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Kiedo
15:54:24 Downtown Seattle - DIMR campus Research Building

The rain came down in sheets, and Jack wondered if there any letting up. He hadn't seen it rain like this in what, two years, and the though of sending out a team to inspect something that probably wasn't anything at all did sit well on Jack's mind. The man sitting in his office, with the really nice tattoo of a skull with a snake crawling in and out of it's eyes, had asked for a very routine service from Project Pandora, but something just didn't seem right.

"So Mr.- Parkinson was it," Jack intentionally forgot his name trying to find some hole in the man's story.

"N-no it's Perkins," he seemed more nervous then neccisary to Jack.

"Right, Mr. Perkins you want me to send a team to your property to investigate some paranormal phenomenon," jack didn't buy it for one second, if it was just that why was he so nervous, and where had he seen that tattoo before?

"Well I don't think it's just some ghost or angry hearth spirit sir, the things that happen there are just too, vivid," he had paused before saying that last word almost listening to someone dictate.

"Too vivid how," now the man had caught jack's intrest.

"Does this just look like a trick of the mind," from his pocket he pulled a blood soaked rag, "No matter how many times I wash this thing the blood just comes right back."

"That is interesting," jack said taking the rag from Perkins, "I'll have my people take a look at this, I'll dispatch a team as soon as this rain lets up."

"Th-thank you," Perkins stands and offers his hand to shake.

Grasping his hand in a firm shake Jack reassures him, "You really should worry it's probably just some angry spirit trapped in your building," but what Jack didn't know was just how right he was.

After calling his secretary and having her escort Mr. Perkins out, Jack sits back down holding the bloody rag staring out at the rain.

This seems more than just a minor thing, to be able to manifest blood out of no where... Better send team catalyst in.

Team Catalyst had been hand picked by jack out of the already elite members of Project Pandora, they were the best that the project could offer. Comprised of seven members, they were on call 24/7 ready to mobilize and remove any threats.

17:42:06

Your cellphone buzzes new text message:
Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack
HMHVV Hunter
Jonathan Hawk sits on his couch in jeans and a t-shirt, glad to have some free time to himself. His free time was something he treasured, and he intended to use it to relax and forget about his work for the time being.

*ring ring ring*

"Dammit," Jonathan grumbles as his cellphone goes off.

Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack


"Duty calls," Jonathan grumbles and gets up, heading out to the Pandora HQ.

We wouldn't be called in unless it were something important, Hawk thinks as he makes his way to HQ. Wonder what unspeakable threat we'll be facing this time?
jklst14
Sweat trickled down Minx's brow as she struggled to catch her breath. The lean and taut muscles of her lithe body glistened from the exertion as her lungs struggled to keep pace. She wanted to rest but even though she was tired, she knew better than to stay still. Keep your feet moving, girl, she reminded herself again and again.

Warily, she studied her opponent as he unleashed a series of powerful blows. He was a tall and well muscled man, easily 30 centimeters taller and 40 kilos heavier than she was. Scars and tattoos adorned the exposed flesh of his broad chest and muscular arms as he pressed forward aggressively. Certainly, to the casual observer of the bout, the smart money would have been on him.

Nimbly sidestepping his attacks, Minx rolled sideways, coming to her feet in a crouch several meters away. That was close... but he's getting sloppy... She could see it in his eyes, the frustration and impatience growing by the second...

Remember, what they all call you, girl. Keep moving. If he grabs a hold of you, you've lost...

Then, the tension and stillness of the moment was broken by a series of beeping ringtones.

"Damn! Sorry, I have to get this... And just when I was about to kick your sorry ass." Her grin was wry and playful as she reached for the phone tucked into her nearby gym bag.

The man chuckled as he grabbed his water bottle and took a swig. "Next time, I'll get you, you fragging nimble little minx... I'm hitting the weight room... See you later..."

QUOTE
Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack


Reading the text message, Minx grinned.

Thirty minutes... Just enough time to grab a quick shower if I hustle... I hope Jack has something good for us. Training is getting a little boring and I could use a little real action...
Thanatos
Sitting at the tatoo parlor in the chair of his favorite artist, Lingo had just gotten the wings of his Arc Angel tatoo lined in. Just as Chris pulls the tatoo gun from Lingo's right cheek Lingo's phone starts to play the intro to "Vegan Death March" by Dark Cornucopia, His favorite elven Punk band.When he checks his phone he sees...

Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack

"Shit! Guess will have to color it in some other time"says Lingo.

"Yah no problem should i put this on your tab"replies Chris

Ha Ha you know it.

Leaving the parlor he gets into his 64 Chevy S-10 and drives off towards HQ.
perfect complex
laying on the couch in his apartment watching cartoons Donnovan wonders what he should do tonight feeling bored as usual although content watching TV when his phone begins to vibrate.

Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack

"well this covers something to do i guess, but i can get there in less than 30 minutes so ill just finish this show first."

ten minutes later, ignoring the rain, Donnovan hopes on his Blitzen and heads towards HQ

Kiedo
Guess I better get there myself, don't want anybody getting there before me.

"Stacy, I'm off to the lab," he gives his secretary a wink on his way out and makes his way down to the parking garage. Working for a secret organization pays very well and the latest trend in performance vehicles was sitting in the spot marked "Director of Research" reflected that. Jack had just picked up the Catalyst RS-500 fairly recently and the photovoltaic paint he had put on still shimmered like new. The RS-500 was a blend of luxury car and hyper exotic sports car, the telling sign of high class to Jack Crowley. The car jumped to life automatically when he got within 3 meters, and the wild roar of the motor jumped the sound level to almost deafining volume. Sliding into the car with the grace that comes from years of practicing, Jack instructed the car to go to the head quarters of Project Pandora, Jack's real job for DIMR.

As the car sped along the back roads and allyway programed into the navigation system jack pulled out the bloody rag and examined it. It seemed to him that something like this as a part wasn't a major ordeal, but he soon felt that it was a telling sign of the larger problem at hand.

The sleek RS-500 pulled onto a deserted road that streatch on into thick undergrowth, he had overseen the building of this road and had gone to extra lengths to make sure it looked exactly as it did. After a few miles on this road it emptied out into a tall fence line and a lone sentry standing at a very large gate, Jack switched the car into manual drive mode, and pulled slowly up to the check station.

"Evenin' Joe," he gave a perfunctory wave and then was onto the buisness of swipping his access card. The gates slowly opened and jack pulled the car in and down another vacant looking road. After a few of travel the thick underbrush turned into well groomed lawn and a very large estate manifested out of thin air. It took a lot to keep that invisibility spell up but it was well worth the privacy it afforded. There were a line of empty parking spaces along the front of the building and jack took the closest one to the door relieved that no one had arrived here before him.

The troll gaurding the front, with a casual hello, moved aside from his post and opened the door for Mr. Crowley, telling him that it had been quiet all day. Making no haste, jack decided it would be best to leave a message with Tim explaining were team Catalyst should meet him.

"Tell the team to meet me in the dining hall, call me when they get here," not waiting for a response from the troll jack proceeded to the lab area to get this sample anaylzed.
Streak
Burke took cover behind a tree as high speed projectiles tore through limbs over his head. He had been spotted! His carelessness cost him his advantage of surprise. Outmanned and outgunned, he tried to think quickly about what to do. Anticipating that his enemies would flank him, he began to shift lower to the ground deeper into the brush. They would definitely try to flank him, after all, it's what he taught them. With that more projectiles parted the limbs above his head ... it was then he felt the drip upon his forehead ... fresh and sticky. Looking up he saw fresh paint dripping from a couple of the larger limbs, spilling some of the contents upon him. paint ball didn't carry with it the exhilaration of actual gunfire in the heat of battle, but served as a good way to keep a soldier's skills honed without need for flack jackets or trips to the ER for gunshot wounds. He shifted his position, carefully pulling some brush around him for concealment. It was then he saw him, out across the small corn field, near some trees. He only made a small amount of movement, but Burke's sensitive hearing picked up the shifting upon the dead vegetation. Burke recognized him for what he was, the bait. Burke knew once he picked off Drake, the other's would zoom in on his position, which means only one of the team must have seen him and they are separated! With the Burke began to smile and sunk a little further down into his perch .... awaiting the next move of his ex SWAT teammates. As the plan began to unfold within his mind, how to use the bait against the team without giving up his position ... his pager goes off! And the worst part is Burke forgot to put it on vibrate ... a tragic error on his part as most noticably Drake shot to attention dropping prone all the while sending a hail of fire in Burke's direction. Paint was flying everywhere .... Burke shouted to the other's he was out ... and with that stood up, customarily with his hands on his rifle held high into the air ... and stomped off the field unhappy with his error's in the field this day.

After he reached the safety zone, he read his message and quickly began to arrange his things. Making a quick change into clean clothes and Burke heads to his SUV.

Wonder what Jack has in store for us this time?
HMHVV Hunter
Taking the long walk from the train station to Pandora HQ, Hawk let his mind wander to the things that brought him to the organization.

A stinkin' car accident, he thought to himself. Five years later, I still can't believe that's what it all comes down to. The one night I'm unlucky enough to ride with a drunk driver, and I'm sent to Hell.

Hawk shudders noticably as the images come back to haunt him - deformed faces, oily black and sickly yellow skin, horrifying jaws, terrifying speed, deafening roars - truly the things nightmares are made of.

And he saw them during the trip. He was just lucky he wasn't caught by them.

He wouldn't get lucky for much longer, if he was right and they were indeed planning what he suspected.

Arriving at the HQ, Hawk follows the usual procedures and enters the building, heading for the dining hall where he was told to meet Jack. Pulling out his cell, Hawk dials Jack.

"Hawk's arrived," he says into the phone. "Dining hall, I believe it was where we're meeting?"
Ecclesiastes
Paladin growled low in his throat as he stepped into the alley. When he saw the orc teenage step out of the club in her purple vinyl suit, being followed by a few humans with bloodshot eyes, it was obvious he was about to see some action. Even in weather like this those fraggers don’t let up…

Lightning crackled and silhouetted his frame has he reached behind his coat and pulled out a stick about two feet in length. With a sharp spin the rod extended into a staff, Paladin’s weapon of choice. Checking out the alley in the astral, he could make the life forms that had moved to the rear, where the men were now beating and tearing the close off of the young orc.

Bzzzz… Bzzzz…

He ignored the pager, whatever it was could wait on this. Charging forward, the night saw blood. It wasn’t even a challenge. Years of training and experience put the men down in a matter of seconds. In the next moment, Paladin had his hand reaching out to the girl, helping her to her feet. He placed a fifty in her hand and said, “Get a cab home.”

“Tha.. thank you..”

With a simple nod, he turned, coat flaring behind him as he made his way down the alley. Bringing the page up in his display, he read what Jack had sent.
CODE
Your on, HQ thirty minutes
-Jack


Great… I was starting to get bored...
perfect complex
arriving at the edge of the the estates property Donnovan stops to swipe his access card giving a wave to the guard.

"fine weather for riding" he he says jokingly to the guard

with a smile and a chuckle the guard replys "indeed it is"

pulling up to the estate Donnovan notices Jacks car is the only one here.

"huh, i figured id be the last one here"

parking his bike next to Jacks new toy he continues to the main entrance.

"hows it going Tim? any excitement for you today?"

"no such luke, its been quiet all day. Do you allows ride your bike in the rain?"

"best weather for any occasion don't you know."

"yeah i hear you. oh by the way the boss wants you to meet him in the dinning hall. ill let him know you have arrived" pulling out his cell phone he calls jack to let him know Donnovan had arrived.

"Thanks Tim ill see you around." giving a wave as he walked towrds the dining hall

Thanatos
Pulling up to the gate Lingo slides his ID card and nods to Joe the guard. The gates open and Lingo continues down the long path until he arrives at the parking area upon seeing Jack's and Donnovan's vehicles, Lingo decides to park next to Donavon's Blitzen. After exiting his truck and setting his alarm, not that there was much need here at HQ, Lingo strolled casually up to Tim
"So hows it been going Tim?"

"Oh not to bad, your meeting in the Dining Hall."

"Thanks."

"By the way I see you got another tatoo, Wings?"

"Yeah thats my Arc Angel, Now I just got to color it in. alright I better get going they're probably waiting for me."

"No, so far it's just Mr. Crowley, Donnovan, and Hawk."

"Good then I'm not Late. Well Later."
jklst14
The Suzuki roared like a jungle cat as Minx gunned the throttle, 100 kilos of precision Nipponese engineering thrumming between her thighs. Weaving through the traffic cluttering Intercity-5, she moved like a predator amidst the clunky econoboxes and bimbo box minivans. She gestured obscenely as she raced past a big haired suburban housewife in a Mitsubishi, leaving the made in Haiti, AA battery powered, plastic runabout choking in her environmentally unfriendly exhaust. Through the rain, the neon glow of endless billboards filled her peripheral vision. DRINK NUKE-IT COLA! WHAT'S GOOD FOR ARES IS GOOD FOR THE UCAS! BUY BIGGER BOOBS TODAY! GO SCREAMERS! SEE SAPPHIRE IV: THE REVENGE! Ignoring the constant flow of marketing drek, she focused on the task at hand as she started the music, 90 decibels of righteous tunes piped directly to her auditory cortex thanks to the magic of modern technology.

I wonder what Jack has planned? she thought to herself as she left the highway and travelled down the various lonely back roads. Approaching the front booth, she stopped the motorcycle. Flipping up her visor, she flashed the guard a winning smile then blew him a kiss as he let her in the complex.

Pulling into the parking lot, she counted the cars...

Fashionably late again.... But not the last this time...

Stepping inside, she handed her helmet to Tim as water dripped down her Victory Jumpsuit. The troll looked down at the much smaller human and spoke "Welcome, Ms. Marceau. Mr. Crowley awaits the pleasure of your company in the Dining Hall."

"Merci, Tim..." she replied as she sauntered off down the hall.

As he watched Minx depart, Tim spoke into his phone.

"Mr. Crowley? The Little One has arrived."

Ecclesiastes
Paladin's custom ATV streaks through the back alleys of Seattle and heads towards the DIMR building. Pulling into the drive, he gives the guard a nod, "Evenin' Joe."

"Evening Sir, go on in."

Coasting the vehicle into the complex, Paladin parks in his usual spot and kills the power. Moments later he is bounding up the stairs and walking through the front door.

"Evenin' Tim."

"Evening Sir."

Stepping into the meeting hall, Paladin greets everyone present, slumps himself into a chair and kicks his feet up. Its only then that he notices the bit of blood on his shoes. Oh well, I doubt anyone will be looking for those bastards anyway.
Kiedo
The dusky corridors of the Project Pandora building, once a vicotrian mansion, where decorated in fine tapestries and paintings. Jack never understood why all the fuss about the decor but he never said anything to Mrs. Daviar about it. Having you direct boss be the founder of the organization you worked for had it's perks, the expensive car sitting out front was only one of them, he had access to the secret libraries that contained books old enough to be called tomes that Dunkelzahn himself had collected through out the years, he even had copies of all the books in that library in a vault two stories under the complex, but he still liked to read from the real things.

As he made his way to the lab, he stopped and talked with all the security guards and personel along his path. After a lengthy chat with Dr. Fontain, the head scientist for the research division, he finally managed to get to the lab.

"Derek, what are you doing right now," Jack asked the young lab technician.

"Running a thaumographic scan of that sample we recovered from the blood magic site downtown," he looked worried that he might be getting in trouble. Jack had been known to run a tight shift, especially in the research department, and derek had been on the recieving end of his wrath a few more times then he would admit in the lunch room.

"Fine, I need you to drop what you are doing and check this out," jack pulled te bloody rage out of his pocket.

"Gross were did you get that thing," derek looked obviously digusted.

"A friend of Mrs. Daviar's brought it to me, it's from a haunted site," he handed the rag to Derek.

"So he wiped some blood off his counter brought it to you and said his house was haunted," Derek was now treading on thin ice, jack was not an easily fooled man and hated to be called such.

"Look at it astrally," he sighed

Derek's eyes rolled back into his head and went slightly limb on the counter which he was leaning against. As derek's astral for viewed the glowing black aura a voice called out to him, Come home childe, we are waiting for you.... The voice sounded like a thousand people saying the same thing at once, and derek snapped back to his body so fast that he had to vomit once had regained conciousness.

"Now, will you run the screen," jack sort of smiled, he wasn't happy that what he had in his hand was what he thought it was, but instead that Derek saw the problem and looked sorry for ever doubting him.

"A-all right, do you think it's safe," he asked shaken by what had just happened.

"So long as you are projecting near it alone you should be fine," jack tried to reassure derek, he needed him to analyze it and didn't want him going soft on him right now, "I've got a meeting in a few minutes, call me as soon as you get the results, no matter what, this is top priority." And with that Jack Crowley made his way to the dining hall.
Streak
Burke glanced at the clock again on the dash of his GMC Multi-Purpose Vehicle and looked around at the clossal constriction of vehicles herded together on the Seattle Metroplex highway.

Late, that figures. Oh well, it's probably another one of those training exercises Jack likes to run us through. You know, keep the team on their toes.

A smile ran across his face, only stopping to make a short leap across the end of his scar on his lower left jawline. Every time he smiled he thought back on that day. Burke had never been afraid of taking lead, he tried like hell to avoid it. After all, it isn't just the fact that a large piece of metal just forced it's way into your body at around 1200 fps, but that the metal comes out hot, burns once it's in your body, and their is nothing you can do to stop the burn. You just have to wait for it to cool on it's own. That is of course, if your still conscious. Burke was plenty conscious when that round caught him under the chin. No burning, effect becuase the bullet passed through his flesh and took most of his jaw with it.

God i looked like shit, got to respect those in the medical professions. Go in covered in blood from head to toe missing half my face and come out looking sexy as i am now.

Burke chuckled, and snapped out of his day dream as the traffic jam broke, leaving him a wide berth on the freeway. He punched it up to 10 over the speed limit, looking around for the Lone Star patrol cars. He activates his headware radio scanning the police bands for signs of trouble, so he could avoid any that may arise.

Hell, i am already late and it's a 15 minute drive from here. Jack will be pleased.

With that he made his way to the complex parking his GMC in the lot, same spot as he always does, being a creature of habit. When Burke passed Tim at the front, he nodded, recieving one in return from the rather large being.

"Jack wants to meet in the dining hall. The rest of the team is waiting on you."

Burke paused a moment, trying to absorb Tim's words then made his way past into the complex, wandering into the dining hall.

Damn, all this rushing around and i still havn't had time to change.

Burke is still wearing his all black jumpsuit, several blotches of paint cover his body mostly in the midsection.

Not seeing Jack in the room made him feel a little better about arriving late, so he takes a seat acknowleging anyone who talks to him.
Kiedo
As jack walked down the corridors of the large building a call came in over the radio, on the encypted line.

"Burke's here thats the last of them sir," Tim's metallic voice echoed over the airwaves, it was obvious he hadn't taken the time to pick up his radio, but instead used his subvocal mic. Reaching down to his side jack pulled his radio off his belt and responded.

"Excellent, lock down the front door, I don't want anybody coming in or out until I'm done with this meeting, standard lockdown proceedures for now I'll call you as soon as I'm done," Jack wasn't really sure why he locked down the front and not any other positions but it seemed like a good idea.

The giant oak doors that jack had installed on the dinning hall/breifing room stood closed and quietly opened one and slipped into the room. The team was all assembled, the only thing left now was to get them up to speed.

"Okay," jack said clapping his hands to draw attention, "this is not a drill like normal, if my suspicions are correct we have a priority 3 call that needs looking into, you are the best that Project Pandora has to offer thats why your here. For the past few days Mrs. Daviar has been crawling down my neck to get a team over to one of her friend's places to check out some paranormal activity, until about an hour ago I was just going to send a couple of the new guys to check it out and take care of it-"

"KKcht, Jack I've just finished testing your sample, it's nothing I've ever seen before, I ran the results through the database and it said I didn't have clearance to view the files," derek chimmed in.

Again unholstering his radio jack tried to straighten out the problem, "Did you get Dr. Fontain to try the search?"

"Yes, his badge was denied too, it says level 14 clearance needed," derek sounded worried.

"I don't even have level 14 clearance, forward it to my P-sec and I'll run it by Nadja," jack's face turned very pale and he went silent for a minute.

Level 14 clearance needed? why so high only a ten people maybe have that, this might be bigger then I was thinking

"Well I suppose you all heard that, I want you to be extra careful with this one, for it to be that well guarded a secret, I don't think it's just an over powered hearth spirit, we could be dealing with something much bigger. I'm forwarding all the information I have on the subject to those of you with pocket secretaries and for the rest of you I'll print you out a copy."

Jack walks to the table and plugs his P-sec into a cord that extended from the corner. From an almost invisible slit in the center of the table printed pages began to come forth containing the information for the team.

"Take a moment to look over them and tell me if you have any questions."

He walks over to a corner with a plush chair and sits down waiting for the team to look over the information

[ Spoiler ]
HMHVV Hunter
"Hmm...a blood magic group in a mental institution. Sounds like they found the perfect home," Hawk says sardonically.

"So what was the first indicator that something was wrong here - well, besides the obvious? And what does Perkins and his company have to do with this building and its mess?"
jklst14
Minx leaned back in an overstuffed chair, kicking up her heels as she rested her boots on the smooth surface of the table. Idly toying with a zipper on her jump suit, she looked about, feeling slightly bored. Probably just another training run... she thought to herself as she tuned out Crowley's words. With a thought, she brought the menu up on her image link. Mentally scrolling through the choices, she picked Andrea Frost's latest album. She relaxed as the tunes started, piped directly to her auditory cortex. Nice.... But I miss the Dreamers... I wonder when they're next album will be?

QUOTE (Kiedo)
"Okay, this is not a drill like normal, if my suspicions are correct we have a priority 3 call that needs looking into, you are the best that Project Pandora has to offer thats why your here.  For the past few days Mrs. Daviar has been crawling down my neck to get a team over to one of her friend's places to check out some paranormal activity, until about an hour ago I was just going to send a couple of the new guys to check it out and take care of it-"


She sat bolt upright in her chair, hitting her mental mute button and silencing the music as Crowley's words had obviously attracted her attention. "Sweet!" she exclaimed as she reached for her p-sec, spending a moment to scroll through the files.

Chuckling softly at Hawk's understated brand of humor, Minx chimed in excitedly. "Don't worry, Jack. Tell the Vice President she can get her panties out of a bunch. Project Pandora has things under control..."
Streak
Burke makes his way over and picks up one of the printouts, scanning the information in front of him. Reading them over, one thing tends to stick in his mind.

Why would there be such a high security clearance on a mental ward? This some government coverup?

Burke takes the printouts to his seat and reads them over.

"Who owned the facility before it was shut down? Was it a government funded facility? Has it changed hands before Perkins got his hand on it?"





Kiedo
Jack stood from his chair and began walking around the room as he spoke.

"The site has been haunted according to Mr. Perkins for about the last fifteen years, but up until recently the activity has been pretty much standard angry spirit MO. About six months ago a woman disappeared from the grounds during a survey to determine the best way to knock down the building. She reappeared two weeks later, insane and unable to speak, thats what sparked Mrs. Daviar intrest and our invovlement, since the facility isn't currently occupied it was low on my priority list until Perkins brought me an assensable artifact."

Perkins purchased it with the intention of demolishing the building and putting a housing development in, this was about two years ago, before that it was owned by the state and had been dog eared for a national park. But in light of the recent economic troubles sparked by renraku arcology shutdown the governement sold off a large amount of land they held to help cover expenses. And since renraku held a number of federal contracts and is now unable to delivery the promised services that has put the state of Seattle in quiet a pinch for cash, But I digress.

You will all need to be on your guard in this place, your not going in to banish anything just for now assess the situation and get the hell out for the record this is only a prority 3 case but I want you all to treat this as if it were priority 1. As always you can't tell anyone who you are or the nature of who you work for, since this is such a high risk I am going to collect your Draco foundation IDs, we can't afford to be exposed in this part of the game."
jklst14
"So they're going to tear down a haunted mental institution and replace it with houses? Something tells me those units aren't going to be selling well...." Minx replied with a wry grin and her usual sarcastic sense of humor.

Taking the ID tag off the front of her jumpsuit, she slid it across the table to Mr. Crowley.

"Sounds good, boss. I'm ready whenever the boys want to go," she added, gesturing to her teammates arrayed nearby.
Thanatos
QUOTE
"So they're going to tear down a haunted mental institution and replace it with houses? Something tells me those units aren't going to be selling well


"Oh, I don't know if you can find the right people you can sell anything",Lingo says as he tosses his ID to Jack."You might could even raise the price if you found just the right kind of Psycho."

Man, finally something exciting, It's been real boring lately, like all the tough paranormals went on vacation.
Ecclesiastes
Something ain't right. Level 14 clearance or something they are calling a P3? I don't think so...

"Sure Jack, we can handle it."

Paladin slides his badge over to Jack and begins to mentally go over a list of tasks in his head.

"Do we have any intel on the sight? Blue prints of the building, anything like that?"
Streak
Nodding in agreement to Paladin's suggestion of blueprints.

"It'll be especially useful if we are to do a night op. Not sure what you had in mind, but if we are to be on the grounds and not wanting to attract attention. A night op might be the way to go.", Burke adds as taking off his ID badge setting them on the table.
Kiedo
"Perkins has the blue prints for the site, I'll call him and have him meet you there, when ever you guys decide to roll out. As far as intel goes I've got two of the new recruits watching the place to make sure everthing is on the up and up, you can retrive whatever information they have when you get there." Jack proceeded back to the chair he was sitting in earlier deciding there were more questions to be answered.
perfect complex
Pulling out his pocket secretary Donnovan looks over the information quickly as he lays his ID on the table and looks at Jack

"So what's your take on the situation Jack. Do you think it might be a free blood spirit from the Skull and Bones?"
jklst14
QUOTE (Thanatos)
QUOTE
"So they're going to tear down a haunted mental institution and replace it with houses? Something tells me those units aren't going to be selling well

"Oh, I don't know if you can find the right people you can sell anything"

Minx grinned at Lingo, as she replied, idly toying with a knife as she waited for Jack to complete the briefing.

"You're probably right... You could build lofts and rent them to artists and yuppies... They love drek like that..."
Kiedo
Listening to Minx and Lingo's conversation jack decides to interject, "Hell I'd buy one, provided this thing isn't too powerful. As to what I think it is, I could not say. The astral signature of it doesn't match anything I've ever encountered before, but I can say with the utmost confidence, it's not a blood spirit, or even a great blood spirit."

Jack smiles and looks around the room obviously not worried about what it was.

These guys are the best the Draco foundation has to offer, there is nothing to worry about. But the why are you reassuring yourself...
Thanatos
QUOTE
Hell I'd buy one


looking strait at minx Lingo motioned towards Jack and replied,
"See, it just takes the right kind of psycho. By the way Jack"

Lingo turns to Jack, and says "Assuming we get this "Presence" banished you think he'd hook us up with discounted rates. Cause right now I live in a shit hole."
Kiedo
Jack chuckles, "I think we could come to some kind of arrangements, although with the old building still standing, and the companies motto, 'we build it the old fashion way, with hammers and nails', I don't think they'll be available for move in this quarter. Why don't you just live here, after all it is a mansion, the only drawback I could see is that you'd be at my beck and call 24/7...." Jack smiles sheepishly.
Thanatos
Lingo rubs his chin thinking about the idea.

Naw, I'm straight i'd rather live in my POS then this mansion.
HMHVV Hunter
Tossing his Draco Foundation ID onto the desk, Hawk sighs.

"So it's not a blood spirit...but it's evil. Damn, I miss the days of bug spirits infesting a city...So we're going in basically blind on this one?"
Ecclesiastes
"Looks like it. What do ya say Burke, want to head down now and take a look? Or should we wait for daybreak?"
Kiedo
"Basically, hawk, this will be a good test of the teams skills, I expect a full report on my desk from all of you when you get back," Jack's smile fades, "I can't stress enough how careful you all should be." Jack Crawford walks to the door of the dining hall, "You have your assignment, be safe."

As the door closes jack breaths a sigh of relief, and proceeds to the lab to double check Derek's work himself.
Streak
Burke watches as the team banters back and forth with Jack trying to acertain as much information as possible, he hears Paladin address him. "Looks like it. What do ya say Burke, want to head down now and take a look? Or should we wait for daybreak?"

"I'd like the team ready for deployment by 0300 hours, that will give us all time to prepare. We will have a few hours of darkness to cover us ... should be enough time to take a look around."

With that he turns and addresses the group, "Everyone listen up ..... As Jack said we are going to treat this Op as Priority One, so be outfitted accordingly. Bring Lowlight, Thermal and Flashlights, and pack light ... we don't want to leave any trace of our excursion. Make sure your able to handle heavy resistance, we don't know what we are getting into here. We'll meet here at 0230."

Burke turns to Paladin, "Since this is your field of specialty, you choose who be in our squads in case we need to split. We'll go with the standard 3 man squads with you and I as team leaders."

Burke raises his voice addressing the team, "Any last minute questions or concerns?"
Ecclesiastes
"Lingo, Minx, you two are with me. Over the comms we will be Team Outcast." Paladin gives Minx a wink.

"So yeah. Questions? Lets get em out now."

After a pause, he turns back to Burke, "Think you can make a call on our behalf and get us those blueprints ahead of time so we can spend some time going over a game plan before we dive into this drek hole?"
jklst14
0230? Damn, that's early... Minx thought to herself. Planning bored the drek out of her so the young human was more than content to let the others figure things out. I wonder if there'll be anything to shoot.... she pondered idly as she fiddled with her p-sec, reviewing the intel for a second time.

QUOTE

"Lingo, Minx, you two are with me. Over the comms we will be Team Outcast." Paladin gives Minx a wink.


Brushing aside some stray dark hairs, Minx blew Paladin a kiss and winked back, her expression playful and mischevious as she spoke in her Quebecois accent. "Mon capitaine? One question. Should I bring my sniping rifle? Or my Franchi?"
Ecclesiastes
"We'll be inside most of the time, so the Franchi would be the best bet. But I'd bring the rifle and keep it stowed in the van just in case it'll come in handy."
Thanatos
QUOTE

"Lingo, Minx, you two are with me. Over the comms we will be Team Outcast."


"All right with me BOSS",replies Lingo, "lets kick this pig!"
Streak
"That leaves Hawk and Donnovan with me, we'll be Team Spearhead."

He turns back to Paladin, "I'll see what i can do about getting those plans here before we leave."

"I suggest everyone get your things prepared and get some rest. I'll see you all at 0230." Burke grabs his printouts and heads out towards his vehicle.

Once in his MPV he makes a phone call .......
jklst14
QUOTE
"All right with me BOSS",replies Lingo, "lets kick this pig!"

Minx looked slightly puzzled as she replied in a French accent. "My English is not so good. What does this pig kicking mean?"

And as Burke rose to leave, she added "And are we meeting here?"
Streak
"Yes, we'll meet here and take one or two vehicles to the site."
Thanatos
QUOTE
What does this pig kicking mean?"


"Sorry Minx", said Lingo, "it's an old expression it means lets get things started. Or maybe it would help to say Laisse le début."
I can explain were it came from if it would help.
perfect complex
hoping down from his chair Donnovan stretches his arm up and lets out a long yawn as if just waking up.

"I'll see yall later, im going to go take a nap" yawning again as he talks "before we head out"

Donnovan slowly walks out of the dinning hall to his bike and begins to head back to his place.
Ecclesiastes
"Good plan, I'd suggest we all get some rest before loading up."
jklst14
"Ah, I see..." Minx replied somewhat dubiously, slowly nodding her head. Silly Anglos... she thought to herself, as she slid her p-sec back into its case.

Watching her teammates depart, Minx likewise wandered off. There were some hours left to kill and she seemed to remember there was a room nearby with a kickass large screen trid....
Thanatos
As everyone begins to leave Lingo decides his presence is probably needed elsewhere and heads to his truck.

"Yeah well see you guys later"Lingo said as he headed to the door.

Hey I probably have enough time to get my tatoo finished.

As lingo reaches his truck he begins to dial Chris,"Slingi'n Ink how can I help you", Chris says as he answers the phone.

"Hey do you have time to color in that tat"Lingo asked.

"Oh Lingo, yeah man just stop on by anytime".

"alright man on my way there"

Lingo continues into his truck and takes off towards the Slingi'n Ink tatoo parlor.
Ecclesiastes
Paladin heads upstairs and locks himself behind a thick oak door. Three hours of sleep is all he needs a night, so by midnight he'll be awake and ready for a new day.
HMHVV Hunter
Hawk heads upstairs for a nap, knowing he'll need to be rested before taking on something like this.

I got a feeling my sleep's gonna be pretty restless for a good while after tonight, he thinks as he drifts off.
jklst14
5000 channels and there's nothing good on... Minx thought to herself as she channel surfed. Another fragging golf channel? What's wrong with this country? Silly Anglos...

Tossing the remote on the couch, the slim young woman made her way down to the gym, too pumped with nervous energy to rest. I have no idea how they sleep... she thought to herself as she changed. Filled with anticipation and adrenaline, she itched for action. Taking a deep breath, she dove into the pool. Maybe some laps will calm me down... she thought to herself as she moved with steady, practiced strokes.
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