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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 5017589" data-attributes="member: 51271"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/268057-invasion-gathering-heroes-d20-modern-recruiting.html" target="_blank">OOC Thread</a> <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/268832-invasion-gathering-heroes-d20-modern-rg.html#post5016135" target="_blank">RG Thread</a> ------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------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 Bandervolsan 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.</blockquote>

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