Name:
Stealth Contact

Setting:
Contemporary reality

Genre:
Mystery and suspense

Plot:
Cathexis4U Limited, located in the far ends of USA, is a small-scale cotton textile industry – not. For those who know, it’s an undercover organization, trying to root out terrorist activities throughout the world. The involved nations are (this is important): USA, UK, France, Maldives, Taiwan, Malaysia, India and Indonesia. The undercover operations have been recently infiltrated and Samuel Philips, head of the agent squad, has found out that at least one of his team members is a terrorist. Alarmed, he must find out, with the help of his team, which one of his so-called faithful team members have been working against them.

How to play:
The game is played in a specific manner. Some players must be true in their cause, working against terrorists – while others must be traitors. Now, you will not post that up with your profile (look below for character sheet). Instead, you will PM me whichever side you wish to be on, and I will approve or disapprove of your choice, depending on the situation (we can’t have 8 terrorists and 1 good guy, I hope). The player will be then given a list of five key points which the character knows. They will be about a certain person, community, policy, or whatever. The players are forbidden to reveal their identities and those five key points to anyone on the forum. If someone does, there is no penalty, but I would be greatly disturbed if I found out.

The next step is to start playing. I, as a GM, will be Samuel Philips and otherwise will guide you and reveal clues and situations which can help the characters to interact with each other and to find out the traitors and faithful ones through proof and keen observation. Naturally, the one who finds out will be the lucky one (unless he/she fails to put up a good fight thereafter) and will win. This doesn’t have to be the good side. If the terrorists are smarter, they’ll win.

Rules:
1.You cannot give superpowers to your characters, or futuristic weapons. You can use weapons that are under testing in the science labs, but that’s pretty much it.

2.Your character cannot know everything, cannot do everything and is not perfect. Your character must have an equal share of virtues and vices. Even if you are a terrorist, there must be something good about you.

3.You cannot reveal your side or key points to anyone.

4.No harassment, misbehavior or anything of the kind is to be tolerated.

5.Be regular. If you think you’ll not be regular (that is, you will not post for more than a week), then tell me in your PM beforehand.

6.Where this is set in the contemporary world, any condemn towards the current terrorist situation of the world might be hurtful to certain individuals. Where this comes under harassment, I’m mentioning separately to ensure you keep it in mind.

7.If you have an issue with someone, or anything related to this RPG (even me), please contact me instead of gossiping with others.

Dos and Don’ts:

Spies (Protagonists)

Do:
-Mistrust others
-Hold grudges/have fights
-Act good
-Act murky (recommended for confusing other players)
-Indirectly reveal your five key points (in RPG, but make an attempt to show it as a general idea)
-Not tell anyone if they find out a terrorist (not necessary)

Don’t:
-Directly reveal (through PM, online proclamation, open thought in RPG etc) your identity and five key points
-Force and tempt others to reveal their identity and key points
-Have superpowers, futuristic weapons or create unrealistic biodatas

Terrorists (Antagonists)

Do:
-Mistrust others
-Hold grudges/have fights
-Act good
-Act murky (only recommended if everyone or most of the players do it!)
-Indirectly reveal your five key points (in RPG, but make an attempt to show it as a general idea)
-Can make up their own reasons for attacking this organization (money, politics, cultural hate, religious hate or even because of schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. However, please note that if you choose cultural or religious hate as your motive, do not attempt to offend members of different races, cultures or religion. You don’t have to PM this to me.)
-Can team up with other terrorists in the game (not recommended or discouraged, just allowed. But you must PM me for permission, so that I can tell you the involved terrorists and then your must intimate the plan to me)

Don’t:
-Directly reveal (through PM, online proclamation, open thought in RP etc) your identity and five key points
-Force and tempt others to reveal their identity and key points
-Have superpowers, futuristic weapons or create unrealistic biodatas
-Offend any race, religion or any specified group of people.

About revelation of identity, no one will do so in or out of RPG. If a character is caught and questioned, only then the player has the freedom to reveal or conceal his identity. If someone guesses someone else’s identity, they may happy take the risk of plotting against them, but if they make a wrong guess – then they might fail! So be careful. Clues, hints and different situations will be regularly presented by Samuel (in character) or GM (out of character) for you to find out. GM posts in red.

So remember:
Protagonists have to root out the terrorists and eliminate them.
Antagonists have to fulfill their motive for attack (without revealing identity) and perhaps find other terrorists in doing so for help and assistance.

Profile:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality: (must be from the list of countries at the start!)
Race:
Spiritual beliefs: (you can invent your own, open category)
Fighting proficiencies:[weapons (up to 3) and skills]
Personality:
Appearance:
Biography:

So, as a step-by-step analysis of what you should do:
1.Fill up the profile.
2.PM me the side you wish to be on.
3.Wait for me to commence the game.

My profile

Name: Samuel Philips
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Nationality: USA
Race: White
Spiritual beliefs: Buddhism
Fighting proficiencies: An enthusiastic fighter, despite his old age. He can aim very well and he is known as Robin Hood for his perfect aim. He also is good at passing orders and preparing his team for emergencies. He usually occupies himself with handy grenades, two machine guns and a smoke shield.
Personality: A stubborn, arrogant but humorous man with leadership qualities. He is tough on the surface, but is helpful towards his teammates and friends when in need. He is rather brave and commands unmoving strength and steadfastness. He is known for gender discrimination when it comes to females.
Appearance: Blue eyes with dark blonde hair which barely reaches his ears. His skin tone is generally fair, but has darkened due to excessive toil over the years. He has few wrinkles on his skin but his teeth are pretty ugly, with cavities in the last two. He is a very muscular man with the height of 6’3”, known for his giant physique.
Biography: Samuel was always interested in weaponry and arts of fighting. His parents were divorced before his birth, and his father took his custody and took him to Ireland where he married another woman. There, his father acquainted him with a judo master who taught him judo and also referred him to other teachers who taught him shooting and aiming. He was schooled in Ireland, but for college he moved back to USA. He spent most of his time with his friend Kyle, whose father was in the military. Seeing the strength and determination of the young Samuel, he got him involved in Cathexis4U, and Samuel has been working there since. He has been promoted thrice in twenty years, now a part of the board of directors. He is single and has no children.

I hope you decide to join :)

Game Approved.












~Raven.
Senior Super Moderator.

Name: Xing Ang Jin (American version: Ang Jin (first name) Xing (last name) )
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Nationality: Taiwan
Race: Taiwan
Spiritual beliefs: Buddhist
Fighting proficiencies: Along with having a lot of Japanese martial arts experience(Jinen-ryu - He's a Jinenkan member!), Ang Jin knows how to shoot a pistol very skillfully.
Personality: Ang Jin, despite his young age, is a tactical genius. Though carefree and energetic, he knows when he needs to be serious. But, like all kids his age, he's pretty immature. Ang Jin can also be a bit of a prankster as well.
Appearance: At 4'11 in height, Ang Jin is pretty short. He has long black hair that his tied in a braid and his clothing consists of a traditional red silk shirt with dragons on it. Sometimes, for humor's sake, he wears sunglasses.
Biography: A joke goes around about Ang Jin that states that he was enrolled in martial arts before he could walk. Ang Jin was orphaned at a young age, and he was sent to live with his two strict guardians before running away as a stow-away to the US. Since he sucks in school, Ang Jin applied for Cathexis4U because fighting is the only thing he is good at.

Name: Kevin Smith
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Nationality: UK
Race: Caucasian
Spiritual beliefs: A proud Prodestant Christain.
Fighting proficiencies: He is a proficient rifleman with the C8 SFW carbine (Canadian made clone of the American M4 and standard issue weapon of the SAS) and also is fond of the American Colt 1911 .45 ACP pistol.
Personality:A gruff man who's seen several battles likes to get the job done. Though he may be very serious about his job, he enjoys having a good night out on the town and makes for an excellent friend and drinking buddy.
Appearance: Dark blue eyes, with short-cut brown hair. He wears formal attire to work, but nothing too flashy. He his very well built and muscular, but not quite as much as his SAS days. On his left shoulder there is a very large scare from a serious bullet wound he received in combat.
Biography: Born in a small village in Scotland, Kevin was never the most focused of students. He had the intelligence, but lacked the drive to do his best in high school. Despite these short-comings, he demonstrated immense athletic skill. Inducted into the SAS (British Special Forces) he quickly became captain of his unit in the Air Troops. When he was 27, he received a near fatal bullet wound in his left shoulder which forced him to be honorably discharged from the service. Not allowing this to hold him back, Kevin made a name for himself serving 3 years on the British police force. Because of his long history of military and police work, he was offered a job in the top secret international agency Cathexis4U, which specializes in sniffing out terrorist organizations across the globe.

Name: Gratia Bequem(Bick-Fame)
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Nationality: German- American
Race: Erm, German?
Spiritual beliefs: Agnostic
Fighting proficiencies: (rofl, I forgot to do this!) Small handgun, and a hatchet. Carries them with her at all times, conceiled under her skirt. Trained in kick-boxing.
Personality: Very respectful with authoritative figures, always has a smile on her face, not fond of sexist though, but will hold her tongue. Sweet, and considerate, but still has a backbone and will not let herself be pushed around.
Appearance: Jet black hair, always pulled into a bun when at work. Pretty short, 5 foot 2. Pale skin, and hazel eyes. Always wears a dress-suit(button up top, grey top and bottom. Skirt stops just below her knees.) and black high-heeled shoes, heel only an inch high.
Biography: Parents were born in Germany and migrated to the states. Worked their way to the California desert, where they barely kept financially stable. A year after their move to the Mojave a desert, their child Gratia was born. Raised on farm life, but always wanted more then just that. Went to school for business but ended up going into law. Graduated with honors, and ended up being asked to join the Cathexis4U Limited by a classified being. Only been in it for a few months. (rofl sorry that’s so terrible =P)

Name: James Madison
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Nationality: US
Race: White
Spiritual beliefs: None
Fighting proficiencies: SAW(Squad Automatic Weapon), Glock, and a bowie knife. He is a proud member of the spray and pray club. Using a SAW to guaranty that the enemy will be shot, using the glock and knife only when forced.
Personality: An army good old boy through and through. He is trusting and light hearted towards anyone who has seen combat experience, and feels a sense of comradery with them. On the flip side he looks down on the young and inexperienced(Except for those who take his word for law).
Appearance: 6’3 muscular build, short black hair cut in a “High and Tight”, blue eyes, angular features, like a statues, though not as good looking. He usually can be found wearing jeans, a silk collared shirt and an expensive leather jacket.
Biography: Two time war veteran, from Rochester NY, born and raised on a farm, one sibling he doesn’t talk about, parents dead. The only person outside the agency that he seems to keep in contact with is war buddies. He was asked to join Cathexis4U due to his spotless record, which includes three purple hearts, an Army commendation medal, and a silver star.

Name: Jason Amaryllis Del Blaine (Sorry, just in love with the middle and last name. I'll change the first name so we don't get confused between this and Rhap).
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Nationality: (must be from the list of countries at the start!) United States American
Race: White
Spiritual beliefs: (you can invent your own, open category) Baptist
Fighting proficiencies: Trained sniper. One of the best, though not highly ranked.

M40A3
Caliber 7.62x51mm NATO (.308 Win)Length44.25" (1124mm)Weight16.5 lbs (7.5 kg)BarrelSchneider Match Grade SS #7Barrel Length24 inches (610mm)Trigger Weight3 to 5 poundsMagazine Capacity5 roundsSightUnertl 10x with Mil-Dots and BDCStockMcMillan Tactical A4Max Effective Range1000 yards (915 meters)

(PSG-1's are idiotic to use in the battle field, due to the 8kg to carry)

Bushmaster AR-15 5.56mm NATO

Bowie Knife for CQC

Skills: CQC, and sharpshooter. Highly trained. Exceeds all physicals.

Personality: Really shy, but friendly. Doesn't like confrontation a lot. Often finds self wondering off alone.
Appearance: Black fatigues, white shirt underneath the jacket. Blue/green eyes, about 5'9", golden blonde hair cropped upward. Normal length (long enough to spike).
Biography: Shy, but trained really well in the art of what he does. Doesn't really ask a lot of questions. Falls into place and ranks easily. Not a higher-ops, but is well liked and used a lot.

Name: Neha Suri
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nationality: India
Race: Brown
Spiritual beliefs: Hindu
Fighting proficiencies: Is an extremely agile acrobat, and a certified Ninja, specializes in martial arts, and is a Parkour specialist. Carries a .5 mm pistol, keeps one gm of cyanide and 2 tear gas bombs with her at all times.
Personality: Outgoing and fresh. Little low on self-steem, makes up by high confidence. Assertive on most matters but ca be passive too. Agressive on certain conditions, well versed with foul language on such situations.
Appearance: 5 ft, chestnut brown eyes, long glossy black hair, trim figure, weird dressing style.
Biography: Neha Suri was born small town into an originally upper-middle class family living in a small town. She’d always dreamed of making it big on administration and was a big patriot....until that night.....now she isn’t so sure that country accounts for everything. That is what got her involved in the assignment in the first place, and the project happened just after she got engaged to dream boy Ankit Suri. Her supposed honesty and integrity makes everyone like her, though there are suspicions...apart from this, there is a certain colleague she has fallen in love with, how long she hide this?

Name: Horor Sky a.k.a Raven
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: UK
Race: White
Spiritual beliefs: None
Fighting proficiencies: Daggers, poison, and knives.
Personality: Mostly paranoid, insane, and unstable.
Appearance: Short black hair with bangs across electric blue eyes. Pale skin and dark circles underneath his eyes. He wears baggy, black pants, a ragged shirt torn almost to shred, and black combat boots.
His extremely thin.
Biography: Horor was born in a rural part of the United Kingdom. He was a farm boy desribed as sociopathetic.
That is why the ops keep him because of his paranoid and diluted fantasy. They know that he will kill and never feel any remorse.
(Hope this is okay Charisma.)

Name: Jackson "Lone Wolf" Wade
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Race: Black
Spiritual beliefs: Roman Catholic
Fighting proficiencies: Expert in use of modern firearms especially his weapon of choice the 12.7mm "Vychlop" silenced sniper rifle, with integral bipod and silencer
Caliber: 12.7mm special subsonic
Operation: semi-automatic
Barrel: n/a
Weight: 5 kg empty, less cope and silencer; 7 kg with scope and silencer, less ammunition

he owns a variety of supressed handguns including the russian made PSS pistol
Type: Double Action
Caliber 7.62x41mm SP-4 special purpose noiseless cartridge
Overall length 170 mm
Weight loaded 850 g
Magazine capacity 6 rounds.
Length: 795 mm with integral silencer
Feed Mechanism: 5 rounds detachable box magazine.

He is considered on of the best stealth operatives in the world and so is known as "Lone Wolf" but his real name is known throughout the underground community.he is supremely skilled in CQC and takes a huge amount of pride in it.
Personality: is reserved and never speaks unless he deems it necessary. he is by nature an individual and sees no reason why he should team up with anyone who'll jeapordize his missions.
Appearance: Tall, with light hazel eyes. Constantly changes clothes to suit the nature of the assignment. he wears specs for decor. his body is athletic and he has unbelievable upper-body strength. his face is deceivingly friendly and he tends to smile, even when things aren't rosy anymore.
Biography: Grew up in New York and was recruited at the age of 17. trained in the same unit as Jason Amaryllis Del Blaine. Spent time inactive as a member of NY SWAT team. went underground soon after his sister's family was killed.

Welcome to Stealth Contact everyone, and here’s your awaited announcement, preceded by a few guidelines.

Here’s a reiteration of some basic things (and some basic ideas which were not discussed earlier) you should have in mind.

1.Don’t reveal your identity and key points. Repeat after Charisma until you start talking in your sleep.

2.Protagonists, you can act murky and good, any you like and can do best. Antagonists, you can act both too, but if the majority are being good, be good too, okay? You don’t want to get caught!

3.Your key points are your key to the solution. They can guide you, misguide you – so to make maximum benefit of it, use it to guide others, and misguide others too. :p It is compulsory to reveal your five key points as the plot gets heated up, and if someone has a problem here, Charisma’s the man witch.

4.BE REGULAR! And if you can’t be, that’s okay – but remember, Charisma has a punishment for them. You can call it a solution, too. When someone is inactive for more than a week, either Charisma will automatically respond, or one of you should PM Charisma if Charisma doesn’t realize it. And then – Charisma will summon her beautiful GM powers, and will produce a situation to free the related persons of the inactive person for a while. Whenever he/she awakens, the GM spell will find him/her a place once more.

5.Remember, all of your characters know each other, they are not strangers. Some of them can be friends and others can be enemies. This is your own choice, as to whom you want to befriend and whom you don’t want to.

6.Your characters don’t just have this job, okay. They have a social life too (exceptions of a few members who show their character as a social outcast). So have a little fun, humor and day-to-day conversation. Of course, no mothers calling your character when they’re stuck in an active volcano :) Actually, that’s a good idea…

7.Natural deaths will be seldom, if any, but they will be Charisma’s choice. Chances of being killed off by Charisma are increased if: you’re inactive or you’ve revealed your identity. That doesn’t mean you should never reveal your identity when someone provokes you, but this indicates that you’ve had your dose of fun in the game and need to be eliminated. Charisma will, however, do a lucky draw if more than one people meet these criteria. Natural deaths will probably not happen if you kill each other a lot.

8.As far as murders are concerned, don’t just start to get to each other’s throats. Everyone wants to have fun! So, when one makes an attempt to finish someone, here’s what Charisma will do: Charisma will take the two peoples’ names, give them codes, and whichever code the murderer chooses, will be the guy who wins the argument. E.g.: Bick wants Oasis Writer dead. She’ll post her murder post, and PM Charisma. Charisma will give Bick the code 9345 and Oasis Writer, 6234. If Bick chooses 9345, Oasis Writer will die. If the other one, Oasis Writer will not die. To prevent confusion, PM the related player beforehand so that he/she doesn’t post a rebuttal unless Charisma decides. However, to make it easy – no murder requests until Charisma posts the permission.

9.OKAY, for those who think it’s not happening, Samuel can get killed. It’s simpler in that case: you make a murder attempt on Samuel, and tell Charisma. Charisma will inform the members, who can post up their vote (yes or no) on Charisma’s profile. Charisma will follow the majority vote.

10.Charisma has noticed some of you RP in first person. No issues – you can RP in first-person perspective or third-person, whatever you like best and can work with. Charisma uses third-person perspective, but everyone is free to choose their perspective of narration.

11.Also, if you want a discussion thread, post your vote on Charisma’s profile. Charisma will then ask Raven to make one, depending on the number of votes.

Now the real spice *Drum roll*…

The game is commenced!

Underneath this message is Samuel Philips introductory post, after which all of you should start posting.

The plain white tile clapped as S. Philips made his way to the board room. The black on the walls glinted mockingly, a scent of cardamom coming from the kitchen. The grey weather also added to the gloomy mood. Samuel bit his lower lip, foraging for a cigar in his pocket.

“Great.”
He grunted as he realized he had no more left. Shaking his head in discontent, he stormed into the board room and raised his honey yellow head, his oceanic eyes illuminating his sight. All the spies straightened, except Ang Jin who preferred to cling to the ceiling fan. Samuel showed him a knuckle sandwich at which he giggled carelessly and dropped to the chair beside him. He took the head chair, looking at all of his teammates – particularly the donuts at the centre of the table.

Then, he boomed abruptly:
“Okay folks. We got an issue ‘ere. You din’t get called at six o’clock for free donuts. It’s ‘cause of a big thing. People, we have been broken into. Ya hear me? Cathexis, Four, You, has been broken into.”

Everyone was surprised, but in everyone’s dismay there was a difference of intention. Samuel paused and then stood up from his chair, turning his face to the window. He could see a long wine coiling the balcony, perhaps just scrubs. Beyond it, a hazy sky stung his eyes.

“And the people are none other than, terrorists. Filthy and sickening terrorists. And ya know the twist in the story? They’re sitting right amongst us – “
Samuel turned around, to find the sneaky Jason grab a donut from the centre of the table.
“Eating donuts?”
Ang Jin spoke softly, at which everyone laughed, except Raven and Samuel. Samuel banged the table, and everyone stopped laughing.
“Ang Jin, get out.”
“S-sorry sir.”
Ang Jin muttered, feeling a painful lump in his throat. Samuel sighed and got back to the topic.

“Anyway, they’re probably right beside you. In this room. Anyone of you – could be a terrorist.”
Seriousness prevailed. Everyone exchanged desperate looks, with mixed emotions of fright and suspicion. Raven smiled at which his seat fellow, Jackson, morosely stared at Samuel.

“And that filthy piece of dirt will have to be eliminated, he likes it or not. And maybe they’re more. Who knows.”
He then started to take a round of the room, finally stopping at Jason who sat at the other end of the table.

“Jay-son.”
Samuel spoke with a high pitch, then breaking into laughter.
“You’re never upset with what I say. Something’s fishy.”

“Then there’s ma champ.”
He delivered a friendly slap on James’s head, and James passively smiled. Beside James sat Kevin, who was busy tending his hair.

“What d’we know…terrorists are fashion conscious!”
Kevin bit his lower lip, at which Samuel gave a friendly pat on the back. Next was Gratia. She was prepared for the local guy Samuel, posing another ‘sweet’ gesture.

“And you, my little lady. Can’t think of you bombing the world, eh, can I now?”
Jackson instinctually straightened, his eyes flashing. Samuel gave him a good kiss on his head, at which he blushed profusely.
“You’re ma fave, so yeah, it can’t be a lil sweetener like you.”

Raven sat still on his seat, lost in his thoughts. Samuel didn’t allow himself to get any closer than he already was, and simply said:
“And here’s our killer.”
He then slapped himself, murmuring under his breath:
“Might as well be the killer.”
Afraid of any sentimental or uncontrolled reaction, he quickly jumped to the last person. Ang Jin.

“And my puppet. You lil kid can’t be any terrorist, but might as well blow a bomb without knowin’ it.”
Ang Jin shyly lowered his head, at which Samuel laughed.
“Now don’t be a pumpkin and smile.”
Ang Jin obediently lit up, his legs now swinging in joy. Samuel breathed out a heavy amount, and then sat down.

“Let me put it this way. I’ll divide you into pairs. And then you can collect your mission details from Sarah, the receptionist. Now, Kevin, you’re with Jason.”
Samuel didn’t take any more pauses and spoke in one go.

“Gratia with Jackson, our old champ. And Raven, you’re with James. And Ang Jin, since you’re under eighteen, you come with me.”
Ang Jin was happy and satiated, perhaps only at surface level. Samuel then spoke unhappily:
“You’ll live at my house, since you’re a stray. That’s a lump of Nirvana. I’ve never dated so that I don’t get anyone in ma house. And I’ll be fitting a lil menace in.”
Sighing, Samuel finally picked up two donuts and fitting one in his mouth, turned away.

“Dismissed. Ang Jin, follow me.”

Ang Jin followed Samuel out of the building. As the two walked out, Ang Jin began to think about the meeting. He trusted his teammates more than he trusted anyone. He didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, but he did trust them all the same. Ever since he ran away, he didn't have anyone to hang out with, and being a kid, that was all that his mind was on. Now there was a traitor amongst them? He didn't feel sad, more so scared. He could defend himself pretty well for someone his age, though the thought of having someone who poses as a friend scared him. It sent a shiver up his spine.

Samuel was pretty strict, but Ang Jin knew that he could never compare to Wong Chan and Sen Gao, Ang Jin's former guardians.

And that's why he smiled.

Samuel blew out air from his nostrils, proceeding to his car. Andrews, the chauffeur, looked at him questionably. Samuel nodded as he opened the door for him.
"Boarding already, sir?"
Samuel shook his head, pointing towards Ang Jin.
"Not meh. I ain't goin' nowhere yet. Sarah's gotta coordinate with me, so I'm stayin'. This pumpkin here needs a ride to my house."
The chauffeur smiled, somewhat shocked. Never had Samuel sent anyone to his home. Samuel then turned to Ang Jin, saying:
"You'll find Misty at my apartment. She'll guide you through stuff."
Immediately, Samuel turned away and left.

Ang Jin didn't exactly like being called a 'pumpkin', but he'd been named worse.

Ang Jin stepped into the car, and the chauffer began driving. He didn't talk to the chauffer and the chauffer didn't talk to him. Finally, they reached Samuel's house.

It was a big house that could have been comparable to a mansion.

"Nice house," Ang Jin commented. The chauffer didn't answer back as he drove away.

Ang Jin tried opening the door, but it was locked. Ang Jin tried to bust it open, but as he was just about to drive his shoulder into the door, it opened.

As Ang Jin crashed to the floor, he noticed a shy looking girl with big glasses on.

"Um, hello." she said in a mousy voice. "I'm Misty."

Ang Jin blushed and got up from the floor. "I'm Ang Jin."

"We've been expecting you. Follow me."

Ang Jin was led up a large, spiral staircase that reminded him of the tall Buddhist temples in Taiwan.

"We have to make sure that everything is properly in place before Master Phillips gets back." said Misty. "He's a grouch when things aren't in order."

"Yeah, no kidding." Ang Jin muttered under his breath.

Just then, Ang Jin smelled something heavenly coming from the next door over. Instead of following Misty, Ang Jin followed his ravenous appetite.

"Wait!" Misty piped, but quitely. "Don't go in there! That's the kitchen!"

Ang Jin didn't listen as he opened the doors to be greeted by twenty five pies on a long table.

"We could get in trouble, Ang Jin!"

Ang Jin picked one up, and threw it at Misty. It turned out to be a cream pie, because white cream was spread all over her face.

"Oh, you asked for it!" Misty's usually meek voice growled.

She then threw a pie at Ang Jin's back when he wasn't looking, and the war was on. Apple, blueberry and cherry stuffing was all over both of them as they laughed together.

Just then, they heard footsteps.

Gratia watched as Samuel and the child walked out the door, as the others got up from their seat. She gently glided up, pressing the wrinkles from her thick grey, wool skirt. Her heals made steady noises on the hard floor as she walked towards Jackson. She smiled. He was being very casual with his clothes today, she noted. He had on faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket and Red Sox cap.

“Festive.” I grinned.

She walked forward and he followed not far after me as they went through the door.

“How’s your day been going?” She asked, slowing to get at his side.

Jackson heard the heels coming towards him. He expected some smart remark from Gratia, she was always quick on her feet.

"Festive." She grinned, he grinned back. He got up to follow her and managed to catch her by the door.

"How's your day been going?" She asked.

"Nothing much, just some terrorists causing a ruckus now we gotta save the world. Y'know , the usual." He always felt that Gratia was the only one who got his weird sense of humor. She smiled before turning to Sarah the secretary to take the mission details, he in turn smiled courteously at Sarah.

He turned back to Gratia who was smiling at him.

"Lunch?" He said.

“Aha, you bet.” Grated said, turning her eyes back to Sarah.

“Here you go Miss Bequem, and Mister Wade.” Said Sarah, handing them both unmarked envelopes.

“Mister Philips overworking you?” she asked grabbing the envelope.

“You know it.” She smiled weakly, waving us off.

We walked in silence down the steps, and out the front door of the building.

“How about that old Italian Restaurant?” I suggested, “I’ll get us a taxi.”


A taxi was coming her way, and she jumped up and waved her hands, getting the drivers attention.

“Hey!” She yelled, as he stopped next to her.

“Where to ma’am?” The taxi driver asked.

“I forget the Restaurant’s name.” she said trying to remember, “That old Italian Restaurant that’s been there for ages?”

“Ah, I know what you mean.” Said the man.

She quickly got in the back seat and Jackson followed, closing the door behind him. She looked out her window, watching the people on the side of the street as the car went through the road. She smiled as she saw a gold-painted man act as a statue, she loved street performers.

The taxi came to a stop, and stopped in front of the Restaurant.

“That’ll be 15.50” said the taxi driver, looking at Gratia in the back. She quickly took out a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Keep the change.” She smiled, and slid out from the car, with Jackson not far behind.

I walked into the Restaurant, and the smells of spices and sauces filled her nose. A hostess came up to them with two menus in her hand, “Hello, smoking or non-smoking?” she asked.

I pulled out my pack of cigarettes, “Smoking please.” She quickly led them to the bar, placing the menus in front of two seats, and quickly slid the ashtray between them.

“Mmm, I love this place.” I said, sitting on the booth, “Want a drink?”

"Great." I said to softly for anyone to hear, "They stuck me with the nut." I gave a side long glance over at Raven and gave him my best smile as I reminded myself that I had survived war and could survive some crazy kid.

I watched Samuel and Ang leave quickly, and thenGratia standing to get to work before I finally forced myself to get on with it, I had an order.

I stood, and walked over to Raven but not to close. "Well lets get started." I said a little bit of the old army sergeant voice coming out making it sound like a comand, and to a point it was.

"Sure why not? It's only," he looked at his watch,"twelve fifteen." He watched as she ordered the drinks,"No no! Not vodka and tonic, just vodka." Jack smiled to take the edge out of his voice, he just wanted something to take his mind off what seemingly pointless mission Samuel has sent them on.

"Can you believe he kissed me." He grabbed a Malboro from Gratia box. She smiled, "Alright say it."

"I thought you quit?"

"I did." he lit the cigarette,"I cant believe he did that. Don't get me wrong we are friends but-"

"You're over reacting." Jack shrugged because he knew she was right. The drinks arrived, but Jack sent the waiter back with a refill before he could take another order. Gretia looked at him nervously. Something was wrong with him.

Gratia grabbed her beer with the lime inside it, and took a deep sip. She looked over at Jackson, and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him on the head. He shot back in surprise and she laughed.

“See. It wasn’t that bad, now was it?” she teased, waving her hand to get the waiter over to them.

“I’d like a cup of fruit, and a small garden salad.” She told him, handing the menu over. He nodded and walked off.

She quickly grabbed a cigarette, and lit it before Jackson could say anything. “Nothing wrong with doing it once in a while.” She muttered.

She sighed, feeling herself calm as she inhaled the smoke.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or will I have to beat it out of you?” she joked.

She then waved for the waiter again, as he passed by, “My friend would like to order as well.”

"Booze, cigarettes and kissing?" He looked at her suspisciously,"Who sent you?" They both laughed. She could see that He had relaxed a bit. He put his elbows on the table and took a small sip of his second vodka and vodka.

"C'mon Jack, talk to me." She put her hand on his. He looked at it almost as if it were a mouldy growth, not with disgust but with intrigue.

"It's Barbara's anniversary tomorrow." She held his hand consolingly.

Barbara was Jack's older sister. She was shot by a robber a year ago and her family were taken hostage and killed. The memories were still fresh in Jack's head, like it had happened yesterday. He remembered coming to see her as he did everyday and walking in on a slaughter. Blood was spilled every where, his blood. The house in was bloodier than a low budget butchery. There lying in a pool of crimson tears his nephew lay, his throat had been viciously slashed, Jack could see the blood slowly choking him, the sickly last breaths of his nephew echoed in his head.

Gratia watched him closely, he'd stopped smiling, she could see it in his eyes, he was remembering.

"Jack? You okay?"

"Huh? I'm fine," He pulled his hands free of her grasp,"just a little pissed that Samuel could have us working tomorrow that's all. What's in the envelope?"

(Hope this okay.)
Raven pressed his face on the window watching rolling thunder clouds come closer. He smelled the smell of cigars and ash. It made his blood boil deeply. It made him want to kill.
But he had other important factors to do. Like begin the reports of the information the group has so far found.
Raven breathed in out. Slowly and calmly. He was known for go wack at important times.
He didn't want tog out of wack right now. But the smells of the place were testing, teasing, and pushing him. He opened the window to grab a rain droplet from outside. The cold gray sky seemed relazing and calming. Raven closed the window as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He hid behind the couch wanting to easedrop.
It was no fun when he was isolated from everyone. They always kept him out of the loop. But he didn't blame them. He didn't he has tried to kill them numerous times. But he doesn't fill guilt for it because he can't remember any of it.

Samuel had just returned from the office because he was feeling nausea all over again. He had forgotten to take his medicine this morning - last night's incidents had him confused. He heard playful noises from the kitchen and he immediately turned red, realizing that bringing Ang Jin home was a bad decision.

"Misty!"
Misty felt horror run down her spine as the last of the array of pies fell from her hand. She looked back at Ang Jin, whispering frantically:
"Get out of here! Through the back door!"
However, it took quite a while for Ang Jin to respond, despite his athletic capabilities.
"ANG JIN!"
He screamed, stomping his foot as he entered the kitchen. The cutlery trembled, as if a terrible earthquake had hit the city. Misty quivered, trying to disappear somehow. Samuel exercised his fists, trying his best not to act violent in front of a child. He moved closer to Misty, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"GET OUT!"
She jumped to the back door, perhaps overjoyed.
"And to top it off, YOU'RE FIRED!"

Samuel gritted his teeth, as the poor maid left the kitchen. Samuel then felt a terrible headache hit his head. He looked back at Ang Jin, saying weakly:
"Clean up this mess and then go watch T-"
His voice trailed off as he fell to his knees, coughing.
"TV."
He deliberately finished, trying to reassure his health.
"Right now."

"Misty!"

Ang Jin scrambled after the ex-maid, and caught up to her. She didn't say a word.

"Misty, I'm so sorry," Ang Jin said. "Listen, I can find you a job."

Misty continued to walk.

"Misty, I-"

Misty turned around and slapped Ang Jin across the face. Ang Jin, without words, wondered for a moment if he was really slapped. Then, the stinging sensation of a thousand lashes by Wong Chan came to his right cheek. However, what was hurting more was his heart. As Misty walked away tearful, Ang Jin was left to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

But as he was cleaning up the remnants of sweetness, he remembered something. Samuel was staggering as he left the kitchen and he was in a lot of pain. When Ang Jin was finished cleaning up, he found Samuel drinking a beer as he swallowed some big, round things that Ang Jin assumed were pills.

"Hey," he said to Samuel. "I'm sorry for the pie incident, I really am- I already apologized to Misty. What do you take the pills for?"

As the people passed by they weren't talking about anything special just what they did over the weekend. He barred his teeth a little and took his switch blade and cut the back of the leather chair up.
Raven walked off to look for something to do. He saw a rat and playfully he grabbed it and cut its tail off. The creature was squealing like a pig as he put it down on the ground watching as the blood scattered across the floor. He felt satisifed now. He heard people whispering about hi. He wanted to cut them up to. Raven sighed again and walked off.
What Raven needed was a break. But then again he never took his breaks working 24hours every day was something like him.
An insomniac. Raven wondered where he should go now or what to do. He was supose to be fixing those reports, but he just didn't want to. He wanted to kill and watch the blood flow.

Samuel pushed his hair back, trying to get hold of reality once more. Ang Jin stod by his side - when he had asked him to go watch TV - apologizing. And then asking a question.

"Hey," he said to Samuel. "I'm sorry for the pie incident, I really am- I already apologized to Misty. What do you take the pills for?"

Samuel grunted and took a seat. He felt much better after having some beer, and wasn't in a mood of screaming.
"Kids will be kids. Ain't gonna change no matter how much I say. Now, I asked ya to get your butt on the couch afta ya clean, but here we are."
He then yawned, not sleepy, but just renewing his energies.
"Now the question. I wouldn't tell ya, but here. I'm really ill nowadays, mercury poising trails from last week. Thanks to the terrorist, extra adrenaline hasn't helped."

Samuel then got up, thinking about Misty. He silently picked up the receiver and pressed 4 for a speed dial.
"Yes sir?"
Donald, Misty's fiance, squeaked. Misty could be heard crying from behind.
"Donald, call Misty back. Give her a good kiss and tell her to come back on duty. I got no time to find another maid."
Samuel was ill tempered, but he was quick on getting back on his feet, too. He turned towards Ang Jin with a satisfied smile.
"I'm going back to the workplace. I can't take you along, and don't ask meh why cause I ain't tellin'. You'll stay home and watch TV. Your mission details will be couriered to you by - "
He turned to the clock in the hallway, which read 1:20 pm.
"Three. And then you'll message me on my cellphone, and get to work."
With that, S. Philips left.

James and Raven
James, you have a new message from Senor Stewart. Your mission has been changed to P56. You must approach Foreign Minister of France for a meeting being held in the Council Hall of Paris, 4 pm French Standard tomorrow. Tickets are available with Anna, the undercover sweeper. Raven, report to Samuel's office immediately (message delivered by Evangeline Hawker, the standby receptionist).

Raven looked at his mission watch.
"Aw! Crap," Raven said aloud.
Raven turned around and went to Samuel's office. He took the long way trying to breathe in calmly and slowly breathing. He was still thinking about killing even at this moment in time. He had to make sure he wasn't like this when he got into Samuel's office.
he switched his switch blad back and forth before putting it back in his pocket. He walked into Samuel's office.
"You need me sir," Raven said formeley and respectfully keeping his posture as straight as can be.

Samuel jumped as Raven entered, though he had been preparing for this encounter. Something about Raven (other than his psychotic issues) had him on the run 24/7. Samuel sighed and got up from his chair, a little shaky from the shock.
"Here's what you must do, Raven."
He then looked behind, as if someone was filming this. Looking straight into Raven's eyes, he finished:
"You're a great killer, Raven. But the situation calls for work. I haveta get back to Ang Jin as soon as I can, but I haveta handle you too. You were supposed to work with James, but that idiot got a regular assignment to handle. He's not going to be available until tomorrow night. Till then, I haveta get you busy."

Samuel then sat down on the couch in the corner of his humongous cabin.
"Unfortunately, your role in the mission was the killer and James was the planner. Now, I can't keep it that way. I wanted to send you with him to France, but the Foreign Minister won't let you in. Cursed man."
Finally, getting up, he handed Raven the diskette he had hidden in his coat pocket.

"I know this is tough, but you have to try your best. You're supposed to interrogate a prison in downtown, the cell numbers in the diskette. Our agents will record the film, while you get the truth out of them. They were at the building when the infiltrations took place. Just don't kill them."
Samuel put a lot of pressure on his last sentence, hoping Raven would understand.

"Yes sir," Raven said grabbing the diskette.
Raven left the room. The thoughts of no killing came into his mind. His mind went into a spur.
"Just do your job Raven," he told himself outloud.
No killing though. Non. He needed to kill it bled through him like a wicked beast. He put his back to the wall. He took his switch blade out and scratch the wall.
He put the knife back. He took out his diskette reader and put the diskette in. This was the only time it was okay to do this. His eyes read the whole entire list so fast. He remember everything in a split second. He went to Ann's desk ready for whatever to come.
"Ann darling I need my gifts," Raven said.
"Here...its Anna also,"
"Right,"
Raven stared at the ticket. No killing they told him. Raven glared at the tickets. Raven walked off and yet the ticket continued to tease him.
"Shut up you insolent little!"

Samuel slapped his temples, staring back the clock. It mocked him. It was just 1:50. He wanted to get his lunch but he couldn't leave the building until Jason and Kevin moved with their mission details and until Ang Jin didn't message him. The cafeteria was closed for maintenance.
"I want lunch."
He growled like a baby and leaned against the wall. He suddenly felt his back twitch and he reached for it to scratch it. Unexpected as it was, he felt a slimy substance crawling down his spine.
"What in the world is that supposed ta be?"
He jumped up, taking off his shirt in worry. He then flattened the shirt, laying it down on the table. It was smeared with blood.

"Hehe. That's me alright."
He smiled as he located a wound on his back.

"Who lives in a pinapple-"

"Seen it."

"Timmy was an average kid-"

"Seen it."

"It's Jimmy Neutron-"

"I've seen that too! Jesus-Buddha! 3000 channels and nothing good!"

Just then the door opened, revealing Misty.

"Misty!" Ang Jin sprang up from the couch to greet her. "You're back! How-"

"Mr. Phillips re-hired me." she said with a smile.

Ang Jin smiled as well, thinking to himself how the old fart couldn't be such a strict guy after all.

"Want to watch some TV?" Ang Jin asked.

Soon after, they were both watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

"Yeah, Leo! Get Shredder!"

"Whoa, that was a nice move from Donnie!"

Ang Jin blushed and stammered as Misty reached across his lap, but then realized that she was reaching for the remote.

"What?"

"N-Nothing!"

When Misty switched the channel, Ang Jin wondered to himself how a woman in her twenties could look so beautiful to him.

Raven kicked a rock into the gravel road. He was walking to the car, but he really didn't want. He had to finish those reports lying in his desk. He was suppose to at least, but he didn't. Instead he had stabbed about a pound of rats and left them there to rot.
He looked to the sky still dark as ever.
"Is he serious there is no way you can get a plane up there while its storming like this," Raven said.
You're just upset that you can't kill. The tickets teased him again.
"I SAID SHUT UP YOU LITTLE INSOLENT!"
In a fit of madness Raven threw the tickets on the ground. Quickly realizing what he had did. Now he was to chase them as they flew off in the wind.
You can't touch us. They teased once more.
"When I get my hands on..."
Raven grabbed the ticket now muddy and hard to read. He wondered if anyone would except tickets this dirty. He mumbled nonsense under his breath.
"Stupid mission, stupid Samuel, stupid....stupid...stupid," Raven grumbled.
Raven sighed as more rain poured down.

I took long inhalation of the cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly.

“I should have never quit.” I muttered, putting the cigarette out on the ashtray.

“Why don’t we eat, then worry about work?” I said, taking a swig of my beer, “We work too much.”

“That we do,” he said, taking a drink from his glass, a look of sadness still on his face.

“You know.” I said poking him in the chest, “When this whole mission is over, I’m taking you out for some good old German cooking at my folks house.” He smiled.

“That’ll be the day.” He said.

“C’mon, my family loves you.” I said, as the waitress came with my meal, “What are you going to order Jack? My foods all ready here.” I said, poking a fork into a piece of juicy watermelon.

"I'll have..." he looked at the menu intensely,"i'll go with a big steak and fries." He looked at the waiter,"You have that right?" the waiter nodded and glided away.

Jack turned to Gratia and watched her munch on the watermelon for a while until she shrugged her shoulders as if to say "what?".

"Nothing." He diverted his attention to the envelope. Inside were his mission. He read the A4 page inside. As always it required him to sneak around:

JACKSON WADE
Jack you must infiltrate the regional HQ of Groeder Industries and find any information on The Denver Project. This information must be relayed back to Samuel ASAP. Following this you are required t rendezvous with Gratia at checkpoint designated by her. The two of you will continue on with an updated mission depending on the result of your missions.

His steak and chips arrived and he played with it. Another sneak and steal, he thought. He looked up at Gratia who had also opened her envelope.

"Well?"

I quickly opened tore open my envelope, pulling out white piece of printing paper with only a few lines of words on it’s back.

G.BEQUEM
You are to sort through the mail until called by your partner Jackson, in which you will immediately get your updated information from Sarah, and plan a place of meeting back up with your partner. Enjoy.

I frowned, “You get the fun job. I’m stuck doing this!?” I quickly slid the letter back into my purse, tossing out a five dollar bill and four ones onto the counter, “Well, I guess I should get started then.” I muttered.

“I’ll see you Jack.” I said patting him on the back, “Call me when you’re done. I don’t want to be stuck sorting too long.” He said something as I walked out. I motioned for a taxi, as I went back towards the office. I only hoped I didn’t have to go get the mail from the PO box.

It had been a while since I had heard from Samual or Kevin. Didn't bother me much, I wasn't much of a talker anyways. I sat at the top of a tall building in New York, looking around the area with the scope of my sniper rifle. It was unloaded, but I honestly couldn't care much. I was only going to be in New York for another evening, and I was licenced to do what I was doing, even if it was technically a licence I never really had.

I had gotten a letter saying that something was going down in New York. Lies, it felt like. Nothing was happening right now. The location was correct, the scenary was almost empty, or as empty as it can be for a major city, and nothing suspecious.

Terrorism at a minimal. Hard to believe with the breach in the security.

I pused myself up and laughed. This was overly-boring. My side vibrated gently. I pulled my cell phone out and listened.

French Embassy. Fire. Terror. Meet up with Kevin at some point in time. Go.

I hung up, sighed, and packed away my weapons. Another bull**** mission, it seemed.

I tapped my foot as I waited in the luggage collection line. It seemed to be forever since I’d first gotten on that terminal plane connection in Greenwich. I looked around for signs of my soon-to-be-employer, but found no one matching his description around.

“Excuse me Ma’am?” I turned around to find myself facing a security woman.

“Yes?” I asked a trifle impatiently.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but there’s a minute problem. Can we see your id please? No pressure of course, but it would be helpful if we could.”

I groaned, then started emptying my purse, until I found my driver’s license. I handed it to the officer. She nodded, apparently satisfied and then moved on to the next person. I collected my luggage and moved to the exit. Once outside I looked for the man I was supposed to meet. He was late. I grinned wryly, I should’ve known. Men are famous for unpunctuality. I just hoped he would show up soon. I had a life to get away from. And fast.

When Misty left to get the mail, Ang Jin was still flipping channels.

"Ang Jin!" Misty called. "You have mail!"

Ang Jin picked up the large, manilla envelope and saw the word 'Confidential' in big, red letters.

"Is he going senile?" Ang Jin mumbled to himself. "I live with him. He doesn't have to waste stamp money. Oh well..."

He opened the letter and it read:

A.J. Xing,

You are to spy on any suspected terrorists and report back to the leader if you find anyone suspicious.

"Hm, that should be easy enough," Ang Jin said.

I had to smile as I watched her leave. I had gotten out of haveing to hang out with that crazed Raven. I pocketed the envelop and frowned slightly, i had a political mission, so i wouldn't get to shoot anything. To bad, but at least it should be an easy one. I slipped on my leather jacket and headed down to my car. It was a 87 mustang dark red with leather seats. Of course i called her Sally. I slid quickly inside the car and reved up the engine. "They don't make these like they used to." I said to myself and buckled my seat belt. If the army had taught me anything it was safty, they always went on about safty.

The airport was only a half hours drive from the agency so I made it there in no time, luckily for me traffic was pretty much nonexistent and I parked close to the terminal and made sure that i had a wall on one side of my car so at least it'd not get scratch on both sides and parked it close to the wall to give whoever parked next to me plenty of room.

Anna was waiting near the big pane glass windows that lined the front of the airport. She had long blond hair, and a great figure even under her coveralls men walked by and glanced her way. What a strange agent she was. Always undercover as a janitor. I smirked at her as I walked though the automatic doors and put on my best asshole look.

“Hi, sir.” She said as if she had never seen me before and I walked up and slapped her firmly on the butt. She had of course discreetly moved a hand their with a ticket for me and I grabbed it as I hit, and then braced for what was next. SMACK. Her hand lit of the side of my face. “Can’t even say hello to anyone any more.” She said loudly to the crowd now looking at us. Sure it attracted attention but they definitely wouldn’t suspect us of being agents. I walked swiftly away from her as the security guards began coming over to inspect what had happened. I trusted her to tell them that she handled it and to let it go, and to use her charms to make them forget anything had happened. I had worked with her on many occasions and she was good at what she did.

The plane trip was uneventful as always and I managed to grab a nap for about half the way, only waking when the plan touched down at JFK airport. In NY. From here I’d have to transfer but again it was no big deal. I walked calmly though the huge airport and managed to make it to my plane which was scheduled to take off by nine pm. I took another nap after setting my watch to go off at eight thirty. I boarded the plane and had an even longer trip to Paris. The city of love. Truthfully I had been there many times and it was a dirtier place than Boston or NY would ever be.

I landed in Paris at five in the morning local time and sighed. I had slept most of the day before and all that night. I felt like doing something so I figured I might as well visit good old Franz while I was here. Franz was an old vet like me, who I’d met while deployed and we had immediately became good friends, and of course having a Franz as a good friend means you’ll never have to be weaponless in Paris, and I hated being weaponless.

Franz lived in the slums of Paris, not because he didn’t have the money to live in a nice Villa, but because rich people don’t buy guns. Or at least most of them don’t, and if they do, He’d once told me that they had the money to drag their asses down here to buy them. I knocked on the door which opened immediately to a short French man with a funny little mustache. A smile quickly spread over his face. “If it izn’t good old James, my friend.” He said loudly and grabbed me by the arm dragging me inside of the dirty looking apartment complex. This was just a trick of course. As soon as I made it past the lobby everything was new and shiny.

“I see your doing pretty good for yourself.” I said and he nodded as he motioned for me to sit in a bright red velvet chair with a table in front and another chair on the other side. I sat and he quickly got some wine and a bottle of Jack. “You know me to well.”

“But of course you Americans have no taste for the finer things in life.” He said as he pretended to pour the Jack with distain into the small crystal shot glass, before pouring himself a glass of fine wine.

“How can you not call Jack single barrel one of the finer things in life.” I said as I quickly downed the shot. We sat there talking for a little while before I got to the reason for my visit, “I need a glock with two clips of ammo, and a good knife.”

He just grinned and went to a volt. He opened it quickly and took out a suit case. “I always keep this ready for you. “You should know that.” He said and we toasted to the good old days with the good old boys, many of who aren’t around to drink with us.

“Well it’s two so I need to be going to work. I’ll try and return these before I go, and to get in contact with you again.” I said and walked to old compact I had rented for the job. I missed my Sally already.

Ang Jin
You may start spying, don't you want clues?

Kevin and Jason
You should move and get to the French Embassy, as your mission states. May go individually or as group, as you like. A little help from Charisma the witch:

Francine Jonathan, cook and interim accountant, fled from the burning building which once stood mighty and firm. After 3 hours of outhouse medication, she is ready to talk.
"It was awful - simply awful."
Were the first words she uttered. After she was calmed down, our reporters asked her about the fire.
"It started at night. I was attending a few guests from France, interestingly they were not invited nor had they informed of their arrival beforehand. The security guards were requesting assistance in determining the safety of letting them in, but the French officials were adamant. They mentioned that they were from Lyon. I followed up with the General Secretary, Winston Huckleberry, who was still on the receiver when fire erupted from the 2nd floor. After that, I could only witness anarchy and chaos which ended with the blackening of the air."
Our reporters talk to the policemen who assure us that the ground floor and basement have been saved miraculously, and although the infrastructure is too weak and treacherous to use, the related authorities have arranged an emergency meeting with a few unnamed officials. Anna, our reporter from Washington D.C., reports that the unnamed individuals would be about two in number, not any less. - The New York Times, May 2nd '08.

Gratia
Check the mail, unless you want to wait!

Jackson
We await your arrival. As soon as you come, if Gratia hasn't posted, do the honors of coordination or move on.

James
Good post. A little help from Charisma the witch:

The old compact, its rust and orange blend shimmered in the sunny garden as it drove in. James stepped out, only to be greeted by an array of security forces who fully surveyed him. In about fifteen minutes, he was led in the Foreign Minster's office where he sat on the throne-like chair, just finished with a French delicacy.
"Bonjour Monsieur, It is a pleasure to ve able to meet you."
He spoke in a barely fluent English, but James politely greeted him and took a seat.
"We have to talk about some bisaic things. Fifi, bring the Globail Warming Churt."

Raven

The rings of the chains echoed a feverish look as Raven walked in. It was pure pleasure for the lad, however he also had in mind the task he had been bequeathed with. The first on his list was Sikes, a famous wrestler who guarded some part of the fake cotton mills, designed to fool outsiders. The microscopic cameras zoomed in on Raven as he bluntly stepped into the stinking cell.

Neha and Samuel's part comes in the next post.

Neha and Samuel Ab hoi na mazaidaar baat! ;)

Samuel stood apologetically by the side of the exquisite sofa which reflected light from the sun. Samuel and ducked it jumped to close the window.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry for being late."
"Late? Is that all, Sammy?"
Samuel sighed in disgust as Neha got off the couch.
"You were late, and sent for a stupid boy who arranged my transport in second class limo, which took me to the hotel. And after the entire night of desperate waiting, you tell me you're sorry for being late?"
Samuel turned towards her, her beautiful mascara eluding his mouth with saliva. He was hungry, and her eyes looked like butter toffees.
"I'm sorry for that too."
"Whatever."
Neha turned away, rolling her black hair into a bun. She had just changed into a office dress from her saree, something which condoned Samuel that she would act normal in front of everybody.
"Have you introduced me to everybody, Sammy?"
She asked, jumping on the bed with a tired grin.
"No. They're busy with missions."
Neha sighed, and then yawned.
"Then get out of here. In my country, women are respected and left to themselves when asleep."
"Yes, ma'am."
Samuel groaned and quickly jumped out of the hotel room.
"You better adjust me in a better hotel!"
She screamed from behind. Samuel smiled, then laughed to himself.
"That woman is nothing but trouble. She says she wants a better hotel. Pain in the neck. This is the best this city's got, and she knows that so well."
He then picked up his mobile, dialing a number. Soon, someone picked up.
"The Chairwoman of the Indian branch is here. Yeah, Miss. Suri. Still beautiful! Shut up, I'm not hitting on her. She's my daughter's age! Barbara, shut up. Oh, I still have to call her ma'am. I know she's not my boss, but she likes it that way and you tell me - oh never mind! You always think I have a crush on her."
Samuel dropped the call, sighing.

I finished dressing and looked at the mirror, grinning. Not so much of a Indian beauty, but I did have style. Currently I was dressed in a off-shoulder long Madame creation with a shrug, and pencil jeans. I looked snug with the stilettos enhancing my height from 5 to somewhat more, giving me a stately look. I opened my vanity box and fished the color lip gloss out, and applied it. Next I put on my lenses and then did the eye make-up. By the time I’d finished, I looked the image of the success I was. The Chairman of the Indian Branch of an international chain.

And something more.

I rang the reception, waiting impatiently as the bell rang.

“Yes Ma’am?” the receptionist answered.

“Is my car there?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Fine, tell the driver to park in front of the back-entrance, and inform me when he’s parked. .”

I hung up and walked over to the window. The only thing about this hotel that appealed to me was the view from the balcony. It was
beautiful.

The phone rang again.

“Yeah?” I barked.

“Ma’am the car’s out at the back.”

I hung up and walked out of the suite. At the lower entrance, my car was waiting. I sighed with relief seeing the black Mercedes. I’d had enough of the silly excuses of limousines the city had.

I climbed into the car.

“Suresh, ek kaam kijiyega, aap piche ke raaste pe laga dijiyega.
(Suresh, do one thing, park the car at the back-entrance)”

“Ji Madam.
(Yes, Ma’am)”

I leaned back into the plush seats and grinned. It was going to be fun.

Samuel had just entered office, and glanced at the clock. 9 am. He recalled the positions of his little missionaries, staring at the black computer screen with small characters jumping on it.

Ang Jin - Spying, lodged at your house
Gratia - Checking mail
Jackson - Off to HQ of desired location
James - Meeting up Foreign Minister, Paris, Fr
Raven - Interrogation in cells, pending due to rainstorm last night
Jason - French Embassy, Washington
Kevin - French Embassy, Washington

Last updated: 8:09 am.

He smiled and took his seat, saying to himself:
"And remind yourself that Samuel has a free day today, no worries at all. Because his teammates are too busy to disturb him."
Just then the receptionist roared through the microphone on the information desk.
"Mr. Phillips, you'll be entertaining Miss. Suri today."
Before Samuel could swallow the tiding of misfortune, a musical of heels rang in his ears and the door slowly opened.

I opened the door and walked inside, grinning at Samuel’s obvious discomfort. He certainly had NOT been expecting me. Well, now that I was here, he sure was not going to be all that much free anymore. I walked up to him and dropped a kiss on his cheek, then laughed when he squirmed. It was fun making him uncomfortable. I liked it.

“So Sammy,” I said, flipping through one of the employee files, until I came to the portfolio.
Hmm...cute, I went back to the name. Jason Amaryllis Del Blaine it read, age 23.

“What Neha?”

“Where is the staff?”

“Out on mission Neha,” he replied, “I told you yesterday, remember?”

“Yeah, but I thought I commanded that they be introduced to me.”

“Um, they’ll be back when they complete their missions.”

“I want them here today. Call them off. Whatever. I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Neha.”

“It does Sammy, when I’m the boss.”

“But-“

“No buts, remember, one phone call and you’re fired. So unless you want that to happen. I want them here, NOW!”

I walked over to his chair, and he scrambled out of it.

“Please, get out of here now, and do not disturb me, I got some phone calls to make.”

I picked up the receiver of his private line, and dialled. He started moving towards the door.

“And Sammy-” He stopped at the doorway.

“Yeah?”

I grinned, “No pressure.”

Samuel squealed for his life as he stepped out of the audibility range for Neha.
"Anna, get me two drinks."
"Miss. Suri drinks?!"
Anna was surprised, though she kept her eyes on the computer screen, typing an email.
"I don't know, and I don't care. I drink, and I drink two when I miserable."
Anna laughed, typing the order down on the order panel beside the computer desk.
"What has she done now?"
"What? She has done everythin' to annoy me. I thought Ang Jin was trouble, but no, she's the master of trouble! She wants me to call off everyone from their missions for 'er stupid matchmaking services."
The dialogue come out quite blunt, at which Anna raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"Helen will get your order in two minutes. You want two scotches, right?"
"Yeah."
"So early in the morning?"
"YES!"
Samuel almost screamed, and then boiling all over, started his complaining once more.
"And she is using my private phone. She betta be reincarnated as my pet, because then she'll see meh in action."
Without waiting for Anna's comments, Samuel returned to his office. He had something to tell to Neha.

Samuel squealed for his life as he stepped out of the audibility range for Neha.
"Anna, get me two drinks."
"Miss. Suri drinks?!"
Anna was surprised, though she kept her eyes on the computer screen, typing an email.
"I don't know, and I don't care. I drink, and I drink two when I miserable."
Anna laughed, typing the order down on the order panel beside the computer desk.
"What has she done now?"
"What? She has done everythin' to annoy me. I thought Ang Jin was trouble, but no, she's the master of trouble! She wants me to call off everyone from their missions for 'er stupid matchmaking services."
The dialogue come out quite blunt, at which Anna raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"Helen will get your order in two minutes. You want two scotches, right?"
"Yeah."
"So early in the morning?"
"YES!"
Samuel almost screamed, and then boiling all over, started his complaining once more.
"And she is using my private phone. She betta be reincarnated as my pet, because then she'll see meh in action."
Without waiting for Anna's comments, Samuel returned to his office. He had something to tell to Neha.

"I thought I told you to leave me in peace Sammy," I raised my eyebrow as he came in.

"I have to tell you something."

"Well it can wait honey. And please gemme a coke will you?"

"What-?"

"What what?"

"It's urgent Neha. I have to tell it to you."

"No, you don't honey. I know"

"You love me don't you?"

I started laughing when he blushed to the deepest shade of crimson. It almost seemed like my joke had hit reality.

"Kidding, honey, and I guess you don't know. I got engaged."

"That's...great. Simply beautiful. But try ta understand Neha. I haveta tell ya something important. Business."
Samuel gave Neha a stern look, the kind he never gave to her before in their entire meeting. He calmly took a seat in front of her, sighing.
"I know you're real excited about coming 'ere. But I didn't get ya called here for monkey business."
He walked around the room, blocking the shutters and turning off the security cameras.
"T'is has some value."

"Hey, try keeping those looks to yourself," He had me fuming with anger now, "And as for my monkey business, you don't like it? Keep your opinions to yourself. Or if you prefer i'l get you transfered and get some who can keep their mouth shut."

He shifted uncomfortably.

"What's this important crap now?"

"Shut up Neha. The cameras are off. You can quit your attitude now."
Samuel grinned, taking a seat once more. He pulled out a file from underneath his laptop and handed it to her.
"Read page six."

"And you think I pretend my attitude?" I stuck my tongue out at him and started reading.

Samuel chuckled and leaned against his chair, relaxing.
"No kiddin'. You're a naughty mama, like Jennifer Lopez or Shakira."
He then breathed out angrily and spoke slowly:
"On the page ya see, is the list of our suspects. You have to play with 'em, you know what I mean?"

"Yah," I looked at the sheet of paper containing the name of the suspects, and blinked when something went into my eye. The eyes began to water. I rubbed them. Then blinked.

"****!"

"What?"

"I lost my contact."

"No!"

"Yeah, so i'm like pratically blind in one eye." I grinned. "I guess you'll have to read out the list to me."

Samuel sighed and slapped his knees.
"Okay."
He then took the file from Neha, who was now searching for her lost contact.
"The list of suspects are gonna be: Ang Jin, Jackson, Gray-"
Just then the door was knocked. Samuel threw the file away, knowing that each attendant had a stupid camera attached to them. He then moved to the door and opened it, only to receive the waitress.
"Two scotches, sir?"
"Yeah. And bring a coke too."
With that, Samuel shut the door and drinking from one glass, he put the other on a side. Suddenly, his mobile vibrated and he picked it up.
"Angy. He said he'd message me when he gets a mission. Stupid him, he messaged me yesterday and it gets to me tomorrow."
The message opened to reveal it was a different message from Ang Jin.
"No lunch?!"
Samuel frowned and slipped the mobile in his pocket.
"Gotta go, hun. Seems like the little pumpkin got stuck. You take this file, and read it when you're done hunting down a solution n' stuff."
Without waiting, Samuel ran out of the office.

Misty was out with Donald, and Ang Jin was left to cook lunch by himself.

"I'll be back tomorrow, Ang Jin," she said. "Why don't you go ask Mr. Phillips what to do?"

He did, but Sir never messaged him back. Ang Jin rummaged through the pantry and found a pan of Jiffy Pop. The popcorn in the metal sealant read 'Do not put in microwave' in English AND Chinese, though somehow, Ang Jin must have missed that.

But before he could put it in the microwave, he heard the door slam.

Samuel walked in, smelling a nasty odor which filled himself with premature anger.
"Stupid pumpkin."
He thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen, where Ang Jin was gazing at teh thousands of items but nothing was to be put into immediate use. Samuel walked in the kitchen, containing his wrath.
"Great, this is just great. You almost burnt my micro!"
He opened the microwave, revealing a gush of smoke which tampered with his nose. Samuel sighed and detached the microwave, putting it at a side.
"Now, where were we?"
He said to himself, and then clicked his fingers.
"So ya little pumpkin need lunch! Here we go. I know a Scottish delicacy you'll simply adore."
With that, Samuel opened the fridge and foraged for something.
"How's your work going, by the way?"

I got up, after Samuel left, and fixed back the contact which I'd taken out before.

I didn't feel that comfortable around him anymore. Something had changed, since the last time, I don't know, he'd turned too...cocky?

I went out taking the file with me, along with Jason's employee file, I'd look into them later.

"Anna?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said, getting to her feet. I like this woman. She showed respect.

"Oh, sit down. Just wanted you to call my driver to the front entrance. Tell him to be there in one minute."

I walked out of the office and stepped into the lift, and reached the ground floor in record five seconds. I walked out to find the car already parked. And I also saw Samuel's car heading down the hill.

I jumped in and instructed Suresh to follow him.

His car soon came to stop in front of a bunglaw. This must be his house. It sure was pretty. I watched as Samuel got out and walked up to the front door. He took his key out, let himself in, slammng the door behind.

I waited for ten minutes. Then got out of the car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

In truth, Ang Jin had forgotten all about it. But why not start right here?

"I have one suspect in mind, sir." he said, squinting his eyes at Samuel. "This could turn out like some kind of ironic twist- for all we know, you could be the terrorist!"

Samuel almost dropped the cheese from his hand, and a sadistic smile occupied his small face. He thought over Ang Jin's words for a few moments, and then chuckled.
"For all we know, the president could be a terrorist!"
He then chuckled, ignoring the doorbell which someone kept pressing.
"Ang Jin, you can spy on me for fun, but you're gonna waste time."
There was some amount of grave danger echoing in his words. After hearing the most sheer doorbell sound ever, he groaned and walked to the door, and opened it, the cheese still resting in his hands. The door opened to reveal Neha.
"Neha?!"

I walked inside as Samuel finally opened the door.

"Hmm, nice place, Sammy." I said in reply to his plain old Neha.

"Thank you," He followed me as I made my way to the charred smell, and came across the kitchen, a very sophisticated kitchen if I might add.

And then I noticed the person sitting on the dining-table chair.

"Well, well, well, if you ain't a secrets man Sammy," I turned to him, smirking, "Why din you tell anyone you had a kid?"

"Do I look like I'm his kid?" Ang Jin said sarcastically, putting emphasis on his black hair and narrow eyes.

Samuel's jaw dropped down as Neha said that to him, at which Ang Jin gave a blunt response.
"Miss. Suri," He started, trying to show to Ang Jin that they had no deep relations, "He's a spy, Ang Jin. the youngest of our team. As per children rights, he's staying with me. He's not my kid in the least."
Samuel then pulled out a chair for Neha, speaking softly:
"I'm preparing lunch. You'll have some, right? Since you both are vegetarians."

(Double post. No thank you Neha. :p)

"hmm...I wonder now Sammy, how the headquarters will feel about you keeping underage children as spies?" I turned to the kid. "As for your question honey,one never knows with Sammy, for all we know your Mom could have been from Japan." I ruffled his hair, my motherly instinct coming into effect. "If you ain't his kid, then who are you pumpkin?"

Ang Jin gulped. He didn't want to tell Neha that he was some homeless kid who happened to know how to fight, so he said something with a serious face for the first time.

"I'm your colleague. Nothing more."

"Yeah, I'll have something to eat Sammy, but it better be good." Then I answered the kid. "None of that crap fro you love. I'm senior to Sammy, so in equation, I'm your boss. You can't hide anything from me. I'll find out anyway. But I'd rather hear it all from you."

Ang Jin concealed his surprise by crossing his arms and pouting.

"If you must know," he said. "I'm a stow-away from Taiwan who sucks in school, and only knows how to fight so, therefore, joined Cathexis4U."

Samuel looked back and forth, at the otherwise jolly boy and the spoilt woman who were exchanging fuming expressions. He quickly jumped to the fridge once more and pulled out some spring onions and cabbage.
"Betta safe than sorry."
He thought to himself as he threw the freshly cut spring onions in the saucepan.

I walked over to the kid and hugged him.

"I'm sorry for you darl, I din mean to hurt you."

I turned to Samuel.

"Since you're a single man, no use letting you take care of the kid alone."

I paused for a moment.

Then dropped the bombshell.

"I'm moving into this house, for the rest of my visit."

Samuel dropped the last packet of cornflour.
"You're kidding me!"
He screamed, fatigued by the mention of it. It made sense why she wanted to move in, but Samuel had never dated just to avoid people from getting into his house - he didn't even tell his father about his existence! And now, two people were going to burden him in the name of profession.

I smiled sweetly at Samuel and then looked at the kid to see how he would react.

In truth, Ang Jin didn't really know how to react. This Neha was almost bipolar- first she was cursing at him and then she was giving him a hug, and now she was moving in.

"Uh...welcome home!" Ang Jin said as he hugged Neha.

"Welcome! Welcome my foot!"
Samuel cried to himself, but remembering he was cooking something, turned to the stove. His spatula danced with the eerie green vegetables which were rolling in orange gravy. He pouted as the foster mother and her ninja hugged, and morosely set the table and placed the casserole in front of them.
"Mixed vegetables, Scottish style."
He spoke plainly, still suspended in shock. As soon as he was done, he turned away and walked out of the kitchen.
"I think I need a shower. You two bond or something while I get maself cleaned up."

I took in as much as possible as I moved within the Embassy. A lot had been going on and Kevin was still no where to be found. I would have to figure out what was going on in the next few hours before anything else retarded happened.

Fire and death was everywhere. I didn't much like the scene around me, but I could do nothing about it now.

"Are they still here?" I said in the best French I could.

"Bomb, not arson." He replied.

I wasn't expecting that. The building wasn't in that bad of shape for a bomb. By the looks of the burns in the walls, and how directed the flames had been towards the people, I would have bet it were arson.

"You sure?"

"Very much, sir."

"Hmm.." I said, as I followed into another room, much larger than the hallway we had been walking down.

Ang Jin shoved his face full of steamed vegetables and turned to Neha.

"So what's your story?"

I groaned, sitting back in the seat the mail scattered all over the conference table. I cursed under my breath. 3 hours of searching though mail that was obviously nothing personal or useful. 98 percent had been junk mail, the other 2 percent mail that hadn’t even been theirs. I looked at a letter, I laughed when I saw the name.

“Gratia Bequem.”

“Why would you send that here mother?” I muttered, putting it in my purse. Why hadn’t anyone called? I quickly began to put the mail back in the bag. Boredom.

Samuel jumped into the shower and turned it on, avoiding the water drops from hitting his new burgundy and yellow shirt he had gotten from Marks and Spencer. He ducked the sunlight and pulled out his new mobile phone, the latest model of Nokia. He dialed a mobile number with such speed and accuracy that one could tell it was his routine.
"Hello?"
Someone picked up the phone, her voice exhausted.
"Georgia, it's me. We have a problem."

My phone rang, and I quickly picked it, yearning for human contact.

"Hello?" I said of my own voice shocking me. I hadn't heard anything louder then the sound of rustling paper in hours.

"Georgia, it's me. We have a problem."

I quickly sat erect, jolting from my seat and going to the window of the room.

"What is it Nick?" I asked, alarmed.

"Prob is, that Miss. Chairwoman of the Asian Beauties thinks she has the right ta ruin ma life. She's gonna stay ova ma house. AS IF!"
Samuel screamed, annoyed. He then sighed and leaned against the wall of his wardrobe.
"We haveta think ov somethin'."

I sighed, not what I was thinking about. I wanted a god damned mission. A real one.

"Nick." I said with a groan, "Thanks for the excitement." I looked out the window. I wanted to just hang up then, but I knew I'd be in big trouble for sure.

"Why don't I take the princess in?" I said, "She might not like it as much though. My apartment is simple." I said looking at the cars below, the sun shining. I yearned to be out there.

"She'd probably enjoy the puppies momentary stopping of the drooling over her though." I said with a grin on my face, "Wouldn't she?"

Samuel sighed and felt like tearing his flesh off.
"Georgia," He started, almost circumumbulating the bathtub, "I can't get the witch outta here 'cause of Ang Jin. She suddenly has turned into some sort ov Fairy God Mother and wants to mother him. And that boy can't leave either. I wish I could move somewhere!"

I laughed, but stopped quickly. I could feel the agony of his situation. I looked out the window, my antsiness enthralling me. I bit my lip.

"Let her take over the house for her stay, and come bunk in my extra room." I said, a pang of worry of what the repercussions for that offer would hold.

Samuel stopped getting nervous and gave a serious thought to her offer. Sure, there was no maid in the extra room, and no theatre system, but it was better than living with the folks he had here.
"Ya know, that ain't a bad thing. While Neha n' her little baby talk, I could vacation at your apartment. With you."
Samuel laughed, and then rushed to the cupboard.
"Okay, I'm coming over in ten. Fine?"

I looked at the bag of mail.

"Give me 15, I'm not even home myself." I quickly ran down the steps, dropping the bag off at Sarah's door.

"I'll see you there." I said. I hung up my phone, and went to the back of the building where my motorcycle sat. I jumped on, turning the key, the motor music to my ears.

"I just invited my boss to live in my house." I muttered to myself, as I took to the street, "Am I that god damned insane?"

I took quick turns, not running into much traffic as I got to the back of my apartment, locking my motorcycle to the tree. I looked at my watch. 5 minutes.

I ran up the steps, quickly unlocking my door and thrusting it open. Silence. Perfectly clean as I had left it. My living room was small, barely enough room for the small 12 inch television and well cushioned couch that was in front of it. Next to it was my kitchen, something I had no time to use. It was rather small on it's own. Just big enough for someone my size to move around. I quickly went to the extra bedroom, and pulled the extra blanket from the closet, and put it on top of the bed. I was straightening the covers when I heard the doorbell.

God I hoped he was more pleasant then he was at work.

Samuel stopped his car in front of a small apartment building. He had been successful in escaping without letting the guests realize. He just left a note on the TV which read: 'Gone for a short break. Back by night.' He had also decided to drive for himself, without the chauffeur since it would require telling the both. He now walked up the stairs, whistling a pleasant tune. He then pushed back his hair and pressed the bell harder than ever before. The door opened after a short while, to reveal an exhausted young girl holding a cushion in her hand.
"'Ello lady."
Samuel grinned and quickly went past her, eyeing the lounge.

I opened the door, the pillow still in my hand. He walked in.

"'Ello lady."

He went towards the lounge, seeming to take everything in.

"It's not much, but then again. I don't have much of a home life do I?" I said with a grin.

I tossed the pillow on the couch.

"So. We have movies, mostly German ones. You might not like them. We have food. I make a killer Artichoke heart and spinach pizza, or we could order out." I said pointing to the phone.

Samuel nodded, his mind on something else.
"Make that artichoke."
He said inattentively, his eyes on the wall hanging with an old man sitting with a young woman, probably Gratia and her grandparents. Samuel took a small floor cushion and sat on it, untying his joggers. He thought over Neha's reaction and then about his plans.

I smiled. Quickly going to the kitchen. I grabbed the pre-made dough from the fridge, and rolled it out, gently maneuvering it with my fingers. I put the dough onto a clay slate, and grabbed the Alfredo sauce from the fridge, spreading it lightly onto the pizza. I took the cheese, and drizzled it over the sauce. I grabbed the artichoke hearts and spinach and spread it over the cheese. I put the pizza in the oven, setting it for 375.

"Mmm. Pizza." I said. Turned towards Samuel who was now on the couch. I went towards the living room, and gave him a smile.

"Why don't we turn something on." I said with a grin, bending over in front of him, turning the small television on. I heard a cough, and I suppressed a giggle. I stood up.

"I should really get out of my work clothes." I said, running to my room to change to my home clothes. Damn this wool dress.

sorry this took so long.:)
The darkness gave Jack adequate cover as he turned into the alleyway. He pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket. There was a back door just like the blueprint said.

The Groeder building was fabulously tall and majestic, probably alot of guards lurking the corridors.

He pulled out a silenced 9mm and held it with his right hand as he opened the door with his left, all that stood ahead was darkness. He silently closed the door behind and waited a minute for his eyes to adjust. When he could see clearly he moved on down a dark corridor until he got to a door. He could hear footsteps echoing off the floors. He opened and closed the door loudy. Jack waited as the guard's footsteps grew closer before standing back from the door 9mm pointed at chest height. The door opened...

(That's alright Toni. Ack! I blame Bick for telling me that name.)

Samuel sighed and picked up the remote.
"Yeah, what to watch. No good baseball game on, and even the French cooking program has been shut down fer some stupid reason. N' I ain't watchin' Tom n' Jerry."
Then Samuel yawned and adjusted his back pillow.
"Thank God. You look like a stewardess in your office clothing."

Jackson
Sylvia had just dropped by to see her father's latest project, when she heard footsteps across the stabilizer module.
"No one is supposed to be there except staff, and its lunch time."
She thought to herself and tiptoed to the module's easiest to open door, her sandals making small squeaks. She opened the door and saw a gun pointed at her.
"Jesus!"
She was shocked, and backed away as Jackson withdrew his reflexes and didn't fire yet.

The smell of iron and mold filled Ravens mind and nose. He felt an urge bubbling inside of him. He saw the man sitting with a wide smirk.
"Tell me your plans," Raven said bluntly he didn't care he wasn't going to try to become this man's friend.
"Tell me something Mr. Investigator...do you like the song that is called You Drop a Bomb on Me...it has the tune of the Carwash song?" the criminal asked.
"Answer me first!" Raven demanded his attention and his mind in a frenzy.
"Do you like the Moonlight Sonata from Beethoven...heard he wrote because he was in love?"
"TELL ME THE INFORMATION YOU HOLD!"
The prisoner smiled.
"I heard from many people that you had lost your mind,"
Raven couldn't take it any more. He disliked this man. He tooks his switch knife out. He grabbed the man by his dirty prisoner shirt. Raven begane to beat the man senseless.
Blood spilled on the brick walls that smelled of mold. Raven sprayed blood all over the walls. Raven wouldn't stop even after the man was dead. The prisoner body shook as stabs continued to be thrown at it.
The smell of mold was now covered by the smell of iron. Raven walked out the prisoner cell covered in blood.
He clicked on his watch.
"Mission turned into an unexpected death," he recorded for his superiors to hear later.
Raven sighed and put his knife back.

Raven

Samuel received a message on his mobile as he played with the TV remote.

Raven - Killed Prisoner w34 while interrogation, he refused to confess

It was from the cameramen accompanying Raven. Samuel sighed and messaged back:

Quit operations for now. And drop Raven back at his apartment.

(This is my last post for SC today.)
"Let me take you home Raven," the cameramen said.
Raven glared at the man. If he was able to do he would strangle that man quickly. Raven wanted to smash his face in with his own precious camera. Even so Raven walked out to the car taking his switch knife out. He scratched the paint of the car off.
Raven was now in his dark apartment. He had a lot more work to do and yet he was here the chamber as most called it. Raven never opened the drapes and never let light through. Raven went into his office and grabbed the reports for the other people's missions. Raven was to continue to edite these. Raven put a stack down on the desk and got up from the desk. He walked into the kitchen and took out last nights Chinese, fried rice and some chow mein. He took some scotch and went back into his apartment. He opened the desk up and grabbed his lucky scotch glass.
He poured the scotch into the glass and stuck chopsticks into the Chinese. Raven grumbled a little and took out his pen.
Raven looked at the dark amber scotch.
"Can only have two glasses...I have to do these reports and edit them,"
Then something caught Raven's eye. An old newspaper article and its title read: You Dropped a Bomb on Me.
Raven grabbed the newspaper in a frantic physcotic way.

"Goddammit. This sucks." I hung the phone and looked over to where Angi sat. And smiled. We had bonded quite well over the last few hours, now that Sammy was out of the picture. I picked the phone again with a sigh and dialed.

"'allo"

"Hello Anna? Neha here. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm off on a special mission on orders from the Cabinet. It'll be a good two weeks before I return. Let Sammy know. And tell him, he'd better get the staff here by tha time or he's a goner."

"Yes Ma'am."

I hesitated for a moment, spectulating on whether to tell or not. Oh, I'll let it out, it'll give him a scare, and that'll be a pleasure.

"Uh Anna? Tell him I'm taking someone along with me."

"Someone?"

"Angi."

Samuel waited for Gratia to get done with food already. As he leaned against the pillow, finally stopping the channel at the 'National Geographic', he growled at himself as his phone rang. Muting the TV, he pulled out his mobile and spoke coarsely:
"'Ello?"
"Hello sir, this is Anna. Miss. Suri has said that she'll be going on an emergency mission issued by Cabinet."
Samuel couldn't feel any better.
"And she's taking Angi along. Whoever he is."
Samuel frowned, but smiled after a short pause.
"Fair, but she betta let him do his job too."
Samuel was about to drop the call when Ana squeaked:
"Also, she said that you should assemble the team in two weeks' time, that is, when she is expected back."
Samuel grinned and immediately ended the call.
"In her dreams."

I quickly changed into a white, large, baggy T-shirt, and threw on some old worn jeans with holes in various areas. True comfort right there. I took the bun from my hair, and it fell loosely over my shoulder, and I gave a sigh of relief. Good to be home. I slipped on some cotton socks, and dashed out of the room the smell of the pizza coming to my nose.

I looked over, there was Samuel half-heartedly watched the television. I quickly walked over to the oven, pulling it out and quickly cutting it into slices. I put two on each plate and set it on the small table.

“How about a game of Pictionary while we eat?” I smiled, “We draw the first word that comes to mind, and the other person tries to guess it.”

Samuel shrugged, quickly switching off the TV.
"As ya wish, sweetie."
Samuel gave way to Gratia to sit on the couch, rubbing his knees. For some reason, he was feeling very tired. He took the plate from the table and immediately took a bite.
"Good work."
He commented, finishing the pizza quickly so that they could play Pictionary (not like it was something too much).

Double post.

Ang Jin hid in the bushes near Gratia's apartment. He climbed the fire stairs to only stop at each floor and see if the apartment belonged to Gratia. Unfortunately for Ang Jin, this meant climbing to the top of the apartment building. Ang Jin cursed as he climbed the stairs, despite the prevailing winds. He finally got to one window, and inside, was Samuel and Gratia playing a strange game. They were drawing pictures.

Ang Jin started to bang on the glass with his fists, but that didn't work. It didn't get their attention. Sighing, he took off the screen and picked the lock.

Without them noticing, Ang Jin closed the window and said brightly, "Surprise, sir! I'm back again!"

Samuel almost felt an heart attack as Ang Jin climbed in.
"What are ya doin' 'ere, pumpkin?"
He said worriedly, getting up momentarily.
"Weren't ya supposed ta be leaving with Neha?"

"She had to go run an errand," Ang Jin answered.

When he saw what was on the table, he gasped.

"Are you guys playing strip pictionary?!"

Samuel sighed.
"I betta be reincarnated as a king who never needs to see anyone."
He thought to himself and replied to Ang Jin's question:
"What makes ya think we're not?"

Ang Jin shuddered. Seeing his leader with even his shirt off would be worse than torture.

Samuel sighed as the innocent boy kept staring at him. Gratia walked to the kitchen, probably to get pizza.
"There you go, keepin' the young lady busy. Females ain't built fer long term work."
He looked back at Ang Jin, his eyebrows arched in question.
"So, what's yer reason for comin' 'ere?"

Ang Jin shrugged. "I was bored. And Neha isn't back from her errand yet."

He sat next to his leader.

"Why are you here? I was looking all over for you in the mansion."

Samuel sighed and patted the boy's head.
"Let's say I was feeling conquered with Neha around the house."
He then yawned, raising his arms as though in surrender.

"What do you mean by 'conquered'?" The curious Ang Jin asked.

Samuel laughed. The Chinese descent of the boy made it harder sometimes, or maybe he was good at prying and digging out details.
"You know," he started, unable to find the politically correct terms for the lad.
"She was bossin' me around, forcing me to do things her way. It gets to a man who's lived his life alone since he were eighteen."

Ang Jin shrugged. "I think she's pretty nice. But does it really get to you that much?"

Samuel silently nodded, watching Gratia as she arrived with pizza, and then went upstairs for some reason.
"'Ere, have some pizza."
Then he rephrashed his offer.
"Without any meat, I fink."

Ang Jin inspected it carefully, just in case it had any pepperoni or sausages. When he realized that it didn't, he took a bite. Then he took another, and another until he finished the whole thing in about five bites.

"Heh," he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I was hungry."

Samuel laughed once more, crossing his arms.
"I don't blame ya."
He did looked at the clock and sighed.
"Isn't it way past nap time for you kid? Like, noon nap or somethin'?"

Ang Jin crossed his arms. "I'm fourteen."

Samuel bit his lower lip, and nodded.
"Honestly, I knew that. But I've run outta topic, and I fink ya know that. Now temme; whatcha really here fer?"

GAH. Double trouble.