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

[FrostFire]

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow glanced over as Apollo entered, but looked back down at her screen, finishing her own work just as the other two finished speaking. "Apollo. Great timing.", she turned around to face her.
"I've just finished my own work, can you tell me this information you have?", she looked at Apollo expectantly, then over at Poseidon, chuckling softly at the image he painted. Hades certainly would be cross... Although such a situation occurring was highly unlikely, and Willow had full confidence in Poseidon's abilities.
"Once you're both finished, you're welcome to come and sit in on my report for Hades and Midas. Of course, Apollo, I need that intel now so I can finish my report.", she looked back over at her again, waiting for the information so she could go and rescue Hades.
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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Apollo turned to Athena and sighed as if this was a sidetrack from the more important stuff like gadgets. "It is not information but contacts, Giorgi Zacroff is an analyst in Russian intelligence. He might pass some intelleigence on russian troops. His information is pricy though as he is technicaly commiting treason. "She suggested. "There is also Olga Fedori, she is a chinesse agent in the russian presidential security staff.She might have heard something, just mention my monikor."

she continued to ruffle through the gadgets. She put aside a standard multifuction watch, going for the analogue onse rather than digital or smart, a couple of noisemakers, throwable and firable sticky cameras, a couple of elecrtonic lockpicks and wearable digital tablet or PDA. "I think that would do for starters.What do you think, Posiedon?"

 

[DanTheMan]

Pokrov, Russia
1942 hours

Le Clerc stares at Golovkin, waiting for more him to say more. Instead the man looks over his shoulder at the kitchen door as if waiting for someone to come through it. He retrieves a cellphone from his jacket pocket, dials a number and puts it to his ear. He stands up and walks over to the front window.

"Sayovin, tell me it's done. Good. Yeah, he's here. Hold on."

He turns to Le Clerc

"Open the briefcase."

Golovkin walks over. Inside the case is a single blue chip.

"Yeah, he has it. We'll be there soon. Bye."

He puts the phone back inside his jacket pocket.

"OK, that was my contact in the Kremlin. We're ready to go."

Golovkin enters the kitchen and returns with Misha and the thin man.

"Let's go."

The four men exit the house and a convoy of vehicles is waiting for them. Golovkin climbs into a Mercedes-Benz G-class two cars behind Misha's. The six jeeps drive off under the cover of darkness. Ten minutes later, they're driving through the countryside down a lane with thick banks of snow on either side, flanked by tall evergreens. Misha checks his watch, looking up as a covered truck drives past them. The car at the head of the convoy is suddenly taken out by a roadside bomb, hurling the flaming carcass back through the air and landing on the jeep behind it. Misha veers left, nearly crashing into the bank. The truck that passed them stops, blocking the rear of the convoy and six men donning ski masks, kevlar vests and automatic rifles exit out of the back. They throw smoke grenades before laying down heavy fire. Glass shatters and hulls crush as Golovkin's men disembark their jeeps, only to get cut down.

"What the fuck? Who's attacking us?"

Misha turns around and shoots the thin man point blank in the face with a pistol, spraying the rear window with pink brain matter and skull fragments. Le Clerc scrambles out of the back, clutching the briefcase but Misha is hot on his heels.

 

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Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon
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"Indeed, those will do nicely. I also have a couple of new things for you if you would care to look", he did not wait for an answer and carried on rummaging only to emerge with a small black object with a concealed button "This does not have a name yet but is extremely useful, press the button and a noise is admitted from it that will cause agony to anyone in the vicinity except those of us in the team. Those weird tests I ran on you all were not for nothing, watch it with Midas though unless you want him to roll around in agony....on second thought keep that information from Hades. Another thing that might come in useful is this." He goes back to rummaging pulling out very small round speakers and phones "These speakers are connected to these phones and when you throw or put the speaker somewhere you can hear it through the phone, useful for bugging someone. The phone (apart from being a phone) also has an Infra red camera that can see heat up to 900 feet away. Also there are a few pair of glasses with that same features somewhere around here if you really want them. Of course there are the usual guns, explosives and...pens available."

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[ReverseTex]

Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys, still flustered from the hallucination, glanced at his smart watch. It appeared to be like any regular watch, although when eye contact was made it flipped to a menu. He needed to escape this stressful mess. Looking up at Midas, a apologetic expression spread across his face. “Terribly sorry ol’ sport, afriad Athena needs me to look over something. You just stay right here ok?” Backing out of the room as he spoke, he tapped his watch, locking the door as well as freezing the table. Midas would have to get creative to entertain himself.

Hastily walking down the stairs, he turned to the direction of the lab, and as he approached her could hear the voices of the others. Entering in a hurry, his eye widened both from the stress and the sheer worry of what just unfolded in his head. He scanned the room, before locking eyes with Athena. “We’ve... Well I’ve got a situation. You can access the Sponsor’s medical records of the agents correct?” He could access them himself, but all of them knew his own were a different story. “I need you to get mine. It’s the butterflies...”

 

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Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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"I see.", was Willow's only response to Apollo, as she turned back around to her computer, and typed a few lines. That was easier than she had thought, she would need to speak with Hades before making contact with the people Apollo mentioned, and she would likely get him to do it, unless he didn't feel like it.
She closed her computer, and swivelled around, listening to Poseidon. "Well, I'll likely take an assortment... Just give me what you think will suit me best.", she smiled softly.
"Now, I need to go and give my report to-", well speak of the devil. She looked around as Hades entered, shooting out of her chair the minute she looked at his face, her eyes widening as he spoke.
"Right. Good thing we're all in the lab, that makes things a bit easier.", her voice was calm as she spun around and opened up her laptop quickly, bringing up his vitals after a small amount of typing.
"Okay... Well, apart from a slightly elevated heart rate, hormones and stress, everything seems normal. But, it's better to be safe than sorry.", she whipped back around, putting a hand on Hades' shoulder. "Rhys, we need to do a scan, just in case...", she squeezed his shoulder softly, and walked over to the end on the large lab, where right at the end tucked into the corner was their own CT scanner. Especially for Hades. "You know the drill by now, hop up for me and I'll check your pupil and stuff...", she grabbed a thin torch, and waited for him to take his glasses off before she shone it in his eye, checking his pupil. It was normal, so there was no immediate danger, at least not yet.
She put the torch down and held her hand out, waiting for him to put his hand in hers before she pinched it. "Can you feel that? Yes?", she moved around him, and jabbed her finger into the base of his spine. "And that?", she came back around and knelt down, pinching his achilles tendon "And this?". From his response, she knew there were no problems there....
"Okay, Rhys. Lie down for me, please.", Willow kept calm, as she usually did - her voice was peaceful and soft, if a little serious.
She waited for him to comply before she began the scan, she was more sad than anything... She had a feeling that nothing (apart from his damaged brain, but that was permanent) was actually 'wrong' per se - just his damaged brain producing hallucinations again.
While he was in the machine, Willow went back to her computer, and watched as the scan came through. Just as she had suspected, there was nothing new... No swelling, no new developments, just the usual damage he had sustained when he was shot.
Closing her screen again, she went back over to Hades, who was just exiting the machine.
"Well.... I have good news and bad news.", she sighed.
"The good news is, you're going to be fine. There's nothing out of the ordinary....", her expression turned sad.
"The bad news is, there isn't much I can do... I can try to offer you the medication again, but...", she knew that meds were only a means to an end, and certainly wouldn't fix the problem. They also came with some bad side affects - things that she certainly wouldn't let him experience, especially so close to a mission.
"I'm sorry, Rhys... But I can't give you anything.", she sighed, "I've finished my report, but I'll wait for you to recover at least a little before we go back. Yes?", she smiled sadly, it hurt her that she couldn't do anything for him, apart from offer her support.
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Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys nodded, removing his glasses, watch, cuseeing as both were metal and would most likely interfere with the scan. Before begining the usual tests, he glanced to the two other agents, who looked severely worried. “Stand by the door please, I don’t want Midas getting nosy. I mean he’s locked in my office so it’s unlikely, but you all have seen this before.”

The torch test was slightly pointless, his right eye was clearly gone, he wouldn’t see anything. Everything else he replied in rote, having to do this test for three years.

Then he laid on the table, shifting uncomfortably ever so often. For as many times as he had been here, he could never find a comfortable way to lay down on the hard plastic. And after a few minutes he was complete.

Everyone regathered, which he didn’t mind. It was nice to know these people cared for him, seeing as they were the only family each other had now. And it wasn’t want to hear.. The medicine always made him quicker to anger, and it was hard to get off once he was on it. With a sigh he spoke. “It’s been three years, recovery shouldn’t still be a factor... Is it my memory..?” Memory was a touchy subject for him, virtually afriad due to the sheer unknown aspects of it.

 

[FrostFire]

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow smiled sadly, "Well... Brains are complicated. Medically speaking, it's a miracle you're still alive. From what I can see, I'd say that yes, you still need more time to recover. And yes, memory will likely play a part in everything...", she ruffled her hair, worried for him.
"We'll just have to see how things progress. If you can remember when things get worse, and when they recede, and let me know, it could help me to diagnose what triggers the hallucinations.", she went back to her computer, and wrote up a little report for Hades' medical diary - it was important to document everything when it came to Hades' condition, just in case... It would be incredibly helpful if he could keep his own, giving her specifics and such of when, what, how, maybe even why if he knew, regarding his hallucinations.
"I'd imagine from your current heart rate, you can't see them anymore?", she cocked her head, closing her computer once she was done, and tucking it under her arm as she stood.
"Right.... Well, it would be nice to have the map in your office for a report, but I can give it to you without the visual prompts, if you'd like?", she stood with her feet apart, clearly in an army pose that she had defaulted back to unconsciously.
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[DanTheMan]

Near Klomovsk, Russia
1956 hours

Le Clerc doesn't get far before Misha tackles him. There is a brief struggle for the briefcase but Misha easily overpowers him. One of Golovkin's men staggers towards them with a shotgun, clutching a belly wound but his head is blown apart like a watermelon by a sniper in the woods. Misha puts his gun to Le Clerc's head. The masked men from the truck walk around to where they're standing. One of them removes his mask. He is a young man with good cheek bones and cold blue eyes. Misha looks up at him.

"Glad you could make it, brother."

The two men embrace.

"Glad to see you too, big brother. Now, what do we do with this pig?"

Gennadiy motions his man to bring over Golovkin.

"We take him in."
"Misha you fucking rat! You'll pay for this."
"I know you know."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I know you know that I'm an agent with GRU. Do you think I haven't learned anything after all these years? Idiot. Get him out of my face."

Two men escort him back to the truck.

"Come Misha, Vassili will want to see you. Oh, aren't we forgetting someone?"

Misha pulls Le Clerc up off the ground.

"What's in the briefcase brother?"
"A simple chip.
"That's it? A chip?"
"It is a key. To the most advanced supercomputer on the planet."

 

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Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys sighed, taking the information Athena was relaying, noting it somewhere not damaged in his brain. He knew the Sponsors knew more about his situation than the four combined, and they refused to share anything about it. And he had no clue why...

“Well usually it’s one or two when i’m alone, but i’ve learned to ignore them. This time though it was a overwhelming amount, Midas must’ve triggered something.” He thought momentarily, then continued. “But no, they’re gone now. I’ll give you a look if I do, we don’t need Midas knowing we’re trying to figure this out...” Adjusting his cufflinks back to their original location, he slid on his glasses again.

Glancing at his watch, he shook his head, they were behind sheduale “We’ve really got to get moving... Get your snow gear. Athena and Apollo have fun with Midas, because your in charge of babysitting him. Get him out of my office, and make sure everything tech wise in this building is locked down.” Glancing to Luc, he continued. “Your with me. We’ll get suited up, and get the gear and gadgets loaded up in the tank. We can debrief dumbass on the way. Alright? Go.”

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Apollo listened to Poseidon with an amused smile. "It is so cute to hear you talking about such things. It is like a boy with a new toy." She said when the explanation ended." Brilliant as always still, I am afraid I have to break your poor heart and question it... Do you think it is wise to use such phones?"She said picking up one of the phones." Don't these things risk us being tracked or risk getting hacked. I Never trust them personally." She pointed out. "Don't we have a secure communication line?"

She didn't get the answer as than Hades came in and asked Athena about medical files. Curious and being the teams field medics she followed the two and listened to the the conversation. "My, my daddy, why didn't you tells you were ill. Naughty, Naughty." She commented in a cheeky tone but behind the smile she was concerned, here their leader is likely suffering from some brain injury. How would than after the leadership. It seemed Athena gave him a clean bill of health nut Apollo wasn't going to leave it that. "Indeed let's ignore the implication of our dear leader moments of awake escape in dreamlands. I am sure it is not going to happen in a crucial moment." She said casually looking at her fingernails. "No need to have safeties in place."

 

[FrostFire]

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow made a mental note of what Hades said... It certainly seemed like Midas could be a trigger... Maybe it was because Hades disliked him? That seemed to be the only conclusion she could come to currently. And anyway, she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Willow sighed softly, she had a feeling she would be sent to entertain Midas - she still had to give her report, after all. A report that Hades had yet to hear, but she could deliver it on the plane on the way to Russia.
"I'll handle everything tech wise, and lock down the building once we are all out.", Willow said in confirmation to Hades' order, looking to Poseidon with an apologetic expression. "Would you mind packing me some gadgets? I should pack my gear and then go and let Midas out before he becomes catatonic.", she didn't wait for a reply before she grabbed her gear from the table (thankfully, all ready thanks to Poseidon) and spun on her heel, and marched quickly out of the lab. She didn't wait for Apollo either, her impatience was getting the better of her as she silently glided at a very quick walk across the corridor to her room - the sooner she got Midas, she sooner they would be on their way, and the sooner she could get back to her work. Every second her computer was closed, was another second where the world could descend into chaos... At least she had set it to alert her if anything major happened.
Getting to her room after only a few paces, she opened the door, sliding out a prepacked bag and a half full suitcase, packing all her gear quickly, and then 2 pairs of pyjamas and some spare clothes, as well as a wash bag. It only took her a couple of minutes, and she slung the backpack over her shoulder (but not before carefully sliding her computer inside), grabbing the suitcase she exited the room, and marched down towards Hades' office - looking at her interactive watch she unlocked the door just as she got to the door, flinging it open with a bang. "Midas!", she barked militantly, "We're leaving. Now. Follow me.", she spun back around, and marched back down the hall, initiating the lockdown protocol ready for her command. At the press of a button, the whole base would shut down and lock completely - impenetrable from both the inside and the outside.
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[Braddington]

Luc Moreau / Agent Poseidon

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Luc remained quiet the whole conversation, not out of lack of concern but because he had nothing of importance to say other than he was worried but now was hardly the time for that. Instead he just stayed quiet in the corner looking over the gadgets one last time to avoid awkwardness and unnecessary commotion before a mission. When he heard he was being paried with Hades for the time being he just nodded in the affirmative but was quite happy.

He was about to respond to Athena before she left the room but instead he grabbed a few of the gadgets he mentioned with a couple extra and threw them in a nearby bag which he picked up before walking over to Hades "Ready when you are da-", he hesitated before carrying on "Hades, we shouldn't dawdle."

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Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys gave a glance to Poseidon at his “dad” comment, but only a glance. He wasn’t going to chastised him, they practically were family. Sliding on his coat, which was a large white parka, and pulled a pair of gloves from its pockets. “I’ll help you with the gear, but if you don’t mind grabbing my suitcase in my room i’d greatly appreciate it. Just has my clothes and such.”

Picking up some of the cargo Luc had packed full of nessicary gear, he began to make his way to the main entrance below his office.

 

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Midas woke up from his nap, bleary-eyed and strewn about on the floor. He had used his blazer as a blanket and bunched up his bathrobe as a pillow, sleeping by the chair he had sat in. Midas had dreamt little, mostly images of glasses half-full with alcohol or old circuit boards. He shifted around, irritated he'd been woken up abruptly.

"Mmmphhsshh," he babbled incoherently as he got up, grabbing his blazer and bathrobe, throwing on both as he jogged to catch up with the rest of the agents. Midas managed to catch up, his face lighting up as he laid his eyes on the agents. "What kind of greeting was that, Athenanny!? It's almost as if you detest me!" Midas gasped, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye. "And Posé-josé-don! Good to see you. A polo shirt, looking great as always, my dear! See what I did there?" He didn't wait for a reply, running ahead with his bathrobe flying behind him.

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[DanTheMan]

Moscow, Russia
2013 hours

The men arrive at GRU headquarters where a detachment of plainclothes agents wait for them. Le Clerc is handed over to them and put in the back of a white van. Misha and Gennadiy walk through the rotary doors into the lobby of the building, much of the interior decor reminiscent of the Soviet era. Beneath the large central dome skylight, the agency emblem lies on the white marble floor. The two men take the elevator to the boardroom meeting, where all the major players, including the President himself, Vladimir Golubkin are now waiting.

"You go ahead brother, I'll wait here."

Misha knocks on the large double doors and one of the President's adjutants answers. Misha enters the room, seventeen very important looking men are sat at a long glass table. President Golubkin is sat at the far end, a man is leaning over whispering something in his ear before he is dismissed. The men turn around to look at Misha, the chairman of the agency, Vassili Sukov, stands up to shake his hand.

"Gentlemen, Mr President, this is the man I was just talking about, Misha Grastov, our finest agent. Mr Grastov, please take a seat."

Sukov motions Misha towards an empty chair and he takes it.

"Gentlemen, as we're all aware, the arms dealer Le Clerc and Anatoly Golovkin are now in our custody. Le Clerc will be extradited to France and Golovkin will face military tribunal within 48 hours."

Just then there is a loud bang from outside and the windows shatter, spraying thousands of glass shards everywhere.

 

[FrostFire]

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow uttered an impatient and slightly exasperated "Hmph.", towards Midas. By the time he had caught up with her, she had already rejoined Poseidon and Hades, giving her colleagues a curt nod.
"Detest is a strong word, Midas. We are late. You were sleeping.", she said seriously, that was all the explanation she would give him, shaking her head at his fake sadness... Midas confused her, to her he was unpredictable, and a bit strange - but she certainly didn't despise him like Hades did.
Her computer, which was inside her bag, made a faint beeping noise, and she quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking quickly what the update was, and sighed softly as she put her phone away. Nothing too serious, just a little more development - that she would include in her briefing and report.
Willow turned on her automatic mode for a bit, as she just followed the rest of the group - going over strategies, information and work in her head, double and triple checking mentally that she had put everything in place that she needed to, and had everything she needed with her. She was distant and quiet when she retreated into her mind like this - of course she was still listening and alert, but unless she was required to interact directly, she would stay silent as her mental cogs turned.
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Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys and Posideon made a few trips up and down, luckily Midas’s men handling most of the loading on the surface. So by time Athena and Apollo were at the main open room, the two were coated gently in snow.

Ignoring to pull his parka up, his hair was dusted white, and glasses just beginning to lose their fogginess. “Ready to go? You can brief everyone in the tank Athena.” Pulling up his sleeve, he glanced at his watch then giving a nod.

A few minutes later the entire team was loaded in Midas’s snow “tank”, and Hades was pleasantly surprised by its warmth. Removing his coat before he sat down, leaning back into the chair with a sigh. “Athena, all you.”

 

[DanTheMan]

Moscow, Russia
2016 hours

Misha picks himself up off the floor, his ears ringing from the blast as he looks around frantically. No one in the boardroom was killed or seriously hurt by the blast, nevertheless Misha checks on the Chairman and President. His ears still ringing, he hears muffled shouting come from the hallway and screaming from the streets below. He walks over to where the window was and looks down into the street, it is a scene of utter carnage. There are bodies, mostly civilians, strewn all over the street in front of the building, many missing limbs. At the site of the blast is the burned out husk of a white van from where, as Misha would later learn, a 1,000Ib bomb was detonated.

Out in the hallway, the President and the rest of the men are waiting with Gennadiy. Misha walks over to them when he hears automatic fire come from the end of the hallway.

"Mr President, go with Gennadiy and the others to the rooftop, I'll call a helicopter to land and get you out of here. Go!"

President Golubkin doesn't argue and with his bodyguards and the others, they run for the stairwell to the right. Down the hallway, an agent struggles to keep back the intruders before being shot to death, his body slumps against the wall. Misha draws his 443 Grach pistol and cautiously walks down the hall. A masked gunman turns around the corner armed with an RPG, Misha's eyes widen before he ducks and rolls to the side just as the rocket propels past him completely destroying the boardrooms' double doors and then some.

Misha empties two rounds into his centre of mass and then puts another in his skull as he walks by just to be safe. He checks the agent for a pulse but there is none so he makes his way down stairs. Another gunman comes running up the stairs but is swiftly dealt with with two headshots, Grastov picks up his AK-74M and a hand grenade. Armed with the rifle, he carefully checks all his corners for any surprises passing the occasional dead agent or terrorist on the stairwell or hallway before he finally arrives at the ground floor. Inside the lobby, a brief gun battle between the terrorists and the first police responders ends, the terrorists win with superior fire power and now they turn their attention on Misha.

 

[DanTheMan]

Moscow, Russia
2022 hours

Misha takes out two of the gunmen in quick succession as he walks down the stairs with a cool calmness, everything seems to go by in slow motion. He is vaguely aware of the occasional Kalashnikov cartridge pounding into his bulletproof vest, he quickly expends his ammo on taking down another target and finding cover behind a stone pillar, he reloads. Three men dead but there are still too many and he knows despite his training, he won't survive long against a numerically superior enemy. Slamming a fresh clip into his AK, he blind fires as he rushes to find cover behind the reception counters, all around him glass and stonework shatter and ricochet.

Misha unpins the grenade he picked up off the dead terrorist early, cooks it for two seconds and then tosses it behind the counter. Two seconds later, four terrorists join their brothers in paradise. Unfortunately for Misha, one of the masked gunmen decides to use his brain.

"I'll lay down covering fire, you two, flank him from the side! Ready? Now!"

He sprays short bursts at the counter with a H&K G3 while two men sneak around the left with micro Uzis. Misha forces them behind cover and the first man sees this as his opportunity to rush him but then there is a loud crack as an army sniper outside of the building shoots him squarely in the back. The 12mm round enters through his descending aorta and a truly awe inspiring volume of blood sprays out, coating much of the counter in crimson. The bullet nearly severed his torso in half. Two gunmen remained but they were momentarily distracted by the sniper, allowing Misha time to kill one of them but he runs out of ammo before he can kill the other. The last terrorist, wild eyed and frothing at the mouth, spins around and empties his full clip into Misha's chest, sending him several feet back.

 

[FrostFire]

Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow snapped out of her thoughts, back to reality when Hades spoke to her, she merely nodded her head in response, and followed the rest of the group into the tank, sighing softly under her breath at the cramped and claustrophobic vehicle - although she could operate one, she much preferred a helicopter, or a jet or plane. The minute she got onto the tank, she initiated the lock down of the base from her phone, double checking everything was in place before she spoke.
"Yes, thank you Hades.", she said curtly.
"Well, I shall have to give the briefing verbally, no visual aids to go along with this, I'm afraid.", she began apologetically, although the niceties out of the way, she got right down to business.
"So as we know, North Korea has bombed South Korea with what little resources they had - supplied to them by the other communist dictatorships of Russia and China.", she started with the basics, just to touch up on their knowledge.
"Now we have a situation on our hands. The biggest cities of South Korea is being evacuated by the UN, or, what's left of them is.", she said grimly, her usual serious calm settling over her and taking hold.
"Japan, and many Southeast Asian countries are in a panicked frenzy, each country has put their own forces on high alert - those siding with North Korea are as follows; China, Russia, Vietnam, Laos and Mongolia. However, with the wars in the Middle East continuing, many terrorist organisations have voiced their support of North Korea, so we are dealing with these organisations too, some of which span the globe.", she cleared her throat before continuing.
"We have Aum Shinrikyo, a cult in Japan thought to have thousands of members and the Japanese Red Army, members in the hundreds. The National Liberation Army of Colombia, with it's members in the low thousands. The Communist Party of the Philippines, with members in the hundreds. Al-Shabaab, based mainly in Yemen, and their allies Boko Haram, members being in the thousands.", she paused for a second.
"Basically, if they're a terrorist group involved in some sort of conflict, they are involved. Currently we're looking at forces around the globe rallying against the democratic world. Although many are poorly trained, it is best to take note that some of the more... Devious organisations who operate similarly to us are also taking stage, just as we are.", she let that sink in, there could be any number of secret organisations currently working against them, along with all the organisations and countries they knew of.
"Currently, Russia is at war with Europe and it's allies, a conflict initiated by their support of North Korea. London is being prepared for an attack as we speak, however the royal navy, and more Northen European countries and their allies are rallying against imposing Russian forces, who were prepared for an attack and have so far made it to Poland, and it is thought that their target is Germany or France, both countries are scrambling to meet the Russian forces in Poland. Due to the economic crisis in Poland, they have so far been weak resistance for the prepared Russians, and haven't declared war officially-", there was a faint beep coming from her backpack, her computer, and she whipped out her phone quickly. "Ah, the royal air force has been deployed, and currently world leaders across the globe are holding emergency meetings in their bunkers. America has expressed their support of Europe and Britain, and are currently preparing for war against North Korea. American troops in South Korea that weren't destroyed have already initiated battle along the border.", she put her phone away.
"Thankfully, apart from the initial attack upon South Korea, all countries seem to be avoiding the use of nuclear weapons... But as we all know, that could change at any moment.", at that moment, her phone rang, a beeping similar to that of her computer, and she grabbed it from her pocket again, answering with a curt "Yes?", listening for a bit, then uttering a quick "I understand, thank you.", before putting her phone down and away. "The UN has officially expressed a state of emergency across the Eurasian continent. Residence have been advised to evacuate to more rural areas, and make their homes as safe as possible. Londoners are currently being moved into the underground, Paris and Berlin are also in a state of emergency and evacuation, with residence either being moved to safe areas, or evacuated entirely.", she paused, thinking for a moment. "Well, that is the basic briefing. I'm sure you're all capable of understanding the gravity of the situation at hand... Russia is currently of extreme importance, being the country on the opposing side with the greatest arsenal, and one of the largest nuclear stores in the world... Also being the most volatile country so far, following North Korea.", she pursed her lips.
"Russian citizens of importance were evacuated into mandatory nuclear bunkers overnight, at 0340 our time. Whether this is an indication of what is to come, or just a precaution, it is unclear.", she looked around, knowing that hers was probably the calmest face in the tanks along with Hades', of course.
"Any questions?", she felt it was fitting to ask, as of course there was much more she could say, but Willow felt it best to save that unless the asked, as it wasn't of much importance to them, or in the scheme of things - however if someone wanted to know she would gladly give them that information.
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Rhys “Agent Hades”

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Rhys listened intently to the brief. Maybe he looked bored, or calm. Athena always told him he looked to serious, but nethertheless he didn’t miss a word. Usually he led them, but Athena had her good share. Being the tech wizard she was, a lot of the information came from her anyways, making it easier on him to dilute his control to her.

“I have no inquiries myself. But i’d like you to forward that information to my laptop please.” She has most likely done it already. But since he lacked his favorite table, a boring laptop was his means of technology for now. Crossing a leg, he looked over to the group.

“I would like to build to the debrief seeing as we are all focused.” Implying the last part to a special someone in the tank, he continued. “Once we land in Moscow, our inside contact has established a safehouse for us. We will be using the Ritz Carlton’s suite as our base of operations. There is two bedrooms, a large living and dining, as well as other ammedites. Most we will transfer into stations.”

Glancing to Midas with a annoyed eye he began assigning. “Midas. You’ll have the master bedroom, seeing as your buying the room. Do what you want, and don’t interfere with our work. You may spectate. If you have any contacts who can help please direct their contact info to Athena.” Turning his eye to Athena. “You will set your equipment in the dining room. Do what you need to do.” And finally Poseidon and Apollo. “You will the extra bedroom the living room. If not there’s plenty of space for the boxes, then move to the living room. Satisfied with his delegation, he continued. “I will use whatever isn’t needed, most likely the living room. We all will have separate rooms by the way. But I highly doubt we have time for sleeping, so I suggest you catch up on the plane.”

 

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Willow Bergström/ Agent Athena

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Willow smiled wryly at his question, "It is already there. Behind the encryption that gives you access to the files on my own computer. You remember how to get through, yes?", it was incredibly complex, with many different layers of security at all the different levels, but she had taught him when she had set it up - although she could hardly blame him if he forgot. She herself had designed it - and it was completely unique, almost impenetrable to all but herself and Hades. It protected both their computers, and the link they shared. The others had a similar (but not so complex) encryption on their computers, but as hers and Hades' computers held the most sensitive material, she had payed them special attention.
Athena nodded in thanks as he allocated her the dining room - she didn't need too much space, all things considering, but she certainly needed the table. She knew that quite a bit of the time she would need to summon the others, Hades and Midas especially, to assist her, and having the chairs and space to be able to conveniently do that was a luxury that she was grateful to have been given.
After Hades had finished, Willow interjected, adding on her own request. "And I suggest you all compile a mental list of the reliable and trustworthy contacts you have. Midas, you especially.", she paused, making sure he was listening before she continued.
"Any intelligence we can gain will be helpful to us, and we need as many allies and as much resources as we can get... So make a list, and once I have set up please report to me to give me what you have, and Hades and I can contact them appropriately and securely. Please do not try to make contact with anyone before we have checked them.", her final request uttered, Willow relaxed slightly, there was nothing much else she could do in the cramped tank. "Sorry, did anyone have any questions? About a certain country or anything in general?", she realised that between herself and Hades, the others hadn't had any time to ask anything.
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