WELCOME TO RAYVEN'S REIGN.

[♗ NarRaay]

Character Used: Agent Jessica Brightside

Sitting there on her rather cheep couch, in what had to be the smallest apartment ever, her phone suddenly rang. "hello?" traditional way to answer a phone yeah? "Agent Brightside, someone will knock on your door... he's a contact... you are to give him the intel you've gathered and continue with the mission" She rolled her eyes and hissed a shhhh into the phone. Really it's like they didnt think people listened in on cell phone conversations. "be more careful with my real name, the line is secure?" A moment later the Boss's voice could be heard once more "it's secure...has been...dont worry just focus on the mission at hand got it?" A sigh escaped her lips but she replied "yes sir...eta?" The Boss's voice grew silent for a moment then he said "about five minutes" then the line went dead.

She set her phone on a table and shrugged, turning on the t.v. which was in russian but she really didnt care. It was something to drown out the silence, after about five or so minutes of watching it a knock on the door could be heard and she stood, sniffing the air slightly. Figuring it was the contact she walked over to it, unlocking it before opening it. "can I help you?" she ask the man standing there at her door. Looking him up and down as she tried to judge him by the way he smelled and looked. He looked too muscular to be just a somebody who came by for a visit.

[♖ Helvetios]

Character uses: Joseph LaFonte

Earlier that day:

Sergeant Joeseph LaFonte sat at a coffee shop in downtown Moscow, reviewing his orders. He was told he was to meet up with someone in the suburbs of Russia. Winter in Russia was also just like Canada. He was trained and use to it. His white parka jacket and pants with a civilian clothes underneath helped with the cold. He also wore his gore tek combat boots. Warm black waterproof and weather proof boots worked for the current weather.

Reading the papers he received from the Sergeant Major, he wondered why the SM couldn't of sent the team in to neutralize them and all would be well. Must be something bigger. He shrugged as he reviewed the papers.

Sergeant Joseph LaFonte. You need to find the Motel in the south part of downtown Moscow. You'll meet a contact there and she'll go over more details with you later. Although first, before getting the information, you must inform her you're a pizza delivery man.

The reason we only sent you is because we need to know more about this organization before sending the rest of the squad in to take care of the situation.

You will be founded an apartment soon, where your equipment, your uniform and weapons will be dropped off at. This place is controlled by the most trusted allies in the Russian Federation.

Equipment includes everything you received in training for this mission. One last word before your mission gets carried out. good luck, Sergeant LaFonte

He got up slowly and directed himself to the door and in to the frigid cold of the Russian Winter, a cold wind flowing against his face as he stepped out and the sound the snow crunching under his boots.

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Present Time:

He arrived at the motel hours later, with the sun just beginning to set. Looking at his watch to check the time, then a piece of paper saying "6" before finding the room of the same number. He walked up the door of the same number as in his piece of paper and knocked. Waiting for a bit, the door soon opened revealing a short, blond, female with blue eyes. He tried ever so hard to remember what to say.

"Hello. I am a pizza delivery... really, sir... you have to?" He looked at her before continuing, "Screw this," He looked around, before saying, "I'm the guy..."

[♗ NarRaay]

A bit of a laugh escaped her, oh yes he was her contact, she smiled at him and opened the door wider. Motioning for him to come on in, then poked her head out, looking both directions. Sighing she closed the door behind him, assuming he came in. "the guy huh?" she giggled slightly and shook her head. "you're here for the intel yeah?" her voice was soft, yet still firm as she spoke. She was an Agent after all, she couldnt be soft and delicate like a lilly now could she?

"go ahead and sit down, I'll go grab the file...you'd be surprised at what I've found..." a bit of a worried expression dawned her face as she thought about exactly what she'd found. She walked over to the small, crappy, kitchenette thing and reached up into a cabinet. Her body stretching and her shirt lifting slightly to show her flat stomach as she reached up to it. Getting the file she slid back onto her heels, as she'd been on her tip toes, and walked back over to him.

Holding it up "got it right here.." she said and stuck her hand out, holding the file out to him. "I'm Agent Jessica Brightside...CIA...you are?"

[♖ Helvetios]

He entered the warm motel room, before settling down on the closest chair to the door. He unzipped his white parka jacket and set in on the sofa near him. He watched her as she went to get the files, his hand gripping the handle of a pistol, hidden under a sweatshirt he bought just recently. He watched figure as she reached up to the cabinet to grab the files. His hand slowly left go of the pistol as she pulled them out, knowing he could trust her for now.

He watched her closely as she walked up to him with the file in her hands, before handing them to him. He took them from her hands and opened the files. She introduced herself to him, using her full name including her status in the CIA. He wondered if he should give out his rank name and organization. A simple like, though might do the trick for now- Or just his name will do for now?

He held out his hand to shake hers as he retrieved the file from her. "Joseph LaFonte," He said, "So, anything you might of missed from the files, and how close are you to the person we're dealing with?" He started reading over files, skimming and picking up the important details of the papers as he skimmed.

[♗ NarRaay]

She watched him reach out a hand for her to shake, idly she thought about how chilly and soft her skin was compared to his, and tossed the thought out of the window. Reaching out she shook his hand "nice to meet you... what can I call you? Joseph? Joe...Joey?" Somewhere in her head she noted the name, and told herself to remember to look him up later.

His questions had one eyebrow raising, a smirk on her face. "are you kidding? I know what shit this guy does at every second of every day... I know what time he gets up at night to piss... I know what strip clubs he goes to and exactly which 'dancers' he asks for. I know... every meticulous detail... and more..." The smirk grew into a grin "I dont know him very well personally, I do know him through others though... I've got several dancers and people who work around him to send me info...let's just say... i've got it to where getting the job done...will be easy..." Then shook her head slightly, causing her blond hair to fall over her shoulders and into her face a bit. Pushing the hair away from her face " but no...nothing I know of left out of those files... everything should be there..." she said it a bit softly, her lips still pulled up into a grin.

She was more modest than other agents of the CIA, and she was a bit befuddled by how many of them went under the name Lynch. The CIA was known for being snooty, uptight, and quite a bit... just over all not great. She liked to think that she wasnt like the others, that she acted a bit nicer, but she wasnt sure.

[♖ Helvetios]

"Heh, I guess you could call me 'Joey' for now," He said, grinning. He nodded as he looked over the papers, noticing how large this organization really is. He remember once in Afghanistan, David told him an Estonian person offered David to join this one invisible organization that according to the Estonian person has people working for it, world wide. He figured he'd keep such information to himself for the time being, before blurting anything out. He looked at her as she told him everything.

"It isn't safe to talk about this information here," he smiled as he got up, slowly, putting the white parka vest on his back, zippering it up on his front. "Let's head to my apartment located north of here. Get what you need and let's leave. Besides. Better where I'm at then in a motel with rooms with walls that's bound to... Crumble any minute, now."

He walked over to his rented car, a 1999s Honda Civic. Not entirely fuel efficient nor too expensive but it was good enough for now. Entering the car, he placed the files on the back seat of the car, before getting into the driver's seat. He then sat there, waiting for her to get in.

[♗ NarRaay]

She nodded slightly, smiling "alright Joey...you can call me Jess or Jessi..." she shrugged a bit "whichever works...I dont mind...." Which she really didnt mind what people called her, she had quite a few nick names back at HQ and the supernatural world knew her by a couple nick names as well. So what she was called really didnt matter much, she'd answer to most anything. Then she blinked her clear gray/blue eyes and focused on him, "yeah...dont worry anything we have said already is safe... Central Intelligence wouldnt have let me go without a safe place...but I think anything's better than this..."

She laughed a bit, her body rippling with the laughter slightly. "I'm sure this place will crumble pretty soon..." Then she nodded, still laughing a bit, and went over to grab her CIA issued duffel bag. Lifting the heavy looking bag easily with one arm and pulling a long strap over her shoulder. Turning quickly she leaned over and grabbed her phone, sliding it easily into the pocket of the jeans she was wearing. After all she couldnt walk around in her CIA uniform...she was undercover after all. Walking over to the door she picked up her black purse, her net book (smaller version of a lap top) inside of it, and pulled out her keys.

Standing at the door she glanced around the place, making sure she hadnt left anything important, and she hadnt so she turned and shut the door. Gliding easily to his car she leaned over near the driver's side, the cold not bothering her at all, as a matter of fact it didnt even look like she registered that it was cold. "um...I'm going to take my car... you want me to follow behind you?" Her hair blew around her pale face in the wind, creating streaks of pale blond hair across her face before she lifted a hand and pushed them back.

[♖ Helvetios]

He nodded, "Very well, Jessica. Follow closely, I hear there's a winter's storm brewing and I'd rather not get caught in it," He said as he started the ignition. Waiting for her to start her car. Once she did, He pulled out of the motel's drive, turning on the radio, was a German band, Rammstein, the song was Ich Will. One of Joey's favourites.

Singing along to it as he drove down the streets or Moscow. "Ich will.... Ich will," Drumming on his steering wheel to the song as well. Once he got to the apartment, he got out, going to the back of his truck, he took out a box.

Looking back at her, making sure she made it, he went into the apartment, he took out his ID and showed it to the desk man. "Welcome back, Sergeant," The desk man whispered, "I see you got the package sent from HQ, eh, Sergeant?"

"HUA!" He said, "Oh, and let the girl in, she's with me," He grinned, chuckling slightly.

"Of course, LaFonte," The deskman said, watching Joey go upstairs.

Joey entered his room on the fourth floor, after walking several flights of stairs. The room was a small one bedroom apartment lot, with some brief cases in the closet, and several bags hanging that seemed to be containing clothing. Setting his parka jacket on the coat hanger he looked at her and said, "Set your stuff down anyway, you get the bed,' as he set the file on a small desk table, an X-box set up on the TV.

[♗ NarRaay]

"you and me both.." she muttered as she pushed away from his car and walked over to her own. Opening the door and sliding into the black Mercedes she tossed her duffel into the passenger seat. Then revved the engine, sitting there a moment before turning her radio on. Her Pink CD playing, yes she listened to Pink, what vampires can like music too! So she was singing along as she followed Joey's car, never falling too far behind.

Then pulled in when he did, finding a parking spot somewhat close to his, and turned the car off. The rumbling purr of the car immediately cut off and she grabbed her bag and purse, and slid out of the car. Hitting a button as she left it, a slight noise could be heard as it locked. She walked inside the building, seeing he was already walking up some stairs she followed, nodding a greeting to the man at the desk.

The stairs didnt bother her, being a vampire, she simply ran up them while trying to stay at a human pace and not just zip up to his floor. She followed him closely though, getting off the stairs when he did and following him into an apartment. First thing she did, as he told her to, was drop her bag by the door, and set her purse on a chair. She had been about to object to taking the bed, but seeing his face she knew it would be useless to even try.

So she pulled her net book out of her purse and flipped it open, the light reflecting from her eyes as she scanned over some info. Some names and locations, other details about them. She had been looking at a few of the people in the file's locations and behaviors and such when she'd been interrupted. Shaking her head she snapped it shut again "no i've been looking at that crap all day..." She turned and sat cross legged on the bed, facing him. "thank you...for letting me stay here with you..."

[♖ Helvetios]

He nodded, "No problem," He took one of the briefcases out into the other room, away from her sight. Opening the case relieved a C7 rifle, a disassembled rifle. Taking the bolt, he started putting the bolt together, all the small pieces. Clicking the bolt to make sure it worked, he placed it to the side, as he picked up the C7 rifle. Taking the barrel half, he fixed the hand grips on, over the rifle's barrel, and a C79 Optical sight over where the carrying handle is suppose to be.

Taking the other half, he placed the two together, clicking a small clip in, securing them both together, he took the cocking handle and set it in place before inserting the bolt. Clicking the two parts together, he pressed another clip in securing the back half. Aiming his rifle, he adjusted the optical sight to his liking before putting the rifle in the cupboard.


(C7A2 rifle)

Placing a large cover over it, to hide it more, he came back and said, "So, what's the course of action for tomorrow? How are we going to take care of this person and where are we going to strike first?"

[♗ NarRaay]

She watched him closely as he left the room with a brief case, her eyes slightly narrowed. Cocking her head to the side she listened closely, hearing the distinct clicks of a gun being put together. She'd learned the specific sounds one made as they put together a weapon. She also knew it was no simple gun, it was a rifle, what exact kind it was, she wasnt sure. But the way the pieces clicked together, gave that fact away. It had her sitting up straighter and remembering that she knew nothing about this guy.

While she'd been listening she had pulled her net book closer and flipped it open once more, pulling up the CIA database and searching Joseph LaFonte. Her eyes had widened slightly as he came up, an eyebrow rising a bit. So...he was a Sergeant hm? In the CSOR no less....now this would have been a good thing to tell her when he'd first met her. Hearing him start to come back she closed the net book and glanced up to where he was walking in.

"our course of action...Sergeant..." she put a bit of emphasis on the title "is something undecided... but based on the intel ive gathered...I'd say it wont be too hard of a mission. You are after all CSOR are you not? So this should be a piece of cake..." She smirked slightly as she watched his expression, and scootched backwards to lean against the headboard of the bed. "now that was something that you maybe should have mentioned no?"

[♖ Helvetios]

"Didn't know if I could trust you enough to tell you my organization," He said. Grabbing a second briefcase, he opened it in front of her, knowing that she knows now, he pulled out a C8 Carbine, a shorter version of the C7 he was putting together back in the other room, putting it together as well, in front of her, starting with the bolt and then the rest of the rifle, ending with the cocking handle and the bolt in the rifle.

Looking up at her, he placed the carbine to the side of his bed. He looked away, heading towards the cupboard again, pulling out a shotgun. "I'll need you to use this at some point," He said, reviewing the photos of the main building.

"Right... I'll talk to the Corporal, the person at the front desk to call in a vehicle for us to use to get there. Single file over here. According to these photos, these a small window here, and I believe it to be empty for the time we enter. If not, we're screwed. Second thought, I'll use the shot gun, you use the C8 carbine." He looked over at the blue prints of the building. "We'll be entering through here... after that... follow me and I'll come up with a plan once we get in," He explained.

"Tomorrow, at around 2000 hours, we shall leave. I'll brief Corporal Heath about this later this evening. In the mean time being, I need a pizza."

He grabbed the phone calling Corporal Heath, "Hey, 11 Bravo, this is Sun Ray, I need a Pizza, and I'll need to talk to you in a bit for briefing."

This post has been edited by Helvetios on Dec 4 2011, 09:08 PM

[♗ NarRaay]

She nodded and shrugged as she watched, after all she could understand that, caution was necessary when dealing with a mission like theirs. "I can understand that..." She said as she watched him piece the gun together with a curious gaze, he did it rather quickly, she'd timed some of her colleagues on putting guns together. Lets just say, they hadn't done so well, but she had been around since the times when a gun had a single bullet in it, and it was quite different from modern day bullets. So needless to say she could put together most guns quickly, and handle most as well. Only most though, not all...she tended to stick to hand guns presently.

"All right, I can do that..." was her answer to him pulling out the shot gun and saying he'd need her to use it. While he reviewed the pictures she slid off the bed to grab a thermos from inside her bag. Shaking it before she opened the lid and took a nice drink. The thick heady liquid slid down her throat, easing the dull ache that had began to throb there. She really should have drunk more this morning but she'd been busy with things. Recapping the thermos she took her place on the bed once more and placed it in her lap.

He'd started talking again while she'd been up but she had caught what he was saying, and mentally viewed what he had in mind with what she'd seen of the building. Nodding as he changed his mind and told her to use the C8 carbine. "Don't worry about people being in there, I'll have your back and we won't end up screwed" A smiled pulled at her lips as she spoke, being very confident that if there were people in there, she could easily take them out, silently. Vampirism really could come in handy with missions. "sounds like a plan to me..." she said before opening the thermos once more and taking another drink, recapping it easily after.

Then not being able to help it she laughed slightly when he spoke of needing a pizza, and it turned into a giggle as he spoke on the phone. "Sun Ray huh?" she snorted as she laughed, covering her mouth with one hand when she realized she had snorted. Trying to smother another as well as a bit more laughter. "sorry...it just sounds kinda funny when your asking for a pizza..." it came out a bit strangled and tinged with humor.

[♖ Helvetios]

He grinned slightly and looked around for a game to play, as his Xbox 360 was on. He figured he might as well have a nice time before starting the actual operation tomorrow evening. And what better way to spend it than to spend it with a beautiful CIA agent? Although they where deployed, he figured at the current moment it could be a calm before tomorrow's storm. A break. There was nothing else he could do at the current moment. They had their plan and tomorrow they where going to act it out. Although he ponders that he doesn't have his team with him. He was going in with a CIA Agent.

That's the difference though, he figured. The CIA works either alone or doubled up. He as a Special Force soldier would often go in with his unit. Five to ten soldiers the squad. Working doubled with a CIA mission in this what seems to be an assassination mission against a terrorist war lord wasn't entirely the mission he is ever really use to.

Brushing his hair back. Hair which he is allowed to grow due to the fact that he is of Canadian Aboriginal descent. He quickly started putting it in braids which was actually allowed with in the Canadian Forces. As a Mohawk descent he was even allowed to grow such a hair style. Although that is a myth of the Mohawk hair style. It was more a bowl type of thing than a mohawk. Just the length made it look like a mohawk than anything else.

He shrugged as he looked through the cabinet for something to watch or play. Uh.... Why is there pornography already in the cabinet by the way? Who the heck was the previous owner of this room? He looked at it weirdly only to hide it back from the others. Huh... James Bond movie, perhaps? Seems appropriate for the night, he thought to himself, figuring why not to "From Russia With Love" as it was appropriate for the events. And he was a James Bond fan. "Want to watch this?" He asked, pointing to the DVD movie.

[♗ NarRaay]

She'd leaned back on the head board when he went to look for something to watch, even closed her eyes slightly. At his voice though she opened them and leaned forwards slightly to see what he was holding up, even squinting a bit. Hey the human act must go on. She could have seen the movie from farther away honestly. But indeed pretending to be human was of top priority. Raising an eyebrow at the title she grinned, remembering seeing the movie when it had first come out. It had been top quality and astounding back then, people couldn't get over double O seven. "From Russia With Love hm? Having a James Bond showing are we? Love it, that's a good one too... Live and Let Die wasn't too bad either..." She nodded towards the t.v. "what are you waiting for? put it in and then get up here" This was accompanied by a pat on the bed next to her, really she wasn't going to have him watch a whole movie sitting uncomfortably, it just wasn't her.

Wiggling slightly she pretended to make herself more comfortable, she could have been comfortable on a rock floor. Honestly the wiggling around for comfort was just for show, just like the leaning forwards and squinting. She uncapped the thermos once more and took a healthy swig before recapping it and putting it back in her lap. "Lets go double O seven...jeez you're supposed to be Special Ops aren't you? You move like a turtle!" She leaned forwards and stuck her tongue out slightly and then laughed. Giddy, that would be what this was, day before a mission. Can you blame her? Even vampires have nerves, and being jokey and playful was one of her ways to expel the nerves.