BigPapaBelial

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

I'll get a post in this evening. I can't do it from work.

Hard Sci Fi combat within our solar system

Hmmm I'm gonna keep an eye on this...

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

Who gets to post next then? Who wants to post next?

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

Thirded!

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

I'll still willing to do this sure.

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

I think in my case my character is just waiting for the meeting to end. I have this montage idea rolling around in my head where my guy shows off abit, having to infiltrate the mission site in broad daylight to get a hack in place, under alias and everything is a disguise and all, make it out, almost get caught coming out etc, then coming back out to start and quickly finish all the hacking he has to do for the operation...

But no one decided to continue off on the meeting so I ended up just sitting here. I couldn't post again so soon for risking seeming like an asshole for just walking out on the meeting like a pure and utter douche. So I was relegated to sitting there and waiting.

Sorry.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor smiles reaching over and taking Natalie's hand in his. His large paw of a hand wrapping around her slightly slimmer, but equally as massive hand. He had smiled at her when she had agreed to take this mornings meal. Not that either of them were hard up for cash. He had about seven or eight seperate accounts into which he put varying amounts, some accounts were for company business, other accounts for his own use. He had five or six figure sums in almost all of them, one of them, one that he was keeping for a very special circumstance was reaching almost seven figures. He was hanging onto that for two reasons, the first would be to buy them a good house somewhere, something that would fit them and their undoubtedly huge kids. And with the remainder, to start college funds for those kids. He knew he wanted them someday.

He smiled at Natalie, squeezing again, "I know I'm not likely the greatest childcare person right now, but I got time to learn. And between the two of us we can figure it out I'm sure." He smiles and squeezes again. And just sits there, not wanting to let go. His other hand, fingers the velvet case in his pocket. He looks at her and a determined look comes over his face. Coming to a decision then and there. Now just to figure out when to go through with it, but it'd be that day...

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Two hours before the attack

Still awhile yet before events were to start at the WSM pavilions, Victor didn't want to put his, "I'm-the-best-strongman-in-da-world" hat on yet. He wanted to spend sometime with his wonderful significant other. So they had made for some shopping centers across the park from the pavilions. He grins broadly, "You get to presents today Natalie, one you can pick out from any shop you see, or don't see, and the other you get later today. So choose wisely!" He laughed softly, hugging Natalie with one big arm.

Even though they weren't at the pavilions where their size would be no big matter, out among the normal population, just roaming the streets they were still a big ticket item. People were stopping to look at them, cellphone cameras were pulled out to take pictures of two oddities, someone them because they recognized a former Olympic athlete, or they realized that one of them is the current WSM title holder. Either way there was action around them as they passed, some stopping to try and get autographs, or to try and get one of them to just look at them.

Victor honestly saw none of this as anything odd, he was used to being a giant and an oddity. He lived life to the fullest he possibly could. He had a job he honestly enjoyed, he worked out to make sure he could be the man he wanted to be, not the man that nature wants him to be. He grins broadly, granting a few highfives as he goes past. Why the hell not after all? He looked at Natalie, "Any idea yet hun?"

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

Wow this went quiet pretty quick...

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

I apologize for my characters seeming lack of fear and his abundance of smart-assness. I thought it'd play quite well into the situation.

Falcon Espionage Agency (Espionage/spy rp)

Eight snorted, "You can't give me anything else then I already have. And your whole tirade about promotions and moving up in the company isn't all that great of an incentive. And nor is the threat of being demoted, atleast to me. Do you have anyone lined up that can do my job? If you do I'd like to see them try." He shook his head, he didn't care if she was angry, he had a job to do, and all Ivy was doing is blowing scary black smoke around. That's how he saw it. He took out his phone and checked the schematics and blueprints he had gotten from the internet on the building they would need to hit. He had work he needed to do after all, and finding that blasted security hub would have to be one of the things. He could do alot from the outside, but one thing he needed to do was have a hard access to their hardened and wireless security, which meant actually getting on site, and attaching router cables to the things he needed. And he couldn't do that from the office.

Eight tried to puzzle out a way to do what he needed to do while waiting for the point of this meeting to come about. It was painfully clear that there was no one else on this team that could do what he could do. That meant he was all on his own which is usually the case for a hacker and computer technical support operative. His line of work was at a premuim, so few operatives in the FEA and outside it went down the same track. Everyone else was black ops, or long range support, or disguise and infiltration. There was a reason why he didn't usually meet his fellow operatives like this, he couldn't relate to them, and they couldn't relate to him either. He heaved a sigh, starting to conceive a plan on how to get himself onto the property to get those hardwire jacks in place. So much to do, and so little time.