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Post by zero on Dec 16, 2016 22:28:01 GMT -5
You are good!
What do you think about the plan?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 16, 2016 22:29:09 GMT -5
I like it :3
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Post by zero on Dec 16, 2016 22:50:03 GMT -5
Okay. then I think we can start soon.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 16, 2016 22:51:20 GMT -5
Yep I'm currently present so whenever you guys are ready!
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 16, 2016 22:55:16 GMT -5
Same here.
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Post by zero on Dec 16, 2016 22:57:39 GMT -5
Good enough. Maybe we can just post a couple of times. I just don't want to get too far without Robin. ^^' ) I shall make a starter. )
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 16, 2016 23:10:34 GMT -5
alright!)
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Post by zero on Dec 16, 2016 23:32:23 GMT -5
Morgan thought the job had gone a bit too easy. They had no prior information on the remote warehouse, so he had planed for hours on how to infiltrate the building. The man had basically planed for anything from a child to army with tanks hiding in that warehouse. Yet, to his dismay and frustration, all of that precious planning was a waste. There was a grand total of ten people guarding the warehouse and, according to the rest of the group, weren't exactly talented or armed heavily. The information had basically been sitting on the table. In fact, it had been place on a table, in an empty room, and all wrapped in a neat little package of plastic, aka it was a cd inside a case in plan sight. That set off alarms for Morgan.
Morgan shifted in the cold bench and resisted the urge to pick at his nails. A, it was a nasty habit, and b, he was pretty sure the rest of the group would notice. Seeing the dubbed 'leader-of-the-group' picking at his nails was probably not a good sign, and it would require setting down the disk he held in his hands. He hadn't even let the pilot, who was their assigned personal/watcher, have the disk, which was protocol. Instead, he snapped the disk away from the pilot and climbed into the helicopter. He continued to stare at the cd, ignoring the quiet whirl of the helicopter blades as it slowly crossed the sky. His brow furrowed and a small frown crossed his face as the disk refused to give up its secrets.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 16, 2016 23:53:59 GMT -5
Tessa watched Morgan silently from where she sat, directly across from him in the crowded area of the helicopter. Though his face was expressionless for the most part, there was slight worry and suspicion in his eyes. The girl was sure the other team members felt the general unease from the strange mission. Everyone had seemed a little suspicious and confused by how sparsely guarded the warehouse had been, and how the CD had basically been served to them all on a silver platter. Frowning slightly, the mixed girl gently kicked Morgan in the shin with her heavy black combat boots, to get his attention, and draw him out of his thoughts.
"Stop overthinking," She said in a clipped voice, into her headsets microphone so that she could be heard by everony over the drum of the chopper. She was always one of few words, and was always very straight to the point, no beating around the bush, and no sugar coating. Morgan was definitely the type who over thought things too much, but it was sort of his job. He came up with the plans for all their missions, he came up with all the strategy, it was sort of in his job description to always be thinking, and seeing every possible scenario. Tessa supposed she should offer a smile of support or something, so she flashed him a very small and rare smile, before turning her eyes back to the darkened skys outside of the helicopter, her short raven-black hair flying everywhere.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 16, 2016 23:57:22 GMT -5
Ankh hopped onto the copter as well, slender body moving silently. She wasn't happy with the mission either, having aides with the strategizing and such as well. Only, the mission had little difficulty produced. It was laughable. Her chest shifted as she took a breath, snorting into her headset's mike "They're giving us less and less, I swear. I signed up for difficult missions. Not sweeps that are lower than practice!" Still, the Horsemen were to obey orders, as always.
As the metal bird lifted into the sky, the dark-skinned woman rubbed a hand over her eyes, wanting a long-a** nap right now. That's what she usually did after missions. Sleep. Eventually, Ankh just went to looking at the view outside as well, thinking as usual. It was odd. Usually their missions were hard. Worthy of the four prodigies. Brows bending, gears turning in her head. As she thought, she pulled out a dart, playing with it. Coated in the right substance? The dart could become one of the deadliest weapons known to man. She smiled at the thought. Ankh remembered wiping out entire masses with just one bullet, coated in liquid disease. Now, the Horsemen were reduced to petty pickups? How pathetic, she thought.
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Post by zero on Dec 17, 2016 0:08:32 GMT -5
Sorry to leave right after we got started, but it is getting late over here. I need to sleep for a bit. Good night, everyone. )
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 11:31:19 GMT -5
There was nothing of the soldier in Avi once he'd settled in the helicopter. He'd thrown his long legs out in front of himself and slumped back, making himself look much smaller that the mountain of a man who'd walked into the warehouse not long ago. Then, he'd been terrifying in his own right. Now, there was no way of knowing that he could kill anyone in more ways he cared to count. Relaxed like this, he was just another guy you passed on the way to your seat on the train in the morning. Except, of course, he wasn't.
Tessa's voice crackled in his ear and he grinned. "She's right," he commented. "We got it. It's insulting that they didn't even bother to keep it from us, but we have what we came for." That wasn't to say that he didn't see how off this all was. It was off, alright. The Horsemen going to pick up a CD on a desk? It was ridiculous in all the worst ways. But he knew how to call a win while he could. "Besides, it's not going to tell you anything if you just keep staring at it. We all have to wait to see what's on it."
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Post by zero on Dec 17, 2016 14:18:19 GMT -5
Morgan resisted wincing as a combat boot met his shin. Maybe they should go over tapping at the next training session. He knew he would be grateful. The man couldn't resist sending a huff and a glare towards his teammates who seemed to be unconcerned. They were right. He couldn't get anything from staring at the disk and wishing for the answer. But they were too relaxed with not knowing anything. You could never know too much. After all, not knowing something in their line of work was deadly and dying was not on his bucket list. "We might not even find out after it is taken." Morgan said with a hint of bitterness. For being the Horsemen, they were left out of surprisingly a lot. He would have thought, as the elite team, they would know the inner workings of the facility, but apparently, the information was 'not for their eyes' and 'not necessary for him to know'. After years of harsh training, they were still treated like lackeys. He glanced over at the plot as he noticed the quiet whirl of the helicopter was slowing. The man had not once looked over or made a noise. Though most people didn't talk to them. The suspicious part was, the pilot hadn't even warned the base that they were landing. The radio hadn't crackled or hummed either. Morgan tensed as the helicopter hit the ground.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 17, 2016 14:28:41 GMT -5
"We never find out squat, period," she snorted at Morgan "And you know it." That was an exaggeration, but the point was that they barely got any information about what they retrieved or the reason they looked. Their superiors always gave suckfish reasons as to why they couldn't know a majority of things. Ankh blinked when the copter touched down. For some reason, she was hesitant to get out, as if sensing something was off. Still, it only lasted a moment before she got off, stretching for a second before turning to look at the others as they got out. As she did, she casually pulled out what could easily pass as a smoke bomb. When it popped though, it held deadly poison that would become toxic for about ten seconds before neutralizing. Just in case something came at them now. She did this when they got back from every mission, just to be sure. Ankh had a larger arsenal under her belt, but she wasn't spooked yet to use any of it. It was weird. There was no word given out that they'd be arriving. Usually it would be that the pilot would alert base ahead of time. She toyed with the silver orb as she began to pace, looking around as the others got off.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 14:46:20 GMT -5
It was when they landed that Avi first realised that Morgan might very well be right. No word was sent out to the base before they landed as would usually be the case, nor did they get a call from them before they began their descent. He rose, squaring his shoulders as he walked out. He held a hand to his belt, ready to draw from the assortment of knives and guns that he'd not gotten to use yet today.
But things were quiet. Too quiet, actually. He'd expected some kind of movement, but there was nothing. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he looked around. "I don't like this," he murmured. With every deviation from the norm, the mission continued to make him uncomfortable. Things weren't as they should be.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 17, 2016 15:51:06 GMT -5
Tessa glanced from one team mate to another, they were all on edge and a little tense as the helicopter neared the facilities base. They all remained silent when the pilot didn't announce their arrival, and just looked at each other suspiciously. Tessa was probably the only one that didn't carry a gun, the weapon was too loud and noticeable to her, though of course some missions required it, it just wasn't apart of her usual arsenal that she always took with her. Guns were something she never needed for her skill set anyways so it wasn't a big deal anyways, and the other three, especially Avi and Morgan always made sure to bring a large assortment of firearms with them on every mission. As the chopper landed, the radio stayed silent even when they all filed off the metal beast.
Ankh as usual had taken out one of her bombs, and Avi was already reaching for a weapon in case of trouble. The situation was very out of the norm, but Tessa hoped they were all either overreacting, which was unlikely at this point, or that this was some sick, surprise training excercise.
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Post by zero on Dec 17, 2016 16:25:36 GMT -5
Morgan didn't respond to Ankh. Instead, he silently watched as people started to leave the helicopter. He wasn't sure if they should leave their only real, easy escape route, but they just made better targets sitting in a small, metal can full of gas. His eyes remained on the pilot for a second before he sighed and exited the copter. The landing pad was noticeably absent of people, but sometimes that was the case with top secret missions. People can't exactly see what they carry out sometimes and other times people just didn't bother to send a greeting party. It was odd but not unheard of.
Morgan's hand itched for his guns, he had two small ones attached to his body along with one small knife hidden in his shoe, but he refused himself the comfort. Yes, they usually came back a little tense, but holding a loaded weapon while entering base was a big no-no. He would hate it if the big hats upstairs thought the housemen went rogue.
He stopped a couple of yards away from the copter and waited for the rest of the Horsemen. If there was something strange going on, he wouldn't want to deal with a split up group.
(I would hate to change things, but what if, instead of the whole compromised thing, what if the horsemen were framed for something? That way they would have to hunt down the framers while running away from their own people. We don't have to. it's a passing thought.)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 16:46:25 GMT -5
( I'm fine with either, really. whichever the others would prefer is fine by me! )
Avi took the few steps needed to stand beside Morgan. He shot the other man a look that conveyed what he could not say - I don't think this is going to end well. Maybe it was Morgan's paranoia that had rubbed off on him, or maybe it was everything that had happened these past few hours, but he was slowly convincing himself that today was the day everything went wrong.
Things had gone wrong for him before, of course, both when he'd been with the other Horsemen and when he'd been alone. Even prodigies made mistakes. Few missions went off without a hitch - it wasn't often their information was flawless and extensive, and even then things tended to change as they moved along.
But this felt different. If things went wrong now, he felt certain that it would not be an easily corrected mistake.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 17, 2016 19:38:30 GMT -5
(I'm down with that!) The helicopters blades slowly powered down, as the Pilot turned off the Chopper on the landing pad. Tessa stood behind the tall Avi and Ankh as she was the third one to step out of the helicopter, Morgan following right after her. Glancing around she also noted there was no greeting party, not that that was totally unusual, but it was just another strange thing to another strange day. Tessa turned to look over her left shoulder, to where the Pilot was sitting in his cockpit. Despite the fact that the Helicopter was now off, he was still sitting in his seat with his radio headgear on, and under closer inspection, she realized he wasn't any of their usual five pilots. Squinting at him, the man was sitting stiffly and unmoving in his seat, as if he was nervously waiting for something.
Turning her eyes away right as the Pilot noticed her looking, she quickly turned back to Morgan, and smiled at him like they were having a light-hearted conversation, though, her tone was serious and her words didn't match her facial expression, "check out the pilot..."
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Post by zero on Dec 18, 2016 14:12:23 GMT -5
Morgan glanced up at Avi and found the man was thinking what he was thinking. Whatever they had gotten themselves into, it wasn't good and they weren't going to walk away clean. He slowly moved to face Tessa and plastered a on fake smile. He glanced over at the pilot. The man looked uncomfortable at best and defiantly wasn't one of their usually fliers. All of his training and instincts told him to run. Right now, he wasn't in the mood to ignore them. The people giving them orders had been too fishy lately and he wasn't going to let the team die.
He nodded to Tessa before turning his head to look at the doors leading down to the base. The camera's stationed next to them had their small red lights on. They wouldn't have the cameras on if they were trying to keep our coming back secret. Now assured the horsemen were in danger, he slowly turned as if going to ask Avi and Ankh something. "We are retreating to the helicopter." He said in a hushed tone, "I hope that is a smoke bomb in your hand, Ankh because I have a feeling we are going to need it." He looked to the pilot again. The man didn't appear strong. They could wrestle him out. Morgan pointed to the helicopter and said loudly, "Forgot something." Hopefully that would give the group enough cover so they could slowly make their way back. He suspected it wouldn't last for long, but perhaps long enough so no one would get hurt.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 15:05:19 GMT -5
Avi followed suit and glanced back at the pilot. Sure enough, he wasn't anyone he recognised. Something was definitely wrong, there was no longer any doubt. He itched to draw his weapons, but he knew that would tip them off. His entire body was tense, and he had to slowly unwind to appear casual. They needed to leave. The moment they stepped inside, they would be fighting. If they could leave now, that was ideal.
"Well then," he replied, raising his voice only slightly. He forced his tone into a somewhat amused one, as though he were teasing Morgan for his forgetfulness. "I guess we should go get it, huh?" He shook his head, still faking amusement perfectly. Then, slowly, he turned and started walking back towards the helicopter.
As he walked, he assessed the pilot. He didn't appear to be too strong, and he certainly didn't hold himself like a man who knew what he was doing with his body would. But with these people, you never knew. A good spy knew how to appear perfectly normal.
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