SIS - Epic Storybook (No longer Accepting)

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George Leyton | Guv'nor ~ bunker; Elite SIS Leader

The fax that came back through was a general establishment of contacts assignment. It was probably expected, since SIS protocol was to make sure everything was tip-top before any major engagement was enforced. The main points I'd get from command would be mass operations, in the meantime each team leader would just do their best to get as much out of this undercover op as possible. My lasting impressions of the team was that they were social, no doubt, which would be favourable in an undercover situation, but at current point not many people seemed to have brushed up their respect. I guessed that they'd eventually warm to the prospect, but the issue would need to be cleared up if they hadn't.

I took the lift back up to the shop floor. Its iron casing rattled, but it wasn't a sound that would disrupt any customers. When it arrived, I thumbed in the code to open the doors to the back of the shop. The doors opened heavily and I walked through, waiting for them to close behind me before going any further. Taking out my 9mm pistol, I placed it on a small weapons stash concealed cabinet at the opposite end of the room. It was behind a storage of small books, perfect if someone unexpected walked in, but not so perfect if we were raided by REAF Special Ops. They'd tear this place apart, regardless.

I walked through another set of doors and out on the bookshop floor. Fey was there, still somewhat ill from the previous night; perhaps alcohol wouldn't be too favourable for her, or the team looking at the end product. Though, it was only my second day, as far as I was concerned, it was adequete.

Hayley Wilson was talking to a customer about some cooking book. Her Chinese was good, where as mine wasn't quite so. I was curious why she was manning the shop, but it didn't matter for now, I'd tell her once she was finished with the customer; obviously that came first. Reet, Clint and some new guy were also there, sprucing up a bit of an argument. It didn't seem heated, but I got involved, especially since they were speaking English.

I walked up to them and sneered a whisper, "Oi, I don't know who this bloody guy is, but pipe down the lot'a you. If you hadn't noticed there's a customer over there. You're lucky it's some old bat, 'cause hell, that could'a been a REAF agent right there. Watch your tongues."

Reet nodded, as did Clint. Fey seemed disillusioned by everything, but since she was silent anyway, it didn't particularly concern me. James Dakota... or Jinx... didn't seem to be up here yet. Didn't particularly concern me either, since the shop was overcrowded. More prominently was who the hell the new guy was.

"Reet, who's this?" I asked, keeping my voice quiet and scanning him up and down; clearly a Westerner, but the rest was an unsure kind of character.

"I'm Raine," the lad butted in, his accent thick and definitely American. "You are?"

Shit, I thought. There was only one yank on the SIS team, Erika. That meant this cheeky bloke was either with the CIA or some dumb tourist who'd wondered into the real wrong bookshop.

"Shove it. You CIA?" I demanded.

"Yeah, ordered to help your operations," he said, smiling. "You must be Leyton, the guy in charge around here. I can tell by the way you look at people... not judgemental... more, sympathetic. Assessing them, constantly. You're always thinking, even now, look."

"You, shut-up," I said, pointing at him, "Clint, take him upstairs, I'll be there in a minute."

"Yes, Guv'," Clint replied, grabbing Raine by the arm and forcing him out the back. That guy had too much of a mouth on him to keep him down on the shop floor. I turned to Reet.

"The CIA. What the hell are they doing here?"

"I don't know, Guv'nor. He made a pretty dramatic entrance though."

"Typical," I acknowledged, "Don't trust him; nobody here is to trust them, right? The number of times the bloody CIA have tried to press their corrupt ways into policing the world is a hell hole. If we gotta have him, we put up with him. We don't trust him. I'll give him to Gold team since it looks responsible 'nough. Less he knows, the better."

"Right, Guv'," Reet said and then walked over to Hayley to talk. I left and went upstairs. C4 was there sitting on the edge of his bed, a cigarette hanging between his fingers. The American was sat on a chair, looking impatiently around the room, his eyes unrestful.

Harry Raine: Top Floor of Bookshop – Guv’nor Office

“Look, I know you’ve no reason to trust me Sir, but the President of USA isn’t as in control as you all assume.”

The person who looked in charge queried, "Explain."

Raine sighed a little, “Well basically Sir, what’s going on in our lovely planet right now is we’re being fooled by the puppets and ignoring the puppeteers. Obama hardly in loop anymore, I dare say I know more what happens than he does.”

"Obama wouldn't be able to control the facts anyway. The bad thing would be if you told me the military were pulling the strings. Then we've got UNDF issues as well," Leyton turned to look at the CIA agent, "You aren't saying that are you?"

“Well Sir that’s the thing, someone is and it’s military but it’s beyond confidential, even with one of my friends hacking all we could find was one name.”

Leyton's eyes widened. "Who is it?"

“Grant Francesco.”

"Alright, well you're with Gold Team who are studying relations between the SDT and the REAF politicians. All the same you can keep at getting intelligence from your links in America too. If you're keen on helping the peace effort, it might even mean killing some UNDF personnel, think you can handle that?" Leyton asked, "But that don't mean I trust you; just enough to accept you."

“I understand Sir; these are terrifying times we live in. The Cold War had nothing on this.” He added, “I’d be willing to take down anyone who deemed dangerous Sir, this world can’t survive another war.”

"Good," Leyton smiled, "Looks like you're in then."

Nodding, Raine stood up, then sat back down, “One more thing, my contact name, “Dust Hawk, I can give you contact information if you wish. Sorry about name, but well he’s in so deep this is only safe way. I’ve one warning he’s shall we say a little unbalanced, he’s trustworthy just...”

"Suits me. Put it this way, if the contact will help, it's a contact worth having."

“Okay, well, here’s his number.” He pulled a quickly scrawled number out his pocket and handed it to him. “He’s also got a messenger tag on AIM, DHawk.”

"Hmm. Where's he situated? Ringing and using the web to contact outside the REAF will probably cause trouble. Is he within East Asia?"

“He’s somewhere. He won’t tell me where but he’s scared he was one who told me get out of USA get myself in with British Intelligence.”

"Okay," Leyton alleged, "You go make yourself familiar with Gold team. We'll talk about the contact more later."

“Thank you Sir, I hope this information can be of use, I really do.” Raine bowed then blushed looking up, “Sorry, force of habit, you don’t mind?”

"I don't mind. Oh, and call me 'Guv', Sir's a depressing term."

Okay, Guv. I again apologize for my brashness I had to act like that as you may have guessed.”

"Indeed."

Raine nodded before leaving room. Well, at least they knew he could be trusted now. Dust had seemed terrified when they last spoke on phone. He hoped his friend was okay.

Sam Cook (Charlie Team): Bookstore, + Hayley Wilson

Sam squeezed past Clint, Guv'nor, and the random Asian guy and into the bookstore with a backward glance. He didn't know who the stranger was, but he figured it was yet another late arrival.

He glanced around quickly and found who he was looking for: Hayley. She was sitting behind the counter, chatting with Reet. Keeping a somewhat respectful distance, Sam waved her over. Finishing her conversation, she came to stand in front of him.

"Hm?" she said quietly, crossing her arms.

"I've been thinking..."

"Oh?" she said sarcastically. "That's nice."

"Haha, funny." Sam continued. "But back to business. Since you and me are part of a team and all, what do you say we go have some fun?"

"Fun? Why?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "I mean recon. It's about time, now that the gang's all here, that we give them something to do, you know? Since you and I are so famously close, we're the perfect choice to scout out REAF events, public or not. And then we crash the ones we do find out about. Figure out who's going to be there, why, and come up with a plan to screw with their minds."

He gave her his best, most charming smile. "What do you say?"

They were about to take Erika outside to talk to her when the man came rushing through the door. It had all happened so fast--the arrival of the CIA agent. So much so that it had sent chills up Erika's spine. Why was the CIA here? Erika hadn't caught the details of the conversation, and they'd moved up to Leyton's office, to disperse the important details, Erika guessed. She wondered if this agent was enemy or an ally-if they knew that Erika was American and turned down their offer to join the CIA. This was an important mission--would they attempt to recruit her again? She collapsed down into the wall of the bunker, anxious to be let in on the details.

Sorry it's so short! Erika doesn't really have much to do.

Name: Rayne Locke

Nickname: Ray, Shadow

Age: 19 (yeah, it's young, but trust me on this one)

Appearance: Rayne is tall and athletically slender, with piercing electric blue eyes and jet black hair. Across her shoulder blades, she has a tattoo of the Irish words "An comhrac le cónaí, beo a throid", which translates to "Fight to live, live to fight". She usually wears a hardened expression that seems to say, "Whatever you think you're achieving with me, you're not." Like the picture, but without beauty mark, her hair is evenly cut, and she usually wears black.

Spoiler

Personality: Defiant and tough to the point of insanity, Rayne is never the one to pour out her emotions. She has an unbeatable reputation throughout every agency that has ever dealt with her, and more. She is not likely to use her looks to deceive or manipulate men, mainly because she thinks it a dishonest way to obtain the target. She is on the reserved side, and can appear emotionless if she wishes. It's a great accomplishment for anyone to get her to smile, let alone laugh. Overall, she's cold, but a great agent. She gets along well with people she trusts as soon as she opens up to them, but that's not a common occasion. At all. She loves sneaking up on people and scaring them, which is easy for her because of her natural stealth.

Preferred vehicle: Sleek, thin, rather lightweight motorbikes, especially if they're silver.

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Style: assassination, obtaining hard to get information or objects. If it involves stealth, she'll do it.

Skills: Extreme stealth, cat like reflexes, and overall light on her feet- that's Rayne. She's also an incredibly good fighter and is never without at least one weapon. She has heightened senses, meaning she can smell dangerous toxins quicker, hear things that are much farther, recognize things as soon as she touches them, see things extremely well, day or night, etc.

History: Rayne was born into a wealthy family, but she never knew that until she was twelve, as she was abandoned at birth. She was taken in by an ex-agent for the SIS, and was raised by him. He taught her how to fight, sneak around, and harden herself... and then was shot in the heart by a "friend" who turned against him for money. At his funeral, Rayne learned the truth about everything. Her parents, who had been related in some way to Rayne's caretaker, approached her, promising a life of safety and peace, and telling her that all she knew was a lie, and that her raiser was insane and a liar. Enraged, she swore to avenge her adoptive father, and to show her parents that she wasn't like them. She started living off the streets as a pickpocket and a thief, and soon grew rich without her parents' help. When she successfully stole the wallet of a decorated SIS agent, she was made to face her past. Immensely guilty about stealing from someone who might have known her late caretaker, she returned it immediately. That was when she was offered a spot in the SIS. To this day, she has a habit of pickpocketing, and when she's not working, she's researching her caretaker and her own past, the reason her entire aura seems to say, "I've been through stuff you could never imagine, so don't mess."

Code: 027

Up For Love: Sure, why not?

Rayne ran into the bunker, eyes wild. She stopped before a cluster of people crowded around someone who matched the photo of her new leader, took a deep breath to calm herself, and walked in.

George Leyton looked up at the girl before him, as did every other agent. "Er, shop's closed, dear...?"

Rayne resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Agent 27, name Rayne Locke. I apologize profusely for not getting here earlier, but I had... personal matters to attend to." George looked surprised.

"Well, you're awfully yo-"

"Young? Yeah. I get that a lot. Just check your faxes. I was sent here."

"Oh, you can call me Guv'nor."

"Right then, Guv'nor. I'm with the SIS, alright? So... where do I sleep?"

Guv'nor lifted an eyebrow. "You seem rather twitchy."

"Well, I don't have a weapon on me, other than this little switchblade."

"Ah."

Rayne nodded and took a seat against a wall, twisting a charm on her necklace between her fingers, seemingly entranced. Behind her, Guv'nor raised his eyebrows. Guv'nor glanced over her file. "Huh. This should be interesting."

C-4 | Clint Lawson, Team Alpha
Second Floor, w/ George Leyton | Guv'nor
Clint's eyes only left Raine's back once he was completely out of sight, and then he closed them, bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling in. He usually kept the cigs away when in the house, given how quickly smoke could accumulate in the cramped rooms, but right now? He really, really needed the nicotine and its calming effects.

A breath or two and he cracked his eyes open again, peering at Leyton. The man seemed to be thinking, probably about the same thing Clint himself was, so he just sat back and waited.

"What do you think?"

"Sounds a bit far-fetched, if you ask me. How do we know that we can trust him?" There was only so much Clint was willing to swallow, and that was way too big to go in on blind faith. Spies didn't deal in blind faith anyway. That only got you killed.

"We don't. I'll see if I can get in touch with this contact of his, check what we can get out of him."

Clint nodded. Took another drag from his cigarette. "...If what he says is true, why haven't we heard of it? There must've been word of it at least back home." The US had power, yes, but they weren't the only ones in the coalition. There had to be measures ready for those kind of situations.

"Maybe there was."

"Point." For all he knew the higher-ups knew and just hadn't bothered informing the rank and file. Not like there was much use to it.

Another pause, then - "I hate this kind of crap. Give me something to blow up any day... Guv'?" He rose to his feet, looking askance at the older man, an old habit he still hadn't quite shaken off.

"Dismissed. You don't need to ask."

Clint nodded, made his way down back to the store and tried to find Reet. Where had they left off already?

[[ninjacookiemonster, read the posts before yours. There's no such thing as any meeting, and only Alpha team is bunking upstairs. You should be heading for the bunker, that's where most everyone is anyway.]]

Ty Sirus- 1:20pm| REAF HQ

It was trickery then Ty thought to work the thing. He kept bouncing around as he switched from floor to floor, and tried to move around. It probably didn't look all that normal to the people below. Hopefully, Ty thought, they would think he was just an idiot.

Ty arrived at the middle two floors, and he saw a figure at the back. he assumed it was either Fey, who he hadn't gotten contact with yet. He propped the window open, and then slipped in, with he rest of the bugs in hand. Fey didn;t notice him, which he found odd for a spy. "Yo, Feyhey, got your bugs right here. I think the camera would be best near the window. No one usually goes there."

The figure turned around. It was an old Chinese man, bald with a small gray goatee. He looked at Ty for a moment, confused. Ty prayed he didn't speak English. "You no clean man."

Ty played it cool. He was stressed on the inside though. "Yeah yeah. I know I don't look like a million bucks. I just came in here to go to the bathroom."

"No try and fool me. I know me English," He may not know how to speak it, but he sure did understand it.

"Okay...Okay...So, what are you going to do to me?" Ty slowly put the can of cleaner down and raised his left arm. Before he raised his other hand he pulled his gun out, enough so he could grab it, if it came to that.

"I take you to boss. He deal with bad man. You bad man," He grabbed Ty. "Bad Bad man. Come. Come."

"Yeah, not so fast man," Ty followed him, slowly. "I'll go see your boss. In hell."

Ty whipped out his gun and jammed it into the old man's stomach. He bent over, either knocked out or too weak to move. Ty didn;t care, or wait to find out. He took a split second to think. Would the window-whatever be a fast enough get away? Could he hide the guy and move on with the mission? Should he say he was done and just leave? In that split second he didn;t get to do anything.

Someone screamed something, and Ty turned to see a man at the end of the hallway. Ty sprinted the towards him, hoping to stop him before he did anything. He was fast, though. He took off down the hall, and pulled a fire alarm, or something that looked like one. Lights flashed red, and the speakers began to say Intruder Alert. Level Four has been breached. In Chinese, of course.

Ty stopped in his tracks. What was he supposed to do. He had training for this. He ran after the guy who pulled the alarm, and grabbed him. He placed him in a half nelson, and pushed a gun to his head. He needed a hostage to get out of there. Ty slowly made his way towards the elevator. He heard food steps.

Mad shouts of Chinese occupied the speakers but Ty was too occupied to care. He finally found the elevator, and awkwardly pushed the button. The team finally found him. "Stop or I'll shoot!" Ty screamed in Chinese. "Back away, and place your weapons on the ground. If anyone tried to stop me, I kill him, and as many others as I can before you get me."

The elevator doors opened and Ty ran inside, pushing his hostage away. He was headed for the roof.

Ty knew he had no hope getting out through the front door. As soon as he got there the Police would get involved, his whole cover would be blown. He still had a chance right now. If he could get to the roof he could use his plan. While the elevator climbed up Ty popped the maintenance panel open and climbed out of the elevator. He then stopped the elevator right before it reached the final floor. It would hold them up a bit.

Ty was now at the hard part. The buildings weren't all that close, so he couldn't exactly jump it. There came the window washer cover. Kent pulled the window washer stand up as fast as possible, hopped in and pushed off. It fell fast at first, but it still swung out and away from the main building. Ty quickly jumped out, and was able to grab onto a flag hanging at the second floor of a neighboring building. From there he just ran.

(Ty isn;t going directly to the Bookstore, not wanting to blow the cover, probably would come back late, near closing.)

*Ignore my first post*
Sara
I walked calmly into the bookstore and walked over to a group of people. "Agent 66 Name Sara Rose. Sorry for not getting here sooner I got lost." I said coolly. They turned around looking at me in surprise. "I am with the SIS and I have one question where do I sleep?" I continued calm. They all looked at me incredously and I smiled. "I figured if I just walked in it would be less suspicious." I said knowing what the looks were for.

Mercredi - Lila Downkins



[ Main street in front of the bookshop ; allusion to Sara ]


Team Alpha’s job was quite simple : looking normal. That was what they were already doing before Gun’s arrival, so to recieve this order didn’t change much for Lila. She wasn’t carving for action like many agents she knew, so it was all fine for her. Her job had always been to stay back and she was good at that.

Lila sat outside the bookshop, smiling as the sun warmed her, and stretched her arms. It was nice. She waved at one of their neighbour, glad to recieve a shy wave back, and removed her shoes and socks. She took her green nail varnish in her pocket and waved her toes. Well well well.

She bite her tongue between her teeths and began her work, concentrated. It took her five minutes, and five more to be sure all was well dry.

“Nǐ hǎo,” she said with a smile to the girl coming in but, as often, didn’t get any reply. She should learn a little more chineese, “hello” was the only thing which she knew how to say and she’d been there for more than a week now. If they were going to stay long here, to learn chineese would be a good idea.

She put her shoes near to the door and, checking that she had a few coins in her pocket, crossed the street bare footed to the bar near the bookshop. The man working here was beginning to know her and nodded when she entered, giving her the lemonade she used to drink there now and again.

Looking normal was a cool mission, she thought, looking up to her feet, she just hoped the others weren’t doing silly things meanwhile.


(( Erika, fancy to talk a bit? : D ))

* I wonder where the rest of my team went?

Maya

So getting information, that sounds interesting. I went back to my group only to find that there were only a few people that were still there from the party. Great, now this is competition. I pound my chest feeling a victory over my hiccups as I went back to my group.
"How is our hiccup leader?" Daemys spoke. I glared at him as I looked at each one. So what now? What would a leader supposed to do at this time? Oh, I know.

"Haha, very funny, Daemys. You know what the last time someone said that to me was at a prison and you know what I did to him. I took hold of his lips and pinch it so much that I can feel his lip rip apart."
"You don't need to get serious."
"well, I am now. Okay team, here's the job...well first job. We are going to attend a local REAF. I got some invites here that I got before coming here. Just say, I know a bit about the REAF from experiences."
They nodded as I presented them with a local REAF badge
"So we are going there wearing formal attire with this badge. I need Clare and Daemys....to talk to the various attendants for any detail about REAF while Leighton will research the things they spoke in the meeting. The meeting is at five and today is twelve."
I placed my hand over by stomach. When I looked at the group, i notice Leighton was gone. I wonder where he went. Oh well.
"So why not we get some food together somewhere here. I'm famish."

Clare- Downstairs-with her team

I shook my head.
"No thanks, not hungry, I'm going to pick out an outfit for tonight. Maybe I'll finally get some action." I said with a wink before walking off. I loved my job, hopefully I could use my skills soon. When I was safely upstairs I went through the closet, sometime during the night while I was drunk I had put my clothes in the closet, my clothes were free for any of the girls to use. I pulled out a skimpy red dress. No, not this much. I pulled out a blue dress, sparkly, a little longer, strapless, perfect. I heard someone coming upstairs. I didn't care, I was too busy admiring my dress choice and picking between two sets of heels. I hoped I wasn't getting to formal. I turned as someone spoke.
"Nice choice."

*could be anyone*

Daemys,

Nope. Cardinal, or Birdwoman, as I shall now call her, and I are not going to get along. Ah, well. The ups and downs. You know.
Not feeling particularly hungry, and not wanting to stay a moment longer with Birdwoman, I silently follow Clare upstairs, and watch in amusement as she begins to decide what to wear tonight. When she finally seems to have settled on something, I speak up.

"Nice choice," I say, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She turns around.

"Oh! Thanks," she says in neutral tones.

"I'm Daemys, in case you hadn't figured it out yet," I say, sticking out my hand for her to shake. She doesn't. Pfft.

"Why did you follow me?" She looks at me questioningly.

I shrug, "No reason. I just had nothing else to do." I grin.

"Well, if you could leave while I change..." she turns around.

"Why of course...Clare," I don't know her well enough yet to come up with a name.

Clare

"Call me steppes, the guys call me heart breaker." She rolled her eyes. "If i get to use my specialty tonight you'll find out why." I winked at her. She turned and closed the door. I peeled off my tight clothes and slid into the dress. I checked to make sure i had it on right. I still couldn't decide between the black stilettos or the silver ones. I pulled off my sneakers and tried them on. I felt so girly doing so. I couldn't decide, i needed help. I opened the door and stepped into the hall, my bare feet felt nice against the ground. I walked into the kitchen area, not bothering to check if anyone was in here.
"Which ones do you like better? The silver or the black?" I held them up. Still looking between them.

Daemys is a boy.

Daemys,

Heart breaker? Nah. Definitely NOT the nickname that I'm looking for. How 'bout something like "Freckles" or "Loose?" No, those aren't any good either. I sigh. She's tougher than other's, that's for sure, but...Well, I'll think of something. I always do.
I step back into the shadows as she walks out of her room and goes to the kitchen to ask an opinion about...shoes? I follow her again, silently. Before anyone in the kitchen can answer, I come into the doorway behind her.

"Definitely the black," I say with mock seriousness, "Goes well with your eyes." Hell, I don't know anything about clothes. But this, this is fun.

She whirls around, "You again?"

"Me again. Soooo sorry if that wasn't the opinion you were looking for."