You all herded into the building at the same time your arrivals timed down to the minute. Some of you who came in via car are even a little suspicious of the traffic delays. Silent men and women in the ubiquitous armored uniform of Docwagon direct you towards a squat bunker like structure amidst the perfectly manicured lawns and gleaming stone surfaces. Towering over the complex is the Docwagon headquarters its logo blazing bright in the shallow light of Dusk. A helpful helpfull AR tag pops up as you look at the logo reporting how many contract holders live in the Seattle 'plex and how many Docwagon teams are currently out saving lives and helping people. Your escorted past a simple wall made of polished granite names of fallen employee's etched into its surface. The doors to the ops building open and your lead down a series of corridors by a pleasant looking Italian woman the form fitting uniform clinging to her attractively but not immodestly. Her AR tag reads < Coleen Steffano> as she directs you to seats. The auditorium is huge capable of holding at least 50 people comfortably in leather seats spacious enough to sit a troll without discomfort and allowing more human sized personages to stretch out. At the front of the auditorium a man stands behind a podium with the company logo on the front. He's handsome, fair of hair and complexion, and physically looks young although the way he carries himself speaks to a breadth of experience. He's dressed in an expensive suit of conservative cut and styling and wouldn't look out of place amongst a crowd of salary men. His comlinks AR credentials read < Jeb Robards> and many of you have at least seen him before at your interviews although he rarely spoke during them usually preferring to let the HR suits do the talking. As the last of you file into your seats the lights in the auditorium go down and all outside wireless signals are suddenly lost as large screens flicker to life behind the podium displaying an AR augmented video. The very first scene after the logo is a soundless display of Docwagon personnel in fire resistant gear literally repel down into an inferno surrounding a small town from the back of a hovering helicoptor.

"Hello and congratulations on being here today, you've made it! You are all on the cusp of becoming something greater than your individual selves. By the fact that your here you've all been selected to join a unique organization and a unique company. You've been invited to join Code Black. While I won't pretend to judge your life up to this point or going forward I say with personal experience that it is the greatest honor I've ever been offered and it is one I work hard every day to live up to."

The music barely perceptible before now launches into a low key rendition of Dixie along with a very nicely done emotive track to go along with that bit of praise as the visual cuts to a shot of Docwagons world headquarters in Atlanta.

"Docwagon was founded to provide life saving medical care in a world gone mad." Jeb continues the screens changing to stills of the Night of Rage, Lofwyr sitting in on the board of Saeder Krup by peeling away the outer window and peeling in with a almost baleful eye and other tumultuous events of the 2030's. "Our goal has always been get there and get em help, when that goal necessitated armed teams to get into places our competitors wouldn't, leaving their clients and innocent civilians to die in the process I might add. Our business has always been about putting the safety of our clients and civilians first. We've struggled in a world where Justice is for sale and order comes at the barrel of a gun to bring a little safety back into people's lives, and we've even managed to turn a profit in the process." The screen cuts briefly to a chart of profits and stock price for docwagon, an AR overlay also contains Crashcart's performance, it is not nearly as good. "Though our detractors paint us as mercenary medics the simple truth is we help a lot of people that we don't strictly have to. When other HMO's considered being an Ork and Troll a pre-existing condition Docwagon was figuring out how to get the newest type of gods creature into the ambulance without their horns cracking the windshield as we took turns." A shot of converted bus Labeled Docwagon Disaster response is shown against a backdrop of a fire in the barrens as a line of displace people of all metatypes waits to get aid. "Bottom line is, when the world needs us Docwagon is there." Shots of some of the first HTRT come to the fore showing earnest young military types in patchwork armor escorting almost comically nervous looking medics into the middle of a full scale riot. The next shot cut to is a shot of a similar riot instigated by Neo-Anarchist forces in the Terminal section of Manhattan, a semi surrounded on all sides by protestors as an HTRT chopper comes over head and drops a team to extract the driver from his embattled vehicle. A barrage of tear gas and non lethal weaponry later the driver is being medivaced and the crowd is backing away from the truck. An AR window helpfully pops up <Casualties: 0 >.

"Our High Threat Response Teams interact with only a fraction of our clients but there is no one that denies HTRT's are the public face of the company selling contracts by ensuring that our customers know that we can enter most any situation to help them and pull their butts out of the fire." He smiles against the back lighting of the display. "I say this with no disrespect that the HTRT are the finest medical sledgehammer ever invented." Background cuts to a composite shot, HTRT in a forest fire, gang warfare, hot biological, and Nuclear situations, all getting people to safety. The pictures are obviously captured on scene but they look good enough to be from a Trid movie. The music then draws down and the lights go out, a much more somber emotive track plays against a soft rendition of taps. "But a hammer isn't the right tool for every job." The screens come up displaying a still shot. A Docwagon HTRT crouched around a nuclear bomb guns blazing at unseen attackers. "On November 2nd 2064, Docwagon agents received an emergency request for aid from the CAS government about a Nuclear device near Atlanta atop a otherwise quiet fault line. The device itself would have destroyed the city and the potential aftershocks and quakes would have potentially devastated the region. Our HTRT teams 10 and 12 were immediately mobilized and sent to the site by chopper. Their surprise attack prevented the Winternight terrorists from detonating the bomb remotely or immediately on site, however our combat doctrine of lightning attack and quick egress meant the teams were badly outmatched as Winnternight reserves attempted to retake the area. Those brave people held out against impossible odds knowing full well that the help wasn't going to be there in time. Their sacrifice bought Ares forces time to redirect a thor shot to neutralize the site." Cut to a bronze statue of the same earlier image on the corporate campus in Atlanta. "It has become clear to the corporation that no matter how good we try and be, no matter what value's we try and honor, there will be those who will hate us for what we stand for..." The screens display a shot of a Neo-A riot in Manhattan displaying anti-corporate propaganda. "...what we are....." The screens cut to shots of Los Alamos 20k and Spike gang members holding anti-metahuman and anti-human propaganda respectively ".....or those that would end a world out of their own nihilistic beliefs" A shot of the Thor's hammer symbol of the Winternight cult is displayed before being visibly blurred and broken by the Code Black symbol a Caduceus with its staff replaced by an obsidian black sword.
"The code black teams exist to broaden Docwagons tool set. Our other teams save literally thousands of lives a day, ideally you might save a few a week under your normal operations. I won't sugar coat it for you, most of the time you'll be catering to the needs of the wealthiest few percent of our client base and sometimes you may have to bend the laws or rules to get the job done, anyone who feels this criteria has been misrepresented to them may leave now with no hard feelings may leave now with a letter of recommendation either within the company or for your next position. For the rest of you welcome again to Code Black. I will now take any questions you may have before letting Coleen help you get settled into your quarters and facilities and allow you time to meet your team mates. A few of you have been singled out by the egg heads in HR for the possibility of the team leader slot so I'll be calling those folks back to my office at some point today. Any questions?"

(OOC: Basically they use the old military trick of playing ont he ehrd mentality, throwing you all in a room together on as equal a footing and then throwing a bunch of stuff at you early to cause you to bond. It also allows us to start a little bit in media res)

Monday, March 7th, 2072
[PAN: Matt Cordova, Passive Mode, AR]

DocWagon regional Headquaters

Zues raises his arm, inquiring, "So when you refer to the NEEDS of the wealthiest few, what might those needs be? I mean are we looking at 'loss prevention' or 'asset liquidation'?"


OOC: To Zues, this question isn't about morality. "Code Black" pretty much sums it up. From his background he's worked military covert ops, corp security, and even moonlighted as a runner on occasion. Like any good trooper it's all about strategy and tactics. In this case: act the idiot, say something blunt, observe reactions. End result: people underestimate him, he gains knowledge. Point for Zeus.

Helmut sinks into his chair enjoying the sound as the leather gives way to his weight. He sits quietly during the presentation, nodding at points that he remembers from his life, not so much from being there, but seeing it on the news.

When Jeb finishes, Helmut starts to get up, but stops when he realizes others actually have questions.

The Doctor remained standing in the back of the room, close to the door, leaning against the wall. It wasn't that she was paranoid (a healthy sense of self-preservation is never bad, after all), so much as that she hated meeting here in the meat, with such a large group of people she barely knew or didn't know at all. Sure she could get to know them quite well, more than they'd like to let on, but she figured she'd wait and read their files soon enough. Just in preparation though, she concentrated for a second and called forth a friend from the Resonance, picturing a living embodiment of information and appearing in her AR view was soon a Spinx like creature, with a face made of paper with words appearing on its surface, changing constantly, which she communicated with mentally as she listened to the speech. Thanks for coming, I may need help from you soon, going to want to find what I can about these people as best I can before I actually deal with them. Mind if I call you Scribbles, on account of your face? Nodding as she listened, she made a mental note to keep names of all she noticed in here for the data search later.

Smirking silently to herself (and to Scribbles), she shook her head at Zeus's question. He doesn't seem to get it, or maybe he does. We do still work for DocWagon, but we're only a step above runners. Our main job is to save lives, but the difference is, we're allowed to take them in order to save others. It's not an option I like taking, but it happens. What about you Scribbles? She continued multitasking while the rest of the group talked, taking note of Helmut's trying to get up then sitting back down, taking in the group, all while talking mentally to the "chatty" sprite.

OOC: Dunno if you wanted to set colors for certain forms of communication like some of the other threads here do or not, but I though it would help differentiate that she's using her mental connection with her sprite and no one actually hears her talking.

Monday, March 7th, 2072 0600 hours
[PAN: Ariel Juagahan, Public Mode, AR]
Joanna's Apartment

With a gentle wake-up from his commlink, Ariel rolls over to get a little more time with Joanna before get into the shower.
I could get accustom to this really easily. A moment later, *sigh* It's time to find out how all these interviews turned out. rolling out of bed and strutting naked into the bathroom. Once out of the shower, all cleaned up and dry he slips on his suite and stows his pistol and knife in there concealment holsters. Kissing Joanna as she still slept he slipped out the door. Climbing into his truck he heads off the to regional headquarters for DocWagon.

DocWagon Regional Headquarters

Arriving at his destination Wow, that's timing were all here almost at once. This place looks nice, that looks like real grass and real stone even. Ariel finds a seat and makes him self comfortable. He watches the presentation with interest seeing video and pictures of events he has only heard about here in Seattle. That's a load off I made it. sighing lightly. After the presentation has finished he looks around at the other faces in the room to see who he'll be working with. Interesting bunch we have here looks like this is going to be fun.

Jeb's smile remains firmly in place hardly even skiping a beat before answering.

"I think you misunderstand Docwagon is in the business of saving lives and protecting our clients. Code Black is an extension on that in that it brings a greater variety of skills to the table for doing so, but we are not a mercenary outfit, we might delve into protective details for certain well playing clients but Docwagon isn't hiring bag men or contracting hits. I'm sure I've just misunderstood you on that sugestions and I sincerely hope someone from our legal department never hears you or anyone on this team speak of that sort of thing."

Monday, March 7th, 2072 0530 hours
Comm- Passive

Kristof sets his soycaf down as he balances his foot on the chair at the kitchen table to adjust his laces and check his ankle holster. He looks up as his brother walks through the back door. Obviously just home after one of Michael's all night party binges. Without even a look at his brother, Michael grabs Kristof's soycaf off the table and takes a seat opposite shading his eyes from the overhead light.

Kristof just rolls his eyes, "Morning bro, looks like you had an interesting night."

Michael looks up then quickly regrets it as the lights cause hid headache to throb. "Hey, you know how it goes, gotta entertain the perspective investors. You know, you could always..."

Kristof holds up his hand to stop his brother, "No, I am not giving you any more money for your ridiculous schemes. One of these days those schemes of yours are going to bite you on the ass and I am not going to be around to save it."

Michael just gets up and heads back to his room, taking the soycaf with him.

Kristof just rolls his eyes again, thinking That conversation has gone in the same direction it always does. He yells at his brothers retreating back "Don't forget to have the drone mow the lawn, you know how that how the Homeowner Association President bitch gets anal about the grass..." Grabbing his bag of gear, he continues "I'll be gone for a few days. This is the start of that Doc Wagon gig remember."

Doc Wagon Conference Room

Kristof follows along with the others, taking a seat where he can watch the others reactions. He makes sure to get a good look at everyone's faces to take a good snapshot. Something to start building a dossier on each of them. He listens to the speech paying particular attention to the images being shown. Watching the good being done. When he hears Zues ask his question he rolls his eyes, but he also kicks on his simrig so he can come back and study everyones reaction.

DocWagon Auditorium

When Buckshot entered the room, he purposefully selected a seat near the rear. He made himself comfortable in the leather chair, legs stretched out and relaxed.

As video begins and Jeb begins his spiel, Buckshot quickly grows bored begins to glance around the conference room, taking note of the others present.

The presentation ends and Jeb asks for questions. When the elf asked the first question, Buckshot frowned. He felt bad for the elf. You only get one chance to make a good first impression and the elf failed his.

Monday, March 7th, 2072
[PAN: Matt Cordova, Passive Mode, AR]

DocWagon regional Headquaters

"I wonder what ambiguous terms the legal department uses for it?" Zeus's attention coprocessors are helping to scan the room, as he leans back in his comfy chair, but most of the new team seems uninterested. "Mr. Speaker isn't cutting any slack. Either we're really out to save some lives, or we ARE in-house contractors. Have to wait and see I suppose..."

"Not suggesting anything. Just looking for some clarity is all."

DocWagon Auditorium

When Vincent entered the auditorium, he chose a seat in the front and center. He also leaned forward and payed close attention to everything that was said, all the while making small notes at random times. Somehow, however, he managed to make this look professional, rather than brown-nosing.

He patiently waited through Zeus's question, and the subsequent answer, before extending a question of his own. "If I may, what resources will be available to us to ensure the success of this endeavor?"

Op Center Auditorium Monday March 7 0700 and change
The speaker raises one hand palm out as a concilatory gesure."Clarity is good, I wouldn't have opened the floor if i didn't want questions and given your background Mr. Cordova it's understandable. Our primary purpose is the saving of our clients lives, occasionally that can take the role of counter intelligence or protection. To put it simply it's a lot simpler and cheaper for the company to beat a B&E or assault charge on one of it's agents then to defend agaisnt a breach of contract proceeding. He pauses as if considering something. "I'll give you a fairly text book case that occured in manhattan. One of our clients decided to visit a night market in the underground, While there they were captured by an organ legging gang who realizing what they have decided to com the victims mother. She invoked the hostage recovery clause on her super platinum family plan. Sending an armed corporate presence of any type into the underground is at best fruitless at worst potentally suicide as the area houses just a laundry list of threats or just people who might have forwarned our targets of the raid. Code black got the call we learned of an otherwise respectable business that had a passage to the underground that ended out right near the target. Intel indicated the business management would be hostile to using their premises so we went in under cover of assumed identities. Net result, hostage saved and we were even able to liberate a bunch of other unfortunates who were on the gangs choping block, the only people that got hurt or killed were direct combatants and organ leggers which personally I see as the fat free cheesecake of killing." He smiles a bit at his own joke and also has his eyes briefly closed as if he's recalling from memory. "There are literally thousands of years of case law on the books that forgive or even encourage non-capital crimes in the name of human safety or the public good. We ride that destinction carefully because in the modern legal landscape our best defense is usually not being there when the smoke clears if it comes to that. Does that explain where we stand?"

He looks to Vincent. "When it is advantagous to fly the colors so to speak you'll have access to Docwagon gear and vehicles including both the stuff the HTRT uses as well as some pieces that are outfitted to Codeblack spec. For many insertions we have a modified Kestrel airframe transport chopper that can provide both insertion and extraction as well as on site fire support. Other gear may be available to you at your request. For more discrete missions we have a selection of other vehicles available some milspec some not and are open to inputs."

Scribbles the Datasprite plays across Doctor's AR feed sliding across her shoulder to scratch ineffectively at the walls. I don't like it here, they turned off the world. All the little comlinks in here can't reach the world. I could go talk to the peoples comlinks but that's not nearly as fun.

The Doctor nodded at Scribbles while peering out at the crowd, noting that everyone was taking in everyone else's faces. She was glad she'd decided to go with her usual meatspace outfit of goggles and respirator, as they masked most of her facial features, combined with the large and heavy coat she wore. All that could be made out by the others was that she was tall, female, caucasian, with dark red hair flowing down past her shoulders, obscuring her ears making it hard to tell if she's elf or human. I know Scribbles, that's why I didn't send you out. If I wanted to get information from them, I'd have asked for someone else. For now, I just want to have someone to talk to while we prepare for the work. When those doors open, you're going to be a very busy little sprite. Thanks in advance for that.

"Shouldn't you listen to the button manz?" Scribbles enquirers obviously perplexed.

I am listening, you of all people should know that those of us in tune with the true flow of information are quite adept at doing multiple things at once. Besides, I've heard most of this speech before, when they set up the same assignment back in New York. I was there when it started. I'm more curious about these newbies, and how they'll work out. I'm sure not all of them will be on the same team as me, quite a few people here, but we'll see. She continued scanning the crowd, occasionally returning her focus to Jeb and Coleen up front. Then she continued looking over the others: the elf who stuck his neck in a noose with his first question, the ogre who started to get up then sat back down, the elf up front taking notes and trying to be professional, the Filipino ork staying quiet for now, the.... human (hard to tell, he's a bit tall and burly, could be cybered though) checking everyone over carefully while seated, the large ork stretched out and relaxed, and others still, though they didn't stand out as much to her yet. Idly she wondered who would be teamed with her and who wouldn't. If push came to shove, she could always bribe Kritz for a dossier on everyone.

Vincent nods slowly. "How large of an area will we be covering?"

"That I can't really say, we've decided to base a code black contingent here in Seattle because it has a signifigant concentration of our super platinum customers as well as a high concentration of our customers of all types so your team will primarily serve around here. However at the very least we may need to uproot to LA as it's another hot spot for us. Additionally when a major crisis like a natural disaster or war or something similar happens the plan is to send Code Black as we'll be the best equipped and able to go without opening up a hole in the HTRT rotation.

DocWagon Auditorium
[PAN: Helmut Leipzig, Public Mode, AR]

Helmut sits quietly as Jeb answers questions. He's never really been one to question what's happening or his role in it. He's just waiting to get settled in and find out where the good grub is to be had.

He looks around the room, not caring that it's obvious he's checking it and those in it out. Orientations are always like this, the 'cool' crowd always hanging out in the back of the room, the 'keeners' being front and centre. That would put him in the loner crowd, middle and off to a side. That was fine with him though, he didn't need or want to be seen as anyone pretending to be cool or anyone pretending to be too eager. He was here for a career, no ifs ands, or buts about it. He's been with DocWagon long enough now to know how the regular game is played and he see's this as moving up to the major leagues, though the prospect that other major leaguers have bigger 'bats' doesn't exactly make him feel confident.

Op Center Auditorium, March 7th, 2072 0705
[PAN: Ariel Juagahan, Public Mode, AR]

Ariel Looks around at those asking questions and taking interest in the conversation. "That would make sense with the FBI's ERT units they would cover almost world wide in that they cover allied territory along with homeland. Which had multiple levels of why we did it one of the prominent was the Governments bottom line. They would cover everywhere they could. I don't think DocWagon would be any different really because of the bottom line, we are far more expenditure friendly and insure profit security." Still looking around and taking note of who was listening.

Op Center Auditorium, March 7th, 2072 07015
[Erika Elite PAN: Doctor, Passive Mode, AR]
[Novatech Airware PAN: Ranae Fairchild, Hidden, AR]
[Biological PAN: Caitlin Tennant, Hidden, AR + Scribbles]

Despite her reassurances to Scribbles, the lack of data flow was starting to get to her, and she began gritting her teeth eying the door, looking to see if there was a way to open it without setting off some kind of alarms or shutting off the whole program, not a lot, just that slightest crack needed to let the information back in. Mentally, she created a text message and shot it off to Jeb's commlink.



Turning to Scribbles, she tried to grin a bit. If this takes much longer, we may have to find who the tech heads in this room are and maybe give their systems a bit of a test, just to feel something of the truth. Let's give them a few more minutes before we decide if we aim to misbehave.

"Very well put Mr. Juagahan. While you guys will work best if we give you a stable play ground so to speak to operate from, not to mention it just makes your home life easier, needs of the organization come first. During your operational and on-call weeks you should be prepared to travel at the companies need. We are aware of the sacrifice this entails which is why we do what we can to make your time at the dormitories as pleasant as possible and compensate you well enough that you can hopefully forgive the inconvenience.

Op Center Auditorium
[PAN: Samuel Archer, Passive Mode, AR]

Buckshot raises his hand. When Jeb points in his direction he asks, "How soon do you expect us to be ready to deploy into the field?"

Kristof chimes in before Jeb gets a chance to answer Buckshot's question, "And what's the team layout?"

Those questions are intrinsically linked the original plan was to group you guys into two smaller teams based on the way things shook out, but having so many applicants pass the selection process we've decided to go ahead and form a "heavy" team to see how the concept goes. The current plan is to spend a couple weeks inprocessing and getting you guys through some sims and working as a team. Once that's done because the company hates to have assets idle we'll likely send you out to assist the HTRT folks with a few ops while we wait for something to come up more fitting for your skill set. All of this is a perfect world scenario and presumes nothing comes up during that period. Further if we get any mission profiles that call for a partial deployment we may do that, but for now we're sticking to the full team concept.

Kristof leans forward, actually engaged in the conversation at this point, And lets say this is reality and there are no perfect worlds, If we get a job that meets our particular skill-sets tomorrow. Will we be sent out cold?"

"Well I'm not a psychic and can't speak specificly to what comes up tomorrow this team represents a significant investment or resources and time and it would be a waste of those resources to send you out into the field without at least getting a period to confer amongst yourselves and go through some practice runs. Plus I need to name a field leader and other chain of command positions so there's a clear clain of command if you guys loose contact with HQ. On that note...."

Everyone's comlink pings slightly as the doors to the confrence room swings open allowing a flood of signals in from the outside world two men and a woman enter the briefing room. "Jeb a word please?" The woman asks her tone formal and polite but with a slight inflection that indicates it's not really a request even willfully cutting him off.. She appears to be in her early forties although she carries her age regally rather then trying to hide it through surgical means. Her suit is the latest of the zoe line fitting her well. The troll behind him and to her right is obviously heavily cybered with limb replacements looking like something out of a waking nightmare. He stops and surveys the room glancing at everyone present with the same openly appriasing eye. Following behind them both is an elderly man his suit slightly out of fashion steampunk Victorian and he sports a cane that he leans on heavily, his eyes however are clear and bright.

Jeb looks to the woman and smiles once again unflappable. Certainly Miriam, Coleen please take everyone over and get them situated in the dormitory.

She sighed inwardly in relief, and could feel Scribbles' joy, as the world returned to the room. She did glance at the new trio, intrigued, and curious as to what was going on. Scribbles, please see what you can find on our new friends here for me, please? I'm curious as to who commands that kind of respect from Jeb, what she wants with him, and more importantly, how it affects us.

"Alright kids lets go getcha settled, grab your gear an follow me, rooms are first come first serve their all the same and all pretty swank but if someone needs a certain facing for feng shu or the like you can work it out amongst yerselves as long as there's no fightin' in the squad room." As Colleen leads you out the room Jeb is making small talk with the new comers it's fairly evident that their waiting for the audience to depart.

Buckshot stands and gathers his stuff. He slings a bag over his left shoulder and grabs the second with his left arm. As he follows Coleen, he extends his right hand and shakes the hand of any who will reciprocate. "Sam Archer, but my friends call me Buckshot." He just chuckles and gives a toothy ork grin to any who don't reciprocate and continues on without hesitation.

Once at the dormitory, he stows his stuff in the first unoccupied room that he comes to, paying no mind to its location compared to others.

Noting the desire to keep everyone out, Doctor grinned before slipping her hands out of her pockets, pressing her hand gently against the wall before pushing herself to standing, placing her kanmushi crawler drone on the wall behind one of the nearby chairs, and then moving over to the row in front of her, leaning over the side at the people still sitting, threading a complex form all the while. "Let's go people, get moving so they can have their chat. Find your rooms, and then let's get to work on the drinking beer and swapping life stories, the only way we're going to work well together is to trust one another." As she's leaning over the seat, she drops the complex form and uses the program in her Novatech commlink before she slips it down into the folds of the chair, having just commanded the microdrone to follow the group and record everything to the link. With that, she steps out of the room, following Colleen.

Kristof grabs his bags and makes his way after Colleen. He smiles to himself as he watches the attempt at planting the bug. I wonder how that is going to fly if she gets caught. He makes his way through the crowd acknowledging Buckshot and attempting to return the handshake when they both have their arms full. "Names Kristof, nice to meet you."

As they walk through the complex toward the dorm, he slips up next to Doctor and whispers conspiratorially, "Let me know what you find out, that is if I am the only one that saw that and you don't get busted. Getting those back is going to be a pain by the way. Better hope we use that room again soon. Never know when someone else is going to sit in that seat."

"I spose it was a bit rude of me deahs I'm Colleen, i'm the armorer for the Code Black detachment and also kinda the defacto maintenance woman on the dorms as well as it's easier to do most stuff myself then escort one of the contractors in here. If you got a problem with you gear or need to get a new piece or something custom done you come see me. Now before ya little eyes light I up I will mention that with you kids coming on that there's 24 people on the code black roster plus all the miscelanious folks I sometimes have to take care of who arn't in the program itself. So you'll have to put your requests in via the computer for most things and I'll work em as quickly as i can. Jeb just linked me he wants to meet with some of you guys who have been with a while or who got military or law time to pick a team leader. Caitlin he'd like to talk to you first and then he'll call for some of the rest of you. Caitlin' once you've put your gear in your room please head back to the ops building, the bosses office is on the third floor, can't miss it.

She nodded and headed up to pick herself a room, marking it as hers in name only before slipping inside, taking off her coat, and respirator, pushing the goggles up on her forehead, before stepping back out, revealing that she'd been wearing a form fitting (and what a form it was) DocWagon uniform (her remaining minidrone hidden in a pocket), and now that the gear was off, it was revealed that she was in fact an elf, and one of the more attractive ones, carrying herself with a grace and confidence few did. Those looking upon her likely guessed her role to be that of face instead of tech support, which she smirked to herself about. Let them think what they want. Looking over her shoulder at the group as she headed back to the ops building, she spoke quickly. "Don't get used to it, this is one of the few times you'll ever see me in uniform."

As she walked, she reviewed the information Scribbles brought to her. Good work Scribbles, thanks a lot, this looks interesting. I wonder what they have in mind for us, guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we. Coming to a stop at Jeb's door, she knocked to see if he was in yet, or still downstairs with the bosses.

The door is quickly opened and you can see in Jeb's office. Though you only saw it a couple times in new york due to being on different teams Jeb's love of all things Cowboy is well known in office lore so the decor of the office and the longhorn skull you pass under over the doorway is no suprise. Jeb is sitting in his a high backed leather chair and he turns to you as you enter, his smile looking slightly more business like then usual. Once your inside the armed dwarf also in the room shuts the door behind you and you feel yourself being severed from the Matrix at large once again.



Back at the dormitory Colleen watches and assist everyone else in getitng settled in to their rooms. The floors are more or less deserted all the other Code Black personell appear to be away at the moment.