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Darren arrived at small cafe at around 9:30 am he was picked by a black suv they told him it would be a thirty minute drive. He thought to himself this might be hardest challenge he ever takened. He was forced by a ANIA recuriter who used blackmail techniques to force him into becoming a spy. Prior to becoming a spy Darren was a spec ops soldier. He keep a cool head coming to Rock Hill he thought about all the times he just escape. But he figured why do that when they will probably just track him down. So he decide he was going to stick to program train to be a spy get assigned somewhere. Overseas then maybe he could retire out of the being spy once they arrived at Rock hill. He got out he looked around they're. In the middle of nowhere expect for the many buildings in which housed the feared spy training programs. It was just trees he figured it was the prime location for a secert spy training center. He grabbed the litte belongs they told him to being out the back of the truck. Once walked inside the main building he was greeted by a tall man standing about 6'6 and weighing about 240 pounds.

"Darren welcoming to Rock Hill", "I'm Ricky Ballaist the opreations manager here for rock hill oversee this whole training center." said Ricky smiling at Darren

"Well don't welcome me." "Here cause i dont want to be here I the little blackmailing scheme your guys pulled." said Darren in pissed off mood.

"Well Darren you wouldn't volunteer", "and we need somebody with your expertise and experience." said Ricky

"I'm pretty sure there our thousands of people with my experience" said Darren

"Yes well we want it you". "Walk with me this way" said Ricky

Darren followed Ricky they entered a elevator which took them to another building. He followed him to a room which had two bunks in it. Ricky turned to Darren and said.

"This where you will be staying", "I have to take care of something in my office meet me in my office in about 30 minutes".

He walked off and Darren sit back on his bed and thought he relax a little bit before going to see Ricky.

Aye large LCD screen greeting the incoming foregin recurits showed all incoming recurits report to the breifing room followed the signs posted.

Backstory: Further down you go the further back in time.
A Night On the Town (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552791)
A walk in the Jungle (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=542555)
Operation: Wired Mercenaries (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=539994)

Alex walked into a bar, wearing a perfect smile, designer shades, and a modest red cocktail dress and heels. As instructed earlier, she took a seat at the bar and ordered the special. Her hair had been dyed brown the day before. During the boat ride she managed to shower sufficiently to get "the jungle smell" of napalm off of her, and didn't wear any strong fragrances.

She even wondered if they'd recognize her from the dossier the company gave them...

OOC: Er...

It took some convincing for the barkeep to instruct her on where to go, a few flirts go a long way in a dive. The company didn't issue a car, and chances are they wouldn't risk a cab coming to the base... so she'd have to walk... in heels... or barefoot...

Or niether, as she pulled out a pair of sandals from her luggage, then proceeded to walk into the woods.

After walking a considerable distance, and making sure she wasn't followed, she changed clothes to commercial/military-surplus BDU knock-offs that are generally seen peddled around malls as if they were the latest fashion, and continued.

It was awfully lucky of her to use a satchel for hauling her gear... As she was re-arranging the contents based on tactical importance rather than being inconspicous.

Red dress and shoes at botton, followed by an MRE, some camo, ammo, and a HAP-655S PDW rechamberd for 6.5x25 pistol and fitted with a wrap around silencer, though she carried a replacment (12" 12 ga) barrel and some shotshells should things get rough.
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After a long-ish trek, she arrived at the base, and was greeted by an out of place and modern looking LCD screen at a rustic base that resembled a farm, with a little village inside.

She followed the instructions anyways, even though everything looked wrong and distorted. Perhaps it was designed to disoriant her, or it actually was a trap, albeit a very crude one.

OOC: Posting quickly, sorry.

IC: The helicopter ride, as ever, was uneventful. David Grey sat across from two others, a middle aged woman and an elderly man, aboard the black Bell helicopter his government supplied for them. He decided to try to strike up a conversation, perhaps.

"David Grey, Special Forces," he said, offering a hand. The woman gave him an icy stare and went back to looking out the window of the helo. The man, though, was a bit friendlier. He took Grey's hand, and said "William Trow, Foreign Intelligence." Then he, too, went back to watching out the windows.

Grey, bored and anxious, napped through the rest of the ride. He awoke to the helicopter touching down on the landing pad. Foreign men slid the doors open, gestured for him to get out. He grabbed his kit from below the seat, then disembarked, going where he was told. Looking back, he saw the other two passengers idly talking to an officer of some sort.

It looked as though the best course at the moment was simply to keep his head down and do what he was told.

OOC: o ok its cool

Darren got after relaxing a lil bit on the cramp bunks and he proceed to ricky's office. He after getting losed he was escort to his office. He walked inside ricky's office and looked around it was lavish. he had a leather coach in the corner and minibar opposite to that. He had 4 LCD tv's on the wall behind expensive maghony looking desk. Darren sat and i thought for a minute about his family and how he told them he would be there today for his nephew birthday party. After waiting for about 20 minutes ricky arrived in his office.


"Ah Darren this my office i hope you like it" said Ricky

"For being government paid you have pretty nice office" said Darren

"Yeah but we not here discuss my office" "Im going to discuss with you why we choose you basically i will say this too all the others recurits who we feel are special." said Ricky

For a minute there i was feeling special said Darren

"Were not here for you to feel special", "where here to turn you into a Assassin you and several other recurits". "Have been handpicked to become Death dealing spys". "We have that your skills in martial arts and sniper training make you a great canididate for a spy" said Ricky

"What if i dont want to be a Assassin" said Darren

"Well basically you have no choice" said Ricky

"Listen walk with me outside to greet some of the new special recurits". said ricky.

Alright let's go said Darren

Darren and Ricky walked to the front of the compound to were he first enter and they both waited.

Backstory: Further down you go the further back in time.
A Night On the Town (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552791)
A walk in the Jungle (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=542555)
Operation: Wired Mercenaries (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=539994)

Alex walked into a bar, wearing a perfect smile, designer shades, and a modest red cocktail dress and heels. As instructed earlier, she took a seat at the bar and ordered the special. Her hair had been dyed brown the day before. During the boat ride she managed to shower sufficiently to get "the jungle smell" of napalm off of her, and didn't wear any strong fragrances.

She even wondered if they'd recognize her from the dossier the company gave them...

OOC: Er...

It took some convincing for the barkeep to instruct her on where to go, a few flirts go a long way in a dive. The company didn't issue a car, and chances are they wouldn't risk a cab coming to the base... so she'd have to walk... in heels... or barefoot...

Or niether, as she pulled out a pair of sandals from her luggage, then proceeded to walk into the woods.

After walking a considerable distance, and making sure she wasn't followed, she changed clothes to commercial/military-surplus BDU knock-offs that are generally seen peddled around malls as if they were the latest fashion, and continued.

It was awfully lucky of her to use a satchel for hauling her gear... As she was re-arranging the contents based on tactical importance rather than being inconspicous.

Red dress and shoes at botton, followed by an MRE, some camo, ammo, and a HAP-655S PDW rechamberd for 6.5x25 pistol and fitted with a wrap around silencer, though she carried a replacment (12" 12 ga) barrel and some shotshells should things get rough.
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After a long-ish trek, she arrived at the base, and was greeted by an out of place and modern looking LCD screen at a rustic base that resembled a farm, with a little village inside.

She followed the instructions anyways, even though everything looked wrong and distorted. Perhaps it was designed to disoriant her, or it actually was a trap, albeit a very crude one.

A men greeted Alex and said "follow me the opreations manager is wanting to see you" said Rock Hill security personnel

OOC: im not sure how to rp my character's arrival....does he arrive the the training center first?

OOC: Well you can have him having arriving at the airport and i can have some ANIA agents picking him or you just skip it and have your first post with him starting outside of the main building.

OOC: short crappy post...no time, will post later

Alexander had just arrived at the airport and waited for his luggage in the luggage claim area. After grabbing his luggage, he went immediately through the front doors. To his surprise the ANIA agents were already waiting for him.

"Alexander Karrigan?" said one of the agents
"Yes."
"Come with us...we are with the ANIA."
Trusting the agents he went on to enter the a black SUV.

When they have arrived at the facility, Alexander stepped out and as soon as he did that, the SUV went off. Now, he just walked in and waited for someone to greet him...

OOC: short crappy post...no time, will post later

Alexander had just arrived at the airport and waited for his luggage in the luggage claim area. After grabbing his luggage, he went immediately through the front doors. To his surprise the ANIA agents were already waiting for him.

"Alexander Karrigan?" said one of the agents
"Yes."
"Come with us...we are with the ANIA."
Trusting the agents he went on to enter the a black SUV.

When they have arrived at the facility, Alexander stepped out and as soon as he did that, the SUV went off. Now, he just walked in and waited for someone to greet him...

"Ah here one of the recurits who will train with you" said Ricky talking to Darren

Ricky got up and walked over to Alexander and said

"Welcome Alexander im Ricky Ballaist". "Let's walk over here to this table and we will discuss some things". said Ricky

Alex extended his right hand up to the man, "Pleasure to meet you sir."

Alex was slightly perturbed that nobody had informed her about the black SUVs by the airport...

But then again, considering how she found out where the place was from the bartender, such minor details seem trivial to the informant.

She'll make sure he doesn't think such info is trivial ever again should she run into him...

The "escort" she picked up at the base was the average human man-tool, big, beefy, with a rather good sized rifle that clearly had to be compensating for something... Either intellegence or something else... This one seemed smart though...

She thought to herself: Well, if they plan on gunning me down, at least I can use this guy as a human shield for about one or two seconds...

She followed, while double checking the bolt and mag on her gun nestled in the satchel with her fingers. She could maybe pull off a few shots into the man's back with none the wiser...

Edit: Oh shoot! I forgot Turd Furgusson!!!!!
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Turd Furgusson loitered around the airport terminal, mostly trying to take in the scenery and get a grasp of the culture, so far he failed to understand many of the concepts of capitalism, besides the fact it was evil, a necessary evil, but evil nonetheless until the divine revolution sweeps the world clean once again...

He found a man in a black suit, the stereotypical white "G-Man", standing besides a black SUV and holding a sign that says:
Turd Furgusson
World renowned spy
you haven't heard of him cause he's that good
and besides, it's a funny name

This was in very stark contrast to Furgusson's Hawiian shirt, dark sklin tone (almost earthy), baggy khaki shorts, sandals, and shades...

He walked up and hopped into the SUV without saying a word, as the G-man tried to pull him out Mr Turd spoke:
"To Rock Hill my good man... And make it snappy, I'm late you know..."

Alex was slightly perturbed that nobody had informed her about the black SUVs by the airport...

But then again, considering how she found out where the place was from the bartender, such minor details seem trivial to the informant.

She'll make sure he doesn't think such info is trivial ever again should she run into him...

The "escort" she picked up at the base was the average human man-tool, big, beefy, with a rather good sized rifle that clearly had to be compensating for something... Either intellegence or something else... This one seemed smart though...

She thought to herself: Well, if they plan on gunning me down, at least I can use this guy as a human shield for about one or two seconds...

She followed, while double checking the bolt and mag on her gun nestled in the satchel with her fingers. She could maybe pull off a few shots into the man's back with none the wiser...



Ricky looked at Alexander and said "its a pleasure to meet you too".

The Escort stopped at Alexander and Ricky

Ricky looked at Alex and said "Welcome to Rock Hill im Ricky Ballaist the opreations manager."

James Keye was wondering how things had come to this.

He was walking through the forest, following a map that was probably faulty, looking for a Spy Training Center with an appearance he was unsure of. And then there were those two people following him.

Colin Immer and Ryan Lasseter couldn't be more different from each other in every way, or in Ryan's case, from the weathered veteran SSP Commander who was with them.

Keye was in his early 50's and had established himself as one of Generalissimo Grimmeberger's most trusted lieutentants. He was wearing a State Special Police field uniform, with a grey button down shirt, black work pants, and a brown trenchcoat. His greying hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and all together he gave the impression of someone cooly collected, and with a no-nonsense attitude. He was known for being extremely blunt during interrogations and normal discussions. He was skilled in all the skills the secret police were routinely called on to do.

Lasseter was the most inexperienced of the three; he had only graduated from Carnegie Mellon University in Carnegie City the previous year, working on a degree in robotics, something he was a wiz with. He was the tallest of the three, and also the youngest, bounciest, and most energetic. He had no idea what he was in for. He was an enthusiastic volunteer.

Not that Immer wasn't enthusiastic; he simply knew what lay ahead much better. He was a battlefield veteran, with strong nationalist and anti-communist sympathies, looking to serve his country better. He was the shortest, most solidly built, and looked the most tough. He was always scanning his surroundings, analyzing possible threats and routs of escape. He could remember the slightest details and connect them with new information he was recieving. He was a quick reactor, and was a formidable opponent. He was good at blending to an extent, in the "don't talk to me, I'd rather be left alone" manner, not being conspicuously inconspicuous.

They trouped through the forest. They paused at a clearing.

"We've been walking for hours, Commander. Should we start looking for a town so I can ask for directions?" Colin asked, rather annoyed at the turn of events.

"Don't bother. It should be around here somewhere. Besides, if Rock Hill is a secret Training facility, what are the odds someone would know about it?"

Colin was thrown: the thought had not occurred to him. "True," He said simply.

"If I'm not mistaken..." John began, eyeing what seemed to be a dilapidated old farmhouse "...that should be it. Perfectly inconspicuous."

"Good. I'm tired." Ryan said this simply.

John stopped him. "You're going to have to get used to being tired, and worse, if you really intend to become an agent of espionage," said, weilding the language well.

"Whatever. We can talk about that later. Let's go in; it doesn't seem to be rigged for anything, and there's the man we were told to look for. At least, he fits the description." Colin listed simply, as if these were simple facts that anyone would check out.

"All the same, be ready to use your weapon, Sergeant," Commander Keye said, opening the cover on the holster for his service pistol.

"Got it, chief." Immer, still technically a soldier, readied his pistol for a quick draw-and-fire if need be.

Two ANIA guards smoking a cigarette notices the men walking threw the forest not take any chance. They both ready their SMG's one of the guards on grabbed a bullhorn and said "You are approaching a restricted area you will be intercepted by one of are guards". "if you have proper identifacation for being in area please speak now" said ANIA Security Personnel

One of the guards appoarched the group and said "Aye its cool stand down they've in the photos of HQ hand us" said ANIA guards.

Ricky looked at Alexander and said "its a pleasure to meet you too".

The Escort stopped at Alexander and Ricky

Ricky looked at Alex and said "Welcome to Rock Hill im Ricky Ballaist the opreations manager."

"You may call me Agent Sheppard, since this is a formal arrangement, Manager Ballaist..."

Alexandria looked over at Alexander...

"Mr Karrigan I presume? I've taken the liberty of reviewing your files... All of them... No doubt you've seen plenty of, action."
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Turd Furgusson or Turd Ferguson... must correct spelling to "Ferguson"...
See post #11
Note: Chitzi=White-Hispanic AKA Mulatto/Mestizo, Khornate=Middle-Eastern

Alexander looked over to the young woman, "Yes, I'm Alexander Karrigan. yeah...I've seen plenty of action..bitter sweet memories." Then he continued.."So I'm assuming you've had plenty of action as well."

"You may call me Agent Sheppard, since this is a formal arrangement, Manager Ballaist..."

Alexandria looked over at Alexander...

"Mr Karrigan I presume? I've taken the liberty of reviewing your files... All of them... No doubt you've seen plenty of, action."
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Turd Furgusson or Turd Ferguson... must correct spelling to "Ferguson"...
See post #11
Note: Chitzi=White-Hispanic AKA Mulatto/Mestizo, Khornate=Middle-Eastern

"Yes will im here to discuss something that will seperate the recuirts from the rest of the regular recurits something that i've already discussed with Mr.Burch" said Ricky

Alexander looked over to the young woman, "Yes, I'm Alexander Karrigan. yeah...I've seen plenty of action..bitter sweet memories." Then he continued.."So I'm assuming you've had plenty of action as well."

"Why yes I have, nothing huge, just got back from a deep 'See-saw' mission... Pretty dull after they shot our heli and bailed out..."

"Yes will im here to discuss something that will seperate the recuirts from the rest of the regular recurits something that i've already discussed with Mr.Burch" said Ricky

"I would expect as much, you're mixing half-trained, full trained, and completely untrained cadets here... It would be only natural if you made an effort to homogenize the skill levels and pair them off. I suppose that means I'll be getting some senile 40 year old retiree with a case of 'the trigger happies'..."

She tried immagining being paired off with a twitchy balding man that would be the best poster-boy example of why not to enlist men with parkinsons into the military.

And couldn't help but to smile a bit as she tried to picture the 5-year old munchkin freedom-fighter Alex was going to get...

"Why yes I have, nothing huge, just got back from a deep 'See-saw' mission... Pretty dull after they shot our heli and bailed out..."



"I would expect as much, you're mixing half-trained, full trained, and completely untrained cadets here... It would be only natural if you made an effort to homogenize the skill levels and pair them off. I suppose that means I'll be getting some senile 40 year old retiree with a case of 'the trigger happies'..."

She tried immagining being paired off with a twitchy balding man that would be the best poster-boy example of why not to enlist men with parkinsons into the military.

And couldn't help but to smile a bit as she tried to picture the 5-year old munchkin freedom-fighter Alex was going to get...


"Well first most cadets over here have barely left there 20's yet so the chance of you being paired with a old guy is not likely". said Ricky

"But anyway straight to the point im going to hide anything im going to be straightfoward with you". "You have been chosen for a secert assisain spy training program". "Your as far different from everybody else will be more indepth"." we will focus on combat and assasain techniques but intellegence gathering will still take a major part". "What we discuss at this table stay at the table any questions?"

Thinking about his training, Alexander decided to asked Ricky, "Do I need to be in any special training like that?"

"So this is another last ditch crash course in making some junior grade covert killers for hire?"

She thought of her introduction to 'the business' of killing dissidents at long range.

"Been there, done that, got caught, not fun. But I'm pretty sure you made sure we no longer have any say in this since stepping foot inside. Yeah, that leaves a few questions..."

She started fumbling through her shoulder-bag

"One: how are we going to be compensated?"

"Two: If one of us dies or gets captured, what'll be the SOP?"

"Four: Are you in charge?"

"Five: Feeling lucky for promotion after this?"

"Six: Are you married?"

OOC: My bad yall i been gone for a couple days i had three day track meet in South carolina

OOC: *Growls and grits teeth*