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Havek Tal is a nuisance. The company he works for-Curare Defence Technologies-occasionally finds him a loose cannon. He's been nearly let go four times, for his "knight-errant foolishness," as it's been called. His age-nearly sixty years old!-and corporate position would make it seem impossible. But still, he's known for the backing of idealistic causes others wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

Tal is a sales specialist: he seeks out and retains customers. This is the reason he hasn't (yet) been fired: the man can predict the outbreak of hostilities-especially civil-with an uncanny ability. His network of contacts is incredible. Half the romantic freedom fighters and starry eyed secessionsts in the world have heard his name.

Most recently, he closed the delivery of military chemical agents to the Naveiran rebels in Mondoth. It was that country he was currently just returning from.

Tal stood by the baggage claim at the airport in Two-Crossing-Rivers. (While high in the company, he didn't quite have the salary to hire servants for everything.) He leaned on his walking stick, looking at happily at the tropical blue sky through the window. While travel was exciting-more exciting than usual when being smuggled into the country by a resistance movement-home has a special appeal.

His slim bag finally came along, he leaned in grab at it (and missed. Damn his slow back...) A young lady kindly leaned over to intercept it. She handed it to him. He smiled and made a little half-bow in thanks. Throwing it over his shoulder, he stumped off to the parking lot for his car.

(Tag for Later IC post)

Jemey had been in Mahria for over a year. The SFC sent him into the country shortly after the unidentifed transport was spotted over Peoplesfreedom territory. At first they didn't think mahria was involved at all but when Jemey saw them halling Nathen away, everything changed. Now he was spying on Tal (if you can really call it spying considering all his doing is annoucing the arrival of this guy.) He was seting on a bench pretending to read the newspaper in front of him when he observed Tal's arrival back to Mahria. He was wired with a practicaly invisible earpiece and radio set. He said "the traveler has arrived home." Half a world away the SFC(Special Forces Command) H.Q recieved Jemey's message and responded "roger, confirmed traveler arrival. Begin second stage." Responding Jemey said "roger starting second stage over and out." Jemey folded up his newspaper and put it in his briefcase. he then headed to the parking lot staying well behind Tal so he couldn't see him (like Tal would see him anyway with all these people walking around.)

"This is Mondothian Civil Defense, please open the door"

an elderly woman shouted back from inside-

"I won't open this door unless you have a warrant! I know my rights, you come barging in trying to intimate an old woman, no warrant, no entry!"

"Ma'am, I apologize, but you are int he Naveiran enforcement zone and are suspected of harbouring Seperatist rebels. Under law we are not required to obtain a warrant to search the premises."

The door slowly opened.

"Thats rubbish and you know it." Was what the old woman started to say, but she only got as far as 'rubbish' before the door was shoved fully open and she was shoved aside as four uniformed soldiers burst into the house. They quickly scoured every room before storming into the basement where surplus G-11s were stacked against one wall and several men were clustered around a computer.

"Freeze, you are all under arrest for conspiring against the Government."

Quickly, the man at the computer hit a few key srokes and the screen went blank.

Within an hour, the whole building was under tight security. the men, members of a Naveiran Seperatist Movement cell were locked in the local jail while the computer was being shipped to a data recovery expert for decryption and analysis of its contents.

Kara walked down the long Ale of the aircraft; and down the corridors he 'blonde' hair was swaying behind her in long curls, her tight white slacks and red stripped top clung to her while she sucked on some gum. She walked like a kind of movie star past people; all part of the cover. The flight had been terrible she had been stuck next to some old woman who liked to TALK and all she wanted to do was sleep; course she couldn't just yell at the woman and draw attention to herself.

She knew her bag would get through customs without a problem after all her weapons were in a lead lined secret compartment in he bags and Alice was to bring the heavy equipment in by fishing boat she walked up to the customs clerk still chewing her gum

"Can you take off your glasses please ma'am" he said.

Kara Complied; taking off her darkened glasses and handing over her passport; one of many passports "so Miss Ellis, business or pleasure?" he asked.

"Just a little sight seeing sweetie, I'm an actress with some time off" she said simply.

"Ok then, enjoy your time in our country, I suggest the bus tour if your looking for sights" he said with a smile as he stamped her passport; obviously having an immediate crush on her. She quickly thanked him and moved on

She collected her bags and moved outside; heading for the public toilet she went into one of the cubicles and locked the door placing her suitcase on the toilet seat and opening it. She quickly stripped down to her underwear and folded the cloths into the case while taking off the blond wig and placing it carefully in the bag. Putting on a fresh pair of black trousers; a powder blue shirt and a leather jacket that hard a 'howling wolf' picture on the back. She looked in the mirror her hair was dark now and short this was the real her she smiled to herself as she put on a short read haired wig and adjusted it to fall right.

She smiled as she changed contacts from blue to green; quickly holstering a five7 at the small of her back she exited the toilet a completely different person to the one she had entered the country as heading for a hotel to book into and wait for Alice…

Meanwhile as Jemey was following Tal the Wardog team was geting ready to move into Mahria. Each of them went through a transformtion turning into completely different people then they were. Wigs, contacts to change eye color the works. All of there equipment was small enough to fit in baggage so they didn't have to worry about using a sailboat. The plan was to have each person enter the country from a different airport, with a different passport and really anything different so no connection could be made between each man. It was a four man team with a weapons expert, sniper, explosive's expert and an expert spy which is Jemey. The rest would meet up with him once he postively ID's where Tal is going to be staying.

Tal lowered himself-stiffly-into his car. Just that damn long plane ride, he reassured himself. He got to prove a moment later that (while he may be stiffening) his reflexes were still fine. As he backed out and set out for the exit, some idiot rocketed out of their parking space without signalling.

He leaned on the horn and yelled at the moron who'd almost hit him. "Y'got mirrors for a reason!" Slower reflexes-or a less responsive car-would have smashed a fender or worse. Grumbling, he headed home.

An hour and half stood between him and his house. Still, he could think of plenty of worse places to spend it than in one of his few luxuries: a new-model domestic sportscar. The bright blue paint and low to the road design had always appealed to him. It was easy to pick out, sure, but with the speeds it could make... by hell, it had better be.

His house was on the outskirts of Three-Crossing-Rivers, Mahria's federal capital and biggest city. It was a nice affair, but not palatial. He liked it, lots of room, airy, nice big garden. It was surrounded by similar houses of the reasonably rich. (The money-dripping elite had seaside property, but Tals place sat on faced towards the jungle-carpeted Mount Tlaxkal. He considered it the one of the finest views on the islands.)

The gate he drove through was of middling thickness. The wall around his property was a single story tall, so the balconies (a good distance away could still look over them and see.) Tal nodded to the young man on the gate. He was a good kid, an old friends nephew.

The young man had a pair of coworkers and a boss around somewhere. Tal didn't pay much attention to it all. The leader had run security for a few factories and a small museum, so he was more than capable.

Tal was worried about some shmuck trying to break into his house (like anybody with a nice place ought to be) but wasn't anything near paranoid. (Some said he was even cocky.) Not like some of his neighbours! One had search lights, by all the Gods and Spirits!

One nuisance had broken in a few years back, made off with some electronics. Tal had had broken glass stuck on the top of his wall. The glass was low enough to be hard to see-but certainly easy to feel, if you put your hand on it! That, and a regular commercial alarm system on the house itself was more than enough for Tal to rest easy.

Kara sat waiting in the car just past the beach; she had rented a hotel room and the car in a different name to go with her current 'look' it was midnight and the headlights were out. It was almost pitch black and she could hardly see but this place was secluded enough her five seveN tucked away as she waited…

A small fishing boat; no different than any other was heading past at a distance; "Hey Alice, you be careful now," said the man in a Caribbean accent

"Don't worry Reggie; I'll be fine" she said pulling off a plank of wood and laying several waterproof bags into it before going down below herself. She was dressed in full black scuba gear placing the plank of wood back in place the bottom of the boat opened up and she floated out under the water.

She slowly swam to the beach towing the waterproof bags behind her it took her 40 minutes to reach the beach and found Kara waiting in the car as they loaded her bags into suit cases and headed back to the hotel room

The motel was run down and everything you'd expect from a Hitchcock movie; as they pulled up and unloaded the suitcases into the room; locking the door and closing all the curtains. When they were sure they were alone they slowly started to unpack the waterproof bags.

"roll call time" Kara said off hand

"My favourite part" Alice said with a smirk.

"Only because it makes you wet" Kara said with a light-hearted laugh as they slowly laid out all the equipment out on the bed.

"Two DE 50 Cals, four P228's, two P90's, one XM1014, one SG-550, two Mp5's 10lbs of C4, 5 15 detonators and 12 Frag Grenades, 30 magazines, 3 boxes of shotgun shells" she said pointing to all the weaponry.

"Jesus Alice…you brought a small arsenal, what happened to low profile? We're not going to blow up his house" Kara said off hand as Alice got a glint in her eye.

"They have a wicked black market here, I took the liberty of having Reggie use his contacts to get us some ATR's and a Steyr 15.2 mm IWS 2000 Anti-Materiel Rifle (AMR)", Alice replied blushing; "We can pick them up tomorrow"

Kara sighed

OOC: I'm actually leaving the country for a week. If y'all don't mind, I'll hire Animaria's people first and then send my people in when I get back.

"Sir, we've had some progress on the computer that was brought in a couple of days ago. It looks like the seps were doing deals for chemical weapons with Curare Defence Tech out of Mahria. Data ont he company, correlated with what we got fromt he computer, indicates one Havek Tal as the probable source of the deal. Apparently he's a bit of a loose cannon with a penchant for arms deals with revolutionaries."

"So... we'd be doing them a favor to get rid of 'em eh? Hire someone to do it, make sure you take all the necesary precautions, we don't want any blood on our hands. And when its over, well... you know what to do."

"Yes sir, I've actually got some info on a group thats already in country."

"Good, any idea how you're going to contact them?"

"I was thinking I'd get one of the local intel boy's to pull a rogue op, frame one of the local groups."

"Sounds good, make it happen."

"Ye-sir."

"Alright men here's are target." a picture of Tal came up on the video screen. "His name is Havek Tal. He works with Curare Defense tech which develops various weapons for Mahria's military. Recently his been snooping into other peoples business selling various weapons to several rebel and other groups like chemical weapons, firearms things like. In are area of concern were worrying about his recent geting hold of are FFW gear. Curare assigned him with the job of trying to backward engineer the gear so they can mass produce this deadly suit for there military. Your mission is to inflatirate Mahria, Kill Tal without anybody figuring out it was us, rescue Nathen if his still alive and destroy any evidence of FFW. Gentleman you have a green light get going. The team sattled up and started the black op. Each man boarded different planes heading for Mahria. They would all meet up once they arrive. the team were all from the jungle op in peoplesfreedom except Jemey of course. This included Gabe, Alex who say Nathen get draged away by the Mahrians and (I think Allen? this could possibly change once I check it out in the other thread.)

Jemey:
He'd followed Tal all the way to his house being very careful not to look suspicise. It wasn't hard to follow Tal with his rare blue colored sports car. when he was in the parking lot it scared the crap out of him when Tal almost hit another car. Jemey hoped that it didn't put him on his toes but from the way he acted back to his house he didn't think so. It was a beautiful house overlooking a jungle and a mountain. He took several pictures of the house from as many angles as possible. The camera didn't have a flash and was crystal clear even from far away. He wrote down the address and noted any security systems, ways in the house among other things. He stayed a good distance away from the house and didn't stay long so suspision would be keep to a bare minimum. He relayed all of the info to the SFC for analysis. Sat's started monitoring the house and took several pictures. They needed all the intel they could get on the house so a good plan could be made to inflitrate it.

OOC: what's the usual means of getting intel on a house, anyways? I'll describe it a bit, but we need to find a way for the Ustians to "discover" this information.


Tal clicked the garage door button hanging off his cars mirror-smiling a little at the luxuries he hadn't grown up around. It opened and he parked cautiously. The garage door was a heavy affair, as was the other main entrance in front. The back door to the garden was just a wire screen leading out to the nicer garden, however.

Havek called to the kitchen, "Rhek? You there?" The man-a native Mahrian like himself-failed to shout back. A cook was the only full-time servant Tal hired (he was an awful cook himself.) With only silence to greet him, he shrugged and wandered into the kitchen himself. He threw together a sandwitch (which stretched the limits of his culinary prowess) and sat down to eat, looking idly out the window.

Finished, he clumped up the stairs to-oh, Gods be praised!-a shower. His bedroom and study dominated the upper floor. With no intention of using the latter, he dripped his way to the former. He saw a blinking light on his phone as he passed the office door, and sighed. Messages, messages, messages. The bane of modern life...

Most were fairly routine... until one came in an unfamiliar voice. "I hear Tlaxkal is lovely this time of year. Pity you have to leave it so often." Tal's eyes went wide. He'd had limited contact with Mahrian Intelligence, and that was the recognition signal they'd agreed on. "We have a business proposition for your company. Respond to this number within the week." What Ustian espionage had long known, now Tal himself knew. He was being called on for a project that others would dismiss as science fiction...

Allen was disguised as a musician because of the size of his sniper rifle. The rifle was inside a long claranet box just big enough for a claranet, the lead box and the rifle. He had a nice flight, not to long. At baggage check he calmly placed it in the scanner and looked at the X-ray picture out of the corner of his eye. He had a smeark on his face when it showed a claranet picture. One of them walked towards him and said "passport please." Allen grabed the passport out of his pocket and handed it to him. He quickly searched through it and handed it back. then he asked "Business or pleasure sir." Allen responded "pleasure." After the security check he caught a cab to the hotel the team was going to meet at.

Meanwhile...
The rest of the team started arriving throughout Mahria. Alex Had most of the gear which was in a couple roller bags. Everyone knew where to go. In a couple hours the team would be togther and they would then start the Black Op.
(OCC:maybe I could subdo Rhek and have one of us on the team replace him. We could say Rhek was sick and he was filling in for him.)

OCC: Well no one has posted for awhile. I might as well.

Hotel:
Before anybody went into the hotel they took off there wigs and changed close.The hotel was rather nice. Wasn't the fancyist hotel ever but pretty nice. The team all meet up in Allen's room. They unloaded there gear and went through there usual inspection's. The weapons included the M40A3 sniper rifle, UMI-32's, Springfield M913 pistols, lots of C4, SGP pistols and MK-2000 modular weapon's for covert ops, machine gun and SMG version's of the XM8 and various other weapons and gear like night vision, body armor and something special, the covert op version of the FFW gear. It was a small arsneal of weapons of the highest quality all thanks to UMI (Ustian Military Industrys.) Jemey passed out photos of Tal's house and said "This house has a basic security system that you would find anywhere in Ustia. The wall is only a story high so geting over it wont be a problem but watch out for the glass he placed on top of the wall. Can't see it very well but it hurts like a bitch." Jemey started rubbing his finger with the bandage on. Gabe raised his hand and Jemey pointed to him and said "your question?" Gabe asked "Yes um considering this guy is pretty well off doesn't he have some type of butler or helper?" Jemey answered "Yes he has a cook named Rhek. SFC searched all of his files looking for something like that." he passed out a profile of Rhek and everbody looked at it while Jemey continued his briefing.

Tal's reply to the mysterious phone call netted him a date, time, and a street intersection. (Along with the advice, "And leave that damn noisy sportscar behind...") He'd been hustled into a car, submitted to blindfolding, and then had been shown some nice pieces of technology.

The captured "FFW" (future force warrior) gear was certainly impressive. Not just the technology itself, but the ways in which it had been combined. That was what had stymied the technicians brought in by Mahrian Intelligence. Tal just had to sell his board on the merits of FFW, and Curare's best would get their hands on some shiny new toys.

He had no issues with the conditions imposed by the government, either. Curare would receive the technology, reverse-engineer it to build copies, and approve any sales with the government. Havek even saw why they'd called on him: he was much less hidebound than the regular Board members. The stuff seemed plausible to him, where others might have dismissed it.

No, Tal had no trouble with the conditions. What did bother him was that he didn't know anything. He hadn't been told where it came from, or how it had been obtained. The grim looking Mahrian agent had offered transcripts from "discussions" with a "former user." Tal had the feeling that the "former user" hadn't had much choice in "discussing" or not. He also wondered what the "former owner's" country of origin thought about all this...

"So who's the guy were here to off?" Alice asked finally her curiosity getting the better of her she'd been having a nice vacation when she'd been called out. She slid down into the comfy car seat as it moved through the streets.

Kara eyed her and smiled handing her a small off yellow coloured file and motioned Alice to open it, which she did.

"Havek Tal", Kara said narrating the files info"; "Head of Curare Defence Technologies 'special' projects and board member" she said as Alice flipped through the file reading over the mans background. Looking over a map of the area, photographs of his home, car, work colleagues, servants and the of course the man himself.

"So why are we offing him?" Alice asked.

"We just do what the client wants and we don't ask why, that’s the rule remember", Kara explained.

"I thought the rules was no kids?" Alice said.

"That too" she replied; "We're here", Kara said pointing to the small sign

The car pulled up outside what looked like an abandoned building and the two went in to find a small pudgy gentleman almost balled and dressed in a loos fitting white shirt and suit (ooc: Think Danny Divito).

"So Ladies; I understand you’re the wonderful people I'm doing business with today" he said.

"Yes" Kara replied coolly; "I believe we have enough for what you're offering" she added opening a case and showing it filled with money.

"I believe that will do nicely; what about a personal bonus" he replied with a smile running his eyes all over her.

"I can put a bullet into the head of a nickel at 2500 meters with a Springfield sniper rifle; will that do?" Kara said with a grim smile.

"Err…I…here's your stuff ladies" he said nervously pointing to several suitcases; "One Long range 15.5mm Anti-Material Rifle with a range of 2800 meters, two anti tank rocket launchers, and 6 rockets, I think you'll find they all meet your specifications" he said running a hankichief over his forehead.

The two picked up their cases and loaded them into the car without a word and left; they now had places to be…

"anyways the only way I see us geting in there is pretending to be his cook." Alex stood up and said "wait a minute that's not a good idea. he'll see one of us and know who we are. Also we don't look like Mahrians and that well even add to the susipcion." Jemey answered "well then say I don't know you were born in a different country and immigranted to here when you were young." Alex responded "even if he buys that how do we get red of Rhek? and don't say kill him." He answered "no no no, I say we inject him with a diesase that will make him sick for a week or two. That'll be plenty of time to complete are mission." Alex responded "you have something like that?" Jemey smiled and answered "oh yes very much indeed." Alex said to him "well then in that case get to it!"

"Danny" as he was jokingly known (after his resemblance to De Vito, the actor) was a fairly small fish in the Mahrian smuggling community. His sales to the two oddly fierce young ladies had reduced his supply of rockets badly... but that was no big hardship. He'd picked them up quite some time ago, and had found them hard to shift. Danny had had no idea just how illegal the rockets had been.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, then, when the second person in a week to ask for rockets was an undercover government agent.

That was how Danny found himself in a jail cell. It was also how he'd been tailed to his warehouse, and how the remainder of his stock had been seized. In short, Danny was having a bad day. Also, he hadn't gotten rid of the special padded crates the rockets he'd sold had come in. So now his customers, his supplier and (worst of all) his self were all of interest to the authorities.

The description forced out of him had been vague enough, maybe they had a chance. He was actually glad they were still loose-he had no desire to be blamed by those two for attracting police attention to them...

The SFC had tracked down were Rhek lived. It was a nice home, pretty good size. Alex had driven Jemey to an area about a few house's down from Rhek's house and then dropped him off. He had a complete covert op FFW suit. The only few difference's between the original and that one is that the CO version has a vision sight attached to the helmet with night,thermal and EMF vision. Other noticable difference's include the entire suit being black, a camera on the lower arm used with sticky cam's, the suit being more tight on the body and other minor things to make the suit more quiet (think Splinter Cell). Jemey very quietly made his way to the house. The bedroom was on the top floor with a window facing the backyard. He needed to get on the roof so he flung his rope on top of the roof hopeing it would get caught on something. When he was pulling it back the rope snagged on something. Jemey pulled it down a couple of time's to make sure it was secure and then started climbing. he was lucky it was pitch black outside and no one was walking around or he would of been seen in an instant. After making it up he pulled the rope up and then lowered it over the wall facing the backyard and right next to the window. The rope was attached to the brick chemny and when Jemey say that he smiled a bit. Ever so slowly he lowered himself down the rope and then just hanged there facing the window. Rhek was fast asleep in his bed. Jemey switched to EMF so he could see if any alarms were on the window. He didn't see any so he went to work picking the lock. It was a little tough considering he was hanging in mid air. Finally he got it opened. he swinged himself close enough so he could get his feet planted inside the house. Once he did that he unhocked himself from the rope and then quietly made his way to the bed. Rhek was shuffling a little in his sleep when Jemey finally got close. he froze but then Rhek stopped. Jemey opened the box containing the syringe with the diesase. He carefully took it out, checked to see if it was working and then injected him with the diesase. Rhek flinched a little when the syringe penterated his skin but didn't wake up. Jemey didn't know what the diesase was but the SFC told him that it would keep the victim sick for at least a week and a half. Jemey quickly got out of there puting the syringe back in the box, closing the window, repling down the side of the house, gathering up the rope and then meeting back up with Alex to return to the hotel.

Meanwhile...
Allen taped into Tals and Rheks phone lines recording anything said and also listening in. The team figured it might help them out with finding out where Nathen and the suit is. Right now there waiting for Rhek to call Tal and tell him that his sick and that someones going to have to fell in for him.

Rhek started awake, groggily. Something sure as hell wasn’t right. He’d half-heard someone moving around, and he lived alone. He stood up, slowly, glared around his dark room. It took him a tense half hour to determine his house was empty.

It was only then that he called the police. The forensic squad left grumbling-“Unless you’ve got a goddamn commando after you, there was nobody in this place.” Rhek still left a hammer on his bedside table-he was damn sure somebody had been there…

The next day, he woke up in terrible shape. The poor night’s sleep couldn’t have helped. His head was killing him, he was dizzy, he spent half the morning slung over the toilet, to. Tal was quite understanding-“I’m half your age, kid! If it lays you out, I don’t want it within a half mile of me. Sleep it off, I’m sure I can find somebody for a few days.”

At his listening post, the Ustian Allen grinned.

At his listening post, the Ustian Allen grinned.
Grinning Allen walked over and informed the group of the success of the diesase. "Guess SFC's little germ worked after all" said Allen whiled pating Jemey on the back. The group then went to the business of who will be Tal's chef for at least a week and a half and how they were going to be Higherd by Tal. Jemey started off saying "well then to start off who's the best chef here?" "never cooked in my life" commented Allen. "Alright then what about you guys?" pointing at Gabe and Alex. They both shook there heads no. Jemey sighed and said "fine fine, I guess I should tell you guys I'm a great cook. Was actually thinking about becoming one in college until I decided to take the rought of espionage." Everyone staired at him when he said that and it got eralier quiet in the room. Jemey continued "Um... anyways if I'm going to be Tal's Little private chef how are we going to get in contact without revealing anything?" Everyone sat there thinking and thinking of a way. Gabe said to the group "how about an add in the paper or something?"
Jemey responded "could work, anything else?"

OOC: Have returned, but I'm on some wicked jet-lag (18 hours crossing the meridian==:( )
will have IC post tomorrow

"His chef is sick... So what, people get sick."

"It would be a good cover for an asassin..."

"You think those two we hired did it? From what limited intel we have. they hardly seem like the kind of people with access to diseases, it's almost certainly a coincidence."

"If you say so. In any case, I'm having second thoughts about those two."

"Why? Their creds are good, our agent in country seemed to think they were competent enough."

"I just think we should keep it more in house, if your hired kilers get wind that the client is a government instead of a terror org, we could have some major problems."

"So what would you suggest, we've already hired them, it's not like you can just fire an asassin."

"We could send one of our own teams, J-force, or maye one of those new guys R&D just cleared... Operatives or whatever, would be an excellent chance to see what they're capable of."

"Maybe. We could at least get a team in country I suppose, cover our backsides."

"Yeah, I'll get in contact with SOCOM, see about getting one of those Operative teams chopped to our man in Mahria as insurance."


Within hours, a young couple stepped onto a comercial air liner out of Mondoth. Their final destination was Mahria where applications for Visa's had been forwarded for the pair through the standard routes.

Meanwhile, the Mondothian agent already in Mahria called up several of the contacts he had made in the Black market, tracking down some weapons and finding pople to smuggle some other more specialized weapons in. By the time the Operatives stepped off the plane and passed through customs, a veritable arsenal would be awaiting them.

Jemey picked up the phone and dialed the local newspapers number. Someone on the other line picked it up. "Hello? yes I would like to put an add in the paper." He talked on the phone for awhile, answering several questions and telling them what he wanted on it among other things. Meanwhile Allen continued to listen to Tal's phone calls and messages seeking any information at all on the where about's of Nathen and the suit. He was geting no luck so far and for ever hour that passed Allen was thinking more and more about weather to kill this guy or not. He was thinking if they keep him alive they could find out vital information, but then he thought that that mind be to risky considering it would attract to much attention towards them and they would have to kill him anys to keep his mouth shut or kidnap him. He shrugged it off his mind and decided to tell Jemey about it later.

Near Tal's home:
Gabe and Alex where staking out Tal's home. They needed to monitor him for any developments. The two sat in a car about five houses down from his Just watching and waiting. Gabe was monitoring the cameras they placed in the woods about an hour ago and listening in to phone calls seeing if anything out of the ordinary took place. The car was parked in a public parking space out of view from civilans. the two would stay there for a few more hours and then go back to the hotel.

(OCC:if you don't mind I would like to RP Nathen)
Unknown:
He was tired, tired of the constant questions, the cell he was in, everything. He felt like he let his squad down by leting them get a hold of the gear. That pissed him off the most out of all this shit. Nathen wasn't going to last much longer.

OOC: sure, RP him if you want. Just don't have him trying any bend-back-the-bars escapes, ok?


Tal had the idea-in the back of his mind-that he ought to pull in a substitue for Rhek. The kid wasn't just a cook, he really did almost run the place.... Tal so often had other things on his mind.

Like this insane, incredible contract. Out of the blue, he was asked to bring his company a working sample of a spaceman suit! It has everything but ray guns and a (whatchamacallit?) Worf drive? Warp drive? Ah, whatever. Tal thought, wishing to hell the jumpy spies had let him take home something on paper to look at.

Of course, the company had gone ahead with it. Tal had personally been present as the tech geeks (how could they be anything but geeks) had watched, wide-eyed, the spies unloading "the Prototype" from a borrowed janitors truck.

He was at the labs fairly often now. Officially, he was providing corporate oversight, as one of the few with security clearance to even know about the project. In all honesty, he was as wide-eyed as any of the young researchers-gadgets had always fascinated him...

OCC: Nathen smash! Just kidding.

After He finished with the add Jemey joined Allen. He grabed a cup of coffee and sat back and injoyed it. It was a slow night, really nothing amazing or interesting at all.

Near Tal's home:
Gabe and Alex were extremely bored. They were geting nothing from the survilence. The only thing strange was that he was leaving more often but each time they followed him (staying a good distance away and not looking suspicious of course) he always went to this lab place that had a pretty impressive security system. The SFC gathered as much intel on the building for future purpose's. The team figured they might have to inflitrate it sometime down the road but hopefully not. In the meantime it's just seting and watching.

(OCC: Just to spice things up a little for Nathen)
Unknown:
All this time Nathen wondered where he was, surely wasn't Dun Eideann that's for sure. He figured he was somewhere close to PF, maybe next door for all he knew. Someone interupted his thought. They opened the door and said to him "Nathen its that time again."

OOC: Well, if nathen smashes, we'll just have to smash him back, eh? Speaking of which....


The Mahrian interrogation team was-there was no other word for it-impressed. Well, "irritated" may be another word. Nathen had mocked threats, ignored bribery, shown no reaction to chilling or overheating his cell, and heartily enjoyed cut meals without apparently needing more.

Ustian training, compared with his own natural stubborn disposition, had left him immune. The interrogators had recommended to let him nowhere near the captured suit, as they were certain he'd try to sabotage it and hold them up. (Or just for the hell of it, to annoy them.)

Still, they did try. They'd ask him leading questions, trying to weasel traces of information out of him. Occasionally they'd throw noises, lights, or other stimuli at him, but often they'd just make it seem as normal an interview as possible.

Nathen rolled his eyes, "So, how bout I finish that joke I was telling last time? You hustled me out in a real hurry..."

Geneva Convention my ass, thought one interrogator, Why do we even try?