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Az
Az
Azseth Member
Born to Kill
STATUS: So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead. 9 yrs ago
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So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead.
9 yrs ago
Apparently, I am not dead.
Bio
Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
Most Recent Posts
A heads up. For the CDC group, things are going to be done a BIT different this time.
In short, I'm going to post a LENGTHY post from the eyes of Jon. That post will essentially start with ALL of the doors opening, and all the members leaving the building. I will not talk much about it, but anything that happens specific to your char can be written out after that.
If you have SPECIFIC questions about that, please ask me.
For anyone OUTSIDE of the CDC group, feel free to start posting IC.
Keep in mind, the loose plan is for ALL members, CDC and Walkers to meet up, even though it doesn't have to happen all at once.
Az
In short, I'm going to post a LENGTHY post from the eyes of Jon. That post will essentially start with ALL of the doors opening, and all the members leaving the building. I will not talk much about it, but anything that happens specific to your char can be written out after that.
If you have SPECIFIC questions about that, please ask me.
For anyone OUTSIDE of the CDC group, feel free to start posting IC.
Keep in mind, the loose plan is for ALL members, CDC and Walkers to meet up, even though it doesn't have to happen all at once.
Az
@Darkraven I have no issues with Jeremy. The gear is a bit much, BUT, if someone is smart, not traveling all the time, or has the means to move the gear and a reason to have accumulated (or been issues) it, I'm fine with that. But the issue IS him being with the CDC group AND having the gear. Offhand, the idea I have is that as you mentioned, he was flown in to assist/observe with the CDC group. However, he was locked in the room, as was everyone in the group, and by oversight, treated as one of those in the rooms. Or, maybe once he saw shit was hitting the fan, he leveraged (or conned) his way into the room? As for his gear, if you opt to have him have all of it, then he will not have access to it in his room as it will be in the armory. Let me know your thoughts.
Also, are you bringing back that tragic little girl who SHOULD JUST DIE ALREADY??!!? Haha. She like, had it horrible. I feel like you are taking something out on her as a character, haha. Didn't she have ONE eye?!?
@Scout Your characters are denied because I hate you.
Az
Also, are you bringing back that tragic little girl who SHOULD JUST DIE ALREADY??!!? Haha. She like, had it horrible. I feel like you are taking something out on her as a character, haha. Didn't she have ONE eye?!?
@Scout Your characters are denied because I hate you.
Az
Sorry guys. Had my girls until monday and have had a stomach bug since. I've been really out of it.
If I don't get something done today, I will tomorrow. I'm up, just struggling to find energy and focus.
Az
If I don't get something done today, I will tomorrow. I'm up, just struggling to find energy and focus.
Az
Late February, 2017...
Fuad.
The first nights were all a blur due to shock and sleep deprivation. Most of the days were spent running at a jog pace, putting distance between him and everything. On the fourth day, he stopped in a small clearing in between sprawling, new subdivisions and sat.
He looked around him, making sure he wasn't near anyone or anything, and he found himself panicking slightly when suddenly it hit him. He needed a plan. Running just to run and stay alive wasn't a solid plan, he needed something more, at least something to run towards.
He heard two gunshots fired far off in the distance and was roused from his thoughts. Death was everywhere and it was worse than he could have ever imagined. One would imagine that in a time of crisis like this, people would come together, nations would find a common cause, and trivial conflicts would be over looked. At first it seemed that way. People helping, offering shelter, donating things and giving excess things to those in need.
Then, bad things happened. Yes, amidst something like in infection that reanimated bodies, OTHER bad things. Nuclear weapons were fired. Countries were at war. Minor looting broke out. Then, not even an hour after he'd left Phoenix and made it out to the suburbs, 2 fighter jets ripped by over head, followed by a larger bomber of some sort (or at least that was his guess). Both dropped payloads over the city.
The. Whole. Fucking. City.
It was shocking, awe inspiring and terrifying, and that was only added to when the force of the explosions pushed everything outward, and eventually, he was forced to hide inside an abandoned car as dust and debris moved past him. He laid there, moving in and out of half-sleep, until things outside calmed down and he felt it was safe to exit. He looked around and didn't know what to think, what to make of the situation. He jogged off east, never looking back at until the city was out of his sight completely.
That was about, what, 9 or 10 days ago now, and he sat in the field, alone and with nothing but a bat, a sword and a backpack with some clothes and food. The only thing he could think of was "head east," but that was too vague. Then he thought of something. Find a small town, or maybe an isolated house somewhere and either see if they'd let him in, or if it was abandoned, stay there and find a secure and safe place to sleep.
It wasn't long before he chanced upon a new home off of a two lane highway, a two story yellow house with no vehicles parked anywhere. He made his way to the door and on it was spray painted was "Empty. Enjoy. Pray hard." After a quick walk through the house, he made his way upstairs, closed a door behind him and laid in a bed. He was about 3 thoughts into figuring out a plan when sleep over took him.
It was the best sleep Fuad could remember in a long time.
And that sleep was ruined when he was roused by a violent shake. He suddenly became aware of the words around him, people yelling. "Get the fuck up, slow."
"Now!"
At first he thought they were police, but even in his sleepy state of confusion and shock, it immediately became apparent that they were not. They were guys in clothes, armed randomly and there was shouting and arguing below, on the first floor.
There arguing below intensified as Fuad heard men arguing about something "being mine" while another said the same. Then some others laughed but Fuad was shoved and one man who was holding a shotgun commanded "gimme your shit Osama."
The other who didn't seem to be armed added "poor habibi, looks like no virgins for you."
He reached for his back, debating grabbing his sword when the argument downstairs intensified and gunshots were fired. Both of the men looked out the door, towards the stairs and Fuad wasted didn't hesitate. He picked up the sword and slammed it up with all of his force into the man with the shotgun. The sword went in through the man's stomach, just below the belly button and came up through the back of the man's shoulder blade area. There was no hollywood scream or spray of blood.
But Fuad would never forget how disgustingly hot and wrong the blood felt as it immediately spilled out onto his hand. It took a moment for the other to realize what happened, but Fuad was quicker. He grabbed the shotgun from the man's weak grip, aimed it in the general direction of the other man and pulled the trigger, just as more gunshots were fired below.
By sheer luck, the buckshot round took the unarmed man clean in the neck and lower face, and at less than three feet, the damage was devastating. "Holy fuck," he said.
Sometimes Fuad still saw that in his nightmares.
Thinking quick, he grabbed all of his gear, the shotgun and looted the bodies, then closed the door. He took a moment to listen and no one seemed to be worried about upstairs, since there was chaos below. He opened a window, climbed out and dropped down into the grass, sneaking away.
His hands didn't stop shaking for several hours that night...
Fuad.
The first nights were all a blur due to shock and sleep deprivation. Most of the days were spent running at a jog pace, putting distance between him and everything. On the fourth day, he stopped in a small clearing in between sprawling, new subdivisions and sat.
He looked around him, making sure he wasn't near anyone or anything, and he found himself panicking slightly when suddenly it hit him. He needed a plan. Running just to run and stay alive wasn't a solid plan, he needed something more, at least something to run towards.
He heard two gunshots fired far off in the distance and was roused from his thoughts. Death was everywhere and it was worse than he could have ever imagined. One would imagine that in a time of crisis like this, people would come together, nations would find a common cause, and trivial conflicts would be over looked. At first it seemed that way. People helping, offering shelter, donating things and giving excess things to those in need.
Then, bad things happened. Yes, amidst something like in infection that reanimated bodies, OTHER bad things. Nuclear weapons were fired. Countries were at war. Minor looting broke out. Then, not even an hour after he'd left Phoenix and made it out to the suburbs, 2 fighter jets ripped by over head, followed by a larger bomber of some sort (or at least that was his guess). Both dropped payloads over the city.
The. Whole. Fucking. City.
It was shocking, awe inspiring and terrifying, and that was only added to when the force of the explosions pushed everything outward, and eventually, he was forced to hide inside an abandoned car as dust and debris moved past him. He laid there, moving in and out of half-sleep, until things outside calmed down and he felt it was safe to exit. He looked around and didn't know what to think, what to make of the situation. He jogged off east, never looking back at until the city was out of his sight completely.
That was about, what, 9 or 10 days ago now, and he sat in the field, alone and with nothing but a bat, a sword and a backpack with some clothes and food. The only thing he could think of was "head east," but that was too vague. Then he thought of something. Find a small town, or maybe an isolated house somewhere and either see if they'd let him in, or if it was abandoned, stay there and find a secure and safe place to sleep.
It wasn't long before he chanced upon a new home off of a two lane highway, a two story yellow house with no vehicles parked anywhere. He made his way to the door and on it was spray painted was "Empty. Enjoy. Pray hard." After a quick walk through the house, he made his way upstairs, closed a door behind him and laid in a bed. He was about 3 thoughts into figuring out a plan when sleep over took him.
It was the best sleep Fuad could remember in a long time.
And that sleep was ruined when he was roused by a violent shake. He suddenly became aware of the words around him, people yelling. "Get the fuck up, slow."
"Now!"
At first he thought they were police, but even in his sleepy state of confusion and shock, it immediately became apparent that they were not. They were guys in clothes, armed randomly and there was shouting and arguing below, on the first floor.
There arguing below intensified as Fuad heard men arguing about something "being mine" while another said the same. Then some others laughed but Fuad was shoved and one man who was holding a shotgun commanded "gimme your shit Osama."
The other who didn't seem to be armed added "poor habibi, looks like no virgins for you."
He reached for his back, debating grabbing his sword when the argument downstairs intensified and gunshots were fired. Both of the men looked out the door, towards the stairs and Fuad wasted didn't hesitate. He picked up the sword and slammed it up with all of his force into the man with the shotgun. The sword went in through the man's stomach, just below the belly button and came up through the back of the man's shoulder blade area. There was no hollywood scream or spray of blood.
But Fuad would never forget how disgustingly hot and wrong the blood felt as it immediately spilled out onto his hand. It took a moment for the other to realize what happened, but Fuad was quicker. He grabbed the shotgun from the man's weak grip, aimed it in the general direction of the other man and pulled the trigger, just as more gunshots were fired below.
By sheer luck, the buckshot round took the unarmed man clean in the neck and lower face, and at less than three feet, the damage was devastating. "Holy fuck," he said.
Sometimes Fuad still saw that in his nightmares.
Thinking quick, he grabbed all of his gear, the shotgun and looted the bodies, then closed the door. He took a moment to listen and no one seemed to be worried about upstairs, since there was chaos below. He opened a window, climbed out and dropped down into the grass, sneaking away.
His hands didn't stop shaking for several hours that night...
You guys talk too much.
Az
Az
You're in the jungle baby, you're gunna die!
Thomas didn't know exactly how it happened, but suddenly, he opened his eyes and there he was on a small open clearing, in a jungle. It was green all around them, and the air was thick with moisture and heat, and there was that low, steady sound that a jungle makes. Well, at least Thomas assumed that the sounds the jungle around them was making was indeed the sound a jungle makes, never having been to an actual jungle.
He looked down and jumped as he realized he was, well, his suit was different. The first thing he noticed was that there were a handful of large pronounced circles or disks on his suit, and they were white and had a slight glow to them. Then, the more obvious difference from between before and now came to his attention. There was a large, dull metallic shield in his left hand and a sword in his right.
He stared in confusion and disbelief when suddenly, lights drew his attention to his side. He looked and noticed the rest of the group. Some looked at themselves or one another with the same look Thomas wore, while the others, the veterans simply looked at the others casually. It quickly hit Thomas that they were assessing the team, talking quietly to one another.
The last group was the unsuited. There was Amir, Bill, and Brianna, and while they looked around, there was a bit more panic in their eyes as they realized that something was wrong, that the words spoken in the room were right, at least to some degree.
Sarah was standing in the middle of the veteran group, looking over what they had to work with... Melissa was wearing a comm suit... and had two pistols. Useful enough... and maybe a good decision seeing as how it would allow her to hang back and be somewhat protected. Then one of the newbie guys had chosen a shield. It brought a smirk to Sarah's face... not that she wasn't grateful for a big brute leading the way... just that he'd have been more useful powered up, and ultimately he has no clue what he's gotten in to.
Sarah herself was wearing a fighter's suit and carrying an ax in one hand and a pistol in the other. Strange combination perhaps, but she preferred to be able to shoot things from far away and yet still have the option of fighting up close and dirty. She slid her gun into it's holster and grabbed Melissa up under her arm to help her up. "C'mon... we're not going to have a lot of time. You guys need to get up... familiarize yourself with what weapons you have now... and get ready to go."
She didn't even bother to address the people not in suits. As far as she was concerned they were as good as dead anyways. Perhaps they could be used as bait to draw whatever it was they were fighting this time in closer before the attack.
Melissa let Sarah help her up, but was visibly shaken by everything going on. She was somewhat keeping herself together, but her eyes gave away the panic inside.
"You!" Sarah headed towards Thomas, pointing at him with her axe. "You picked it man... You get to be front of the line!"
Derrick looked at the group cooly as he adjusted his gear and slung the sniper rifle over his back. Thomas noticed that his facial features were different now. Yes, he was still observing people, but now it was more serious and this was obviously a different world. Thomas looked over at Sarah who called him out, and he smirked at her slightly. For a second, he debated giving some cocky response or something of the sort, but instead he simply brought the shield up, parallel to the ground and touched his brow in a modified salute. "Yes ma'am."
Derrick also ignored the unsuited group for the time being and he looked back to Melissa. "Hey, here's the deal. You're comm, so you need to hang back, stay alive. If they need support, we can send you in, but for the most part, stay back here with me, and don't fucking die. Stay quiet. Got it?"
Pete didn't look around at the party, trusting in Sarah and Derrick to set the tone for the most part. He looked around, curious and excited to see what they were up against. He learned early not to look around and let the world dictate your expectations. The enemy didn't always fit the surroundings, but it also happened on occasion. He himself had went with the trapper suit, spending some points on additional health and weapon damage increase. The group make up wasn't optimal, with 3 people not even suited, but it was far from horrible.
It was then that Alexa spoke up. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing?" Both Pete and Derrick turned to her quickly and made various shushing sounds. They noticed she was carrying a machine gun that was larger than most of the weapons anyone else had. Pete immediately saw it and recognized it was indeed that light machine gun. It would slow her, and it was unwieldy and bulky, but it was capable of sending a shit ton of firepower on target when required.
Despite Melissa's somewhat terrified look she acknowledged Derrick and nodded, moving slightly closer to him. It felt better to know that she was going to be paired with someone who apparently didn't intend to go running face first into a blood bath. Alternatively, she kept staring at Sarah's axe in her hand. The more times she saw this woman the more she thought that she must be insane.
Sarah stopped next to Thomas and reached down, caressing his shield in a much too sensual way. "I'll be up with you... and it looks like we get jiggle tits over there." She gestured towards the woman with the machine gun... not being on the up and up on names at this point.
"Pete... you better get moving first. Derrick... you can get you and that girl a good spot. I'll walk you around and make sure you're clear." She turned and headed back over to them, stopping so close to Pete that they were almost touching as she whispered. "Just set your traps around the rest... it's more protection than they deserve and if it makes them useful to us then they served some sort of purpose." She was dead serious... whether the traps got them on their attempt to flee, or their enemy on their way to try and attack those who were undefended and unarmed, she didn't care.
She stepped passed Pete then and headed out of the group some, pulling her gun back out and adjusting the axe in her hand as she marched towards the thicket to help Derrick and Melissa find a hiding place.
Pete put both his machine pistol and sword into their holsters and walked off ahead of the group, but not actually into the forest yet as he waited to make sure everyone was ready to move out. Normally, this suit allowed one weapon, but the fact that the group wasn't at least half vet, he planned to compensate for it.
As he suspected, Sarah and Derrick both kept things organized and that was good. Sarah was around a bit longer than Derrick, but not by much, but something about her loved the game and made her take it a lot more to head than others, maybe even Pete included.
It was then that the first of the unsuited group spoke up as Bill threw his arms up and said "uh, hello, what about us?"
Derrick snorted and snarled angrily? "What about you? Fuck, you had a chance. You cried, screamed, laid in corners. You all are going to stay the fuck back here, shut up, and hope you don't die."
"Stay here," it was then that he started to raise his voice. "I'm not staying here, that's fuck--" he was cut off by Thomas of all people, who sheathed the sword, reached forward and snatched the long haired man up by the neck of his shirt. "If you raise your fucking voice, I'll knock your damn teeth out. If you follow us, I'll do worse. I don't want you to die, but I'm getting out of here."
Bill opened his mouth immediately, "you think I'm gunna li--" he didn't have a chance to react before Thomas' shield slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind from him and sending him to his knees.
"Last. Fucking. Warning." He looked over at Amir and Brianna after, to see if anyone else had a complaint to voice. As this went on, Pete looked over at Derrick, who looked back at him as both raised eyebrows and smiled before looking to Sarah.
Sarah had stopped abruptly when the fat man started to complain. She half turned, monitoring the situation between Thomas and the man with a half scowl. Her eyes ran along Thomas as he handled it and the corner of her lips turned up slightly as the thought crossed her mind that if he lived in particular... she might need to fuck that just to get a taste.
Brianna and Amir simply shook their heads and drew back from Thomas. The situation had gone from a bad joke to a horrible mistake. Brianna's eyes were already welled up with tears again. She didn't want to die. Perhaps the "stay here" thing was the right thing to do... maybe everyone else was running towards danger and would keep it busy and away from them.
Sarah ran her eyes over the rest of them before turning back to her walk to the forest. "You might get stuck in a tree Derrick... I guess we can pick a tree for your lackey that's within sight so you can watch her... at least a bit. I mean... she's gotta learn too, but you don't want her pissing her pants at the bottom of your tree." Sarah started to laugh at her own joke, and Melissa frowned expressly at the crazy woman. At least she was in a suit right? She should get some sort of points for that.
Sarah tapped the hilt of her axe against the side of her leg as she caressed the first tree, looking up into it to determine if there was a reasonable perch. Amir took the moment of distraction and scrambled to his feet, backing away from Thomas quickly... "I'm out of here... this is fucking crazy!" He didn't even get the words half way out of his mouth before he turned and began to sprint away from the group towards the jungle.
Pete shook his head as Amir took off and he made his way back to the group. He opened his mouth, about to yell at the man as he fled but Thomas interrupted him, seeing the veteran's intent. "Pete, right? Pete, let him go."
Alexa spoke up quickly and said, "if he goes without us, he's gunna fucking die."
Pete nodded slightly and said "and he could lead the enemies to us."
Thomas shook his head and held his shield up in the direction Amir ran, but up into the sky. "We need to go that way. Look up, just above the trees. See that?"
When Pete and the others looked it took a moment, but as the wind slowed for a moment, a bit of smoke became visible in the air, dissapating into the air as the wind blew again. "Something is there, and if it's an enemy, he'll draw them out."
Derrick and Pete made a face indicating that the plan had some merit while Bill spoke up again, this time many, many octaves lower. "So you're just going to use him as fucking bait?"
Amir was gone in the direction of the smoke as luck had it, and Pete waited a few more moments before walking off in that direction, indicating that the plan given by Thomas was the one they'd use for now.
Sarah stopped and leaned against the tree, watching the arab man run and everyone else talk about his fate for a moment... It didn't bother her any. "So Derrick... you wanna set up you and lackey there just a little ways into the foliage here for cover? Whatever is out there... that guy's gonna get it's attention... The rest of us can go draw it this way and make our stand right here in the clearing where people have an actual shot... Otherwise in the thick of this shit Derrick might as well be pissing on them."
The frown on her face and slight growl in her voice suggested perhaps she wasn't too thrilled with their incidental surroundings. But she pushed off the tree and headed back towards the group anyways. Melissa stepped closer to Derrick, weary of Sarah and not willing to be left behind or sent ahead.
Brianna found herself hovering closer to the fat boy, though he obviously wasn't ging to be much help. Still, she certainly didn't want to cuddle up to one of the men in full armor just waiting to get in to a fight.
Once passed the tree line Amir found himself emersed in a thick jungle. There was so much foliage and underbrush, and the air was thick and humid. He wasn't a quiet runner either. The brush kept slapping him from one angle or another, causing him to jerk and gasp and flail some as he panted, each step another loud crash into the low drone of the jungle sounds.
FIIIIIIINE....
Az
Az
December 18th 2015.
The man sat at his desk inside the CIA South Regional Office in Oklahoma City, going over the diagnostics of a test server that they'd be shipping off to Europe. It was a typical boring day, starting with going through emails, prioritizing them and then scheduling the day and rest of the week, knowing the emails tomorrow would change the majority of the schedule anyway. Thus was the life of Jon Erikson, a Computer Maintenance Tech for the CIA. Although the title sounded mundane, there was a lot to what Jon did and on top of that, he was amazing at his job. He would build, install, set up, and then integrate servers all over the world, servers that needed to be isolated from the public, safe from the highest levels of intrusion and be networked to the upper levels of the US governments, along with that of other nations on occasion.
A lot of money was spent on Jon because he was aggressive with his job, opting to go well beyond the normal CIA book of "how to train a tech" and get involved in things like cyber security, hacking and staying up to date on what was going on in the cyber world at all times. Initially, the higher ups didn't want take the time, or spend the money, training him. That was until Jon went home and in 8 hours, hacked into a CIA database and collected all of the personal data on the director of operations himself. He sent his boss an email asking, "how much would terrorists be willing to pay for this on e-bay?"
As soon as the investigation was over and Jon was released from a maximum security facility, and his house was tore apart and searched...and his entire life combed through by agents... he was given a lot more flexibility in his schedule.
Some days were simply answering emails and trouble shooting remotely, and on those days he DID feel like a glorified comp tech, but they were also a bit of a relief from the every day stresses. And to be honest, Jon didn't like dealing with people. He preferred to do things along and would rather work remotely so he just didn't have to deal with people and their daily crap.
He looked outside and threw on a spring jacket, getting ready to head to lunch when the PING sound of an incoming email could be heard. The title was "SERVER - OCONUS" and Jon immediately groaned. He opened and read the email and his response was a somewhat loud, and annoyed "mother fucker." A few other people in the office looked at him for a moment, but one of the guys in the office who Jon actually talked to, Austin Boggs, came up over to him and clapped him on the back, asking "what's the good news?"
Jon threw his hand towards the screen, indicating to the email. "They're sending me to Turkey. Tomorrow. Un-fucking-believable."
Austin simply laughed at that and again gave him another clap on the back. "Oh man. Happy Christmas man. I guess that's why you get paid the big bucks, huh Mr I-Build-All-The-Top-Secret-Computer?"
He stared at the screen, shaking his head for a moment longer then sighed before turning to look at Austin. "Well. Looks like you're going to take me out and buy me lunch, since I'm going to be leaving early to pack my shit."
"Man we're CIA, didn't they teach you to keep your go back packed at all times?"
"Yeah, remember I had to go to Mexico a last week? My shit isn't even clean yet. And you're such a tool, those go bags are for when shit hits the fan. That's my stealth, ninja shit. Not my Fixing-Server attire."
"Yeah, because when shit hits the fan, they're going to call the CIA South and say 'quick, we need some of your deadliest techs to come and save the day!' Happens all the time Jon. We're all actually a bunch of super spies, ready to go take down super villains at a moment's notice."
Jon shoved Austin, timing it perfectly so that Boggs was pushed into and almost knocked over the big water jug on its dispenser. "Don't kill my dreams, asshole. I'm going to be the first person in this office with a confirmed kill."
"Yeah, confirmed to kill a bunch of time," Austin shot back as the two entered the elevator, heading towards lunch.
The man sat at his desk inside the CIA South Regional Office in Oklahoma City, going over the diagnostics of a test server that they'd be shipping off to Europe. It was a typical boring day, starting with going through emails, prioritizing them and then scheduling the day and rest of the week, knowing the emails tomorrow would change the majority of the schedule anyway. Thus was the life of Jon Erikson, a Computer Maintenance Tech for the CIA. Although the title sounded mundane, there was a lot to what Jon did and on top of that, he was amazing at his job. He would build, install, set up, and then integrate servers all over the world, servers that needed to be isolated from the public, safe from the highest levels of intrusion and be networked to the upper levels of the US governments, along with that of other nations on occasion.
A lot of money was spent on Jon because he was aggressive with his job, opting to go well beyond the normal CIA book of "how to train a tech" and get involved in things like cyber security, hacking and staying up to date on what was going on in the cyber world at all times. Initially, the higher ups didn't want take the time, or spend the money, training him. That was until Jon went home and in 8 hours, hacked into a CIA database and collected all of the personal data on the director of operations himself. He sent his boss an email asking, "how much would terrorists be willing to pay for this on e-bay?"
As soon as the investigation was over and Jon was released from a maximum security facility, and his house was tore apart and searched...and his entire life combed through by agents... he was given a lot more flexibility in his schedule.
Some days were simply answering emails and trouble shooting remotely, and on those days he DID feel like a glorified comp tech, but they were also a bit of a relief from the every day stresses. And to be honest, Jon didn't like dealing with people. He preferred to do things along and would rather work remotely so he just didn't have to deal with people and their daily crap.
He looked outside and threw on a spring jacket, getting ready to head to lunch when the PING sound of an incoming email could be heard. The title was "SERVER - OCONUS" and Jon immediately groaned. He opened and read the email and his response was a somewhat loud, and annoyed "mother fucker." A few other people in the office looked at him for a moment, but one of the guys in the office who Jon actually talked to, Austin Boggs, came up over to him and clapped him on the back, asking "what's the good news?"
Jon threw his hand towards the screen, indicating to the email. "They're sending me to Turkey. Tomorrow. Un-fucking-believable."
Austin simply laughed at that and again gave him another clap on the back. "Oh man. Happy Christmas man. I guess that's why you get paid the big bucks, huh Mr I-Build-All-The-Top-Secret-Computer?"
He stared at the screen, shaking his head for a moment longer then sighed before turning to look at Austin. "Well. Looks like you're going to take me out and buy me lunch, since I'm going to be leaving early to pack my shit."
"Man we're CIA, didn't they teach you to keep your go back packed at all times?"
"Yeah, remember I had to go to Mexico a last week? My shit isn't even clean yet. And you're such a tool, those go bags are for when shit hits the fan. That's my stealth, ninja shit. Not my Fixing-Server attire."
"Yeah, because when shit hits the fan, they're going to call the CIA South and say 'quick, we need some of your deadliest techs to come and save the day!' Happens all the time Jon. We're all actually a bunch of super spies, ready to go take down super villains at a moment's notice."
Jon shoved Austin, timing it perfectly so that Boggs was pushed into and almost knocked over the big water jug on its dispenser. "Don't kill my dreams, asshole. I'm going to be the first person in this office with a confirmed kill."
"Yeah, confirmed to kill a bunch of time," Austin shot back as the two entered the elevator, heading towards lunch.
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