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Operation Sterile Salvation

Ascelonia
06-12-2008, 02:37
Office of David Pendleton's Secretary, Ministry of Justice Headquarters - 10:53 PM

Stacy Pinkerson was the closest aide to David Pendleton. David had been recently appointed as Minister of Justice within the new technate that would emerge. Stacy, herself, never envisioned such a brutal and insane man. David had the trademarks of a psychopath and even worse. His behavior was eccentric at best, but he did get the job done, somewhat.

Her life was growing more and more difficult being just an intern out of the Northbrook Logistics Academy. Not only was it impossible to meet the incredibly difficult quotas and standards of David, but things got more complicated for two reasons. The first being that David's orders were growing a little strange. Beneath all of the bureacratic writing were orders that became more evil as time passed. The second being David's advances towards her.

Joseph Macintosh was no help either. She was surrounded by evil men and single-minded women. She filed through some papers. "Operation Sterile Salvation" shone right out at her.

"Oh my God," she gasped and glared around to see if anyone had witnessed her expression of disgust and fear of the document. Such an emotion would normally have been accepted anywhere else in the Ascelonian Technate, but here, in a government inside a government, it meant death.

She felt the crispness of the papers and skimmed through the document. Outside, the night was as black as David's heart, but there were no windows in the Ministry of Justice's headquarters. There was just the searing and unnatural stare of the fluorescent lightbulbs. It was quiet. She was the only one among who stayed after to finish her work. Secretaries were so single-minded these days. She wasn't and got easily distracted throughout the workday and now she was paying the price.

She nearly vomited at the pictures and diagrams. A biological weapon (a virus or some kind of binding nerve agent, she wasn't exactly an expert at biology) that would render humans sterile. The early effects of it were appalling and reduced humans into spectrals who appeared as if they went through Hell. They probably did.

More details and endless data about the findings and even information about other minor projects branching off of "Operation Sterile Salvation". She flipped back to the beginning. Her eyes hurt from the small text and her head ached from the twisting wordplay that allowed such information to be fitted into a relatively slim folder. A digital touchscreen miniaturized flatscreen computer had been slipped in along with the papers. It was unusual and great technology used for convenience, but this held incredible data about atrocities occuring under the Ministry of Justice.

She had to get the word out. She slipped towards the copying machine and copied it. Stamping and shooing at the copying device would not make it shut up, but she did it anyways. Gazing nervously from side to side, she grabbed the papers and slipped in a flash drive into the paper computer. It took a few minutes to download the information.

"Excuse me? What the **** do you think you're doing?" asked David out of the dark. His demonous eyes bore into her like a powerdrill with the burning intensity of a sun. He advanced slowly and casually as if he were taking a stroll on the beach. She was too filled with terror to move at all. He had soon come within inches of her face.

"I know you dislike me. I know you think I'm crazy. I know you think I'm evil. What you don't know is that I don't care. Now I want you to do me a favor..."

He examined her ponderously. She hid her fear rather well and she took deep breaths.

"If you don't care, then why do you want me to do you a favor?"

His mood immediately changed. He cleared off her desk and began smashing her electronic equipment.

"YOU KNOW WHY I CARE??? Because I love you... I don't care how you feel about me, I love you anyways... Sometimes there has to be tough love. Now do me a favor. I think you know what it is. I don't care whether you do it because you love me, or because I'm your boss, or out of fear. You'll do it."

Her eyes glimmered with fear, hatred, anxiety, and hopelessness. His words slammed into her like a foot into a puppy. Stacy instinctively, and without warning, wheeled around and headed for the door. His foot caught her and she slammed into the floor.

"I gave you a chance. You can do it the easy way or the hard way. I'm guessing you want it the hard way."

He pulled her to him. She kneed him in between the thighs before running out with the flash drive, which ahd just finished loading... Behind her, she could here David whispering with short raspy breaths into his bluetooth.

"Security."
The Grand World Order
06-12-2008, 02:45
((OOC: What exactly are we supposed to do?

And DAMN, the GWO government would kill for something like that. Of course, it hasn't crossed the Division of Military Engineering's mind yet...))
Ascelonia
06-12-2008, 03:05
((OOC: There was a sign up thread for this... http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=575230


It must be noticed that the documents only contain details of progress and results rather than actual information on how to produce such results. You just start a character up to be active in Ascelonia whether a reporter (preferably), special forces, a spy, a foreign scientist working with Ascelonia's Ministry of Justice (also preferable), or a foreign national))
Imperial isa
06-12-2008, 03:08
((OOC: There was a sign up thread for this...))

ooc a link to it is a good idea
The Grand World Order
06-12-2008, 03:40
((OOC: I've posted an application in the OOC thread. Thanks for sending me the link.))
Ascelonia
06-12-2008, 03:50
((OOC: You've been accepted. I'm looking for some foreign nationals to RP torture tactics and reporters for Stacy to talk to.))
The Grand World Order
06-12-2008, 04:22
((OOC: Torture is the GWO's specialty :o ))

Residence of Dr. Blackheart

A man sat in a chair, tied down and gagged. Blood was already covering him, his left eye had been taken out with a searing hot power drill, his stomach had been cut open, and his knees had been dug out with a crowbar. Another figure stood before him, clad in the black coat of GWO military medical scientists. The man in the chair ripped his restraints open, and seemingly impossibly, tackled the main in the coat.

Then Dr. Blackheart woke up. Another nightmare. A nightmare of a subject escaping his restraints...

His PDA was whining, something about a security issue at the Department of Justice. He gave a tired sigh before putting on his cold weather clothes. He wore a trench coat; it wasn't GWO issue, but still slightly "disturbing." He loaded up his USP .45 Fullsize and prepared to make a "Late night visit" at the lab, like he had done several times before (To test hypotheses and make sure things are ok at the lab).
Ascelonia
06-12-2008, 22:44
Westphelia Institute, Subdepartment of Research and Development of the Ministry of Justice -

"Dr. Blackheart, you're work has greatly impressed us at the Ministry," laughed Jason Korble as his eyes fell over Blackheart's latest victim. "We'd like to promote you. Pendleton's been looking for more competent leaders and he wants you to run the facility and institutions operating at East Pacifica. Another thing... he has another order. Do not kill test subjects."

His voice grew stern.

"Pendleton wants the subjects to love the Ministry and to love Pendleton before they die."

OOC: Sorry. This is cancelled due to lack of participants.