Crime has Tails

Carlos

Staring around he was near knocked down by a blond who bustled in like she owned the place. Growling he followed her ready to give her a peice of his mind,

"Hey!"

Ignoring him she walked straight into the office, sighing in anger, he surveyed the landing, droves of people flew past him in a hurry or walking. A receptionist sat at a desk, her magenta hair tied in clean and cosy ponytail.

Walking over she looked up, "Welcome to MI6, please show me your keycard." It was more like a bored recording.

Advancing over he nodded and pulled out the plastic strip, "Yes, Carlos Clooney, I'm required to see Mr Dunn."

Without a seeming care the girl rolled her eyes skyward, "Mr Dunn is in a meeting and must not be interrupted. I'm not going to even bother mentioning you arrived. You're a rookie get used to it."

"What the... hey, I came here on request, did I waste my time?"

"Maybe..." She blew a bubble before continueing, "Really... just realize this little boy... this isn't boy scouts we don't play fair. Either use your initative or leave."

Carlos was having trouble controlling his temper, "I'm not a kid, I have ya know I could probably reroute the whole system and connect it to a faster server. I was requested, so Missy, you're being totally ass about this, I could very well report you for ignoring a letter of recommendation."

"I hate you." Her teeth gritted angerily she stood up so fast the desk shook, "Come here and follow me."

She brought him to a lift and entered. The silence between them was horrible, he felt it all, almost suffocating him. A jolly jingle consuming the woman angry sighs.

The doors opened; she grabbed him by the arm and tugged him towards a door knocking and pushing him in. Inside were people all grouped around a table and the girl who had near boweled him over. Lovely.

Dusty:

Dusty was about to explain why she was there when a guy maybe a few years older then her was pushed in.

"The techy you wanted to see is here." The recepsonist said blowing a bubble and leaving.

"Mind waiting outside." Dusty said, not as a question though. She didn't need anyone hearing what she had to say but a selected few.

"It's alright, he ok." Mr. Dunn said leaning back in his chair. Dusty frowned as they guy sat down.

"As I was going to say, the group responsible for this are called the Newsmen. They plot out who they are going to kill and when in a newspaper article before they acctually do it. The group has killed two good men in the US thus our involvement." She said leaning against a wall.

"I haven't heard about any recent killings in the US." A lady said twirling a pen in her fingers.

"I'm not surprised. My job is to make sure stuff like this doesn't happen. And when it starts I'm to cut it off quickly. The two responsible for the killings in the US are dead. But, I found out that this is no small group, and the expertise of the others is much greater." She stood up and walked to a board. "The members of this group have absoultly nothing in common, look wise, other then a simple tattoo that can't really be seen. It is on their chest right in the middle. It is a design much like this." She drew the design, a pen that had a bullet coming out of the tip instead of ink. "These men, and women, are brutal, they are also very smart. Otherwise their articles would leave obvious hints."

"Why come here, not China or somewhere closer to the attacks?" Someone else asked.

"Because of this." She tossed a newspaper to Mr. Dunn. "It is an article with The Prime Minister on it. It was published in a small town in the US, and they tried to publish it in several other towns closer to here. We've managed to silence it in the hopes of keeping the attack away. We aren't so certain that that is going to work."

Michael Dunn

Michael sighed. He had heard stuff like this so many times he tended to just do the job. Something told him this one wouldn't be so easy.

"Right, did it give any details?" Michael asked. "When, why, how would be most useful."

"Don't you think I would have said so?"

"Alright!" he said. That's all he needed - some assassin having a go at him in public - or, almost public. He turned to the boy by the desk, oblivious to him. "What's your name again?"

The boy jumped. "Carlos - Carlos Clooney. You sent-"

"Spare me the introductions," said Michael. "I have your first mission."

"Sir?"

"Nothing too much - we don't want to wear you out on your first day. Go to the DSW-"

"DSW?" asked Carlos, frowning.

"Digital Support Wing - and I want full tracking on the Prime Minister. After you do that, get to nine Downing Street, bring a laptop. Can you manage all that?"

Michael turned to Dusty, "Your with me," he said. He looked at a man sitting down, still staring in awe at the TV. He wondered if Michael was being a little casual about the whole thing.

"Get in touch with the SAS," Michael said to him. "And I want the CIA in America. We can handle this without their help. Make it clear to them of the situation, and to get a double for the President."

Dusty:

"Mr. Dunn, the reason I'm here is because I'm all you get and will get from the US. There might be a few others from the Unit, but I doubt it. When the US doesn't want to be involved with something they send us. I doubt more then one person in the CIA even knows I"m here talking to you right now, or even that this article exists." She said crossing her arms. "And one more thing. If anyone in this room ever mentions that the Unit exists or tells anyone about it, they'll have a price on their head faster then they can blink."

She looked at the Carlos character. He was gathering his things then hurrying to leave. She smiled inwardly. It would be easier to sneak in the CIA spy then she thought. But getting her on this case would prove to be a little bit more difficult.

"You need to get someone on the task of finding if there were any more articles published. The article about that dead guy was the last of ten. Each Newsman has his own number. One of the guys I got rid of was number twenty. So we know there were at least twenty. The other was number three. There is a one out there. They are all good at grammer, and every language. So look at EVERY newspaper you can get your hand on." She leaned back against a wall. "It's your show now, I'm just here to help."

Michael Dunn

Michael began considering. This would be bigger than he anticipated. He grunted. "Oh," he said. "Alright then... well come on then. The Prime Minister is in danger."

*gah, we need more people!*

Carlos

He couldn't help feeling an excitement the aderline pounding through his body at top speed. Collecting his stuff he left, just glimpsing the girl eyes on him. UNIT, sounded like something you wrote about.. Now to find where he was to go, it shouldn't be too hard. Hopefully there would be a map up here.

*Is this enough? Sorry kinda done my most for the night.*

*I'm here. You've all been posting in forbidden hours of the morning for me*

Chloe

I swerved across and oulled on the break sharply, turning around at the same time to get my gun ready. With my chest rising up and down fast, I finished loading my gun and began a sucession of rapid shots. There were screams as one, two, thre, sixty-seven people went down.

I waited till mine was the only gun, and then jumped back into the drivers seat. As I made my way back to headquarters, I passed dozens of cas just like mine all at a standstill. Glancing to my left, I shook my head as the body of my partner Ken slumped forward.

"You bastards," I muttered, and picked up the speed a little.

Ten waited in the alley behind the london airport and sighed. If he could have a penny for every minute his client was late, he wouldn't need to be in this deal's anymore.
Suddenly a flash came and Ten felt a blade on his throat.
" Don't move Ten...we got you surrounded."
2 other men came out of the shadows and showed Ten a photo of himself with a man standing behind him, Lunging at him with a knife.
" We will just leave this on the hood of your car, Shall we?" The man with the knife giggled. he nodded to both of the men and they went to the car.
" It was foolish to come alone ten...Now you will die for your mistake."
" The Weapons ain't there!"
the man with the knife loosened his grip for a milisecond. Ten pushed the man's leg beneath him and grabbed the knife out of his hands.
Ten threw the knife at one of the men at his car and it hit directly in his eye.
The other man pulled out his gun but didn't do it fast enough to beat Ten's revolver. He blew the smoke out of his gun and shot the man who HAD the knife in the leg's.
Ten walked to his car and pulled out the knife that was in a man's eyesocket.
" We could do this very easylike Kid." He said with a sense of calm to his voice. The man whimpered in horror but mostly pain.
" I could call a ambulance for you and you will live...you may live in jail but you will live. Or..." Ten then raised his revolver at the man.
" I could end it right now. The deciding factor is wether you tell me who you work for."
" It's the Newsman! Please don't..!"
Ten pulled the trigger.
It was all quiet after that.
Ten walked up to the man and took the photo of himself about to be murdered.
" Thanks. Now I know who to stop working for."

I'm lost. Can someone bring me in?

*singer, how about you are inflitrating the weapons depot in Russia - finding out about their new 'nuke'. Use your imagination *

Go look at DT!

I'll try. Errrrr.....
I can't think of anything. Brain Fart. Errrr......hold up..I may have something....Never mind. ill try and post later.

Carlos

Finding a map hadn't been easy, but it seemed DSW was on the Twenty-first floor. The map had been designed badly and stupidly. It had taken him a near hour to work out where to go. Not to mention now, he was now depended on. People roamed past as he searched for a lift.

"Well Clooney, you're in the deep end now..." he muttered.

Suddenly he saw the lift, it was about close, shutting his eyes he galloped, pushing all his endurance into this single action. The person sighed from inside and held the door open. Whipping his hand over his brow he smiled sheepishly as he ran in.

Without further ado the person said nasally, "What floor, and if you wish for any other convenients, oh Master, please don't hesitate to ask..."

"Um... thanks and 21st..."

The guy slapped his head over the panel, "You're the new techie... brilliant, I'm your boss, Kevin Jones!"

Carlos gaped; so bewildered was he, he didn't utter another word until he came to the floor.

Chloe

I walked into the building, my head hanging. The boss stood in the doorway.

"Did you finish the mission?"

I nodded. "Everybody died."

The boss paused, but then went on.

We're sending you back to England. You've done enough her, and they need your driving skills back home. Go pack, we'll have a car ready to take you to the airport in twenty minutes."

I started to protest, but stopped and turned around, saddened by the thought of leaving Iraq (Are the English even in Iraq? I don't know anything about this kind of stuff, so I'll leave it), but happy to be returning home once again.

I picked my smll suitcase off the floor, swung it over my shoulder and make my way to the front of the building, waiting for my ride.

*Wow gone for a day and now I'm lost..my character is in an extremist group by force..should she be in the Newsmen to make it easier so we are all on the same page and there aren't too many different things going on?"

Jude-

My dad put the plate of breakfast down in front of me and I tried to lung at him but had forgotten I was stapped to the chair.
"Jude, please don't make this harder than it already is. This has always been your destiny, you can't escape it."
She was going to say something very unintelligable but didn't really feel like getting beated again, "I'm not hungry." She knew she should have waited before trying to run away, should have gained their trust or at least found out where they were. Her entire life had been turned upside down the night her dad came in with a gun to her head and told her to pack. She packed and walked down the stairs to see six men, then everything went dark. She woke up in a strange house in a strange city before forced to hack publishing centers and infiltrate government documentations. The days and nights had blurred together into one endless night. There were no clocks, no televisions, and no radios in the house. She was isolated.
"Come on, you need to keep your strength up."
"I'm not hungry." She said again in a less controlled tone. A new boy walked in. He was her age and had just come a few days ago. She didn't know if he was staying in the house or what. She had seen dozens of "Newsmen" as they called themselves come in and out of the house at different times. She didn't talk to them and barely even looked at them but it seemed her dad had decided to put this one on gaurd duty since her failed escape plans.
"Kyle take Jude to her room, she doesn't seem to have much of an appetite tonight." Her father said picking up the plate. The boy, Kyle, set down a gun he had been cleaning and walked over to Jude. He carefully unlocked the harnesses. She made another escape attempt but he was fast. She pushed him onto the floor and darted for the door but ended up on the floor with him because he had pulled her down.
"It's no use. I've checked all the exits they're all covered." Then he handcuffed her and took her to her room, which was more like a glorified jail cell. He didn't chain her to the wall like usual though.
As soon as she stepped into the room he shoved her against the wall pushing her into a corner of the room. He pulled the door shut and put his finger to his lips. Only when they were squished into the corner did he talk.
"This is the only spot in the room out of camera's view. Your brother, Jesse, sent me. I'm going to get you out of here."
"How can I trust you?"
"You can't, but you're going to have to."

*Hope this is okay, if not I'll edit*