Silver Bullets Chapter 1:L'Arruolamento

[Jarval]

No, just meet with our contact there.

Right, I'll see you in a day or two

Finding what looks like the best deal, Andrew books himself a ticket to Rome, before starting to pack his bags.

 

[Imerak]

James takes the paper, looks at it, memorizes it and slips it into his pocket.

"Oh yeah, I have questions. Let me just give you the list."

James takes the entire Scotch and soda down in one fell swoop. If there's one thing he can do, it's drink. He's found that people loosened up over alcohol and years of mingling with everyone from the upper crust to the dregs of society had given him a lot of experience with "the devil's juice," as his grandfather had called it.

"One, why the hell did I come here instead of going directly to the other location? Are you planning on following me there? Did you want to 'gauge' how I made it here or something like that?"

"Two, 'that's your office, so to speak.' What does that mean? Is it my office? Do I share it? Whom do I share it with?"

"Three, missions. What kind of missions? They are 'up for grabs?' Do people just sign up for them like they would to win a raffle?"

"Four, reorg. Your organization doesn't sound like the type that would reorganize unless something major was going down...or went down. Why are you reorg'ing? Did someone die? IS someone going to die?"

"Five, who do I see when I get to the other building? Do I just knock on the door and give the secret password to the guy who opens up the eyeslot on the door?"

"Six, are you actually going to tell me what kind of work I'll be doing?"

"And finally, who the hell do I have to kill around here to get another drink?!"

With that, James finally calms down. He raises his glass in the direction of the waitress and shakes it, clinking the ice on the side of the glass. He tries to make eye contact with her.

After that, James will place his glass on the table, near the edge, and looks back at the man across the table. When she comes to get his glass, he'll look at her and say, "Just Scotch this time; no soda."

James is nervous, that's for sure, but more than anything else, he's pissed. He's been given no information about what he's getting into and he's told to meet this "mysterious stranger" in a seedy looking bar in the middle of Rome only to be told "Oh, you need to go here." James has never felt so jerked around in his life and dealing with bureaucracy is almost second nature to him.

If the man starts to speak, James will hush him until his drink gets back. Not only is he trying to calm himself, he's also testing the waters to see how much this guy can take. If there's one thing James can't tolerate, it's being pushed around.

Once his drink gets back, James will tip the waitress 50 Euro, look her in the eye, smile very big and thank her geniunely. Once she leaves, the smile will disappear from this face and he will turn back to his "friend" sitting across from him. James looks him straight in the eye, takes a sip of Scotch, and starts to speak. "Ok, you can answer now. But know this; if I don't like your answers, I'm leaving. Enough of this connerie."

The man tries to interrupt James, but stays quiet after a while. When he is finally given the go-ahead to speak, he says "Pushy, aren't you? That's okay. We don't want people who can be just pushed around... But anyways, I suppose I'll answer your questions.

"First off, I asked you to meet with me here instead of at the base for security reasons. We don't want to be giving the keys to the castle away to just anybody. There are those who would wish us ill, and we do not want to let any spies into our organisation. We've kept close tabs on you for the last several days, so we know you haven't had any contact with our enemies. And if you decide to go rogue on your own...well, let's just say that I have back up in case this gets ugly.

"Secondly, you will be sharing your office with the rest of your unit...the unit structure doesn't mean much, but it's good for organisation purposes and we occasionally need whole units. It's so to speak, because you really only do the little deskwork and any research you have to do there.

"Third, missions are posted to the network as soon as we get them. You can sign up for them on a first-come, first-serve basis." The man takes a break to sip from his drink. "You can take as many missions as you want, but some of our clients can get rather impatiant.

"Lets, see, where are we now...fourthly, we're only reorganizing because we're opening up a new headquarters here. People getting recruited, jobs getting shuffled around, etc. Nobody died...well, at least nobody's death caused this.

"Hmm...once you get there, buzz the door and they should let you in. Finally, I expect you'll accept missions concerning your field of expertise...relic hunting, research, etc." He smiles. "Sorry if whole business seems a bit confusing...but, well, it is."

 

[reveal]

The man tries to interrupt James, but stays quiet after a while. When he is finally given the go-ahead to speak, he says "Pushy, aren't you? That's okay. We don't want people who can be just pushed around... But anyways, I suppose I'll answer your questions.

"First off, I asked you to meet with me here instead of at the base for security reasons. We don't want to be giving the keys to the castle away to just anybody. There are those who would wish us ill, and we do not want to let any spies into our organisation. We've kept close tabs on you for the last several days, so we know you haven't had any contact with our enemies. And if you decide to go rogue on your own...well, let's just say that I have back up in case this gets ugly.

"Secondly, you will be sharing your office with the rest of your unit...the unit structure doesn't mean much, but it's good for organisation purposes and we occasionally need whole units. It's so to speak, because you really only do the little deskwork and any research you have to do there.

"Third, missions are posted to the network as soon as we get them. You can sign up for them on a first-come, first-serve basis." The man takes a break to sip from his drink. "You can take as many missions as you want, but some of our clients can get rather impatiant.

"Lets, see, where are we now...fourthly, we're only reorganizing because we're opening up a new headquarters here. People getting recruited, jobs getting shuffled around, etc. Nobody died...well, at least nobody's death caused this.

"Hmm...once you get there, buzz the door and they should let you in. Finally, I expect you'll accept missions concerning your field of expertise...relic hunting, research, etc." He smiles. "Sorry if whole business seems a bit confusing...but, well, it is."

Once the man is finished, James will say "Well then, if you'll excuse me..."

James stands up. He picks up his glass and gulps the rest of his Scotch. He puts it back on the table and finishes.

"...I have to see a man about an office."

James turns around sharply and exits the bar. He follows the instructions to the building and presses the buzzer next to the door.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time, James?" he thinks to himself as he waits for someone to answer.

 

[Awakened]

"Sure, man," Marshall says casually, sipping at his coffee.

Cyrus finds a travel agency fairly easily. The building, labelled "Brookman & Sons Travel" is somewhat dingy, but looks mostly fine.

Cyrus walks inside and is reminded of his hangover as the bells on the door ring behind him. He traipses up to the main desk and speaks with the travel agent.
"Oh hello- umm, I got this address from a friend." He says as he hands her the notebook page. "The uhh, the friend is dyslexic and he has trouble writing things down sometimes. Can you check this Italian address for me real quick? Wouldn't want to end up in the circus maximus or anything, you know?"
OCC: Sorry about the delay, been really busy and lazy lately

 

[Imerak]

James

I think we'll stop here to let the others catch up.

Andrew

Andrew finds a ticket to Rome online and begins to pack his bags. The next day, he is on a plane flying out of London. He's flying coach, but the ticket was fairy cheap.

Cyrus

The skinny man behind the counter takes the adress, reads it over, and starts looking it up on his computer. A minute later, he looks up at Cyrus. "Hmmm...it seems to be some sort of club."

 

[reveal]

James

I think we'll stop here to let the others catch up.

Fine with me.

 

[Awakened]

Cyrus
The skinny man behind the counter takes the adress, reads it over, and starts looking it up on his computer. A minute later, he looks up at Cyrus. "Hmmm...it seems to be some sort of club."

Cyrus is amazed that the address is genuine and that the Silver Bullets are to meet in a club. So amazed, in fact, that he 'forgets' his manners and turns the computer monitor to face him.
"Hmmm. Guess you're right. Are you sure this is the place? It's important."
If the man is positive that no mistakes have been made, he asks the man to find any boats going out of Boston that would drop him off near Italy, Sicily or southern Europe. Cyrus makes himself clear that he does not want to take a plane. (Airline security guards aren't too happy to come across a guy loaded with knives and a fully loaded Ingram automatic).

 

[Jarval]

Andrew finds a ticket to Rome online and begins to pack his bags. The next day, he is on a plane flying out of London. He's flying coach, but the ticket was fairy cheap.

Andrew looks out of the window, watching the passing coastline below. He hums tunelessly, before opening up a trashy airport thriller to pass the time.

 

[Lichtenhart]

Monique

The rest of Monique's night goes more or less as planned, and she wakes up the next morning in her hotel room. She had managed to win a small amount of money (Wealth bonus +1) last night.

The following morning, Monique fully realizes how much she's excited by this new kind of adventure. She takes a long shower, gathering her ideas, then grabs her cellular phone. She has much to plan. She has never been in Rome,but she has been in Milan years ago, when she still thought a life as a top-model could be exciting. She had a different name then, but names are like dresses to her, they have to be changed according to fashion. She calls some of her old friends there, and ask them what are the best boutiques in Rome, especially asking for Roberto Cavalli, whose style would go very well with her mood, and the telephone number of the Savoy Hotel, a luxury hotel right in the city center, that was recommended to her. Once an arabian prince invited her there, but that's another story. She calls them to book a suite for a week, and to have a nice car waiting for her in Fiumicino. Finally she makes the last call to the airport of Nice to book a first class flight to Rome.

When she leaves Montecarlo, she has left behind another one of her skins, Françoise Treville disappeares, and Mary Delacroix takes the flight to Rome. Mary's hair is a richer hue of gold, her many curls gathered in little braids behind her ears. She's an american, and her accent of the south is clearly there to prove it, as are her tight jeans. She wears flowery earrings and a simple make up that make her look younger, more like a girl enjoying her vacation in Europe rather than a hunting lady as Françoise was.

Once in Rome, she behaves a couple days as a perfect tourist, visiting the monuments and going shopping, then one evening she asks her chaffeur to bring her near the club where she had her rendez-vous with the Silver Bullets.
Frowning slightly as she walks quickly toward the pub, she enters with curiosity written all over her face.

 

[DrZombie]

Jean-Jacque

About fifteen minutes after Jean-Jacque arrives, the man who he met earlier walks in. Spotting Jean-Jacque, he heads towards him and sits down at the other end of the table. "My, you're eager. Renaud, right?"
.

"Yep. I don't like sitting around with my thumb stuck up mon cu, when I might as well do something. Now , unless you've got a garage hidden under the dancefloor, I'd like to know where my new workplace is. I've got some equipment to buy, and you're paying, non?"

Hapilly slurping his expresso, he watches his new patron.