Project Duct Tape [Spycraft]

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Spycraft: Project Duct Tape
Season One: The Case of the Missing Opera Singer

Jason Argosy is sitting at his desk, at the Orion Securities offices. He has spent most of the last week and the entire weekend – up until about half an hour ago – in a series of meeting with the administrative staff of one of the Secret Service’s training facilities. After dealing with beauricrats for the last few days, the pile of paperwork in his ‘IN’ basket looks almost appealing. A uniformed messanger appears at his door.
Mr. Indigo?” the messanger studies his clipboard.
“Yes?”
I’ve a document for you. Please sign here.” He holds out a data-pad-clip-board and indicates the rectangular box in the center of the screen with the attached plastic stylus. Jason signs ‘Agent Indigo’ with a flourish and accepts the manila folder from the messanger.
Have a nice day.
“The same to you.” He waits until the messanger has left, closes the office door and opens the envelope.

Conrad S. Hauser sits in his living room, soft music playing in the background as he reads the top paper in a stack of essays. He starts briefly when the doorbell rings and looks throught the peep-hole before opening it to the liveried messanger.
I’m looking for a {pause as a clipboard is consulted} Mr. Crimson.
“That would be me.”
Could you sign here please, I’ve got a package for you, Sir.
He signs ‘Agent Crimson’ in the small space next to his name and address and then accepts a small padded envelope from the messanger.
“Thank you.”
Have a good evening.

Spirit is writing code furiously, cigarette hanging out of one corner of his mouth. I’m hungry, he thinks and he glances at the clock, realizes that he hasn’t eaten since breakfast, is smoking the last cigarette in the house, and was supposed to meet Danielle for dinner and a movie almost an hour ago. He curses and jumps to his feat, graps his keys and is heading for the door when the phone rings.
“Hello.”
“[color= Whitesmoke]Jameson, I’ve got another job for you.[/color]” He recognizes the dulcet tones of FBI Agent Erica Grey.
“This really isn’t a good time.”
“[color= Whitesmoke]There’s a car outside of your building now, the driver has a note for you.[/color]”
“This is a really bad time… {he hears the distinctive click of the phone on the other end being set down}


You have just received a message from Agent Green of the DEA, the message has been stamped URGENT in red ink. Agent’s Crimson and Indigo have not worked with Agent Green before, but he has a reputation throughout the Agency for getting things done and being unconventional – even for Alpha Beta. Jameson’s note has a hand-written message from Agnet Grey informing him that he’d better be on his best behaviour and that she’ll be watching him. The message informs you that you’ll be required to attend a task force organizational meeting in Agent Green’s San Fransisco office at 0800 Monday morning (it is about 1900 Sunday evening when you receive the message).


[OOC: Welcome to Project Duct tape… please check in with your first actions. If you are using a skill or making an attack roll, please include all pertanint modifiers in your post and describe under which conditions you will spend an action die. For Example: Agent Green uses his Sense Motive skill to see if Jameson is lying about his reason for being late; he will spend an action die if he misses the DC by more than 5 or in order to confirm a critical success; he will spend no more than two action die on this check. In this case, if he had not already posted Bluff instructions for Jameson, I would give Raurth Snowfang time to respond and then roll the opposed check and post the results, listing any change in the number of Raurth Snowfang’s action die. Okay? Questions?]
 
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"Damn, just like a bureaucracy. Last minute travel. *Sigh*" He pulls up the Delta.Com website on his laptop and books into the red-eye for SanFran. "God I love Medallion miles," as he upgrades the coach fare to first-class. "Maybe I'll sleep on the plane this time.. yeah, whatever." He then calls home to warn his wife, Andrea, that he's being yanked off to another top-level briefing. "Give our little girl a hug from daddy. I'll call in the morning after my 8AM meeting. Love you all. Goodnight." He then grabs his "ready-bag" from the closet (always keeps a travel set ready) and heads for the car, driving to Jacksonville to catch the connection to SanFran through Atlanta. He remembers the Accidental Tourist, 'It is said that even to get to Hell one must go through Atlanta's airport'.
 

As soon as the phone goes down Jameson is back on it again, dialling the mobile number for a certain pissed off female he was meant to meet an hour ago

"Danielle? Its Matthaniel, I got caught up in work and I'm not going to be able to make it tonight. Why don't you meet up with some friends and we'll go out some other time?" He learnedly holds the phone away from his hear as the expect tirade of abuse is yelled at him... He finally hangs up, the word ba***rd ringing loudly in his ears.

"Damn," he thinks to himself "there goes that one.. ah well.. plenty more fish and all that and plenty more fags..."

He reaches for his pack of cigarettes, and stares in complete horror at the empty packet... he then sighs reluctantly and wires himself onto his laptop, working out his plans..

"So, I got 13 hours to get to San Fran, soo... www.englishairways.co.uk... little here, little there.. put me on the earliest flight.. taking approximately 8 hours, it leaves in 30 mins.. so.. I'll be there just in time!" Matthaniel sits back a relaxes.. after all, he has got thirty minutes to get to heathrow...

"Leaves in 30 minutes! Balls!"

The driver of the car next sees Matthaniel belting down the road towards the nearest petrol station... He sees him running back five minutes later with a coffee and forty marlboros.. Matthaniel dives into the back of the car and says:

"Heathrow my man, and step on it!"

(ooc: Hope this is alright.. i assumed the car was for me.. sorry if it wasnt.. :))
 
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Mr. Indigo (aka. Jason Argosy) arrives in Jacksonville in plenty of time for his flight to Atlanta. The plane leaves on time and the trip is uneventful. The flight to San Francisco from Atlanta is, of course, delayed and he seats himself to wait with all the patience of a frequent traveler - hoping that the flight will get him to the West Coast in time for the meeting.


The driver of the nondescript black sedan pulls out a small portable flashing light and gets Jameson to Heathrow approximately 7 minutes before the flight is scheduled to leave - mainly by racing through every intersection and nearly upending the car several times while cutting corners too quickly.


(ooc: Yeah, the car was for you - also, Agent Grey was supposed to be from the CIA, not the FBI.)
 
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"And another one."

Conrad retrieves his pre-packed sea-bag from the storage wardrobe before he calls his secretary on the cellphone.

"Diane, it's me, Conrad. ... Yes, exactly. Would you be so kind to cancel all of my courses and appointments for the week? ... Yes, the whole week. If the task at hand needs more time I will call. ... No, I don't know why the army does everything on short notice. ... Ah, Diane, you wouldn't try to sucker me into a discussion on politics, would you? ... Thought so. … Thank you, and to you, too. Bye."

Afterwards he calls the airport to book a flight to San Francisco and orders himself a cab.

For a short moment the thought crosses his mind that he should really get himself a car sometime, only to be discarded once again. * And just what would I do with it, other than paying taxes? Nah, it's barely an inconvenience, and so easily overcome at that. *

At the next newsstand he indulges a far more persistent quirk and buys himself something to read on the flight. * Hmm, "Traveller's Guide to the West Coast". *
 
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Mr. Crimson's (aka. Conrad S. Hauser) cab arrives shortly and the trip to the airport is made in due time. He finds a copy of the "Traveller's Guide to the West Coast" and settles in to wait for his flight.

edit: I keep forgeting to disable my sig.
 
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Jameson relaxes as the plane takes off; out of breath from his mad dash across the terminal.

Mr. Indigo boards his flight, and settles into his first-class seat; glad to be out of the bustle of the Atlanta airport.

Mr. Crimson pages through the guide-book and begins to read the section on San Fransico as his plane takes off.


[OOC: Each of you receive a bonus Action Die for wonderful RP in your first posts. Raurth I'll get a note about action die up in the OOC Thread sometime this weekend.]
 


Matthaniel settles into the flight, after two hours he starts to feel a little edgy, the lack of nicotine is starting to take effect.

He stands up and moves towards the toilets, as he enters the cubicle he notices a large no smoking sign and a smoke alarm above him on the ceiling.

"Ha! I'll have this done in a bit..."


(ooc: at this point i want to try my first skill usage, this is just for character development so if youd prefer i didnt then i'll edit the post above. I'd like to try and disable the smoke alarm in the toilet cubicle, enabling Jameson to get his much needed nicotine dosage. I'm guessing this is an electronics check, which Matthaniel has skills of +14/+7. Sorry for the huge ooc post)
 

Matthanial quickly disables the smoke detector (DC 15; Roll 10 + Mod 14).


OOC: Long OOC portions are okay - sometimes it'll be easier to put them here than cycling through to the OOC Thread (fyi: that one can be used for lots of OT/OOC/Meta-Game things). Also, please disable your signature when posting in this thread - just 'uncheck' the Show Signature option.
 

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