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| KadajRodsusu Posts: 65/121 |
"I hope it does, and hopfully you will live long enough to return it to me..."
He never bothered to look at the man, just kept to himself, typing away as fast as he could. Fully downloading the planes of the White House, entering in secruity codes and finishing the touches on everything he needed to know about his new crew, the White House, and the plans of the place. Looking up he pushed the center of his glasses up smirking a bit as he shut both L. Tops. "Ok im fully in we have everything up, im running all 150 cameras inside and outside the white house, i have secruity on sheilding windows, and bullet proof glass, we have the works gentle man..." Standing up he pushed the center of his glasses once more, he was used to doing it so much. His eyes were closed and an odd smirk across his face as he laughed to himself, keeping his own humor of his own ability to himself, purely confidential. Looking at the others he spoke with his shrill voice. "...Now i dont know what these people look like, what there armed with, or how they function but once the firing starts give me 1 hour and i can have a full backround detail on there tricks, weapons, everything...im sure that will give us the upper hand. Also the white house is large, we should know that, and if you dont...its very large, lots of rooms and secret underground areas. If you get lost contact me and ill fill you in on the details. Also if you run into a bad spot and you need some back up just call, i will be lose to the main action, just a few rooms away, does everyone undersatand? im not the leader of this group i know that, but im you're main sorce to seeing while blind, i am you're vision, i hope everyone understands that...its very simple." | ||
| Jobes Posts: 251/453 |
Jobes picks up one of the ear pieces and put it in his ear and figured out how it works in a matter of seconds. Jobes sat across the table of Jason and pulled out his own Labtop. He turned it on and and pulled out his handheld and downloaded all the override and security codes to his handheld. He pulls out his Sniper Rifle and puts it together in about 34 seconds.
"Jason thanks for the Ear Piece it will come in handy." | ||
| KadajRodsusu Posts: 63/121 |
Jason looked up as other men from the outside of the White House began to walk inside the room. He pushed the center of his glasses up as he once again stared at the blue screen, flashing as he clicked points and key markers, setting up a diffrent secruity system within the White House. Looking at the man, Jobes stareing at his screen he smiled weakly and with his shrill odd voice spoke with reasuring words.
"Dont worrie guys I asure you that I will take care of the plans to the place, I will keep in contact with you all 24/7 and lead you through any areas you dont know..." He reached for his black bag and pulled it to his side. Sliding the middle open he pulled out a number of Radio head sets, close ones that were used only in high combat situations. It would easily wrap around the ear with a mini mic that would hardly weight anything or be noticeable if worn. A small mini camera was placed a slight centemeter from the mic that would look out ahead of the uder able to see the surrounding area. It held a small tracker device that would show up on detailed downloaded maps of the area used in with UASP system, the newest of combat situations. Placing a great number on the table, brining alot just incase of defects and extra men he set a total of 15 easily on the table and spoke as he contiued to mark areas, download patches of the blue prints into mini maps and so on. "Put these on, they have a 24 hour charge and will last you along time, there light weight so dont worrie about it bothering you're ear. Keep them always on or we wont be able to track you. Just speak and ill hear you in the mic if you need any help with the area or certin supplies. I will be moving through out the White House in secure areas to be close to you guys, just incase you need somthing fast." He didnt bother to look up at all at the men, he thought they would know how to work the object, its wasent really that hard to learn. Typing fast as he could he marked the white house areas with lock downs, cameras, alarm systems, bullet proof windows, bullet proof steal shutters, and more. He marked every area he could with the supplies he was given, looking through the whole House searching for everything and saving it all to disc and a hard drive. Removing the second L. Top from his bag he opened it and started it up easily typing one hand on both, he was still fast just not as he was with both. The second L. Top screen flashed bright green and flashed other colors as he dated all the findings of the White House and saved it all, working as fast as he could. His Desert Egale holsterd at his side and a few extra clips on a side belt he kept it safe, and off safety. | ||
| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 483/4541 |
Name: Katu Mack
Age: 26 Specialty: Martial arts with either two long swords, or normal unarmed combat. He also is good with a special, airpowered gun that can be very quiet at times, with a fast rate of fire. Organization: Freelance Homeland: Japan Background: Very little is known, except that Katu was raised in the way of the sword, and is good at being unseen. A japanese man wearing all black came forward into the room, and watched as Steve slid across the table, anxious for the food. These were obviously not disiplined soldiers. The to goal in combat is the job, the work, and the combat. Luxuries from the money could wait. "If you find yourself so eager for food, then you would fail in any higher missions of endurance. Now, let us take this seriously, and end with the pointless sliding around on tables like children." | ||
| Jobes Posts: 242/453 |
Jobes followed Steve into the Room and walked up to the man with the computer as Steve slid across the table.
"This fella has a point there steve. My life and my money is at stake here so when the time comes don't mess anything up." Jobes watched as the man was looking at the blue prints of the White House. He tries to memorize the floor plans for every section of the white house to get from point a to point b fast as possible in case he needs to. | ||
| KadajRodsusu Posts: 60/121 |
Jason didnt pay much to the man who had came into the room, only untill he slid across the table, which he was working on. Watching the man slide across the table he held his L. Top with a firm force, making sure nothing screwed up or fell over. Looking at the man with an expression not really caring for he spoke, his voice was shrewd and a bit tempered by the mans first impression on him.
"If you will please sir im trying to work...you might find this night to be a joke and fun to be in the White House but its my job, my money, and my mistakes if i screw up. For sure i know that this is a serious situation and not some petty computer game, its the real world now if you will please..." He went back to typing on his computer, working in new codes and fragments as he began to form new hacks, viruses, and bombs for any situation needed in the next few hours. As he typed he worked with another program of the whole White House, its blue prints, lay outs and everything making sure he could hack into the White House Secruity System to use it when needed in a black out, or rampage. | ||
| Cairoi Posts: 301/3807 |
"Hello coworker. Name's Steve. Man it's getting cold! I'm going in."
He walked inside like a child, runniong with his legs and arms flowing a bit madly. He passed professional workers in the White House looking at him strangely. He walked into the room where Jason was and saw a bowl of fruit stuffs in a bowl. He licked his lips and dived across the tabvle for the food stuffs. He grabbed the bowl and kept going until he slid off the table. He stood up throwing the stuff into his mouth as quickly as he could. "...First...Food in DAYS!" | ||
| KadajRodsusu Posts: 44/121 |
Name: Jason Grave
Age: 25 Specialty: Hacking and Gunmanship (Pistols and Sub Machine Guns) Organization: FreeLancer Homeland: Russia Background: Born in Russia 1985 he was a born Hacker. Once computers became big and evolved over time he began to learn the computer. Soon he was turning to a Hacking carrier as he made several Viruses and Bombs for computer software. Signing up for the Russian Army at the age of 18 he was denied because of his site and hearing ability. To low on the test he never made it in but contiued as a Hacker, not truely known for his work but one rare of a hacker out of many, able to hack mutli companys and groups and destroying what he wanted when he wanted. Not much of a gunner or a weapon handler he wanted to keep himself safe. At 20 he bought his first gun, a Desert Egale .45. He trained as a gunner and became slightly good because of his hard effort and work into shooting at ranges. Now at 25 he is rated in the Hacking World to big time sports and companys as number 2 of his Hacking ability. Improved in shooting he became a perfect user int robbing and taking out what was needed when needed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jason sat on the large round wooden table in the White House. His feet folded under each other, under his butt as he clicked and pushed keys on his L. Top. He was sitting in some room of the White House, near the main door but in another room hearing others and some comotion. He had arrived early as he could on site of the White House being offered the ammount of money and a clean reccord of Hacking if he did his job. Sitting in the rotatible chair his small thin round glasses glowed and flashed as he stared at the screen, lost as if a child to a new toy. His left hand up close to his jaw as a single finger lifted, pressing on the middle of his lips, tapping it slightly as his right hand tapped the key board, pressing keys faster then he thought as he kept up with himself. As he typed he spoke softly, in mumbles hardly understanding himself or anyone who listned. "key 5...ethf 475...backspace..." He contiued to mumble. As he heard others arrive and talk outside the White House. He wasent really for people with macho big tough style attitudes. He didnt really care for them, and he would keep to himself as much as needed untill his skill came in handy, if ever. On the round table sticking up right stood a large black duffle like bag, only tighter and mucher more good looking. On the sides of the bag in a sort of case to hold it strapped to the sides were 2 large block looking objects, black and shined. On the back of the backpack looking object a large L. Top stayed fit and firm as it was a back up but also another faster L. Top if he needed 2 at once. Inside he saved for himself, it was heavy inside when put on and could tell that somthing, or alot of things were inside the bag. Waiting inside the warm White House he waited for the others to come inside, if they would. | ||
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 436/2641 |
Name: Kevin Katsuyori
Age: 28 Specialty: Heavy weapons, Supernatural Gunmanship Organization: US Government USWO (Underground Secret Weapons Organization) Homeland: America Background: After years of secret military experiments and operations, The US Military has devised the perfect soldier. Outfitted with a metallic arm capable of metamorphosing into a sub-machine gun, holding a 100-round clip. Kevin is ruthless and pays little to no regard for the rest of his operatives. Kevin exited his Military M1025 and walked up to the White House, M60 over his shoulder. *After day in and day out of training hell... 20 years of smelling nothing but gunpowder and sweat... I don't care if it's true or not anymore.* | ||
| Jobes Posts: 235/453 |
Name: Sean Kensington *Jobes*
Age: 29 Specialty: Gunmanship(Assualt rifle, pistols, sniping Rifle) Hacking Organization: Freelance plus the organization that he created the Underground Mercs Homeland: United States Background: Was trained in the United States Marine Corp to be a sniper. He has 124 confirmed sniping kills in the Iraq War. In the year 2007 he was wounded and received the purple heart and retired from the Marines after his family was killed in a suspicious fire. His call name in the Marines was Jobes and it stuck with him ever since. Sean walks up to the gate of the white house with his M-16 on his back and his sniper rifle in pieces in the Black Wet Bag in his right hand. His two Glock 9mm on each side of him in their holsters. He gives his name to the guards and walks up the driveway with his Black Short sleeve shirt and his black Cargo Pants. He walks over to the man with the Longsword on his back. "Hello the name is Sean. You can call me Jobes.So when is the party going to get started?" Cairoi |
Posts: 298/3807 A large line of crime has infested the gonvernment facilties recently. A worried U.S. Vice President, George Wilkinson, has been threatened to perish. In his fear, along with the war raging along atill in 2010 in Iraq, he attempted to call up the reserve to call him, along with the FBI and CIA, but the group somehow disabled the forces. In desperation, he had his assistant ,Francis Erlichman, call up all known mercenaries for protection.
| Setting: White House, sunset is rapidly approaching. He is going to be attacked around midnight. Character List: Name: Age: Specialty: This can be varied, but it must remain close to two of these major blockades: Gunmanship, Martial Arts (can include weapons), Supernatural Powers (PM me to see if I accept, nothing too good), Driving, or Hacking. Organization: (If you are in one, you can be freelance) Homeland: (Country here people, not city) Background: Name: Steve Davidson (Shadow) Age: 19 Speciatly: Martial Arts(physical and blades), Gunmanship (pistol) Organization: Freelance Homeland: US Background: Steve grew up as a normal child until his father's office was destroyed in the 9/11 crash. In his frustration, he began to train himself with anything sharp he could find. He also took his father's custom made pistol, and practiced with it in shooting ranges. He took karate, kung fu, any classes he could find, so maybe he could prevent this from repeating to anyone he ever met. He wanted safeness. He never grew up liking the government, rather despising it, but he didn't do anything evil. Immeaditly after High School, he realized that being a mercenary was his call. He took the codename Shadow. Steve walked up to the White House and smiled, finally seeing it in person. He stood out front waiting for the others to come. He wore simply a white T-shirt under a black cotton jacket, and jeans. But he had two pistols on his sides, a Celtic longsword on his back, and two knifes inside his jacket. He waited pateintly for backup to arrive. This is going to be fun, he grinned to himself about as he turned and saw cars approaching. |
