YsFanatic
Senior Member
The day ends and the night passes peacefully, and the dawn heralds the start of their new lives. For some this will be the first time working as mercenaries, for even for those with previous mercenary or any other form of military experience today promised to be something new and different. Thankfully they didn’t have a long distance to travel to get to the meeting that had been arranged for them. All they had to do is get to the nearby Agency airfield, one of several that ringed the city and provided the means for most mercs to leave for missions and then return. Each airfield has multiple hangars for Walkers and aircraft, not to mention training grounds, and several business buildings that contained communication rooms, conference/briefing rooms like the one the group was heading to, and several other useful facilities. In addition there were a handful of buildings that combined living and business facilities with a private hangar for those mercenary units able to pay the premium price for such privacy, enhanced security, and ability to leave more quickly for time-sensitive missions than other units.
Regardless of how they travel to the airfield, they are forced to go through a checkpoint and provide identification before proceeding to the building with their conference room. Inside not only would they find a series of desks with built in computer terminals, there was also a series of displays mounted on the wall at the front of the room. To the left of the room there was a single, larger desk upon which sat several large computer monitors. Behind those monitors a middle-aged woman, her red hair streaked with grey tied up in a neat bun, her green eyes focused on whatever work she was doing on her computer.
In addition three other people were already in the room. They would all recognize Roger Moss, but now he was dressed in basic grey scrubs, his ID badge clearly labeling him as being a Physician Assistant, and had an Agency assigned PDA sitting near the edge of his desk. He gave each member of the group a simple nod as they entered the room.
On the right side of the room a second woman sat in a desk at the edge of that particular row, her grimy jumpsuit and dirty skin clearly identify her as being a mechanic. Her brown hair was tied up in a simple ponytail that she kept toying with as she leaned over to quietly talk with the wheelchair bound man sitting next to her desk. He too wore a mechanic’s jumpsuit, but other than some stains on his hands and arms, he was rather clean. Even with the somewhat baggy jumpsuit, those observant enough would note that his legs appeared to be incredibly skinny, indicating that he hadn’t been able to walk for many years.
Regardless of how they travel to the airfield, they are forced to go through a checkpoint and provide identification before proceeding to the building with their conference room. Inside not only would they find a series of desks with built in computer terminals, there was also a series of displays mounted on the wall at the front of the room. To the left of the room there was a single, larger desk upon which sat several large computer monitors. Behind those monitors a middle-aged woman, her red hair streaked with grey tied up in a neat bun, her green eyes focused on whatever work she was doing on her computer.
In addition three other people were already in the room. They would all recognize Roger Moss, but now he was dressed in basic grey scrubs, his ID badge clearly labeling him as being a Physician Assistant, and had an Agency assigned PDA sitting near the edge of his desk. He gave each member of the group a simple nod as they entered the room.
On the right side of the room a second woman sat in a desk at the edge of that particular row, her grimy jumpsuit and dirty skin clearly identify her as being a mechanic. Her brown hair was tied up in a simple ponytail that she kept toying with as she leaned over to quietly talk with the wheelchair bound man sitting next to her desk. He too wore a mechanic’s jumpsuit, but other than some stains on his hands and arms, he was rather clean. Even with the somewhat baggy jumpsuit, those observant enough would note that his legs appeared to be incredibly skinny, indicating that he hadn’t been able to walk for many years.
