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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 1483347" data-attributes="member: 184">The meeting roomA number of formally dressed people sit around a large oak table in a well-lit, but windowless, room, Senator Haynes and Jennifer Borlund amongst them.  They chat idly with each other before one of them, a hefty, middle-aged man with brown hair and a gray suit clears his throat.  “Alright,” he says, “let’s get this underway.”He stands and surveys the room before speaking.  “As you know, Senator Mackey, Senator Weldon, and myself have decided upon the membership of America’s newest elite team, based upon Miss Borlund’s input, as well as discussions within this committee.  As you are also aware, we’ve pushed this process to the front burner.  America no longer has ties to the United Nations, and as such, will not be dictated policy by that organization.  Because of this, many elite persons have entered the country under status of refugee, in order to flee UN subjugation.  This influx of foreign elites has created a need for another organization, besides American Freedom, that can deal with elite-level problems.  For this reason also, we’ve increased the roster size from the original four to eight members, and discussion of a possible third team has begun.  We’re meeting this last time as a group to reveal the selections and discuss them.  You’re input here, Miss Borlund, is sure to be invaluable to us,” he says with a smile to the winged woman.“Thank you, Senator Clark.  I’m happy to be of assistance,” Jennifer replies, nodding.  “I’d just like to add that I’m pleased that you took my recommendations to heart.  I’m sure any of those from my list would make great additions to the team.”“Of course.  Your first-hand knowledge of this nation’s elites is second-to-none.  We’re pleased you accepted to help us.”  Picking up a booklet in front of him, Clark continues.  “Now, in front of each of you are the portfolios of each of those selected.”  He turns to the first page, and everyone else in the room does the same.“We’ll start with the one we’ve decided would be most fit to lead the team: Tyrone Carter, aka Tyroc.  Mr. Carter has shown an aptitude for conducting the sort of business that American Freedom often handles.  He is also quite charismatic, outspoken and popular, especially with the youth of the New York City, and the country.”“He has, however, shown himself to be somewhat flippant and unpredictable at times,” Senator Janet Mackey adds.  “But you believe this to be just a façade, Miss Borlund?”“Yes, well, in a way,” Jennifer responds.  “My recent interaction with him leads me to believe that while he is pompous and loud, that is just his way making himself stick out and be noticed.  When it comes right down to it, he can be quite serious and focused on the task at hand.  And I must say, I was happily surprised when I saw his record.  He’s done quite well helping to keep the streets of New York safe.”“Yes, he has.  So there is no objection?” Clark asks.“I’m still unsure if we should be adding the victims of the BioGen disaster to this team, Senator Clark,” one man sitting across from Jennifer says.“And we’ve discussed this ad nauseum, Senator Richards.  You are the only one that still disagrees with that,” Clark responds.  “Anyone else?  Good.”Manhattan, New York City0830 hours, EDT, Thursday, July 10th, 2014Tyroc stands on a rooftop of an old apartment building, overlooking the street, wearing his dark blue uniform.  The sun’s been up even longer than you have, though not much, and the morning summer air has begun to warm.  A dog barks in the distance and people have thinned out some below, the morning commuters mostly having left the neighbourhood.  Looking about, you think about how hectic the past few days have been.  Getting your life back in order after having left it for more than two months has been a lot of work.  And Mama’s been no help, trying to get you to take it easy after your ordeal.  You know she’s concerned for your well being, but she also just misses you and wants you around as much as possible.But you couldn’t resist the urge to head back out on the street to fight the good fight, though.  Last night was interesting.  You broke up a potentially lethal gang fight; though you weren’t sure how long that peace would last.  A mugging, a couple attempted car thefts, a few drug busts, and you stopped a couple of lovebird kids from getting too carried away in a bus stop, if only because you were starting to feel guilty sitting there watching.  This morning has been quieter, but you don’t mind.  You launch into the air and head towards a nearby commercial zone.  People look up at you pointing, waving, and yelling their greetings.  The quiet doesn’t last long though.  Flying along, you suddenly hear a gunshot.  People on the street are spooked and move away from the source of the noise, a bank that you figure must have just opened.</blockquote>

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