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
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.
Commencement 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. 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?"
