06-09-2007, 07:53 PM | #51 |
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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." Last edited by Tyrazial; 06-12-2007 at 07:23 PM. |
06-12-2007, 10:33 PM | #52 |
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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.
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06-13-2007, 09:06 AM | #53 |
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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.
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06-13-2007, 12:07 PM | #54 |
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Garret was likewise prepared. Dressed smartly and appropriately, he added a pair of non-prescription eyeglasses to truly look the part.
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06-13-2007, 05:22 PM | #55 |
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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.
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06-13-2007, 11:08 PM | #56 |
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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.
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06-15-2007, 04:34 PM | #57 |
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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?" Last edited by Tyrazial; 06-15-2007 at 04:48 PM. |
06-15-2007, 05:03 PM | #58 |
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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?"
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06-15-2007, 08:01 PM | #59 |
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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?" |
06-15-2007, 08:06 PM | #60 |
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Aya nodded, but then repeated her question, since a mute investagator wouldn't be the best thing to have around.
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