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OPERATION: Hidden Dragon

It is the early days of spring, and dark plots are blooming.

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Blake's Extraction Team

"See you then, Kate!" Nevaan waved towards the departing woman, beaming brightly. "I'll do the same too."

"No more questions," he replied.

After, he glanced towards Blake expectantly and waited for a proper dismissal from the agent.
 

Jude

Member
Jude watches until Kate is gone, then looks to Blake. "I need to chat with you privately." She holds up her phone; the screen is displaying a Twitter app. "DMs, or do you have some other preference?"
 

Sarah Willis

I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
Sarah nods, and stands. Damn. She wishes she'd thought of the suicide-bomber thing. That sounds really effective for a bee. Goddamnit.
 

Jericho Blake

Illuminated Agent
Moderator
Blake rattles off his cell number. "Text me. It's encrypted better that way." ((LOL DMs disguised as texts))
 
"See you then, Mr. Blake!" he chimed in, his expression bloomed into excitement. Woohoo, they are going to save Cassandra in a rambo fashion after all!

"It's nice meeting you all," he bowed slightly to remaining people in attendance of the conference. "I will see you at Agartha, eight o'clock."

Nevaan slid out of his seat, straining to find his footing. As he righted himself to a composed form, a quiet mechanical hiss emitted from his right leg and he returned to a limp-like stride. He gave a wave to Jude, Sarah and Blake and a slight bow to Russell and Havelock before pivoting on his prosthetic foot to turn and depart.
 

Russell K. Kobayashi

Senior Investigator, Council of Venice
Moderator
Russell, having checked all his gear and satisfied himself that it's in order, carefully repacks it. "I'll see you guys at the rendezvous, then." He nods at the others as he hefts his ruck, starts to leave, then hesitates as he starts to pass Havelock. He turns, clapping the man gently on the shoulder. "We'll get her out safely, man," he promises quietly, then continues on his way out.
 

Credaxi/Terry

Hella cute
Game Master
Terry nods, silently writing down what they talked about. After they left, he heads back to basecamp and looks at the suggestions. He moves to pick up a phone from his desk. "Right. Hey. This is Exorcist Erekon, helping a team of other factions with a mission, authorization code One-One-Nine-Eight-Five-Six-Victor-Charlie-Echo. I'd like to put in a order for uh.. one of the newer sleek heli's we confiscated from Orochi and book a off-site sim hall for training. Yeah. And also like ten orders of grappling hook sets. And hrm.. get everyone a bulletproof vest. Yeah. Alright. I'll keep in touch." He hangs up and spins a pen around his finger. "Right, well..That's it I guess."
 
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Requine

Requine

Requineverse DM-in-chief
Game Master
The room is empty, except for Darius Powell's blue and white notebook. The Venetian has thoughtfully written everything down.
 

Marli Anderson

Active Member
Marli goes over to the book she begins to thumb through the handwritten notes. Looks over to the coffee maker still airing off to the side, giving it a scowl as the smell of old coffee is an assault on the senses.

She then takes the book and heads out of the room via the same method.
 
Unit Crosswired looks in the room. He stares impassively with glowing blue eyes. He looks around to see if there is a security camera in the room. If there is, he'll track the feed down to review what was discussed.
 
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Requine

Requine

Requineverse DM-in-chief
Game Master
He accesses the feed quite easily.

The next morning, Powell sends out a sternly worded email about the missing possessions.
 

Widow

New Member
The blonde finished watching the feed for the third time and set the bottle of Sam Adams down. "Damn..."
 

Widow

New Member
Edith scans the text, sips her coffee and languidly types in a reply...

"Yes and I'll bring some party favors with me."
 
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