R.E.D.(IC)

[Jones Sparrow]

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Benjamin Chase woke up every day at 7:00. He climbed out of bed to put on his slippers. His bald head shined from the morning sun, as he slowly walked down the stairs, still drowsy. He walked into his kitchen, where he pulled out a few fresh fruits, a blender... and a large antique military combat knife. Using the knife he cut the fruit perfectly, peeling the fruit or dicing it to create a killer smoothie. As he let the automatic blender make his breakfast, he walked outside, into his nice suburban neighborhood in Denver, Colorado. He picked up the newspaper and started reading as he trudged back in. Most would think that Old Man Ben had some joint problems, because they only see him in the morning. When he's fully awake, he's one of the most athletically built 50 year olds you could meet. He trained every day in his basement. Running, boxing, yoga, you name it.... What could he say? Old habits are a pain to get rid of.


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The director of the CIA walked out of an elevator, in a thick concrete bunker deep below CIA HQ. There sat an old man, who stood immediately. "Director." The old man said. They gave each other a handshake, then the Director spoke. "You understand why I am here?" He asked.

The old man laughed a bit at the question. "No one has been down here for many years, Director. All wanting to know the same thing..." He waved his arm for him to follow into yet another room. Large files of every sort filled dozens of bookshelves. This was the Black Ops information holding center. In the corner was a small gate, where the old man unlocked with a key, revealing only a small amount of boxes and shelves. "Here we are..." The old man chuckled, walking over to a certain box. He placed it on a metal table in the center of the room, taking out certain files with different names. "Here we are, Director. The R.E.D. files." He said.

The Director opened the first file, seeing it completely blacked out, with many covert and top secret stamps written all over the page. "Who were these guys...?" The young Director asked, flipping through pages of more black ink. "These are the most deadliest and lethal Black Ops agents recorded around the world. CIA, FBI, MI6, you name it... All retired though, hence the name Retired and Extremely Dangerous... R.E.D." He said with a smile, thinking back as if he personally met all of these people.

"Benjamin Chase... Simon Owen... I've heard these names before..." The director stated.

"That's because they broke more records here than any other operative here... All have wings of the buildings around here named after them... All have killed more people than a small unit can in Afghanistan in weeks... Sure don't make 'em like they used to.." The old man laughed.

"They are too dangerous to be out in public... Any symptoms of shell shock? Social anxiety? sudden pulses of anger..?" The shrug from the old man meant he didn't know. The Director knew what must be done. To make sure they don't snap and kill innocent lives, he must kill the R.E.D.

[Jambo1117]

What does every R.E.D opertive need in their homes? A good firing range, or some other training spot. To hone their skills. This is exactly what Simon had been doing. Waking up, doing the morning run. And then heading down to his basement. This was a house he built. In the countryside, away from the city. The basement was made into a sound-proof firing range. He had a line dedicated to just knives. Where he would spend majority of his time down here. Throwing knives. The Basement wasn't big enough for much else. A problem he now regrets. When building/ designing your own home. Make the basement bigger. He thought. The rest of the space was filled with a few guns cases and ammo dumps, oh and a boxing bag. After his morning shoot. He returned up stairs. To watch the T.V. It was pretty dull, for a man used to being so active. Sitting and watching this sh#t. Did make him miss his old life. Perhaps he should try deer hunting, that might good. He thought. Perhaps he'd give the other R.E.D Operatives a call to join him.

[Cartwright]

In a black Crown Vic's car, Bradly observed the man taking up his news paper and waking into his house. In the agent's hands was a file with a similar picture of the person he was observing while a pair of shades sat next to a cellphone on the passenger seat. He watched until the man walked in and looked into the file's contents once again. "A lot of bars." He muttered referring to the censor bars covering everything but simple, almost useless information.

"Yeah, I couldn't find much Miller. Look I gotta go take care of the mess with Jacob. Call me when you need me." The speaker of his phone said. He sighed taking up the phone and turning off the speaker, holding the device up to his ear with his right hand.

"Thanks Kyle, you know I will." He said sitting back, hanging up the phone and closing the folder. The agent stuffed the phone away in his pocket and placed the folder aside now watching the house. All he knew was the man's name and family members.

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In a black Crown Vic's car, Bradly observed the man taking up his news paper and waking into his house. In the agent's hands was a file with a similar picture of the person he was observing while a pair of shades sat next to a cellphone on the passenger seat. He watched until the man walked in and looked into the file's contents once again. "A lot of bars." He muttered referring to the censor bars covering everything but simple, almost useless information.

"Yeah, I couldn't find much Miller. Look I gotta go take care of the mess with Jacob. Call me when you need me." The speaker of his phone said. He sighed taking up the phone and turning off the speaker, holding the device up to his ear with his right hand.

"Thanks Kyle, you know I will." He said sitting back, hanging up the phone and closing the folder. The agent stuffed the phone away in his pocket and placed the folder aside now watching the house. All he knew was the man's name and family members.

[Kacey Scott]

Jane was out for her morning jog, when she saw the black SUV with blacked out windows across the street from her house. It had been years since the FBI had been observing her, or at least been dumb enough to be this obvious about it. Jane ran past the SUV, flipping them off as she did, and picked up her paper as she walked inside. After making herself a quick breakfast she sat down to read the paper, mostly scanning for the secret codes R.E.D. operatives often used for communication. Jane's house was moderatly sized, a classic 3 bedroom ranch style, with a full basement. As Jane finished her paper without seeing any messages, she walked to her room for a shower, but couldn't help but wonder if the bureau really just got stupid, or if they were purposly making their observing more obvious. After Jane had showered, she put on a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt, decided her cosmetic prosthesis would make more sense today, and finished it off with a pair of simple black flats and the glasses she wore in public. Jane sat on her porch drinking a cup of tea, just watching the agents watch her, wondering if it was time to contact Ben.

[Tabbi]

Alicia dusted the fertilizer off of her gloves by brushing her hands against one another. She stood up and smiled down at the little garden she had just finished tending to this morning. She picked up a green metal watering can and sprinkled some water on each of the plants. She walked around the side of her house and left the can on the porch. Before going inside, Alicia surveyed the street out of habit. She pulled off her gardening gloves and headed upstairs for a nice shower. Alicia's home was simple yet elegant. With a pale pink and beige color scheme flowing throughout the house, it always made her feel sweeter. Alicia went to her bathroom and took a shower in warm water. Getting out, she wrapped a towel around herself and started to comb through her blonde hair. She dressed in a light blue blouse with gray slacks before leaving her house to buy a cup of coffee.

[Jones Sparrow]

Ben sat on his armchair, his smoothie in one hand, remote in the other. He turned on the TV, flipping through the channels.... of course, nothing was on that interested him. "What the hell is a honey Boo-Boo...?" He mumbled under his breath, switching the channel after seconds of watching a bit of it. He knew the car parked out across the street was watching him, which he found odd, since this was the first time in years that they did this. Although he knew that they wouldn't dare to try and sneak up on Benjamin Chase... He wondered if other R.E.D. members were being watched as well... He got up, walking to the phone, seeing if anyone tried to contact him about it. Although he was well past his retirement ceremony, he still has some high ranked friends in the CIA. He decided to call one, to see what was going on.

[Cartwright]

Bradley jumped when his phone rang. Immediately, he took up the phone and looked at the call if before answering it when the name came up to be from one of the team members of his field operative. "Yeah Liz?"

"Hey Miller, the bomb was finally put together. You were right when you said the trigger was the ignition of the car. I even got the bomb itself. It's not no diesel home made bomb and I can't find the bomb maker's signature."

"Alright so it's a dead end." The agent assumed sighing disappointingly.

"Not so exactly. Here's the interesting part. The bomb was c4 and do you know that since the 1990s, the factories were ordered by law to put a serial number for tracking purposes."

"Yeah so?"

"This bomb doesn't have that serial number. Only a few organizations one bei-"

"The CIA." Bradly concluded before thanking his lab director and hanging up. The agent took up his shades and wore them in front of his eyes, taking up the folder and climbing out the car. He looked around shutting the door and crossing the street towards the house he was conducting his stakeout.

[Kacey Scott]

Jane finished her tea and walked back inside, deciding to use a new burn phone to call Ben, knowing that both phone lines were being traced. Its possible that she was just being a bit paranoid, but if her gut was correct, they all needed to watch their backs. Jane called the last known number she had for Ben and left a message in a strong male voice, in French "Call Sister Jo, the Parish is in need of a donation". Jane hung up and destroyed the phone.

[Tabbi]

Alicia walked casually down the sidewalk. Without even looking behind her, she could tell that someone was watching her. She sighed softly to herself. The CIA should have gotten past petty stakeouts. Alicia had definitely stayed below the radar, so if she was being followed then so were the others.

[Jones Sparrow]

No answer. "Huh..." He said under his breath, He sat back down in his chair when his phone started ringing. He didn't get there in time, but they left a message. He listened to it, and deleted it instantly. Jane Doe... He didn't talk to her for quite some time. He walked over to a cabinet filled with disposable phones, and called her old number.