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Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Collab between Samantha and Freya: A few days after the Singapore Op

Chaos and Freya out on the town in Wellington

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Samantha grinned as she dug through her closet for something appropriate to wear. Freya had invited her to go out with her. Memories of the last time Skye and Freya had plied her with alcohol had her firming her resolve not to come home sloppy drunk. She didn’t want to feel like a bus had run over her the next day. She worked on drinking some water while she got ready. She knew keeping hydrated would help stave off some of the hangover aspects from a night of drinking. She was looking forward to a night of dancing and hanging out with a woman she respected. Freya was one of the few people who would understand her when she started spouting scientific and mechanical engineering theories and concepts out. It was a refreshing change of pace to not have to stop and explain what she was talking about.

Sam was prepared for dancing. She was not one of those women who adored high heeled shoes. She could wear them but found them incredibly uncomfortable. It was part of why she chose to dress in a punk or goth motif most of the time. That allowed her to get away with combat boots. She had chosen to pair her black combat boots with black skinny jeans and a hot pink blouse that wrapped across her torso and tied in the back. It had a ruffle on the top that was pulled down off her shoulders. She grabbed a small black leather purse with a long strap meant for cross body wear. The purse had a large bright chrome zipper on top and a decorative metal skull and crossbones on the side. The purse carried her wallet, keys, and lipstick in it. She grinned as she dropped the taser she had made for the Singapore op inside the small zip up purse.

Samantha did one last check in the mirror. She had a goth kind of thing going on with a Latina vibe. She then went in search of Freya. She thought Freya had told her to meet her in the garage. She wondered how they were getting there or if she would need to borrow a helicopter or something. She paused for a moment. Would Skye yell at them for that? Hmmm… first find Freya.

Who knew?

Like really? Who would have known that Freya Kanatariio of all people listens to Ru Paul and Todrick Hall?

It’s something as the tones of Ru Paul blooms from her room as she flings clothing out of her packs and closet. A frilly piece of something flying, was that supposed to fit her chest or her hips? It’d be floss either way! She dug and dug. And grinned, “Oh we’re gonna have a good time.” The big woman cackles, finding something, striding over, half naked, and looked the piece of clothing on in front of the full body mirror. For the uninitiated we’re just going to put a checker censor over certain things that aren’t covered. With a puff it’s back to the packs. While almost a casual look from between her legs she checks the time, “Damn Sam’s probably almost ready And I can’t even find some underwear!”

She puts some speed in on it.

Soon there’s a bra, something hidden, no straps, and a top, diaphanous maybe but it’s enough there to hide things. Black, with silver thread woven in, highlight yet not scream “ho”. And a bottom, a side cut long skirt, black and silver, dear god she’s gonna kill someone with this outfit. A belly button bit of bling, and some other little bits of glitz and glamour. Oh gods there’s gonna be a pair of bombshells out there. She’s still trying to get her hair and make up on as the time for the meet up arrives.

And is completely not expecting someone to knock on her door.

Sam strode into the garage. She checked her makeup on the mirror just inside the door. It was there so mechanics could check for grease and dirt before leaving the garage. Tahlia didn’t like cleaning up greasy fingerprints and the like. She was hoping the mirror would remind them to clean up before spreading their filth around the base. She nodded happily with her subtle makeup and dramatic eyes. She looked sexy with a hint of fun. She didn’t honestly care much what others thought. She wore what appealed to her. She turned and began to look around the cavernous garage for Freya. Hmmm maybe she had gotten their meeting place wrong. She tilted her head to the side and thought about where Freya’s room was. She nodded and took off in search of the battle goddess. Before long she was standing outside Freya’s room and knocking politely on the door. “Hey Freya! Are you in there?”

Freya mmfs that knock and she’s on her feet, “What?” She spins looking at the clock, oh crap she’s late! She crosses her room in about 1 and a half strides, (the joys of being huge!) And almost rips the door off it’s hinges, “Sam! Sorry! Clothes…make up…hair…” Giantess in the doorway, half done up, but still on the way to be drop dead gorgeous, “Come on in babe. I’m almost done. Was Teddy at the heli-pad? I talked my private helicopter pilot to come pick us up on my private chopper. Luxury is the name of the game. And it’s on me missy.” She grins brightly. Then back into the room, trying to finish getting herself set up. Good work and all being put into it. Her hands flying in her hair, putting it up in this wonderful flowing do, that people would pay to run their fingers through. Biting her lower lip in a form of concentration. Getting her hair just right then moving to finish the make up, giving herself a smoky almost gothy look. The beats of Todrick Hall continue to play as she works.

Samantha waited for the door to open. She blinked seeing the giantess almost ready. She strode into her room at her invitation. She blinked in confusion. “Teddy? Heli-pad? I thought we were meeting in the garage?” She looked closely at Freya. “Luxury and your own helicopter?! Am I dressed well enough for where you are taking me?” Samantha looks down at her deceptively casual yet sexy look. She looks back over at the giantess with a questioning look? “What do you think?” She turns to show off her curves that were accentuated by her clothing. The bright colored top made her skin look rosy and dusky colored. She had added just a touch of temporary pink highlights to her short pixie cut hair.

Freya hums smiling looking over at Sam, “Girl, you’re more then done up. Don’t worry the restaurant is tasteful, nothing to heavy. Then there’s a club I’m sure you’re gonna love. See if you can’t bring some handsome fella back with us for you.” She grinned at Samantha brightly, “Who knows maybe we can find some tall dark someone to bring home for Skye too.” She huffs, “And maybe some hefty fella for me…” She kinda whispers at the end, “In my dreams.” And with a fancy little flick she puts the finishing touch on her makeup. Clearly when she goes out she wants to make a statement. She turns in her seat, “So we go down to the garage, then from there a short walk to the heli-pad, Teddy should be here soon. And we’re gonna party hun!” She walks over to slip on a pair of knee high flat leather boots, fitting them on, and grabbing her purse. Playfully striking a pose, “Come on Sam, let’s go party.”

Samantha had turned to show off for Freya. After getting the giantess’ approval she laughed. “I don’t know if I want to bring some random guy home. I am more than willing to dance with one though! I am all for a good time and to get my groove on.” She shook her hips like the racy Latina she was. “I am ready, Chica! Let’s go!” Samantha tucked her arm into Freya’s it would look like a child holding onto their parents hand. She laughed as they left to go find their pilot. “You know I can fly the helicopter but since you want me to drink you, good call on Teddy.” She let the giantess lead the way as she did her best to keep pace as they made their way towards their transport and nice evening away from the base. She could hardly wait. She was so excited. It had been eons since she had been out with a female friend.

And away they go. Walking down the hall, arm in arm, the sound of Freya’s music fading off behind them. She smiled down at her friend and coworker, “Gotta be honest here hun, was kinda thinking I’d end up bringing you to the lab first. Didn’t think we’d get to a girls night so quick.” She chuckled. Sure strides and good feelings get them through the garage quick, and out into the late afternoon light of the day, there waiting a short distance away a posh sleek charcoal grey executive style helicopter waiting, rotor spinning, and a pilot in a suit waving, coming forward to shake Freya’s hand then do the same to Sam, calling over the roar of the rotor, “Teddy Jalfe, Jotunnheim Defence transportation, nice to see you boss! And this is that Samantha Simons is it you were talking about right? I got that right I hope madam? Any friend of my boss is a friend of mine.” He runs ahead to the door and pulls it open, Freya helping Sam up into the luxury chopper, then hopping in herself. Teddy closing the door and hopping into the front, Freya putting a headset on just as Teddy does too. Freya giving Sam a wink, waiting until she’s got her headset on too before saying, “Sorry I tell my people about my co-workers regularly. Let’s rock and roll Teddy! Wellington bound! Don’t make us late!” Teddy cackling, “You got it boss lady!” And with a rock the chopper lifts off.

Samantha laughed at the sight the two of them walking together must be. Samantha was very petite and short and Freya was tall and curvy. They seemed to be mirror images or fun house mirror images of one another. Sam was darker skinned and Freya was pale. Freya was tall and Sam was short. Samantha walked out of the garage with Freya and towards the heli-pad where a beautiful luxury executive class helicopter sat. Teddy came forward to greet her. She raised an eyebrow at being introduced as Simons. She smiled and shook Teddy’s hand. “That is a nice helicopter Teddy. I would be happy to co-pilot anytime.” She winked at him. “I am Samantha Dalton but you can just call me Sam.” She then climbed up into the helicopter’s rear luxury leather seats. She fastened her seatbelt harness before pulling the headphones down over her ears to protect them from the loud noise of the engine as the rotors began to spin up. She smiled at Freya as she joined her in the rear. Freya’s enthusiasm was contagious and light hearted. “I would love a tour of your lab. I appreciate that you can keep up with me when I start talking about engineering and science.” It made Sam excited to see where this evening led. She chuckled and looked out the window as Teddy lifted the helicopter into the air. She watched as the ground flew past under the helicopter. Before long they were over the open ocean and the scene was peaceful and beautiful. She often didn’t get time to admire where the base was from the air. It was a nice change of view.

Teddy makes a show of smacking his forehead, “Ahhh I’m sorry Madam Dalton! Tell you what, next time I’m by you get the co-seat, this thing flies like a dream, you haven’t piloted until you get your hands on the cyclic of this thing. It’s like flying something with the size of a Comanche, but with the handling of a Bugatti. Weird I know but it’s the only way I can put it. Hey check it out, 1000, there’s Wellington! I’ll bring us to the restaurant. And once I drop you off at the penthouse pad, I’ll radio the limo company so they can bring you to the club afterward. Thank you for flying Jalfe Airlines, remember this is an Airmiles sponsored flight, so remember to swipe your Freya card on the way out.” Freya reaching over and past Sam to smack Teddy on the top of the head as the pilot brings them in over the building with the restaurant in it. Freya growling over the headset, “That joke got old after the second time you dunce!” Teddy only laughing.

Samantha was amused by Teddy and the fact he seemed to know how to needle his boss. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she had already flown similar helicopters and some experimental ones that would put this one to shame.

And it wasn’t long until they were down, Freya pulling the door open, and helping Sam out before jumping out, flipping Teddy off. The last thing either Sam or Freya see is Teddy laughing like a loon when the door closes. Then it’s off to dinner.

And after that, a bit of time later, and a truly wonderful thing it was, it’s into a long sleek hummer style limo to head to a club in the entertainment district of the city. As the vehicle rolls up they can already feel the beat and roll of the music from within. Bass and tempo smooth then hard then wild. The bouncer in the front just taking one look at Freya and Sam and just waving them through into the interior, bypassing the line completely!

Samantha rolled her eyes at Teddy’s and Freya’s antics on the flight over in the helicopter. She found herself relaxing and having a great time with the battle goddess. She was a great conversation partner and just as much fun. Dinner had been excellent and before she knew it they had been hustled into a hummer style limo and driven to the club that Freya had wanted to go to. She could feel the pulsing beat and rhythm of the music as they climbed out of the limo. She raised an eyebrow as the bouncer at the door just waved them through the line. She just shook her head and chalked it up to being escorted by Freya. The giantess seemed to have life bowing at her feet. Which she supposed it should be for a goddess. She smiled at that thought and how appropriate it was. Sam had seen what Freya could do with that battle hammer of hers. It was not long before Samantha had found herself with a strawberry margarita in one hand while she danced with Freya at the bar. The beat making her want to move her body. “Thank you for not making me swallow down brandy or whiskey. I am not much of a drinker. I think Skye is trying to turn me into her. Everytime I enter the lounge area she is pouring me some kind of alcoholic drink.” She smirked at Freya as she ignored the greedy and welcoming eyes of the male fans watching her.

Freya had smiled the whole way, sometimes calling ahead is just the way things go, let’s face it in this world not everyone is equ-wait that’s a difference script. The almighty dollar can move walls sometimes, and Freya has that in spades, even if she doesn’t seem to flaunt it all that often. But sometimes she just can’t help herself. As they enter the club she lifts her arms above her head, and almost like it was timed the beat of the tune the DJ is spinning reaches a drop, as if welcoming Freya and Sam, two new apex predators to the club. Eyes male and female alight upon the pair as if weighing the new comers. Many finding them far beyond their poor means as it were. Others seeing challengers to their reign. Soon though Freya has a bottle of something with a black label in one hand, her thumb stoppering the top as she dances with Sam at the bar, taking tactical gulps from the bottle as they danced. She took a moment to take a nip of a very lovely snack to keep from getting too smashed. She nodded, “Yes I’ve noticed our boss lady likes her cerveza. No problem with it, but I don’t like to go to bed with a headache. Gotts say she can put it away as well as I can.” She grins, “Besides I don’t wanna carry you home Sam, not that I wouldn’t.” She grinned brightly, “But Teddy won’t help me load you up into the chopper and I would rather you go home with some dignity.” She drank again, and began to sway as another musical concoction began, the DJ doing something else with sound out above the dance floor.

Soon though so as not to kill the night with being an overload it’s time to start thinking about calling it a night. Probably helps that Freya got several rapid fire texts, the giantess cackling, “He says he wants us to leave soon and he’ll be in the car.”

Samantha was enjoying her evening out with Freya. She appreciated the opportunity to dance and hang out. She had not enjoyed the man who got too handsy on the dance floor before they retreated to the bar. Not that he had his hands on her for long. She grinned wickedly as she remembered punching him in the face before the bouncers escorted him out of the club. She nodded as Freya mentioned that Teddy was waiting for them with the car. “Fair enough. You invited me along as a partner in crime not to be my caretaker for the evening. I appreciated the opportunity to let my hair down. I would love that tour of your lab when you have time.” She set her empty glass on the bar. It was a good margarita. Not everyone could do them justice since the drink has become so popular. “Are we ready then?” She lifted an eyebrow in a query to the giantess?

Freya shocked the people closest to them when she tipped the bottle almost vertical and downed the last of the amber liquid within, all in one go. She slams the bottle down on the bar counter. A little more dancing on the floor, and that dick wad who had tried to cop a feel was lucky it was Sam who got to him and not her! He’d have lost more then his dignity and got more then a punch to the jaw. But yes soon it’s time to leave, “Yep, senorita I think we better head out. Leave these folks with stories to tell.” She grinned and leaned back Ving her fingers over her lips and flicking her tongue out at some of their admirers, grinning cheshire like the whole time before wrapping an arm around Sam and marching out with her, if she added a little more sashay then she did when they came in well, all part of it. As they leave the bouncer stops them and rumbles, “Look I let you in without the normal charge but you really gotta go with that.” And having landed in the middle of the street, far enough that the rotor blast didn’t hit the people still in line is the chopper they came in on. Teddy leaning on the door, and motioning Sam and Freya over shouting over the noise, “Let’s get moving ladies! I understand someone already tried to call the cops on us and it’ll be a laugh riot if we leave into the dark of the night just as they get here!” He’s pulling the door open and helping them in. And not too long after just as a pair of police cruisers roll up, the chopper rocks and they are in the air.

Samantha laughed as Freya made a scene finishing her drink. All the wannabes who wanted to take the giantess home were left sorely disappointed when she hauled Sam off with her. Samantha couldn’t help but laugh. Freya had almost started a riot amongst the men when she had left with Sam. It was not their fault that the men all thought they should go home with them. Samantha could only laugh. She would have to remember to suggest to Freya that next time she throw her over her shoulder and carry her out caveman style. That was the way these men were acting, like they had any claim to either one of their lives or attention. Most of the women in the club were simply jealous that they were not the center of attention. The remainder were almost as bad as the men who had been ogling Freya as she moved around the dance floor. Freya was big; she was not consciously or purposefully taking attention and space from the other women on the dance floor as far as she could tell. Samantha had her own admirers. She was there to drink with her friend and shake her booty for some fun, not go home with a random guy for a quickie. That was what her BOB was for. It didn’t complain either.

Samantha wondered who had called the cops. She bet it was the guy she decked who had grabbed her ass and tried to stick his hand down her top. She frowned at the bouncer at the door as she overheard what he was telling Freya. Samantha pulled a $100 bill out of her wallet. She stuffed it into the man’s mouth. “There we paid the cover fee. You don’t need to say anything else. We are out of here and won’t be back.” She then ran for the copter and leaped up inside. She had just closed the door when the bird lifted into the air. She started laughing hard as she struggled into her seat belt. She was still laughing when she pulled her headset on. “You know I had just been thinking, Skye would be proud of us. We managed to come home without being drunk or a police escort. Well I guess I have to thank Teddy for ditching our police escort!” She winked at Teddy as she turned to see how Freya was doing. “You good Freya?”

Freya nodded “Yes, oh honey perfectly fine” quick simple words. It made her wonder what was in that bottle that Freya had polished off. But the response let her know that she was okay. Teddy thought her comment was hysterical and was laughing it up in the pilot’s seat. Samantha enjoyed the relatively quiet trip home. Freya was not drunk but she had relaxed into the seat and seemed to be lost in thought or half asleep. It had been a long night and they had just gotten back from a heavy op. She should probably check in with her tomorrow. Singapore hadn’t been an easy op for the giantess. She should have thought about that. Maybe Freya had needed to blow off some steam as much as she did. Although Freya had seemed to want to hook up. She hoped she didn’t crimp the woman’s style. Sam was simply not the sleep around type.

As if maybe reading Sam’s mind, Freya broke the silence, “Ahh that has to be the most fun outside of punting some poor opfor down a stairs, that I’ve had in years Sam, thank you so much for accepting my invite. But I tell ya, you got some stamina you’ve worn out the battle goddess.” She grins brightly and Teddy leans back, snapping a picture on his phone, “I need evidence!” He calls over the headsets.

The evening wound down as they made it back to base without further incident. She had laughed at Freya telling her that she had worn her out. She almost felt bad like she had been following the woman around and just keeping up with what she wanted to do. She grinned knowing that she had a good time. “I had a good time, Freya. Thanks for inviting me. Maybe next time we will try a rage room!” With that parting comment she left to go find her bed.

Freya wound her way to her room arm in arm with Sam into the base. Passing base personnel who stopped to watch the pair. Freya just giving them a look. Parting at her door she caught Sam up in a hug, “Oh hun, next time you get to plan it, and we’re bringing Skye with us too. She needs in on these girls nights too. Have a good night Sam, talk to you in the morning.” She lets the smaller woman go and waits at her door as Sam disappears down the hall. Now that, that was a helluva night.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Samantha "Chaos" Dalton

The Chaos has hit the fan: Singapore

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Samantha felt like she had done all she could do. She was packing up all her equipment while she anxiously waited for the status bar to indicate that the cloning process was completed and successful. Samantha knew they were running out of time. She knew things had gone pear shaped. She wondered how Mateo and Xander were doing with retrieving data from the server room. That was when she heard Skye swearing over an open comline, "Crap! Team, grab what you need and get the hell out! Valkyrie, follow on my lead! I think we're going for Plan B!" She didn’t even manage to get out a swear word before the fire alarm kicked in and started wailing.That meant the team had minutes to get out before the building went on lockdown and was surrounded by first responders. Samantha felt her heart begin to race. She was silently urging the status bar to move faster. Mentally she was wondering how much crap the man stored on his personal computer.

The sound of the alarms were so strong she could feel the vibrations pulsing through her body. It kept her heart racing and her adrenaline up. She could hear guards running down the hallway. She ducked under the desk to hide as the laptop finished downloading. Samantha opened her bag and pulled out the wingsuit that she had stuffed into it. She knew it was her best bet for a clean getaway. She pulled out the taser flashlight and the knock out spray perfume bottle. She set them to the side. She peaked up over the desk. The coast was clear so she checked the computer once more. The computer had finally finished. She verified that the process was successful before unplugging everything and quickly but securely storing it in the backpack she had been using. She made sure everything was secure and zipped up tight before sliding the pack onto her shoulders. She made sure the bag was secure and snug before pulling on the wingsuit over her clothes and backpack. She knew she wouldn’t have time to stop and pull it on later. She took a moment to let the team know her status. “Chaos will be taking the sky route.”

Her exit was going to be fast and messy. She grinned with that thought since it was also going to be fun. Base jumping was a hard hobby to enjoy as it was illegal to do in most cities. There was no hope for a stealthy exit now. She made sure the suit was on and everything was fastened correctly. She made sure she could reach the release handle for the modified parachute pack built into the suit. She gave a little jump to make sure things stayed where she put them. Satisfied, she grabbed up the taser and knockout spray before heading to the door to leave the office. All she could hear was the blaring alarms and automated announcement to evacuate the building. She cracked open the door and didn’t see anyone in the hallway. She began to run down the hallway towards the stairwell.

She ran into the landing and found two guards on comms reporting the guards she downed earlier. She ran towards them but they saw her coming. They fired at her but she kept dodging from side to side. She was too close for the rifles they were trying to use. She jabbed the taser into one guard’s side as the other tried to sweep her legs from under her. She pressed the button on the taser and held it in place as her legs were jerked from under her. She landed on her back. She had the wind knocked out of her. The guard she had tasered hit the floor next to her. She gasped and flipped back to her feet. She sprayed the guard fighting her in the face. She punched him and pulled his head down to slam into the stair rail. As he went down, she kept moving on up the stairs.

She burst through the door at the top of the stairwell. It was chaos with people screaming and crying. Guards were yelling orders at the top of their lungs trying to be heard over the alarms. There was a large concentration of guards by the bar. There were guards moving through the crowd trying to herd visitors out. She grinned as she headed for the open doors to the balcony. She had been spotted by a few guards who were running towards her fighting the crowd along the way. She grinned knowing she was going to make it. She ran and jumped up on a table by the guard rail. She looked out and climbed up on the guard railing. She carefully side-stepped down the rail to an area that would allow her to jump away from surrounding buildings and over the water. It would give her the best chance to avoid the wind tunnel effects between the skyscrapers. There were two guards right on her heels. She gave them a mocking smirk and salute before she jumped as hard as she could pushing up and away from the building. She heard gunfire behind her as they tried to hit her. She was too busy trying not to plummet to her death to look back.

She pushed her arms out to the sides and opened the legs of the wingsuit catching the air immediately. She got a feel for the air currents she was gliding on. The wind pulled at her wig as she guided her body away from the building. She was dropping fast. She adjusted her body position, seeking more distance. She slowed slightly as her trajectory straightened out. She wasn’t going to make it all the way to the water. She poppped open the modified parachute as it deployed and jerked her upwards as it slowed her descent even more. She used the handles to steer the parachute towards her alternate landing zone.

She had done some research into the area around the building knowing this might be her exit plan. She knew there was an open air courtyard with tables and chairs surrounded by food trucks and sidewalk vendors. It had a little grassy area to add a greenspace to the business area. She aimed for the grassy area. She landed and had to run a few steps to bleed off the momentum. Luckily the park was empty since it was evening hours. She looked around and saw fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances speeding by with the lights on. She grinned as unzipped the suit and pulled it off. She stuffed it and the parachute back into the backpack. She was amazed that her wig had managed to stay on. It was a little askew so she pulled it back into place.

She then headed towards the car she had left parked here earlier in the day. She had rented a luxury sedan to keep up the appearance of her identity. Samantha pulled off the pack and unzipped the front pocket to pull out the keys. “Chaos is on the ground. Does anyone need a ride?” She unlocked the car tossing the pack in the passenger seat. She started the car and waited for the team to check in.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Charlie "Chuck" Simmons

Charlie “Chuck” Simmons

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Callsign: Boomer

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Male Heavy

Color: 8dc73f

Name: Charles “Chuck” Simmons
Callsign: Boomer
Age: 30
Birthday: December 9 Sagittarius
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Cis Heterosexual
Nationality: American

Canine Companion
Special Operations Canine: Duke
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Height: 2.5 feet tall
Weight: 75 pounds
Appearance: Reddish brown in color with a black face, muzzle, and ears. His fur is black tipped giving him a darker appearance.

Appearance:
Height: 7’ 10”
Weight: 275 pounds
Physique: Tall, muscular but not overdeveloped. He maintains flexibility and has an athletic build.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: He has a bullet wound scar on his left shoulder, and a scar on his right calf from IED shrapnel.

Description:
Chuck wears his hair short with a with a mustache and well-trimmed beard along his jawline. His eyes are light colored and stand out. He is tan and spends a lot of time outdoors. He has a muscular physique without being hulked out. He is toned and has good muscle definition. He can most often be found wearing jeans and t-shirts with cowboy boots and a hat. You will find he prefers combat boots, hiking boots, or cowboy boots to sneakers. He abhors dress shoes and ties and will avoid them at all costs. He is a steak and potatoes with a beer kind of guy. He is casual and loves to have fun.

Personality:
He loves nature and being out in it. He loves fishing and hunting and hiking. He loves exploring the wonders of the natural world. He lives by a strict code of honor. He will not disrespect anyone till they disrespect him. He was raised that you don’t hit women or children. He learned the hard way that in warzones sometimes that didn’t mean they wouldn’t shoot him. He will be polite. He was raised in the south and exudes that southern charm. He uses “Yes Mam” and “Yes Sir.” He tries not to cuss in front of women and children. He takes his role in the military very seriously and thinks of his unit as his family. He lives by the ideology that no man should ever be left behind. He always put his soldiers first. He has an American Southern Accent.

Skills

Skills:

Explosive ordinance specialist: He was trained to work with a trained service dog to find and disarm explosive devices. He also knows how to use explosives. If it goes boom, he knows about it, has done it, or thought about how to do it. As a Marine Raider, he has even been tasked with evaluating new explosives thought about by research and development contractors.

Applied CBRN Tech: As an explosives expert trained for the field, he received specialized training in chemical, biological, radiological, and nuclear threats. Whether that means disarming a nuclear dirty bomb or how to stop an aerosolized bioweapon attack. He was trained to identify and quickly and safely neutralize CBRN threats whenever possible.

Dog trainer and handler: To work with a special operation canine, he had to go through training on how to work with one. He was chosen because he has an innate talent for understanding dogs and training them. He is an expert dog trainer and handler. His dog Duke is trained to wear a harness so he can deploy from an aircraft, or jump with him using a parachute, or even rappel down a building or cliff with his dog harnessed to his armor. Duke can climb ladders and is trained to crawl through tunnels. Duke can deploy with him from a boat making a water insertion as well. Duke is trained to sniff out explosives, track a scent, guard a person or place, and attack.

Tactical insertion deployment: He is trained to make a tactical insertion from air, land, or sea. He has worked in jungles, deserts, forest, coastal, and urban environments.

Close Quarter Combat Specialist: He has trained in mixed martial arts for years. He favors a mix of Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Aikido, and Wing Chun. He learned Kali (Filipino Stick Fighting) from a friend during bootcamp. He later combined Kali with the knife fighting skills taught to him by his boot camp instructors. He is tall, strong, and wicked fast. He has the reach on almost any opponent and the strength making it almost impossible to stop him with a hand-to-hand fight.

Languages: He is not a linguist but was trained by the Marines to speak Kurdish, Arabic, Pashto, Swahili, French, Spanish, and Portuguese. As these languages were the most commonly spoken languages in areas where they expected to get deployed.

Heavy Weapons Specialist: He was trained to offer the heavy fireteam support for his unit. He was trained in mortars, grenade launchers, small surface to ground missiles, laser guidance systems, missile launchers, and setting up mines and claymores.

Marksman: He was trained to use firearms of all sizes. He was good at hitting the target. He qualified as a marksman in bootcamp and has only gotten better. Pistols, long guns, machine guns, fully automatic, semi-automatic, he had used them all. He hit what he aimed at. He didn’t have the patience for sniper work though. He preferred to be in the middle of the action not miles away. He also liked to make things blow up. That is how he earned his call sign “Boomer”.

Combat First Aid: He is trained in basic first aid and knows CPR.

Bullet Sponge: He is a highly trained fighter. If the marine corps developed a way to injure, hurt, or kill someone they trained him to do it. They trained him to Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome when his prior training failed to address the situation. He understands that no plan survives first contact with the enemy. He will use whatever he has on hand to complete his objectives. He is used to taking center stage in a fight acting as a shield and distraction while the rest of his team achieves their objective. He understands tactics and creatively employs his environment and what’s in it to work to his advantage.

Family

Family:
Age 53: Father: Thomas “Tom” Simmons
Age 51: Mother: Georgellen “Georgie” Simmons Maiden name: Georgellen Barton
Age 22: Sister: Annabelle Simmons
Age 24: Brother: Blake Simmons
Age 82: Grandfather: Dave Simmons
Age 81: Grandmother: Charlene “Charlie” Simmons Maiden Name: Charlene Morris
Age 4: Canine Companion: Duke

History

History:
Chuck was born in Jacksonville, North Carolina. His grandfather had settled down in Jacksonville when he was in the Marine Corps. He opened a hardware store in Jacksonville and a construction company. His grandmother had been a schoolteacher. She had taught school and raised the children while his grandfather had been off fighting wars and on deployment. Both his grandparents were still alive and quite active in the community. They had slowed down some, but they were in relatively good health and retired. His parents were also still alive. His father had been medically discharged from the Marine Corps after suffering from injuries during a deployment. His father used a cane for support when he walked and had a limp. His father had gone back to school and became a licensed psychologist. He worked for the VA helping veterans and active military. For his father, his work was a calling to help his brothers and sisters of the service. His mother ran a local homeless shelter. His mother came from a family of old money in the area. She had chosen to devote her life to helping those less fortunate than her. Whenever asked when she was going to retire, she said when the homeless shelter is no longer needed. Chuck was raised in a family that was all about service and community. He was raised that you do the right thing, you put others first, and you do what you say you are going to do. Personal integrity meant something in his family. He was taught, If you serve others, you don’t have time to complain about what you think you need. The Simmons family men were all excessively tall as Gigantism was a genetic trait that ran in their family line. Newer medical treatments involving synthetic hormone therapies and genetically engineered medications and DNA restructuring allowed him to grow up healthy. He was just like everyone, just very tall with denser bones and musculature.

Chuck had a typical middle class American upbringing. He rode his bike, played video games, swam in the local pool at the community center in the summer. He went to church every Sunday with his family. Schoolwork was first then chores came before play. You ate dinner at the table with the rest of the family. His family was still somewhat old-fashioned. They had old-fashioned values and were not necessarily strict but firm about boundaries and instilling those values and a work ethic in their children. He spent at least one Saturday a month helping his grandmother at the homeless shelter. He would move heavy boxes of donations and help sort them for distribution whether it was food, clothing, or toiletries. He would help do the laundry so the bedding could be changed. He did whatever his Grammie told him to. Chuck had fond memories of his childhood. He played sports, baseball, basketball, football and as long it allowed him to get outside, he was happy. His grandfather and father taught him to fish and hunt. They would sneak away to his grandfather’s cabin for 2 weeks every summer just the boys. The women took that as an excuse for a girl’s week and spent the time going shopping and visiting salons and spas for pampering. They would have a big barbeque cookout at the end of the two weeks. Usually for the 4th of July where they invited all their friends and neighbors. He grew up indoctrinated in the Red, White, and Blue and apple pie.

It was a tradition in his family that men served in the military. Chuck admired the gruff affectionate and stand-up men in his family. He never considered doing anything else. Being stuck inside behind a desk would have driven him absolutely batshit crazy. He admired his father for being able to come to terms with his disability and find something that he enjoyed and gave his meaning. He was a smart intelligent guy, but he knew what he wanted. He applied to the Marine Corps before he graduated high school. He left for bootcamp the following summer. Chuck excelled in bootcamp and rose through the ranks quickly. He was tapped for MARSOC training early on. Chuck had been a career Marine Raider like his father and grandfather. He had planned to retire from the Marine Corps someday or be forced out due to injury. He had not expected his unit to be set up as a scapegoat for someone else.

His unit had been training local forces in an undisclosed location in the Middle East which remains a hotbed of terrorist activity and political upheaval. His unit was tapped for an urgent rescue and retrieval mission in the surrounding area. He was told his unit was the only one positioned that could reach the hostage in time. The hostage was supposed to be an American scientist with top security clearance working on a top-secret government project. He was told that it was imperative that they rescue this scientist and retrieve the data that had been stolen during their capture. The mission had been a cluster fuck from the beginning. His unit had been given bad intel. When he questioned his orders based on the intel, it sounded like his team was being set up for failure. The intel said the scientist was only being held by 20 men. His unit had only had 6 men. His unit was going to field test some new mechanized armor suits to help even their lack of numbers. They wanted to try out new equipment without training. They were also going to be monitoring the new suits with constant data feed connections. They wanted his unit to parachute in, but it was a high wind area.

His guys were well trained and good soldiers. They were the elite and the best of the best. But even the elite can’t work miracles in unfamiliar equipment that was glitching. The enemies found the data feeds the scientists were using and compromised their suits. They went to infiltrate and ran straight into a meat grinder. They had managed to sneak into the base and get the intel off the base’s server. They found the scientist and set them free. They had taken out over 20 enemies at this point. When they were ready to exfil, his team walked straight into an ambush. They had been surrounded. He had taken as many of them as possible with them. He himself had been the last to fall. His suit had been an equalizer and he had taken out scores of the enemy before someone managed to trip the sequence that opened the armor and ejected the person in the suit. It was at that point that he took a slug to his chest and caught the edge of a grenade that had hurled shrapnel at him. He was unable to move and out of bullets for his guns. He was having trouble breathing and was bleeding to death, unable to stand and barely able to move. A unit he didn’t recognize attacked his enemies and pulled him out. By that time, he was unconscious and close to death.

When Chuck woke up, he was unsure what was happening or where he was. It turned out that Raven Squad had pulled him out. They debriefed him and shared what they had found with him. It turned out that Raven Squad wanted to recruit him. They had found out about the double cross and had barely made it there in time. Chuck was not sure of the specifics, but Raven Squad had intercepted intel that his unit was being marked for disposal by a group called Artemis. Someone wanted them eliminated because they knew something that they didn’t want that information getting out or they were getting in their way. Artemis used the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. They wanted to take out Chuck’s team which had been interrupting their operations in the Middle East and they wanted to get their hands on the experimental armor that his team was testing. Chuck believed the primary cause had been they wanted to eliminate his team. One of the reasons he had started questioning his orders was because some of them didn’t fit well with his ethics. His oath as a Marine was to fight America’s enemies foreign and domestic. Nowhere in his oath did it say that local civilians were considered acceptable collateral damage. His team had received a mission to clear out insurgents in a small village. His team infiltrated and found a lot of disabled men, women, and children. The villagers were warm and friendly towards them. They didn’t see any sign of suspicious activity. When they reported the high number of civilians casualties and no hard mission targets. They were given orders to leave and after they were out of range a drone strike took out the whole village. They had been given a retrieval mission that was difficult, but they managed to get out with the crates indicated. One of the crates was damaged in the firefight. They checked out thinking they were retrieving dirty bomb or biomaterial to find out it was regional antiquities. He was angry that he had risked his men for treasures that didn’t belong to the US. He began to question every mission after those two.

Raven Squad had pulled him and Duke out and healed him up. Raven Squad earned his loyalty by pulling out Duke as well. One of the things that had recently triggered Chuck’s concern about his orders, they had ordered him to leave Duke behind on an operation where his canine partner had gotten injured. Duke was his partner and just as integral to his team as any man in it. The Marine Corps never left a man behind. Chuck had carried his canine partner out on his shoulders after he had broken a leg. If there was one thing that would anger Chuck, you don’t mess with his dog. Duke was more than just a dog; he was his partner in the field. Chuck would not let any disrespect Duke or belittle his contribution to the work they did.

He had passed their entrance test once he had recovered the strength and flexibility lost due to injury. Passing the gauntlet was hands down the hardest test Chuck had ever endured. Chuck was an active soldier though and was used to training constantly for ops. He appreciated that someone in Raven Squad had repaired his new armor and fixed the issues with it. They had even used his to develop armor for Duke to help keep him safe in the field. Now he wanted to find out who was pulling the strings in the Marine Corps. Someone was using US Marines to do their dirty work and lining their pockets. He wanted that person exposed and flambéed. Chuck would continue to honor his oath to protect America from its enemies, foreign and domestic. Chuck knew that he could no longer do it in the Marine Corps. There was something rotten in the upper echelons and he was going to find it and eradicate it. He would find a way forward with Raven Squad.

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Tactical Suit

Tactical Suit:

Prototype Marine Raider Exosuit or Protype MRE-Massacre Ready to Explode
The exterior is made up of layers. The outer plate layer is a titanium infused ceramic matrix that provides radioactive shielding tough enough to be put on a tank but light enough for the space shuttle. The outer shielding can withstand extreme temperatures and pressure. The next layer is a woven titanium infused carbon fiber that acts as an artificial polymer muscle or tendon and armor. The material had been put through a special bonding process that resulted in a material that naturally harvests kinetic energy that allows it to stretch and rebound with strength adding strength and power to the wearers movements. The user retains flexibility speed, while gaining protection and strength. The next layer is a lightweight ballistic self-healing foam capability of stopping 20mm rounds. The next layer is a liquid gel cooling system lined with a tough but soft material that keeps the gel in place and provides padding for the user. There are flexible tubes of cooling and hydraulic fluids that help keep the suit cool and moving. The internal workings of actuators, hydraulics, electronics, and sensors live in between layers. There are sensors and high-definition cameras embedded into the outer layer in key places feeding information back to the user. The helmet is a transparent titanium alloy in a crystalline matrix, an upgraded version of bullet proof glass. This allows the user to see out and is used as the screen for the Heads-Up Display. There is an AI system onboard to help the user with the suit’s systems and targeting. The suit has an embedded communications system. Cameras allow for infrared layover and night vision. There is a hidden flechette dart launching system in the gauntlets. The darts are tungsten and titanium alloy mix sharpened and launched at high-speed. He had a variety of dart types to use in the field. He had armor piercing darts with explosive tips, a taser dart that dispersed a low-level voltage shock, and a knockout dart. The darts could all fire from the same magnetic propelled launcher system built into the forearm of his suit. He had one on each arm. The darts were small, about two inches long and about an inch wide with a barbed head. The suit is powered by a small chemical reactor and has a rechargeable battery backup. This is the only weakness to this suit. The suit is only good for about 4 hours of heavy use and battle before it will need to be recharged. There are jump jets built into the back of the suit and directional jets built into the legs and feet of the suit. On each shoulder is a small missile launching system. The missiles are small and don’t have much range. They allow for a high payload to a target no more than 500 yards away. The missile launcher is a modified miniaturized LAW design. There is an onboard medical sensor suite monitored by the AI. The AI can help him deal with injuries in the field by injecting the Raven Squad cocktail of stimulants, pain killers, vitamins, and antibiotics. There are built in tourniquet systems so that if he loses a limb or gets a severe injury on an arm or leg the AI can apply pressure to stop the bleeding and save his life. The suit is designed to be used in numerous environments, but its short charging cycle makes it use underwater or in space very limited. The suit does have a sealed air system.

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Duke's Armor

Duke’s Armor Suit: Chaos Special
Chaos decided when she was repairing and upgrading Chuck’s suit that Duke deserved an upgrade too. She wanted him to be able to keep up with his human. She based Duke’s suit on her own. The result was layered lightweight flexible armor with reticulated armor plates down his sides and chest. She crafted a special helmet for him that left his ears free but protected his brain pan from a headshot. The helmet had built in googles so that Duke’s eyes would be protected on tactical insertions from dust, wind, and water. The armor was only about 5 pounds heavier than his original armor but had built in cooling and more protection.

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Weapons

Weapons:

Pistols:
Glock 19
Desert Eagle (A gift from his father. It has special meaning and is never taken on ops.)

Long Guns:
Close Quarter Battle Gun of Choice:
Customer Raider Edition rifle with underbarrel grenade launcher based on the M4A1 Carbine Rifle. The rifle is scaled up to fit his hands with a larger magazine.
Long Distance Precision Gun of Choice:
Custom MK12 ROaTSo (Reach out and touch someone) again modified to fit his larger hands and with a larger barrel.
Automatic Heavy Machine Gun of Choice:
Custom Mk 48 FUN Gun (also known as the Fuck Up Knockout Gun) The weapon has an adaptable mounting system so he can attach it to his armor when needed and has its own ammo case that feeds into the gun.
He has a custom weapons harness that was designed to carry his weapons across his suit without impairing the built in weapons on his suit. The sling will allow him to carry two long guns into battle.

He has been known to carry a variety of grenades and will change them up depending on the mission.

Marine Combat Knife
Kbar
Machete

Heavy Melee Weapon of Choice: Lucille
Custom made and designed Japanese Tetsubo or Kanabo. It is a mace that looks surprisingly like a spiked baseball bat. The heavy club has tungsten and Damascus core with a titanium shell. The handle is wrapped in leather to provide him with a nice grip on this all-metal club. The end of the club is a solid metal loop to which is attached a chain so he can retrieve his weapon and spin it making it even deadlier. The weight of the club combined with his strength and speed make it a devastating weapon on the battlefield. Of course, this weapon is lovingly called a Carolina Slugger by Chuck and jokingly nicknamed Lucille.

Equipment

Equipment:
Tucked into the many compartments of his armor are things he might need in the field.
Water canteen, protein bars, Field First Aid Kit, lighter, a back up comm system, a compass, a collapsible solar charger for his suit, and GPS locator homing beacon he must manually set. Bomb disposal tools like wire cutters, small mirror on a telescoping handle, and small hand tools for taking things apart.

Depending on the mission he might be carrying a variety of explosives and detonators.

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Hobbies:
Chuck hates being stuck inside and will use any excuse to get outside. He loves to run with his dog. He is a typical southern boy who grew up loving fishing, hunting, and camping. While in the Marines, he expanded his hobbies to include rock climbing. He also loves sports and is always ready to jump into a pickup game of basketball, baseball, or football. His height and strength make it hard for him to find a team that can challenge him really, but he loves to play.

Likes:
Barbeques & Apple Pie
Sports and Tailgating
Beer
Animals especially canines
Nature
Being physically active
Family means everything to him. You will often find him telling stories about his family.
Fireworks (His call sign is Boomer!)
Country music
Rock Music

Dislikes:
Tight spaces. He is not claustrophobic but because he is so big, he dislikes feeling crowded. He doesn’t really like crowds or being the center of attention.
Liars. He is a man of rare integrity and honor. He dislikes people who put up false fronts and lie to get what they want. He values honesty.
Asian pop music
Mariachi bands

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Samantha Dalton “Chaos”

Collab between Chaos and Queen: Chaos in Pavel's Office, Singapore

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Samanatha was relieved that everyone had their gear. She felt the urgency to get going. She could almost feel the clock going tick tock. She had gotten bogged down as she had come around a corner just as a patrol team turned into the hallway from the other direction. They had hollered at her and rushed towards her. She had managed to use a knockout dart on the first one. The second one managed to block her attempt to sweep his legs. The dart failed to penetrate the third guard’s jacket. Samantha ended up in a hand-to-hand fight. She finally managed to take down the guard that had martial arts training. She had taken several good blows from the man. She would have bruises tomorrow. Adrenaline was all she needed to keep going for the moment.

Samantha was once more on her way when she heard Skye’s message. “Chaos en route.” What the hell was Skye doing in his office? She could get answers later. Skye was supposed to be interrogating Pavel elsewhere and keeping him distracted. No plan survives contact with the enemy was holding true for this op too. Oh well, his biometrics would help. Samantha arrived at the office and saw Jaguar headed in the other direction. She rushed in as Skye was getting ready to carry Pavel out.

“Wait let me get his computer open then you can have him.”

“One roofied CEO to go, no sugars.” Skye simply retorted, passing him across from off her shoulder onto the desk with a bit of a thud given his weight, his very out of sorts state very much visible. She knew he was going to be able to respond, but make barely any fucking sense. She would need to get him out of here sooner rather than later, given his condition too- she wanted no drool on this expensive dress, maybe a little less than bullets. The team lead didn’t seem too phase by all of this, yet she knew that Sam had a task to get done here and Pavel was key to that.

Sam helped Skye with him as she got his retinal scan and used his hand on the biometric reader. Samantha slapped Pavel. “Say the code phrase.” Samantha made it a hard order. Pavel laughed and then complied as he said "I am a computer god." Samantha rolled her eyes at that. It fit his disgusting personality to a T. Samantha smiled as she now had full access to his computer. You are a not a very powerful computer god because I now have access to your information and it will be my bitch. His data was still encrypted but she now had access to the security systems. “Thanks, he is all yours.”

Samantha helped Skye get Pavel situated to carry. She helped make sure her dress was not in a compromising position. She helped lift him up into position and made sure Skye had a good handle on him, before she let go. She slapped Pavel on the ass. “The ass is ready for transport.” She grinned at her boss and waved as Skye left with Pavel. She turned her attention to what she needed to do.

“Cheers, Chaos.” Skye replied, taking him back on shoulder, shaking her head at the situation she found him in, the guy not getting any lighter.

Samantha sat down at the desk and began to type like a fiend. She was plugging in wires and moving as fast as she could. She whistled as she looked over his security program. She frowned as she tried to find work arounds for the obviously paranoid overkill security backups that Pavel had in place. She couldn’t cut any automated defenses without triggering an alarm. She had found a work around for most of the cameras already but that left the heat and motion sensors. She had an aha moment as she couldn’t shut them down without triggering an alarm, but she could send them to shut down for scheduled sensor maintenance. Samantha hacked the maintenance calendar application and sent out an update making them all shut down for maintenance. She touched the microphone on her neck, “Jaguar you are clear to hunt, the window is small. 15 minutes before your prey is awake.” She just let her team know she had managed to take care of the heat and motion sensors, but they would only be down for another 15 minutes. They needed to be out of these areas by then.

Sam connected an external hard drive to Pavel’s personal computer. She set the cloning process going, which would take some time. While that was running, she began to work on setting up the bugs they had developed for Pavel’s office. She took out a special set of screwdrivers from her personal tool kit. She took apart Pavel’s fancy ergonomic mouse and planted the encrypted communication chip inside the mouse. She connected it to the mouse’s power supply. She had designed the bug to use the mouse and the computer it was connected to for power and signal amplification. She made sure it was working properly before putting the mouse back together. Pavel was egotistical and even used custom ink pens. She took apart one of his fancy gold plated pens and hid another device inside it. She climbed up on top of the desk. She stretched to reach the light fixture where she hid a small camera unit. She stripped the wire to the light and used an alligator tipped wire to connect the camera to a power source. She hid some standard run of the mill bugs in obvious places for his security to find later. She also hid lipstick cameras throughout the shelving units in his office. They might be found but you never know. Hers were designed to be remotely activated. She would be able to keep them off to avoid detection when the office was swept for bugs. She made sure the standard ones were well hidden. She didn’t want them to think their team was amateurs or didn’t really care about getting the information.

Samantha checked on the cloning process. It was only about halfway done. Pavel had a great deal of encrypted information on his personal pc. She was willing to bet that what information he had was his blackmail or what he felt he could barter with Artemis with. Pavel was the type to hoard information. It would take her time to decrypt it all. Cloning the computer was the only real choice they had. Pavel was tech savvy and knew how to protect his information. Cracking his computer would take time they just didn’t have on this op. She checked how much time had ellapsed. She still had about 8 minutes before she needed to be out of his office. It was going to be close. She made her way to his secretary’s desk and bugged it too. She left behind a pen with a microphone and transmitter in it with one of the custom communication chips. She hid some standard bugs around it just in case they didn’t think to check his secretary. You never know what their administrative assistants and secretaries know about the stuff their bosses were involved in. She tried to keep an eye on the time.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Samantha Dalton “Chaos”

Jaguar joins the Chaos

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Samantha had just used comms to update her team on her progress. She knew that no plan survived contact with the enemy. Sam seemed to be ahead of everyone, which was okay since she needed to open doors and help with security. She was about to run out the door to her next objective when she ran into Mateo. Sam opened the door and looked both ways in the hallway. She motioned Mateo inside and closed the door to the hallway after he slipped past her. She grinned at Mateo. “Welcome to the party Jaguar.” She led the way to the large cardboard box on the huge executive desk. She had already opened the inner case which held what gear they could fit inside. “Your gear should be in there. What we could fit.” She kept watch while Jaguar grabbed what he needed. She gave him a respectful nod.

When he was ready, she gave him a grin as she once more touched the microphone at her throat to activate her team comms. “Jaguar has joined the hunt.” She let Skye know that Jaguar had decided to help the team hit the digital targets. She paused and listened at the office door before opening it. She then cracked the door and looked both ways before she slipped back into the hallway.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Samantha Dalton “Chaos”

Chaos is just getting started!

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Samantha moved quickly down the hallway. A set of guards came from a side hallway that intersected the one she was in. She shot one with a knockout dart while she whipped around and used a quick combination strike to the man’s sternum to knock the wind out of him before sweeping his legs and knocking him to the floor. She shot him with a knockout dart before he could react. She didn’t stop moving a pale champagne blur as she moved towards her target. She didn’t try to hide the bodies because the clock was ticking already.

She used the guard’s card to enter the office she needed. She found the package she had shipped sitting in the middle of the desk. The box looked like an elephant had stomped on it. She was glad her gear was protected in an inner case that required her biometric signature to open. She placed her fingers on the handle where the fingerprint reader confirmed she was alive, had a heartbeat and was her after a finger poke. The case popped open, and she retrieved her equipment bag by slinging it across her shoulders.

She pressed a hand to her throat to activate her hidden microphone. “Chaos has retrieved her toys and is on the way to her playdate.” Chaos filled the team in on her progress. “Big brother said we have about 20 minutes before we have to leave.” Her team would understand that and know she had somehow neutralized the cameras and that they had about 20 minutes before she thought they would be found. It wouldn’t do anything about the motion or heat sensors but those were only in the more secure areas anyway like the server room. They were going to be Glitch’s problem. She would only have to deal with the ones in his office.

She quickly left the executive office. She tore off a piece of duct tape from a roll she kept in her kit. She taped the door lock so it would stay open. “Frelon the gate is open and waiting for you.” She used code to tell Hornet that she had left the door unlocked so she could retrieve her gear. Samantha had faith that the Frenchie would catch up to her. She took off for the corridor that would lead to Pavel’s office.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

(sorry it double posted on me!)