millinniummany3k
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Post by millinniummany3k on May 23, 2009 16:17:45 GMT -5
"Hey," Carlita heard someone from the flatbed of the truck. "Cut that crap out. You know that tuff ****es me off." A figure stood upin his small hands was an Arctic Warfare rifle, top of the line. He sure didn't look Mexican, Carlita guessed from the accent he was American. "You're the FBI agent they sent. You speak english?"
"Do they?" Carlita replied.
"They understand basic english, which is enough, but they prefer their native tongue despite my annoyance." The man looked at the chopper for a moment. "What'd they say?"
"They said they were going to search. I told them hands off and they apologised, they had to be sure I wasn't armed."
"That's it? No secret messages? That's all you said?" Carlita began to understand why the Spanish bothered him.
"Called the one with the happy hands a puta." The man's reply to that was to bang his hand on the cab.
"Vamamos." The two guirellas ran and climbed in. "Name's Corey. You wanted to discuss pulling troops from the boarder in exchange for information?"
"That's right." Corey took another look at the helipter before raising it and firing a round into the engine.
"Get in, you ride in the back with me." Carlita looked back at the chopper for a moment. "We weill arrange transportation for you when we are happy with America living up to their end of the arrangement. I said get in."
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Post by Scorpio on May 24, 2009 16:08:13 GMT -5
Avoiding the patrolling cultists, Anthony found his way to the rear of the church building, and set to work yanking a cellar window open. Dropping inside he found himself in what seemed to be a wine storage, several rows of barrels filling the room. He tucked his briefcase into a corner and moved on towards the stars.
"Suprise comrade!"
A huge figure lunged out and threw Anthony against the wall.
"Ivan was told not to kill you yet, but we keep this between us da?"
"Who the hell are you?" Anthony tried to keep him talking until he found his gun.
"Ivan Volkov, I think you know boss Surgeon?" He closed the distance between them fast and knocked the gun aside. "Aww, no Clint Westwood are you? Can't draw fast enough."
Anthony swung several punches to Ivans mid section, the mercenary barely flinched. "and you're no Bruce Norris either? What kind of superhero you want to be next?"
He grabbed Anthony by the throat and left arm and hoisted him overhead. "Maybe you can be Captain Superman? Go fly captain superman!"
Ivan threw Anthony through one of the barrel stacks, grabbing another barrel as he stomped over. Anthony struggled to stand before a boot came down on top of him.
"I know what hero you can be now." Still pinning the lawyer down, Ivan uncorked the barrel and tipped the alcohol over him. "You can be human torch."
He searched his pockets for a match. "Let's make you flame on human torch."
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Post by thegunny on May 24, 2009 19:48:08 GMT -5
Karl replied over the radio to Quicksilver
Negatory. Run silent. If he becomes a threat to you or the target, ice him.
Karl followed the cultists, trying his best to do so while reading his P.D.A's map, and was grateful that there was pretty much nothing the hell out here to run into. After a few moments of hesitation, the Kennedy reports swimming through his mind for a few moments, Karl decided to call it in he set down the radio and picked up his radio to talk to his airplane pilot in order to focus on driving again
This is Karl. I need you to report Cultists in the area, formerly based at an abandoned mission at (insert coordinates here). I'm following them currently. Reporting them as dangerous and on the move. Recommendation from anonymous INTERPOL field operative to look at the surrounding area and be on the lookout for any possible crisises or goings on developing. Cultists and outbreaks do not mix.
The pilot pushed talk button 3 times, causing a buzz each time, signaling affirmative, and then the line went silent again.
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Post by Mikey on May 26, 2009 5:57:51 GMT -5
"Have I ever told you you have nice timing?" Quicksilver said through his implant, having already been ready to kill the russian comedic henchman before Karl gave the ok. And now that the ok had been given, he was more than happy to get on with it.
The russian seemed to have found what he was looking for, holding it in front of him as he moved his hands in a repetitive motion. Quicksilver wasnt sure what he was doing, but it was probably bad. He slid the WASP knife from its sheath and moved behind the monster of a man as quietly as he could. When that happened, dust hitting the ground made more noise. He leveled the knife with the small of the mans back, to the side, and stabbed. In the same motion, Quicksilver clamped his hand over the mans mouth to muffle the scream.
The button on the knife was pressed, and the release of the entire C02 canister happened in nearly an instant, releasing the air into Ivan's liver. Ivan passed out from the pain, eventually went into shock as the air compressed his lungs and heart, and would die a painful but unfelt death as the toxins from his liver seeped to his bloodstream and shut down his bodily systems.
Quicksilver was now left with a new problem. He had taken care of the russian butchering everything in the world of comic books, but what about the lawyer? The guy he was supposed to be shadowing on the down low? That was pretty f**ked now.
Figuring there was no way out of it, and not wanting Anthony to think the area was haunted by vengeful spirits who used to be avid comic book readers, he stood with his hands to his sides and decloaked. Left in front of Anthony was a five foot figure with grey skin, no hair, red eyes, and holding a knife that was dripping with blood. This was one of about 20 in all shapes and sizes, accompanied by a Mac 10 that saw little use.
With no way to say anything, he simply said held up his hand in a wave hello.
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Post by Scorpio on May 31, 2009 16:26:04 GMT -5
Anthony staggered up as Ivan was stabbed from behind, going for his gun and aiming just as the mercenary dropped and the unexpected ally uncloaked, slightly wary at his appearance.
"Damn...thanks. Don't suppose you'd be my contact would you?"
The radio on Ivans belt went off as his partner Frankie tried to contact him.
"Hey Ivan? You better not be off trying to kill anyone. This is a low attention job."
"I know that voice.....Frankie DeFontaine, ex enforcer for the chicago mob turned mercenary."
"Ivan? Pick up man."
Anthony picked up the radio and cleared his throat. "Umm, Da, everything is good here comrade." He cringed at his own impression of Ivan.
"Didn't run into any trouble?"
"No....Ivan is as tough as the Hulk ya?" No way in hell should this be working.
"Yeah....tough as the Hulk, that's you all over. I'll meet up with you later man." Frankie clicked off on his side.
"Wow...I think that might have worked. So, what's your name?" He turned his attention back to the newcomer. ***************************************************
Frankie put away his radio and pulled a PDA.
"Lousy fake, Ivan always called him the Hulkinator."
He sent and email back to the surgeon. FRANKIE REPORTING FROM MEXICO, IVAN POSSIBLY DEAD, LAWYER STILL SNOOPING, PLEASE ADVISE.
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millinniummany3k
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jun 3, 2009 17:46:59 GMT -5
"You fed up with American troops?" Carlita asked Corey. She felt she had little choice but to do as he said and allow herself to be taken in to meet with the guirella fighters. Not sure how wise it might be Carlita thought it might be worth attempting conversation. "I can understand that. I read books on terrorism and the United States. They fue bonito loco del bats*** mucho después del 11 de septiembre." On Corey's look she explained, "That's Spanish for how they went bats*** crazy after September 11. You ever watched those Michael Moore movies?"
"No," Corey said after a moment, "I understand he's full of it."
"I think so too." Carlita looked out the side of the truck. "Maybe the bit about the soldiers was real." Carlita told herself she should know...she never met any kill happy Americans in Afghanistan but they were meant to exist, that coupled with the slaughter that brought her down here...yeah, she could see their point of view. "Where we going again?"
"We're going to talk about what can be done about removing Americans from our boarders." Corey thought for a moment. "What can be done to get rid of the boarder patrols?" Carlita thought for a moment, remembering something from one of the books on terrorism she'd read.
"Killing the Americans would only make them crack down on you that much harder," she proposed, wondering if it might be worth attempting to appeal to their hearts and minds.
"Then what do you propose we do?" Corey demanded, clearly frustrated. Carlita slowly, so as not to appear a threat, got to her feet, looking out in the distance, feeling suddenly that she wanted to help these people, but she wasn't really sure why.
"I don't know yet," she answered honestly. "If you can tell me where these weapons are coming from we can come to some form of arrangement."
"An arrangement?" Corey scoffed.
"I want to help." Carlita turned and crouched down in front of him. "I really do. I know why you are fighting and I will do what I can." How much she can do, indeed how much of it she believed herself, was open to question.
"You're lying." Corey's tone was defiant. "You work for the Americans, why should we trust you?" Carlita wondered what she could say in reply and came up with the words Mina used in a bid to convince her to help.
"Because it's the right thing to do." Saying them she wondered how Corey might interpret her words.
"Well, I'm not in a position to make any decisions," Corey said, looking past Carlita. "Won't be long now."
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Post by thegunny on Jun 3, 2009 22:38:38 GMT -5
A dust cload started to come into view in the Guerrilla's rear view mirror, and within a few moments a white Toyota Tundra "technical" with a M2 Browning .50 caliber machine gun mounted on the back of it came into view driving at full speed. The .50 caliber machine gun was aimed away from them, at the far end of its taverse, which was so far left that it was obviously a signal they weren't going to fire... and it was quite blatantly obvious the dusty old white worn out truck was a Cartel truck. Everyone in the truck tensed up, but didn't do anything stupid or hasty. Cartel soldiers weren't exactly employees of the year for the Government, and often ended up working hand in hand with the Guerrilla's. The white truck in a few moments overtook them, letting them get a glance at the driver with an AK-74U across his lap, a less threating and conspicious man at his side, and two men in the back seat with AK-47's. Behind the man manning the machine gun was another Cartel soldier with an AK-47 with a drum magazine loaded, and who waved benignly at them as the truck over took them and pulled abruptly in front of them. The truck started to slow down then, at such a rate that it forced the Guerrilla driver to slam on his breaks and come to a stop. The Cartel truck then kept slowing down but used what speed it had left to turn had left and slide with its hand brakes, and nearly do a U-turn to face them. The M2 Browning was still aimed away from them, and unlike what the Guerrilla's expected, the Cartel Soldier's didn't step out. No one did. That didn't make the Guerrilla's hands ease up on their weapons, it only made them tense up more. Finally, the less threatening man stepped out from the shotgun seat and started to walk towards them...
The man was known only to the Jormugand team as "The Mastermind", because for them, that was all he was, even if they were the one pulling his strings instead of the other way around. In their line of business anywho, they didn't need to know more then that. He went by the name John Baldovino, and although the italian descent his last name hinted at was probably spot on, the name was undoubtedly fake. The seemingly unarmed man suddenly seemed more threatening as they spied an Ankle and hip holster on him. An MP9 Machine pistol was holstered to his hip and a Glock 18 was holstered to his ankle, but both were in their place. His clothes didn't scream tactical, military, Criminal, nor Government. With boot-cut carpenter faded American blue jeans, a bright yellow Florida-stereotypical-type shirt, and a New England Patriots Baseball hat, he seemed pretty darn "normal" if he was in the United States... then again, Criminal's didn't exactly look out of place when they were on the streets, either. It wasn't like a mobster would go out walking in the streets where the cops weren't friendly with a T-shirt with the words "The mob" imprinted on the front of it. To an analytical and experienced eye, he looked about 5 foot 9, give or take, maybe 140-150 pounds, green eyes, brown hair, Goatee, side burns, a Rolex watch, and hiking boots. In Mexico, hiking boots would make sense way out here. Corey half-recognized the man as a partner with their higher-higher, and quickly pounded on the back of the truck's window
You shoot him we're dead! Hold on!
Corey stood and yelled out a little harshly
What do you want! Why'd you cut us off!
"The mastermind" yelled out, his voice ringing with an almost unnatural and creepy normalcy, casualness, and almost... innocence to it, when you compared it with the firepower he was packing and all the guns at his back. By now the Cartel soldiers had gotten out and were covering his back. The men weren't his, but they were the soldiers of one of Baldovino's... Investors... and so they were working with him because it was in their interest. And like Corey, they were dead men if anything happened to Baldovino
I need to talk to that woman! She has some work I need her to do, ASAP
Corey glanced at the woman, and watched the man not saying a thing until he got to the side of the truck. Baldovino said with some menace and command dripping into his voice, betraying the prior normalcy he had spoken with but meshing well with the B&T MP9 holstered to his hip
Get out lady and step to the side of the road out of earshot. Baldovino glanced at Corey, who was tensing up again, trying to get him to relax--- at least, relax on his gun. His bostonish accent rang--- it was practiced and had been learnt well, and it always went well when he wanted to speak with his last name at the forefront and seem like something from a Godfather movie Names Baldivino, and thats all you need to know. Put the gun away. You know d**n well if you use it, however it goes, fire and f**king brimstone will reign from the heavens and ice your a** for it... either from your bosses, or mine, or their bosses. All I want from you is a few minutes from your trip to talk to her. And you don't want to shoot me. Not if you want to still have ways through customs and over the border when you need em, and need em enough to pay for em.
Baldivino gestured at the Cartel soldiers when he mentioned them, who now aimed the M2 at them following their simple "Signal" to back him up and look threatening, and then at the woman as he mentioned her. On his right finger were not two, not three, but four rings... and it was apparent why because the rings all looked like they would hurt to be hit with. Who needs brass knuckles, which would could sink you like a bag of bricks if picked up by some cops who don't buy that they're for self defense? Baldivino took off his ankle holster and tossed his Glock 18 in the flatbed with it to punctuate his point, the action saying quietly "I'll give you one of my guns, just give me the girl. If I wanted to shoot you, I'd have pulled the gun out and shot you already, not given it to you, dip."
Capiche?
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millinniummany3k
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jun 12, 2009 4:04:51 GMT -5
Carlita wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she remembered something from Afghanistan, how the way a person acts and reacts can mean the difference between life and death. In the Bureau, and earlier when she was taught hostage rescue from police SWAT units, this message was stressed again and again, that a suspect who is aggressive would be at much greater risk of being shot. So she reigned in her emotions as best she could and took in what she saw. Men with guns, some type of rival clan perhaps? The fact they didn't just kill them indicated something, they wanted her alive. Instead of picking up the gun she kicked it away from Corey.
"We take this nice and easy, okay?" Carlita spotted Baldivino and his backup, knowing that if she were to fight it would be a challenge to survive. Instead she took a more thoughtful approach. "Not capiche," she said, noticing as she drew closer that she actually had a couple of inches on Baldivino. Maybe she could use that, she sure couldn't use Italian to try and impress him, given his appearence and speech he was either Italian or a big fan of The Sopranos.
Might **** him off too. Carlita thought a calm, collected approach with the slight hint of a threat was the best way to go, closing the distance she stood over Baldivino.
"I am unarmed," she said, glancing at his goons and hping they understood english. She planned a few comments and responses as she turned her attention to Baldivino, holding her arms out to the side in the universal language that demanded an explanation.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 12, 2009 12:08:15 GMT -5
Baldovino was smart enough he easily predicted a purge to take place soon and seizure by force of the data they wanted. However, that depends on how the interaction between this woman and the Guerrilla's plays out. He hoped that they weren't able to seal a deal, that would work out better eventually for the United States... and him. This was another reason he liked working with his partners, it tended to be good business for him. Baldivino led them out of earshot of even his own guys in addition to the Guerrilla's, and spoke quickly. He spoke with a tone that wasn't yelling, nor whispering, but not normal, but it rang in Carlita's ears gratingly, reminding her of the tones that her commanders would use to give her briefings with--- which, out of instinct, made it a tone that said "Don't interrupt". He surely didn't seem to want to interrupt, and he plowed on like he was giving a briefing. Since she wanted an explanation, she was getting one, and that was another reason to not interrupt.
We have religious fanatics in the area that need to dealt with immediately. Have you read the Kennedy files before? Assets in the area are being interferred with, one who was working on tracking down weapons coming in from Japan from the Yakuza to down here, where they somehow get over the border and into the hands of Southern American hostile survivor groups which are causing havoc and stiffling recovery from the outbreaks. The Mexican's and Yakuza are making a fortune off of the business, in addition to their normal drug operations. And these... cultists are starting to become a danger to the destabilization of this area again, and in a way worse then we predicted years and years ago when all we were worrying about were Drug Cartels taking over. They're causing more trouble then these Guerrilla's are, swine flu or not, both for interrupting our assets operations and the government here. I have here the signature of the C.I.A director and the United States secretary of homeland security on these reordering of priorities. Realize that were you stand means you are out of F.B.I jurisidiction and in C.I.A Jurisdiction, and the department of homeland security, not the F.B.I, calls the shot about the border guards.
The new priorities say Continue on with them for now but take a harder line with them for them to get what they want. Your... carrot... has been leaked and now theres some major, and pretty... acidic... debates going on in Honolulu about this carrot. We want to get our worth out of something like that. When you finish up here, you need to go aid INTERPOL agent Karl Reinhardt against the cultists. We'll have a plane along with gear and more information that will pick you up and get you to him after all of this. If these hacks hassle you, slow you down, or just don't give enough for our offer, get out. Its not worth it. It was hard as it was to get permission for you to continue on with these negotiations. We want Karl Reinhardt back on his assignment yesterday.
Baldovino's business partners had their own ways of dealing with issues like this, but they were focused elsewhere at the moment and unable to come here themselves. Hence putting such a valuable asset like Baldivino possibly in the line of fire. The C.I.A directors signature had been easy, they were pretty business partners with Baldivino's partners too, but the department of homeland security had to be convinced that withdrawing border guards was a very, very serious action, which they had done. Baldivino didn't mention that the F.B.I and many other government agencies, and politicians from the senate, to congress, to the executive office were arguing over the "Carrot" being offered now, although with the arguments he offered none of that would matter... Baldivino did some stretching of the truth, told some partial truths, and added "a bit" of an inflation of the threat these fanatics posed, and the mention of the swine flu was just to help make it seem like Baldivino was from Carlita's side--- which his partners were, though Baldivino was more like an ally of opportunity.They thought it would be better for the United States if they still had border guards on the border. However, they had some reasons on why they might want them to be able to come through--- the most basic and most unclassified reason was so that the Guerrilla's would avoid fighting the border guards because it was a lose lose situation they could avoid. Border guard Bobby being shown in an obituary on the Sunday newspapers would be the last thing that the Guerillas would want because with how public opinion goes, as soon as that happened, they would soon become a nail that needed to be hammered down. Like this, they were just a dog that needed a good kick to the ribs but no one wants to be that evil, especially when it hasn't bitten anyone yet, or isn't biting yet, just growling. Through Baldivino this arrangment was made, even though the Guerrilla's didn't know the U.S Government was pulling their strings on the issue of the border. Use this to get out. It won't do as much though I imagine if these negotiations succeed, but if you threaten them enough with it, it'll still be enough to keep them from holding you there.
If they give you any bull crap, don't just hard line it, use this. Unless you close this deal, this is as good as waving a gun at them
Baldivino held out for her his "Calling card", which was pretty much a business card that led to no where, but anyone who knew about the card knew what it meant. That meant the Guerrilla higher higher and the Cartel's. Although if the Guerrilla's were able to get the border guards withdrawn he knew that card would be worthless, he knew they were NOT keen on a war with the Cartel or worsened relations with them... Baldivino, border guards or not, would probably have eternally strong ties with the Cartels, if only because of his operations in the drug businesses throughout North, Central, and South America. Baldivino's complacent and almost innocent smile (Nearly a smirk) was a bit annoying when you compare the look with all that was going around them and what he was saying... and he absolutely stank of reminders of WW2 when the U.S Navy worked with the Mafia to catch Nazi Spy's. It seemed like another alliance like that had been struck.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 13, 2009 1:29:41 GMT -5
Quicksilver stood in front of Anthony, not sure how to answer the question. Not because of some philosophical reason or because he didnt know who he was on the inside, but for the simple reason that he didnt have any vocal cords. Probably some cosmic joke to make a BOW that could think and reason, then take its ability to communicate away. God, he hated that Dr. Ramsey...
Quicksilver, having forgotten his pocket notepad on the plane, looked around. He finally settled on the sand beneath their feet. Using his finger to scratch out a message, he stood and worked on cleaning his WASP knife. The message read "Quicksilver. Most call me Silver."
It was only then that he realized something. He knew the names of the two extras, along with their boss. He wasnt sure what good it would do to their current operation, but he was sure Karl could send it off to HQ. At least figure out who they were.
"Karl, I have three names for you. Ivan Volkov, deceaced. Frankie DeFontaine, around here somewhere. And some evil genious comic book soundin' bad guy by the name of the Surgeon. Run them, see what comes up. As for the lawyer, what do I do now? Stealth is pretty moot at this point." He said, calling to Karl through the implant like a two way radio.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 13, 2009 14:03:57 GMT -5
Karl repeated the names and forwarded them to their pilot again, who again reported for him so he could focus on following the fanatics who he was sure were probably going to catch onto him soon. Then Karl says to Quicksilver
Silv, just make sure he stays alive, and find this surgeon guy if you can. Watch his back for me, I'll keep tracking down these cultists. The Yakuza will have to take backburner for now for us.
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jun 14, 2009 21:11:06 GMT -5
"You're CIA?" Carlita asked finally. Looking down at Baldivino she thought she could probably take him. She was a fan of UFC and mixed martial arts, she was a fan of the technical fighting of the older fighters like the Shamrocks and the more brute force approach by guys such as Chuck Liddell, and if Bandivino was alone Carlita was confident that she could copy the moves well enough on him.
Enough of that, she told herself. She slowly walked past Baldivino, trying to make it look like she was deep in thought.
"Let me see if I have this right. You are CIA, you are trying a more direct approach in finding the bioweapons, and you have cultists involved in this somewhere as well?" Thinking about what she was told she added, "and you want me to find this Karl person?"
Didn't Mina know someone called Karl? Digging at the ground with her foot Carlita thought she remembered that and said as much to Baldivino.
"She thought the carrot as you put it would entice these guirellas in telling up where this sealed evil in a can everyone's el cagar themselves over was." Given how Baldivino appeared to be willing to break the rules to suit himself Carlita wondered if that worked both ways. "You have a radio, I ask."
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Post by thegunny on Jun 14, 2009 21:39:29 GMT -5
OOC: I'm assuming your asking for proof Baldivino is on your side.
Baldivino smiles quietly, seemingly amused as he continues to hold his "Card' Out. He says casually
Good luck with that. I'm not in the C.I.A, I didn't say I was. I am merely the messenger. If you think I'm bluffin, here, talk to the secretary of defense. If you don't believe me, get him to hand the phone to the director of the C.I.A, he should be there too. They're at their computer watching us right now I imagine
Baldivino quietly reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small disposable, and probably cloned and untraceable cell phone, and held it out for her. He used the speed dial and connected to a similar phone which was in the hands of the defense secretary, equally untraceable, who then answered gruffly, the familiar voice of the man who had taken part in many a press conferences as of late
Yeah? Daylight is burning, and operations are counted in minutes, not hours.
By the sounds of things, he WAS watching them...The Guerilla's got edgy as they saw her take a phone, but Baldivino shot a menacing glare at them he probably had shot many a times before, possibly at innocent shopkeepers and restaurant managers, and his Cartel allies stepped forward as a show of support, and the man on the .50 caliber machine gun unloaded and reloaded his machine gun purposefully, letting the loud click echo through the silence and remind the Guerrilla's how they'd find out soon enough how hot hell was if they did anything stupid.
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millinniummany3k
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jun 20, 2009 8:04:23 GMT -5
"You made your point," Carlita assured Baldivino, taking the phone off him. "Thanks." She hoped she sounded convincing enough. As it was, Carlita thought she had enough of an idea about the CIA to that if half of what he said was true then he really was a devious, conniving agent. Sergeant Chambers from Afghanistan might suggest he was preparing the whole area to be bombed, a prospect she didn't find too appealing at all.
Ahd that would be if the Agency were trying to put a violent end to the boarder disputes. With the virus on the line Carlita wondered exactly how far the CIA would go.
"This is actually a joint Bureau\Marine operation," she reminded Bandivino, even though with Mina's involvement extending to convincing Carlita to look into it that wasn't exactly true. "And my commander might know this Karl person you are after. I call her, okay?" Not knowing if that was alright Carlita began to dial the number, hoping that if she was careful she would be able to let Mina know what was going on and find out what to do next.
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Post by Scorpio on Jun 22, 2009 17:12:02 GMT -5
The cultists trucks returned to the missions grounds. Several patrol groups met up with them to help with the offloading.
"The serpent god has rewarded us well today!" The leader spoke up.
crates were moved off the trucks, filled with various shiny valuables, rolex watches, jewlery, conflict diamonds and anything else the serpents had gathered from the victims they attacked. The cults sacrifices kept them well fed and ready to rest for the cult to retrieve them from the nests. ***************************************************
"Silver huh? You with the local military? police?"
Anthony searched Ivans body, a can opener, few tinned foods and chocolate bars. Besides the radio nothing valuable, and his armour was custom fitted to his large frame.
"Well, seems we have a mutual problem with these robed lunatics. If the surgeon is involved it's only going to get messier." ***************************************************
Frankie flinched as his PDA beeped, recieving an email.
CONTINUE ON MISSION. CONTACTING LOCAL HIRED GUNS FOR BACKUP. MOVE TO STAGE 2.
"Freakin A." He gathered his gear to move to the next few rooftops. "Was gettin sick of playin watchman with these snake lovin morons."
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