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<blockquote data-quote="Macbeth" data-source="post: 1178720" data-attributes="member: 11259"><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Cermic DM, Round 2, Macbeth vs. Mythago</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Circe</span></p><p></p><p>Richard Gavin moved into the decadent office, obvious signs of apprehension showing on his face. This was his first real mission, and the excitement showed. The director sat behind his desk, taking keen notice of Gavin's excitement. </p><p></p><p>"Take a seat, Gavin."</p><p>Gavin moved into the chair just a little to quickly, a clear sign that he was anxious to get started on his mission.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, sir."</p><p>New agents were always like this: all "yes sir"'s and "no sir"'s, but not an ounce of common sense. </p><p></p><p>"Right. After your success on Taku Rikiki, we've decided to assign you to a new, more important mission. There's been rumors of a paramilitary group forming in the South pacific, and since you were there so recently, the mission is yours." the director passed a folder over the desk. </p><p></p><p>Gavin opened the folder, and begin hungrily searching through the folder, devouring the info on his new mission. A certain picture caught his eye.</p><p></p><p>"Um, sir, I think you left a... personal picture in here." Gavin moved to hand the picture of the gaudy show girl back to the director.</p><p></p><p><em>Not an ounce of sense...</em>, the thought runs through the directors head again. "No, Gavin, that's your primary target. Her name's Circe Monique, and until yesterday, the CIA had never heard of her. Then one of our contacts in the Venmon gave us info on some new secret weapon the Circe is developing for the Venmon to sell. We don't know the nature of the weapons, but we can't risk giving the Venmon that kind of power. Get in to her compound, destroy the weapons, and get out. You'll be airdropped in, and you can radio out for a copter out. Don't use your radio until your ready to leave, if you use it too often the Venmon may catch your signal. Got it?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes sir, I think I do."</p><p></p><p>"Good luck then. Off you go..."</p><p></p><p>****************</p><p></p><p>Airplanes and Gavin didn't agree. The series of flights from the US took their toll on Gavin's dinner, and when the jump finally came just before sunrise, it was somewhat of a release: no more airplanes.</p><p></p><p>On the ground Gavin quickly collected his parachute and shoved it under a large outcropping of rocks. With a quick look at his compass he oriented himself and headed towards Circe's compound.</p><p></p><p>No more then 50 ft. away Gavin was stopped by a sensation he had hoped to never feel again: the cold, hard steel of a rifle muzzle sticking into his back. A female voice spoke from behind him: "And what might you be doin here, darlin' ?"</p><p></p><p>"I was just looking for the bathroom, I swear!"</p><p></p><p>"Now that has to be the worst excuse I've ever heard. Get on the ground."</p><p></p><p>A pair of hands began searching around through Gavin's pockets, and eventually cam across his ID. "Says here your CIA, you here to stop Circe?"</p><p></p><p>"Depends on who's asking."</p><p></p><p>"Listen sugar" Gavin was yanked up and finally got a good view of his captors. "If your CIA, and you’re here to stop Circe, then your goin' to help us. If not, were going to let you go you merry way with a bullet as a souvenir.</p><p></p><p>His captors were an unusual sight: three black women, all heavily armed, who looked more like a dance group then anything he would have expected to find. </p><p></p><p>"Yeah, I'm CIA. What’s your beef with Circe?"</p><p></p><p>"She kidnaped my son. I don't know why, but one day all that came back from school was a letter containing a letter from </p><p></p><p>Circe explaining that she had Jimmy, and that she would take care of him, and a wad of cash that was supposed to pay me for </p><p></p><p>my son. No money can buy my son. So I took the money, bought me ad my friends here some weapons and airplane tickets here, and now were going to get my son back."</p><p></p><p>This was exactly what Gavin hoped to avoid: more civilian interaction. After the incident on Taku Rikiki, the last thing he wanted was to have some untrained civilians slowing him down. but what choice did he have? He couldn't leave this women and her friends.</p><p></p><p>"Fine, you can come along."</p><p></p><p>"Great. My names Beatrice. This here's Cindy, and she's Margarite."</p><p></p><p>"Great, whatever, just follow my lead and we might just live through this.</p><p></p><p>******************</p><p></p><p>The greatest thing about these compounds on otherwise empty islands is that they never expect to be attacked. With an entire island to yourself, who could really threaten you? Gavin took the lead, taking full advantage of the lack of guards. </p><p>Before Gavin could decide which entrance to take into the series of low building that Made up Circe's headquarters, a series of scream filled the air. <em>Just what I need, another sidetrack from the main mission. But if there's somebody that Circe hates enough to make them scream like that, they might just be of use</em></p><p></p><p>"We're going over that way. Anybody who Circe would torture like that might have some info we could use."</p><p></p><p>Beatrice and her friends followed, accepting Gavin's lead, at least for now. The moved silently around the back of the compound, and found the source of the screaming: on a slope leading away from the compound there were several small ditches, each the size of a man, and in each these ditches there was a prisoner tied to a rope, which eventually went over a cliff at the bottom. The prisoners had to stand up against the bottom of their ditch or get pulled down by the weight. As each prisoner collapsed the remaining prisoners had to hold more weight. Only one prisoner was still struggling, and a couple of guards were watching over him.</p><p></p><p>"How much longer do ya' think he'll last?"</p><p></p><p>"Not long."</p><p></p><p>"Then how abouts we go get some food, I've seen enough torture for the day."</p><p></p><p>"Fine by me."</p><p></p><p>The two guards walked away, but not before one gave the last prisoner mocking pat on the head. "Have fun."</p><p></p><p>As soon as the guards were out of sight Gavin turned to Beatrice. "Cover me, I'm going to save him."</p><p></p><p>Gavin ran towards the last prisoner and started trying to cut through the rope with his knife. The prisoner looked surprised at Gavin's appearance, but said nothing instead concentrating on holding the weight until Gavin finished the cut. A long 5 seconds later the rope broke, and the Prisoner heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you... Thank you" Gavin pulled the man back to the hiding place where Beatrice, Cindy, and Maragrite stood watch. Now that the prisoner owed Gavin his life, it was time for answers. "Who are you, and why were you being tortured?"</p><p></p><p>'My name is Victor Frish, and I am... I mean was.... one of Circe's head researchers. I was in charge of Project Oedipus. I lost favor when my morals started to get in the way of my work, and so Circe had me and my entire team put to death. The others collapsed earlier, I think their all dead."</p><p></p><p>This was what Gavin was looking for: an insider. Now he was getting somewhere. "I'm sorry about your team, but what was Project Oedipus? Was that Circe's weapons program for the Venmon?"</p><p></p><p>"I guess you could say it was a weapons project, but really it was a new kind of training. She kidnaped kids from all over the world, and she's been training them to be her mindless soldiers. I, I'm sorry to say, went along with the project, until she started talking about stimulants. The project was going to take too long, so she's going to inject the kids with a hormone cocktail and hope that it makes them grow faster. That’s what I objected to, and now my teams dead..."</p><p></p><p>"Its not your fault," Gavin had what he needed, now all he had to do was get this guy out..."Cindy, Maragrite, take Mister </p><p></p><p>Frish and get him to the point where you met me. Beatrice and I will go in and get the kids."</p><p></p><p>Cindy and Maragrite took Frish off, and Gavin went in to the compound with Beatrice close behind.</p><p></p><p>**********</p><p></p><p>The compound was a maze, but Gavin managed to find the holding room for Project Oedipus. The children were being held in a classroom, with a teacher who seemed to have very traditional views on physical punishment. They had to get in, and there wasn't any easy way to go about it. Gavin had a plan. "On the count of three, I kick the door in, and we rush in. Ready.... one... two... three! Gavin's leg connected solidly with the door, but in a contest between a man and a locked, bolted, hardened steel door, who's going to win? Gavin doubled over in pain, and the teacher stopped beating the child to go open the door. As the door swung open and the teacher stepped out, Beatrice clubbed him with the but of her rifle. "That’s for Jimmy."</p><p></p><p>The children in the classroom took advantage of the teachers absence and started to rush out the door. "Mommy !" one of the smaller children yelled at the sight of Beatrice. "Oh, my baby, its so good to se you. I love you honey, now lets get going. Mr Gavin, are you alright?"</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, fine, just gimme a second." Gavin stood up, and, with a noticeable limp, moved back towards the entrance they had used earlier. Moving back through the compound was hard, with a group of a dozen kids trying to avoid the guards, but Gavin demonstrated some measure of competence, and got them all out without being noticed. Or almost got them out...</p><p></p><p>**********</p><p></p><p>As the group approached the forest, a rumble came out of the underbrush. A flight of birds took to the air, and a tank rumbled out of the trees. Standing on top was a women draped in so many beads and so much fine fabric it had to be Circe, and at her feet were Cindy, Frish, and Maragrite, all bound with ropes. "Now, Now, Now, Mr Gavin, you didn’t think I would let you get away with my children, did you?" said Circe in a voice like sugar coated poison.</p><p></p><p>Panic flashed across Gavin's face for a second, before something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. There was movement in the bush, so his fall black plan must be working...</p><p></p><p>"I'm sorry, Mrs. Circe, but I'm afraid my associate in the bushes over there has something to say about this.' Gavin motioned towards the bush, and right on cue, a small pig wandered out.</p><p></p><p>"Why, Mr. Gavin, I had no idea you worked with pigs in the CIA."</p><p></p><p><em>Oh, %^&#$, Time to think fast...</em> "The joke is on you, Circe, that pig is loaded with enough explosives to blow your tank sky high, now let my friends go."</p><p></p><p>"Surely you jest, Mr. Gavin, I do not think you have any explosives, in fact, I think you are, as the masses would say, 'screwed."</p><p></p><p>Gavin would have been 'screwed,' if not for the coincidence that his backup was there, they just weren't in the same bush as the pig. Circe jumped as the other CIA agent on the island jumped onto the back of the tank and held a pistol to the small of her back. "Circe, let us go or you'll be digesting lead."</p><p></p><p>"Fine, go, this is but a minor setback."</p><p></p><p>Gavin, Beatrice, and the kids made a break for it, while the other agent let Frish, Cindy and Maragrite go. A radio call while they ran and a helicopter picked them up before Circe's gooks could catch up.</p><p></p><p>***********</p><p></p><p>On the helicopter ride out, Gavin found time to talk to his backup. "Thanks Mike."</p><p></p><p>"I told you, you don't have to thank me, Gavin. In fact, I told you didn't even have to talk to me."</p><p></p><p>"I just thought..."</p><p></p><p>"No. You didn't. That’s why I saved your ass. Now, the only reason I helped you was because you helped me back on Taku Rikiki. Let it rest. No "thank you"'s this time. Now were even."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Macbeth, post: 1178720, member: 11259"] [size=4]Cermic DM, Round 2, Macbeth vs. Mythago[/size] [size=3]Circe[/size] Richard Gavin moved into the decadent office, obvious signs of apprehension showing on his face. This was his first real mission, and the excitement showed. The director sat behind his desk, taking keen notice of Gavin's excitement. "Take a seat, Gavin." Gavin moved into the chair just a little to quickly, a clear sign that he was anxious to get started on his mission. "Yes, sir." New agents were always like this: all "yes sir"'s and "no sir"'s, but not an ounce of common sense. "Right. After your success on Taku Rikiki, we've decided to assign you to a new, more important mission. There's been rumors of a paramilitary group forming in the South pacific, and since you were there so recently, the mission is yours." the director passed a folder over the desk. Gavin opened the folder, and begin hungrily searching through the folder, devouring the info on his new mission. A certain picture caught his eye. "Um, sir, I think you left a... personal picture in here." Gavin moved to hand the picture of the gaudy show girl back to the director. [I]Not an ounce of sense...[/I], the thought runs through the directors head again. "No, Gavin, that's your primary target. Her name's Circe Monique, and until yesterday, the CIA had never heard of her. Then one of our contacts in the Venmon gave us info on some new secret weapon the Circe is developing for the Venmon to sell. We don't know the nature of the weapons, but we can't risk giving the Venmon that kind of power. Get in to her compound, destroy the weapons, and get out. You'll be airdropped in, and you can radio out for a copter out. Don't use your radio until your ready to leave, if you use it too often the Venmon may catch your signal. Got it?" "Yes sir, I think I do." "Good luck then. Off you go..." **************** Airplanes and Gavin didn't agree. The series of flights from the US took their toll on Gavin's dinner, and when the jump finally came just before sunrise, it was somewhat of a release: no more airplanes. On the ground Gavin quickly collected his parachute and shoved it under a large outcropping of rocks. With a quick look at his compass he oriented himself and headed towards Circe's compound. No more then 50 ft. away Gavin was stopped by a sensation he had hoped to never feel again: the cold, hard steel of a rifle muzzle sticking into his back. A female voice spoke from behind him: "And what might you be doin here, darlin' ?" "I was just looking for the bathroom, I swear!" "Now that has to be the worst excuse I've ever heard. Get on the ground." A pair of hands began searching around through Gavin's pockets, and eventually cam across his ID. "Says here your CIA, you here to stop Circe?" "Depends on who's asking." "Listen sugar" Gavin was yanked up and finally got a good view of his captors. "If your CIA, and you’re here to stop Circe, then your goin' to help us. If not, were going to let you go you merry way with a bullet as a souvenir. His captors were an unusual sight: three black women, all heavily armed, who looked more like a dance group then anything he would have expected to find. "Yeah, I'm CIA. What’s your beef with Circe?" "She kidnaped my son. I don't know why, but one day all that came back from school was a letter containing a letter from Circe explaining that she had Jimmy, and that she would take care of him, and a wad of cash that was supposed to pay me for my son. No money can buy my son. So I took the money, bought me ad my friends here some weapons and airplane tickets here, and now were going to get my son back." This was exactly what Gavin hoped to avoid: more civilian interaction. After the incident on Taku Rikiki, the last thing he wanted was to have some untrained civilians slowing him down. but what choice did he have? He couldn't leave this women and her friends. "Fine, you can come along." "Great. My names Beatrice. This here's Cindy, and she's Margarite." "Great, whatever, just follow my lead and we might just live through this. ****************** The greatest thing about these compounds on otherwise empty islands is that they never expect to be attacked. With an entire island to yourself, who could really threaten you? Gavin took the lead, taking full advantage of the lack of guards. Before Gavin could decide which entrance to take into the series of low building that Made up Circe's headquarters, a series of scream filled the air. [I]Just what I need, another sidetrack from the main mission. But if there's somebody that Circe hates enough to make them scream like that, they might just be of use[/I] "We're going over that way. Anybody who Circe would torture like that might have some info we could use." Beatrice and her friends followed, accepting Gavin's lead, at least for now. The moved silently around the back of the compound, and found the source of the screaming: on a slope leading away from the compound there were several small ditches, each the size of a man, and in each these ditches there was a prisoner tied to a rope, which eventually went over a cliff at the bottom. The prisoners had to stand up against the bottom of their ditch or get pulled down by the weight. As each prisoner collapsed the remaining prisoners had to hold more weight. Only one prisoner was still struggling, and a couple of guards were watching over him. "How much longer do ya' think he'll last?" "Not long." "Then how abouts we go get some food, I've seen enough torture for the day." "Fine by me." The two guards walked away, but not before one gave the last prisoner mocking pat on the head. "Have fun." As soon as the guards were out of sight Gavin turned to Beatrice. "Cover me, I'm going to save him." Gavin ran towards the last prisoner and started trying to cut through the rope with his knife. The prisoner looked surprised at Gavin's appearance, but said nothing instead concentrating on holding the weight until Gavin finished the cut. A long 5 seconds later the rope broke, and the Prisoner heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you... Thank you" Gavin pulled the man back to the hiding place where Beatrice, Cindy, and Maragrite stood watch. Now that the prisoner owed Gavin his life, it was time for answers. "Who are you, and why were you being tortured?" 'My name is Victor Frish, and I am... I mean was.... one of Circe's head researchers. I was in charge of Project Oedipus. I lost favor when my morals started to get in the way of my work, and so Circe had me and my entire team put to death. The others collapsed earlier, I think their all dead." This was what Gavin was looking for: an insider. Now he was getting somewhere. "I'm sorry about your team, but what was Project Oedipus? Was that Circe's weapons program for the Venmon?" "I guess you could say it was a weapons project, but really it was a new kind of training. She kidnaped kids from all over the world, and she's been training them to be her mindless soldiers. I, I'm sorry to say, went along with the project, until she started talking about stimulants. The project was going to take too long, so she's going to inject the kids with a hormone cocktail and hope that it makes them grow faster. That’s what I objected to, and now my teams dead..." "Its not your fault," Gavin had what he needed, now all he had to do was get this guy out..."Cindy, Maragrite, take Mister Frish and get him to the point where you met me. Beatrice and I will go in and get the kids." Cindy and Maragrite took Frish off, and Gavin went in to the compound with Beatrice close behind. ********** The compound was a maze, but Gavin managed to find the holding room for Project Oedipus. The children were being held in a classroom, with a teacher who seemed to have very traditional views on physical punishment. They had to get in, and there wasn't any easy way to go about it. Gavin had a plan. "On the count of three, I kick the door in, and we rush in. Ready.... one... two... three! Gavin's leg connected solidly with the door, but in a contest between a man and a locked, bolted, hardened steel door, who's going to win? Gavin doubled over in pain, and the teacher stopped beating the child to go open the door. As the door swung open and the teacher stepped out, Beatrice clubbed him with the but of her rifle. "That’s for Jimmy." The children in the classroom took advantage of the teachers absence and started to rush out the door. "Mommy !" one of the smaller children yelled at the sight of Beatrice. "Oh, my baby, its so good to se you. I love you honey, now lets get going. Mr Gavin, are you alright?" "Yeah, fine, just gimme a second." Gavin stood up, and, with a noticeable limp, moved back towards the entrance they had used earlier. Moving back through the compound was hard, with a group of a dozen kids trying to avoid the guards, but Gavin demonstrated some measure of competence, and got them all out without being noticed. Or almost got them out... ********** As the group approached the forest, a rumble came out of the underbrush. A flight of birds took to the air, and a tank rumbled out of the trees. Standing on top was a women draped in so many beads and so much fine fabric it had to be Circe, and at her feet were Cindy, Frish, and Maragrite, all bound with ropes. "Now, Now, Now, Mr Gavin, you didn’t think I would let you get away with my children, did you?" said Circe in a voice like sugar coated poison. Panic flashed across Gavin's face for a second, before something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. There was movement in the bush, so his fall black plan must be working... "I'm sorry, Mrs. Circe, but I'm afraid my associate in the bushes over there has something to say about this.' Gavin motioned towards the bush, and right on cue, a small pig wandered out. "Why, Mr. Gavin, I had no idea you worked with pigs in the CIA." [I]Oh, %^&#$, Time to think fast...[/I] "The joke is on you, Circe, that pig is loaded with enough explosives to blow your tank sky high, now let my friends go." "Surely you jest, Mr. Gavin, I do not think you have any explosives, in fact, I think you are, as the masses would say, 'screwed." Gavin would have been 'screwed,' if not for the coincidence that his backup was there, they just weren't in the same bush as the pig. Circe jumped as the other CIA agent on the island jumped onto the back of the tank and held a pistol to the small of her back. "Circe, let us go or you'll be digesting lead." "Fine, go, this is but a minor setback." Gavin, Beatrice, and the kids made a break for it, while the other agent let Frish, Cindy and Maragrite go. A radio call while they ran and a helicopter picked them up before Circe's gooks could catch up. *********** On the helicopter ride out, Gavin found time to talk to his backup. "Thanks Mike." "I told you, you don't have to thank me, Gavin. In fact, I told you didn't even have to talk to me." "I just thought..." "No. You didn't. That’s why I saved your ass. Now, the only reason I helped you was because you helped me back on Taku Rikiki. Let it rest. No "thank you"'s this time. Now were even." [/QUOTE]
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