Project Daedalus (Issue 3)

[Agamon]

Tyroc
OOC: Spot (23), Bluff (26)

Looking under the hood, you spot the battery cable unhooked from the alternator. You see it immediately and she’s seems unaware that you have, as you pan over the entire engine with a confused look on your face. “My name’s Alicia. I’m not in a hurry to get anywhere, I’ll just ride with the tow truck to the repair shop, if it comes to that. But thanks for stopping to take a look,” she grins, handing you the keys.

As you climb into the car to try and start it, knowing full well it won’t, she seems to think a moment and then asks you, “Funny I should run into you. I heard this weird rumor today that you and those other BioGen elites were going to form some sort of team. That true?”

Misha
“Straight to the point, I should have known,” Herrington says, smiling. “The change is effective immediately. You are to report to Freedom Plaza in New York by 0900 tomorrow.

“You are aware, then, that though you are quite capable of the duty, you haven’t been chosen to lead the team. The elites that were captured by BioGen have most likely formed a bond of sorts. Even if they aren’t all the best of friends, you’ll still be seen as an outsider to them. And seeing as they make up the majority of this squad, the powers that be have decided that one of their own would be best suited to lead. But I’m sure your experience in the field will make you a valuable advisor to Tyroc in his leadership role.”

He clears his throat and continues. “Other than that, you’ll be expected to do what is asked of you. You’ll now be reporting to a Ms. Angela Winters. She’ll be the group’s government liaison.

“This assignment will continue until further notice. Just don’t expect that notice to come for quite some time, if ever. Jennifer Borlund made the transfer from ACE to American Freedom very capably, and the same is now expected of you. You will, however, remain an ACE operative in the interim. You may be given new assignments for the agency from this office, likely temporary in nature, to which you must respond, as you would have in the past. This means you are to continue keeping your status as an agent and any assignments given to you by ACE strictly confidential. As far as the American public is concerned, you’re nothing more than another joe pulled off the street.” He grins, “or whatever you wish to use for your cover.

“I’ll have that list of members and their vitals made up for immediately. Good luck, Werner,” he says, standing and offering his hand.

Mimic
Alita seems a bit surprised by the kiss, but is smiling afterwards. “Yeah, I’m ready. Who’s this friend of yours?”

Lupa
The woman behind the counter gives you a funny look. Hard to blame her; a teenage girl wearing only a blanket, buying clothes with hundred dollar bills. She takes the money nonetheless. “Did…you want to wear this out?” she asks, pointing to a change room.

Shimmering Samurai
“I know what you’re trying to say, Kiro. Maybe they didn’t like how you turned out,” Order says to you, “but don’t say things like that. You’re not ‘flawed’, you are who you are, a person like the rest of us, regardless of where you came from.”

“I don’t think he meant it like that, Svetlana,” Kensei says. “But she’s right, though. This is some pretty hefty news, don’t let it get you down. If you ever need someone to talk to, you have a big brother.” He adds with a grin your way.

 

[Mimic]

Mimic
Alita seems a bit surprised by the kiss, but is smiling afterwards. “Yeah, I’m ready. Who’s this friend of yours?”

He is one of the people I met in the whole Biogen incident. His name is Tyrone Carter, He's really into helping people and he seems trustworthy. Miguel tells her as he heads towards the door.

We better start, it's going to be a long walk.

 

[Shalimar]

Lupa
The woman behind the counter gives you a funny look. Hard to blame her; a teenage girl wearing only a blanket, buying clothes with hundred dollar bills. She takes the money nonetheless. “Did…you want to wear this out?” she asks, pointing to a change room.

Rachel gives the woman a sheepish grin, "Uh, yea, I think I will, thanks. I was in a car crash, and my clothes weren't as tough as I am." she tells the cashier conspiratorily. She quickly puts on all of the new clothes, removing the tags as she goes, leaving her with literally the clothes on her back and nothing else as she leaves the store, although she does cut a quite spory figure, looking for all the world like she is just another college girl, one who wouldn't be out of place at any campus in the country.

Rachel waves a goodbye to the cashier and makes her way back to the car, doing a quick turn to show off her new clothes before she gets in. "So what do you think? Does it look good? Its the first totally new outfit I have ever had." she tells them, handing back the change to agent Dunn.

 

[Elementor]

What can I do so that you’ll trust me?

"Ok, tell me how I got captured in the first place! And fly Ty up here to give you the 'She's OK' and I'll come along no problem."

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha
“Straight to the point, I should have known,” Herrington says, smiling. “The change is effective immediately. You are to report to Freedom Plaza in New York by 0900 tomorrow.

“You are aware, then, that though you are quite capable of the duty, you haven’t been chosen to lead the team. The elites that were captured by BioGen have most likely formed a bond of sorts. Even if they aren’t all the best of friends, you’ll still be seen as an outsider to them. And seeing as they make up the majority of this squad, the powers that be have decided that one of their own would be best suited to lead. But I’m sure your experience in the field will make you a valuable advisor to Tyroc in his leadership role.”

"Understood," Misha replies.

He clears his throat and continues. “Other than that, you’ll be expected to do what is asked of you. You’ll now be reporting to a Ms. Angela Winters. She’ll be the group’s government liaison.

Misha nods mentally filing the name away.

Is the name familiar to Misha in any way?

“This assignment will continue until further notice. Just don’t expect that notice to come for quite some time, if ever. Jennifer Borlund made the transfer from ACE to American Freedom very capably, and the same is now expected of you. You will, however, remain an ACE operative in the interim. You may be given new assignments for the agency from this office, likely temporary in nature, to which you must respond, as you would have in the past. This means you are to continue keeping your status as an agent and any assignments given to you by ACE strictly confidential. As far as the American public is concerned, you’re nothing more than another joe pulled off the street.” He grins, “or whatever you wish to use for your cover.

"Understood, sir," Misha replies already starting to build a cover for himself as an ex-detective working in DC in his head. He would put his connections to work and try to put together a rudimentary background in the law enforcement community in Washington DC, with a good conduct discharge, no criminal record, decent professional record, nothing extravagant, pretty much middle of the road individual.

Use of Connections feat if I can’t use it, then well he will just do the legwork himself, and keep the background simple and as closely grounded to the truth as is possible without breaking ACE protocol.

“I’ll have that list of members and their vitals made up for you immediately. Good luck, Werner,” he says, standing and offering his hand.

Misha shakes his hand firmly, “Thank you sir.” Misha turns on his heels and heads outside into the hallway and then works his way to his office, not that there is much there to speak of in personal effects, he does gather up what personal items he had on the desk, and places them in a box as he begins packing up. His mood more methodical then sentimental as he neatly places each object into the box.

His door sits slightly ajar as he cleans the office out, not a difficult task for the field agent, and checks his ACE computer account for messages and replying as needed. Trying to clear out his affairs, when it dawns on him that he told Jerry he would have a date for tonight’s little get together.

Misha decides to kill two birds with one stone, by hitting a number in his cell phone marked ‘JenB-SE*’ he waits silently as he continues to tab through his message box. He sighs looking at the flat monitor; he really should check his account more often deleting messages was time consuming work…

Jennifer Borlund, Screaming Eagle just assuming since she commented she knew him well they may have exchanged contact information. If I am wrong then he will call another number in his extensive Black Book…

 

[Deva]

She looks up as you enter. She doesn’t recognize you at first, but after a moment of thought, she smiles. “Hi. You looking for Tyler? He’s helping Professor Jensen with an undergrad lab. He should be done soon, though.”

"It's Nikki, right?" Sarah stays just inside the door, not wanting to disturb anything. "Would it be alright if I waited here for him?"

 

[Calinon]

Tyroc climbs out of the car and gives his head a shake. "Rumors are annoying, aren't they? Kind of like people that stage car troubles by pulling battery cables off. They're just the sort of things that need to be ignored," he adds slightly sarcastically.

"Listen, sweetness. You could have got me to stop in lots of ways. You could have stood out, waving from the street or a rooftop, in a bikini. I mean, I can guaran-damn-tee I would have stopped, 'cause you are all sorts of fine. You could have emailed me and invited me to dinner and drinks. I mean, the address is right on my website. That's www.tyrocspad.com in case you wanted to write that down, baby, for future use," he says with a bit of a grin, before becoming serious.

"Or you could have just flagged me down. Like my fans do. Like the police do. Like reporters do. And not jerked my chain," he says unhappily, handing her the keys to her car. "I'm just not hard enough to get an interview with that you have to resort to this," he adds.

"But I got things to do," he says, reaching under the hood and connecting the battery cable with a snap and closing the hood. "You're good to go," he says, pulling his gloves back on, "And so am I."

 

[Master_Pugs]

Kiro smiles slightly and stares out the window, "Thank you Kanaka... Order... that means quite a bit to me..." A sudden pain rolls through Kiro's midsection, he stifles a groan, a barely perceptable wince on his face. The pain passes and he continues to watch the houses go by. "I know I'm not flawed, I'm beginning to believe I may have a few mental instabilities but low self esteem or confidence is not a problem... but thank you for trying to understand me... that means more to anyone than anything else you can do..."

 

[Agamon]

Tyroc
Alicia looks like she just got caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. “Wait, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you’d respond well to a reporter sitting outside your front door waiting to ask you questions…” She takes back her keys, looking resigned and unimpressed. “Fine, whatever. I have a reliable source, I’ll just run with what I’ve got.” She gets in her car and without another word she drives away.

Sarah
Nikki nods. “That’s right. And, yeah, have a seat,” she says pointing to a chair at a desk in the room. She sets the beaker down. “I heard about what happened to you. I’m sorry, that must have been horrible. When you went missing, Tyler was really upset, the prof gave him a few days to deal. I’m sure he’s happy to have you back though.”

Misha
The phone rings a few times before it’s finally answered. Jennifer’s face appears, and she doesn’t look too happy. But her expression softens somewhat when she sees you.

“Misha? I wasn’t expecting a call from you. How are you? I assume you’ve received the news?”

OOC: Winters probably doesn’t ring a bell with Misha. She’s a relatively young up-and-comer in DC. And using Connected to set up the background is fine.

Blizzard
The cab takes you to your appointment. You’re a good forty minutes late, but at least you have a good excuse. You now sit waiting in a room as a receptionist types away at her computer. Before too long, she is buzzed and she allows you into the office. The man that you spoke to on the phone not so long ago awaits you there.

“Hello, Miss Laroux, my name is Blake Walsh. Everything turned out alright, I see? We are running behind, we should get started,” he says, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

Mimic
“Okay,” Alita responds. You leave the hotel and begin your long walk. Looks to be a warm one today.

“So, you were one of those people from the BioGen thing? Wow, what was that like? I saw that clip of you guys fighting American Freedom. You must be pretty good to take them on. Do you do anything besides make yourself look like other people?” Alita asks as you walk.

Lupa
Dunn’s partner (who needs a name, we’ll call him Daniels) nods appreciatively as you show off your clothing selection. Dunn gives him a look. “She’s just a kid, Daniels, get your eyes back in your head.”

You climb back into the car, and off you go once more. Daniels looks back at you. “So, what exactly did this…Shift, right?…Shift guy tell you?”

Elementor
“Aaron, I have no idea how you were captured. If I did, then I would very much expect you to be afraid of me. But you have no reason to, I only want to help you,” Ms. Winters tells you in a soothing voice. “Now you know I can’t just fly Tyrone up here. In fact, he might not even know he’s on the team yet, and I know he hasn’t met me yet, either.” She pulls out her phone. “What if I call Screaming Eagle, and let you talk to her, would that help?”

Shimmering Samurai
Kensei notices your wincing. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha
The phone rings a few times before it’s finally answered. Jennifer’s face appears, and she doesn’t look too happy. But her expression softens somewhat when she sees you.

“Misha? I wasn’t expecting a call from you. How are you? I assume you’ve received the news?”

Understood, thanks for the info.

Misha pauses, mimicking a smile, “Jennifer, of course I got the news, I am back in DC actually; cleaning out my office, I am supposed to report to Ms. Winters in the morning. I have to say I was a little surprised to hear about the reassignment. I guess someone upstairs finally took notice, or maybe they just pulled my name from a hat,” he quips with a warm smile.

“I am not even going to get you started on work; I know American Freedom was in high gear over the past week, surprised I even caught up with you, all things considered. But I have to ask, how have you been?” as he places some more items in the box, listening.

Sense Motive +12 check to gauge how she is feeling, if she looks stressed or what not…