oneshott Posts

Ale: Dogfish head 60 minute IPA
Beer: Shiner Bock
Coffee: Caribou Coffee Obsidian black

Murphy smiled, "those are for your uniforms, custom tailored to your needs, comfortable and the material breathes well. Kevlar nomex blend material fireproof and fragment proof. Jon is in his ready room" she held out a key. "he's waiting in there, bring this too" she handed her a bottle of scotch and a cigar.

Browning chuckled, "it's a nasal spray, he just didn't have the right syringes for it. 1/4 in each nostril today, them the other half at the same time tomorrow" he shuffled through his jacket a moment then produced a bottler of water, unopened and not tampered with. "drink this after you spray it, the stuff leaves a bad taste in the back of your throat."

Winchester gritted his teeth as he pulled out his phone, "for the record, I fucking hate Forrest" he punched in the numbers and called Browning. Much to his surprise he heard the distinctively irritating ringtone Browning chose for Winchester, a high pitch tone that reverberated from just outside the door. Murphy sighed, rolled her eyes and opened the door shaking her head as Forrest came tumbling in.
"I was just in the neighborhood and-" he started
"-and you just happened to be pressed up against the door listening in? Right, don't you have better things to do than play spy, albeit a terrible spy and a spy on your own fucking team? Whatever, Jon paid you, cough up Schanze's antidote." Winchester finished.
"whatever giant" Browning scoffed, "it's untested, hope you guys aren't allergic." He flashed a smile which showed that he wasn't entirely sure about it. "one thing, if you were in it for 12, 13 maybe minutes you can kiss your lungs goodbye, good news is what you all have is not enough for that though." He tossed over 10 vials of clear liquid asks 8 hypodermic needles (all new still in sterile packing) inject that and you ought to be fine" he said.

"The secondary mission can wait" an unfamiliar voice sounded through the room, it belonged to Jon. The man stayed in the shadows of the room with cigarette smoke curling around his figure. "Focus all your attention on Dr Gordon, if we lose him we won't be able to move on to my second chapter," he paused, "our second chapter" he continued. He's first on a list of 4 that I need, the other 3 have replacements but Dr Gordon is absolutely necessary." Having spoken his thoughts, without the opportunity for others to speak he disappeared into a hidden door in the floor and the signature sounds of his typewriter came thigh the floor.

Winchester sighed and unrolled one of the large maps of the United States, "we are here" he said as he pointed to DC on the map. "our mission is over here" he continued pointing to central New Jersey. "Did any of you ask how you're going to get there? Honestly for the best of the best y'all can be idiots when you want to be. Here's the plan to get y'all there. Our friends at GE have graciously offered to send us there first class, smuggled on board with medical equipment being used at Earl Naval Base in Freehold, that's where the hospital is, and Newark. It won't be easy going to Earl, but it's direct. It's fortified and secure so being quiet it's an understatement, you need to make ninjas seem noisy as fuck. If you drop anything, make any sound, alert anyone and you're ass is going to be a smear on their walls. It's rumored that Earl houses a small nuke or 2, before you ask, no nukes, don't even think about thinking about stealing it it's just a way to die that kills us all. Sneak out with efficiency and a quickness. I know Dr Gordon and he's, eccentric to say the least. When you get him do exactly what the OCD bastard asks of you or he won't be able to work. Trust me when I say this is for your own good. He's under surveillance so y'all need to get crafty there too. Your flight leaves tomorrow at 22:45 and lands shortly after barring weather. Questions?"

"I was told to, 'leave it to the officers'." Winchester said, "so figure it out amongst yourselves"

She doesn't know about the typewriter, it's Jon's way of asking "are you sure?" He doesn't question her decision, he just want her to be certain considering the stakes he's placing on her. He'll poise the question over and over until he's absolutely sure that Mira has a well assembled, elite team she can trust absolutely. That's just the way he is. This group of the faction is A-cell, every player is. B-cell is a convenient way to introduce new characters and provide a good explanation.

Winchester entered the hideout rifle slung over his shoulder Murphy at his side. Reaching into his pocket he produced 7 patches and looked over at Mira. "Murphy," he began, "talk the young lady what those are, why we're giving them to her and what she needs to do with them." Handing the patches to his wife he took a step back and let the petite woman speak. She walked over to Mira and handed her the patches, old style US Army OD green patches with a skull bearing resemblance to Benjamin Franklin, hair, bifocals and all.

"Jon had a drink with Michael and I and we were discussing your personal performance. We like your style and leadership Captain, and we'd like to reward you with some assignments that will better test your skills and abilities. What we're asking you is to assemble a team if five, including yourself, to do some of the trickier assignments. If you don't like four of the people here review someone from B-cell (an invitation to anyone interested in joining post a character sheet in the "new rp thread" and you're a member of "B-cell", this of course being A-cell). Should you accept call contact 17 in your phone and we'll arrange for you to meet Jon and discuss this personally"
she paused to change subjects,
"Ling, new orders, next mission, we're going to 'liberate' Dr. Gordon from a hospital in New Jersey. He's worked with Jon before and authorities are already watching him closely, but he's the best we know. Neurologist with degrees in internal medicine, surgery and of course neurology. He's currently studying to get a fourth doctorate in electronics engineering at Rutgers University. He's the leading authority on prosthetics and cybernetics, yes I realize that the technology is still in it's infancy but he has something already in the works for us. We need him so Ling, a word of advise, don't fuck up."

And bringing up the rear with zero votes is the van. Creepy men, day laborers and people with children everywhere are deeply disappointed.

(OOC: do it prematurely and there's a 90+ % chance of your character dying. The "sponsors" are more powerful than the US Gov't to be honest and there's only 1 power that is decidedly more powerful than they are.)

My best friend lives 960-some miles away, so talking to him anymore has been difficult and we've kinda fallen out. It seems that whenever I'm in a serious relationship I almost completely drop off the radar for my friends and disappear, which doesn't help especially considering the distance. He's seen me go through some strange times in my life though and he might not want to be a close friend of mine after a lot of what I've s seen and done, hopefully though things will work out like they have for the past 6, almost 7 years.

What do you mean? She's a sweet girl who I'm in love with and who loves me. The inability to have kids it's a blessing in a way, for now anyway. I'm not in a good place to have kids right now, I'm too young as is she, I'm not financially ready for one and I'm not even enrolled in college yet (I really ought to get on that... 3 years is long enough to be out of school for me). Later on it may cause problems, but for now it's fine, actually better than fine.

Excellent, however it happened at my Mom's house, which was awkward... Currently things are great though, but her inability to have children makes it seem pointless in the long-run, but for now it's amazing.

(It ought to be around midnight by the course of events that took place... I think...)

A loud shot rang out in the room as the Kim carrying Darren's head explodes showing the unconscious man with s crimson mixture of blood and gray-matter as Murphy enters the room. Cycling through for another shot. The small woman then back slung her '03 Springfield and produced a pistol, but as she did so she heard Winchester over her radio saying to leave him be and to get out of there "with a quickness" she complied and withdrew from the room. The time was up, the gas began to flood over the heliport and the surrounding area. A faint burning could be felt by everyone in the area, it was something internal and indescribably painful.

Back at the sentry point Schanze looked on with an amused grin. "Popcorn?" He asked Ling knowing full well he'd consider it inappropriate. "Looks like I'll get a larger subject base than I thought I would." he said through his toothy grin. "Don't worry they've got 5 minutes of exposure before it's lethal... I think..."

Then outwit him to not get captured...

Then capture someone, you are the opfor...

Players have 10 in-game minutes left, you made a small mistake appraising what Schanze said to mean 15 minutes passed when he meant there was 15 minutes left to wait...