Each post I will update the Reputation Score in a spoiler at the
bottom of my post.
Note - Higher Reputation Points means I am more likely to make an
NPC join that agency. [I know technically its NOT an NPC, but not
someone that has a form.]
Ricky sighed in agonizing boredom longing for a mission. It had
been weeks since he was on the field and now he was feeling
restless. His sleep schedule was all but gone at this point due to
being so hyped and bored. He sighed once again, this time in rage
that no one had a mission in weeks. What did command do? Eat donuts
and wait till they thought of something?
Isabelle was at her computer at the agency's base. Her main base
was a shared apartment with Nora, Sarah, and Ayano. She smiled,
remembering how the younger girl found out about the agency.
Ricky growled other teams far weaker than him had obtained a
mission, so why not him? He was easily stronger than the four gun
men who had obtained a mission. Sitting down he began to think
about what he knew. He was strong, one of the agency's few powered
individuals.They didn't fear losing him as they sent him on
numerous missions that were against powered people so why wouldn't
they want him to go out now?
Nora stretched, heading into the info broker room. Smiling at the
complaints of the info brokers, she sat next to Isabelle.
"You know, they're gonna make it password protected if you keep
entering like this."
"They wouldn't dare. They know no lock can keep Sarah from
entering. She knows every password. And plus, they can't if we keep
Sarah safe."
"True."
Mira stretched, yawning, half wanting to go work on her project in
the lab. It was her break hour, but god knows it sure didn't feel
like a break. Her mind was still racing, thinking of ways to
possibly make that new idea of hers better.
She instead sipped her coffee in the break room, rubbing her tired
eyes. She hadn't slept in... Two days? Let's go with that. I
might have to soon, in case 2 attacks... She thought, yawning
yet again.
Ricky drummed his fingers in annoyance before an icy hand formed
and with one quick punch a whole in the wall shattered as if it
were glass. The pieces crackled as the ice on them cracked. With
the air freezing around his hand he sighed, "One mission. One."
Ricky smiled a bit. It was an old feeling to him. It crept down his
spine causing him to smile widely revealing his teeth. Something
fun was about to happen. At any moment he would be called in for
details. Licking his lips he walked down the halls to the leaders.
((Sorry if I don't post the Reputation Points! I'll try to do it,
but I'll probably only do it at reputation updates))
A bit of scrolling let her know. She got a text from Isabelle.
Got the text. Ready to help. Sarah smiled. Ayana was next to
her, talking about a game she loves. Nora came in with some
sweaters.
[so pretty much the target is an NPC girl I'll control. Whoever
gets to her first gets to kill her. She has purple hair and blue
eyes.]
Mira was just drifting off to sleep before her phone buzzed. She
groaned and sat up, checking it. Break was over. Half-relieved, she
grabbed her coffee and got up. Before she left, she grabbed a scone
for good measure and walked back over to the research lab. "What's
the deal? Any missions coming up?" She muttered to anyone really
willing to listen, looking at her newest vile of acid.
Ricky pondered. Assassination. Such a shame to kill a girl as cute
as her. But why? Surely a teenager was unimportant. Either they
over heard something or their parents were important. Closing his
eyes he drummed his fingers. One would come after her.
Perhaps...yes. Yes. That would be good.
Sarah changed her appearance to look like the girls. Since the
height wasn't specified, she could easily be the girl.
Nora put on her sweatshirt, used to conceal her knife. They always
were driven, a plane being to risky. She looked at her phone and
sighed.
Ayano put on a sweatshirt herself, and put her hair in a ponytail.
The trio was an unlikely band of friends, but it worked.
She was eventually filled in on the mission. Mira took one more sip
of her coffee before looking at her cluttered desk. Maybe they
could use some of it? She thought hopefully. She shrugged. "But
it is still a prototype... It could break through the beaker any
second..." She mumbled, thinking. If they want it, they can take
it, I guess.
Ricky smiled driving in a luxury car before parking it and walking
out to look for the girl. Plan A was simple. Fake like he was a
celebrity who owned a magazine. Buy a coffee at the cafe, see her
in the area, convince her that she could be a model. Lure her away.
Kill her.
Sarah separated from her friends a mile from the teen's town. They
were stealthy, but they didn't want any risks.
The teen was going about her day. Her ears were still ringing.
She'd heard about two spy orginozations. If she wanted to join,
that was fine, but she didn't! And she was aware someone would try
to kill her to keep the secret.
[Would anyone mind if I changed it from assasination to
elimination?]
Ricky smiled seeing the teen from the coffee shop. So far so good.
Buying a coffee he drummed his fingers waiting. Soon she will
enter. Soon. Until then he struck a conversation with a server
about traffic.
[A 100% chance of death v.s. a chance to be recruited or die]
Sarah and the teen both entered the coffee shop. Sarah was careful
to act 'clumsy and self-centered'. Unless you were Sarah or the
teen, Lauren, you wouldn't know the difference.
Ricky put on a smile but inside he was annoyed. "Wow! You two are
pretty! And impressive! Could you be twins?" Letting that sink in a
moment he slapped himself a bit before pulling out a business card,
"You two could be models! My agency would love to have you!"
Truth be told, he only owned half the business. He had enough for
the building and two photographers from money he acquired through
missions. He had to convince the leaders to pay for lights,
cameras, more workers, and printers through it being a good cover
up business and it making money.
She added one more drop. She grabbed looked over the orange liquid
she had created and poured it into a small, bullet-sized shot. Not
like she could test it out on a human. She didn't like doing it on
animals. So, for now, until someone attacked base, Mira's brand-new
poison would remain untested.
She loaded the 'bullet' into a small pistol that she had weapons
development make especially for this kind of work. The ammo would
fire at a rate so that the bullet would not break, only
inject the target with whatever was in said bullet. She sheathed
the gun in her belt and smiled at the remaining poison in the
beaker.