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    A.Auditore

    maybe...

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Selena walked around the building, her feet barely making a sound, which was weird because she always wore her black or red heels to work. It was almost time to call her group in for a meeting but was waiting for those that might be on missions to return, she started pacing back and forth in front of her office before turning the handle and stepping inside, dark, flipping the switch on she saw him in her chair "Ben what the fluff are you doing in my office?" the chair spun to the side and the blonde haired man smiled at her, propping his feet on her desk "Waiting for you my lovely red haired vixen" rolling her eyes she walked towards him, smiling as she kicked his feet off her desk "Get out.. or I'll throw you out.."

    The time had come, she left her office and headed down the bright sea green hallway towards the red door, this room belonged to them, her crew, her friends of misfits as the other agents called them, but mostly because half of her crew weren't fully human, but that's what she liked about them, that they were different and in her opinion were a hell of a lot better than the other teams, but everyone thought that about their own crew, but she believed it.

    opening the door she stepped in and started getting everything ready for when they started to arrive.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    The elevator stopped at the third floor, announcing it with a quiet ding and an LED display. Lassa walked out, her heels announcing her arrival in the sea green hallway with a rhythmic click, clack, click, clack, click, clack. Her appearance was its usual immaculate self. Her shoulder length black hair was worn loose and pushed behind her shoulders. Her snow white skin was completely spotless. Her scarlet glossy lipstick, cream foundation and light pink blush gave some life and color to her face while the black mascara and liberal blue eye shadow gave her a dark Gothic look. Her outfit was both professional and fashionable. A black suit that comprised of a knee length skirt and two button jacket with the top button done, a white long sleeve button up shirt underneath, a pair of sheer black tights with feet and a pair of black knee high stiletto boots with four inch heels, clean and polished to a shine. Overall, she looked damn good.

    She reached her office at the second door on the left and unlocked it. Her office was relatively plain but practical, consisting of a desk, swivel chair, little fridge to the left and a printer to her right. Next to the printer was her computer, currently shut down and in the center and left of her desk was an open folder with some work she'd left out from three days before. The last time she'd been in before going on her most recent mission. She sat down, enjoying the feeling of being back and in her comfortable chair, and took a moment to think about how things had gone. It had been nice to have someone else do the killing for once. And this time there was no messy murder scene. She had created far too many of those in her past life, something she'd never really be able to be okay with. No matter how many times she told herself she was making up for it now. She opened up the top drawer to her right and pulled out a small but thick photo album and turned to the last page. An overweight brunette of about nineteen stood with her hands and legs crossed and a huge smile on her face. She had thick glasses and was in a full catsuit with long gloves and riding boots. Black leather from head to toe. A little label that said "Samantha" in pen was below her. It had been the most liberating moment of that young girl's life. She had finally gotten the courage to wear the outfit she'd always dreamed of without worrying about the consequences. It was taken six hours before she died. Lassa had taken the picture, she took all these pictures, and put them in this book. Her permanent record of all her past relationships. Her past victims. All two hundred and seventy nine of them, the first when Lassa was sixteen.

    She put the album away and checked her email. There were dozens of messages but nothing really important. The only thing of import was a note from her boss saying to meet her in the staff room when she got in. Seeing no reason to keep her waiting, Lassa put her computer to sleep, got up and headed for the door. She left her small black umbrella on her desk but took her black purse. After a short walk to the end of the hall she opened the left of the double doors and smiled at the sight of Selena.

    "Morning Lena." She said with a genuine smile.
     

    hershangames

    Well-Known Member
    N.3 calmly crossed the corridor towards his office. He was wearing a hooded black sweater, as usual. Thanks to a practiced combination of his hood's shadow and the way he moved his neck, his face was constantly shadowed and his factions barely distinguishable. To top it all, he wore pitch black jeans and his steps were as noisy to normal people as they would've been to a deaf. He truly resembled a shadow.

    He opened the door and entered the office. It was a quite modest office. A wooden desk at the center of the room and a few shelfs in the western wall. An electric lamp and some papers were the only thing that troubled the otherwise plain table, and the only light source in the place was a faint ray of sunlight coming from a fairly big window behind the table.

    Upon sitting down, N.3 noticed a small note in the chair. He took a d read it:

    "Please come see me when you have time.

    Selana."

    He stored the note on a dresser in which he kept all his papers and left the office. Before leaving he made sure to lock the door, and then he calmly crossed the corridor again, this times towards Selana's office.




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    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    Where was he again? Truthfully he had no idea, and as the man known as “The Hedonist” maybe that was a good thing. It was a blur, as far as he cared. Each thrill giving way to a monotony of existence. In one moment he would be in a foreign country, stabbing the brains out of various warlords or revolutionaries or generals, but the next moment he would be trapped in agony as surgeons removed bullets and stitched up cuts. All this pain, all this elation for something of an endless torment for all he had to look forward to was that next mission.

    Now though, he felt bored even with the idea of a new mission dangled in front of his face. The nanomachines released something calming and Hedonist found himself drifting. Suddenly he was at his office, and he took out a cutting board, using his short knife to cut open a small pouch he seemed to have pulled out from his pocket. Cutting it open and spilling out the fine powder that lay within it.

    “The things I do for…” Hedonist breaks out into a giggle as he uses his knife to make fine lines. After putting his head down, he pops back up giggling even more. “My country…”

    The buzz began to fade away as his nanomachines began to store the freshly ingested product. The Hedonist shivered as he realized that there was a note on his desk. Now that he was normal, he turned for the door. Giggling and wiping his nose, Hedonist walked into the room throwing himself into a chair. Legs hanging out fully extended and a goofy smile on his lips. “Hello, ladies! And N.3…”
     

    CapObvious

    A Rotten Scroungeral
    Brom's eyes slid open slowly. The room was still dark, as he had turned on the automatic blinders before they had fell asleep. As his eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him, he was careful not to move as his mind recalled the night before.

    He and Marzia were doing a team exercise. One that they had been working on for a year, nearly two. This exercise was simple enough. The two of them were to rest, using each other as support for their bodies. Told in a simpler way, their backs pressed against each other for support as they sat in the center of the room, crossed legged with their hands on their knees. They had been working together for companies like theirs since they were kids, and they had always relied on each other to get through the toughest challenges they faced.

    They had worked together so long, it had been said that they were two halves of the same whole. Two halves of a seriously devastating killing machine.

    Brom didn't move his body, not wanting to disturb his partner as she slept. He instead flicked his eyes to the left side of him, where after his eyes adjusted, he saw a wooden staff. Even if he hadn't seen it, he knew the object was there. He had one placed beside both of them before they had called it lights out.

    This was the other half of the exercise. They both needed to rely on each other, but they also needed to remain acutely aware of their surroundings even when they were asleep. To know when either of them were in danger, and to react quickly enough to respond to any outside threat.

    But this time, the exercise wasn't another attacker. No. This time, their target, was each other.

    He stilled himself, retaining his breathing and composure. He felt her breathing, the rising and falling of her body channeled through her back to his, showing that she was still, in fact, asleep. He smiled to himself, holding back a soft chuckle. He had finally caught her unaware. This time, she wouldn't sweep victory out from under him.

    Or at least, he believed so. As he prepared himself mentally, he inadvertently adjusted his back slightly. In doing so, he felt her breathing change, and her back tense up. He fought the urge to curse under his breath. Any chance of a surprise victory was now gone. They were both awake now, and aware of each other.

    Which meant he had to act fast.

    His hand sped for the staff and tucked his body as he did so, rolling over the staff and reaching his feet in moments. When he looked up, he saw Marzia was doing the same, a small smirk playing on her face. They prepared their staffs for combat, and Brom struck first.

    A quick swing came from above Marzia's head, but she hopped back, watching Brom's staff hit the padded floor with a muffled thud. She pulled a spinning kick at Brom's head, and it connected with a loud slap. Brom reeled slightly, and she capitalized with a smack of the staff to his chest. Brom snorted, trying not to lose his focus, despite the pain in his face and chest.

    They started swinging again, each one parrying the other's swings, and trying their hardest to find an opening. Brom, trying something new, swung the staff down from above again, but this time, while Marzia was preparing to parry it, Brom shifted and swung his leg for the back of her knees. Unprepared for the sudden change of events, her legs buckled from the sudden kick, and she fell to the floor. Brom pressed a foot on her staff, which she had clutched to her chest, and pointed his staff at her face.

    "Check and mate." Brom declared, his words interrupted by his jagged breaths. His face and chest still stung harshly, but he knew the fight was over.

    Except it wasn't.

    While Brom chuckled, Marzia twisted her legs around his swept his feet out from underneath him. Brom fell on his back with a sickening thud.

    Both of them were on the floor, disarmed, and out of breath. Then, from out of nowhere, both began to chuckle loudly, until it was a roar of laughter from both of them, interrupted by sharp coughing. Both of them returned to their feet, and began to get ready for a new day.
    ---​
    Soon after, both of them arrived at their office, taking a moment to prepare themselves for whatever adventure was sure to come today. A few moments after they had settled in, both of their monitors pinged with a message. They walked toward their respective machines, opening up the email to discover they were needed for a meeting.

    They looked to each other, both wondering what this could mean before they left the office, making their way to Selena, who had called the meeting. They made their way down the green hallway, before entering the room, looking to their fellow agents who had already gathered without them. Brom spoke up, smirking softly. "Sorry we're late. Had a few things to take care of before we arrived." Marzia nodded, agreeing that his response was enough off a summation of their morning. They both took a seat, and looked to Selena, waiting for her to explain why they were here.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Selena sat in her chair, it was rather large for her, making her look smaller than she was, propping her feet up on the black glassed table, she waited until members of her group started pouring in, greeting each with the smile that many were accustomed to, as the last members entered she swung her feet over, standing up, grabbing the red folders from the table, without a word she walked around, placing each a folder in front of them, walking towards the light switch she clicked it off darkening the room until a soft click echoed in the room turning on the projector "I hope you all had an exciting week, it's been awhile since we have had a contract like this before" she walked towards the wall where the pictured glow "I would love to hear everyone's mission, but for right now let's get this out of the way first" she pushed a button and the picture changed to a group "As most know this family is one of the contributors to the oil company who in fact is trying to eliminate everything not running off of any kind of oil.. we all know that's bad news.. because" she pushed the button again displaying a destroyed city "They can charge whatever amount of coin they want..." letting out a soft grunt she quickly made her way towards the switch turning the lights back on "In everyone's folder is a member we are suppose to take care of... however I have a plan to get them all in one swift movement" she opened her folder up looking down "Intel has it that they are planning a party.. I think the most effective way to hurt the oil company trying to destroy everything is to get them at the party.. now the big boss wants it to look like an accident and that the company is at fault... questions? ideas?" she sat in her chair pulling it closer to the table
     

    EpicVakarian

    Calibration-Master General
    A slight scraping sound and the sudden feel of falling jerked Kyla awake. Her elbow had slid off her desk, almost leading to her smashing her chin on the heavy wood. Rolling her eyes, she slapped herself on the cheek lightly to wake herself up.
    As she leaned forward to get on with her paperwork, however, she remembered the meeting Selena had called. Her eyes widened comically, and she jerked up from her chair, desperately trying to find her notepad and a pen. Her left hand gave a little shudder, the mechanics whirring back into life after her nap, then worked normally. The instant she grabbed up her notepad and a black pen, she rushed to the meeting room, checking the time to see how late she was; thankfully, not too much.

    Kyla pushed the door open with her right hand and, typically, dropped her notepad with her left.
    "Sorry I'm late," she said apologetically to Selena, crouching down to pick up the pen and paper, and looking up at the table. Aside from Selena, there were more of the team sat around the table; Lassa, the curvy and beautiful vampire; the genetic experiment who went by the code name N3; the elven drug addict who called himself the Hedonist; the handsome warrior Brom; and his partner, Marzia.
    Come to think of it, Kyla was the last person to arrive.
    "I'm so sorry," she murmured one last time before sitting down next to Lassa, opening her notepad and removing the pen lid with her teeth, ready to take notes.
     

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