Polyblank
Bloody Amateur
<So Maggie, if I'm correct, this is a primarily physical mission. The large number of hostiles means that there is no real attempt to find the head of the enemy forces, and thus no need to use a sleeper agent.>
Maggie Anderson sighed, insuring that the locator chip was fixed to the rock properly. The implant had been difficult to secure without any permanent attachment to Gregory, but it was one of the few things the rock requested, and the tech department hadn't been stressed out enough to shoo the request away.
"Gregory, I'm not the one giving the commands. They've requested you because there's intelligent individuals within the hostile deviants and-"
<They would like to see if I can scrounge anything of use up. It's a rather dubious gamble for the expense of retrieving me, from our tests on primates and birds we've established I struggle with non-sapient communication. What if these deviants are using an abstract or primal method of communicating information?>
"Then we'll retrieve you after the fact. You're simply to be supplied to an active agent-" Maggie paused, a large explosion from outside echoing through the city streets. The forward supply camp was well equipped for many things, but sound suppression was not one of them. If the rock wasn't telepathic, she was sure her words would have gone unheard. Several shouts and screams could be heard distantly, as the front lines were showered in the blood of deviants and ground agents alike.
"-And to be attached onto any important person...creatures, they think might give us some information. That's why we had to attach those sticky pads."
<I remember. In the abstract sense that I can 'feel', or at least as much as I think I can, they are uncomfortable. Who will I be utilised by? Our last incident with the beeomancer->
"Incidient Three-Five-Nine is strictly confidential and is not allowed to be discussed in public areas. Also, you're not the one who had to clean up after all those exploded bee-people, so you're not one to talk about uncomfortable." Maggie popped a spearmint into her mouth from her jacket, making sure her bun was done up properly. Some people have to show the mercenaries some class.
"Radio says we have some of the mercenaries at the van. Considering most of them are front-line workers, they won't have your documents or have any briefing info. So keep it natural, we'll pop you on whichever brute is going back into the battle." Maggie spoke as she flipped through her communicator's channels, screaming and orders briefly flaring up through each. Brushing through the tarp from the front-line tent, she walked towards the armoured van that had been parked near the makeshift fencing around the area.
There was a loud knock on the van door, followed by a petite woman opening the back entrance. Several of the medical personal looked up from their work, the woman already holding up her badge of C.H.I.H.O identity and on-site clearance. Looking almost bored, the woman looked at her phone, flicking briefly to check for any new info.
"Agents? You have secondary orders, management wants you.." Maggie paused as she looked up from her phone, being greeted with a banged-up winged bird-lady and a rather angry man in an aggressive stance, dagger in hand.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Con Cord _gallifrog_
Maggie Anderson sighed, insuring that the locator chip was fixed to the rock properly. The implant had been difficult to secure without any permanent attachment to Gregory, but it was one of the few things the rock requested, and the tech department hadn't been stressed out enough to shoo the request away.
"Gregory, I'm not the one giving the commands. They've requested you because there's intelligent individuals within the hostile deviants and-"
<They would like to see if I can scrounge anything of use up. It's a rather dubious gamble for the expense of retrieving me, from our tests on primates and birds we've established I struggle with non-sapient communication. What if these deviants are using an abstract or primal method of communicating information?>
"Then we'll retrieve you after the fact. You're simply to be supplied to an active agent-" Maggie paused, a large explosion from outside echoing through the city streets. The forward supply camp was well equipped for many things, but sound suppression was not one of them. If the rock wasn't telepathic, she was sure her words would have gone unheard. Several shouts and screams could be heard distantly, as the front lines were showered in the blood of deviants and ground agents alike.
"-And to be attached onto any important person...creatures, they think might give us some information. That's why we had to attach those sticky pads."
<I remember. In the abstract sense that I can 'feel', or at least as much as I think I can, they are uncomfortable. Who will I be utilised by? Our last incident with the beeomancer->
"Incidient Three-Five-Nine is strictly confidential and is not allowed to be discussed in public areas. Also, you're not the one who had to clean up after all those exploded bee-people, so you're not one to talk about uncomfortable." Maggie popped a spearmint into her mouth from her jacket, making sure her bun was done up properly. Some people have to show the mercenaries some class.
"Radio says we have some of the mercenaries at the van. Considering most of them are front-line workers, they won't have your documents or have any briefing info. So keep it natural, we'll pop you on whichever brute is going back into the battle." Maggie spoke as she flipped through her communicator's channels, screaming and orders briefly flaring up through each. Brushing through the tarp from the front-line tent, she walked towards the armoured van that had been parked near the makeshift fencing around the area.
There was a loud knock on the van door, followed by a petite woman opening the back entrance. Several of the medical personal looked up from their work, the woman already holding up her badge of C.H.I.H.O identity and on-site clearance. Looking almost bored, the woman looked at her phone, flicking briefly to check for any new info.
"Agents? You have secondary orders, management wants you.." Maggie paused as she looked up from her phone, being greeted with a banged-up winged bird-lady and a rather angry man in an aggressive stance, dagger in hand.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Con Cord _gallifrog_
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