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| dinowoman | May 4 2009, 04:28 PM Post #16 |
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"Y-you want me to go with you?" Ute was completely taken aback. She felt totally unqualified for the task. She knew nothing about how any of this equipment worked. Why her? She had strong doubts about how much help she could be. Why was Icarus keeping this a secret from everyone else? On the other hand, she had to admit to herself that she felt honoured to be asked. "Yes," she said after a pause, sounding a lot more confident than she actually felt. "Of course I'll help. Where do you need to go?" |
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| Zeth | May 4 2009, 05:36 PM Post #17 |
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"Yes!" Icarus crowed, dropping to the floor and flipping around in midair so it landed on its feet. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" It said, jumping up to her and giving her something resembling a bear hug before pulling away and holding her by the shoulders and giving a look of mock seriousness. "So glad you asked, darling. Lucky for us, the database is already here and working, so we don't need to go to the old Alarm Room," Icarus forced out a cough, "--outhouse--to look for a place." It twirled around and jumped over to the interface console, hitting a comically large red button while giving Ute a wink. "Don't press the red button, right?" The meter-wide LCD flatscreen mounted on the computer beside the gate flared to life, and an icy gray-blue background with numbers scrolling across it showed up. Icarus sent its fingers flurrying across the keys to bring up a destination. In fact, Icarus had already chosen an appropriate location, had had it ready for almost a day now, else it couldn't have searched through and chosen a candidate so quickly. Soon a familiar rotating blue, green, and white globe appeared on the screen against a starry background and a single bright yellow star. One could see a single moon and two space stations orbiting the planet: Earth. "Here we go. Earth, aka Terra, 2024. I did some research beforehand; the best place to look for what we need would be in a military establishment, obviously, but in either in United States or China." Icarus purposefully omitted Germany, though the name had come up in its searches, mostly because it wasn't sure how Ute would take it. It had noted that she had always been particularly reserved about her home country, even though her's was a totally different one from this timeline's. "I'm thinking United States, since they have such lax standards compared to China in this era. Cross referenced some of the more developed bases, and the most isolated one that is likely to have what we need is in the middle of a mountain chain, the Rockies. It's called Cheyenne Mountain--obviously someone wasn't feeling very creative. We can jump to the city it's with, Colorado Springs, and make our way there. With mine and your abilities, it should be pretty easy to get in and out. The time period is where the technology we need is being experimented with, but nobody really knows how to use it properly yet. They won't for a while, even though this timeline looks a little bit ahead of most in technology. Anyways, I doubt anyone will notice us. Good?" |
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| dinowoman | May 5 2009, 11:19 AM Post #18 |
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It took Ute a moment to recover from the surprise of being suddenly bear-hugged. She was used to Icarus being hyper, but right now "ecstatic" didn't seem an unfitting description. Was it really that big a deal that she'd agreed to go? She had to smile at its behaviour. Being around Icarus tended to make her smile. You certainly couldn't get bored! She dragged her attention back to what it was telling her. "Seems good," she replied to its final question. She couldn't really think of much more to add. She clearly couldn't comment on the suitability or otherwise of the location since she knew neither the timeline nor what they were looking for. But she was very glad to hear it was the US rather than China that Icarus had decided on. However, as she began to think through what she had just been told, questions did start to form in her mind to add to her initial simple response. "What do you have in mind? Do we both need to be disguised as military personnel? Or are you relying on people's inability to perceive us? And do I need to know what we are looking for? Or is my job simply to get you inside?" She stopped asking at that point. She was aware that it was beginning to sound like an interrogation and she didn't want to risk irritating Icarus. All that really mattered right now was knowing what to take and when when to go. Ah. Yes. One last question. "Oh, err, when do we leave?" |
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| Zeth | May 5 2009, 07:13 PM Post #19 |
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Icarus remained oblivious to Ute's concerns, rattling off answers as she questioned it. "Breaking in, getting out. Probably not but it won't be hard to do if we need to. Oh yes. Just follow me and help out, if you don't mind. And yes, that'll be a big part of it. We can leave just as soon as we're ready. I'm going to bring two costumes, and a weapon too since it's only me and you going. If we time it right we can arrive back only minutes after we leave. Grab whatever you need and meet me back here, I need to go grab my stuff." Icarus smiled at Ute when it'd finished talking and then took off, jumping up the makeshift stairs and running out of the factory on all fours toward home, jumping up the stairwell inside the building as well until he reached the hatch that opened up into its "roost." It walked into its bedroom and grabbed its familiar pack, then held its hand up to be scanned by the closet door security. Once inside Icarus headed to the appropriate rack and took a moment to think about what to bring. No kid outfits this time, it probably wouldn't help at all in this instance if on the off chance they were caught. It should be something sensible and seemingly honest. After a moment's thought, Icarus pulled out a pair of men's jeans, a thin, pale green, long sleeved shirt, a brown sweatervest, and a glasses case: typical attire for a bookish college guy who like to stay out of the way. It next went farther into the closet to a special section set aside specifically for military attire, which overall was much less complete than the rest of its ever-growing collection. Icarus noted that it was a good thing it had picked male civilian clothing, since the only uniform it had for that era was female. Maybe if it had the chance it would poke around for a locker room in the base for a compliment. Costumes ready and backpack filled with the normal gadgets, Icarus stopped before leaving the closet, kneeling near the exit and opening the smaller of two cases sitting on the floor in the corner under some hanging coats. It withdrew its Rydberg. Icarus held it for a moment, looking at the device. It had been a while since it had used it, since Icarus didn't generally do most of the fighting amongst the Weavers, though it could hold its own. The Rydberg was a simple but elegant looking handgun that Icarus had found by chance during a trip to a universe farther down the stream of time than the one it and Ute were headed to today. The Weavers had actually been caught in the middle of an attack on some sort of space station which was already in dire straights and being boarded. Icarus had been forced to defend itself against what it had expected to be some less than fair odds, and picked up the first interesting weapon it had seen, in this case, the one dropped from the hand of a what looked like a high-ranking officer on the ship. Or had been a high-ranking officer. The tall blonde guy man probably hadn't even seen the beam coming, which would explain the baseball sized chunk taken out of his head. In any case, Icarus had ended up making it out before any serious danger had reached it or Wolf, Never, or Hasbro (this had been before Ute had joined the team), and Icarus simply took it. It came to really love the convenient little weapon after fooling with it back at Midgard, especially since it could handle many of the tasks all its other gadgets could all by itself. Whatever society had made it must have been pretty bright to pack that much into something so relatively small. Icarus took the Rydberg, and removed a holster for it from the case, and put them both in its backpack for when it would need them. It closed the closet, opened the hatch and dropped down, closing it behind it. Ready. Edited by Zeth, Mar 19 2010, 05:14 PM.
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| dinowoman | May 6 2009, 11:37 AM Post #20 |
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Ute stood and watched Icarus go, before teleporting back to her own quarters. She fretted over what to take. She normally travelled light. Her belt could hold a couple of vials of crosshatch or phlebotinum for emergencies, but mainly she just relied on her teleporting skills and her trusty dagger, in the knowledge that the other 'Weavers carried a good selection of equipment with them. But this time was different. With only two of them, if there were any problems, she could well find herself having to act alone. As she wandered about the room, musing, she passed the full-length mirror that adorned the wall between her bed and the shower room, and glanced at her reflection. The slim-fitting jeans and figure-hugging t-shirt, so typical of her preferred style of dress, caught her eye. If she was going to need to carry equipment this time, she would require something more than those skimpy pockets to put it in. A backpack? Icarus always carried one. She was sure she had one too somewhere. A little ferreting about in the bottom of a cupboard produced the desired article. After putting in a few potentially useful items from amongst her belongings, she 'ported over to the workshop and began picking out accessories and popping them in the pack, all the while straining her ears for the sound of anyone else approaching: a couple of vials of crosshatch (probably not needed for this mission, but one could never tell); some distilled phlebotinum (she wasn't fully trained in its use, but she knew Icarus was); a couple of blacklight grenades.... Her eyes strayed towards the weapons. Should she take something more sophisticated than her dagger? What would be most appropriate? There were some basic guns. One if those might be a possibility. There were all sorts of obscure hi-tech devices that Icarus had developed, but she didn't know how to use them. And there were Strike rods. She had never used one before, but they looked pretty straightforward, and were more subtle than a gun. Aimed right, they could disable without injuring. She chose one of the smaller ones and went to put it in the pack, but it was clear before she even tried that it was too long. So she left it sticking out of the top, zipped up the sides around it, and swung the bag onto her back. But it didn't feel secure. The items didn't fill the bag and were rattling around, and the Strike rod felt like it could fall out if she bent over. She 'ported back home to rethink. And remembered that amongst the clothes she had managed to collect since coming here was a pair of combat trousers. She wasn't keen on them. She felt they looked far too baggy on her thin frame. But they had lots of large pockets. Quickly she grabbed them out of the wardrobe and put them on. Sure enough, all the small items went in, even the grenades (after careful checking that they were secure). After changing into a similar-coloured tank top, a quick trip back to the workshop produced a set of straps for the Strike rod, which she strapped on her back. Finally, having fastened on her usual dagger belt, and grabbed a matching jacket, she felt ready to go. Dressed like this, if anyone did happen to detect her, she might not stand out enough to make them look again. And the jacket could cover the Strike rod if need be. Satisfied at last with her choices, she vanished from the room. |
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| Zeth | May 6 2009, 06:20 PM Post #21 |
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Icarus saw Ute, new outfit and gear with, appear before the gate as it jumped down the crate-stairs, its backpack bumping around on its back as it did. Icarus slid to a stop before it ran into her, tossing the backpack over its shoulder in one fluid motion. "Heh, nice backpack." It winked at her. "Since I know exactly where we're going, I'm gonna go ahead and get into costume, if you don't mind..." Icarus didn't really intend on waiting whatever her answer, as it had already started taking its shirt off before it had finished its sentence. Icarus pulled the first outfit back out of its backpack and put its own shirt inside. It pulled the shirt on and the sweatervest on top of it, then pulled down its pants and pulled on the jeans, all of which was actually only slightly large on it. Obviously it wouldn't need to become much bigger to fill it. Maybe something about about 175 cm or so. Icarus shifted into a skinny college kid with short, sandy blonde hair and an angled and apologetic face. "And a final touch," he pulled the glasses case out and removed a pair of trendy rimless glasses. Putting them on, he looked at UTe and smiled, "Two college kids, that should be good. Come on, let's go." Icarus jumped, the ground falling away as he felt the familiar drain-pipe feeling pulling him away from home. Again. |
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| CrazyDitto | May 7 2009, 12:01 AM Post #22 |
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<jockface> hows the project <Reader> just need to touch up a few things <Reader> I have the script just about done but I want some opinions <Reader> We can meet and hammer them down <Reader> Did you manage to unlazy Mike yet? :/ <jockface> no, it seems it's just the two of us <jockface> mike says he's got a strep throat <jockface> so he cant do oral <jockface> again <Reader> o_O <Reader> lolwut <jockface> ack <jockface> you know what im talking about <Reader> maybe :D <jockface> -_-;; <Reader> Well, that's fine with me ;) <Reader> due date's quite a while away so we can procrastinate a bit :D <jockface> :D <Reader> Though if he keeps doing that again, I might hit him over the head with my textbook <jockface> lol <Reader> but really, does he SOUND like he's having a strep throat? <jockface> not really <Reader> lazy Mike. :/ "Rod-neeeeeeeeey! Breakfast!" "Alright, mom! Just hold on a bit, here!" <Reader> aw <Reader> mom called <Reader> probably finished making risotto :D <Reader> meet you at school, 'kay? <jockface> kk <jockface> cya later <jockface> bring ur stuff <Reader> only if you go over and bring Mike along <Reader> strep throat and sexual innuendo be damned <jockface> rofl XD <jockface> i will * Disconnected Adjusting the watch, Rodney thumbed it back to the conventional, time-displaying mode, hopped off the chair, and clambered down the stairs as the smell of freshly-cooked risotto wafted within whiffing range. Trying not to salivate too much, Rodney sniffed towards the kitchen, where the mother was spooning heaps of rice and chicken onto a plate, and parked on a chair, making sure to grab a spoon and a glass of milk en route. Sidling over, the mother slid the plate of steaming risotto in front of Rodney. "Are you finished with your project?" She asked. "You were up last night." Rodney shrugged. "Kinda. I finished it, but now I want to see what my teammates think of it. It's kinda hard, since Mike's always slacking." The mother frowned. "Didn't you tell your teacher about him?" She said, even as she took another plate to help herself with. "I did." Another shrug. "The teacher said that he'll dock marks from him, but...eh." Rodney paused for a bite of risotto and sip of water. "Mmf. It's just the two of us, really." "Well, do well in it, okay?" "I will." Silence trailed afterwards, broken only by the occasional clank of utensils, plates, and mugs as the two ate. Finally, the mother glanced up at the clock and frowned. "School's in half an hour," she said, standing up with the food-speckled plate in her hands. "Better finish quickly. I'll refrigerate the rest for when you come home, okay?" "Aww!" Rodney whined. "Your cooking's always the best when it's hot. When it's cold, it doesn't taste as great. Can I pack some for lunch?" "Go ahead." The mother waved her arms. "Now shoo, or you'll be late!" |
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| dinowoman | May 7 2009, 08:11 AM Post #23 |
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"Heh, nice backpack." Ute blinked, confused, and then looked down and realised she had inadvertently picked up the backpack again along with the jacket. Both were slung over her arm. "Oh!" She exclaimed in surprise. "Haha. I meant to leave that at home. It's empty. Everything's in my pockets now." Still, if she could get it on her back over the Strike rod it might prove useful. And it would hide the strange lump that the rod would make under her jacket. While Icarus got changed, she slipped the jacket on and tried out the pack. After loosening the straps a little, it slid into place quite easily. Then she stood and waited as Icarus finished getting dressed. She hoped it didn't mind her watching; she was actually rather curious to see what it looked like under its clothes. "Nice outfit," she remarked admiringly, as it applied the final touch. Then, with a comment about college kids and and an exhortation to go, it jumped. It doesn't waste any time! Ute thought to herself, and followed suit. |
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| Zeth | May 7 2009, 05:41 PM Post #24 |
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Icarus landed with an ever so slight drop. Looking around he quickly surmised that he was on a sidewalk outside a Starbucks in midmorning. A good place to be, especially for "a couple college kids." Nothing suspicious about two students on their way to class suddenly materializing in front of a well known establishment which tons of witness file past in the mornings during their commute. Nope, nothing at all. Icarus swung his backpack around as he saw Ute appear beside him. "Keep on your toes," he said smiling to himself. From the backpack, he produced his handy-dandy Hackwatch, which he slipped over his left hand wrist. He started it syncing with the GPS for the world immediately so they could get a more specific location and then find their way to the military facility. "Roswell," he announced when their current location popped up. "We're in a part of the city called Roswell, on East Fillmore Street, not far from the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs." He turned to Ute and cocked his head to one side jollily, "We're just the luckiest ones, aren't we? Landing here disguised as we are. Hm, hm, hm..." He took another look at the Hackwatch and selected a few options from the floating halo menu that was hovering about his splayed fingers. "Looks like we'll need to make our way south from here. You good to go?" --- Beep Beep Beep ... Corporal Ellman quickly turned his attention to the display at his finger tips, Corporal Weissman leaning in to get a look. "Ellman!" it was the Sergeant, "What is that?" The corporal swallowed, he'd not been on duty during any of the previous incidents, but he'd heard that men who sounded false alarms tended to find themselves scrubbing latrines inside a week. By the book. By...the book. "Spike in the perimeter defense sweepers, sir." "Our perimeter? There aren't any tests scheduled for today." The burly sergeant pushed his way past the seats of half a dozen men at their stations to look over Ellman's shoulder. It was at that time that a private first class received a report from her diagnostic. "Sir, NorthAm EDaRNet reports no errors, and is also reading the event." The sergeant looked up sharply at the private. "Damn." He put his hand to the wrist control, activating his direct line to the telcom operators at the base and spoke into his bluetooth earset, "Get me Major Thornsbury." |
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| dinowoman | May 8 2009, 11:53 AM Post #25 |
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Ute looked around while Icarus studied his Hackwatch. She would have liked an opportunity to explore the city. She would also have liked a chance to eat. Arriving outside Starbucks reminded her that she hadn't eaten for several hours and she had begun to work up an appetite after her earlier workout. There were other eating places nearby too. She could see a Taco Bell. And Subway. And was that KFC in the distance? She found it interesting that, even though they had travelled into the future, and to a different universe, these household names were still doing business. Not that she had much personal experience of them. In her world the German government was not keen to allow foreign conglomerates to gain a foothold in the national economy, and there were very few companies that even wanted to try, due to all the restrictions. But there were one or two in some of the other European countries under National Socialist control. Such as Britain. Ute forced herself to ignore her empty stomach and turned to look at the data that Icarus had brought up, taking care not to touch anything. She still remembered the embarrassing incident from an earlier mission. "It looks a long way," she observed. "It must be about 15 kilometers to the mountain. Do you want me to teleport us there? That road," she pointed in the direction of the intersection with Nevada Avenue,"appears to go in the right direction. I could use it for guidance. Though it would require several jumps." |
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| Zeth | May 8 2009, 04:31 PM Post #26 |
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Icarus smiled, taking hold of Ute's hand so she could 'port them both. "Make it so." |
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| dinowoman | May 9 2009, 08:34 AM Post #27 |
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"Aye, Captain," Ute replied, grinning. She had always liked Star Trek. It was officially banned in her home country (too many subversive ideas), but she would sometimes sneakily watch episodes online; the government hadn't managed to block access to all undesirable content on the internet. Grasping Icarus' hand a little tighter, she carried them both in a series of mile-long 'ports, finally landing them amongst the trees of the mountainside close to the unmistakable tunnel entrance of the military facility. Leaning against a tree, she paused to catch her breath. Multiple jumps at close to her maximum range, with an extra person, proved to be hard work. She made a mental note to work at increasing her teleporting stamina. "Well," she said finally, still panting a little, "we have arrived. What do you want to do now?" |
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| Zeth | May 9 2009, 07:41 PM Post #28 |
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"Why was one of your privates monitoring the EDaRNet station anyways, sergeant? Colonel Raymond'll have my ass he finds out one of your privates was at the station instead of one of his airmen. Who's on duty for this station anyways?" The sergeant blinked back the look of exasperation inside him, and gently pushed ahead. The Major's ability to pay attention to relatively petty details in times of larger crises was legendary. "It was a matter of happenstance, sir. But sir, the problem is that we have two more events appear in our immediate vicinity, they're the fifth and sixth ones this month, and the first ones to occur simultaneously." Major Thornsbury arched his bushy gray eyebrows in interest, "Simultaneously?" "Yes sir. But unlike the others, these are already moments; there wasn't any LAE-DiP before them. They just...appeared. Sir. Because there wasn't, I notified you instead of alerting containment." "Yes...Good decision on your part Sergeant. If you had--" Corporal Ellman then spoke up excitedly from his station, interrupting the good major's sure to be rousing, pointless explanation, "Sir! The moments are moving, very fast. They just relocated from the northern area of the city 35 kilometers to south." He turned to look at the Sergeant and Major, "Sir, they're immediately outside the facility." That's when grizzled Major Thornsbury came to life. If anything could be said about the stickler, in a real emergency, he didn't fool around. "Now it's a problem! Sergeant Buckley, you stay hear and continue monitoring," the major turned to leave and started walking, "You'll stay in constant telecom with Lieutenant Hart," he pressed his own wrist controls, "Lieutenant Hart, code white. ... Lieutenant, execute code white parameters, single platoon, heavy arms, constant telecom with Staff Sergeant Arnold Buckley." The clipped, masculine voice of First Lieutenant Arthur "Archie" Hart responded without hesitation, and Major Thornsbury could here already hear the telltale exhalation of a man in a brisk walk, a step short of running, "Yes sir." --- Icarus had a quirky grin by the time the duo appeared on the wooded slope, porting was always such a fun and at the same time frighteningly dizzying experience for him. He put his hand on Ute's back as she leaned against the tree and gently drummed a beat, not hurried in the least. "Weeeell, since that was obviously a bit much for you, I think we should try getting in someway besides teleporting." He slung the backpack over his shoulder and onto the ground, shifting into its base form at the same time. It moved behind a small cluster of trees that stood between it and the tunnel entrance, even though it knew they were plenty far enough into the woods and that they wouldn't have been noticed anyways. It thought out loud as it took off the college guy costume and reached for the military outfit. "It wouldn't be too difficult for me to get in in this disguise, though arriving without a vehicle'll be suspicious." Zippering up the jacket and fastening the Velcro over it, Icarus looked at Ute thoughtfully, "Not totally sure how to get you inside. We'll have to travel more than 600 meter in before we can do anything..." Icarus shifted into the form of an average-height female lieutenant, somewhere between 30 and 35 years of age, and stuck the Rydberg in its holster, which covered most of it. But she looked past Ute at the tunnel entrance as she walked out from behind the clump of trees. There were soldiers. In gear. Armed. Coincidence... But after only a moment's hesitation, not enough even to finish a stride, the group leader turned in their direction, and a man behind him with some device in his hand pointed up the slope. Apparently, Icarus had underestimated this universe. Major understatement. "Not coincidence." She kicked the backpack behind the clump of trees and drew the Rydberg, "Ute, people headed our way, pretty sure they know we're here, I have an idea, just do what I say. Get down on the ground and make it look like you just fell." Ute complied, but not quick enough for Icarus. "Quick!" she hissed. --- Lieutenant Hart waved his LSAT as the platoon with him fanned out from the entrance of the facility, scanning for any moments immediately before the entrance. The voice of a certain Corporal Ellman sounded in his ear, telling him to turn to the southeast immediately before his TEO confirmed with a short range, hand-held EDaRScan. A ways down the road from the entrance Hart noted guards securing the road and barrier gates. "White Hart requesting lowering of barrier segment S1." "Clear, barrier lowering." The specified segment of razorfence closest to the entrance on the side of the road slid down into the recessed bays in the ground, the coils of nanowire on top constricted from rings about a decimeter in diameter to ones about 8 centimeters wide, which Hart's platoon stepped over easily and quickly. Hart took the point as the group fanned out and headed up the slope. "Keep close, don't know what's out here yet." "Targets!" a soldier down the line from Hart shouted, steadying his arm to fire if necessitated to do so. "Hold, close on position!" Hart headed to the designated position himself, now highlighted in the translucent lens over his right eye connected to his helmet, but was slightly perplexed by what he saw. Someone had already covered the targets. Well, a target. It appeared to be one of their own, a second lieutenant by the rank on her collar, but Hart remained suspicious. And well so: her IRIS did not transmit any information. And although for some reason he hadn't noticed it at first (He was very observant and quick, why hadn't he noticed it immediately?), her weapon was definitely not standard issue. "Lieutenant, identify yourself!" --- "Lieutenant, identify yourself!" Time for some "creative explanation." People said Icarus was a good liar, or at least good at coming up with semi-plausible alternate explanations on the spot. This was pushing it though... She didn't take her eyes off of Ute, acting as if she was much more dangerous than she really was in her position. The man's group was beginning to encircle them. "Second Lieutenant Cindy Ryans, sir. I caught this woman investigating the premises." "Why are you already here, Lieutenant?" "With the guard at the front gate sir." One of the soldiers with Hart's group found Icarus' pack behind the trees. "Backpack, over here. Obviously some sophisticated electronics inside but no weapon emissions detected." the man nudged it with his LSAT. Icarus/Cindy chimed in nervously, but managed to sound steady despite. "Another left in that direction, but I couldn't catch him, may have dropped it in a hurry." Lieutenant Hart's men kept their guns trained on Ute, waiting for him to give them some sort of direction, when Sergeant Buckley's voice reached his ears again. "You bring those bitches in; Captain Cindy Ryan is a 42 year old marine stationed at Quantico." Hart promptly retrained his rifle on Icarus. Some of his platoon followed suit as he spoke. "One more chance: Identify yourself!" |
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| dinowoman | May 10 2009, 09:15 AM Post #29 |
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Ute dropped to the ground. It had taken her a moment to register the sudden command. When Icarus drew its or, rather, now, her Rydberg, she recognised the plan. But she had misgivings. If it worked, it would certainly get them into the facility, but it would probably also get them separated. She, as a prisoner, would get carted off for interrogation while Icarus would probably be forced to stick with the troops. Would they be able to find each other again? She wanted to teleport away, but she couldn't take Icarus unless it was in physical contact, and the troops had already spotted them. It wouldn't be wise to publicise her ability too soon. For that matter, she was pretty surprised they had been spotted so soon. They had landed in amongst the trees and Icarus had only just stepped into view, yet the soldiers were already headed in their direction, as though they had known about them right from the start. Was there surveillance equipment hidden amongst the vegetation? She supposed it might be likely around a sensitive military facility. She mentally kicked herself for not being more wary. Now she could hear the troops approaching, but she didn't dare look up. Then Icarus was speaking, giving a cover story. Would they buy it? She held her breath. "One more chance: Identify yourself!" Verdammt noch mal! she swore to herself. Edited by dinowoman, Mar 19 2010, 06:03 PM.
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| Zeth | May 10 2009, 10:10 AM Post #30 |
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Obviously these people's information came quickly, somebody must have told the man that there was no Cindy Ryans. Icarus knew she could give it one more shot, but the only card she had left to play was such long-shot... "Fine, though by telling you, you're forcing me to break a 3 month op cover. Chief Warrant Officer 3 Megan Owens, here undercover by order of Washington to investigate what you're doing here is correct. Take us inside and I can prove it to you. But for God's sake, stop wasting time, one of them got away!" --- Lieutenant Hart didn't buy it, and the fact that EDaRNet ops back in the mountain wasn't detecting any moving second moment but still saw two at their present location didn't help the lady's case one bit. Not to mention that such a task as she had described was not on the responsibility list for many, if any warrant officers. "Apprehend both, single shockshot," he said softly into the mike in his helmet, nodding to the woman on his right. He himself aimed for the fake second lieutenant, flicking his LSAT to fire from the track of 10 loaded "shockshots" loaded in his rifle separately from the regular rounds. A single pull on the trigger and the electrically charged pin shot from the secondary muzzle, sinking into the neck of the imposter, who gave a surprised look at the electrical charge overwhelming her nervous system and went down like a pile of bricks, dropping her odd weapon. Another shockshot hit the arm of the one on the ground. "White Hart to ops, moments targeted and apprehended, extracting to containment." Major Thornsbury was on the other end of the line this time, "Good Hart, good. Bring'em straight to examination, apparently this is a special case." "Yes sir." Several members of the platoon were now combing the immediate area, one collected the backpack found behind the tree while two more patted down the target which had been on the ground, pulling out every manner of weapons from her pockets. Some were familiar, others not so, but all certainly threatening. The rod strapped under her jacket was especially intriguing. The impersonator didn't seem to be carrying much other than the odd handgun, and if the backpack belonged to her, then an assortment of weird gadgets. And men's clothes? But it wasn't Arthur Hart's duty to make sense of them, just get them back to the base, only a matter of meters away. He hoisted the impostor over his shoulder (no point in setting out containment stretchers here and now) and pointed to another of his men and then the other target, "Make sure there's no skin to skin contact, we're bringing them straight to examination." |
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