Realistic or Modern &nbsp; And Then There Were Four (spy thriller rp)

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Yesterday was the initial start of the Doomsday Protocol, and Rhys has gotten little to no sleep. After the broadcast, he had Athena handle and monitor what the world was doing. Apollo and Poseidon didn’t have to do much, just assist Athena in any way. He then had been on the phone with the Sponsers for hours, going over what they sought was nessicary for their first outing. It had been 3AM by time that was over, and now it being 6AM, he was just now waking up.

Fixing his tie, he stood in front of the squat mirror in front of his sink. Wearing a tasteful speckled grey suit, accompanied by a black tie and Oxfords. A suit was his second skin. Sliding on his glasses, he gave himself a quick once-over. Satisfied, now it was time for buisness.

Hades stood at his table, which currently projected a global map, the countries currently deploying troops and or missiles highlighted red. Taking a sip of his coffee, he watched as the interactive map updated him.

FrostFire · Sep 30, 2017

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow had been in her pyjamas since late afternoon, sitting in her favourite comfy wheely chair, her legs flicked over one of the armrests, her back leaning on a pillow wedged into the other, a laptop balanced precariously on her knees and a very large bottle containing a slightly coloured and aromatic liquid wedged into the chair next to her, a teabag floating inside. Ever since the broadcast had been made, she had been sitting here, her long, pale fingers flying over the keys making a quiet tapping noise in the dimly lit and otherwise deserted room. Of course, she had told the others to go to bed - Apollo and Poseidon would probably need as much sleep as they could get. Willow was, of course, used to sleep deprivation. In the Jegertroppen they had trained her for many thing, including this. Although she did manage to get a few hours sleep, still in the chair and setting her computer to beep if anything happened while she slept.
She was awoken by this soft beeping, her eyes snapping open she went right back to gliding her delicate fingers across the black keys as she updated their databases with everything that had happened whilst she slept, which admittedly wasn't much.
Downing the dregs of her now cold tea, Willow gracefully hopped up from the chair in one fluid motion, the computer now balanced on one arm, as she walked and typed with the other.
She made her way quickly to her room, sending a quick ping to both Apollo and Poseidon as she opened the door of her room with her foot, and placed the computer on her bed as she changed from her comfortable pyjamas to just as comfy plain black trousers and t-shirt - army grade and covered in pockets, made of a sturdy material, and slipped her feet into some combat boots, tying up both laces tightly as she stood again, putting the computer back in place on her arm, the hidden muscles there rippling softly under the weight of the supercomputer.
Marching out of her room, she made her way to Hades' office, the rubber soles of her heavy boots eerily silent as she walked quickly down the deserted corridors. Getting to her desired room, she paused outside, knocking politely and waiting until she was asked inside - at which point she entered, closing the door softly behind her before she spoke.
"Hades.", she nodded in greeting, "I trust you had at least a couple hours sleep...", she didn't wait for an answer before she continued, her pleasantries over with. "I have sent a message to both Apollo and Poseidon, they should be joining us shortly. Apart from what you see in front of you, there is nothing much to report.", her tone was serious, militarised, but still held a soft quality - a noticeable Norwegian accent coloured her voice, but it was soft, faded. Her pale eyes studied the map, she had seen this already only a minute ago, but still a major event could happen at any minute - she was just waiting for the alert from her computer, that was still sitting snugly on her outstretched arm.

Braddington · Sep 30, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

Luc had spent last night with Apollo helping Athena with whatever she needed, although IT was never his greatest strength and so he eventually went back to tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on to avoid thinking about the broadcast and what it meant for the world. Eventually he went back to his room at Athena's urging and after what seemed like hours of thought fell into a deep sleep knowing that from now on the days would be long and hard.

As fast as a bullet he got up the next morning getting the ping from Athena, not one for waiting around he had a quick shower before finding the nearest pile of clothes that would fit, which just so happened to be a casual shirt with what appeared to be a gaming character on it and a pair of blue jeans. While not taking time with clothing he always had an obsession with his hair and so styled it as fast as he possibly could. With a sense of urgency he put on his blue trainers before exiting the room with a deep sigh and marching on to Hades office ready to hear what needed to be done.

On the way he did his usual morning idea frenzy where 100's of new ideas popped into his head, almost non of which he would ever pursue but today he felt different. No ideas came and all he could think about was war, he almost opened up the memories of his father's old anti-war speeches which he had kept locked in the back of his mind. He had never truly felt this way before and he was not sure of the emotions he was feeling....although he had a small feeling that it was fear.

Approaching the office he opened the door with a loud creak forgetting to knock like he usually did and entered the room. "Morning you two.", he said with an out of character tone of confidence and a far more noticeable accent than usual that betrayed his inner feelings. "I am guessing neither of you had much sleep?", he obeseved whilst gesturing towards the laptop Athena was holding telling by the heat it radiated that it had been on all night. He did all he could from noticing the map on the wall but he knew it was a vain effort and so simply smiled and kept his eyes from focusing on it.

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki · Sep 30, 2017

Apollo heard the call and made her way of the gym to toward the main command room. Like the others she had barely slept, unable to bring herself to do so without thinking of the war. The war she was partly to play, carrying the espionage needed to give the ones who wanted war and opening. With little to do she spend her time training, keeping her skills up and giving herself something to focus on that wasn't the war. It did prove a success but only a little while however as the repetitiveness of the training made her mind wonder still. The call to arms seemed to come now as a relief.

She entered the command room in her training attire, black yoga pants and grey tank top with her hair done up in a pony tail and towel around her neck. She smiled when she was met with the sight of her three companions and the large earth."Morning darlings... My my, aren't you all looking so glum. Are you all going to let a little war get you down? We haven't even started getting it sorted out yet."

ReverseTex · Sep 30, 2017

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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(side note. I usually hate using art as a pic for characters, but this embodies Rhys better than I can imagine.)

monochromegalaxy

Rhys was leaned over his table, when he heard a pair of wings. Looking up, a scarlet butterfly fluttered past him gracefully. His eye entranced on the creature, until he heard a knock at the door. Turning his head to see Athena, he gave her a nod before he glanced back to the butterfly, which was now miraculously gone...

“I got enough to run, and likewise Athena.” Quickly he gathered himself mentally, knowing it was another damned hallucination, and sipped his coffee. The other two agents filtered in with a few words that he zoned out, but now it was time.

“Morning everyone, now i’m diving right into business.” Clearing his throat, he gestured to the map. “This map currently shows what degree countries are currently at. The brighter the country is, the more inclined it is to attack. The United States and Russia are the highest, followed by North Korea and China. Now all of these countries, along with their respected allies are deploying troops as we speak. Athena that’s your side task; find out where troops are being deployed.” Giving her a quick glance of his eye, he continued. “But speaking with the Sponsors last night, they were able to get us our first lead into Russia.” Tapping the table, the global map minimized, then opened a file of a stocky bald man.

“Misha Grastov. He has disappeared off of the Earth like us, and we have the right to assume his skill levels are very similar to our own. At the moment we do not know if he is alone, or with others, but it’s safe to say he’s with some of Russia’s allies. With that said, we will be traveling to Moscow. And i’m not to keen on the next part...” Rhys sighed, then begrudgingly continued. “Midas will be accompanying us... He will arrive shortly, then we will leave with him to Whitehorse, then flying over the landbridge to Moscow. Due to his status, we can avoid military radar, but once he hit land, i’m hoping he leaves...” Rolling his eye, that man always annoyed the living hell out of him.

FrostFire · Sep 30, 2017

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

Willow nodded respectfully at his answer, and question, and looked around as the others came in. She rolled her eyes at Poseidon's question, she doubted any of them would get much sleep for the foreseeable future, let alone now when things were just starting off. Although Willow didn't have any trouble sleeping - war was nothing new to her, but more she had been working through the night. Her eyes narrowed slightly at Apollo's playfulness - but one corner of her mouth twitched into a faint smile... She supposed they all had different ways of dealing with this new war. She herself had already processed it, and was at ease with the idea. It was why they were here after all, wasn't it?
She listened intently to Hades as he went over their brief, she had expected as much from what he said - and it didn't surprise her (she had, of course, been keeping up with the news all night), and she nodded at his question.
"Already on it. I should have some solid information for you in a bit.", she spoke the truth. Willow had been busy through the night, gaining what intelligence she could, although she would properly form a report before she relayed the information back to Hades. She also made a mental note to find out what she could about this Misha Grastov... Although she had a feeling she would have to dive into the deep web to trace any hidden files on him - which would take some time... She would also have to brush up on her Russian. She didn't know much, but it was enough to get by in conversation.
Willow couldn't help the slightly sarcastic smile that touched her lips as Hades mentioned Midas - although it was gone after a millisecond. She was very, very rarely annoyed (apart from her impatience), but Midas really grated on some people, and she usually wasn't one of them... Unless he was being particularly difficult. "I see. Well, I shall collect as much information as I can now, before I get...", she pulled a face like she was sucking on a lemon, "Distracted.", she sighed softly. Ah well, there was nothing she could do about it, she would just have to hope that Midas left her alone to do her work.
"Is there anything else you would like me to do, S-Hades.", she quickly corrected herself. Willow always had trouble breaking the habit of calling people Sir or Ma'am... She hated that it had been drilled into her for so long, it was almost impossible to break the habit.

Braddington · Sep 30, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

For once Luc had to smile at Apollo's little joke, something unusual for him to be sure, it just felt reassuring to know that no matter how things change they stay the same. Listening to Hades he was somewhat happy to be going to Russia (although not under the circumstances) as he had been to Moscow before with the university and had become fluent in the language having a certain fascination with the country that stemmed from childhood history lessons about the Soviet Union. He knew that some would not be happy with Midas coming along, especially Hades although Luc himself seldom had any problems with him but that probably stemmed from ignoring him or simply avoiding him altogether.

Luc was eager to get on with it and finally do the good they had been training for and so repeated the question Athena just iterated "Indeed, if there is anything you need I would be happy to oblige."

ReverseTex · Sep 30, 2017

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Rhys gave a nod to Athena, not in the slightest surprised that the tech wizard had already been working on the details he had requested. Glancing to Poseidon, his eye studying the young man before speaking. “Yes. I’d like you to get our snow gear ready. It should be in the lab like always. Double check your gadgets too, we don’t want a faulty one while in the Kremlin.” Satisfied with the order, he turned to Apollo to continue the trend. “You will assist Poseidon, seeing as there’s not much left. I will remain here with Athena for Midas.”

Looking down at the ground, he slowly removed his glasses, a complete rarity for the stoic man. His missing eye was clearly missing, the socket barely stitched together, and mostly scar tissue. Folding the frames next to his pocket square, his eye scanned the room.

“Willow, Luc, Lotus. This part will not be buisness... I’m just going to say this. This war will most likely be the worst in mankind, seeing as so many forces are armed nuclearly. Now although we all are quite hard human beings, I know you’re all worried. Don’t lie either, because even though I have one eye I can still see emotions.” Pausing, to quickly gather the proper words, he continued. “Just know we’re all family. We’re in this together. No matter the outcome... Dismissed.” Sliding on his glasses, ending the tender moment, now it was buisness.

Braddington · Sep 30, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

Luc happily received his order, the snow gear was not too hard to assemble and he was planing on checking his gadgets again anyway as he always does every morning, it would be nice being with Apollo as well, she was for a reason he could not understand the one who made him smile and laugh the most and he needed that this morning.

As Hades got on a more personal level, something he does rarely, Luc realised how close he had become with all of these people and how much that despite his best efforts he had become reliant on them. In fact Hades had become a surrogate father figure for him, someone he could talk too and get advise from on every issue. Putting these thoughts aside he got up and smiled in the direction of Apollo indicating that he is ready to go when she is.

DanTheMan · Sep 30, 2017

Sheremetyevo International Airport
Moscow, Russia
1923 hours

Misha looks at his watch again before drumming the steering wheel of his Land Rover Defender. He takes a deep drink from a bottle of stale water, just as his phone rings.

"Have you collected our client?"
"No, flight must have been delayed."

There is a brief pause before the other man continues.

"Give him half an hour and if he doesn't come then, get back here. Understood?"
"Yes, boss."

Misha sighs and looks at his watch again.

"Where is this asshole?"

Finally, the client arrives outside Terminal 2 with a briefcase. Misha drives over to collect him, getting out.

"Ah, you must be my contact here in Moscow?"
"Le Clerc?"
"You must be Golovkin's man?"
"Welcome to Russia, my friend."

The two men shake hands.

"I'll take you to see Mr Golovkin."

Both Misha and Le Clerc climb into the motor.

"Why was your flight delayed?
"The plane I was supposed to be on was recalled to the Maldives for flood relief efforts."

For the remainder of the journey, the two men travel in silence. Le Clerc shifts uncomfortably in the backseat as they finally arrive at the safe house in Pokrov, a little less than nine miles outside the city limits. The safe house is a grubby looking farmhouse on top of a hill overlooking the town. There are maybe twenty armed men patrolling the perimeter with guard dogs. Gravel crunches under the wheels of the Defender as it pulls into the unfinished drive. It's raining now and the sky is inky black with a full moon hidden by thick clouds. Light rain falls as Misha gets out of the vehicle, opening the back door for Le Clerc to exit. Light suddenly illuminates the yard and is briefly obscured by a man stood in the doorway. Golovkin.

"Gentlemen, shall we get down to business?"

monochromegalaxy · Sep 30, 2017

Midas jolted awake at his snow tank's sudden stop, almost falling face first onto the dashboard (which he knows many would pay to see). He let out a yawn and stretched his arms, grabbing a thermos and putting it to his lips. The man took a sip as he checked his coordinates with half-lidded eyes. He had arrived. Midas returned his thermos on the cup holder tray and pressed a few buttons, sending over a voice message to the bunker that sat beneath him.

"Knock knock!" Midas sang with an obnoxiously horrid high pitched voice and coughed, throat still scratchy from waking up. "Ahem! Uh, well. I've arrived and I'm on standby above HQ. See you all soon!"

He sat back and waited for the agents to emerge from the wasteland, the fluffy bathrobe customly made to match with the tank pulled tighter around his signature blue and red outfit. Midas had to admit, we was excited to see ROME operate. He had been preparing for years for this; Placed all hope into this project. Midas had spent so much and pulled so many strings to ensure the agents' disappearance from the world.

'Alas, they do not appreciate the efforts of my work,' Midas thought and sighed melodramatically, leaning back into the leather armchair he sat in. He eyed the expensive bottle of bourbon in a bag by his feet, a little bow wrapped around the neck of the bottle. Midas knew the man would reject the gift, not wanting to drink on the job. Showing it off won't be too bad, right? Midas played with the hem of his bathrobe, the golden 'M' on the robe's breastpocket gleaming under the lights of the dashboard

"Heh," he snorted and shook his head. "Damn him and his bourbon."

ReverseTex · Sep 30, 2017

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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monochromegalaxy

Rhys nodded to the two as they left the room, and a sudden beeping filled his office. *Agent Hades: Object detected. Scanning.... Overide. Message received...” Midas’s shrilling filled his office abruptly. Closing his eye, he grumbled in annoyance.

Tapping his table a tad aggressively, one of the hidden cameras buried in the snow displayed the boy’s gigantic snow tank. Surely he knew they were a secret intelligence group... Pressing another button on the screen, he cleared his throat, his tone straining to sound as little as annoyed possible.

“Midas. We seem to be busy below ground, maybe because of a World War? But who knew that was troublesome? Get your brat butt on the elevator, i’m sending it up now.” Cutting the com, he pressed a few buttons, sending the elevator like he had promised.

monochromegalaxy · Sep 30, 2017

"Brat butt?" Midas muttered and raised a brow, grabbing another sip of overpriced coffee. "Surely you could do better than that, old man."

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Minutes later, the elevator dinged and slid open, revealing ROME's 'beloved' sponsor. Still donning his ridiculous bathrobe, he waltzed inside, carrying the bag containing the bourbon as well as a few files. With the same sing-song voice, he called out,

"Helloooo! Where are my favourite agents?" Hearing no reply (as expected) he grumbled and walked about, robe flying behind him. He didn't want to admit he had forgotten the layout of the bunker, this visit being the first time during he few months he's spent working behind the scenes on developing equipment for the agents or meeting with various contacts. The brief studying of the blueprints during his ride earlier didn't help Midas either.

Midas wandered about aimlessly, looking around as if the bunker were an amusement park, whistling to himself as he swung the bag back and forth.

ReverseTex · Sep 30, 2017

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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monochromegalaxy

Rhys was thankful for the few minutes of silence, having sent Athena away to her lab, knowing she needed to get work done and not socialize with Midas. Sadly, that was his responsibly. But he did watch the Sponsor aimlessly wander the bunker, the exact reason he had him come down.

But after a few minutes, he grew impatient. The complex wasn’t big, Hell he had gotten claustrophobic being in it for three years! “Midas. Take a left. Look up...” His arms were leaned on the table, his eye narrowed in clear annoyance as he looked out the window to see Midas, in a bathrobe at that.

Another few minutes later, he opened his office door for the man, then making his way back to the table. Clicking back to the map, seeing as Midas wasn’t able to access the table, seeing as it only read his fingerprint. He turned around, leaning against the table with crossed arms. “The rest of the agents are terribly busy preparing for our departure, so i’m afriad I am in charge of entertaining you...”

monochromegalaxy · Sep 30, 2017

Midas ceased midstep, a grin forming at the sound of Hades' voice. He turned around and briskly walked the opposite direction he was originally heading with a skip in his step. This is what happens when you don't attend the bunker development meetings or visit regularly. Although, Midas was considered a frequent visitor of the bunker compared to the rest of the sponsors who virtually never visit, save for another individual.

As the door opened, Midas spread out his arms, as if he was expecting a hug from Hades.

"Long time no see, old man! Look what I've got," he said as he dropped the bag onto the table with a light thud, taking a seat on the oposite end of Hades. "You probably won't drink this until later, I presume. But oh well." Midas shrugged, a lazy smile on his face. His smile dropped as soon as it arrived, a more solemn expression settling in, looking foreign on his normally smile-creased face. "...so the world has come to this, huh."

ReverseTex · Sep 30, 2017

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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monochromegalaxy

Rhys‘s agitated expression didn’t falter as he waltzed around his office, and the sound of the bag dropping on his table made him cringe. Turning around to see the damage, he was meat with something else. Butterflies.

A flurry of butterflies erupted from the bag as Midas pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bag. Orange, blue, yellow, almost any color there was a butterfly for it. His eye followed them, forgetting the Sponsor entirely for a good minute. Then with a blink, they vanished...

Blinking a few times, slightly curious at what just happened. That was the most he had seen all at once, that couldn’t just be a loose circuit...? Taking a deep breath, hoping Midas would think it was one of annoyance. Following the man’s eyes to the table he sighed. “The world is falling to utter shit, if I may say bluntly. But luckily that’s the type of world ROME operates in best...”

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki · Oct 1, 2017

Apollo adjusted her hair messed up a little bit through her training and seemed to be more focused on that than the briefing. In truth she took in every detail and wondered what she could do in the meantime. "I still have a couple contacts in Russia to , sweet boys and girl of the FSB and SBP who fell to my fine charms." She said casually barely looking at the group as if it was a distraction to hair hair sortening. "I will pass the details to pretty Athena. They should be some valuable information you can pump from them though the might need convinving it is for "the best of russia""

She smirked at the heart to heart from Hades. "Oh arent you sweet, papa Hades. We love you too" She said her tone was uncertain of the affection behind this tease. She moved to leave hoping to walk and talk with Athena on their way out but she seemed to be staying behind to talk with Hades. She turned to Posiedon and indicated for him to go ahead to the lab She moved on that returning to her room for a shower and changed into her gear, a white tactical suit (think splinter cell) akin to diving suit, one of several she had in her possession brought over from her defection, afforting her some protection against the element an little protection from arms. More importantly it was unrestrive enough for fighting style something the suits in the lab did not provide and formed a base where she can put other equipment and appearal depending on the operation at hand. Once it was on she made her way to the lab to help Poseidon.

FrostFire · Oct 1, 2017

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

Willow's free hand hovered over her computer's keys, but she was glad she had waited when Hades got onto a more personal and emotional level... She had only ever seen this side of him once or twice over the past 3 years, but apart from her face softening a bit, she hid her surprise, and her sadness, completely. Hades had been a better friend to her than anyone, she had practically faked her own death for him, after all, and she had never looked back - in truth she owed him everything, even her life. Those swines- Willow shook her head slightly, dispelling the train of thought immediately, like confetti in a hurricane. Now was not the time to get into that. She had to concentrate.
Waiting for the others to leave before she spoke, she just managed to get out a hesitant "Rhys-", before she was cut off by the beeping that made her jump and almost drop her computer. She composed herself as she heard Midas' voice, and saw Hades' annoyance... Emotional conversations would have to wait. She was surprised at herself for even initiating such a conversation, it was completely and utterly unlike her - the serious, calm person that she was. She nodded towards him as she was dismissed, not saying another word as she left the office and closed the door softly. Willow was glad that she wasn't going to be disrupted by Midas, but she really had wanted to say something to Hades... It would have to wait.
She walked slowly towards the lab - and her own personal work-space which was adjacent to the communal area. She had spent all night in her own office, so she headed instead for the lab itself - deciding to get this information from Apollo. She quickened her pace when she heard Midas yelling, thankful that she was already almost at the lab, and from the echoing of his voice, he was a ways off from her.
She entered, in one fluid motion she was in the door and already closing it again, breathing a quiet sigh as she turned to face the other two agents. "Poseidon.", she nodded to in greeting, her face it's usual soft, calm yet smooth stony expression. Walking over and placing her computer on a clear table, away from the others to give them space to work - and herself space to work too. Pulling up a chair to the table, she sat, and looked around expectantly, her fingers hovering over the keys as if they were itching to start typing. "Do you know where Apollo is?", her impatient nature showed slightly - she wanted nothing more than to start working again, although her voice was it's usual soft, calm militant tone.
She would gather this information from Apollo, quickly gather her own work together, and then go back and save Hades from whatever torture he was currently enduring... If she wasn't so stony faced and serious almost all the time, she would've laughed. As much as she liked Hades, his disdain towards Midas was almost hilarious at times. Sure, Midas could be a bit much for even her sometimes, but the relationship between the two men was something else... Willow could only compare it to an annoying puppy, being forced onto a begrudging owner who didn't like dogs.
Deciding she would carry on with her own work, her fingers gladly began to fly across the keyboard - almost a blur she was typing so quickly, as she continued to gather her information for Hades, and to a lesser extent the others. At this pace, it would only really take her 10 minutes or so, but she would have to get that information from Apollo... She sighed, as she factored in another 10 minutes into her expected time of completion.

Braddington · Oct 1, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

After receiving the nod from Apollo, Luc made his way to the lab and got to work preparing everything, a rather trivial task for such a momentous day he thought to himself whilst doing it. Scattered about were small little gadgets such a dart pen with no clear pattern of organization, at least to the outside observer but to Luc everything was exactly where he wanted it to be.

As Athena entered the room he stopped working long enough for the usual polite nod of acknowledgment before getting back to work, in truth he had completely forgotten that Apollo was meant to be there with him being so consumed by what he was doing "She will probably be here soon", he said in a dull tone of non interest that while not meant to be rude could be interpreted that way.

Deep inside he had that weird feeling again that the last time he felt was after the car crash, he needed to talk for some odd reason even if it was just to fill the silence. "So are you ready for the war? It's what we have been training for right, I know I am ready", his voice slightly cracked at the end of his sentence, again showing he was a terrible liar when it came to people he was close with.

FrostFire · Oct 1, 2017

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

Willow hummed softly at the confirmation that Apollo would be there soon, still typing away at her keyboard and not even turning her head. She knew of course that Poseidon meant well, and that he was probably just downtrodden. They all were.
Her fingers froze over the keys as Poseidon spoke next, and Willow couldn't help the laugh of disbelief that escaped her lips. "Luc...", she began sadly, using his real name to emphasise what she said. "No one is ever ready for war.", she sighed.
"God knows I have been preparing and training for this much longer than ROME has existed... Ever since I was 15, really.", she turned around in her chair and looked him directly in the eyes, her pale eyes and piercing gaze holding his, her face serious, yet softer than usual. "Don't think too much about it, you'll just get sad and upset. Take it one day at a time, one task after the other... The bigger picture can wait.", she smiled softly, and turned back around to her computer, starting up her typing again, the moment of tender emotion she had felt gone.
"We are all here for each other, yes? Don't worry so much, it won't help matters.", she said calmly, typing as she spoke.
"We are going in together. If you can, you are welcome to stick with me whilst we are in Russia, if you need that support. Although any of the others could give it to you just as easily... Everything will work out, in the end.", she knew that Hades would have a plan, and that might split them up... But she wasn't worried, she knew her colleague would ensure that everyone in the group was as comfortable as they could be, given the situation.
"Poseidon.", her voice was deadly serious, almost as if she was about to tell him off, "Would you like a hug.", she barked it like a statement, not a question - the hilarity of the contrast between her tone and what she said was clear. She was never really one for physical contact, but she could see that her colleague probably needed it, and she was happy to comply. But until he replied, she would continue to type furiously at her computer.

DanTheMan · Oct 1, 2017

Pokrov, Russia
1934 hours

Le Clerc looks up at the farmhouse, frowning as he looks at the poor state it's in. The building is weathered, abandoned long ago and most of the red paint has chipped away. Misha, stood in the doorway, calls him over. Le Clerc trudges across the muddy lawn and into the house, wiping his feet on the moth bitten welcome mat. The two men enter a large living room to the right, inside there is a fireplace, a worn out couch and a small circular table with three fold up chairs. The floral pattern wallpaper is covered in a thick lair of dust and cobwebs. A tall, thin man with a gaunt face appears from the kitchen with a thermos and two cups and he places them down on the table and disappears again without a word.

Misha opens the thermal and pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Coffee?"
"No thanks, I'll take water if there is any."

Misha follows the man into the kitchen and then Golovkin appears from the hallway, sitting opposite from Le Clerc.

"Would you like something to eat?"
"Please, I haven't eaten in twelve hours."
"Misha, see if there is some food for our guest. Get something for yourself too."

A moment later, Misha returns with a plate of beef sandwiches.

"The bread is a little past its sell-by-date but it tastes fine."
"Thank you."
"Misha, leave us."

Misha exits into the hallway.

"I know the house isn't exactly the Ritz, but I assure you, it is just temporary.
"Is there a problem?"
"Between the FSB breathing down our necks and our recent setbacks in Grozny...Well, we don't have a lot of room to make mistakes. Let's just say when you have two of the most wanted men in the world in the same room, agencies outside Russia become very interested."
"Who are you talking about? The CIA? MI6?
"Neither of those. We approached this agency once, I was a sponsor of theirs four years ago."
"What did this sponsorship entail?"
"I put a price on someone's head. You see, there is a double agent in my organization."

Braddington · Oct 1, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

Listening to Athena reassured Luc that he was not the only one feeling fear at the news of war, again the thought crossed his mind of how close he had become with the other 3, he was not sure whether he was fearful for the world, himself or...their safety. Thinking on it he would not mind sticking with Athena during the mission but he knew that it was up to Hades and he did not ultimately mind who he was put with.

When the question of a hug came up he was caught off guard, not by the tone (he was used to that with Athena) but by how close he was to tears at that moment. Inside he even felt angry that he was allowing himself to feel this way whether he truly had control over it or not not, in truth he did need one. "I..um I think I do", he said in a boyish tone with a heavy French accent on the verge of crying again.

FrostFire · Oct 1, 2017

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

Willow couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips, as she jumped up gracefully from her chair and made her way over to Poseidon, her arms outstretched she gave him a tight squeeze, probably squishing him in the process, and a firm pat on the back. Letting go of him, she put her hands on his shoulders and met his gaze. "Come on boy, everything will be fine.", she patted him on the shoulder before she grinned, rolling her eyes. "Now we both have work to do. Pull yourself together, and let's finish this early.", she reached into one of her many trouser pockets, and pulled out a small pack of tissues. "Here." she barked gruffly, grabbing his hand and putting the packet into it, before she turned around and took a few quick steps back to her computer, continuing on with her work - which she was nearly finished with, another few minutes and she would just have to wait for Apollo... She grumbled internally, wondering if it would be a bit passive aggressive to send the other woman an alert to hurry up... Willow would just have to suck it up and wait. Maybe pass the time and help Poseidon once she was finished.

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki · Oct 1, 2017

Apollo arrived at the lab but didnt enter hearing of the conversation between the two wanting to let them have their little moment. Such bonding was important between agents for cohesion and would help their mood for the comming mission. She entered when they went quite and smiled at them before looking around. "Ok, lets get things started shall we. The sooner we are done the sooner i can treat you all to a little bar i know in Moscow, serves the best vodka around."

She went over to the various gadget and weapons present in the lab. She looked curiously at one of the pens. "So is this the pen grenade, pen gun or pen syringe? "She said before pressing the plunger and seeing only a pen tip come out. She chuckled." Oh a regular pen? Quite novel idea, i am taking it." She said half jokingly. "What is the area of operation?" She asked as fiddling with other gadgets.

Braddington · Oct 1, 2017

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

Luc put the tissues in his pocket before Apollo walked in, he had to chuckle at the pen (even if he was still not sure whether that was just a regular pen or some construct that could actually do some harm)

He looked at Apollo mostly done already, "You can do the rest of the gear whist I finish looking over the gadgets, I would rather not have us all die in an explosion from an untested grenade before we actually do a mission....I mean imagine Hades reaction to that."