[color=red][h2]Jack Hawke, Shadowjack;[/h2] 
 [h3] Insurgent Countermeasures And Reactive Ubiquitous Strike force (ICARUS) Command [/h3]
  [h3]Helios Corporate, Arcadia.[/h3]
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Jack was pacing around his office casually, his hand placed thoughtfully on his chin and his arm crossed over his chest, comfortably tucked against him as he looked at the active roster for ICARUS, his private company of soldiers and innovators that he always trusted to carry out his directives, or rather those of his boss, who was none other than the CEO himself. It wasn't often that Mr. Cypher would come down with a direct order for them, but it seemed as though something was needed of him and his men.

The meeting earlier had been swift, and the details of it were kept scarce. Jack wasn't even sure that anyone else knew about the meeting. It wasn't broadcasted through any channels, there were no summons. He simply walked right through the door with files in hand and took a seat.

The masked man shook his thoughts away as he came back to the matter at hand. ICARUS needed more agents, more operatives than the common soldier he could call upon. Jack grew rather tired of having robots around all day, and wanted some new talent. He quickly put up some fliers and sent out broadcasts to every Helios base in existence, hoping. To draw the attention of at least a few people.

Icarus had been created as the main instrument of justice against the terrorists who called themselves Freedom Fighters. He laughed to himself as he considered them. [color=E6D345]"These nimrods need to get it in to their thick skulls that all they're doing is causing the problems that justify whatever actions we take. You'd think that would occur to at least one of them!"[/color] he spoke out to the room, as was his habit. However, unlike most people, he was answered back. 

[color=663366]"Well, Jack, some people just aren't as insightful as us."
"Or as capable."
"Not nearly as good looking."[/color]

All these voices came from around the room, as shadowy figures stood at each point, their hand upon their chin, arm crossed over the chest.

[color=E6D345]"Aww, thanks Jacks, you're all too kind."[/color] he replied to his clones as they gave their encouragements. [color=E6D345]"I mean, we could work this ourselves, sure. But we need more than a handful of Jacks in this card game"[/color] He said aloud once more, looking to the incoming communications and hoping to find some recruits, or at least returning team members.

[color=663366]"Y'know, five of a kind is an unbeatable hand."[/color]