Black War Syndicate(Started. Open. PM the GM)

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Caspian listened to Almberg rant to the others about how they were demanding. He felt a little hurt by this, but could kind of see where he was coming from; looks like the both of them wanted some sense of justice against Black, albeit in different flavours.

"Look Almberg, I'm sorry if I sounded a little too demanding just now. You could say that I have my own reasons for wanting revenge on Black, very personal reasons; or at least in the end, some perverse sense of justice. The things that had happened, the people I cared for the most; they are all gone, and there is no way I can bring them back. My life is different. He may not have been the one to kill them, but it was Black that pulled the trigger on their deaths, metaphorically speaking. I simply want him to pay, whether by death or other means I care not." Caspian said to the group, but mostly directed at Stefan; his words filled with sadness and sorrow over what had happened. His mood had lightened up a little come the next few exchanges of dialogue.

"As I've proven here today, you're more valuable to me alive. The dime a dozen gunmen off the streets would be much better canon fodder than all of you, and a lot cheaper. You are more like...Bishops? Those are the ones that can more in any direction right? Yeah. I'll do with Bishops." Mantis had asked, seemingly at ease with the situation.

"For a moment I thought you were clever, Queens can move in any direction not Bishops. But what does that make you? A Knight or a King?" Oliver responded, then proceeded to follow up with a question of his own; curious as to how Mantis fitted in this chess set of people. Caspian soon smiled.

"Kings can also move in any direction as well Oliver, albeit they are limited to but a single space per turn, in comparison to a Queen, who can move any number of spaces per turn in any direction. But I don't think many of us are Queen material, at least not yet." Caspian remarked, enjoying this little banter session.

"For a moment I thought you were clever, Queens can move in any direction not Bishops. But what does that make you? A Knight or a King?"

"Huh. I'd know that if I actually played chest. Anyway, I'm on equal footing as the rest of you. I won't claim to be your superior. My job here is to tell you the best of course of action. Where to go, how to get information. It's up to you whether or not you'd like to be in on it. Though I cant think of a reason why you wouldn't be."

"Alright Mantis. I'm in just remember the suitcases of money and the fake documents when we're done here. I can do a lot of damage to my brother but not even I can work without my arsenal. So if you could provide me with weapons then I can get started."

Mantis, weird name, weird enough that it brought up memories of wolf.

Then why had she been saved?

Easy, wasn't going to let black finish her, had to be personal.

Then the others?

Less easy, still could be multitasking.

Did that sound insane?

Probably, no that's what he'd want her to think.

She took a second to compose herself. Best to keep subtle after all, she couldn't strike now at any rate.

"Well you did save my life. I'm sure I can end someone else's in return. Of course as it's stands I don't have all the tools at my disposal I'm used to. Know anywhere I can get some bot parts?"

Stefan bit his tongue lightly. It was inconsiderate to have presumed that criminals couldn't lose something as well. He felt like a jerk for not having realized something so simple. Stefan went to one of the plain concrete walls, leaning against it as the others discussed what appeared to be chess. He remained attentive, but since he had said his, he'd let Mantis play out the rest. He looked at Caspian. His body felt numb and pained, which didn't surprise him. Almberg hadn't been active for over a month. It would take time to get used to action again, he could only hope that wouldn't kill him.

"Justice and Revenge, eh... I think I'm willing to let that go hand in hand for a while. You have all the reasons in the world to go after Black. I'm sure Mantis and his superiours will see it fit to equip us for the job. They've already proven we're not expendable after all. I'm still trying to figure out if Black is someone I want to apprehend or kill, but it seems like little choice at all. A man which such grand ambitions isn't going to be curbed by jail. Not easily.

Almberg sighed lightly. He was speaking to Caspian, his tones a lot more quiet, something you can expect from a less crowded conversation.

"Sorry.. about your loss. It didn't even strike me something such could occur around here and it feels inconsiderate of me. The sooner we cooperate with Mantis and his... group. The sooner we can go for Black and I think that's something we'd all benefit from. While I didn't mean to chastise everyone, it seemed ridiculous to be demanding pay. It's.. Man, it's like demanding to get paid for washing your car...I can't think of a better comparison than that."

Stefan managed a slight smile, but it was practically forced. His body hurt and he needed rest. He wasn't sure if it was pressure, the situation or physical exertion. It didn't matter. He had calmed considerably since his rant, at least he had that going for him.

"Alright Mantis. I'm in just remember the suitcases of money and the fake documents when we're done here. I can do a lot of damage to my brother but not even I can work without my arsenal. So if you could provide me with weapons then I can get started."

"Know anywhere I can get some bot parts?"

Mantis points over to the boxes on the wall with each person's individual names on them.

"In those, you will find all the equipment you were using prior to arrest. I also left a wrist communicator in them so we can stay in contact. For those of you with augments, just remove the chips in them and integrate into your hardware"

"Now that you mention it..."

Stefan looked at the boxes, walking by them and checking the names until eventually he found his. He smirked lightly, making a mental note to remember the other names and see who walked up to what.

"What about clean clothing, Mantis. Got that as well?"

He eyed the box, unwilling to open his just yet. If it truly had everything he used to own, then he was set to throw himself at Sebastian Black. Again, his thoughts rested upon Mantis and his organization. It couldn't have been easy to get their stuff just like that. What he said next wasn't really a question as much as a statement made in disbelief.

"How did you even get a hold of this..."

Byron was amazed. Without saying anything else he headed towards the box with his name and opened it. To his surprise everything was in there and to think that Mantis managed to retrieve them from a police station was a real show of power. Byron started taking out his weapons one by one.

At the top was his Cheytac XRS.408 cal Sniper Rifle with his personally modified magazines which hold 60 bullets. Mantis even managed to get his hands on the specially modded bullets which explode once inside the target. They are very dangerous and therefore very hard to get without the right connections. He also found a bipod and a silencer for his rifle.

He put the rifle along with the attachments next to the box and pulled out the next items. The 2 Glock G72 Semi-Automatic Laser Pistols which also had Silencers included. The Glock G72 was a prototype model which Byron bought off the black market. Extremely expensive. He laid them down besides his rifle.

Finally he pulled out from the box his jokoto katana. This tempered steel katana from 959 AD was the most prized weapon he had. He often used in in close combat as he favoured it for its long reach and speed. He grasped it firmly and gave it a few swings, making sure it was still balanced. The katana made a swoosh sound while he swung it about meaning it was still sharp.

Finally there was the usual necessary equipment. A set of 5 flashbangs, a pair of night vision goggles as well as a kevlar vest and weapon holsters.

"I am actually impressed at all this. It must have cost a fortune to get all my equipment back. Unfortunately, there is one thing I am missing. You see this prison jumpsuit? It's not going to do. I'll need my suit so I can equip myself and since you found my weapons I guess you have a suit stashed around here somewhere"

Calvin walked over to the box which had his name on it and doubtfully opened it. He was dumbfounded to see that Mantis had been as good as his word. Sitting in the box was everything that he ever took on missions.
He first pulled out his revolver, its highly polished barrel gleaming in the lights. Beside it was a large box of the exact type of incendiary rounds he used. More powerful than the ones that were usually on the black market, these phosphorous-loaded slugs would instantly ignite anything they touched.

Next came his rifle. After checking the scope's lenses to make sure they weren't scratched, he moved the bolt forwards and back to see if it would jam. It didn't. Whoever Mantis had sent to take this stuff back had obviously been extremely careful. He removed the 10-round magazine to find 3 bullets still in it. He'd had 9 still in it when he got caught. Clearly the cops had been having some fun with it. After taking out both the regular and armour-piercing rounds, he placed it beside his revolver.

Then out came his set of throwing knives and set of advanced lockpicks, which included traditional picks for old-fashioned locks, and an electronic one for digital locks. Perfect for opening a route to a high vantage point and silently removing any opposition.

Last came his protective gear. His Kevlar vest, knee, and elbow guards were all accounted for. Protecting joints like the knees was always invaluable in a close-quarters fight. You never know what your opponent might do.

He had a quick look at the others. Byron had taken all of his possessions out, which included a fancy looking pair of laser pistols. Calvin had never been keen on energy weapons. They were a bit too finicky and repairing them was a nightmare.

I'll need my suit so I can equip myself and since you found my weapons I guess you have a suit stashed around here somewhere"
"Likewise. I'll need some new clothes to. We can't very well be expected to put the country to rights looking like we just crawled out of a ditch now can we?"

Caspian gave a smile of appreciation towards Stefan in regards to the words he said, silently thanking him. He then noticed several people going up to the containers with their names on it, each one discovering their lost items inside from when they were captured by the police or militia. Curious to find out if his were retained, Caspian went up to the box inside, and lift the lid. To his amazement, everything that was his had been recovered; but it soon lead him to a question.

How in the hell did Mantis get all this? Must of paid someone high up within the echelons of the prison system to acquire these. But something tells me otherwise.

Casting his curiosity aside for a brief moment, he began checking all the weaponry for damages, or misuse by the cops. First out of the box came his Spectre M4, which shared the same ammunition as the MP5 he was holding currently; along with the attachments that it used. He placed both guns on the side of the box. From the looks of things, several of the rounds in the weapon had been spent.

Next were his twin FN Five-Seven pistols, with their integrated suppressors, they became one of the best guns for a stealth person like Caspian could use. Then came the most prized weapon of all, the sword that had belonged to his mother the day she died. It was made in the style of a Middle Eastern Kilij, but was forged in England, and a slight curve.

Finally came an unusual choice for a weapon, a series of micro-filament wires. These were light and flexible, but could be razor sharp in the right hands, mainly Caspian's. He smiled with glee at the sight. He then went to his other equipment. This consisted of a specialised wrist mounted computer that could be attached to his coat; it also served as the activation to the cloaking device that was in-built. Other items included several smoke and EMP grenades, both of which had been useful, and an armoured vest that could easily be attached to his coat. Finally there was a silver locket, inside was a picture of his parents, which served as a reminder of his mission.

"Good, its still here." Caspian said, unknowing that he spoke aloud. He then put the locket around his neck.

"Thank you Mantis, for acquiring these items. It will make the job a little easier on us."

"I'll need my suit so I can equip myself and since you found my weapons I guess you have a suit stashed around here somewhere."

"I concur. After what we've been through, a fresh set of clothing and a wash will probably make us feel better, and it will also make us look more professional whilst on the job." Caspian remarked with a definite smile.

This fellow, Mantis, had the expertise of a mercenary but the knowledge of a business man. An intriguing character to say the least, the inmates endlessly questioned him of whats to come and made requests for the tasks at hand he would surely provide. Mustakraken knew better then to ask of anything a man who was a mere messenger, regardless of how much leverage he might say he has. Instead he stayed silent and focused, his chances of survival depended upon his worth and discretion. As some of the men moved to their respective cases, Edmond walked slowly to his own, 2nd from the left. Staring at the box with his name so simply printed on it his gaze did not waver, he did not know what to expect. One by one he heard his fellow inmates to his right take out their gear, some with a profound sense of nostalgia. Had his box contained everything of his before he was taken, then a truck would be required as his clinic was most definitely gutted and left bare.

Reminiscing in his clinic, not the most well lit den, under a bridge yet within the slums, an outstanding home of solitude that saved lives and categorized them when needed, now left to gather dust with his nurses surely not returning till he did. Opening the box with little expectation does give a satisfying high when proven wrong. Although his clinic was not within its contents what was did hold a great deal of value to him. His medical bag, which he fastened into a backpack, that he had stocked last with his different chemicals, toxins, and medicine that did not bode well with your average anatomy. His assortment of scalpels, forceps, syringes and basic prosthetic maintenance tools also survived, to which his salvage from the bus was added to. Strapped to the side was his M9 hand gun modified to fire his rechargeable taser rounds for easy incapacitation. Edmond doesn't like to use guns, they cause more problems then solve, but with non lethal shock ammo silencing a violent customer becomes as simple as removing a limb, aim, pull, done. During his check to ensure all his implants and instruments were working Edmond could only smile at thought being back to work. His beloved green lab coat was too outstanding to have just one of. He reached into the back compartment and pulled out one his several spares and donned it so professionally he most of looked marvelous.

The Doctor was back and was ready to operate.

"I'll need my suit so I can equip myself and since you found my weapons I guess you have a suit stashed around here somewhere."

"I concur. After what we've been through, a fresh set of clothing and a wash will probably make us feel better, and it will also make us look more professional whilst on the job."

Mantis rolled his chair back to the monitors and typed a few lines on his keyboard. Asection of the wall next to the boxes collapsed, revealing a seperate pathway.

"Bedrooms are on this floor. The showers are down below. This place will serve as your base. At least until we "commondeer" something more impressive"

The door Mantis had opened lead to some sort of common area. A simple row of seats sat in front of a computer console. A small hallway lead to tow adjacent bedrooms, 2 of them on the right side, and 4 beds in each. The closets in each room sported a wardrobe with clothes of various sizes for the array of guests that would take up residence their. Yet another hallway out of the common rook lead to a kitchen area. The stairs behind the computer console lead down to two sets of showers and toilets, each with their own closed off stalls. If not for the seperation, the bathing area would have a locker room feel to it.

Picking up his things, Calvin headed down to the common area and went into one of the bedrooms. Setting his belongings down on the bed, he went over to the wardrobe and had a look inside. After contemplating the myriad of clothes inside, he selected a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Leaving them on the bed, he sat down and had a look around.

"Dormitories. It's like being back in school." Though he expected here he wouldn't be woken up at 3 in the morning because someone had flipped his mattress over with him still on it. He looked down at the floor and saw the muddy tops of his shoes and the filthy state of himself in general. Rising, and picking up his clean clothes, he proceeded down to the showers. He picked up a towel from a bench on the way in and left the clothes on it. After stepping into the shower and turning on the hot tap, four minutes of heaven followed.

After changing and depositing the dirty clothes in a bin just outside the shower area, he walked back up to the other level and went into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took out a bottle of water and drained it in a few gulps. Not seeing anything he was prepared to start cooking just yet, he took out a bar of chocolate and chewed it slowly as he waited for the others to arrive, playing with the ring on the chain about his neck as he did so.

"Kings can also move in any direction as well Oliver, albeit they are limited to but a single space per turn, in comparison to a Queen, who can move any number of spaces per turn in any direction. But I don't think many of us are Queen material, at least not yet." Caspian remarked.

He joined Caspian as he walked over to where their equipment was stored. Compared to the others who were all heavily armed all that was his box was a lone taser. He had modified it so it would shoot electrical charged rounds similar to a pistol. He found taking people alive to be more useful then killing them once they appeared to be a threat. You could get all kinds of information out of them.

"True, but I don't fancy being a pawn, plus once the king goes down it's game over, that would make Black the opposing king. Suits him really." He replied.

Once he got his taser back he headed down towards the bedroom to pick out some clean clothes. It was like the dormitories Jacob's men stayed in, it could be worse though, it could be a three by three cell. He was shocked when he glanced himself in the mirror of the wardrobe, he looked ragged. He was covered from head to toe in mud and only god knew what from the sewer. He quickly picked out some clothes from the wardrobe. A light grey suit - it didn't fit as well as his tailored ones but it would have to do, some shoes to match and a tie - black with embroidered red paisley.

He went down to the bathroom and had a shower, before that night he had never thought that a simple shower could be so refreshing. He dried himself, shaved, styled his hair and got dressed in the clothes he had picked.

He went back to the chamber Mantis was in, leaving his goggles on one of the beds.

"I'll play along for now, it'll be interesting to see who is checkmated first" He said to Mantis, keeping with the chess theme.

Being made aware that their location was going to be their new quarters, Edmond wasted no time in finding out what else this facility had to offer, all the while, curious as to how different these living conditions were to incarceration. Entering the first room he happened upon Edmond noticed four beds suggesting multiple people would be staying in one room, he did not approve. It wasn't about isolation it was about privacy. Edmond grabbed one end of a bed and began dragging it to the common area. The weight was near negligible, the noise was another matter entirely. The clawing of metal on concrete echoed sharply through the halls as it traveled to its new destination. Upon arriving to a corner of the common area it was stripped of its sheets, which were subsequently used to make makeshift curtains.

Since moving back to the hall Edmond could hear the showers in use. He too desired a shower to remove the accrued grime from his adventure through forest and the pipe, which he hoped he did not have to climb through again, but he delayed the satisfaction till he was finished with his station. Mostly satisfied with the progress made thus far Edmond retired to the kitchen and commandeered the stove before the man enjoying his candy bar did. Seizing three random cans of food and pouring them into the same pot, the doctor gave the man a friendly nod while he stirred his meal with strange overconfidence.

Stefan was one of the last people to open his box. He had stared at it a little longer than he intended, but he too needed to find out what he had. Compared to some people here, he figured his gear wouldn't be too impressive. The first sight that greeted him was a ballistic kevlar vest. The same one he had used in the force, it seemed. There was a bit more bulk to the stuffed box than he was used to. He gingerly pulled out the vest, putting it aside as he went for his handgun. The gun was heavily modified and had strayed far from any original design, in this day and age, information and staying ontop might as well be a quick way to victory and even cops had to modify their weapons to not fall behind. The gun came with a holster too.

The gun had a silvery sheen to it and the clip looked a little longer than it should be. If he remembered correctly it fit 12 rounds. While the gun could handle many various sorts of ammunation his personal favourite were heavy discharge rounds. The bullets were there too, a light blue metallic hue to them. These rounds were designed to flaten more easily, they didn't pierce armor as good, but once they hit, they stuck in a victim's body, releasing a powerful burst of electricity. He put the handgun aside ontop of the kevlar vest, taking up a baton.

It was considerably larger than the shock baton's the guards on the bus used. But it seemed to serve the same function, albeit it looked quite a bit more dangerous because of it's size. He took a moment to switch it on, causing electricity to crackle across it's length, bar for the grip that is. He seemed content that it was working, putting it aside again after switching it off. Stefan took all the bullet boxes out of the box, putting them ontop of the kevlar. There was one with an ammunation type he didn't recognize. Huge metal rounds, they had a dull gunmetal grey hue and looks like grenades you might put in a grenade launcher.

He took out a small device, along with the wrist communicator Mantis had spoken off earlier. The device he was fully familiar with, it was a kinetic barrier though this model was considerably updated compared to the older one Almberg had used. The device could activate a shield against high speed projectiles, though offered no protection towards anything that didn't move at least as fast as a bullet.

Amongst a rebreather mask and several different kinds of grenades, all which he put aside neatly, he found something he hadn't expected. He tugged it out of the box, revealing an absurd crossbowlike weapon. Only it looked high tech and didn't appear to fire bolts. The weapon had a grey metallic colour to it, with blue glowing indicator fields, measuring heat levels it seems. He quickly realized what the large metal rounds had been for. This was a railgun. He recognized it because roughly 3 months ago, he had his eye out for this military grade weapon.

The weapon had been presented to him at a convention for law and military enforcement, they called it a tank crew killer. Mostly because the high velocity and impact of the slug could rip right into the hull of a tank. The slugs could even be modified to explode after a delayed time. It was a destructive weapon. It had a major downside though, to generate the railgun effect, mass levels of heat were created. The gun needed to cooldown after each shot. This weapon could only fire a shot roughly every 12-20 seconds by his estimate. Precious seconds that could get you killed. If you kept firing after that, it could take up to a minute for the gun to cooldown. He realized it had lockdown procedures in place, as to prevent it from breaking too. He felt a really uncomfortable with the levels of havoc it would cause if it hit a human. It wasn't quite his style, but he'd probably need it.

"I'm impressed, Mantis. How did your superiours even manage to get this stuff? I mean, to recover my gear is one thing. To get me this...lovely thing is another. Thank.. your superiours from me, eh."

Jacob listened to the other people asking their questions and making demands. As he had said to Oliver before all he wanted was his armor back. There was no reason not to trust this man he had saved their lives. Still Jacob was a bit suspicious, but seeing Oliver agree made him certain that joining was the best thing to to.

Mantis pointed over to the boxes on the wall with each person's individual names on them.
"In those, you will find all the equipment you were using prior to arrest. I also left a wrist communicator in them so we can stay in contact. For those of you with augments, just remove the chips in them and integrate into your hardware"
Jacob looked at the boxes then back to Mantis as he called himself. Jacob had to revise his previous assessment whoever this man was or who he was working for he was very dangerous. Still this could work in their benefit seeing as how they were working together right now. Jacob began to walk over to the boxes, he opened his box to find his armor and all of his weapons and ammo. He grinned as he grabbed his special black rounds, he felt sorry for whoever was going up against him next. He smiled brightly as he grabbed his armor, he then grabbed his weapons they all seemed to be in an excellent state. They were also as heavy as ever seeing how Jacob had them modified quite often which resulted in allot of extra weight. Still this had saved his life on time when an hostile had tried to grab his assault rifle only to find out that he couldn't lift it. He also grabbed the wrist communicator, he wasn't about to give Mantis access to his private com link to Oliver.

"Bedrooms are on this floor. The showers are down below. This place will serve as your base. At least until we "commondeer" something more impressive" Jacob walked over to the door. He walked to the showers first, he wanted to clean himself and took an good look at his thumbs. His cloches were filthy too so he grabbed some new clean ones and after the shower he put those one. They fitted him good quite, Jacob then put on his armor closing the mask. The mask was calibrating for a moment to see if Jacob or someone else was wearing the suit. But after 5 seconds the suit accepted him and it went back to Jacobs settings. Jacob used his suit to keep his thumbs in place, giving him perfect control of them again. He also wore the wrist communicator, as he sent an encrypted out to all of his contacts in France. The message would hopefully be answered by most of them. Most of his contacts were smugglers, hit mans and weapons dealers. He could really use their help right now. Jacob also armed himself with all of his guns as he walked up the stairs back to Mantis. Oliver had entered a few seconds before Jacob.

"I'll play along for now, it'll be interesting to see who is checkmated first" Jacob took a few steps forward looking at Mantis. "I will also join this fight you are having with Sebastian, for the moment at least." He wasn't about to swear his loyalty to this man who didn't even show his face, and next to that he would follow Oliver. And if Oliver said that he would play along for a while, he knew that they would probably step out at some point.

"Bedrooms are on this floor. The showers are down below. This place will serve as your base. At least until we "commondeer" something more impressive"

Byron put everything back in the box and headed down the corridor behind the others. He took picked a room, left his box there and headed to the showers. The water was hot. It felt like ages since he last had a shower. After the shower he threw his sewage stained clothes and put them in a bin nearby, walking back to his room with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Byron opened the wardrobe. It had everything, from tracksuit bottoms to jeans and from polo shirts to denim jackets. Byron picked up a black suit with a white shirt, black silk tie and black loafers. Underneath his shirt he equipped the Kevlar Bulletproof Vest as well as holsters where he stashed his weapons and sword. After making sure that they fit properly he took them off and placed them neatly on a nearby chair.

He just realized how exhausted he was. He picked a pair of boxer shorts from the wardrobe and tucked himself to bed. He fell asleep.

"Bedrooms are on this floor. The showers are down below. This place will serve as your base. At least until we "commondeer" something more impressive." Upon the moment that Mantis had finished speaking, a section of wall next to the boxes had disappeared, revealing a hallway that had lead into a common room, a place where the group could relax until something a little more impressive could be found.

"True, but I don't fancy being a pawn, plus once the king goes down it's game over, that would make Black the opposing king. Suits him really." Oliver replied, keeping the chess theme going.

"Indeed it does, guess that means we'll be playing the part of the White pieces, which involves us making the first move; as per the rules of the game." Caspian remarked, which upon he took his box, and went down the corridor, heading towards the bedrooms. He picked a series of clothes, similar to what he wore at the moment but looked a little more well made, and after placing his box on one of the beds, went down to the shower room to get washed and changed.

Caspian soon came out of the shower all washed, dried and changed. He had also shaven since he noticed some stubble growing on his chin. After making sure everything was in order, he discard his old clothes, remembering to keep ahold of the coat, and went off in search of the others.

"I'm impressed, Mantis. How did your superiours even manage to get this stuff? I mean, to recover my gear is one thing. To get me this...lovely thing is another. Thank.. your superiours from me, eh."

"The process of doing all this had so many steps I'll barely remember half of it as I go along. Though, your appreciation for all my hard work is admirable."

"I'll play along for now, it'll be interesting to see who is checkmated first"

"I will also join this fight you are having with Sebastian, for the moment at least."

"And I'm glad to have to on the team. For however long you decide to stay on anyway. But now that that's out of the way..."

Mantis held down two keys, which switched on the intercom system.

"Attention all house mates. Our work is going to be starting very soon, so try to get some rest. I'll be contacting all of you the second we're ready to play"

Calvin finished his chocolate and looked back in the fridge. Taking out the first things he saw, he piled them on the counter beside the stove and waited for Edmond to finish cooking. He spoke to him.
"Seeing we've now met our mysterious saviour, what do you think of him? Think he's trustworthy?"

The man did save us, but that isn't any reason to assume he has our best interests at heart, Calvin thought, we still don't know why he wants Black gone, he could have something even worse in store for the country. I should find out the general opinion, see if anyone else has any misgivings.

"Attention all house mates. Our work is going to be starting very soon, so try to get some rest. I'll be contacting all of you the second we're ready to play"
"Well you can't say he's not organised at least."

Stefan was content, but his body still ached. He made his way through the hallway, going to the second bedroom on the right, since the first seemed crowded. He placed his stuff on a free bed, leaving it there for now, as he pulled off his filthy, soaked shirt. Finding the nearest bin, he decided to throw it in. He wouldn't need that anymore. The first thing he did after that was to wash his arms and hands from the grime that had gathered there. Once he felt they were sufficiently clean, Almberg began searching through the wardrobe thoroughly. Eager to find some good clothing.

Eventually with quite a bit of effort, he managed to find a pair of khaki pants along with a white button up shirt, folding them neatly, he made his way to the showers. He realized he needed rest though and he made the shower a quick one. Which was a shame, because long showers was something Stefan actually enjoyed. Drying off and slipping into his new clothing, Almberg felt pretty damn refreshed. He stood in front of a mirror for a while. His hair was clean again, but he still had stubble, and quite a bit of it. Grabbing a disposable razor from the side of a bathroom sink along with shaving foam, he got to work. Eventually, he really looked like his old self. Which, he had to admit looked too damn orderly to be criminal. They had been right, he really did look like a cop. At least, now he did more than ever. He dumped the razor and the old suit pants into a bin.

He was hungry. He hadn't realized that before, but it hadn't been a primary concern. Now it struck him that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink since he first got convicted. That had to be at least a day ago. He went for the kitchen, striding through the hallways. He felt good, at least in spirit. And he'd be damned if he let a growling stomach or aching body ruin that for him. He walked in on Calvin and Mustakraken. It appeared there was a line.

"So.. Every man cooking for himself?"

He smirked, deciding to pillage the fridge as well, looking for something good to eat or drink. Back in the days, Stefan never had much time to cook and always had the honour of enjoying the meals someone else made for him, wether it was at the office or at home with his family. He mused that if he was left to his own devices, he'd probably never sample good food again. That was an amusing thought as much as it was worrying.

Eventually his eyes caught a chilled bottle of plain mineral water, he reached for it, slipping past Calvin with his arm, at least he wasn't all that huge, so it wasn't too much of a fuss. Tugging the bottle out, he opened it and began chugging it down. Damn, he was thirsty. He'd have to wait with the food until the line cleared it seemed.

"Seeing we've now met our mysterious savior, what do you think of him? Think he's trustworthy?"

"Trustworthy or not, he is not the one we should be concerned with. He is just the voice of a force we are unaware of."

Looking down at his concoction of peaches, beans, and soup Edmond pondered the possibility of Mantis being another criminal who was forced into his position to escape his own downfall.

"I am concerned with how everyone here will get along, and what has become of the other criminals who were presumably freed. Care for canned medley?"

Estimating the pot was finished, the doctor poured himself a bowl and guessed there was enough for 5 more servings. It's been too long since hes had a satisfied stomach so without much hesitation on the quality of the meal, he dug in, one heavy spoonful after another.

Trustworthy or not, he is not the one we should be concerned with. He is just the voice of a force we are unaware of."
"I am concerned with how everyone here will get along, and what has become of the other criminals who were presumably freed. Care for canned medley?"

"Who is he the voice of though? That's what I'm concerned about. As for the others, maybe they were recaptured. Or they might be in a similar situation to us. This facility may not be the only one of its kind.
He looked around to see if anyone else had come in. The only other person there was Almberg. Everyone here seems to be getting on alright though. At least they haven't begun active hostilities.
And as for the offer of medley I was going to make these... tofu steaks that I got out of the fridge but having seen what they are, that's not happening. Thanks, I think I will have some of that."

He put the other things back in the fridge and spooned himself some of Mustakraken's concoction. While not something he'd order out of choice, it wasn't that bad, and it was handy that he wouldn't have to cook for himself tonight. After finishing he washed the bowl and put it back in the cupboard.

"Thank you again Doctor. Now I'm exhausted so I'm gonna go get some sleep. I have a feeling I won't want to go into... whatever it is we're going to be doing, tired."
Returning to the bedroom, he placed the box containing his equipment under the bed and crawled under the covers. Thoughts about the current situation, and the future to come entered his head. He quickly banished them. Right now he needed sleep. He emptied his mind and put his head on the pillow, drifting off shortly thereafter.

Stefan decided to take up on the Doctor's offer as well. Would be a shame to waste food after all. Finishing his bottle of mineral water, he helped himself to a serving. There was really nothing graceful about the way he forced the food down. He mumbled a thanks with appreciation to Edmond before he began though, not quite entirely forgetting his manners.

"We might be unaware still. But maybe things will reveal themselves in due time. For now, we have to work with what we got. And they did just arm us proper."

The food did not last very long but it would have to do for now. He stretched briefly, managing a yawn. He'd have to get as much rest as he could, but at the same time, he really wanted to look over his gear more properly. He decided to settle for sleep. He cleaned up after himself swiftly.

"Best food I've had in 2 months, doctor. Thank you."

Nodding politely at Edmond, Almberg also went for his bed, putting the railgun against the wall with some effort and the rest of his things under the bed for now. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he toyed with the kinetic barrier device for a bit. Eventually giving up and putting it down as well. Stefan's sleep came quickly afterwards. It was surprisingly dreamless.

Enjoying his first self made meal in quite awhile, the fellow gentlemen in the kitchen also took a fancy to a bowl of sustenance. Acknowledging each ones thanks for meals consumed with a nod, Edmond believed now was a good as time as any to partake in a nice rinse. Perusing through a closet to find a suitable outfit, a decent teal long sleeve shirt to go under his dark green lab coat and a pair of brown slacks. Along with a pair of tennis shoes he finished his wardrobe with a black flat cap and scarf. After his hour long shower to ensure he was sanitized, the doctor returned to his make shift med bay in the common area, finding himself lacking the capacity to sleep he started going through his toxins and chemicals pondering more possible uses for future endeavors. Sleep wanted to creep over him the longer he resisted like a soft hand slowly migrating from the top of his head over his hazy eyes, but assuming he would be needed by a fellow escapee, he would persevere till he was the last not consumed by exhaustion.

Chapter 2: Strong Hold

April 12, 2204. 7:09am. Mantis HQ

The wrist communicators worn by everyone blared loudly to alert those in the base it was time to go into action. A text message flashed across the screen, telling them of the day's activities.

Good morning everyone. I do believe now is a good time to get down to business. There are a few priorities I need your help in handling before I can let all of you galavant about top side. There are a few things going on at the same time, so you will be split up. Who you will be working with is up to all of you.

-click to continue-

1) At the same time Calcifer was transported to France, so were the weapons he intended on selling. I find it odd that they didnt just lock them in storage. Someone needs to follow the shipment and see where they are going.

-click to continue-

2) A captain in the militia was seen entering a building with more guards than usual, and in position of a very high end computing device. I'd like to get my hands on it and see what's inside.

-click to continue-

3)Remember that captain I told you about? Well, before he went into that building, he was talking to one, Brain Duran; a very discrete drug supplier in his neck of the woods. This looks like a job for some good old fashioned interrogation.

-click to continue-

Decide what best suits your skills, and send a number back to me. Then I'll have you all sent off into the unknown. See you all soon.

Stefan groggily rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out as the communicator woke him up. It took him a short while to reassert himself as he sat up on his bed, but eventually he began reading the messages. He pondered on what task would suit him best. He excluded task three almost immediately, he doubted the interrogation would play out like he was used to. It didn't really suit him. Task one seemed like a stake out, potentially recovery mission. He rubbed his neck, task two seemed most appropriate but also rather dangerous. With some hesitation, he wrote a number into the communicator.

"2"

That would have to do. He realized that he had fallen asleep in his clothing, but he didn't seem to care, heaving himself out of bed, he went for the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out another bottle of mineral water.

"Hmmk?"
The beeping of the communicator jerked Calvin out of his sleep. Looking at the screen, he tried to come up with a decision. Task 3 wasn't really his sort of thing, interrogation was something he just wasn't good at. Task 1 would involve staying at a distance, which was how he preferred his targets, but going out on the roads seemed like a good way to get reacquainted with the cops. That left task 2, which would require the need to be stealthy, and to get in and out undetected, which he wasn't too bad at. He shrugged and keyed in "2" on the keypad.

He donned his clothes and headed into the kitchen. Almberg was there, drinking a bottle of water. Calvin got another bottle out of the fridge. Between gulps, he asked Almberg,
"Which one did you pick?"

He finished his bottle, nodding politely at Calvin.

"Good morning. I picked task two. I'm not that bad at sneaking and I'll be ready if things don't go our way. Though it really seemed like the only task to go for in the end. My idea of an interrogation involves different methods than that of... Well, that which will be needed. The other task seems like a stake out to me. I think I'd rather leave it to some of our more well sighted fellows or those who use scoped weapons, they seem ideal to me."

Almberg yawned lightly, throwing the empty bottle into a bin.

He checked the cabinets for bread, eventually finding where they stashed it and opening a pack. He pulled two slices out, the rest of it he left on the counter, figuring others might want some too. It appeared to be plain white bread. Probably quite bland if anything, but he doubted he had time to prepare anything fancy, well, that and he was a shit cook. He ate them quickly, ever self concious about his appearance, Stefan seemed to straighten out his clothing a bit after his makeshift breakfast.

Awaking from a sleep Edmond was unaware that he took, the communicator given to them was flashing and barking instructions for assignments that were being provided. Collecting himself and ensuring he was focused the Doctor responded with "3" then returned to rest on his bed not completely forgoing the possibility of more sleep.

Jacob and Oliver left the room together. The had both grabbed some food and talked for a while before going to bed. Jacob had tested out his gun to see if they still worked. They worked quite fine and so did his armor. He always awoke at 5 o clock sharp, so he had already had plenty of time to train. Before having an conversation with Oliver.

They were discussing all kinds of things when he saw the message. He looked at the option and grinned. "My new job allows me to 'interrogate' hostile people great." he pressed the 3 button, Jacob smiled as he looked at Oliver. "How about I hurt him physically and you hurt him mentally? We could break him within a few minutes."

Oliver was surprised how well he had slept that night, being in a strange place, hounded by cops and sleeping in a room full of strangers. He woke up that morning feeling refreshed, he had slept like a log that night, maybe the exhaustion that had accumulated over the past few days had finally caught up with him? He dressed in a similar suit he had worn the night before, but with a different tie, this time a plain red silk one.

A list of tasks had popped up, no doubt coming from the communicator he had integrated into his arm after he found there was no malicious software in it. He decided he would wait and see what Jacob had chosen before he made his mind up.

Oliver met up with Jacob on his way to the kitchen, where he made some fresh coffee and some toast. Jacob told him he would go for three, the interrogation.

"I suppose that would work," He nodded, "I guess whoever they are would crack if we teamed up, I'll go for three as well"

"Good morning. I picked task two. I'm not that bad at sneaking and I'll be ready if things don't go our way. Though it really seemed like the only task to go for in the end. My idea of an interrogation involves different methods than that of... Well, that which will be needed. The other task seems like a stake out to me. I think I'd rather leave it to some of our more well sighted fellows or those who use scoped weapons, they seem ideal to me."

"I picked that one too. I'm crap at interrogation, any time I did it before I always went too far and the victim was in no fit state to tell me anything. I thought about task 1 because like you said, it seems like a primarily long range one, but I'm not sure I'm ready to go out on the roads for long periods again just yet. I figured task 2 wouldn't be too bad because I know how to get in and out of a building undetected, and since I've got a long range weapon I'll be able to see any trouble from the outside coming from a long way off. Do you know anything about computers?"

Stefan shifted and grimaced a little, uncomfortable with the subject of horrible interrogations. He knew what some criminals had done to his fellow enforcers, it wasn't pretty. He could count himself lucky never to have gotten such a fate himself.

"My... interrogations had a tendency to involve evidence, talk and accusations. We were not legally allowed to assault criminals in our custody, of course. Still, I know a bit about computers, I suppose. Though I don't doubt there's someone with more tech savvy than me around. We'll do with what we can get, I suppose. I'd love to have someone to watch my back, though once we see what we're dealing with we should assign roles, not just yet. I'm pretty sure I'll be where it's the most dangerous though. I'm not good with long ranged weapons and my eyes are fairly ordinary compared to some people here."

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