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You walk into a dingy Cafe, the middle of nowhere. There is an aging couple at the counter, eyeing you warily. No surprise there: This part of the world and they dont like strangers. As you approach the bar and order a refreshment, you notice a ugly smelly toilet in the corner. Approaching it you enter, and notice the special Wolf brand toilet paper. Pulling out a pen, you write what it is you want and flush it down the toilet. You want to hire a wolf? Be a wolf? Fill in the information........


Wolves files

Targets:

There are currently 3 Targets.

Name: Ghost
Age: <Unknown>
Sex: Male
Nation of birth: <Unknown>
Location: <Unknown>
Role: Leader of Darkness assasins
Reward: $10,000,000 USD
Priority: Black
Difficulty: Black
Attempts: 3

Name: Samuel "Boss" Gore
Age: 52
Sex: Male
Nation of birth: Topal
Location: Topal
Role: Head of Lopan Mafia
Reward: $500,000 USD
Priority: Yellow
Difficulty: Red
Attempts: 1

Age: 52
Sex: Male
Nation of Birth: Gallenger, The Marxist State
Race: Siberian
Faction: New Capitalist Freedom Army
Reward: $3,000,000
Bounty: $250,000 for his death. $500,000 if brought in alive. $900,000 for the return of the experimental Street Strike SubmachineGun he uses.
Location: Fort Great Faith. Heavilly defended fort in the Defensive Blitz Canyon.
Skills: Endurance. Expect a long chase from a man his age.
Role: Recruiter for NCFA
Priority: Black
Difficulty: Black
Attempts: 0


Scales:

Black: Max Priority/Difficulty
Purple: Much P/D
Red: Some P/D
Yellow : A little P/D

Wolves:

There are currently 3 Wolves for hire:

Name: Moon man
Speciality: Rifle (sniper)
Successful missions: 6
Mission aborts: 2
Minimum price: 300,000 USD
Status: For Hire

Name: Grass Snake
Speciality: Bombs
Successful missions: 3
Mission aborts: 1
Minimum price: 100,000 USD
Status: For Hire

Name: Horsefly
Speciality: Stealth
Successful missions: 4
Mission aborts: 0
Minimum price: 500,000 USD
Status: For Hire

Name: Lord
Speciality: None
Successful missions: 8
Mission aborts: 0
Minimum price: 2,000,000 USD
Status: Not For Hire

Name: Bar Man
Speciality: None
Successful missions: 16
Mission aborts: 0
Minimum price: 4,000,000 USD
Status: Not For Hire

Current Missions:
Operation Armada: Stage 1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10304729#post10304729)

OOC: Post if you have target or want to be a wolf. I will probably start extra threads for each mission, posting links here.

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I presume you are an assasins guild. If that is the case I now have cometition. I guess that can be health.....for me. I can not say the same for your wolf agents if we meet.

hm....

Oh this should be golden. One guild made on the forms and practices of honor and loyalty, the other based by a fat mexican....

Hey Black hand wheres your link? I might steal some of your targets. heheh

OOC: are you talking to me?

yes

Our name is The Black agents.... And as of now our targets that we attack are generally ones with high levels of secuirty and importance- national leaders- Government officals- and Military targets like commanders and generals. Prices vary between targets and difficulty in the acquisition of the mark.

OOC: I have a small terrorist group hidden in my nation called the INAL. They are similar to the IRA and the Provos but they have an assassination wing that is there to help them bring in cash.

IC:
"Sir, you may want to take a look at this report," Ryan McLean told his leader. "What is it McLean?" Dennis Crowley, head of the INAL asked. "Another assassins guild has popped up. This could mean trouble for the Black Widows." "What have you got on them?" Crowley asked. "Not much sir, all we know is their name, the Wolves agency, and that an obese Mexican is either their leader or a figure head." "Have one of the Black Widows apply to join. After that we'll just see what happens."

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Pat Dillon walked into the small bar. He spotted the man who fit the description of his target. He was not a target to be assassinated but he was to be considered to be dangerous by association. "Excuse me sir" he said as he tapped the obese man's shoulder with one hand and slipped his application to join the wolves into the man's pocket with his other. "I am hunting wolves in the area. Do you know where I would be able to find some?"

The fat mexican smiled, looking at the application.
"You have come to the right place amigo. You want to join the wolves si? One moment. Tell me amigo, are you ready?"
The barmen shot the man with a tranquiliser dart, and before he knew he was unconcious. Grabbing a old phone, the mexican dialled the number.

"A new wolf."
"Yes I have him here, unconcious for 24 hours."
"Helicopter in 10 minutes? O-kayyyyyyyy amigo."

10 minutes later a helicopter flew in low, pulling to a stop behind the bar. 3 men walked out, grabbing the unconcious body and draggin him onboard. It would be a 5 hour trip before they reached the island, and then interrogation would begin......

OOC: This ok? I will post more about you before you regain conciousness.

The Black agents did like the wolves and dislikes this INAL even more. A normal agent one of lower rank and never made it to Black agent status stood out side the bar and watched the chopper lift off. The agent then shot it with a tracker that gave a ultra low sonic transmission. The agent then called and reported that the tracker was planted. Then he got his new set of objectives...

" Good job agent E. Now we want you to infiltare the wolves facility and secure the id of the recruiter. Then we want you to become a wolf." the phone went dead and Agent E dropped the phne down a storm drain and walked inside. The Id of the man did not fit any of the Agencies Id database which held just about everyone. Agent E walked in and talked to the fat mexican saying

" So you are the keeper of the wolves. but as we both know a pack of wloves can never have to many wolves in it."

The agent kept his eye open for anything that didn't feel right.

This was just too suspicious. Two wolf recruits within half an hour? No way. In all likelyhood this was some agent who followed the genuine wolf recruit, or they were working together.

"You want to join si? Want a drink amigo?" Spoke the fat mexican
Reaching for a bottle of vodka, he picked up the Topalian vodka pouring it into the tall dirty glass in front of him. The message was clear.

"Its Topalian amigo: Good stuff."

The Agent could see they suspicious look in his eyes. And it was time to play it off.

" Sure. I havent had a drink in some time. I have heard that this country makes some of the best" said agent e as he picked up the glass and smelled. Agent e was wearing a pair of clear gloves that had sensors inside of them. He touched the vodka and rubbed it in to the gloves. Soon the gloves came back that a small a mount of rat posion was detected. The agent smiled and told the man that it would be rude of him to drink before he did, a matter of national cutlure. the agent handed back the glass and looked at the man. and said....

" The last guy you took as a frined of mine. We use to be an unbreakable team. We did everything to gather. but He did this on his own. So I want to join so I can be beter then him for joining with out me." the agent said those words with great power and meaning.

"Sir." McLean said as he gave his report to Dennis, "Dillon's blood probe has reported. It found a crude tranquiliser in his veins." "Damn," Crowley said, "can you track the probe?" The answer he got was less than satisfactory, "No sir. It's out of range."

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Pat Dillon woke up with a migrain. "Oh, Shit," he said to himself when the pain registered, "Where the Hell am I?" He looked around the small room. He then remembered his mission. He instantly tapped into his training. He took deep breaths. He tried to empty his mind.

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OOC: It wernt Rat poison you paranoid person. If I wanted to kill you with it, it would of been decent poison. It was a signal.

IC:
The Fat man smiled. A likely story. Before the Fat man even stopped smiling, a bullet entered the pretenders brain, splattering upon the wall. Looking up the mexican said:
"Did you have to cause such a mess? You some kinda idiot amigo?"

The slit that had opened behind the pretenders back closed, just as silently as it opened.

An unknown Island
"Welcome brave applicant. We wish you to answer each question with the utmost honesty. If we think you are lying, you die."

Suddenly the chair the man was strapped to stuck several needles into the mans back side, injecting a powerful truth serum, 5 times the power of that used in the US. At the same time they measured his heart rate, breathing rate and various other bodily functions. All of this information was sent to a nearby room full of psychiatrist, as well as various life footage of different angles of the mans body.

The serum was in full affect now.......

"What is your name and what is your mission? Who sent you and why?"

OOC: The pretender, I like the way he died but next time let me do it please.

( At the Agency)

The agent in charge of the operation looked at the screen that showed the picture from the agents contact and said

" Go thing he did his job. I want a cybernet to go to the bar this time. And this time show you skill."

A cybernet in the corner shook his head and walked off. The Commanding agent then Orderd another to go to the chooper and to see what he could find.

( at bar 1 day later)

He bore a symbol of a War Breeds soldier Eilte. the cybernet was a good model and operated without the sounds of a mechain. As he walked into the bar. He ordered a tall bottle of Topal Vodka. The bartender nodded and handed him the bottle. The Cybernet drank the vodka stright out of the bottle and did it in about 9 chugs. The cybernet then looked to find a a dart board. When he found one he walked over and picked up the darts and stood about 5 more feet then required. One after another the darts hit the bullseye, soon the whole bullseye was full and the last dart went stright into another dart. The cybernet laughed and walked back to his chair.

OOC: Truth serum?

Dillon felt the needles jab into him. He felt a weird sensation go through his body. It reminded him of the truth serum that the INAL has used on him before he was recruited. Truth Serum he though to himself. He replied to the fat man's question with on sentence, "What ever I say you will kill me."

OOC: You know powerful drugs, make you half brain dead and very hard to control what you say.

IC:
The island
"No. Answer the questions, but if you refuse to, then you will die."

At the bar

"Hey amigo! I see you. You want to be a wolf si?"
Called the mexican. Remembering yesterdays incident, he was very cautious, but he recognised a born killer. The Mexican hoped the man yesterday who went to the island was genuine, but he had phoned the island with his suspicians. But the mexican could still hope.

"Can I buy you a drink amigo?"

The Cyber net known to the Black agents was known as agent 68-O, but his code name was Cody Tails.

Cody walked over and sat down in the chair next to him and grabbed the glass and said

" Order the strongest you got."

"Some Frozopian vodka si? Here."
Grabbing the bottle, the mexican poured it into a glass and offered it to the man.
"Now you want work si?"

Cody looked at the man with a serious eye and drank the drink saying

" Have you been watching the news. My nation is gone. Raven corp took it. An seing in how i am a soldier, I guess you could say I am looking for work. What You got?"

"How about money for killing si? Or maybe killing for money." Suddenly the mexican laughed, spitting saliva everywhere.
Thats when the barman raised his gun and shot the soldier with several tranquiliser darts......

Cody had to play it off or he would get caught. So Cody's eye rolled up into the back of his head and he fell over with a large thud sound, making the table shake. The bottle of Vodka fell to the ground, shattering on the ground upon contact. Cody thought he gave a very convincing show.

Dillon sayed with a slurred voice, "Do you expect me to tell you that I work for the INAL and I'm trying to make sure you don't steal any of our business?" He looked the camera that was in plain site. Then he realized what he had just said. "Oh Feck!" he said to himself.

Picking up the phone, the mexican dialled the number.
"Another recruit amigo."

"20 minutes?"

"Good."

20 minutes later

As the the chopper flew in, the fat mexican and his barman began to drag the man outsidde and into the chopper.

"Phew he heavy." Spoke the 'Barman'.

"Quit whining Gringo!" Snapped the mexican.


Elsewhere.
"Why did the INAL send you? Rivals you say? Where is their agency based?"

Cody heared the barman as he insulted his wieght.

" You'll pay for that" thought cody to himself as he was being drug into the chopper.

Elsewhere.
"Why did the INAL send you? Rivals you say? Where is their agency based?"

"Like I said," Pat started, "They want me to make sure you don't steal any of our business. We don't plan to rival you, but I don't think my superiors will let you just step in and steal our customers. I have never been to the main base with out being blind folded from a check point to the breifing room. The smae on the way out."

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"Sir," McLean said, "He hasn't reported in for three days. We have to do something." "Prep the Spectors, tell them they are going into a hosttile area. I'll give them their breifing later."

"Who is your agencies leader? Where is he based? Where can we find him?"

Elsewhere

The Chopper took off, heading over the sea's. Its destination? The Island.

"I don't know. There have been people claiming that it is the Supreme Admiral F. Crowley. Others claim that its his son Matt. My freind claims that the Admiral's Nephew is our leader."

"Tell me the following about these 3 people:

Name, Age, Nation of birth, Location and their Roles"

Sheizcka, Minister of Defense for the State, got to go in bitch mode. She had asked to speek withsome working with this agency. She had shoulder-length chesnut-hair. Sunglasses. A dark sweater, jeans, and a ciggerate in one hand. In a seductive Russian accent she said.

"I need to hire this man, Lord. We have a terrorist we need you to eliminate." She slipped whoever it was she was talking to a file. That had a series of writings on it in a crpytic language, but on the inside the writing was clear.

Major-General Josef YUSIOV. Former member of the People's Navy Force.
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Age: 52
Sex: Male
Place of Birth: Gallenger, The Marxist State
Race: Siberian
Faction: New Capitalist Freedom Army
Bounty: $250,000 for his death. $500,000 if brought in alive. $900,000 for the return of the experimental Street Strike SubmachineGun he uses.
Location: Fort Great Faith. Heavilly defended fort in the Defensive Blitz Canyon.
Skills: Endurance. Expect a long chase from a man his age.
Position: In charge of recruiting "promissing young people" into the NCFA Organization and leading the battalion they are placed in. (Put in role as Recruiter for NCFA Terrorists)
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"We need this guy taken out before he brainwashes more of our citizens, so this is high priority." she said taking a long puff from the ciggerate and putting it out on the table.

OOC: Finally! I might add a new agent within your price range and right for the job. Give me time.

IC:

"You think Lord work for free senorita? You think I some kinda of fool?"
The Mexican laughed.
"Lord works for minimum of $ 2,000,000 USD chica, he is the best, maybe Moon man will be persuaded over chica, but not Lord. Or there is some one new...."

Sheizcka took another puff from the ciggerate. She slipped an envelope that read 6,000,000 CREDITS ($3 Million USD). "This and the bounty should convince this Lord guy to help us. Now listen here you brown skinned fool. My goverment isn't going to waste time screwing around with the likes of you, all we want is these capitalist bastards to go bye-bye. Take the offer or I go. We have 32 hours to get rid of this guy."

"Im sure Lord will accept a mission like this.....O-kaayyyyyyyy We will do all the transportation chica, you dont worry your little pretty head about it."
The Mexican picked up the phone and began to diall the number...

OOC: Time we brought up another thread. You start it with a slightly more detailed description of the general and where he is located e.g. Fort Great Faith. Post the link here.

OCC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10304729#post10304729

There's yer thread.

Maxine, a natural born killer, raised as nothing more than a tool for killing. Having seen nothing but battlefield experience from the time she was four. Her dark hair swayed in the breeze as she walked, behind her, a purebred wolf trotted along. She wore simple camoflauge utilities. Having been born as an experimental subject in the Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune, she was unnaffected by drugs, she also could heal wounds one hundred fold. Down her face a long deep scar rendered one of her eyes missing and under a patch.

She stepped into the bar, and sat at a table. She drew her knife and placed her hand palm down on the table top.

thunk

The knife came down between her fingers, she brought it up and moved it to the next one. She repeated until she had hit all the gaps between her fingers and she repeated the act, only faster this time.

Cody kept his eye shut but also sent an email to to the agency that way they could tell hwere he was going....

At the agency-----

The agents recieved the email and found where he was going. Many agents that where used for Anti-Assasin work where already geared and ready to go at moments notice. To Serve the agency was thier honor.

OOC: How would he able to tell them where he was going when he doesnt even know where he is going?

IC:
"Hey there pretty lady? You want a job si? To be a wolf?" The fat mexican sat in his usual seat, sweating heavily into the chair. Spotting the wolf, he smiled.

"You even brought a mascot? How nice chica. You want a drink first? Some vodka? Its Frozopian....."

She flipped the knife up, caught it, and stuck it in the sheath without a second glance.

"Of course I want to be a wolf. Just a mercenary looking for a job. I'll pass on the drink, I see no point. I have a feeling I'll be one of the best trained mercs you'll ever find."

The wolf sat motionless, eyeing the fat man.

"No vodka? What a pity."
The barmen barely move. He just pulled the trigger, firing the dart straight at the women through a small hole in the bar. He then fired a second dart at the wolf.

The woman was unnaffected. She let out a little laugh, and with movements that were nearly undetectable, her hand was wrapped around the fat man's throat, her knife sticking through her hand, and pointing right at his jugular.

"You'll have to try harder than that get me out," she said as the wolf let out a little whine, and collapsed.

She pushed the man away, and pulled the knife out of her hand. She made a slashing motion through the air, and droplets of her own blood sprayed the fat man. She wiped the blood onto her blouse, and revealed that her knife wound was now gone.

"Ok ok ok chica! Just a little procedure that is all."
Standing up, still watching the woman warily, the fat mexican picked up the phone and dialled the number.
"New recruit si? 20 minutes till chopper arrives?"

20 minutes later and two men and the woman were flying off, the wolf stowed in the back.....

OOC: Cody is a cybernet. He is doing nothing more then playing along. Not to mention he has a gps in his body. He just told hem of where he was- just misworded.

OOC: Question for you, Topal. Are Fantasy(esque) type characters allowed? Such as X-Men mutants or something of the like (obviously not to powerful). I am asking this question because I am interested in introducing a character and I noticed NoF's character was... well, not exactly a normal human.

To: Wolf Agency
From: Kippl Governor Of War, Logan Vassili

I will hire all 4 wolves to make an attempt on Tony Freakin Danzas life. I want his army out of newly refromed Minnesota so it will be all mine! Also if all of the Minnesota Federations allied rulers "Have an accident that results in death" you'll get a Million (1,000,000) Whatever currency you use. The Grand Kippl Kommander has spoken!

"Tell me the following about these 3 people:

Name, Age, Nation of birth, Location and their Roles"

"They all have the last name, Crowley. One just goes by F. Crowley and the others are Matt and Dennis. Their ages are unknown. They were all exiled from Ireland in the 90's for treason. F. and Matt both live in a buker beneath a mountian in Drexel Hillsville. Dennis could be any where. F. is the Leader of Drexel and Matt is is son and one of his best feild operatives. Dennis is my leader. He is F.'s nephew and leader of the INAL. Please, no more questions. Or at least get me an Irish Car Bomb.

OOC: An Irish Car Bomb is a type of shot. It tihnk its Guiness and Jamesons.

INAL HQ:
Dennis saw before him three men. Well actually one was a women but she could beat up either of the other two. "One of our Black Widows is MIA. He was on a mission to infiltrate the newly formed Wolves Agency, an assassians guild. The man he was supposed to meet is often at this bar." He held up a picture of the bar as well as one of the Mexican. "I want you to stake out the bar and report back to me asap. Am I understood?" "Yes Sir!" They all said. "Good. You will be para-droped in about a kilometer away from the target bar. Good Luck" With that the Spectors left the breifing room and headed for a chopper which would take them to their plane.

OOC: DMG thats cool. A good way of starting up would be joining the wolves and taking that mafia target on the first page of target, good place to start.

IC:
To Kippl Governor Of War, Logan Vassili
We are willing to accept such a mission, but lord is currently unavailable. We need more information on the target.

Wolf

The Island
"That will do."
Different needles injected into the imposter, this time injecting lethal venom that would kill him without pain within minutes.

"Good bye."

At the same time the helicopter touched down on the small island, and two men carried cody into some caves that lead into a large underground building using a stretcher. Finally they came to a metal door that opened to reveal a lift.

"My name is Thompson, this is James and this is a new recruit." Spoke the man. Immediatly the lift began a slow descent to the bottom chambers.....

An average and nondescript looking man walked into the bar and sat down at the bar. There was nothing very recognizable about him as he appeared average. He stood at nearly six feet tall and was of average weight for his height. Brown hair adorned his handsome head and he wore a light trench coat.

However, he was anything but average. His body was chizeled to a David-like perfection with bulging muscles hidden beneath his loose clothes. More than capable with most types of weapons, he was a master in the arts of assassination and stealth. What really made him stand out, however, was his unparalleled reflexes and slight ESP along with another very special trait (he will show it when necessary).

"Thanks..." he said as the bartender handed him a drink. He sat in his seat near the end of the bar and began slowly drinking away.

OOC: I must say that I hope you don't do stuff like that in fights.

IC:
"I have bad news sir" McLean said as he walked into Dennis's office, "Pat Dillon is dead." "What?!" Dennis asked, "Contact the Spectors! I want them to take out that bar once they have been able to find away to locate where the Wolves have taken Dillon." "Yes Sir!"

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Terry Crowley, head of the Spectors received a message over her tactical PDA.
Terry,
The Widow is dead. Take out the bar once you have found a way to locate where they took him. Procede with caution.

Dennis

She told her men to prep their gear. They were nearing the drop zone. They juped out the door of the plane. The feeling was one that was hard to get used to. Once she got her first foot out the door she was sucked out. The cold wind was like a shot to the stomach. She pulled the cord on her parachute. Oh Feck she thought when it didn't open. Instincts quickly took over and she pulled the back up chute cord. She felt a jolt as the chute deployed. A few seconds later she hit the ground. Her men were in site. She motioned them over. "You know what to do. Radio silence from here on out unless it is desperetly needed. We split up here. Mark, you tak the northeast corner. John, take the southeast. I'll be at the west. Keep your eyes peeled for any activity. Move out!"

Maxine looked at the new faces, saying nothing. She could kill either of them, but she was more interested in cash at the moment. Her sea bag had a protruding part, and for the most part looked fairly empty, It had one utility uniform, various odds and ends, ammo, a FAMAS, and Browning BDM. She looked at her unconcious wolf, and was a little pissed, but realized it was only a precaution. Her mind then realized that what they were trying to shoot her with must have been pretty potent, because canine's are much more resistant to drugs than humans.

Intruders.
The writing scrolled across the pagars screen, and was followed up by images of two men approaching the building carefully, from CCTV.

Your position is compromised. Destroy the bar and go. The chopper is landing 3 miles south of here.

The fat mexican swore. Another move to another side of the world.
Looking up he spotted the man by the bar. One of the agents? Or a new recruit? More likely the former, but the fat mexican was greedy. He wanted his bounty, and was willing to risk the intruders, even the chance of this man being one of them, to get at that money.

Walking upto the barman, he said the standard intruders code.
"Hey amigo. Another Beer, gracias."
The barman nodded, pouring the fat mexican a beer before leaving the bar through a door.
Grabbing a long barrelled shotgun and pulling on some bullet proof armour, he walked up the steps leading to the a grubby old room on top of the bar. Walking into the corner, he reached into a small cactus plant pot and tapped the brown button place discretely there.

Suddenly some writing flashed on the opposite mirror.

5 minutes till explosion.

Smiling, the bar man walked down the stairs and back into the bar, where he heard the fat mexican talking:

"Hey amigo! Can I buy you a drink? Maybe some vodka si? Or maybe you want a job?"
The barman frowned. This was against protocol.
I will terminate his service when this is over. He thought.

OOC: Frozopia=Topal

"Depends what kind of job you are talking about..." the man replied calmly without even turning to look at the fat mexican. He continued sipping his beer every so often, waiting for a response. As he did so, one of his hands instinctively slipped to his side...

"You want to be a wolf si?" Spoke the mexican grinning to reveal some very yellow teeth.
"But first a drink? Vodka? Its Frozopian......"
Which is when the barmen spun his gun, and pulled the trigger of his tranquiliser gun.....

The man could have dodged the shots had he wanted to, but it wasn't worth it. He let the tranquilizer hit him and he slowly gave in to the darkness.

OOC: Tell me Frozotopia orTopal or who ever you are, how did you see mt men?

OOC: Tell me Frozotopia orTopal or who ever you are, how did you see mt men?

OOC: My assumption is that he had radar, sensors, and cameras.

OOC: when is Cody going to get to the " Island"?

Eric Parker looked average, looked like another of the recruits of the Wolf Agency. But he wasn't looking to be recruited...he needed to hire a killer.
Parker stepped into the bar, the heat getting to him. Too damn hot and dry in this place...the native Federation was much better. He saw a fairly overweight Mexican man waiting at the counter and stepped up.

"I'd like a drink...and maybe more."

Terry's radio started to work suddenly, "Terry, This is Dennis. We've intercepted several messages that have been sent to to bar. Get your men away from there! Its gonna blow in three minutes! We've contacted your father. He's sending your brother's squad to help out. Stay there but keep out of the blast assumed blast radius. If the Mexican leaves, track him. Same with barman. The Mexican can't run the entire show. The barman would have had to notice his patrons being knocked out."

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Two Minutes earlier:
McLean burst into Dennis's office again, "Sir, we've caught a communication sent to the bar! It says its gonna blow!" "Damn It!" the Irishman yelled. "Get my Uncle on the line, we need some more help with this one." In a few seconds they were speaking. "Uncle Fran, I need a favor. Your daughter is out in the feild and..." "And what?" The Admiral inquired. "She's got more than she can handle," the nephew stated. "I'll get Matt and his crew ready. Send the coorordinates to the op center."


OOC: Again I would like to ask how you detected them. I'm not impatient just want to make sure this question is seen.

Name: Moon man
Speciality: Rifle (sniper)
Successful missions: 6
Mission aborts: 2
Minimum price: 300,000 USD

This is the man I want to buy. My target is my own.

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ooc: I don't think bumping it is going to do you any good (besides clog up the thread). Frozopia/Topal is not on right now... when he gets on, I am sure he will respond to everyone.

OOC: Amazonian beasts and Hayord could you wait till the agency relocates before hiring a wolf? We would need info one the target BTW. The bar has its own problems at the moment.
Drexel Hillsville we spotted your guys by multiple cameras that can see people from every angle approaching the bar, as well as some sensors.

IC:
The Island
As the helicopter began to descend, the ground beneath it flipped over to reveal a helipad. The Helicopter touched down, and two men jumped out holding the "unconcious" man. Met by two other men, the four began to carry the man in a stretcher along a path towards some caves that were dug in a nearby cliff face. At the same time two more men jumped on the helicopter and returned hours later with a woman. This time they had to carry a wolf on a stretcher.......

The bar
3 minutes till explosion.

"That was against protocol agent." Spoke the bar man.
"Who cares amigo? Now lets get the hell outta here si?" Snapped the fat mexican.
"This way agent." Walking forwards, the barman threw the new recruit over his shoulders. The mexican took the shotgun out of the bar man's hands and checked the breach for shells. Despite his weight, the efficiency in which he checked and reloaded the gun showed that of a professional.
The two men took some steps that lead into the basement, where a armoured jeep sat.
"Get in."
"Dont tell me what to do amigo! You think because you a wolf you can treat me this way?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Throwing the unconcious man in the back, the Bar man hit a button on the far wall and jumped in the driving seat. The fat mexican spent a few seconds more opening the door of the passenger seat and breathing in so his stomach could fit in the cramped space.

Before them the wall began to descend, revealing an upward angled slope.

"You ready?"
"As I will ever be amigo!"

The two men shot forwards, for the intruders to see a jeep shoot threw a sand dune and to accelerate into the desert........

OOC: Next time metion what they were picked up by.

John was the first to see the jeep. He quickly readied a tracking device on his crossbow and fired. "Terry, you there?" He asked on his radio, "I got two tangos headed south in a jeep, orders?" "Stick with them as best as possible. Mark and I'll be on you tail. Move!" Terry then switced the settings on her radio, "Matt come in, Matt are you there?" "I'm here sis." "Whats your ETA?" "ETA is about thrity seconds plus a little more on the drop." "We've got two tangos in a jeep headed your way. We are moving to take the back." "Okay. I meet you at the drop zone."

A few seconds later Matt and the Riders were out the door. About another thrity seconds and they were on the ground. Along with them was dropped two ATVs just in case. They moved the ATVs behind a dune. When they finised they heared a motor.

Surprisingly maybe, it was the fat mexican who heard the small thunk as the crossbowbolt struck the jeep over the engine noice and not the Bar man. Climbing heavily into the back, he grabbed the bolt and hurled it out into the desert.

"What are you doing agent?" Asked the Bar man.
"Nothing you need to worry about amigo." Spoke the fat mexican, sweating due to the exertion of climbing behind a chair.
Glancing up, the Bar man spotted the aircraft (OOC: What is it? Doing the drop?) Smiling, he tapped a button on the steering wheel. Immediatly two missile launchers sprung from the jeeps head lights, turned upwards, and fired a barrage of RADAR tracked missiles......

OOC: This isn't James Bond!

Crowley saw the missles go up. This is really gonna piss my father off he thought as the plane was hit. The motor sound was coming closer. He could tell that a jeep was coming. He pulled out a Claymore and placed it on the ground before hiding behind a large rock. His group did the same. The jeep was close now, not even twnety five yards away. "FIRE" He ordered his men. The Claymores all went off within a second of each other. The shrapnel flew forward.

OOC: FYI a Claymore is a type of mine that fires all shrapnel forward.

OOC: Of course its James Bond! :D

IC:
The Bar man swung the jeep the moment he saw the claymore, and just in time too. Shrapnel flew everywhere, splintering into the protective armour but not damaging the vehicle too badly. The Bar man was sure he felt one piece fly near his ear, but he wasn't certain.

"You ok?"

No response. Looking over, the bar man saw the piece of shrapnel lodged in the fat mexicans wind pipe. Without bothering to stop he opened the passenger door and kicked him out, being careful to pry the mexicans shotgun out of his hands.

He was going to have to make a detour, and immediatly he began to plan his route.....

OOC: I stated that I had multiple Claymores.

OOC: True, but I will leave my post unchanged.

Crowley, McDonald, Giang, and Lynch all ran to where they had hidden the ATVs. They each got on. Matt Crowley and Andrew McDonald were on one and Todd Giang and John Lynch on the other. They drove off after the Barman, following his tracks left in the sand.

Terry and her men were not even a mile away when the Bar blew up. Terry called into the base on her radio, "This is Terry. I need some ATVs. We can't stay with these two if we are on foot." "Copy that. They will be there in about five minutes," Dennis replied. Sure enough they were. Three ATVs hit the ground unscratched. The Spectors each got on one and drove off following the fading tracks in the sand.

The bar man was a mile from his location, yet he had a pursuit on his hands. Looking over his shoulder he could see the ATV's trying to gain on the jeep but failing.
I will deal with them
Tapping another button, two autoguns shot out of the side of the car, and rotated 180 degrees so they were aimed at the pursuers. Suddenly the air was full of the loud sound of autogun fire.......

OOC: I assume my character is the unconscious man thrown in the back of the jeep? (don't worry, I will reveal his name soon)

OOC: Yep. I may fire some adrenaline into you if Im desperate for help.

OOC: Amazonian beasts and Hayord could you wait till the agency relocates before hiring a wolf? We would need info one the target BTW. The bar has its own problems at the moment.


OOC: Certainly, just disregard my post for the moment.

OOC: Yep. I may fire some adrenaline into you if Im desperate for help.

OOC: Go ahead... he will perform quite well :P

McDonald pulled out his gun and aimed at the jeep's back right tire. He opend fire and made a direct hit. Crowley moved the ATV further right so the McDonald could repeat the process on the right front tire as well. McDonald took aim and fired once more. Again a direct hit. He turned around to look for Lycnh and Gaing and saw that they were no longer be hind them. They must have been hit, Damn It! he thought.

Despite all the commotion occurring around the jeep, the tranquilized man in the back 'slept' soundly through it all; not noticing or feeling anything that was happening.

The Jeep skidded for a second, but immediatly its tires reinflated. Deciding to wake up his sleeping friend, the bar man grabbed a adrenaline needle from his jacket pocket and rammed it forcefully into the mans arm. The man screamed before waking up.....
That should wake him up.

Another bullet struck the jeeps back wheel, and this time the jeep skidded out of control. Swearing, the bar man realised the Jeeps computer was malfunctioning for no apparent reason at all. Hitting the breaks, the bar man slowed down the Jeep before it crashed, and threw himself out of it. Lifting a Bazooka from the trunk, he sent a missile at the pursuers...

The man was rushed to consciousness as he was stuck in the arm with an adrenaline shot. A few blinks and his eyes opened wide, taking close observation of his surroundings. Realizing the vehicle was spinning out of control, his instincts kicked in...

One moment he was sitting in the back of the jeep... and the nexy moment he was gone; leaving only a cloud of black smoke behind and the smell of brimstone in the air.

Reappearing thirty feet away outside of the van...

The rocket hit the ground just in front of the two remaining Riders. Their ATV flipped up in the air and the handle bar came down on Crowleys leg. He was trapped beneath the ATV. McDonald was already on his feet with his assult rifle at the ready. He took aim at the bar man. "Put down your weapon," He called out.

-

Terry and the Spectors were gaining fast, they could tell because the tracks were now fresher. She saw a crashed ATV off in the distance. "Markus, John," She called out, "Help those boys out, I'm gonna keep going."

"What did you do..." the man wondered as he appeared next to the barman. "Made some new enemies perhaps?"

"Both of you, down on the ground now!" McDonald yelled when the man appeared nex to the Mexican.

Terry was just catching up. She could see three figures standing not to far away. She also saw an over turned ATV. Goddamnit Matt, what hvae you done now? she thought.

Maxine followed the men, to where ever it was they were leading her. Her bag slung over her shoulders.

OOC: The fat mexican is dead, the bar man is not mexican.

IC:
Just in Time
The Helicopter flew in low, releasing hell with two autoguns attached to either side of it, while at the same time dropping a rope ladder. With his opponent distracted, the Bar mans pistol blurred in his hands before sending 3 shots straight at Mcdonalds head and chest. After all, he was the best wolf of the lot......

OOC: The fat mexican is dead, the bar man is not mexican.

IC:
Just in Time
The Helicopter flew in low, releasing hell with two autoguns attached to either side of it, while at the same time dropping a rope ladder. With his opponent distracted, the Bar mans pistol blurred in his hands before sending 3 shots straight at the mans head and chest. After all, he was the best wolf of the lot......

OOC: My bad. Just slipped my mind.
OOC2: You should be descriptive when you are talking about "the man." Who are you talking about...? Do you mean my character?

OOC: True, I will edit it.

That was at least a little Godmoddish
>_>
<_<

OOC: He said at his head and chest... he never said they made contact or killed the man. There is no GM call to be made here.

Andrew heard the chopper come in. He dropped to the ground He felt a shot hit his. Crowley heard it too and reached for his tracking pistol. He took aim and fired a GPS tracking device at the chopper. He got it right in back. Terry who had just pulled out her assult rifle and opened fire on the chopper's cockpit.

OOC: I take back what I said. Good Point.

The Bullets reflected of the bullet proof windscreen, but It did make the pilot jerk backwards on the controls. Suddenly the helicopter was windmilling backwards rapidly, but the pilot was fighting to control it. This time his co-pilot sent a missile at the enemy, but it whipped over head due to the jerky action of the pilot.

Swearing the Bar man lunged for the ladder, and immediatly he felt the strong force whip threw his arm. Gritting his teeth, he took aim at the person firing at the cock pit and sent a few rounds his way. As the helicopter swung across the ground, the Bar man dropped his pistol and grabbed the new recruit. Immediatly the helicopter began to ascend as the pilot regained control, and as the Bar man pushed the recruit onto the ladder so he could grip on himself, he pulled out his other pistol and began to send accurate rounds at the enemy......

As soon as the barman gripped the man's hand, he was gone, leaving only a cloud of black smoke behind and the smell of brimstone in the air.

Suddenly he reappeared on the helicopter above the barman. Crouching down, he reached a hand over the edge and offered it to the barman.

OOC: The person who shot at the cockpit is a her not a him.

IC: Terry felt a bullet tear through her right shoulder. She cried out in pain and fell of the back of the ATV. McDonald realized that he had a chance to reach safety when the Helicopter pilot lost control and ran to hide be hind the crashed ATV. Once behind the ATV he kept a steady stream of fire conencentrated on the cockpit. He knew form training that there was no bullet proof glass, only bullet resistant. The other Two spectors along with Gaing and Lynch roared on their two ATVs over a dune. Todd and John opened fire on the cockpit as well.

"hello this is John Leary the commander of the desert base of the SRA, we reported an explosion is anyone hurt"

OOC: the SRA (Scottish Republican Army) has a command post in the desert, if you were wondering the SRA is an ally of the IRA. When they tried to liberate morthern island the SRA assisted in the attack unfortunatly they were exiled as well. The IRA's leader is close friends with the SRA's leader Denis Lawville

"anyone, I'm sending response team they will arrive in 5 minutes"

OOC: IRA! Stop posting every 8 minutes... it is called SPAM. Have some damn patience for others to post - they may not be on at the time. You will quickly get a bad reputation (and one as an annoying noob) if you continue like this.

OOC: IRA! Stop posting every 8 minutes... it is called SPAM. Have some damn patience for others to post - they may not be on at the time. You will quickly get a bad reputation (and one as an annoying noob) if you continue like this.

OOC: Pardon him, he's a friend of mine and a newb, I was trying to piont out some ways for him to improve his original post and he kept posting new messages instead of editing the first one.

OOC: i am sorry but i am not removing my men ok now can we get back to the rp

OOC: i am sorry but i am not removing my men ok now can we get back to the rp

OOC: Patience! Not everyone is going to be on when you are and you are going to have to learn to post and then wait for somebody else... especially the thread creator. It can take hours and even days; the sooner you learn that the better.

He's right andrew, be patient. And remeber to capitalize the first letter of each sentence!

OOC: You guys are really whiney.

OOC: And you don't understand how to RP. Now quit spamming and baiting.

OOC: i only posted fricken 5 things jeez

Andrew, I suggest that you shut up and be patient. Otherwise your posts will end up being ignored.

oh and drexelhillsville told me to post that one with the perimeter

I told you that it was worthy to be posted.

sorry lost my temper

sorry lost my temper

OOC: JUST STOP! Every time you hit the damn submit button with one of your "quips", you spam the thread and clog it for more intelligent and prevelent posts. Your "five" posts has now turned into 10... all but the first one was needless.

OOC: JUST STOP! Every time you hit the damn submit button with one of your "quips", you spam the thread and clog it for more intelligent and prevelent posts. Your "five" posts has now turned into 10... all but the first one was needless.

OOC:ok i am sory now lets get back to the

OOC: Okaaaaaaaaay I dont know what all this OOC malarky is about, but I would appreciate if you deleted it. As for SRA being aware of the conflict, well I find that hard to believe. Setting up a perimeter when the conflicts been going on for 5 minutes roughly (NS time). I know your new, but I gotta ignore ya.

IC:
Grabbing the recruits hand, the Bar man felt himself dragged into the helicopter. Looking the new recruit in the eye, he spoke:
"You will be a worthy Wolf."

At the same time the enemy fire finally cracked the glass, a bullet piercing the Co-pilots skull. However the Pilot ignored the brains splattering across his face, instead lifting the helicopter higher and higher till it was out of range.....

OOC:I wouldnt have done the post if drexel hillsville didnt tell me to

((OOC:Can we also get some motion going on with my character? I can't really do much until then. And IRA, DHVille claimed he didn't tell you to, he just said he thought it was a good post. Now quit with all the OOC posts, cause the more you do, the less in favor of everyone here your making yourself.))

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"Heh... thanks," the man replied as they settled into the helicopter. "I don't think we have been formally introduced yet," he said.

However as he spoke he began pulling off his heavy jacket and then amazingly began tearing away what had been his face. Another moment later after a voice changer had been removed, "He" had become a "She."

She (http://www.teamtao.com/neko/src/1132927143818%2ejpg) smiled as she reached out a feminine hand, "Nightcat."

"Heh... thanks," the man replied as they settled into the helicopter. "I don't think we have been formally introduced yet," he said.

However as he spoke he began pulling off his heavy jacket and then amazingly began tearing away what had been his face. Another moment later after a voice changer had been removed, "He" had become a "She."

She (http://www.teamtao.com/neko/src/1132927143818%2ejpg) smiled as she reached out a feminine hand, "Nightcat."

What is your problem you need to lighten up ok you spaz out at me well the only reason for that is because your a giant dushbag

oh and here is the convo between me and DHV

bontakun547 (4:11:39 PM): The response team arrives with ten well trained men, they quickly set up a perimeter and kept there weapons at the ready. The team didnt know who was "good or bad".they kept a constant watch on the helicopter with rocket launchers and ground units with assault rifles. they wanted to know what was going on using force or not
Eaglesfan666666 (4:12:00 PM): meh
Eaglesfan666666 (4:12:04 PM): post it
bontakun547 (4:12:10 PM): meh?

What is your problem you need to lighten up ok you spaz out at me well the only reason for that is because your a giant dushbag

OOC: And yet you continue to flame and spam.

OOC: just to annoy you my friend

The men kept firing at the chopper even as it flew out of range. When they decided that it was to late they stopped firing and waited as Andrew called into base, "The siblings are injured, all else fine. Requesting a helicopter transport, copy." Dennis came on on the other end, "They are on their way now. What are you guys gonna do?" "We'll head back to the CFADH. We'll get you a tracker for the GPS that we got onto the chopper though," McDonald replied.

Within ten minutes the Spectors and Riders were on their way back to their respecive bases. Dennis had just received the code for tracking the chopper and was watching his computer screen as a green dot moved over a large body of water.

[bump for Topal/Frozopia. Two days without a post from you...]

bump

He'll get to it when he gets to it, now quit bumping it. I was talking to him, and he told me that he wanted to take a little RP break for a couple of days, now just let him get back.

OOC:
Well I am back. I was having a break cos I am ill, and I still am. Dont expect rapid response at the moment. Do you mind (and this goes for both DMG and nation of fortune) if we fast track the interrogation and go straight into a couple of missions? Maybe a joint one. I will make a good target. Im assuming neither of these two agents are double agents.

IC:
The Bar man did not act the least bit surprised, instead nodding.
"I am the Bar man."

Turning to the pilot he called:
"How long you going to be?"
"Few hours. Could do with a co-pilot here."
"Ok."
Walking into the front cockpit, he threw the dead man's body aside and settled into the still bloody seat. As the helicopter flew over the sea, he sat staring into the horizon......

Meanwhile On the Island
The female recruit had passed through the interrogation and the skills/training test. Soon she would be ready for her first mission. As she stood in a dark room, she heard the booming voice of an unknown man.

"You are now a Wolf, a contract which you will serve for 20 years or till your death. What shall we name you little wolf?"

Elsewhere
A dingy little cafe in the middle of nowhere, run by people who thought cars were flashy and still called outsiders "Townies". They knew nothing of the wolves, except maybe that it was a brand of tissue paper used in their toilets. Sometimes reall weird Townies wrote stuff on the tissue paper. Didnt even use it, just flushed it. Weirdo's.......

OOC:

I'm assuming that the cafe is the new place to find a contact

IC:

Mike George walked into the cafe. He was wearing the skins of his latest prey, a wolf. He approached a man his contact had told him about. "I know how to hunt a wolf, but how do I become one?" He asked.

OOC: Fine with me.

IC:

"Wake me when we get wherever we are heading," Nightcat called up from the back. She found a comfortable position and laid her down, falling asleep quickly...

((OOC: I actually kinda wanted to those parts, but if you really wanna skip them.))

OOC: Either is good to me; though if some of the new recruits are going to be working together on these missions, it would be best to allow them to get to know each other and their style.

IC:

Only a few times during the trip did Nightcat wake up to see the large blue ocean beneath them. After each time she simply nodded off to sleep...

OOC: There is no-one in the cafe except standard people.....

IC:
The old man sipping his coffee stared at the "Townie" and muttered:
"Weirdo." When the man turned around, the old man grinned.
"You wanna coffee boy? I didnt know there were any wolves around here, and I dont think you can become one." The old man frowned. Become a wolf? That didn't make no sense at all.......

The Island
The Helicopter touched down, and hours later after intensive interrogation and testing the new recruit was stated as acceptable. Soon the two female recruits would both be ready for their first mission:

Darkness.

Night cat was glad that she had made the wolves, though she compltely expected she would with her 'unqiue ability'.

In the darkness of the night, she crept around the stronghold in search of someone of someone to ask what her first mission would be...

'Feck you, Joel, Feck you!' Mike thought as he walked out of the small cafe slightly embaressed. 'I will find the wolves and and join them if its the last thing I do.'

The Bar man watched her creep along the corridor, and allowed himself a smile. She was a natural. Stepping into the open, he levelled his gun.

"What can I do you for?"

Not even paying attention to the gun, Nightcat asked, "I was wondering if I have a mission to go on soon?"

"Soon, soon. You will pass have to pass a training mission first. Should you fail that, you die. After that you will be acceptable to the wolves. In the morning we will tell you more."

"Ha... failure," she laughed at the word and the notion of her failing a mission; it was an alien word; one not in her vocabulary.

"Fine," she said turning around and heading back to her room for the night...

Maxine Listened to the voice prompting her about a name. She remained quiet, in contemplation. She had kept quiet when they interrogated her, when they moved on to torture she only laughed. If they hadn't restrained her she would have stabbed herself for shits and giggles. The skills tests were simple for her, in her twenty three years of life she had spent the first fifteen training in situations many times harder than this, the rest of her life was spent on a battlefield. The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune thought they had lost her in a battle zone.

"Aedammair," she said breaking the silence

Dennis was pleased with the news. "Sir, satilites have picked up the tracking device that the Riders placed on the Wolves' chopper," McLean said. "Where is it?" Crowley demended. "On an island about thirty kilometers of the coast of Topal." "Send out the Spectors and three flying columns. I want those bastards dead by sunrise!" Dennis said. "Sir Yes Sir!"

Nightcat didn't really feel like sleeping now as she had done so most of the helicopter ride over, and besides, nighttime was her favorite time of the day. She wandered the halls until she found an exit to the outside, where she proceeded to walk.

After reaching the outside, she turned around and looked up. A split second later and she had appeared on top of the base, leaving only the smell of brimstone in the air and black smoke behind. She sat on top simply staring at the stars and relaxing the night away...

"Gather the two recruits. It is time for their training mission." Spoke a cloaked figure, sitting behind a screen. In the darkness, the bar man could not see who he was.

The barman went to their rooms. It was mission time.

Nightcat had still not returned her room, finding the outdoors above the base much more comfortable and familiar....

The Bar man slammed on the door.
"Wake up! Wake-" And the door opened.

"This way! Your training mission will begin soon. First you must talk to Rex."

Turning around without bothering to check if she was following, he headed down the corridor....

((OOC: Is that directed at me?))

((OOC: Is that directed at me?))

((OOC: You're right. It is actually quite hard to determine from the post. There is an argument that it is directed towards me, one that it is directed towards you, and another that is towards both of us. In the end, I think if you responded with it being your character, it wouldn't hurt the RP or fluidness at all.))

[bump]

OOC:
I apologise. Sometimes I rush my posts and put little thought in. The door is Nation of Fortune's characters room.

IC:

A non-descript man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans walked upto the night-cats room and began to bang on the door.

"Wake up! Wake up now!"

But no one was inside. Swearing softly, the man began to search the corridors for the woman.....

Nightcat had fallen asleep in the cool night's air, atop the base where she lay in the moonlight.

Maxine had already been awake and dressed. She followed him with ease, carrying her FAMAS by the grip.

OOC: I have a good idea for an RP. Your characters are dropped in a empty area of Frozopia (e.g. Frozen landscapes, completely unarmed. You have to kill each other, the winner gets a wolf contract.

IC:
"On the roof?" The man hated talking to the technicians, but it had to be done.

"Yeah found her on camera 168B."

"Ok activate the mircrophone."

"Righty then." Hitting a button, the technician pushed the microphone over to the man.

"Night Cat. Return to the main hall. Immediatly."

Elsewhere the barman lead the women to the mainhall, and awaited the arrival of the other potential wolf.

OOC: Um... that cretainly is an interesting idea. Though, not my favorite and ICly doesn't make sense as both character are more than capable of being top quality assassins.

IC:

Nightcat stirred as she her the voice blasting in her ear...or at least it seemed like that with her sensitive hearing.

Standing up on the roof, she brushed the sleep out of her eyes and soon she was fully aware again. She disappeared, leaving only black smoke and the smell of brimstone in the air.

The next moment she reappeared in the main hall, "What?"

OOC: Bah. Ok.

IC:

In the hall the Bar man watched the woman appear, totally unsurprised. Finally the two recruits were ready for the training mission, and luckily the wolves agency had been saving a couple of targets for them.

"Before you obtain a wolves contract you must pass a test mission. You will each be given a target, and then a week to kill them. Failure will remove any chance of joining the wolves."

In the bar man's hands were two files.

"We will give you limited weapons but unlimited transport. I hope you are ready."

Nightcat reached over to take one of the files from the barman.

"Guns aren't my style anyway," she purred; it was true, she barely even knew how to handle a gun, but when it came to anything with a blade she was a master.

Maxine shook her head at the way this newcomer entered the room.

"Why show everyone your best tricks, having an ace up your sleeve always allows you to operate better," she thought to herself.

She silently took the file, and held it closed in one hand, waiting for an order to open it. Her FAMAS rested in the other, and her wolf at her side, taking in the smell of this new person, coming familiar with it if something needed to be done.

OOC: I will start two new threads soon, but after my holiday. Thats right guys im going away for a week on saturday, it will be better to start after then. That ok?

OOC: I will start two new threads soon, but after my holiday. Thats right guys im going away for a week on saturday, it will be better to start after then. That ok?

OOC: Fine with me. I assume this thread will no longer be active?

OOC: Yeh It will be closed for a week, unless you guys want to continue RPing a couple of days.....

OOC: Yeh It will be closed for a week, unless you guys want to continue RPing a couple of days.....

OOC: Not really. And by no longer active, I meant that because we (NoF and I) are the only [truly] active Wolf applicants in the thread, now that our characters are moving on to new threads, there won't be anybody posting or needing to post here.

OOC: Well if you look at my last post I was preping for an attck on the island...

OOC: Well if you look at my last post I was preping for an attck on the island...

OOC: True, true. Though how long are you going to wait?

Ummm.... Well I've been a little busy lately but I was planning on posting it tonight.
>_>
<_<

Ummm.... Well I've been a little busy lately but I was planning on posting it tonight.
>_>
<_<

And a day later...
>_>
<_<

(Frozopia is leaving Saturday... so... yeh.)

OOC: Gah! Damn writers block! I guess I'll just wait for him to come back.

"One week?" Nightcat repeated. "Done."

Still holding the folder in her hand, she disappeared into the in air, leaving only a cloud of black smoke behind and the smell of brimstone in the air.

Reappearing outside the base, she stepped onto a helicopter and bid the pilot to take her to the mainland. The pilot complied and the chopper began ascending into the air with Nightcat sitting leisurely in the back, reviewing the contents of the folder.

I guess this would be the best place to post it.....

I am looking for a hit. On Colderon Zion, He is the CEO of Raven corps, and he needs to die.

Please give me an amount so we may pay.