Freedom Plaza, NYC, NY
A phone ringing near a computer console is soon answered by a tall, dark-haired woman with large, feathered wings protruding from her back. She touches a button and the screen lights up, revealing an older gentleman’s smiling face. “Jennifer,” the man says, “I knew I could count on you to still be in New York.”
“Hello, Mr. Jeffries. I was expecting your call, actually,” she answers, her mouth smiling in return, but her eyes looking intent.
“Yes, well then you’ve heard about the incident in Colorado?” he says rather grimly.
Jennifer nods. “Yes, sir, it’s all over the news. A terrorist attack, here in the US. Those Pantheon fools are getting quite arrogant,” she says, anger showing in her voice.
“We don’t know yet that it was Pantheon, but seeing as research on elite genetics is performed there, it is a good assumption,” Mr. Jeffries says.
“How many casualties?”
Jeffries shakes his head. “No lives were lost, thankfully, but I’m told there was a lot of collateral damage. Look, now I know AF is currently on leave…”
“You needn’t say anymore, sir. American Freedom is here to protect the American people and her interests. We can’t stand by while acts of terror are being performed in our own backyard,” Jennifer states.
“Well, the problem is, we have an idea where they are, but time is of the essence, we’re not sure how long they’ll stay,” the graying-haired man replies. “We need you to leave as soon as possible. Any chance you can round up two of your teammates in short order?”
Jennifer thinks a moment and nods. “Yes, sir, I believe I can.”
“Intelligence tells us there are eight of them, all Bravos. Now that’s a bit much for you only three of you to handle, so you’ll be getting some assistance,” Jeffries says.
“Assistance? From whom?” she says, looking a bit annoyed at the prospect.
“BioGen, a west coast research firm that has interests in the center, is taking it upon themselves to send their own elites to tackle the problem. I’d like it if you worked with them on this mission,” he replies.
Jennifer’s brow furls. “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think we need the help of corp-elites, or even worse, those damned Evo mercs. This looks like a government problem to me, why not let us handle it?”
“Because, for one, you’re undermanned, and anyways, they’ll send their own guys out whether we want them to or not. I’m asking that you keep them reigned in. We need these elites captured, not killed,” Mr. Jeffries answered.
Jennifer stifles a sigh, but instead barks a sharp, “Yes, sir!”
Mr. Jeffries laughs, “Now, now, Eagle, it’s not going to be that bad. I’ll be sending you the co-ordinates within the hour. Use that time to get those teammates of yours ready. By the way,” he added, “I didn’t actually think I’d find any of you there, why aren’t you spending your vacation with Eric? Don’t tell me that silly tabloid was right?”
“I’d rather not discuss that, sir,” she says with a frown.
Jeffries, looking a bit embarrassed, apologizes, “Sorry, Jennifer, didn’t mean to pry. I’ll get back to you soon. Good bye.”
“Good bye, sir.” Jennifer switched the phone off, and headed to her room in the Plaza. She opened a closet and thought as she looked at her American Eagle uniform, ”No rest for the weary…who am I kidding, I think I need to kick a little butt right about now…” She smiled as she grabbed the uniform.
I've already got a nice campaign going along with a sunday Camirilla game as it is. 
Well, I'm outs, keep up the good stuff.
