Africa
The air hung like a dead man, it was the height of summer in ; the sun beat down on everyone like a relentless slave driver trying to prove a point. Orange dust caught in the back of everyone’s throats no matter how hard they tried to keep it out. A young doctor stood over the broken dried earth, he had traveled from in order to help with the epidemic that was now facing the country, he helped where he could and often found that the little help he could offer would save lives. Most would have called him hansom; his blonde hair was dried from the very sun that stood above him, he had one green and one blue eye and was often called a witch by the villagers, it had taken months for him to gain the trust of the people in this village. The huts where the only form of shade for miles around. He cleared the sweat from his head as he smiled at a group of children who ran past them and he found himself wondering where they had found the extra reserve of energy and let a small smile brush across his face. Finally he made it back to the hut the elder had provided him with and slumped into the hammock he had created for himself; His mind was racing as he thought of how he would need to slip away without a word to them all tonight. For four years he had been on the run and for some reason it felt as if his past was some how catching up with him, he let out a small sigh which blew a puff of dust from his white t-shirt and let his eyes rest for a moment.
Bladed Angels.
A man in a finely pressed suit sat in what use to be the meeting room of the Bladed Angels he ran a hand over brown short cut hair , all around him laid destruction from a previous battle with their own security. It was obvious to the two leaders that the man had come from the government; he carried a small fire arm placed on his right hip and another in an ankle holster. The man had seen action and tried his best to hide that fact. Finally they took the seat across from him and he slid the envelope across to them. “In that file you will find a document on Aztrec. They run forty nine percent of drugs trafficking between and ; of course most of the world knows Aztrec as a clothing manufacture. For the last seven years we have been trying to build a case against them”. The man stopped for a moment to see if they where keeping up. “Four years ago we came across a young man named Adam Wister, this man has vital information that will allow us to finally close the case against Aztrec, We have tried to locate him ourselves and have to this day had no luck.” Brushing dust off the top of his left arm, he turned back to them.
“So you need us to find him?” Tormenta asked his voice echoing around the room “No, I need you to protect him.” Ruin Cross looked at the man “Protect him?” , leaning forward the man stressed his next point carefully “We have no doubt in our mind, that we would have found him before Aztrec, You see Adam is a telepath, he is unaware of his powers, but it is enough to keep him one foot ahead of them.” Ruin smiled “And you.” The Government man ignored the words and continued. “But Aztrec have recently signed a contract with the OSC, im sure you are aware of the threat this team of assassins poses to the target. From the intel we have gathered they will be entering the country one at a time in different locations. It is of the highest importance that we find and protect the target. We will of course provide you with expenses and pay you extremely well.” Ruin and Tormenta looked at each other a shadow of doubt glazed over each of their eyes, the man spoke one more time before the deal was done, “I will also provide you with the information of the person who hacked your system.”
OSC
The cathedral sat in a darkening air of silence, Sitting in front of Gamblers desk was a man in a white suit and a pair of dark sunglasses. He had short black hair and a snake like smile. He had been shown to his seat by Gamblers sectary and forced to wait before the Cajun arrived. The double doors behind the man swung open as Gambler entered, crossing his legs as if nothing had happened he waited as the master assassin took the seat behind the desk and glared over at him behind two white pupils. His fingers interlocked as his elbows rested upon the table, he had a lot on his mind his body guard was missing presumed dead at the hands of Kurrent, Final Arrow was MIA and Surreal had become more distant. “Why are you here heir to Aztrec, I do not deal in drugs.” The young man smiled and bowed his head “I understand but you do deal in death? I require a man to how do you say vanish.” Gambler thought for a moment “You agree the fee?” “Of course.” Standing Gambler walked back towards the door. “The OSC never turn down a job when the price is right. “
The man stood and followed him, “Thank you”. “Do not thank me yet, there is more to this tale before it is finished. “ with a nod the man left, Gambler had Sophie inform the rest of his the team, the hunt was on and it would not belong before the hunt became bloody. He already knew of his target and the protectors that had been hired, his eyes and ears where all around the world and yet this Adam Wister had managed to stay one step ahead of his informants and that interested him, it interested him a great deal.
Normal RPG rules apply: See http://www.comicvine.com/forums/rpg/9/official-rpg-rules/696/#7 if unsure.
This RP is for OSC and Bladed Angels
OCC to follow.
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