Invasion. Gathering of Heroes (February 1930)

[Voda Vosa]

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----------Dr. George Wilkinson----------​

5 of February was just another boring day at the laboratory. Cathy Peters, a degree student looking for a scholarship and sponsoring for her grade thesis with George, was shutting the door behind her.
Dr. Wilkinson raised his sight from his papers, to watch her and salute her. The lass was somehow stressed out, so much things to do, so much experiments to get going. George had been through that a few years ago, but although he was a simple man, he knew his capacities were way beyond Cathy's; although the girl was pretty much intelligent.
After a few casual conversation, both George and Cathy got to work, starting the photon generator and setting up the machinery.
After a few tests, the door opened again. George peeked out from the testing room, to see the lead scientist of the lab, Doctor Karl Bandervols
an old german physicist with whom George obtained his doctorate. With Karl there was another man, tall and well dressed, carrying a suitcase.
Bandervols spotted George from the door and greeted him i his usual way
"What arre you doing shaise! Don't just spy frrom therre, come herre and intrroduce yourrself, this gentleman is herre forr you."
George walk to them, and before he could introduce himself, the man in smocking extended his hand quickly.
"Charles Andrade, national security, pleasure to meet you doctor Wilkinson, doctor Bandervols has spoke wonders of you." he says. The old man waves his hand disregardful. "I'll watch Cathy, you go speak with Andrade" he said before disappearing behind the other door.
"Doctor Wilkinson, your country has need of you; is there any place we can speak in private?"

----------Percy Ambleton-Smythe----------​

"Percy.... Percy!.... PERCY!" shouted Percy's superior, Benjamin Carter, until he woke up. After hours of service in the last mission, he had passed out at his desk, with a now cold cup of coffee at his side. He had an untidy beard of three days, and his eyes were like the ones of an addict to opium.
"You have a case Percy, so you better get to your feet soon and wash up that face. I sense it's something big." Said Carter.
*Splash!* Boy, Percy never thought washing your face with cold water could hurt so much. The water felt like if it was taken from inside an Iceberg to his face! At least helped out to clear his head.
So, sleepy Percy was left in the bathroom, and agent Ambleton-Smythe walked out, hastily heading to the commander's office. Half way there he was joined by Carter, who carried a file in one hand. He shakes the file and smiles to you. "The evidence on Murray's case"
Murray? Who the hell was Murray? Oh... Percy recalled Murray was his previous case, a rough agent from the secret service, who turned against his comrades in a secret mission, killing almost all of them. Only one of the other agents survived; Murray considered him dead. Percy went to the bottom of things in the case, and discovered Murray was being paid by a huge corporation to clean the operation, which was getting to close to uncover illegal transactions, dealing with prohibited substances.
Percy leaved no loose ends, and finally cornered Murray who is now held in prison, awaiting sentence. The evidence Benjamin is shaking is the key to lock that bastard for life, and blow the corporation to pieces.
Both men entered the office, where Commander Terrance Folcker was sitting on his chair, facing the window. He spins the chair and looks at both agents. T is a sturdy man, of low hight and slightly fat, bald and with a big mustache, and a short pointy beard. His strange appearance hides a calculator mind, with nerves of steel, and zealous determination.
"Welcome, Agent Carter" he nods, "Agent Ambleton-Smythe" he nods again. "Please take a seat."

"You know I go straight to the point: We have a problem that needs you for solving it, so forget any case you were working on; this will be you first priority now." Commander T made a long pause. "This started as a snob ethnocentrisms, or so most people thought. Sir Archivald Long, I bet you have heard of him, has been transporting 'something' in his private fleet of ships from India. The dock's authorities reports that the cargos are mainly exotic seasonings, Indian manufactures, and other assorted collection of garbage. We suspect Long is getting other kind of garbage inside the UK: Agent Y235 worked on the docks, and sent a report of strange activities around the area of the docks reserved for Long's fleet. Y235 stated he was going to check the area, and never reported back. We suspect he is dead or captured by Long's men." He watches you both, checking for reactions or questions.

 

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----------Dr. George Wilkinson----------​

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George walk to them, and before he could introduce himself, the man in smocking extended his hand quickly.
"Charles Andrade, national security, pleasure to meet you doctor Wilkinson, doctor Bandervols has spoke wonders of you." he says. The old man waves his hand disregardful. "I'll watch Cathy, you go speak with Andrade" he said before disappearing behind the other door.
"Doctor Wilkinson, your country has need of you; is there any place we can speak in private?"

George removes the glove from his right hand and accepts the hand.

As Charles introduces himself, who he works for, and the need to speak privately, George raises an eyebrow. Hesitantly, he says, "Sure, right this way." George leads the way to one of the more secure storage rooms. He unlocks the door, steps inside and waits for the agent.

 

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Percy Ambleton-Smythe

Despite being asleep 5 minutes ago, Percy is all professional has he accompanies Ben Carter into the commander's office. Nodding to the commander, he takes a seat and listens carefully during the briefing.

Percy spends a few minutes pondering T's statement before replying "Archivald Long sir. He is very well connected, so we are going to have move very carefully. Has the minister been informed or do we think the minister my tell Sir Archivald what is going on?"

"As for the docks. Both Carter or myself would stand out like sour thumbs, so undercover work is right out. Also, if they have captured Y235, Long's men will be on the lookout for a follow up. That leave mis-direction. Any chance of getting our friends from customs to do an exhaustive search of the dock and the ships. Carter and I could join them. As an added bonus, we could get the minister to personally apologise to Sir Archivald. Telling him that we have a reliable lead that one of his Ship captains has been smuggling stolen goods." Pausing before continuing "After the raid of course."

 

[Voda Vosa]

----------Dr. George Wilkinson----------

George removes the glove from his right hand and accepts the hand.

As Charles introduces himself, who he works for, and the need to speak privately, George raises an eyebrow. Hesitantly, he says, "Sure, right this way." George leads the way to one of the more secure storage rooms. He unlocks the door, steps inside and waits for the agent.

Anderson quickly gets in the room, and opens his suitcase. He takes out a thick group of paper sheets. "This is what I was ordered to deliver to you doctor." he waits for you to read the first page:
Project N° 1295AX97: codename "NOVA"
Description: This project's goal is to achieve the information needed to ensemble a prototype of a long ranged weapon named NOVA. General functioning of this device is to channel, focus and condensate solar energy into a single ray of intensity enough to penetrate lead platings, iron platings and other military armor for tanks and other vehicles.
"We understand that your area of expertise is precisely the analysis and manipulation of light. Our scientist had found the prototype impossible to manufacture. Their tests indicate that the devices will superheat and explode before producing the NOVA ray. I hope you can do something about this doctor. The government has agree to pay you handsomely for your services, and even provide the university with first line equipments. Is there any specific condition other than that, that you'll require to work for us?" Anderson seems almost pleading, but tries to hide it behind his military stoicism.



----------Percy Ambleton-Smythe----------

Despite being asleep 5 minutes ago, Percy is all professional has he accompanies Ben Carter into the commander's office. Nodding to the commander, he takes a seat and listens carefully during the briefing.

Percy spends a few minutes pondering T's statement before replying "Archivald Long sir. He is very well connected, so we are going to have move very carefully. Has the minister been informed or do we think the minister my tell Sir Archivald what is going on?"

"As for the docks. Both Carter or myself would stand out like sour thumbs, so undercover work is right out. Also, if they have captured Y235, Long's men will be on the lookout for a follow up. That leave mis-direction. Any chance of getting our friends from customs to do an exhaustive search of the dock and the ships. Carter and I could join them. As an added bonus, we could get the minister to personally apologise to Sir Archivald. Telling him that we have a reliable lead that one of his Ship captains has been smuggling stolen goods." Pausing before continuing "After the raid of course."

T rubs his chin. "I had thought to send you in costume to the docks, but what you say sounds more logical. As for the minister, I don't think it's a good idea to involve him in this matter. We have certain reports that points out that there might be some inside man working for Long. I'll do the apologies to Long to cover the operation. Got to office E23 and talk to E555, E444 and E333; they must prepare the customs. Also talk to the striking force group C, and tell them to be ready. I want a strategic plan on my desk in two hours; now go." T says to you two, no leaving much room for questions. Ben and you get out of the office and stand for a few seconds, unsure what to do.
"Do you think T wants us to lead the full operative?" Carter asks you, unbelievingly.

 

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"Do you think T wants us to lead the full operative?" Carter asks you, unbelievingly.

"I think that depends on our plan, so we'd better get started. First stop the map room then E23, I think."


Stopping only to retrieve a map of the area around Long's docks, Percy and Ben go to room E23. There three men are sitting at desks hard at work. "Right gentlemen, please pay attention. T has made this operation top priority. Agent Y235 sent in a report of strange happenings on one of the docks, shortly before disappearing. We believe he has been either captured or killed. So we have to set up a follow up mission. First priority is rescuing Y235, if he is still alive. Second priority is determining exactly what is going on. It has been decided that sending further agent would not be effective. Therefore, we are planning a cover raid using customs as a front. That's where you gentlemen come in. Question and suggestions please."

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I am not sure how striking force group C fits in. Are they part of the secret service? Are they the ones actually going with us on the mission pretending to be from customs?[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: Basically, in game therms, they are the soldiers, or gunslingers. In other words, firepower. They'll just obey orders.

 

[Voda Vosa]

----------Jasper 'Quicksilver' Mortello----------​

Since the very first day Jasper joined the police forces, his companions always looked at him with an unease look. He belonged to one of the most famous, or infamous families of the Mafia in New York. Ever since his father died, and he abdicated the throne of the family, the Mortello family was led by his uncle, Arturo Mortello. Arturo was not like Antonio, he was reckless and temperamental, more like a tug than a real gentleman, like Jasper's father was.
The last reports of the police pointed out that the family was organizing something big. Even Al Capone was saw entering the Mortello's residence last week, along with other characters of the underworld.
Chief of police, Mark Alefning, a polish man in his 50's who treated Jasper like his own son, decided that the police must do something about the Mortello menace. Mark knew better than sending a strike team to a mafia fortress. He called Jasper to his office, the 5th of February.
"Son, your relatives are planning something big, something really big and nasty for tha city." he said, pointing him with his pipe. "Al Capone was enough trouble by himself, now he has allied with the Mortello. I tell you, I'm worried a lot about what might happen if we don't act now. I'll make you lead of this case, make up an infiltration team, and go to Al Capone's club. It's rumored he has most of his intelligence there. Al will be out tonight, we have reports that he'll join Arturo Mortello for dinner, and probably discuss the details of their moves in the future, so he'll not be in the middle. I won't sent you there if Capone was around, we lost two units to him an his men, they are deadly." The chief waits for questions, if there are none, he'll rush Jasper out, to get to work.

 

[ThWatcher]

Anderson quickly gets in the room, and opens his suitcase. He takes out a thick group of paper sheets. "This is what I was ordered to deliver to you doctor." he waits for you to read the first page:
Project N° 1295AX97: codename "NOVA"
Description: This project's goal is to achieve the information needed to ensemble a prototype of a long ranged weapon named NOVA. General functioning of this device is to channel, focus and condensate solar energy into a single ray of intensity enough to penetrate lead platings, iron platings and other military armor for tanks and other vehicles.
"We understand that your area of expertise is precisely the analysis and manipulation of light. Our scientist had found the prototype impossible to manufacture. Their tests indicate that the devices will superheat and explode before producing the NOVA ray. I hope you can do something about this doctor. The government has agree to pay you handsomely for your services, and even provide the university with first line equipments. Is there any specific condition other than that, that you'll require to work for us?" Anderson seems almost pleading, but tries to hide it behind his military stoicism.

George accepts the papers and scans though them quickly. After nearly a minute, George smiles to himself. "I think I know why they believe it won't work. They're trying to do the power calculations for a device that would use chaotic light. To get the effect they want by using chaotic light would require a very large amount of power. They are right to believe that to make the device using chaotic light to burn through a tank would blow-up the device the first time it's fired. Or the device would have to be so large that it would be almost impossible to transport it on anything other than another tank with at least 5 to 10 more large vehicles just to carry the power generators. And a fuel tank truck to power the generators." George catches his breath, "The real problem is that they haven't learned the true power of light and just how powerful light really is when used properly."
Seeing that Anderson has both the look of slight confusion and the look of hopefulness, George says, "Yes, I said that they have no idea how much power is really in the light they already use and until they do, they'd have better luck placing 10,000 candles in front of 10,000 mirrors and trying to aim them all at their target. Producing the light is not the real problem. The problem is controlling the light so that all the light works together instead of in chaos."
George takes another breath and seeing that Anderson's look hasn't changed much. "Yes, with the right resources, I believe I can make your NOVA ray cannon for you. And I may even be able to fit it all on one vehicle." George drifts off into thought again and he mumbles, "Of course it will have to be protected from shock, moved carefully. And if you want it usable by anyone other that a top-notch scientist, it'll be even more complex and expensive. Really expensive. You couldn't give one to every soldier, not even every platoon. But maybe a couple per...."

 

[Voda Vosa]

----------Dr. George Wilkinson----------


When George says he can do it, all the confusion of Anderson's face disappears to a joyful face. "Resources are not a problem doctor. As far as I can tell you know what you are talking about, so my part in this is over. I have but to do one thing left: Take you over the base; I have a car waiting for us outside, so if you may, gather what you feel you might need for a quick visit to our laboratory."

 

[Voda Vosa]

----------Percy Ambleton-Smythe----------

"I think that depends on our plan, so we'd better get started. First stop the map room then E23, I think."


Stopping only to retrieve a map of the area around Long's docks, Percy and Ben go to room E23. There three men are sitting at desks hard at work. "Right gentlemen, please pay attention. T has made this operation top priority. Agent Y235 sent in a report of strange happenings on one of the docks, shortly before disappearing. We believe he has been either captured or killed. So we have to set up a follow up mission. First priority is rescuing Y235, if he is still alive. Second priority is determining exactly what is going on. It has been decided that sending further agent would not be effective. Therefore, we are planning a cover raid using customs as a front. That's where you gentlemen come in. Question and suggestions please."

"Well then, we can start preparing the costumes. Do you think we should get workers outfit or sailor outfit?" asks E555
"I think it mainly depends on the places we must be getting in" says E444
E333 rubs his chin "We could get two sets of men disguised, one group as sailors the other as dock workers..."
The four of them, Ben included look at you for a determination.