Trent's jacket as the elevator doors closed. He had arrived.

(now I'll just hurry up and wait.)

[Tyrazial]

Aidan sighed as he stared out at the spaceport below. The only port of traffic for the Sons, it was a heavily guarded entrance. Not that it really needed it, no one had ever discovered the Sons of Pluto before. Those unfortunate enough to drift this way in search of new horizons, profit, or whatever had died quick and quiet deaths.

A noise from his wrist communicator signalled one of his team had arrived. He looked to the blackness of space outside, wondering just what would these turn of events have for him. In truth, he was leading more than a mission, it was a molehunt. Aidan was cautious in the choosing of his team. He was given a selection of various personnel, and weeded out those he felt he could use.

Trust was a useless thing to the Sons. Everyone got orders from the Will, and hardly interacted with each other. The few situations that called for it went smoothly as everyone would know there job. But this mission, it would require a breed of trust not seen since the Sons' founding.

The people he was gathering would be unveiling the worst crisis to ever hit the galaxy since man first stepped foot on the moon. Already the waves began to churn in the wake of the President's assassination. Every available agent was infiltrating the CWA and working overtime to keep things quiet. In truth, it was going rather smoothly under the circumstances.

But Aidan, and the Will, knew it wouldn't last forever. Votes would be taken to elect the new president, and the Sons would have to move swiftly to ensure their choice was the one who would win. Aidan shook his head, it was too much to worry about for now. He had to keep his head focused on the mission at hand.

[musicmage4114]

"Ambassador, we're picking up a transmission from beyond the Outer Rim."

Damn them. "Patch it through in my ready room, Deena. Then erase the logs of that message being received."

"Sir?" Deena asked, confused.

"You heard me."

Garret stood quickly, and strode into the ready room off of the bridge. "Computer, activate wallscreen. Display message."

"Message is audio only. Proceed?" The computer asked in its emotionless, slightly feminine voice.

"Proceed."

"Condition Alpha Omega."

Garret's jaw dropped, and he steadied himself on a chair nearby. "Deena?" he said through the intercom.

"Yes, sir?"

"Set a course back to Pluto, full hyperdrive."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique awaited her next set of orders in the waiting room. She had been there for an hour already, but didn't bother to pick up one of the magazines or change the channel to see the current news about the death of Miyami Kasahiko. It was all the same, and she had read the articles and seen the stories and interviews and heard the rumors and guesses and speculations so many times that she could quote a number of them word for word.

"But aren't you the least bit curious to see if something new has come up?"

The voice of Leyna, a powerful telepath that was able to communicate with Dominique when she was close enough. The tormenting hypnotic experiments that wiped out Dominique's personality didn't produce permanent results. In order to keep her fighting without any kind of reservation up to and including the risk of civilian casualties, Leyna monitored Dominique whenever she could to determine if the cyborg needed a painful refresher to prevent free thought. Leyna could authorize such things and even make appointments to have Dominique "rehabilitated" if necessary. She learned quickly that it wasn't wise to try and think in her own way.

To answer Leyna's question, Dominique was positive something new hadn't come up. A Condition Alpha Omega proved that beyond any doubt. It meant that normal efforts to resolve the incident had not produced a single thing that could provide direction. So, the best of the best would be assembled to discover who or what exactly was responsible.

[Flarecobra]

It wasn't too long after her lunch that she got the recall message. Checking her datapad, it only had 3 letters. CAO. She knew what it ment, and headed to the spaceport. After picking up a ticket, she boarded the shuttle and was soon on her way to Pluto. Checking the news, she saw that the only person in politics that she actually liked had been killed. If she had been able to talk, she would've cursed silently to herself. But Aya, known for her silence, made a disappointed face, and settled in for the trip, taking out some small headphones and started playing some of her favorite music, hoping to relax her some before the politiking began.

[musicmage4114]

The Ultima docked in the Sons of Pluto spacedock, easily dwarfing most, if not all, of the other ships stationed there. Leaving most of his crew onboard, Garret entered the Sons of Pluto headquarters with a retinue of two: Shandra, his personal assistant, and Dane, his partner in crime, and, as it turned out, his lover.

He strode into the waiting room, but was immediately surprised to find another Pluto operative already inside. Today is just FULL of surprises, isn't it?

"Shandra, Dane, you are dismissed from your duties until further notice. Understood?" He said to the pair. This was code for "Operative business only, so make yourselves scarce." The pair nodded and strode quickly back the way they had come.

Garret sat down across from this new face. Only once in his career had he ever seen someone whom he knew without a doubt was another Pluto operative; that person was now dead. This must be bigger than I expected.

[SaigoKusunoki]

Kais considered himself a level headed person. He had been in plenty of situations that tested his nerve, and he had survived calmly and cooly. This was not one of those situations. Already in the Sons HQ, Kais paced around the waiting room, sweating profusely and flipping his dagger between his fingers. Normally his hands were steady, but the trembling in his hands caused him to drop the knife and cut himself twice, where he finally decided to sheath it and find a place to sit and calm down.

He had no real idea why he was freaking out so bad. He had no real ties to any country, and no loyalty to anyone but the Sons of Pluto. As an individual person, Kais couldnt give two shits who died in the universe, as long as he wasnt harmed in the process. A selfish ideal, but in such a cutthroat world, someone who wasnt as such would find their own throat cut. Kais realized that the President's death was more than just some high profile death...it could cause a massive war of apocalyptic proportions.

Kais' noticed the arrivals of more of his fellow agents, but he payed them no mind in his brooding. He didnt trust them, and he knew they trusted him even less, so he preferred to stay quiet and out of sight.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent sat in one of the many chairs in the waiting room, "If no one had ever built waiting rooms I doubt that humanity would have ever found a need to make others wait. Let alone wait away from everyone else." He said this as if he was speaking to the guard at the door but really he was just thinking aloud.

He had been the first to arrive and now had to wait, this was excruciating. He looked at the guard listlessly, she had a strong jaw and a mild bust and was headed into her forties. Not Trent's type at all, but he had run out of cigarettes. "Want to screw?" She made no reply. "I'll take that as a yes." Trent started undressing, he had nothing better to do then be beaten by a Son's of Pluto guard as she tried to force his clothes back on.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan sighed as he neared the room where the others waited. Many of them had assembled, and Aidan nodded to them. One of them seemed to have been recently punched, a nice rube of a bruise on his eye. A fuming guard outside allowed Aidan to piece together the basics of what must have happened.

Must be nice to be so reckless with women

He moved to the front of the room, and looked over some information. He didn't even give the group a second thought, waiting until all were there before giving any information. Nearby, a television was displaying the latest information dispatched about the murders.

Every so often he would glance up as new arrivals entered the room. There was still one more to show. After a few more moments, the final arrival entered and he moved to stand. He walked over and shut off the program, the holgraphic display blinking back to non-existence.

He turned and began addressing the group as a whole, "As of right now everything you have been assigned to or were going to be assigned to has been put on hold. Also, as of right now all of you are recalled from whatever positions you held within your respective assignments. We are one the highest level of alerts.

The assassination of the President might not affect many of you. We have all dealt with death, many of you are actually experts at dishing it out. However, this particular death will send echoes through the universe that even the Sons of Pluto may not be able to handle.

What I am about to go over with you does not leave this room. You will not discuss it unless we are alone and I authorize it. What you are about to learn was until now known only to myself and the Will. If any of you tell any other agents, or god help us anyone -outside- of the Sons of Pluto, I will shoot you myself."

Aidan took a nearby chair and pulled it in front of him, turning so he'd be sitting on it backwards.

"Okay. Now, many of you might remember from your training that the President is... er... -was- the only person who knew of our existence. What you may not know are the reasons why.

The President of the Core World Alliance only ever appears to be democratically elected. In truth, many of us arrange certain incidents, eliminate threats, whatever it takes to ensure the person we want elected gets into office. Some of you might even know that. What no one knew except the Will, is the president has always been an agent of the Sons of Pluto.

We have always needed someone in this position to ensure that our secrecy was kept, and to be in a key place should some crisis arise unexpectedly. Perhaps now you can see why it is such a shock, even to us, that the current President was assassinated. That is also why an entire team of Sons of Pluto agents are being assigned to investigate this directly. Our job is to evaluate the situation, find any clues or evidence, and try to get to the bottom of this.

Our main concern is breech of knowledge. As far as we know, no one had any reason, political or personal, to want her dead. Well... no one we haven't eliminated ourselves. It's too professional and clean to be pirates or mercenaries.

Now, the Will have arranged identities for us to get us to the scene and allow us the freedom to investigate without interference. We will be impersonating CWA government investigators. I will not be able to go on scene as I've already been there posing as a medic. I will be your outside contact, making sure any reference checks are cleared, etc.

Garrett, is it? Your ship will be returned to active service without you on board. We will need to be using a smaller vessel to conduct this operation. Your personal file will already indicate you are taking care of a personal situation and have taken a leave of absence for an undetermined amount of time.

Trent, right? You will be digging through the Alliance communications database. I want you looking for all transmission in and out of that area on the night of her assassination. I want you to scan everything from brief messages to full conversations for anything that might connect to the killer.

Aya, Dominique, and Kais? I want you guys to actually investigate the scene itself. You have all got experience in assassinations. Look for anything out of place, any sign of the killer. If there's a piece of lint from the killer's clothing, I want it. You'll all have access to the video footage of the day leading up to the time of her death. Commit it to memory.

Finally, Garett. I'm going to need you to interview anyone there that evening. Your identification will show you're nineteen. You'll need to act very spunky, like you're one of those investigators looking to rise to the top fast. I'm not going to be able to interact with any of you directly, nor even appear on the scene. So you are going to be my main eyes and ears on this operation. For all appearances, you'll be in charge, so remember to look the part.

All of these assignments were based upon your fields. I expect you all to be able to handle them with professionalism and attention to detail. This is without exaggeration the most important mission any of you will ever have. We will have various other agents on scene, but you will not be given their identities. For your safety and for theirs, we are operating within standard procedures, so no one outside of this group will know that we are agents, and you will not know the identity of our current on-scene agents.

I'll expect all of you packed and prepped in two hours. Our shuttle will be in hangar twelve. Dismissed."

[Astral Harmony]

"Understood, sir." Dominique said, rose, and promptly left.
As she walked down to the hall to go and check in with Sophia real quick, Dominique phrased her question to Leyna.
"Yes, Sapperfield. Geist has already received the notification. He was quite disappointed, too. I imagine he wanted to have a go at you today. Or maybe two."
"He still can. It would just have to be quick as I do have other things I need to take care of before departure."

There was a silence as Dominique boarded the elevator to go see Sophia.
"No, he said he'd rather wait until you return from whatever it is they have you doing."
"Understood."
Sophia was a little surprised to see Dominique return after only being away a few hours. "Did something happen to one of your parts, already?"
Dominique took a seat as Sophia began diagnostics. "No. They're sending me out on a mission for an indefinite amount of time and I think it would be best to make sure all is in working order before departure."
"Gotcha."
It was over in less than a minute. "You're green across the board, Dominique Sapperfield. Give 'em hell."
Dominique got out of the chair and left. "It's what I was custom birthed for."

[SaigoKusunoki]

Kais accepted his orders silently. Being one who plans ahead, everything he would need for the mission was on him, so he made his way to Hangar 12. He didnt need anyone to check over his equipment because, well, he put it all together with his own hands. He knew when his tools would malfunction, if they ever would; each and every gadget he carried was a work of art, painstakingly put together with attention to detail on the molecular level. Kais took immense pride in his work, and just thinking about how flawless his inventions were made him giddy.

Shaking the self praise from his mind, Kais thought about who he would be working with. They were the best, on par or better than his at their respective fields. After the briefing, he felt a little more confident that the mission would be a success. It didnt help the feeling of distrust and doubt poking at his insides. He made a mental note, to keep every agent at a distance as much as he could.

Kais, extremely early, slumped against a wall, rubbed his eyes, and fished a small glass bottle from the depths of his jacket. It was filled with a dark brown substance, and Kais wasted no time popping the cap off and taking a large swig. The brew burned as it went down but calmed him down and cleared his head. Kais figured he might as well find this time to relax, because he doubted that he would get a chance like this again for a long time.

[Flarecobra]

Aya headed over to the shuttle after packing away some clothes, and making sure that her gear was ready to go. She silently nodded at the attendents, and took a seat near the back of the shuttle.

[TheBlindMime]

"Packing hm..." Trent remarked as he passed by Aiden, as he exited the small meeting room. Though he was in a hurry Trent took the time to whistle for the guard outside the door as he passed by. She almost struck him again but managed to restrain herself, 'for the good of the cause'. Still it was a tenuous non-attack arrangement.

No more then a half-hour later Trent arrived at hanger 12 with a briefcase full of clothes and cigarettes. He held an additional two cartons under his arm. Sitting down at least ten feet from Kais he began to crack open the carton and smoke to his hearts content. Binge smoking is the best. Trent thought happily as cherry of his cig flared into existence.

But that was an interesting meeting... Trent had not been informed the President was one of their own, I'm a real data hound but that didn't even leave a scent for me. Whats worse though is that Aiden said... what was it... "no one we haven't eliminated ourselves. It's too professional and clean to be pirates or mercenaries." That was it... Trent eyed Kais for a moment before turning away casually, Keep those eyes open.

[Flarecobra]

Aya turned and shot a cold glare at Trent, though in pertilular was the cigarette, as he was near her with it. If it were out in the open, then she wouldn't mind too much, but since they were in a shuttle, the enclosed space made the pollutents in the smoke all the more apperent.

[SaigoKusunoki]

Kais eyed Trent wearily. Though somewhat of a drinker, Kais never found smoking a useful habit, as high stress combat situations put a strain on his lungs. He was nonconfrontational, however, and damn near dead tired, so no objection was raised. He did, however, hold out his bottle of whiskey to Trent, the first social gesture he had made so far.

"Major shithole this is, eh? I cant believe I got stuck with this job...how'd you end up in the Sons?"

Kais figured he might as well be friendly with the people he would be working with. Friends are more useful than enemies in situations like this. It didnt change his views of distrust, however.

"It's too professional and clean to be pirates or mercenaries." What the hell did that mean?

[TheBlindMime]

Trent had tried alcoholism before, but when the meetings didn't work out to his liking he decided to just keep drinking, now it was just one of the many little habits he picked up after being shot. He shrugged just slightly as if to motion in a silent language to his soon to be drinking buddy that while he hadn't considered alcohol, he wasn't completely adverse to the idea. Before any motion could be made to remove the bottle from view however he took it and took a swig of the bitter whiskey.

Trent never understood why the price of whiskey directly represented the amount of pain you would go through to drink the stuff. It was some sort of masochistic enterprise built on the principle of more pain means more money and Kais was obviously a masochist of the highest caliber. Trent wheezed just slightly before taking a drag on his cigarette to calm his breathing, soon after the saving grace of nicotine he handed back the bottle and began a slow methodical breath out to really spread the smoke above him. He had completely avoided any cold glares from others in the shuttle, especially those closest to him because he absolutely loved the feel of smoke in his face, especially when he was drinking. And no one was taking that away from him.

"Shithole is an excellent word." Trent finally replied as he rubbed his eyebrow for no other reason then to not look Kais directly in the face, "I think that like most of us here, I was born into the sons. The son of a son if you catch the meaning." Trent was sure he did, taking another slow drag just to insure he was right before continuing.

"But my father was a voice, not an eye like me. Or as he would have said, 'I am not a voice like him'. Ha ha ha.." The laugh was invasive in his speech, like a misplaced noun or a mispronounced syllable. It was forced, in the end it sounded like it pained him to speak about his father at all. To further prove this he changed the subject. "But I can tell just by the way you move, you're a hand. One of the elite killers, right?"

Trent leaned in now to become more personable to his newfound source of spirits. "Tell me, for you, was the first kill the hardest... or the easiest?"

[musicmage4114]

Garret boarded the shuttle after changing his clothing and gathering the necessary effects to appear as he should.

His fine Ambassador's clothing had been replaced with less expensive garments. All a rich navy blue, Garret was dressed in simple pants and a form-fitting top, covered partially by an investigator's jacket. An Earth-and-Moon insignia, a symbol of the Terran Alliance, was emblazoned on the breast of both the jacket and the shirt.

Being a Voice, he was not known for his combat abilities. However, he had his knives, one of diamond and one of obsidian, hidden in his shoes.

He sat away from the rest of the group, a electronic infopad in his hands, reviewing the particulars of the strange case.

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique entered and took the nearest seat. She buckled herself in, rested her arms and hands on her legs, and willed herself to try and sleep.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan was the last to arrive, stopping by the Sons of Pluto's quartermaster to ensure all the necessary equipment had been arranged and transferred onto their vessel. He nodded quickly to what would for now be his team, and moved to the forward cabin of the vessel.

While not as skilled a pilot as a Hand, Aidan was good enough to fly a shuttle. He also was the only one in the group that knew the ins and outs of their access points, keeping their travel routes well out of the way of prying eyes. The travel time would be much longer than might normally be necessary, taking three times the normal time, but such caution would be required.

Military vessels from all sides were out in force, as the universe seemed to be unwinding itself with rapidity. Aidan was doubly hesitant with using Garrett's role as a commander in the Alliance military to smuggle them to earth. A military vessel of that size could quickly be called to the frontlines, and could jeapordize their mission should he refuse to comply and be found out as a spy.

Aidan sighed as he slipped into the pilot seat, his hands gracefully gliding over the ship's consoles. His eyes moved from one set of displays to the next, tracking a variety of information as the ship began to lift off and depart. He arched his neck to one side than another, stretching out sore muscles.

After a few minutes had passed lights on all the consoles indicated the autopilot had kicked in. He nodded silently to himself, than moved back to the crew portion of the cabin. Everyone had settled in for the journey, he smiled at them as he joined them.

"Autopilot shows we'll be at Earth in about 15 hours. There's small bunk beds down below and up above. Nothing overtly comfortable, but than we aren't pampered school kids. Before we get there I have raised your clearance level high enough to access any information I have in regards to this investigation. Some areas might still be inaccessible, but don't worry about those for now.

If you need to ask me any questions, I'll be in the upper bunk. Since we're going to be working together for awhile, I'd suggest you at least get to know one another. If you have no other need for me, I'll see you all later."

He waited for a minute to give anyone time to ask questions of him.

[SaigoKusunoki]

Kais laughed cooly. He took a deep swig of his liver-murdering spirit, capped it, and slipped it back into his jacket.

"I cant even remember my first kill, so I cant really say. I do know that my first kill was outside of the service of the Sons. Unlike most, I wasnt born into this...sort of stumbled into it, due to my own stupidity."

Kais gave a gruff sort of snicker, and stood up to gaze out the window of the shuttle. Staring at space was the only form of relaxation Kais enjoyed. It reminded him of the day he was inducted into the Sons, particularly the shuttle flight before his induction. He gazed into the stars and asked himself if he knew what he was doing was right for him. He found he asked himself that question a lot. The answer his conscience always told him was simple; what is right for the Sons, is right for him.

"I will tell you the hardest kill I ever made, though. A boy, no older than my age when I was sent to prison, was caught doing what I was caught doing, so many years ago. The information he hacked gave him insight into who we were...he had to be eliminated. What made it hard was not five years before I was in the same situation and mercy was shown to me. He was to receive none, orders from the Will."

[TheBlindMime]

Trent had let the cigarette fester in his lips during Kais story, then blew a cloud of smoke out that he'd held in for just long enough to really warm his lungs. "Something tells me that with the way the Will works, it was less about whether or not he deserved mercy and more about whether you would follow the orders. Excuse me."

Trent stubbed out his cigarette on the chairs handle then got up to leave, "No questions here boss, just gonna get some rest." Trent stepped into the upper bunk of one of the many options and sealed the privacy door behind him. He quickly flipped out his datapad and began accessing the personnel files of everyone on the mission, that is, if he could.

[Flarecobra]

Aya coughed some, and then sent a message asking to put that out. With a barely audable sigh, she got up and got into one of the cots, aiming the comfert fan to blow away any smoke that got near her.

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique gave up on sleep. She'd only been awake for a few hours at the most. So she decided to run a quick check on the devices used in investigating.

She didn't know why they were bringing this stuff. The victim was the president of the CWA. This equipment had to have been used already...repeatedly. Dominique began with the all-purpose scanners, aiming them at the air (particularly areas that contained cigarette smoke), her cybernetic arm, and Trent.

Aiming at the air gave her information on the present substances. Aiming at her arm provided composition and even a list of weapons. Scanning Trent produced various statistics, like name, age, dimensions...but it didn't indicate him as a member of the SoP. That's what Dominique was really testing. The scanners weren't supposed to point out Sons.

The APS could also scan documents and DNA and translate written things. It also provided lights that could bring up evidence, such as black lights. It was an extremely useful device in forensics.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent spent the better part of a half hour typing away at his datapad, be it with his fingers or directly linking to his mind. He screened through almost everyones personal files and records before he became curious about the final remaining member of the team, Aidan. Trent was a jerk but he was no fool, he created a series of escape pathways misleading guide programs before even daring to initiate a hack into the Sons database.

He had to do it from a cold start, using his login to hack would only defeat the purpose of hacking at all. It wasn't easy, even after years of making this his life's work he still only managed to gleam a fraction of information about Aidan before losing it all. He was quick about covering his tracks, he wondered briefly if it would be enough before bothering to process what he had read.

"Archangel...." Trent murmured, he had heard of people that had Archangel clearance he once even received orders from a man whom received orders from an Archangel level Son. Trent had not however met anyone with that level clearance let alone jokingly called them 'boss'. How big is this...?

Moments later Trent was asleep, minutes after that he was awake again. He bumped his head against the metal privacy screen as he stammered, "I'm always ready." Rubbing his forehead angrily as the jumble of a dream drifted further from his recollection he opened the privacy screen and leapt down. Eager for another cigarette to sooth himself.

As he began on the second puff he opened his eyes to see Dominique screwing with one of the scanners. He didn't mind, not even when she focused it on him, "So, does it say I'm human?" Trent asked, an austere smile spreading across his face.

[Flarecobra]

Aya tossed and turned in the cot that she was in. From the looks of it, it appeared that she was having a bad dream or something to that effect.

[Astral Harmony]

"Yes," Dominique answered simply. "Trent Roman, age 29. Human caucasian male. Black hair and brown eyes. However, it does not say anything about you being a shameless playboy."

Her work was finished. Now it just came to waiting for the moment they would arrive.

[musicmage4114]

"I'm good, actually. I find that lately, I have little need for sleep." Garret pushed a few more buttons on his infopad, causing a new paragraph of text to cascade down the screen.

"Let's get going, shall we?"

[SaigoKusunoki]

Kais doesnt remember when he fell asleep, nor really for how long. He just remembered waking up with a start, in cold sweat. It was not unnatural for him to have disturbing dreams, however, so he pushed it from his mind as he got up to find a drink. He had drained all of his whiskey before he had even begun researching backgrounds via datapad.

His dreams usually consisted of a medley of his past kills. He didnt find it unusual, and he figured that others like him had similar dreams. He always found it hard to fully remember his dreams, but this one seemed easier than most. He remembered begin in a high rise, scoped in on the back of a businessman's head. He could see himself dressed as a hotel patron as he casually slipped a knife into a man's throat. They all seemed to be in black and white. The final scene he could remember, before he woke up, he was in a room, largely empty except for himself and a body at the other end.

He began rummaging through the shuttle's large assortment of beverages, until he found a single, small bottle of whiskey. Obviously the Sons of Pluto didnt necessarily promote heavy drinking. He snatched the bottle and made his way back to his bed.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan turned uncomfortably in his sleep, the prospects of a restful slumber long since robbed from him. He kept playing the events over in his head, trying to match up the evidence. But there was something missing. Something so out of place that he just couldn't shake the fact that there was more to the assassination.

After a few hours or so he gave up on it. He got up and moved to a tiny little computer console in the bunked quarters he stayed in. Already cramming a number of bunk-style beds into one room, there was little moving space available. A tiny, head-sized, display was wedged into a corner. He accessed the Sons' mainframe, but was interrupted almost immediately.

A warning message indicated someone had tried to access his personal files. Someone damn good. He quickly force-severed the connection, and moved hurriedly to decipher how much got accessed. He sighed in relief, seeing that there was only broken pieces of the file transferred. Still, it was not something that made Aidan comfortable. Someone, possibly the killer, had accessed a heavily secured section of the Sons' mainframe. Almost just as expertly, they left no trace of their signal.

The young man shook his head, "Why am I always given these assignments."

He opened the hatch leading downwards, lightly jumping back to the main level of the vessel. He silently moved to the pilots seat, checking the autopilot status. He began working on various projects, trying to keep his mind occupied during the long voyage. Arranging security access for the members, ensuring their identities were secure and unbreakable. Deftly his hands danced across the panel as the only sound emenating from his area was the soft beeping noise everytime he made a selection.

[musicmage4114]

HACKING ATTEMPT DETECTED.

The screen of Garret's infopad displayed the message in bright, large red type.

Oh no, you don't, whoever you are.

Garret leaped from his seat and sprinted to his cabin. He hurled himself into the seat next to the computer. The computer screen brightened, and his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Computer, activate security protocol Seraph Two-Alpha-Omega-Delta-Six. Lock."

Few people can break through THAT security clearance. I'm not the Ambassador for nothing. The hacking message disappeared, the attempt had failed. Only his public file from the Terran Alliance, which contained very little truthful and not readily available information, had been transferred.

No trace. He's good. But he better not try that again.

[TheBlindMime]

"Heh, then what good is the thing." Trent remarked calmly, though a thick sheen of sweat covered his forehead. "Thats information you could use, after all if you just opened your mind you'd realize the only point of shame is to take away from the good things in life."

Trent's stance had opened, he was leaning against one of the closed bunks just above Aya. He casually continued with a much less formal smile upon his face, "So tell me, Dominique Sapperfield, Age 27. Caucasian Human Female, Blond hair with eyes red and blue, respectively." Trent said casually, displaying the textbook knowledge of his new comrades. "What activities do you plan on doing with the remaining... 12 hours, shameless or other?"

As Trent recalled, Hands were demon's in the sack.

[Flarecobra]

A needle suddonly appeared by Trent's head, and judging from the angle, it was safe to assume that it was thrown by Aya, just rolled over on her cot, looking away from them as she went back to her restless sleep.

[Astral Harmony]

"I was just going to exercise," Dominique said, catching on to what Trent was implying. "That kind of exercise would be acceptable."

Though not something that every Hand did, Dominique was actually trained in sexual interaction. It was more her superior Geist's request for himself than out of any specific mission qualification, but Dominique found use for those skills in the field as well on occasion. It could never hurt to refresh on those techniques. And it would pass the time.

All two and a half minutes of the time.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent's cigarette split and the cherry fell to the floor, leaving Trent eying the needle just above his head in anger. He knew better then to pick a fight directly with a Hand like Aya, he'd done that before. It always landed him with at least a broken rib.

A smile quickly returned to his face when Dominique answered him, it even remained when she mentioned that only the one kind of exercise would be be acceptable. Hard to get is she, this should be fun. I've never been with a cyborg before...

Trent made a quick move of his eyes from Dominique to his splintered cigarette and back, he was sure she noticed the damage. "I was in fact just thinking about getting in shape, smoking as you can see is quite dangerous to my health. So, what acceptable exercise do you have in mind?"

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique kneeled, placed her hands upon the ground and then raised and straightened her legs, assuming a handstand. "The best kind of exercise is one that improves our ability to function in our own specific fields. Hands like Surana and myself usually do some of everything as we have the most physically demanding missions of the Sons of Pluto. Personally, I do a lot of exercise involving my hands and arms, particularly after my mechanical arm has been worked on to adjust to the new recalibrations."
She split her legs, then dropped them and came back up, clenching fists as though ready to hit an imaginary punching bag.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent groaned just slightly in appreciation of what he saw before him, like wet cloth to... well to be frank a twenty something woman looking for a good time in Cabo. Needless to say Trent was more then a little energized by the sight, the smile broadened as he flung aside the cigarette taking care not to throw it in Aya's direction. "Tactical exercises eh? Like target practice?" Trent raised his open hands palm forward, "Tap the target before it touches you?"

The mention of 'tapping' the target clearly illustrated Trent's desire to play along but not walk away with broken hands. It seemed innocent enough.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan shook his head in the cockpit, smiling inwardly. He looked back briefly, "Trent. We aren't making any emergency medical stops so if either of those two impale you, throw you out of an airlock, or decide to change your gender, you'll have to apply some field surgery by yourself. Oh. And I'm all out of bandages and gauze."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique's eye studied Trent's hands. "I shall not harm you in the slightest, Mister Roman. It is because of you Eyes that the work of Hands like Miss Surana and myself have lived as long as we have." Dominique's eye wavered toward Aya. "Though, that's not to discount our own skill," she corrected herself quickly. It was quite enough that Trent incur the girl's wrath.

She didn't hit hard, she only hit fast, especially with her mechanical limb. Trent, being an Eye, was fast enough to see her speed. For Trent's sake, she didn't apply gunfire or the blade to her attacks, and she ended it quickly, opening her hands for him. "Please take care when striking my left hand," she advised. "Or would you prefer a different physical activity?"

[Flarecobra]

There was a beeping from a nearby terminal, and it showed a message.

"Just keep it down. You know how light a sleeper I am.

spacesaver-Aya."

She gave a sigh and shifted her position again.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent was just rolling up his sleeves as Aiden warned him of his dire situation, Trent just turned to Aiden and motioned to his black eye. "When have you ever known me to anger a beautiful woman?" Trent somewhat enjoyed conversing with such a high-ranking officer as if they had a long standing friendship, he was sure Aiden enjoyed it too. Must be lonely at the top...

Trent quickly pushed those thoughts aside, he had to take this quite seriously. Sex was on the line. "Don't worry Dominique, I'll be gentle." Trent said, taking the obvious innuendo. Dominique's hands gracefully spiraled around him while Trent swung his arms clumsily to strike them aside. He was true to his words, despite his awkward movements by hand standards he refrained from doing much more then tapping her hands a hair rougher then she did to his hands. Oddly though, his fists pursued her targets much more fiercely then defended from them.

He was forcing her back, stepping into his swings but he would pull back as contact was made. There was just something curious about his movements, he charged when he should retreat and struck when he should defend. His odd style was so distracting Dominique didn't realize her back was against the wall until it was too late. Desperately she swung her hands into his chest, he made no move to defend. Dominique had won the game.

Trent however had won his game as well. His hands rested gently upon her hips. "I would enjoy another physical activity, but you made it clear that it did not interest you." Trent said somewhat serenely, taking advantage of the moment he leaned in brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered, "That is, unless it interests you now..."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique observed how Trent had her pinned. "So this is how you do it," she said, reaching down and taking Trent's wrists. She pulled them away from her hips and then placed her hands against his, interlocking the fingers and bringing them up to shoulder level. "Shall we, then?" she asked simply, her expression cold and challenging.

[TheBlindMime]

"I don't think we shall," Trent said, the bright smile never leaving his lips, he pulled his fingers away gently. He turned his back upon her as he rolled his sleeves back down, "I think its about time I tried to get some real rest," He slipped back into his upper bunk and waved a farewell, "Perhaps another time." He then shut the privacy screen and sighed, it would be many hours before he could sleep.

Trent hoped the hours passed quickly.

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique looked around. There was nothing else to do, so she followed the idea of the others and went to sleep herself, wondering if their own investigations would bear fruit of any kind.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan felt his own eyes grow heavy, the last conscious member of the shuttle drifting into a spiral of sleep. Occassionally he would try to fight it, but the all to complete silence of the shuttle begged him to rest. Hours passed as though seconds, his dreams mixing into each other.


After what seemed like only minutes to Aidan, a large alarm rang throughout the cockpit. Aidan snapped quickly to attention, thrown out of his dream state by the loud noise. The autopilot blatantly warned that they were approaching the end of it's path. Aidan quickly entered commands, returning the vehicle to manual control. He glanced around at the others, most had also fallen asleep. He shouted, "We're almost there. Make ready for our final briefing before departure."

[TheBlindMime]

It seemed as though it only had been minutes to another waking member as well, Trent tried to refrain but a steady stream of curses poured though his lips as he rose out of bed and moved towards the cockpit, it wasn't until the cigarette in his mouth was lit however before he stopped, paused, breathed, and then asked calmly.

"Why, why, why is there a final briefing? What piece of information could have possibly waited sixteen hours only to cut off the last few minutes I could use for sleep?" Well, more calm then the cursing anyways. Trent's bloodshot eyes were packing more then a few bags under themselves.

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique was awake and ready. The briefing might have something to do with alternate identities and plans of escape and retrieval during the course of the investigation. After all, their part in the operation is probably not known to the local law enforcement. It's likely that they would be breaking numerous laws to get what they needed out of their searches.

[musicmage4114]

Garret was likewise prepared. Dressed smartly and appropriately, he added a pair of non-prescription eyeglasses to truly look the part.

[Flarecobra]

Aya reached over and took away the cigarette and put it out, glaring at him. She wore a dark blue business-casual suit, looking more at home in an office then in a secret group that involved assassinations.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent turned angrily and blew a puff of smoke directly in Aya's face before pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. He didn't care that she could kill him eight ways from sunday, he was going to have a cigarette. His enraged glare matched even Aya's intensity.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan cleared his throat, "Alright, listen up. We're landing in a few minutes. As soon as we depart we will be making seperate ways to our destinations. We have alloted seperate vehicles and identities for all of you. I want all of you to start getting any kind of attitudes in check with who your personalities are supposed to be.

As I stated in the original briefing you will all be doing various tasks. Your identities have been prepared for you."

Aidan moved to a cubby hole and opened a large container. Inside were sealed bags. He grabbed one, checked it, and handed it Trent. He continued to do so until everyone was given a bag. Before any started to open he warned them not to.

"Do not open those just yet. This mission is very dangerous. Not knowing what kind of powers are at play puts us all at risk to capture or worse. I do not want anyone in this room knowing any else's name. Some of you may have to work together, and that can't be avoided."

He addressed the three hands, "The three of you are to only address each other in a professional manner. Do not tip your hand that you know each other. You'll probably hear each other's name but that's the end of where it goes. Do not socialize outside of what's required for your job."

He looked back at everyone, "I will not lie. The Will asked that I not tell you this part, but since we are all putting more than just our lives on the line I feel it necessary. It is believed that at least one member of the Sons of Pluto was involved in this. I'm sure any of you could've put that together by the nature of the assassination. But still, this means that any agents, including any of us, could be involved. Or worse, the killer.

As such I ask you to use discretion even amongst each other. You will all report to me every evening on your findings. We will have no more face to face interactions for the beginning. You will have seperate living stations assigned in those identity packs. I will be monitoring all of you during this operation, and that will be all you need to know.

If I contact you, you will get a single message with the term "Alpha Omega Four". If you see this, find a private location and respond. We'll have brief vocal conferences at night where you can relay whatever pertinent data you find to the other agents.

Any questions before you depart?"

[Flarecobra]

Aya nodded and started typing in a question on a datapad. When she passed it over it said "Since I can't talk, am I to use this to communacate, or will I be working with someone from the outside?"

[Tyrazial]

Aidan nodded to her as he recieved the datapad.
"You may contact me using this datapad, but only this one. Do not even mention this operation on any other device or written material. Understood?"

[Flarecobra]

Aya nodded, but then repeated her question, since a mute investagator wouldn't be the best thing to have around.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan smiled lightly, "Amidst your packs are plenty of credentials to get past any form of checkpoint. If anyone tries to check up on you, they'll get re-routed to me and I'll make sure they never question you again for the duration of our mission. Besides, if it's one thing that place is used to, is well dressed agents that don't say much."

[musicmage4114]

"I'm good on the info. I just want to get going!" Garret said with a bit of a hop in place.

He was already getting used to his new persona, knowing that he would be in charge of keeping the spotlight on himself.

[TheBlindMime]

"So..." Trent said eying Dominque heavily as he tried to decide in his groggy haze whether or not he should have risked breaking every bone in his hands for her. His nearly spent cigarette bobbled in his mouth as he turned and addressed Aiden, "Goodbye all, it was a pleasure and convenience to know you for such a short time."

[Astral Harmony]

"You sound like you don't expect to come back from this mission," Dominique said, taking up her equipment case. "Do you need us to wish you good luck in order for you to succeed, or should we start contacting your beneficiaries now?"

Dominique had already adjusted to her persona for the mission. She was Kaitlyn Valus, a cybernetically augmented special forces officer who has had more than her fair share of training and practical experience in espionage and counterterrorism. She was a cold and straightforward, no-nonsense type of soldier who usually dealt with problems in ways that shed some negative perspectives on her as a person.

[TheBlindMime]

"Oh, I expect to head home after this matter is... settled. And once this is resolved there will be no need for such extreme travel methods. I will be free to roam as I please." Trent stubbed the remainder of his cigarette against the wall. "Smoke as I please too."

"Anytime you'd like to land this bird feel free to Aiden, the air in here is stale." So is the company. He thought coldly, the feeling have little to do with any false persona.