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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 13, 2011 23:12:39 GMT -5
*I lean the training staff against the wall of the small exercise room when I finish my routine, the plastic dummy missing several chunks. I've spent the past week working on my own, getting back up to par. I'm told I'll have to report to my unit this afternoon. Checking the clock, I see its time to go, so I let the door slam behind me and go down the hall to the larger training room. There are many people inside, including the man I saw after whatever it was that the doctor did to me. When I'm one door down I get momentarily dizzy and have to put a hand on the wall to steady myself, but the feeling passes almost immediately and I continue inside.*
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Post by Aerith Lin on Nov 13, 2011 23:18:48 GMT -5
*takes more of my coffee and puts on my helmet before throwing away the cup*
The Vipers eh? Heard of them, not much, but ive heard of em.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 14, 2011 0:19:10 GMT -5
*The water tastes glorious after working out all day and I spend as much time as possible out in the hall before I have to go back inside. When I walk in Wilson is still talking to Orwell and a group of agents. I don't want to bother them, or be given more training exercises, so I quietly go sit on the benches next to the training mats. My body aches and I'm tired, but I force myself to stay awake, knowing there will be consequences if I fall asleep*
*My hopes rise for a split second when Max enters the room, but then I remember his last words to me. I stay still, trying not to draw attention to myself. I wonder if he remembers me at all...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 14, 2011 1:46:05 GMT -5
*I stand off to one side, waiting for orders. I don't pay attention to the conversation taking place; all I want to know is what is required of me. Scanning the room, I see several crow agents training, presumably members of my unit. A girl is sitting on a bench off to one side; that's a curiosity. I wonder if she's someone's child, visiting to see what work in the agency is like.*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 14, 2011 1:58:33 GMT -5
*I nod at Orwell, thinking. Aftermath...I'll have to go look up the file...* Allright. If this is real we need to mobilize as fast as possible. You and I need to tell the execs and the our Unit needs to be ready asap. We should also tell the other units to prepare. I don't like the idea of working with killjoys, but I would like to talk to a couple of them...
*I tilt my head toward Max* I think he's ready to go. Let's put Max on the front lines, see how he does.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 14, 2011 12:01:06 GMT -5
*I nod my head in agreement. I see Morand look at me and I smile ever so slightly.* I will see you in a bit Wilson. Try and pull up all the files you can find on the Vipers or any killjoys that seem to travel with this Aftermath character. I want to know who we are dealing with. Also, alert all the other units. Morand, Max- follow me. We are going to get the others and go through stock for weapons. I want to security to be at its prime. Then we patrol the outer wall and watch for any activity or possible threats. *I lead them away, walking down white empty hallways.* Nice to have you back Max. Morand, meet Silent Max a.k.a. One Shot.
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 14, 2011 12:26:03 GMT -5
*Once Orwell is gone I motion for Red to come over* Get yourself cleaned up, Red. I'll summon you soon, so be ready. *She nods and quickly leaves. I turn to Aerith* If anything really does happen, I want you to keep an eye on her. I'm pretty sure the treatments worked, but I don't want to lose Red again if I can help it.
*As I head to the vaults I radio the other team leaders to meet me in half an hour. They are all assembled in the conference room by the time I arrive with a thick stack of folders. I tell them about the killjoy's warning and the precautionary measures Orwell and I have already taken. Some of them laugh until I show them the file of the person I believe is in charge. Many begin to radio their units to assemble right then and there*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 14, 2011 14:05:54 GMT -5
(Once again: transferring back over to 'These Lights That Blind Us'. Confused yet? Good.)
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 14, 2011 23:23:58 GMT -5
(same here)
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