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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:09 pm
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Alpha was at a loss for words. How much, really, was riding on his success and the success of his siblings? Eliza sounded more worried now than she had ever been. She knew something more was up, something Epsilon made. Something that threatened the Deltas.
Radioing Beta and Gamma, he gave them their new objectives. "We need telescopes, infrared detectors, dogs, and prepare yourselves for a stakeout. At least three hours. I'll give us a maximum of one for building searches. We will narrow our choices of tango hotspots and wait for three. Then I will lead the assault. Don't forget your weapons. Gamma, you start at the mission spot with a dog. Beta, rendezvous with me." He told her the coordinates that he would be in ten minutes. "Alpha out."
It was a genius plan. They would use everything at their disposal. Effectively. Alpha was not going to hold back. He owed Omega. He owed Nyx. He would give his life for the debt. Then again, she would kick his arse six ways to Sunday afterwords. She had a heart like that.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 6:36 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:44 am
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Serrenedy changed the direction cordinates to meet up at the spot, but she had ten minutes. She took a little detour, stopping by the last known cordinates of Omega. She entered the building carefuly, sidesteping all logical areas to place traps. There didn't seam to actualy be any traps. She bit her lip as she searched, not quite knowing what she was looking for. In the middle of the room she found it. She ran to the middle of the floor to the arm. "Nyx" She whispered softly as she looked around the room for more clues. There was a bomb, perfectly stable looking. Just to be safe, she trew something at it. It sparked once, but remained inactive. Beta took out a camera and begain taking pictures of the thing, zooming in to the area she knew not to head to. Once she looked at the pictures she was able to identify it as an electrostatic bomb. She nodded and placed a pair of gloves on before she even thought to contaminate any evidence on the arm. She wrapped it carefully in a peice of cloth and took a few more pictures of the crime scene. Her internal clock warned her that she would be late meeting alpha, so she took the evidence she had and rode to the meeting spot he had dictated.
Egan dismised her. Sally hadn't felt more hurt in years. But, if he managed to think she was still important even with hundreds more eyes doing her job, then she'd suck it up. She glared at Omega once more, before she backed up down the hallway. With a running start, she was able to bounce off the walls and land back in the vent she'd come out of before returning the cover to stop more accidents. She steamed for a few moments, she had been attempting to be intimidating. She sighed and decided to try and find the alleged 'sleeping quarters'. Maybe their she could find a hat that actually covered all of her hair. The thought made her a bit happier as she quickly crawled along the rebel base.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 4:21 pm
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Egan The Resistance Leader
Egan stewed on this bit of information, only giving a slight nod as she asked her questions. He found great interest in watching her struggle with the concept of choice. She must not have been given a lot of them, back at Epsilon. When she said she wasn't hungry, he arched an eyebrow, reaching down to remove his radio, turning it on and speaking into it, his eyes never leaving Nyx. "Kitchen, a one within five." there was a grumbled response, and Egan turned off the radio, putting it back in its place, folding his arms over the back of the chair once again.
"I'm sitting on a thought, would like to hear it?" he asked, golden eyes studying her hair and face, the state of her clothes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 5:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 6:34 pm
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