James walks into his new workspace. It was the first time he had seen it in person. The walls were solid metal. The lights above were slightly bright, glowing a light green. He looked back at the door behind that overlooked a small valley with a city in the middle of it. The workspace was considered in the middle of nowhere on the side of a cliff. His car was parked nearby, but hidden under some foliage. James looked back in began setting up the layout of the room. He set up two desks on both of the side walls. Then he put one facing the door on the far aide of the room. He set up monitors along the walls, computers and sercurity features. He didn't bother with opening the door that led into the main hub of the hidout, for he knew he didn't need it for now. After all his work, he set up his laptop (his own design) on his desk and searched for some new employees. He had normally been a solo type of man, but he knew now he would need some help. He wasn't only looking through CIA and MI6 data banks, but police and military data banks as well. He needed the best of the best. He first checked the U.S. British Agent Triathilon and there messages for requests. One email stood out to him under the name of Rom. It read ///Request for Extended Dossier/// Agent Designation: Rom Age: 24 Comissioner's report Agent Rom is one of the Finest Young agents we have in our agency, Although he can be a little Headstrong and Aloof sometimes he's a good kid. Previous Jobs: Lead a strike team to take out a Militant drug cartel in El salvador Burned the Whole mansion down Co-operated with another agency taking down a terrorist cell in Spain Graduated top of his class in Analyzing and Pyrotechnics Took out a Major Gang leader in Los angeles when he was 18 Burned the whole Lab down. Co-operated in the joint U.S. British Agent Triathilon and scored number 4 out of 80 agents tested Likes: Fire, Good computer games, Analyzing People and situations, Sour candy, Hanging out, Learning new things, Overcoming Obsticles, and having a good time. Dislikes: Staying Still, not doing anything, Giving Up, Thai Food, Killer Whales, Pretentious Rich Bastards, People who are Intolerant of other peoples Cultures, and the Dutch. He needed a man could go in and come back out, and it seemed he wanted to a new job, so he sent a message out to him... "Hello, I need a team and you need a job. I understand you have been in a lot of... sticky situations. Meet me at Scottsdale, Arizona... In the United States. Your ticket is right here. Don't worry, I'll find you. Know that if you do accept, you're leaving your other life behind." The next one was a bit of an unkown email... Name:Roy Andrews Nationality:British Skills:Espionage/Undercover,CQC Disabilities:Atychiphobia (Fear of failure) Background:He was born in Dover he joined the S.A.S at the age of 20 he was hand picked to be a part of a black operative group trying to assainate Saddam Hussein but their mission was not a success with only shooting one of his Generals.Later he joined the SIS and became a double agent in Russia for 3 years A bit a shady background, and bit unrielable for being called a double agent; but for now he may as well bring him onto the team. He sent the exact same message and continued to look through FBI files and MI5 files.
Roy Andrews was choping firewood at his home outside Edmonton Canada when the mail arrived.Most of the letters were bills that were bad news for a veteran who's in depth.Then a mysterious letter from arizona got into his hands.Said that an agency got him a job so he went with it.
Steven Scott sits in a black Mercedes outside of a convention center. A huge group comes out followed by cameras and reporters. He then aims his modified tranquilizer rifle with quick poison that kills in 10 seconds. And fires at the important guests of the Government.
Special agent designation John Waters sits in his Perch on the highest building on the road in El Salvador a rifle in his hand ready to take out any Assassins of the new government he helped come to power. He hates working alone but he does not really have a choice.
An odd man appears in the window over the street, he has high powered rifle aimed at the president and his finger is inching to pull the trigger. John Waters spots the man, but doesn't have a clear shot as the people in the crowd release a load of balloons. Unable to see, John cannot take the shot and can only hope that the assassin hasnt either. The balloons clear, and the pressident is still standing. John looks through the scope, ready to take the shot, but before he can, the snipe is already dead. "I took care of it!" The voice came from three floors down. John looked down to see a man poking his head back in. (Sorry for taking over your character for a moment)
Andrews arrives at the location he was appointed to visit.He only saw was the end of a cliff with a house above it. He clicked the intercom and said:"Hello? I was sent a letter to be here for a job opportunity or what. Is anybody in here?"
A moment of silence, then the intercom came to life. "Yes, please hold on." A blue light shines on Roy Andrew and surrounds him. The light grows more and more intense and five seconds later just stops. "Welcome Mr. Andrew, we've been waiting for you." The door creeks open.
Out of nowhere a man appeared right next to Steven. Wearing a long, light brown trench coat, he pulled out a lollipop and handed to him. "How did you get yourself in this mess?"
"I'm forming a new team. Now I know you wasnt exactly thrilled with the 'try to kill no one' idea, but I need someone who can assure the job is done at ALL costs." A guard walks pass to check on the cell. After only seeing Scott in the cell, he continues on his routine. The man reappears next to him. "So what do you think?"
Andrews walks in where two men are waiting for him.One is in an orange prison uniform. He says:"I'M here becouse your message.What is the job? Some gangster shit or Mercenary?"
"It's not just one job, I need team. You would have leave almost everything behind and prepare for one he'll of a ride, what do you say? If you say no, you'll regret it for the rest of your life, and if you say yes you'll see thing that you thought were stories." He stuck his hand out waiting for Andrew to shake it.
The world around the three men dissolved into shades of green and brown and in split second they were standing outside the base. "Welcome to my lair! Come on inside." The door opened and the man walked inside.
"Well I got one major mission to start out. It maybe nothing but we always have to check. There was a metoroid that hit in the dessert about a day ago. The police are all I've it, but as we are beyond the police we can get in. Hopefully to start out this group, we dont need to go in guns ablazing... We just need to make sure that their are no "gifts" on it. Last time I found a golorian on one, and trust me that thing is no fun to clean up. Oh and if you don't believe in aliens, you better start!"
One block away, a man stands with a hand computer, and a headset. He's speaking. It's a tall figure, named Shawn Davis. He walked a few steps. "...no, trust me, I'm on the case. I just saw three men... DAMN IT! Oh... err... I'm sorry. I just stepped in a piece of dog shit. But as I was saying, I'm on the case. I just saw three men talking about something, nothing suspicious, but..." "Will you just listen for a moment, please?! I was trying to say that one of those men was that Rom guy... I know he works around here, but... Well, don't you think it's kind of suspicious? All the police knows, is that a meteor stroke the desert, they cannot find anything, and then Rom pops up out of the blue. And the other guy was there... ehm... Wallis? No, ehm, Waters, that's his name." Davis sat down, put the headset in his hiking backpack, stood up again, and put in some ear buds. He moved his head in a non-existent rhythm, as if he was listening to rock. However, he was actually listening to two men sitting talking with each other. Nothing suspicious. And so he started moving in the direction the three men went to, checking his mail while walking.
