Operation: Reanimation [IC]

[CloudyDreams]

OOC

Phoenix, Arizona US

A dark-brown haired man sat in a darken room, a white cane lying on the ground next to him. He was bent over his work, and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was dressed simply, a plain white t-shirt and black loose jeans. There was bags under his eyes, and he paused to rub his eyes with the palm of his hands. Another man sat next to him, looking on as his friend worked furiously. The two had been cooped up in the darkened room for hours, arguing and working with each other. Faintly annoyed, the man with the cane pushed back against the desk, his rolling chair scooting back. His hands went down to massage his upper left thigh. Lately, the mans' old wound was acting up again to the point of being unable to sleep. It hurt like hell, but he needed to finish what he had started. Stretching his arms, he leaned over to grab the rim of the table and pulled himself back to the desk. Picking up the pencil, he jotted down a few scribbles down on a piece of lined paper and typed something quickly on his laptop.

After a few quiet moments, a faint knock was heard. The other man called out, saying "Fey, come in." A beam of light shined on the two, and both squinted in agony. A girl, about the size of 5'2 was smiling at the both of them, carrying a tray with sweets and coffee. She was dressed in a striped long-sleeved shirt with black jeans. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, as she had just woken up.

"You two should really take a break. You've been in here for about a week already," she said as she placed the tray on a small table. She sighed and looked at the two men, not pleased at the sight of the unruly grumpy men who could probably kill her in less than a second. The girl, Fey looked fondly at the man without the cane and went over to give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I love you," she whispered in his ear. She then straightened herself out and walked back out of the room and shut the door. She knew that they needed all the time to work, and Fey didn't dare to bother them much.

The crippled man glanced at his companion and gave a smirk. Watching the two love birds made him laugh, and it was something he could tease his friend, Leonardo about. Grumpy, Leonardo lightly punched the older man on his right arm and continued looking through a few papers. The clock ticked endlessly, driving Lance crazy. Muttering, Lance typed and clicked on his laptop. He only stopped to take a gulp of the coffee Fey brought in. After an hour or so, Lance slammed his hands on the table and awkwardly stood up, shifting all his weight on his right leg. Questionably, Leonardo looked at Lance, asking what was going on. With a wry smile, Lance said; "I got it. It's done." Leonardo gave a sigh of relief and ran out of the room, obviously to Fey. Smiling, Lance bent down and grabbed his cane, and hobbled out of the room. He gave a sigh and went outside on the patio, enjoying the fresh breeze. A huge tabby purred, it's yellow eyes watching Lance.

Tokyo, Japan

"Die fucker!"

Inside Agency 2, the Special Agents were training in the gym. Everywhere, people were attacking each other, trying to please the instructors. One certain man had brought down his opponent with a crushing blow to the solar plexus. He grinned at his fallen comrade, as he sleeked back his dyed blonde hair. The Agent was well-built, and was at least 5'7. He was slightly tanned, and one could see numerous scars and a tattoo on his body. Giving a sigh of boredom, he looked around: "Really, there's nobody to fight here anymore.." he thought. Slowly, he walked off and headed towards his dorm. If there wasn't anyone good enough to fight him, then there was no reason to train. As he passed by a bunch of people, the man could hear whispers. "That's Mad Dog...He's fucking arrogant...He'll die soon." Grinning, Mad Dog flicked off the group of Agents and continued walking back to his room. He knew he wasn't popular in the Agency, but he didn't really mind. There was no one to trust.

The man reached his dorm, and opened the door. His room was small and plain, with numerous guns, knives, and ammunition scattered around. Mad Dog sat down at his desk, logging on to his computer. He clicked on his email, specified for only Agents like him. Bored, he scrolled down, until he reached a certain message.

Subject: (None)
11022-3021-2304-1924-242555-2324-12367-1345-12-6789-2335-23-53-53-2-5646-2435-235-32523-2002354-12923

Yeah. I am not going to cipher or decode anything. Just..no.

Quickly, Mad Dog deciphered the code, translating:
Operation: Reanimation - Destroy Agency 3 - Phoenix, Arizona 12345

Mad Dog leaned back on his chair and deleted the message, the address in his mind. Then, his cell phone buzzed with a new undercover mission. Mad Dog thought for a second, deciding to use this as an opportunity to leave. His thoughts wondered to 4 years ago...Fingers automatically reached for a silver cross in the inside of the desk, and he slung the necklace over his neck. Returning to reality, the Agent began to pack his few possessions. When he got out, he was dressed in [In picture: Description] Walking down the hall with a bag slung over his shoulder, he headed towards to airport.

[CloudNine]

Leonardo has been stuck in a dark room with Lance for a week, and it was driving him crazy. The two men argued endlessly and work piled on their desks. Sighing loudly, he pushed his dark hair out of his eyes, wanting to finish. Flipping through the papers, he rubbed at his tired eyes. God damn it, he hated paperwork and he just wanted his Fey. He just wanted to hold her and see her smile. Being stuck in a room with Lance was terrible. It had begun to smell in the room. Hearing a knock on the door, knowing it was Fey, he excitedly called her in. He was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend. The two had stuck together for 3 years, and he really loved her. Smiling gently at her as she gave him a hug and a kiss, he felt refreshed.

"Love you too," he watched her leave. Sadly, Lance just had to tease him. Muttering angrily, he lightly punched Lance and returned to his work. It wasn't until a hour that they finished. Grinning happily at the news, he quickly ran out of the room. Heading towards Fey, he found her in the kitchen. "Fey! We finished!" he hugged her tightly, smiling. Finally, maybe they could take down the Agency.

[Frettzo]

Yawn.

Ana stretched out on the bed, letting out a yawn before smiling contently. Last night had been very... Very interesting. She silently got out of the bed, not waking up the other agent on it, and quickly put on her last night's clothes, which had been a light pink sort of short skirt, high boots, and a black and white striped sweater.

Letting out another yawn, she picked up her handgun and her small purse, exiting the room and heading for her own. That was how she spent her time when out of duty in the Agency. There weren't many other females around so she usually didn't have a lot of competition, and even if there was competition, she'd surely be the best of the lot.

She hurried through the halls, not wanting anyone to see her with her hair in such a bad shape after last night... She did have a reputation to keep, after all.

Grinning to herself as she reached her humble room. It was fairly simple, really... Just a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a laptop. She didn't really have a need for lots of sophistication, even though she often spent the night in other, generally more sophisticated places. Obviously the first thing she did when she entered her room, was enter her bathroom and freshen herself up... Mostly the usual for her, brush her teeth, her hair, wash her face, take a shower, change clothes, apply makeup (especially eyeliner- As her training taught her it attracted many men to have a decent amount of eyeliner.), brush her hair again, then take care of her nails.

Hour and a half later, Ana was sitting on her desk, tapping her right foot on the floor impatiently as she coursed through various websites in her laptop... You see, she usually left email to be the last thing to check, as she was uncomfortable relaxing while she had something more important to do. As soon as she finished watching videos on Youtube about fashion and hairstyles (She needs to be up to date for her various missions), she checked her email, finding a peculiar message which she deciphered and found to be a really interesting one.

Operation: Reanimation - Destroy Agency 3 - Phoenix, Arizona 12345

She raised an eyebrow at the words on her screen, then slowly smiled. This was what she needed. The agency was getting way too corrupt lately, and she could swear she felt that they were going to make her kill her own family every second now... Maybe it was time she changed sides. With that settled in her mind, she quickly erased the message and turned off her laptop, grabbing a backpack and filling it with different clothes, lock picking and infiltration items, and most of all, her knife, handgun and the ammo necessary, then she headed for the Airport. It was going to take her a while to get there, but it was going to be worthy.

[avanhelisng]

London,England 51°30′26″N 00°07′39″W

In the base of Agency 1 there is a long rectangular room about 1,500 meters in length. Through out this room are moving targets used to train the some of the best snipers the Agency has to offer. Laying in one of the lanes is a young man with a M107 sniper rifle. Brushing his brown hair out of his eyes the man looks through the scope. He follows the target at 1500 meters with his rifle not shooting. "Agent. Take the shot now. a voice commanded him harshly. As my lord and master commands. the man thought to himself. Watching the target his whispers to himself, Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." and takes the shot.

The target is pierced cleanly through the head. "Excellent shot, Jackal. As is expected of you. Return to the dorms. Ready yourself for your next mission. the voice said to him. Obeying the orders the Jackal walked back to his room. It is spartan in design. There is only a small bed with only white walls. Except for a small picture near the bed. It shows the Jackal smiling. A rarity alone yet he doesn't look at the other half of the picture.

Then he gets a message on his phone:
11022-3021-2304-1924-242555-2324-12367-1345-12-6789-2335-23-53-53-2-5646-2435-235-32523-2002354-12923
He translated it in his head quickly:
Operation: Reanimation - Destroy Agency 3 - Phoenix, Arizona 12345.
Looks like I am going to Heathrow to Phoenix. My mission was close. LA is close to Phoenix I suppose. he thought as he packed. He then left as soon as possible for the airport.

[BigBullCrocker]

Callum sat for a while just watching the man in front of him. He had tied the bloody mess of a man to the chair in front and blindfolded him. Occasionally he'd rock the chair back and forth with his leg. He couldn't decide what to do with this guy, sure he was a traitor but he had a family! But then again, so did most people he killed. He stabbed the kukri knife he held in his hand into the side of his own chair and walked over to the man. He punched him across the face "So you like telling our secrets do ye' cunt?" he asked leaning to eye level, not that it mattered.

He hit the man once more across the face to hear him screaming something unintelligible, blood had almost stopped pouring from his mouth but not quite. Callum shook his head and kicked the chair onto it's back. He walked back over to the chair he was sitting on a few minutes ago and took the knife from it's side. He smiled, this was going to be fun, he started walking over to the man slowly but just as he was about to make the first strike his phone bleeped. "Fuck" he said calmly taking it out of his pocket. The man was thanking the gods as Callum read the text. 11022-3021-2304-1924-242555-2324-12367-1345-12-6789-2335-23-53-53-2-5646-2435-235-32523-2002354-12923 "The fuck is this?" he asked himself before remembering why the man was being tortured. He had betrayed them by telling secrets and breaking codes for the enemy. He took the blindfold off of the man's eyes and held the phone in front of his face "What. Does. It. Say." He said slowly the man blurted out "Operation: Reanimation - Destroy Agency 3 - Phoenix, Arizona 12345." Callum looked confused for a second before dropping the phone to the floor and shoving the knife into the man's head or 'heed' as he pronounces it. He crushed the phone under his foot before lifting the garage door to reveal the alleyway that had hidden his little operation. He closed the garage door as he left for Glasgow Airport.

[CloudNine]

Leonardo felt satisfied. He had finally finished his part of work and he was now sitting on the couch relaxing. Fey was in the kitchen cooking and he could smell the delicious aroma linger in the air. Feeling the urge to move, he purposely fell onto the floor. Laying down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, he wondered if all the Agents they had recruited were on their way. His mind wandering, he thought of food he would be able to gorge his stomach with. Giddy, he grinned, and rolled around on the soft carpet back and forth. Sadly, he only got to roll around three times before banging into a nearby table and making the books sitting on top of it fall on his head. Groaning, he clutched at his head and sat up. Just when he was about to begin rolling around again, the doorbell rang.

Disappointed, he began to walk toward the door, and the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. And again. Annoyed now, he slammed open the door and yelled at the person ringing the bell, "What do you want?!" Calming down slightly, he blinked at the person in front of him before actually recognizing him. It was one of the Agents he had recruited, nicknamed Mad Dog. With a quick change in mood, he smiled widely, "You must be Mad Dog! Come in," he stepped aside, "I'm Leonardo. The man who sent you the message is Lance. I'll go get him so we can all talk."

Leaving Mad Dog by himself in the living room, Leonardo basically ran to Lance. He knew Lance would be at the patio, probably petting some fat cat. Upon reaching Lance, he called out excitedly, "Hey, Mad Dog just showed up!"

[CloudyDreams]

Mad Dog

He had arrived at the richly decorated house, sneezing as he passed through a mass of flowers. Mad Dog never did enjoying the sight of flowers, but whoever planted this garden seemed to be especially skillful at the art of gardening. When he finally reached the front door, he knocked on it at first and waited for about 2 seconds. Impatient, the Japanese man started slamming the bell numerous times without stopping. Doing this proved to be quite successful, because a black haired blue eyed guy suddenly slammed open the door.

"What do you want?!"

Snickering, Mad Dog picked his right ear as he saw the sudden change of emotion on the mans face. This guy seemed interesting enough. "You must be Mad Dog! Come in," he stepped aside, "I'm Leonardo. The man who sent you the message is Lance. I'll go get him so we can all talk." Mad Dog stepped inside, following the mood-changer into the living room. "Ehhhh, so they did send out the email to me specifically," Mad Dog thought. The guy had already knew Mad Dog's name, and suddenly, he realized the resemblance. It was that Agent guy who ditched. He gave a slight sigh, and wondered why the hell he was here. Suddenly, his nose picked up a delicious warm aroma from what seemed to be a kitchen. Without even realizing it, he poked his head into the room and saw some lady cooking. "Ehhhh, so they even have a little lady," he thought. The girl, sensing something behind her looked at Mad Dog and gave a little squeal. Giving another snicker, Mad Dog resumed back to his place in the living room, uninterested. The house was okay, the person was okay, the little lady was okay, and the flowers were okay.

Sitting down awkwardly on a couch, he pulled out a cigarette and a light, placing the stick in his mouth before lighting it. Mad Dog ran his hand over the smooth black leather, enjoying the feel of the coolness. Suddenly, he heard a nasty hiss, and he casually glanced over to the right of him. There, a fat tabby seemed to be glaring at him, spitting. "This house is way too fucking funny." He mimicked a dog's growl at the cat and gave a grin as the feline sprinted away.

"Welcome."

There in front of him was a man with a cane. Mad Dog had thought about the guy who had sent the email. He had expected some tough-ass looking guy with scars and all, but this guy...looked like he was just an average crippled guy. Pulling out his cigarette and exhaling smoke, he frowned at the man.

"Well you're not what I expected," he growled.


Lance

The crippled man was indeed on the patio, petting his tabby before she sprinted off. He didn't mind that his pet had left, after all, it deserved to have freedom. Lance leaned on his cane, staring out into the distance. He wondered if this would work at all, and whether or not he was just sending these Agent's he had contacted to their deaths. Suddenly, he could hear Leonardo's excited voice.

"Hey, Mad Dog just showed up!"

So the first person arrived. Lance gave a grunt and start hobbling towards the living room, and was surprised to see the tabby dashing past him. Looking at the man on the couch, he gave a friendly smile. "Welcome."

"Well you're not what I expected," he growled. Lance just smiled, not surprised about the response he got. "I see you didn't get your name for nothing..." he calmly said.

[avanhelisng]

He woke up as the plane landed in Phoenix. For once he did not have any dreams. I suppose one would call that a sign. Luke thought as he left the plane and started to walk to customs.

As he walked there he looked at his passport, checking for what story he would need for the customs agent. He had run the gambit with accents and aliases. The agency had taught him to wear a mask when he needed to and he was very good at it. This alias was one of his favorites, an English university student by the name of William Hawthorne. It was most likely the most air tight of his 7 aliases. There were people in Camden, where Will claimed to live, who if questioned would tell you that they had known Will for years. They could swear up and down he was a polite and upstanding young man. So it was Luke's travel alias. The other 6 were more violent and depressing.

Calling up his English accent, Luke approached the agent, papers out and ready. Answering all the questions with the kind of cheer these type of people did not want to deal with at such an ungodly hour, Luke was hurried through. What the customs agent had not asked was if he had anything to declare. The logic being that no university student would have anything dangerous. However he was wrong. Luke did have a lot to declare, not that he would.

He had smuggled his weapons through security by hiding them in various suitcases. He hid his rifle in a guitar case. It really had a guitar in it, if someone got curious and he did know how to play it. The parts of the rifle were strapped inside it. The revolver and the knife had been much easier to get through. He had hidden them in a fake compartment in his suitcase. He figured that the Agency also kept security off him. He was however worried if the security here in Agency 3 territory would be as easy to trick.

Hailing a taxi, he told the cabbie to take him about a block from the location he was told to go to in the email. There was no way he was just going to walk up and ring the doorbell. No, he planed to scout the area first. His gathering did nothing really. The house looked normal enough. This is the base of the people who plan to take down Agency 3? he thought as he walked to the doorbell. As he did he looked around for snipers waiting to pick him off.
Finding none, he rang the doorbell. He made sure his revolver was ready in case of a fight.

[lord of nations]

It was a hot morning in buenos aires and sharpwhit felt the heat on his spine going down his back he rose up gently like a bridge with a boat going under it his head was saw and there was vomit on his bed he must of got so stoned he passed out he walked over to his window looking at the bustling city the lights glowing like a firefly he walked over to his computer and he saw a message on his screen it was in Quechua a Peruvian language but he could translate it it read in binary make your way to Arizona with the other agents this was not a surprise to be going somewhere but in America with other agents this was strange he walked over to his door and grabbed his suit
Cont
The suit was coverd in scratches and even a dent on the left hand shoulder plate still he slipped his suit on quickly and grabbed his suitcase and loaded up his favourite food chilli Doritos with mild salsa a mobile phone and all his toiletries together along with his ricin and needles and 300 g of weed and set off for Arizona
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Ooc sorry I have to urgently

[CloudyDreams]

Fey Springer (The Little Lady)

A 5'2 girl with mittens carefully reached into a stove and pulled out a steaming apple pie. She placed it down on the counter to cool and opened a nearby window. Lance, Leonardo, and the other Agent were all gathered in the living room, talking. Fey could feel the tense atmosphere from the living room, and she sighed with annoyance. The doorbell rang, and none of the three men seem to noticed. Men will be men! With an exasperated look, Fey slapped down her mittens on the kitchen counter and went over to the front door. The person ringing the doorbell would most likely be an Agent...Someone that Leonardo and Lance had contacted to bring down Agency 3...

Hesitantly, the small girl cracked the door open and gave a forced smile to the man in front of her. She noticed a guitar case and a suitcase, much more than the first guy had brought. 'Come in, there's already one who arrived before you," she said pleasantly. Fey moved back to let the man inside and turned around. Even if her Leonardo was an ignorant little boy, he still needed to mind his manners. "LEONARDO. GET YOUR BUTT HERE," she hollered.

HOLYYYYYY APPLE PIE. I NEVER POSTED LITTLE LADYs PROFILE.