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Just one more day again...one more...I hate long shifts...
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One more day on shift...then a half day to feel human again...adulting sucks.
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Starfield may have been the sci fi game I needed to replace Elite Dangerous
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My community needs an enema -.-
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Okie dokie, let me know what you think. And if I need to edit anything.
@Kelewen

Yes i wanted to get in, but if you guys want to go, feel free. I can step back and away so you can all get moving.
Lex had parked the car, much to Wasteland's annoyance, between two warehouses along the port front. It was from there that the pair headed out and did the ranger thing, mingling with the people on the docks waiting for ships to come in or go out. They'd checked the Port Authority and seen several ships coming in, but many of them were cargo haulers or bulk cruisers. Only two were carrying passengers and one wasn't coming in until much much later, that left the one just offloading now to be their target. Or so Lex hoped.

The pair had gotten close to where the offloading ramp had come down. Close enough that Wasteland's lovely doggy senses can be put to use. Passengers began to file off one by one. Every one Lex would give the quiet direction to scent. And Wasteland with give a few huffs and snuffs, but made no motion to having matched the scent from earlier. In fact as more and more people filed off the boat Lex is getting worried. Was the intel wrong? No, there's no way in hell. Tseng worked with the Turks, the Turks worked for Rufus Shinra, no one who was in that line could be wrong right? Shinra isn't wrong. No way in hell. He's reaching for the walkie talkie on his belt that will get him in touch with the Ranger division handlers, and through them to Mr. Tseng.

As he's about to close his hand on the walkie, Wasteland lets out a low growl, and gets to her feet. Lex lowers his hand and kneels beside his partner looking along her field of vision. He saw it just as clearly as Wasteland did. Wutain, female, but doesn't have any resemblence to the source picture. He hums, then whispers, "Eyes on..." Wasteland giving a soft rup and begins to carefully trail the girl, staying in cover as the large bulked up canine watches the girl. Lex in the meantime reaches for the walkie talkie clicking the send button and says into it, "Ranger Krait for Mr. Tseng, relay now..." The handler on the other side soon responds, "Patched through. Send." Alexander speaks quick and clear, "Mr. Tseng, Ranger Krait, no joy on the primary target no scent and no show, but have eyes on another Wutian person, doesn't match the profile, Partner is watching her. I'm notifying intent to follow and observe. Request Quick Reaction Force made ready just in case I need to extract her." He waited to see if he'd get a response while watching Wasteland pace along just out of the girls line of sight.
Hmmm I'd be willing to give this a go.

Are you okay with maybe a scalp hunting Native warrior?
@Letter Bee@FalloutJack

Thank you. And sorry about that.
So logged back into Discord to check the well Discord and realized I must have left the room when I was deleting a bunch of abandoned rooms earlier. Can we get a refresh of the invite? Please?@FalloutJack
It's an interesting thing being a Ranger. You could be trailing a suspected Shinra detractor one moment, and the next running down an Avalanche terrorist in the underplate workings. Other times it's alot of waiting and watching and cold stale coffee while on a stake out or boring intel. gathering. Or there are times like this, when you're pulled off a solo patrol of the more rugged slums of Midgar, trudging through some of the more seedier parts of the city, making sure none of the gangs or people down there are trying to create trouble for Shinra assets down in the Slums. As he'd been following Wasteland into a supposedly gang claimed area, his phone had rung. A Shinra Handler telling him to expect a helicopter extraction within moments. The big Shinra heli had landed in a clearing among the slum tenaments he was in. Soon he'd boarded up and off to Junon he had been taken.

Wasteland had been the first of the pair to hope down out of the helicopter. And promptly mark one of the rear wheels of the chopper before it lifted off after Alexander Krait, Shinra Ranger had stepped off as well. He chuckles, "Come on girl." He says but he doesn't get far as he sees the right hand of his immediate boss. Tseng, leader of the Turks. Lex takes a moment to look around to see if Rude or Reno are about, he's always liked the pair, they're great guys.

Soon though they are striding down the halls of Junon, Wasteland pacing at Lex's feet, sniffing as they go but staying close. And soon the room. As Tseng began to detail the situation, Wasteland made a lap around the room. Until a grunt and a motion brought her back to Lex's side. As the shoe is produced then the blodo pack. Lex knows it's not just his skills in tracking and intell gathering that are needed but his canine partners natural senses. This is a tracking mission that they both are needed for. He looks at the pair of items then back and looks at the picture. He brings out out own PDA, quickly tapping it to Tseng's, copying the image to his own. He looks at it on his own PDA briefly then blinks, "Wait...this man is a Cetra? An Ancient? What's an Ancient doing working for those Terrorists, Avanlance?" He narrows his eyes, "Never mind, that's not a problem for this mission." He nods and picks up the items, "We'll find him sir. Find, Track, Observe and Capture. Should be simple enough." He nods then turns away, "With your leave sir. We'll get started. Head on out, and get Wasteland a scent."

The pair walked back down the hall ways, picking their way past guardsmen, and skirting around a trio of SOLDIER Threes who were jabbering about something. Finally they are out, into the open, the front muster yard of the Junon base. Lex looks at the picture he copied from Tseng's cellphone, then pulls out the shoe first, taking it out of the bag. He looks to Wasteland, "Hup..." He calls, their command for attention. Wasteland gives him her immediate and full attention. Lex nods giving her a pat, "Alright? Scent..." Another command. Simple and to the point. Wasteland leaning forward to take in the scent, and also licks at the bloody shoe, getting a taste for it too. For a moment she huffs at the shoe, gaining as much as she can. Lex stands there waiting. Then with a ruff Wasteland lets him know she has the scent. He places the shoe away, "Alright." He looks around, and spots a Shinra long range recon jeep. He walks over and calls to one of the guards, "Keys for this? It's being requisitioned by the Ranger/Canine Division." One of the guards almost falls all over himself to cough up the keys, and soon with a huff from Wasteland and a roar of an engine they are off, this is how his mission begins. Driving down to the port, Mr. Tseng had said this target is arriving by boat, best place to start? Junon Port of course. Watch, Track and Capture. They can do that.
Thank you kindly. And I'm sorry for adding extra work for you. Am I safe to add it to the Characters tab then?@FalloutJack


So I don't know if I'm too late or not. I'll leave that up to you guys. I got really caught up on the history. And may have just vomited into it in the hopes of finishing it. Let me know.
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