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Poiuytrewq, Kenavt (http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2008/2008-Aston-Martin-DBS-Side-City-1280x960.jpg)
2319 hours local time

William Nathan Correa slowly stretched an arm around Samantha Rachel Barrows' shoulders. Here I am. Taylor Swift, my good ole Aston Martin DBS, and the perfect girl. He met Sam's heartwarming smile with one of his own, his magnificent blue eyes twinkling. Should I go in for the kiss? He slowly leaned forward to meet her face.

Sam had loved this small, little cozy car when Will got it.. And now I'm here, alone, with Will. Boy, the life of a spy is for me! She slowly inched her face forward until their lips met in the chorus of their favorite song - Love Story by Taylor Swift. All was calm, all was bliss.

But then, as all perfect moments are, the beautiful scene inside every boy's dream was broken by the ring of a cell phone. Ring! Ring! Ring! William reluctantly broke away from the kiss as he slowly stared into his favorite thing to stare at, Sam's eyes, and pressed a button on the navigation screen, embracing Sam even more and asking, "Hi?"

"This is the chief." Sam's heart skipped a beat, but then went back to a regular order. Always, the chief just as i'm about to actually have a semi-romantic moment with Will. What is he, my father? "William, and presumably Samantha, you're due to report to Beveridge Center tomorrow at nine. It's a long drive, so get out of the car and pack!" Then the chief hung up as Sam sighed.

"Maybe next time, Will." I certainly hope so.

"Maybe." They unembraced and WIll fired up the roaring engine. "Hey, we'll be pratically in fifteen square miles with no one else." Sam beamed at him as the car squealed away toward a traffic light. I can't wait!

Charles Beveridge International Spy Training Center, Kenavt
0853 hours local time

The gleaming black DBS pulled in to the checkpoint just outside of the massive complex, where Sam and Will flashed cards and then were in. Will squealed his tires as the car came to a stop beside the runway. "Might as well check out the competition," Sam had said on the drive. The two got out of the car, the only one truly made for spies, and leaned back and watched the runway, in anticipation of visitors over the horizon, Will's arm around Sam's back.

0300 Local Time

Kryil was on the training range. It was a misty and windy day. Perfect conditions for sniping. Ofcourse a normal sniper would hate it, but Kryil was different, he was a 'Spartan' or 'gene soldier'. Hand picked by Jerry Fraiser and John Winters, raised and trained by the creme de la creme, underwent mutations, only half of his class survived, exactly 300 soldiers, thus the nickname 'Spartans'. Kiddnapped when he was five, he was only 18 now. He logged over 250 kills in the last Kenavtian War, but they always got the numbers wrong. His divison was the famed 101st Airborne. Only veterans were allowed, but the 'Spartans' were exeptions. They formed 3 companies, Dog, Easy, and Fox. He was in Easy, the best in the whole division. He was the best sniper in there also.
"Hey," said Emma, his best friend.
"Oh, yeah, uh hi," said Kryil startled by her sneaking up on him. Lately he was confused and had devloped new feeelings for her.
"Commander Green wants to see you," she said leaving.
"Ok, tell him I'll be there in a minute," said Kryil with a sigh of relief.

0350 Local Time

"Sir," yelled Kryil.

"Yes, your being transferred to a base in Kenavt," said Green not looking up from his desk.

Kenavt, the country of killers and cutthroats, he would rather spit on them then take a gift from them. But it was a direct order from John Winters, he could tell.

"Well, are you going?" asked Green looking up.

"Yes Sir!" said Kryil leaving.

From behind Sam and Will, Dimitri slowly materialized out of a darkened barracks where he had been staying, and likely would be staying, for the definiately future. Having arrived nearly 48 hours before even the most basic of support staff had come onbase, he had had plenty of time to scout out the whole compound and surronding territory. Along the way, he plotted and committed to memory the locations of easily defensible positions, possible locations for field training, and most importantly, the locations of the nearest bathrooms and tree lines. However, it wasn't just his old soldier instincts that were commanding him to do his usual cautious routine, but the fact that he was alone and there was next to nothing to do.

Slowly and quietly walking up from behind, Dimitri stopped short of Sam and Will and waited silently while looking over their shoulders as the first of the incoming recruits arrived via transport or cargo planes. If it hadn't been for his shadow looming over the figures of the two in the light of mid morning, he would have been undetectable. His classroom was already prepared and ready to go, as Political Science had already been decided upon as the first class that would be taken.

Will gazed off into the sunrise with Sam. This is nice... but is there someone behind us? He luckily caught the edge of a shadow from Dmitri with his peripheral vision and turned around, untangling his arm from Sam. "Hello. Will you be one of our instructors?" Sam turned around and her muscles slightly tensed up, just in case something was going to happen. She decided to stay silent for the moment, let Will handle it.

At the training camp, Kryil saw 2 men with a woman," Hey, could you guys show me around?"

Kryil walked over only to see 2 of them were in the Kenavtian Military, Kryil tensed himself ready for a fight. "Nevermind, I'll just show myself around," said Kryil with a edgy voice.

Dimitri glanced down, his two-colored eyes running their way over the two. Instinctively, his eyes stopped at Sam's breasts, admiring them as any man would truly do, but only for a moment. He raised his head slightly, before a slight smile crossed his face. In a faint Slavic accent, he replied, "Yes I am. I will be teaching Political Science, alon with the tactics and methods of warfare that go along with it. And who might you two be?"

At the training camp, Kryil saw 2 men with a woman," Hey, could you guys show me around?"

Kryil walked over only to see 2 of them were in the Kenavtian Military, Kryil tensed himself ready for a fight. "Nevermind, I'll just show myself around," said Kryil with a edgy voice.

OOC: That was fast arriving.

Dimitri glanced down, his two-colored eyes running their way over the two. Instinctively, his eyes stopped at Sam's breasts, admiring them as any man would truly do, but only for a moment. He raised his head slightly, before a slight smile crossed his face. In a faint Slavic accent, he replied, "Yes I am. I will be teaching Political Science, alon with the tactics and methods of warfare that go along with it. And who might you two be?"

"That sounds quite interesting," said Sam, stepping in with a small smile in the corner of her mouth. "I'm Sam, and this is Will," she introduced. "We're from here, luckily."

Meanwhile, Will noticed Kryil nearby and yelled over. "You sure you don't need any help showing yourself around? It's fifteen square miles of nothing but wilderness and a few buildings, you know."

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Kryil chuckling. They must not have noticed the insignia on my shirt, thought Kryil.

Also they hadn't noticed that Kryil had slipped in all his weapons, including his high powered rifled, and an array of knives.

OOC: oh man oh man oh man.

IC:
Robert "Ghost" Hathcock and Lewis "The Raider" Hawk sat side by side in the car with they rucks at their feet. Hawk was bored, you could tell because knives kept appearing and disappearing from his sleeves and the top of his right combat boot.

"Quit it," said ghost in a quiet growl.

"Aw come on," Replied Hawk. "we've been in here a while man and I'm getting boooored. Least it's better than that dmn transport."

"I thought it was pretty comfortable actually." Said ghost.

"Yah, well you were the one who thought the plane ride out of --"

"enough! We're not in the ASD anymore which means all that nice classified stuff is really really classified got it?"

"Aye sir! Of course sir!" Replied Raider Laconically. "Os I hate to ask but--"

The driver turned around and said "We're here."

Raider and Ghost piled out of the car, one on each side carrying two rucks a piece along with two metal cases each. they both walked towards the buildings as the car pulled away. Ghost and Raider both were wearing Standard ASD Digicam without unit designations thought both were wearing Medals of Valor. They walked towards the only group of people in sight.

"Hey!" called out Raider as Ghost faded back a little. "Hows it going?"

A lone Lynion had just come out from walking in a direction towards the military base with a high-powered sniper rifle over his back. He ventured over to the checkpoint and flashed his identification card. Things were running smoothly while he entered the base and he didn't really care what the others thought about him. His name was Jaxson Edwards from the 1st Black Lynion Assassin Regiement (BLAR) and had some time off since the Regional War was over. He glanced around at the sights and carried his belongings towards the barracks.

"What a nice place," he said to himself as he glanced at the wilderness nearby. "Marksmanship and weapon handling," he muttered to himself as he headed towards his quarters might be.

The Odessy of a Turd:
Last week, he was instructed to grab some gear and partake in a peaceful insertion of his choice, 1 hour and 30 minutes later, he as on a plane.

3 days later, he arrived in da Vincho International Airport (Kenavt), delays occured to intense civil unrest, freak storms and the usage of less than reliable transportation had bumped his flights numerous times, it also served to prevent any back-tracking of his route. He passed custums with ease, he had no weapons on him, just a change of clothes in a suitcase with a pencil and some crumpled wads of paper in his pockets.

He immediately went to a nearby pay-phone to "check on the family" in The World Soviet Party, "the family" was really just a very off the map co-ordnating center for the Five-Points Militia, which had been granted immunity and protection from the local government so long as their role in their lands was kept low-key (so sending counter-spies to TWSP to track the FPM would likely end at the smoking muzzle of a Soviet Assault Rifle), sometimes it paid to have friends in high places. Although some members were pretty sure TWSP had infiltrated them all along in order to keep them honest, nothing comes free, especially freedom from prosicution.

He then boarded a bus to the train station...

2 days ago: 1435 hrs: One overnight train-ride later, he was within 140 miles from the training camp... Time to get walking, he bought a few candy-bars, a pen-knife, some cigarettes and a ligter, some bottled vitamin-water, and a 6-pack of energy-drinks in cans along the way at gas a few stations.

1800 hours:
He was getting near the base, and passing the perimiter with unaltered civillian garb may prove difficult, as he passed a pool of mud and stagnant water, he set to work replenishing his empty bottles, it consisted roughly of the following steps:

1- Strain water out of mud with shirt and into cans
2- Light a pit/trench fire* so that the flames are not visable to ground observation
3- Boil water
4- dump out water contaminated with plastic-coating on inside of can
6- Boil drinking water
7- Airate water by pouring it between cans rapidly, and then into plastic water bottle
8- Smoke a cig, dry out the wet clothes.
9- Bury the fire* in mud and leaves, sleep on top of it for warmth.

*A stout stick or some modified cans make excellent tools.

Yesterday, 0200 hrs:
Furgy prepared to break camp by killing the smell of thickly smoked clothes by rubbing it in the dirt, the carbon-residue would make tracking by dog difficult, and the mud would mask the carbon-odor from humans. He ate a candy-bar and saved the paper-foil wrapper by wrapping it around another...

He then fasioned a walking stick out of a stick he used to tend the fire, which had fire-hardened the point, he left it dull.

He then fasioned a crude decoy, using a branch, he suspended a lit cig in the air near a tree with a crouching-human sized outline. This would also function as a high visability refferance point in the dark.

He then checked his cyphered map on a crumpled note by cig-light, and went on his way.

Today: 0600
He was approaching the first perimeter-gate, and was quickly stoped by a new, bleary-eyed gaurd...

Turd then produced a crumpled and nearly illegiable printout of papers confirming his registration.

"They are expecting me. I'd also like a change of clothes."

As the gaurd inspected the papers more closely, he was tempted to donkey punch the man, steal his firearm, and eviscarate him with a pen-knife... But... this was supposed to be peaceful, the blood-god would have to wait...

He caught a glimpse of Jaxson Edwards passing him by as he was being deffered to a more thorough inspection, as the gaurd suspected his resservation was bogus.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Kryil chuckling. They must not have noticed the insignia on my shirt, thought Kryil.

Also they hadn't noticed that Kryil had slipped in all his weapons, including his high powered rifled, and an array of knives.

"Wait a second." William realized something. Is that what I think it is? Oh no oh no oh no... "Come over here." Sam took a glance at his face. "Sam, calm down. It's not going to be..." she took a good look at his shirt. "No way."

"Hey!" called out Raider as Ghost faded back a little. "Hows it going?"

"Not so great," muttered Sam as she watched William's face grow more grave and fierce. "Will, no no no. Just let it go!" She whispered in his ear.

"Wait a second." William realized something. Is that what I think it is? Oh no oh no oh no... "Come over here." Sam took a glance at his face. "Sam, calm down. It's not going to be..." she took a good look at his shirt. "No way."



"Not so great," muttered Sam as she watched William's face grow more grave and fierce. "Will, no no no. Just let it go!" She whispered in his ear.
Sensing the tension in the situation Ghost dropped one of the metal cases he was carrying as his hand slipped behind his back. Hawk was looking puzzled as well and he slowed but kept walking forward. "Whats going on here?" he asked, now a lot less upbeat and with one hand flexing slightly. He watched as the two seemed somewhere between horrified and furious at a third trainee.

Sensing the tension in the situation Ghost dropped one of the metal cases he was carrying as his hand slipped behind his back. Hawk was looking puzzled as well and he slowed but kept walking forward. "Whats going on here?" he asked, now a lot less upbeat and with one hand flexing slightly.

"Him..." William pointed at Kryil and took a couple of steps toward him. "He's a bloody Paratrooperian... idiots, the lot!" He swept his hand over and stared at Kryil, a most menacing glare. Samantha came and walked over to Hawk, and whispered into his ear. "One of them killed his brother a few years ago. Will's pretty sensitive about it. This could get serious, quick." She returned and stood behind Will.

"Him..." William pointed at Kryil and took a couple of steps toward him. "He's a bloody Paratrooperian... idiots, the lot!" He swept his hand over and stared at Kryil, a most menacing glare. Samantha came and walked over to Hawk, and whispered into his ear. "One of them killed his brother a few years ago. Will's pretty sensitive about it. This could get serious, quick." She returned and stood behind Will.

"Aw hell," Said Hawk out loud. With Ghost seeming about on edge as he ever got, the situation was rapidly going all to hell. Hawk stepped slowly into the line of fire.

"woh man." he muttered to Will as he moved. "We're all neutral here right? And there is way to much firepower for this to be fun. Just . . .relax a little ok? My buddy over there is getting tense."

Ghost was moving as well, his hand opening the metal case towards himself as the other hand stayed behind his back.

"Yes, that is good. Someone from the local scenery to keep everybody grounded. And now,to return the gracious favor, I am Dimitri. If you ever need anything, you'll know where to look." His voice broke off, seeing the Paratrooperian walked by, the weapons he was packing evident by the large ruffles and folds in his shirt.

When the rukus developed a short time later, Dimitri was quickly on scene but remained in the background, just barely close enough to step in if things got out of hand. If tensions were going to develop here, then the students should be the ones who work through them. Instructor interference only made them feel more and more as if they were being.... babysat. This was Dimitri's personal philosopy, let those who have problems deal with it themselves. Not only does it make them stronger, but also a better person and develops their critical thinking and character. At any rate though, a few petty confrontations like this likely wouldn't evolve into anything more than arguments and intimidation, so long as everybody kept their heads and manners.

Turd Furgusson was passing amongst the barracks, after finally being granted entrance, and noticed a clump of multi-nationals...

He paused, only for a moment, for a quick check on what was going on...

There were a pair of Woad-Raiders, possably a sniper-team, one of them seems to be attempting to moderate some scuffle between a paratrooper and a pair of 'kids' from Kenavt, and then there was that other sniper that passed by him earlier... There were others in the background, but he didn't recognize them from this distance.

He then continued walking towards the barracks, this dispute didn't involve him, he had little interest in the specifics, and if it was going to be a problem, he'll hear it then. He really didn't have the capability to fight them all at once, so getting in the middle of the fight would be suicide...

Better to watch -or in this case, listen- from a safe distance as he went about procuring an ungaurded uniform from the base laundrymat... This would be tricky...

OOC: Am I allowed to RP a grunt soldier or will I wait this time?

Jaxson looked around at the groups of people that had formed. He was a bit curious about them while he walked towards a barracks and found a spare bed. As an instructor, he was going to teach marksmanship and weapons training which meant putting the students under pressure. It was going to be interesting as an instructor. He was part of the teachers that taught the Lynion Hunters rookies. He seen the ignorant and the cocky bastards that failed within an hour of the program.

'Interesting area,' he thought to himself as he voice locked his weapons in his foot locker. 'I better take notes about the climate,' he added as he went outside and stood against the wall of the barracks while watching the view.

ooc: It's ojavan you idiot. It's navajo backwards.
ic:

Kryil turned around again and then smiled at the 2 kenavtians looking angrily at him. Then he stuck his middle finger up at him and then took out his knife preparing for a fight. "Hey, assholes, get over here," he yelled.

Jaxson wasn't really interested in what was going on. He was going through some status reports about the country's weather before he heard the comotion. It was something of his nature to go have a look at how the Human Race do their fights and how honourable they were. He went over to where the fight was about to take place and stood watching them. There was no need to intervine for the moment but he felt the breeze flow past his cheek. To the other's, he looked like Van Helsing or a vampire hunter but with a slouch hat and an emu feather.

'What is it with knives these days?' he thought to himself as he stood watching what was about to happen and wondered if he should intervine.

Then Kryil saw a man that look so much like a vampire, but he couldn't do anything. Kryil was to quick and agile for the other man.

"Kenavtians! You were fools to offer a place in this camp for me, a decision that your idiotic government will soon regret," said Kryil and his grin grew wider. Then without a notice, Kryil charged at the 2 kenavtians.

"Knives," started Jaxson as he looked at the charging man. "What happened to the good old fist and martial arts fight? This one has no honour inside of him," concluded Jaxson as he decided he might have to break up the fight in a few minutes.

Hearing the remarks, he threw the knife and it embedded itself into a side of a barrack. Then Kryil jumped and landed a kick into the female kenavtian's face. The kick was hard, and brutal. Kryil went into his killing mode, and almost nothing could stop him.

"Talk about being an idoit," whispered Jaxson as he looked at the knife impaled into the barracks wall. "What's he trying to do? Impress someone?" by now, Jaxson had prepared himself and kept one of his hands in his cloak in case things got worse.

ooc: What's wrong with throwing my knife down?

OOC: Its Jaxson being Jaxson. He's got a different point of view about the situation.

ooc: Ok lolz, Sorry I took it the wrong way, and also kenny and I are RL friends and we are supposed to have a long history of wars.

Hearing the remarks, he threw the knife and it embedded itself into a side of a barrack. Then Kryil jumped and landed a kick into the female kenavtian's face. The kick was hard, and brutal. Kryil went into his killing mode, and almost nothing could stop him.

Jump kicks are impressive, to armatures maybe but Hawk and Ghost both had been waiting for a move like that and a jump kick towards an opponent while another opponent is waiting is just silly. Hawk took one step as the Ojovan moved to attack then planted himself in a classic muay thai ready stance. As the Paratrooper left the ground Hawk grabbed him high across the chest, robbing the kick of its power then flipped the off-balance para trooper across his balanced leg as a knife appeared into his off hand from seemingly nowhere and snaked to the Paratrooper's neck.

"Woh there Cowboy," Said Hawk quietly as the ojovan hit the ground with the knife a millimeter from his neck. "I'd prefer to not have to kill anyone here but if you move that's what'll happen whether I want it too or not."

At the same time Ghost had dropped to one knee and quick-drawn his para ordinance LDA and had it trained on the prone ojovan though he was watching the Kenavtians with a weary eye and trying to keep hold of the picture at large including the oddly garbed but apparently very relaxed man in the corner of his vision.

"Lets all just relax here." Said Ghost not loud but calmly and in a voice that carried. "This is a neutral zone. Your issues can resolve themselves elsewhere."

Kryil was mad, but quickly pushed the gun away and flipped up onto feet, glaring at the 2 older men," Fine, my name is Kryil 101st Airborne Divison, 506th Regiment, E company 2nd Platoon, 1st Sniper Squad, Rank: Captain, over 250 kills in the last kenavtian war, great to meet you kenavtians." Kryil held his hand out but was ready if the kenavtians attacked.

ooc: ITS OJOVAN!!! NOT PARATROOPIAN OR ANYTHING!!! Also Kryil doesn't have very much experience in close hand combat so I guess he will take that class also.

Kryil was mad, but quickly pushed the gun away and flipped up onto feet, glaring at the 2 older men," Fine, my name is Kryil 101st Airborne Divison, 506th Regiment, E company 2nd Platoon, 1st Sniper Squad, Rank: Captain, over 250 kills in the last kenavtian war, great to meet you kenavtians." Kryil held his hand out but was ready if the kenavtians attacked.

ooc: ITS OJOVAN!!! NOT PARATROOPIAN OR ANYTHING!!!
OOC:(ah right, I'm an idiot lol. Um but the guys with the guns standing off about 20 feet. and Hawk (the guys with the knife,) is holding a knife to your guys neck . . .I'll just rep. as if you pushed the knife off rather than the gun.

IC:
"My name's Hawk." Replied Hawk, Taking the hand and shacking it as the knife disappeared back up his sleeve. "And my buddy over there's name is ghost. We're both Woad Raiders, ASD special forces, Elite branch. He's technically ranked as a colonel I believe and I'm a captain but rank doesn't come up much in our line of work. A word of warning though, I have around 90 confirmed kills in non-classified missions and Ghost, over there has around 300 again non-classified, more importantly Ghost doesn't usually play peace keeper so try a stunt like that again and you'll probably find a bullet through your eye and a .50 cal to the head can really ruin your day." Hawk smiled. "No worries though man just try'n keep that temper of yours in check."

Ghost had relaxed slightly and the pistol had gone back into the concealed holster behind his back as he walked over to the group, picking up his and Hawk's dropped gear as he went.

Kryil grinned," Well a bullet in between by eye's might be appreciated by them," he nodded in the direction of the 2 kenavtians." And then he gave his hand to the 2 other soldiers.

ooc: of course classified and unrecorded kills are the same thing.

Kryil grinned," Well a bullet in between by eye's might be appreciated by them," he nodded in the direction of the 2 kenavtians." And then he gave his hand to the 2 other soldiers.

ooc: of course classified and unrecorded kills are the same thing.

OOC: yep

IC:
"No doubt," Hawk said with a wry smile and watched closely to see what would happen between the two groups and to jump in again if need be.
Hawk turned with the Ojovan just to make just no more conflict erupted but Ghost had seen enough and figured that it was probably fine now. Carrying nearly his weight in gear, he walked into the barracks with ease and drop the two sets of gear next to two side by side bunks. Walking back outside he made his way over to the recalcitrant person he had seen before, the oddly dressed one who had remained calm. Not sneaking but falling into his age-old habit of walking quietly he made his way over to the Lynion and said "Hello."

ooc: Thank god! Someone finally got it righ! Also don't worry, unless kenny starts something, I won't hit him.

ooc: Thank god! Someone finally got it righ! Also don't worry, unless kenny starts something, I won't hit him.

OOC: Yah I figured "hawk" on the other hand isn't quite as up to speed lol.

Just to keep myself from hitting brick wall, I'm jut going to say I raided a laundry-bag nearby the instructor barracks...

That and assume that the students are given seprate accomodations.

Kryil was mad, but quickly pushed the gun away and flipped up onto feet, glaring at the 2 older men," Fine, my name is Kryil 101st Airborne Divison, 506th Regiment, E company 2nd Platoon, 1st Sniper Squad, Rank: Captain, over 250 kills in the last kenavtian war, great to meet you kenavtians." Kryil held his hand out but was ready if the kenavtians attacked.
After aquiring a local uniform, Turd returned to the courtyard, and retrieved a knife he saw lodged into a wall...

Must've been some fight... he thought to himself...

While considering this, he noted the Ojavan was firmly planted on the ground, a raider's knee to his chest and a knife to his neck... It was clear who lost this fight...

He heard the loser of the scuffle identify himself, and claim 250 'kills'... He looked rather young, but having experiance with the child-soldiers in the HOI-ranks... it wasn't unbelievable...


He pocketed the knife and then decided to inspect the instructor barracks, which were off-limits to the students... For some reason something didn't seem quite right... He decided to run through the lighting of the barraks and some light dusting, in case his hunch was correct... It sometimes was...

By the time he reached the last row of beds, he gave a quick check underneath them for boots or other observers, and ran his finger across the floor-boards checking for dust. He then stood up, and without turning around replied to his imagined stalker...

"Why, hello thar. Please, have a seat."

He then turned to face the doorway.

Carrying nearly his weight in gear, he walked into the barracks with ease and drop the two sets of gear next to two side by side bunks. Walking back outside he made his way over to the recalcitrant person he had seen before, the oddly dressed one who had remained calm. Not sneaking but falling into his age-old habit of walking quietly he made his way over to the Lynion and said "Hello."
OOC: Since Lyn is outside now, I'll asume this exchange is between us...

Overall notice: Sorry for not posting - my life's gotten hectic over the last couple of days. Glad to see all the posts though!

OOC: Am I allowed to RP a grunt soldier or will I wait this time?

Yes, sure, why not. And here's the quote that's meant to cover all the other ones...

Kryil was mad, but quickly pushed the gun away and flipped up onto feet, glaring at the 2 older men," Fine, my name is Kryil 101st Airborne Divison, 506th Regiment, E company 2nd Platoon, 1st Sniper Squad, Rank: Captain, over 250 kills in the last kenavtian war, great to meet you kenavtians." Kryil held his hand out but was ready if the kenavtians attacked.

William just glared at Kryil as Sam leaned backward and easily avoided the (earlier) kick. "Ojavans..." he swore unintelligently. "You guys killed my brother." He glared at Kryil, waiting to make a move on him. Maybe an left uppercut to his chin? Get him to shut up. Sam moved to stay in front of him, and whispered to him. "Calm down Will. You can show him up later if we do races - or on the shooting range. Those genmods have no freaking souls."

"Interesting day isn't it?" Jaxson replied. "I'm Captain Jaxson, 1st Black Lynion Assassin Regiment and I'm taking classes on marksmanship and weapons training," introduced Jaxson as he didn't said his last name.

OOC: oh, now I get it... But isn't Hawk a student?
Carrying nearly his weight in gear, he walked into the barracks with ease and drop the two sets of gear next to two side by side bunks. Walking back outside he made his way over to the recalcitrant person he had seen before, the oddly dressed one who had remained calm. Not sneaking but falling into his age-old habit of walking quietly he made his way over to the Lynion and said "Hello."
"Interesting day isn't it?" Jaxson replied. "I'm Captain Jaxson, 1st Black Lynion Assassin Regiment and I'm taking classes on marksmanship and weapons training," introduced Jaxson as he didn't said his last name.

Turd finished turning around and saw nothing, well, almost nothing. There was a rucksack lined-up by some beds.

This new arrival didn't seem interested in chatting with me.. he thought, as he noticed chatter right outside the door... It would be a distraction, but he'd have to be careful...

He started to rummage through their things... Papers, documents, whatever...

He silently cursed for not procuring a camera, maybe one of the instructors had one...

In the meantime, he went to work memorizing names of the visiting instructors, what they did, and their service-records or personal lives.

Ruffling through their gear may have been faster, but also much more sloppy and easy to detect, instead, he was content with whatever information was on the surface or easily accessable. He was recently going through local weather reports for some reason...
He also noted the nearby weapons-locker... Locked, naturally...

He also noticed some ballistic-tables for the weapons in the pack -the sign of a sniper- and some papers regarding the IJSF, he gave a quick glance through them, making sure to copy some of them in shorthand, he could expand his notes later.

He then went over to Dimitri's things...

OOC: Not sure if my fellow should realize he's rummaging through the belongings of a vampire, and should I expect to find dirt?

Whilst the 'gang' was busy, a HIJAC Hallmark Private Helicopter just came into the scene hovering over them as Dace and Cronam were ready to depart from the heli onto the ground.
''Wonder whose down there...'' Cronam said to himself while looking out of the helicopter.

William just glared at Kryil as Sam leaned backward and easily avoided the (earlier) kick. "Ojavans..." he swore unintelligently. "You guys killed my brother." He glared at Kryil, waiting to make a move on him. Maybe an left uppercut to his chin? Get him to shut up. Sam moved to stay in front of him, and whispered to him. "Calm down Will. You can show him up later if we do races - or on the shooting range. Those genmods have no freaking souls."

Kryil grinned," show me up? Ha, I'd like to see you try. And no souls? I'll show you some souls," motioning to unzip his fly. Then he spat on the ground, " what was your brother's name? I probaly killed him, I think he was the one pissing out in the open while his men, were fighting hand to hand in the trenches!"

Jaxson went back inside his barracks to find his stuff being looked through. At least his weapons locker bag wasn't touch but his personal belongings were everywhere on the floor and this fueled him with rage. Now this was personal. Even thieves knew that going through a Lynion's personal belongings was a stupid idea. Jaxson found his PDA on the floor and quickly picked it up. His notes were accessed by the thief after he realise the man was on the other side of the room looking through another instructor's belongings. At least his personal information was encrypted in his native language. However, his personal profile about his life was attempted including his family and friends. Jaxson placed his slouch hat and his cloak on his bed before walking over to the thief. The thief hadn't seen him yet now heard him.

'Maggot,' Jaxson thought.

His cybernetic feet tapped on the wooden floor for a second. Jaxson bent down and took the thief shirt and threw him across the barracks towards the door. It wasn't over at the moment. Without warning, Jaxson picked him up again and threw him out the door and onto the ground. His eyes were focused on the thief on the ground as he turned him over with the thief's face and body facing up. Jaxson firmly planted his foot against the theif's chest and pulled out his semi-automatic pistol from his belt. It was pointed directly at the theif's head and Jaxson seemed calm and relax.

"Now shut the f*ck up," snapped Jaxson as his fangs lengthed while he didn't move the position of his pistol. "Now I'm for one don't enjoy people going through my personal belongings, accessing files, looking at my past, viewing notes and copying my notes," stated an enraged Jaxson as he made his claws started to dig into the theif's chest. "If we were in Lynion, you would've being feed to bull wolves (Cross breed of a Pit Bull and a Mountain Wolf) and I can say it right now, it would've being a very slow and increidbly painful death. However, I'm going to confiscate what notes you copied and what you got about me and if you keep anything from me, I will find out. If I ever find out you went through someone's else personal belongings, I'll make your life a living nightmare. You got me scum?" snapped Jaxson. He was ready to put a bullet through the thief's head if he made any attempts or signs of resistance.


OOC: Going through his personal belongings and this happens. Also IJSF isn't a recorded force in Lynion and it isn't recongised or accepted by them. For now, IJSF was seen as cowards by the Lynion's.

OOC: Lynion, he a Lycan or Vampire? Just to clarify, of course.

Dimitri, having seen the conflict's end through, made his way silently back to his classroom where he would be teaching his lecture on Political Science. Fumbling through his pocket for the key, he unlocked the door and flung it open, securing it in place with a wooden door jam. Making his way inside, he flipped on the lights and gathered up a few materials he would be using to teach his class.

Cronam departed the heli first, followed by his brother, and headed down to the Barracks to discover a theif pinned on the ground... Which was the opposite of what Dace had thought he would see. Cronam was use to it since he beats the living hell out of people for fun.
''Well, I can tell I am already going to have fun!'' Cronam said while stopping by the Barracks door to watch.

''Kìù dé ßìätché!'' Cronam yelled out in the language of Raeline, one of many languages in Hallmark. Cronam knew 19 of them.

OOC: Looks like a Scandinavian or Southeastern European Language, by the characters.

Kryil grinned," show me up? Ha, I'd like to see you try. And no souls? I'll show you some souls," motioning to unzip his fly. Then he spat on the ground, " what was your brother's name? I probaly killed him, I think he was the one pissing out in the open while his men, were fighting hand to hand in the trenches!"
OOC: yah Hawk and Ghost both are students.
IC:
"Hey!" Said hawk as knives appeared in both his hands from his sleeves. "Enough! Now everyone out of here. You wanna settle this, settle it elsewhere."

Ghost followed Jaxson into the barracks and watched as he went to town on the thief.
Huh, Thought ghost to himself. Now he's a weapons trainer but he's also good at hand to hand huh. And possibly a vampire, this should be interesting. Ghost watched for a second longer then walked up next to the Vampire.
"And your teaching marksmanship?" He asked. "I'm impressed, I look forward to your classes jaxson."
He looked over at his and Hawk's stuff only to see that they had been untouched. He looked at the man pinned to the ground.
"Much as you may not believe it, you lucked out here. If you'd gone through my stuff you'd currently be chocking to death as your lungs filed with fluid from the binary agent you probably would have released." He said matter of factly. "Better not attempt any more part-time spying while we're here."

Ruffling through their gear may have been faster, but also much more sloppy and easy to detect, instead, he was content with whatever information was on the surface or easily accessable. He was recently going through local weather reports for some reason...
He also noted the nearby weapons-locker... Locked, naturally...

Jaxson went back inside his barracks to find his stuff being looked through. At least his weapons locker bag wasn't touch but his personal belongings were everywhere on the floor and this fueled him with rage. Now this was personal. Even thieves knew that going through a Lynion's personal belongings was a stupid idea.
True, trifling through someone else's stuff when they're just outside the door is pretty boneheaded... Though you seem to have OOCly misunderstood how he went through your stuff, simply opening a container, peeking inside, and closing it is something far less invasive than throwing it on the floor.

Course, vampires and such may be secretive by nature and insanely observant of details, and smells... so I suppose a man who just walked through the woods for a day or two would leave some sign... (see intro post)

Jaxson found his PDA on the floor and quickly picked it up. His notes were accessed by the thief after he realise the man was on the other side of the room looking through another instructor's belongings. At least his personal information was encrypted in his native language. However, his personal profile about his life was attempted including his family and friends. Jaxson placed his slouch hat and his cloak on his bed before walking over to the thief. The thief hadn't seen him yet now heard him.

'Maggot,' Jaxson thought.

His cybernetic feet tapped on the wooden floor for a second. Jaxson bent down and took the thief shirt and threw him across the barracks towards the door. It wasn't over at the moment. Without warning, Jaxson picked him up again and threw him out the door and onto the ground. His eyes were focused on the thief on the ground as he turned him over with the thief's face and body facing up. Jaxson firmly planted his foot against the theif's chest and pulled out his semi-automatic pistol from his belt. It was pointed directly at the theif's head and Jaxson seemed calm and relax.

"Now shut the f*ck up," snapped Jaxson as his fangs lengthed while he didn't move the position of his pistol. "Now I'm for one don't enjoy people going through my personal belongings, accessing files, looking at my past, viewing notes and copying my notes," stated an enraged Jaxson as he made his claws started to dig into the theif's chest. "If we were in Lynion, you would've being feed to bull wolves and I can say it right now, it would've being a very slow and increidbly painful death. However, I'm going to confiscate what notes you copied and what you got about me and if you keep anything from me, I will find out. If I ever find out you went through someone's else personal belongings, I'll make your life a living nightmare. You got me scum?" snapped Jaxson. He was ready to put a bullet through the thief's head if he made any attempts or signs of resistance.
"Nice to meet you too..." Turd said, fairly sarcasticly, with a twing of pain as his assailaint's fingernails tore into his chest like claws... wait... those were claws... f-u-ck...

He pulled out a single sheet of crumpled notes, in some illegiable 'chickenscratch', easily considered utter gibberish, and a crude drawing of a butterfly, and gave it to his instructor.

"Isn't espionge the entire point of this shindig? We kinda wanted to know who, or in this case, what, would be attending this fine class..."

He didn't seem too concerned -in pain, yes- but he knew he wasn't really doing anything worth getting killed for. And so he acted as if this sort of conversation was normal.

"And your teaching marksmanship?" He asked. "I'm impressed, I look forward to your classes jaxson."
He looked over at his and Hawk's stuff only to see that they had been untouched. He looked at the man pinned to the ground.
"Much as you may not believe it, you lucked out here. If you'd gone through my stuff you'd currently be chocking to death as your lungs filed with fluid from the binary agent you probably would have released." He said matter of factly. "Better not attempt any more part-time spying while we're here."

"So, you're the one teaching Marksmanship? I'd have guessed counter-intellegence..."

He then looked down, and noticed a thin trickle of blood...

"Mind loosening your grip a little, 'Mr Jaxson'?"

OOC: Going through his personal belongings and this happens. Also IJSF isn't a recorded force in Lynion and it isn't recongised or accepted by them. For now, IJSF was seen as cowards by the Lynion's.
OOC: Oh... hmm... Somewhere I got the impression that.. oh nevermind...
He's also hoping the Kenavt Uniform would afford him some leniancy as some overly-curious MP.

Also wondering how Sam+Will would react to seeing your vampire flinging one of his MPs around the base...

Not a shining-moment for your public-relations...

OOC: Looks like a Scandinavian or Southeastern European Language, by the characters.

OOC: Yeah its Latin based, Scandinavian characters, and Greek format.
(It means,"Kill the bitch!")

OOC: Cool. Good to see my language identification skills are still in good order, lol.

OOC: Lol. What would have been crazy is if you said,"Scandinavian, Latin, and what looks like Greek." Now that would have been luck!

"That's the whole idea," stated Jaxson as he removed his claws and placed his pistol in his holster. "You cover your tracks, watch your ass and make sure people don't notice you. If you ignore all three, or even one, your enemies will be on your hid quicker than you can react," contiuned Jaxson as he stepped back from the man. "Now, remember what I said and for g*d's sake if you want to know something about my classes just ask me," concluded Jaxson as he noticed the man on the other side shouting out something. "What happened to English?" he muttered.

He was about to leave when he remembered the other bloke nearby.

"I teach marksmanship and weapons training," stated Jaxson as he looked at Ghost. "I'm also an experience martial arts instructor but I'm not teaching that here. I'm taking your a student right?"



OOC: Jaxson is a vampire but he does have some werewolf traits in him. He has werewolf strength from his father who was a werewolf and his mother was a vampire.

OOC: Interesting, lol. Is he visibly a werewolf/vampire, or in a "disguised human form?"

"What happened to English?" he muttered.

"Nothing.... I'm just use to speaking to Raelinians and Hallmark people that I slipped out a language..." Cronam said now noticed only one person understood what he said, his brother beside him.

"Marksmanship teacher, aye? Well that is neat to know after you just completed what you did..... Martial Arts seams more like the class you need to be teaching, which I am not saying you suck at Marksmanship. To be true, I really never seen you with a gun... You mind showing us exactly how good you are in Marksmanship??" Cronam said as Dace wondered off, over to the HIJAC Helicopter to give the pilot 112 Tokkens and to tell him he can leave now.

"That's the whole idea," stated Jaxson as he removed his claws and placed his pistol in his holster. "You cover your tracks, watch your ass and make sure people don't notice you. If you ignore all three, or even one, your enemies will be on your hid quicker than you can react," contiuned Jaxson as he stepped back from the man. "Now, remember what I said and for g*d's sake if you want to know something about my classes just ask me," concluded Jaxson as he noticed the man on the other side shouting out something. "What happened to English?" he muttered.

He was about to leave when he remembered the other bloke nearby.

"I teach marksmanship and weapons training," stated Jaxson as he looked at Ghost. "I'm also an experience martial arts instructor but I'm not teaching that here. I'm taking your a student right?"



OOC: Jaxson is a vampire but he does have some werewolf traits in him. He has werewolf strength from his father who was a werewolf and his mother was a vampire.
"Yah I'm a student," Replied Ghost. "Though a not a total newbie. The name's Robert Hathcock but I go by ghost. I'm A member of the ASD Woad Raiders and you appear to be some sort of vampire? You lynion? Bye the way, I'd be interested in that marksmanship display as well." Ghost Walked to his gear, and after a couple of seconds was holding a sniper rifle, completely assembled, across one arm.

OOC: Jaxson is a vampire but he does have some werewolf traits in him. He has werewolf strength from his father who was a werewolf and his mother was a vampire.
OOC: 'Bout time Frankenstein's monster got the two together again...'

IC:
"Actually, I was hoping that between Hawk, Kryil, Will, and Sam that enough of a diversion was available to make a quick in-out and to case the barracks for easier entry at a better time... Must've gotten careless, considering what the subjects are."

He paused for a moment...

"Do you think Kryil noticed I took one of his knives yet?" He chuckled at the kid's arrogance in spite of being outnumbered and in what could easily be considered hostile territory.

Likewise, if "Hawk" knew that "Furgy" was working for the Hurtians... Similar conflicts would occur...

"I will just admit right now, I am no good at Marksmanship, Jaxson could beat me in Sniping. But if we include RPG-7s, Enryxes, Landmines, Hand Grenades, M-16 Grenade Launchers, and basically any explosive or Grenade Launcher then I am just years more educated. Trust me." Cronam said as, once again, Dace wonders off and thinks about how a Vampire would make fertile offspring with a Werewolf.

Jaxson wasn't enraged about the others. He quietly went back and opened up his weapon locker and pulled out his sniper rifle. It was beauty with some customised parts including the rags around the weapon. The leather strap fit nicely around his shoulders as he took with him a single magazine of 6 armour piecing rounds.

"I use a SIG-Sauer SSG 3000 MK2 sniper rifle which is gassed powered," stated Jaxson as he looked at the group that formed around him. "I cover my rifle with a rag. The idea is to avoid the sun light from reflecting off your weapon which gives your position away," added Jaxson as he listened to their questions as one asked him about instructing martial arts. "The martial arts I was raised up with and use is hard to train with and it takes longer than how long I have you for," answered Jaxson as another asked him about his nation. "Yes, I'm from Lynion but I'm a cross-breed of werewolf and vampire which can add traits. I may be a vampire by nature, but I have werewolf strength along with excellent sight," answered Jaxson. "I don't mind the questions all being asked about personal life is off limits," before turning to the student that asked him about his teaching skills. "I've got more marksman kills than anything else I've used to take a life during wars. As a marksman on the battlefield, you only have a split second to decide your target. If you take any longer, then your at risk of becoming KIA,"

OOC: 'Bout time Frankenstein's monster got the two together again...'

IC:
"Actually, I was hoping that between Hawk, Kryil, Will, and Sam that enough of a diversion was available to make a quick in-out and to case the barracks for easier entry at a better time... Must've gotten careless, considering what the subjects are."

He paused for a moment...

"Do you think Kryil noticed I took one of his knives yet?" He chuckled at the kid's arrogance in spite of being outnumbered and in what could easily be considered hostile territory.

Likewise, if "Hawk" knew that "Furgy" was working for the Hurtians... Similar conflicts would occur...
OOC: wait do we have a conflict?

Jaxson wasn't enraged about the others. He quietly went back and opened up his weapon locker and pulled out his sniper rifle. It was beauty with some customised parts including the rags around the weapon. The leather strap fit nicely around his shoulders as he took with him a single magazine of 6 armour piecing rounds.

"I use a SIG-Sauer SSG 3000 MK2 sniper rifle which is gassed powered," stated Jaxson as he looked at the group that formed around him. "I cover my rifle with a rag. The idea is to avoid the sun light from reflecting off your weapon which gives your position away," added Jaxson as he listened to their questions as one asked him about instructing martial arts. "The martial arts I was raised up with and use is hard to train with and it takes longer than how long I have you for," answered Jaxson as another asked him about his nation. "Yes, I'm from Lynion but I'm a cross-breed of werewolf and vampire which can add traits. I may be a vampire by nature, but I have werewolf strength along with excellent sight," answered Jaxson. "I don't mind the questions all being asked about personal life is off limits," before turning to the student that asked him about his teaching skills. "I've got more marksman kills than anything else I've used to take a life during wars. As a marksman on the battlefield, you only have a split second to decide your target. If you take any longer, then your at risk of becoming KIA,"
"Fair enough, I use a modified Scimitar Tactical Rifle for relatively short ranges or a .50-caliber McMillan Brothers Tac-50 rifle for longer ones. This is the scimitar, though I like it more than the Tac-50 for anything within range." Replied Ghost.
" Instead of Rags I use Carbon blacking," He said pointing to the darkened metal of his rifle. "Care to go out to the range? Its been all of three days since I shot anything at all and I could use some practice."
Hawk pulled cartridges from his ruck and placed them in a smaller bag with the rest of his sniping gear. "Comming?" he asked as he moved for the door

"The range is for rookies who don't know what a weapon is," replied Jaxson. "Its perfectly still and doesn't resemble the true purpose of war. How about going hunting for deer and crap like that?"

"I wouldn't mind joining, but I don't think they would allow me to use my customized 850 Neumone Enryx Grenade Launcher at the Range....." Cronam said realizing his skills would have to wait.

"Or hunting...... I would blow a deer to shreds..." He continued.

"The range is for rookies who don't know what a weapon is," replied Jaxson. "Its perfectly still and doesn't resemble the true purpose of war. How about going hunting for deer and crap like that?"

"definitely" Said Hawk with a wide grin. "you up for it?"
He turned to the grenadier. "Yah might be a bit of overkill. You should talk to Hawk, outside. He's my partner and has a certain, um , affinity for things that are explosive. Though his weapon of choice is a DMR.

"Ah! Okay. I will indeed talk to him." Cronam said as he walked over to Hawk. "Hello there!"


(OOC: got to sleep soon...)

"Ah! Okay. I will indeed talk to him." Cronam said as he walked over to Hawk. "Hello there!"


(OOC: got to sleep soon...)

OOC: sleep good, No worries it'll still be here in the mornin lol

OOC:OOC: Can you read this? <----- Can you read this.

"Fair enough," replied Jaxson as he looked at Ghost. "Do you know how to skin a deer and clean it?"

"Fair enough," replied Jaxson as he looked at Ghost. "Do you know how to skin a deer and clean it?"

"yes, sir." Replied Ghost. "I've got a knife in my ruck along with two days worth of food and water and a ghille suit. Some other goodies as well but that'll about do. Any suggestion on how to make this more challenging? I mean hunting deer is tough and all but not really that hard with military spec. gear."

"I'm not due to start classes for three days," started Jaxson as he removed his scope. "I want to see how good your marksmanship is so I'll act as your spotter for the first two kills. Don't take any food rations just water. We'll eat what we kill and the bury the bones. Sounds fair?" Jaxson asked.

"I'm not due to start classes for three days," started Jaxson as he removed his scope. "I want to see how good your marksmanship is so I'll act as your spotter for the first two kills. Don't take any food rations just water. We'll eat what we kill and the bury the bones. Sounds fair?" Jaxson asked.
"Definitely fair." Replied Ghost fairly psyched about getting to hunt and even more about getting to hunt with an expert marksman. He rummaged through the ruck and ditched all of his Rations. He then slung the rifle across his back with the pack. "You good to go now? Or should we be waiting until later?"

"As long you don't mind going hunting for two days," replied Jaxson as he cleaned his scope before putting it into a side pocket. "We'll go when your ready," finished Jaxson. He didn't mind going to teach the boy how to perfect his marksman skills. Jaxson was taking two days water and three flasks that kept his lust for blood at bay including two 12 clip magazines which was more than enough for the hunt.

"As long you don't mind going hunting for two days," replied Jaxson as he cleaned his scope before putting it into a side pocket. "We'll go when your ready," finished Jaxson. He didn't mind going to teach the boy how to perfect his marksman skills. Jaxson was taking two days water and three flasks that kept his lust for blood at bay including two 12 clip magazines which was more than enough for the hunt.
OOC:how do you wanna do this?
"Definitely not. Its been way to long since I did any good hunting." Replied Ghost. "I'm good to go right away." Ghost looked over his rifle then grabbed his cleaning equipment and added it to the ruck in place of the food. He then went to the door and held it open for the instructor.

snip


"Um... I hope I'm not barging into this conversation, but I was hoping I could check out the classrooms and meet the teachers before we start," said Kryil, then noticing a man in the kenavtian uniform," um, are you really kenavtian? You look alittle Hurtian but I don't know."

OOC: I am back.

''So Hawk, how good are ya in Explosives?'' Cronam said as he noticed that Jaxson and Ghost were going without food.

OOC: I am back.

''So Hawk, how good are ya in Explosives?'' Cronam said as he noticed that Jaxson and Ghost were going without food.

"Not my greatest specialty," Replied Hawk with a grin as he realized the tensions we're over "But I gotta admit I really do like them. The last time I got to use my XM-25 I may have gone a little overboard though and ghost told me he'd shoot me if I used an MGL again. I'm sort of the Demo and backup guy for Ghost while he snipes. My favorite compound is a nitrocellulose I cooked up, though Mercury Fulminate can be ALOT of fun too or ANFO if I can't get a hold of anything else."

William continued his scowl of Kryil (OOC: unless he walked away) and then opened the door to his Aston Martin DBS and started it up with a roar. With tires squealing, it went and came within a foot of running Kryil over, as Will demonstrated his mastery of driving. He turned around and parked in front of Kryil, lowered the window, and whispered. "Genmods don't have souls. How can they, if they aren't even human?"

Kryil grinned again," yeah, are you that sure I don't have a soul? You know what? I'm getting really pissed and I really want to break your neck right now, but I'll tell you what, let's have a race, if I win you stop with your stupid comments, if you win, I'll give you my paycheck."
ooc: I might change my offer because I can't think of anything less severe.

Kryil grinned again," yeah, are you that sure I don't have a soul? You know what? I'm getting really pissed and I really want to break your neck right now, but I'll tell you what, let's have a race, if I win you stop with your stupid comments, if you win, I'll give you my paycheck."
ooc: I might change my offer because I can't think of anything less severe.

OOC: Whatever, sounds good.

IC:

"Sure, sounds good." William extended his hand out and revved his engine. "Water, land, air, whatever vehicle you want. You name it. Offroading, jetskiing, Cessnas, drag strip - whatever. If you win, which you won't, you'll get my paycheck for a month. Dunno what you'd buy with it though, because your whole life you'll just spend in a military company." William smiled.

"Drag strip, where ever, doesn't matter, has to be gravel, with a twist though, how bout 1 turn, very sharp, 92 degree angle?" said Kryil jogging to his F1 Mclaren.

"Drag strip, where ever, doesn't matter, has to be gravel, with a twist though, how bout 1 turn, very sharp, 92 degree angle?" said Kryil jogging to his F1 Mclaren.

OOC: WOAH! MCLAREN? Randomness to the max...

IC:

William sped up to slowly go next to Kryil as he climbed in his car. "You've got a McLaren? How'd you get it in here... I mean, well, that's not fair, not really. My Aston's in a different league - of style and elegance, not raw power. Why don't we use Daihatsu Terios (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daihatsu_Terios#Second_generation), a good off-roading vehicle, and we race on forest floor?" He questioned. Let's try something a little off road.

OOC:how do you wanna do this?
"Definitely not. Its been way to long since I did any good hunting." Replied Ghost. "I'm good to go right away." Ghost looked over his rifle then grabbed his cleaning equipment and added it to the ruck in place of the food. He then went to the door and held it open for the instructor.

"Right lets go," smiled Jaxson as he started for the wilderness alongside Ghost. "You do realise where's there plant eater's their's meat eaters? I'll be watching your back when we go hunting. If things get bad and you want to pull out, your allowed to. We'll say things got a out of hand during the hunt,"

"Um... I hope I'm not barging into this conversation, but I was hoping I could check out the classrooms and meet the teachers before we start," said Kryil, then noticing a man in the kenavtian uniform," um, are you really kenavtian? You look a little Hurtian but I don't know."
William continued his scowl of Kryil (OOC: unless he walked away) and then opened the door to his Aston Martin DBS and started it up with a roar. With tires squealing, it went and came within a foot of running Kryil over, as Will demonstrated his mastery of driving. He turned around and parked in front of Kryil, lowered the window, and whispered. "Genmods don't have souls. How can they, if they aren't even human?"
OOC: nice interuption, and no, he's neither, I employ internationally in order to avoid such embarrassing conversations.

IC
Turd noticed the Genmod -who apparently had seen enough locals to tell who's an imposter- having his almost undivided attention waylayed by childish taunting...

"Sharp, shiny, or on fire..." he quietly said to himself...

He then went back to where he traded gear over at the laundry-hamper, and greeted the soldier he had tied up and gagged in the corner... Skull bashed in, and quite limp...

He pulled out the knife Kryil had left behind, and proceeded to kill and desecrate the soldier, finishing by stuffing the poor fellow's genitils in his mouth. He then washed-up and made sure to leave the knife nearby, but poorly hidden. And buried the corpse under dirty uniforms.

He then changed back to his regular clothes, which had been through the wash, and made his way back to the student's barracks. Now all he had to do was limit his contact to Hawk, Will, Dimitri, and Sam without being recognized by Jaxson, Ghost, or Kryil. That sounded easy enough, as Jaxson and ghost had already left for two days, and Kryil wasn't too well trusted by Will.

And so, he proceeded into the student's barracks and slid his gear under a cot. He then searched the place for bugs, arthropodic, electronic, or otherwise. Afterwards, he would check the rifle range, see about procuring and sighting-in some firearms, and maybe meeting some of the lesser students.

ooc: kenny I hate off road, you offered I accepted, we are dragging.

ooc: kenny I hate off road, you offered I accepted, we are dragging.

OOC: Just respond ICly. And what I meant was it's off-road 'dragging', although a drag strip doesn't really have a turn in it, that's why it's called a 'strip', and not something else.

ooc: kenny I hate off road, you offered I accepted, we are dragging.
Real men settle their differences with a foot-race... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv_9r_Uh5no)

"Right lets go," smiled Jaxson as he started for the wilderness alongside Ghost. "You do realise where's there plant eater's their's meat eaters? I'll be watching your back when we go hunting. If things get bad and you want to pull out, your allowed to. We'll say things got a out of hand during the hunt,"

"Fair enough," replied Ghost. "Though I'm fairly sure pulling out wont be an issue. Speaking of which do you have a map of this place?" he asked as the pair reached the edge of the wilderness.

Ghost unsung his rifle, not holding with both hands and adjusted the backpack slightly then moved quietly into the forest.

"Take this," offered Jaxson as he handed Ghost a small device. "It has the map of the wilderness and the shortest route back to the camp should something go wrong. There's a watering hole just 3 kilometre's into the forest. We'll stop at 400 metres from the watering hole and take up positions," briefed Jaxson. "Stay down wind and they won't pick up our scent. I'll go up into the tree's and try and spot our targets. Remember, if things get too bad or you can't handle it, we can bail. The idoitic thing is take part in a fight you know you can't win. I'll have 360 degree's view and I'll be able to cover you,"

"Take this," offered Jaxson as he handed Ghost a small device. "It has the map of the wilderness and the shortest route back to the camp should something go wrong. There's a watering hole just 3 kilometre's into the forest. We'll stop at 400 metres from the watering hole and take up positions," briefed Jaxson. "Stay down wind and they won't pick up our scent. I'll go up into the tree's and try and spot our targets. Remember, if things get too bad or you can't handle it, we can bail. The idoitic thing is take part in a fight you know you can't win. I'll have 360 degree's view and I'll be able to cover you,"
"Done and Done" Replied Ghost, "and I'll keep that in mind." He broke the trail into the wilderness but very, very quietly. When he had too, Ghost really could live up to his namesake and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of his breathing. He was moving slowly for now, though, both to avoid angering any of the native wildlife and so that they could get to the watering hole without disrupting any of the local prey. Soon enough, though, the pair reached the small, shrub covered hillock about three hundred meters from the watering hole. Staying downwind and moving at the same slow but quiet speed, Ghost began setting up, take the Gillie blanket out from his ruck and draping it across himself before setting into position. Soon he was hunkered down in a prone position and all but invisible from the watering hole Rifle at the ready and dialed in to the wind conditions and relatively short range.

Jaxson

Jaxson nodded his head quietly and kept his distance from Ghost. This wasn't the first time he gone out hunting though, he missed when he was 12. The forest made him remember the days when he was required to hunt down a male bull wolverine with only a Lee Enfield and only one clip of ten bullets. That was the days when that was called a hunt. As they were 400 metres from the watering hole, Jaxson came across an oak tree and quickly darted up the tree for a better view. He kept his rifle handed as he fitted his scope to the rifle while taking mental notes about the area.

'What a beauty,' thought Jaxson to himself as he watched a male deer arrive at the watering hole with its young one. 'I hope Ghost is a good shoot or I'll have to get this one,' Jaxson kept his finger off the trigger and watched the deer through his scope. He aimed the crosshair at the younger one and waited.

Edward

Razor was his nickname though, he only let his friends call him by that name. The others called him Captain Edward Kingland or Captain Kingland. Razor had just walked from a direction and checked in with the base guards. There was nothing new with him. However, to the others, they would notice instead of pistols, rifles, shotguns and magazines, his belt had a number of bayonets and a samuri sword under his cloak. His belongings were light as he went past by the students and the others in the compound while heading to the barracks he was staying in. From what he heard, he was in the same barracks as Jaxson Edwards. This gave him relief as he had hope he would meet a fellow Lynion. He quickly dropped his bags onto his bed and went outside as he surveyed the base from his view.

Jaxson

Jaxson nodded his head quietly and kept his distance from Ghost. This wasn't the first time he gone out hunting though, he missed when he was 12. The forest made him remember the days when he was required to hunt down a male bull wolverine with only a Lee Enfield and only one clip of ten bullets. That was the days when that was called a hunt. As they were 400 metres from the watering hole, Jaxson came across an oak tree and quickly darted up the tree for a better view. He kept his rifle handed as he fitted his scope to the rifle while taking mental notes about the area.

'What a beauty,' thought Jaxson to himself as he watched a male deer arrive at the watering hole with its young one. 'I hope Ghost is a good shoot or I'll have to get this one,' Jaxson kept his finger off the trigger and watched the deer through his scope. He aimed the crosshair at the younger one and waited.

Edward

Razor was his nickname though, he only let his friends call him by that name. The others called him Captain Edward Kingland or Captain Kingland. Razor had just walked from a direction and checked in with the base guards. There was nothing new with him. However, to the others, they would notice instead of pistols, rifles, shotguns and magazines, his belt had a number of bayonets and a samuri sword under his cloak. His belongings were light as he went past by the students and the others in the compound while heading to the barracks he was staying in. From what he heard, he was in the same barracks as Jaxson Edwards. This gave him relief as he had hope he would meet a fellow Lynion. He quickly dropped his bags onto his bed and went outside as he surveyed the base from his view.
Ghost
All mine, Thought ghost to himself. He breathed slowly once, twice, then Fired at the male dear. A single round traveled straight and true from the barrel of Ghost's rifle into the left eye of the deer. As it went down, hard, Ghost tracked right to the young that was trailing it. He fired the second shot instinctively, not waiting to see if the Lynion had shot. He was entirely calm, in the "gray" a state of mind where his shooting was entirely instinctual. Ghost shot best at black, A state of pure calm but this would work for hunting deer just fine and the second round transfixed the young deers right eye though by that point it may have already been dead.

Hawk
Hawk had, in short, gotten bored of the argument between the Kenvatians and the Ojavan. He wandered into the barracks and began unpacking his stuff. Soon, he was working over his XM-18 and storing various arms in a locker under his bed though his knives stayed secreted about his clothing. Hawk also set three small traps around his belongings. Anyone attempting to go through his gear would meet some particularly nasty side-effects.

OOC: Ok guys! Class starts tommorrow for me!

OOC: Ok guys! Class starts tommorrow for me!

Sounds good, since 101st has the ability to do everything BUT post in this thread. We'll just leave the discussion and let you take over.

ooc: You know how busy I've been? I'm GMing my own thread right now. But lets postpone the race.

OOC: Thanks. Well, my internet's being going "Let's be a bitch and go f*cking slow" for the past three days or so, so I won't be able to post anything realy big until it's fixed. Secondly, I hate to threadjack again, kinda, but any of you have even the slightest idea that it could be? Only two things I can think of is the fact I increased the bandwidth allocation on SecondLife, and I started playing a game called Wurm Online; which usually results in me losing connection about 5 seconds after I log in.

Wurm Online? What the heck is that... and SecondLife always sounded kinda... I dunno. Bad. I would just get rid of them.

OK, 101st, make an IC post saying that you postpone the race. OOC isn't quite good enough.

William drove into a parking space, and climbed out. Literally, the DBS was small. "So it's settled then," he looked around at Sam and the others and walked over to her. "Tomorrow, maybe?" He sent off a parting comment to Kryil and then murmured to her something as they headed off to the barracks to get settled. Climbing into the only one in the area, Sam put her stuff underneath Will's bottom bunk bed as she climbed up onto the top part of the bunk bed. William, meanwhile, as curious as ever, noticed a person over in the corner (OOC: Turd or Razor or whoever wants to be it). "Hey!" he called over. "Welcome to Kenavt!"

OOC: Falk, feel free to start your class anytime.

He sent off a parting comment to Kryil and then murmured to her something as they headed off to the barracks to get settled. Climbing into the only one in the area, Sam put her stuff underneath Will's bottom bunk bed as she climbed up onto the top part of the bunk bed. William, meanwhile, as curious as ever, noticed a person over in the corner "Hey!" he called over. "Welcome to Kenavt!"

"Oh, hey, yeah... I hope I'm not late... Security kinda, um... didn't believe I had a resservation..." Furgusson mumbled as he gestured to the dirty clothes he walked onto the base with, which he was now wearing...

After making a second check that his few possessions were secured -with the briefcase in particular, he made motions as if setting a trap, and then locked it shut, and finally had it chained to the bedframe- and then started walking outside, paused in mid-stide and asked to the rest of the occupants:

"I'm heading to the rifle-range, wanna come with?"

"Sure." Sam shrugged as William nodded, then he spoke.

"I hope they have guns there, we didn't really bring anything." They walked out of the barracks after locking their stuff with a combination lock underneath the bed. "That probably won't do it, but oh well," murmured Sam as they headed out the door and followed Turd.

OOC: Will do. It seems my net has stabilized slightly, just enough to where I can actually get my provider window open, lol. I'll get started soon, likely tommorrow.

"Interesting place you have here," Edward replied as he watched William. "I presume there's a gruage between you and the bloke from the 101st Paratrooper's or whatever it's called," Edward said as he carefully viewed his surroundings.

OOC: Will post class tommorrow. See OOC thread.

Ivan Randolf walked up to the security checkpoint and asked they let him through. He began to argue with the guards, who would not let him through.

ooc: wow, one line intro?

OOC: Just calm down, 101st. And Zanzi: just let your guy through.

Jaxson watched as the two deer's were shot by Ghost in a split second. It impressed him but like he said before, where the plant eaters roam, a meat eater will surely arrive at the scent of blood. He started to scan the water hole keeping a close eye on Ghost's movements and his intension's.

'Did a good job,' thought Jaxson to himself with a pleasing smile. 'Now, where is the meat eater?'

Jaxson scanned again and finally noticed some movement in the bushes near the watering hole. He carefully scanned it for a moment wondering what was going to happen. The creature was small, looked to be quick and possibly fast. Maybe a cheetah of some kind or a wolf. If it was a wolf, then a pack of them is surely to be close by. He looked through his scope again and his fears were confirmed. A large grey wolf appeared out of the bushes and went over to the male deer. Jaxson noticed movement coming towards Ghost.

'Com'n Ghost, move it,' thought Jaxson as he had his finger on the trigger at the ready to make the shoots.

Jaxson watched as the two deer's were shot by Ghost in a split second. It impressed him but like he said before, where the plant eaters roam, a meat eater will surely arrive at the scent of blood. He started to scan the water hole keeping a close eye on Ghost's movements and his intension's.

'Did a good job,' thought Jaxson to himself with a pleasing smile. 'Now, where is the meat eater?'

Jaxson scanned again and finally noticed some movement in the bushes near the watering hole. He carefully scanned it for a moment wondering what was going to happen. The creature was small, looked to be quick and possibly fast. Maybe a cheetah of some kind or a wolf. If it was a wolf, then a pack of them is surely to be close by. He looked through his scope again and his fears were confirmed. A large grey wolf appeared out of the bushes and went over to the male deer. Jaxson noticed movement coming towards Ghost.

'Com'n Ghost, move it,' thought Jaxson as he had his finger on the trigger at the ready to make the shoots.
Following the two shots, Ghost had broken cover and began moving, slowly and in a crouch, towards the two deer carcasses. Seconds later, though, he spotted the wolf moving out of the woods. Shit He thought to himself. where there's one wolf, he looked into the woods peering for any slight movement in an attempt to make out-- and yah there was another. Hoping that Jaxson had the other wolf in his sights, Ghost unslung the Scimitar slowly and lined up on the second wolf he'd seen. The single shot rang out and one wolf went down with a bullet between its eyes. ghost broke cover again, trusting Jaxson to take the other Wolf and began moving, fast now, for the two deer.

OOC:
IRL, wolf-packs consist of 6 or more, I'm guessing you just shot the beta-male; that just makes them angry.

OTOH, wolves have generally learned to fear humans. Well, not so much the humans as the almighty pickup truck... They haven't learned how to bite through an aluminum/steel chassis yet...

ooc: wow, one line intro?
OOC: I feel overjoyed that I have been honored by the king of one-liners :p
IC:
Eventualy the guards realised their mistake and apologised, letting Ivan through. The albino entered the complex in a very sour mood, evidently not happy to be in the place. He took a quick survey of the place, noting anything that looked interesting before shouting,"Hey wheres the fuggin welcome wagon? I'm waitin here, and would like to get rid of this bag I've been lugging around all day."

ooc: Find an OP that I used a one liner in. Can't find one? Oh too bad.

may I join?

Hmmm....

USS Carnage:

Captain Wesley was patrolling the 101st 4H border. Suddenly he saw the lining of a torpedo heading straight towards the 4H patrol ship.

"RADIO THEM NOW!!! They have a torpedo coming Port side! Their going to be hit!" yelled the captain.

"Sir we can't establish contact!" yelled the radio man.

"DO SOMETHING PEOPLE!!! A ship is going to be blown to bits and we aren't going to just sit here and watch! Send out the life boats!" yelled the Captain back.

Almost... wasn't very good.

ooc: only 200 crew?

Dunno if that'll count as an opening post, but oh well, throw it in for good measure.

John woke up. What the hell just happened? His head hurt and he ached all over. He still had his stolen MP5K from the last attack. The saw 2 people talking and went over. "Hey I'm John, whats your name?", asked John.

OOc: I'm talking to Mt btw.


And here's this. A two-liner (same as Zanzi) except you had an OOC tag.

Not a bad compilation, OK I think, considering I wasn't trying that hard.

EDIT: I just found this.

To: Soviet Aissur
From: John Winters, Dictator of the 101st Paratroopers

We are asking you to please release our diplomats with you or else we will have a massive fleet at your doorsteps in 5 hours, also we ask, why would you declare war on us? With our uneasy peace with Kenavt, we already have a military at 5% and will now be raising it to 10%. Even though your nation's size is almost double, even at 5% military I doubt that you will be able to hold your ground. Our military is our nation's pride, especially our air force, and with air domination, we would crush your puny nation. If you wish to withdraw this act then please do so, you have been warned, now you will be crushed.

OOC: I hope this is long enough. I'll get my map shortly.

Considering the context... yah, not so great.

'Holy crap!' thought Jaxson to himself as he trained his rifle onto the other wolf. 'There's got to be more out there,'

Jaxson watch Ghost make a break for it as a wolf was closing in. The perfect shoot hadn't come yet and it was beginning to annoy him. While Ghost was running the wolf started to make a leap for Ghost. The moment was set and Jaxswon followed it through. Within a split second, Jaxson put a clean round into the wolf's head as it lept forward towards Ghost. The wolf harmlessly missed Ghost while he was making a break for it. In his mind, Jaxson could see himself facing a mountain bull wolf when he was training with the military. The scent of blood, the fear that flowed through his veins and the fact he was facing death.

'Now, where are the others?' thought Jaxson to himself.


Edward

Edward, or better known as Razor to his friends and enemies, was far different from Jaxson in many ways including his abilities and the mission ending when he was 13. He remembered when he went into Lynscert Mountain Range. Like all Lynion's at his age, he was ordered to bring back a male bull wolf. The bigger the wolf and the less bullets used, the more praise he was given. They were given a bayonet, a .303 Lee Enfield rifle, 3 days water and 10 bullets in total for the mission and had 5 days to hunt the beast. Unlike Jaxson and his friends, Edward used his bayonet and various traps in order to kill the wolf.

'Those were the days,' he thought to himself as he smiled at the idea. 'Get sent out when we became a teenager and prove our worth for the kingdom,'

Edward started to wander around as he remembered his days when he was a kid. Those were his happy days and exciting days. Both genders were taught about survival in the wilderness and it all came down the day after their 13th Brithday. They would be sent out for 5 days and told to kill a bull wolf to prove that they had grown up and were ready to be part of the kingdom. Then he remembered the day he turned 18. There was one last task that was set out for them before they took their three year service in the military. 18 year olds were given one last task. They were given the same equipment and water supply but told to trek up into Lynscert Mountain's and kill a Male Pit-Bull Wolf (Pit-Bull Wolf is the leader of the packs). Those were the days.

Within a split second, Jaxson put a clean round into the wolf's head as it lept forward towards Ghost. The wolf harmlessly missed Ghost while he was making a break for it.OOC:
Erm, not likely, inertia pretty much states the dead wolf would land atop Ghost in a limp or twitching pile, otherwise it would've missed anyways.
Yeah, I'm a killjoy like that, I replace "the shot that saves the other guy, now lets head-back for some brewskies" into a "Thank god that isn't me down there".

Wolves tend to circle and flank before giving chase BTW... They generally find it makes hunting easier from past experiances.
Humans weren't the only animal to conduct 'deer-drives'.

"Interesting place you have here," Edward replied as he watched William. "I presume there's a gruage between you and the bloke from the 101st Paratrooper's or whatever it's called," Edward said as he carefully viewed his surroundings.

"Sure." Sam shrugged as William nodded, then he spoke.

"I hope they have guns there, we didn't really bring anything." They walked out of the barracks after locking their stuff with a combination lock underneath the bed. "That probably won't do it, but oh well," murmured Sam as they headed out the door and followed Turd.

"Yeah... I had to pass through customs... so... yeah... no gun for me either..."

He then paused...

"Um, where is the rifle range?"

ooc: Find an OP that I used a one liner in. Can't find one? Oh too bad.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=578272&page=2
The thread is full of one liners and double posts

"Yeah... I had to pass through customs... so... yeah... no gun for me either..."

He then paused...

"Um, where is the rifle range?"

"Ahh... um... well... yah... uh..." William stuttered as Sam sighed. "I dunno either. BUt we'll probably find it if we wander around a bit. Although on the way in wasn't there that thing to the left just as we were approaching the airfield?" he asked Sam.

"Yah, I think so."

"Interesting place you have here," Edward replied as he watched William. "I presume there's a gruage between you and the bloke from the 101st Paratrooper's or whatever it's called," Edward said as he carefully viewed his surroundings.

OOC: Sorry, didn't see you there.

IC:

William snorted. "You could say that. Those... guys have been blowing up our land and destroying our brothers for years, centuries actually. Pretending they're our overlords. But we'll get them back someday..."

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=578272&page=2
The thread is full of one liners and double posts

I said for my OP you idiot.


Happy New Year!
It's 2009 as of now

wow

should the meeting place be changed then?


same.

OCC: I think I could get Rabidus Umbra involved, he could make the situation worse by selling both sides chemical weapons. Seeing as this conflict has the power to cripple a nation, he will do all he can to make sure it does.

well 2 liner, fits the bill

No, the Antichrist is the Joker


Any spots left open?


I could keep on going for a long time you know?

"Ahh... um... well... yah... uh..." William stuttered as Sam sighed. "I dunno either. BUt we'll probably find it if we wander around a bit. Although on the way in wasn't there that thing to the left just as we were approaching the airfield?" he asked Sam.

"Yah, I think so."



OOC: Sorry, didn't see you there.

IC:

William snorted. "You could say that. Those... guys have been blowing up our land and destroying our brothers for years, centuries actually. Pretending they're our overlords. But we'll get them back someday..."

ooc: Sorry I haven't been posting but I actually have a life.

IC:

"Will, I'm ready now, off road is fine, lets go," said Kryil interrupting the conversation. Finally this idiot is going to shut up about my great country, he thinks we're bad, ha, they think that they have superior brain power and will shoot us with numbers coming out of their heads.

I said for my OP you idiot.




wow




same.



well 2 liner, fits the bill







I could keep on going for a long time you know?
I'm just messing with you. You are taking this too seriously, this is the internet after all. And most posts I make are for fun, there is no point in writing a paragraph when writing a paragraph is not needed.
Besides you wrote pretty much a 2 liner OP in that thread, and double posted
Now then lets end this stupid little argument before it results in a flame war, and continue on with the Merry little RP

I'm just messing with you. You are taking this too seriously, this is the internet after all. And most posts I make are for fun, there is no point in writing a paragraph when writing a paragraph is not needed.
Besides you wrote pretty much a 2 liner OP in that thread, and double posted

*sigh* ok, we both do, now lets get back to the main topic here.

Well, now that we are in mutual agreement, will somebody give the poor albino man some direction? His skin burns easily in the sun and nobody seems to notice him

ooc: sorry, but I'm about to assassinate will over there.

Well, now that we are in mutual agreement, will somebody give the poor albino man some direction? His skin burns easily in the sun and nobody seems to notice him

ooc: sorry, but I'm about to assassinate will over there.

OOC: Oh no you won't, you're gonna do something nice for a change...

IC: "Airfield? This place has an airfield?" Turd gasped in astonishment, as most spy training centers he was used to weren't full-blown military bases, and much more closely resembled a soundproofed broom-closet (or porta-pottie/industrial-sized dumpster) full of documents and a locked weapons-locker in the back of some bar or alleyway...

ooc: Why, he's talking shit about me over there lolz.

Dimitri walked outside his classroom, which was nothing more than a renovated barracks. Seeing the near endless squables between the students off in the distance, he decided to keep his ground and wait for them to arrive. It would only be a few minutes before his class was scheduled to start, and he wasn't about to wait for any stragglers. After all, in the world of intelligence and spies, if you get stuck behind, you die.

Getting tired of waiting, Ivan began to wander around the place aimlessly. He notes a man outside what looked like a barracks. He approaches said man and asks him,"I just got here, and I am wondering where I am supposed to stay and drop my bag off."

Dimitri glances down at the man, his two-colored eyes glancing him over. With his arms crossed, he says a a generally flat but welcoming tone. "Well, I'm an instructor here, and this is my classroom." He then pointed to an other small, equally drab building. "And over there, is where you'll be staying. However, if you'd like, you may drop off your bags in here, as my class will be starting in about 5 to 10 minutes."

OOC: Oh no you won't, you're gonna do something nice for a change...

IC: "Airfield? This place has an airfield?" Turd gasped in astonishment, as most spy training centers he was used to weren't full-blown military bases, and much more closely resembled a soundproofed broom-closet (or porta-pottie/industrial-sized dumpster) full of documents and a locked weapons-locker in the back of some bar or alleyway...

"Well, they were going to make this all inclusive... and had an idea for a military base, I think..." Sam trailed off... "The defence department is spoiled, though."


Finally this idiot is going to shut up about my great country, he thinks we're bad, ha, they think that they have superior brain power and will shoot us with numbers coming out of their heads.

OOC: Duh.

IC:

"Fine." William walked off about a hundred meters to his Aston Martin and fired it up. Sam excused herself from Turd and climbed in the passenger seat. "Hey," he called out to Kryil. "About three miles east of here, there's a track that should do. Now remember, east is that way..." he pointed in whatever way east was. "Please do." He revved the engine and sped off.

ooc: I thought it was a off road.

OOC: Sorry guys. One week is my internet not working, another it's my body. Been sick for the past weekend with broncitis, a sinus infection, and mild strep throat. It was hell, to say the least.

OOC: going to try and keep my fellow from getting "lost in the shuffle" due to how poorly everyone attempted to lead-into each segment (usually by starting something before quite finishing the previous action)...
"Well, they were going to make this all inclusive... and had an idea for a military base, I think..." Sam trailed off... "The defence department is spoiled, though."
Turd started to lose interest in what Sam was saying, but she lost his attention altogether when he overheard a conversation by the instructor's barracks.
"... However, if you'd like, you may drop off your bags in here, as my class will be starting in about 5 to 10 minutes."
He then interupted Sam:
"Um, Sam... It is Sam, right? Are there any classes schedualed for today?"

ooc: Colin, I'm a sucky GM but atleast I post more than the other people. But seriously, post more.