Gerry looked at the operations director like he was completely retarded, and then took a step out into the hall. This was certainly about to escalate, that was for damn sure. He didn't put the gun away, though, that wasn't happening. The operator waited for his new boss to show up and close the door, and then he gave the man a very serious look over. "You've read my file. I know you have. Why are you trying to fuck me around like this? Why do you have a secure area tricked out like some fucking victorian mansion or some shit, and why are you telling me that you've got a fucking vampire from the fucking dark ages in there?" the agent wasn't sure what to think. His boss was convinced that this shit was real, so he supposed it was his job as a good soldier to go with it, but it just seemed too fucked up.
"Actually, fuck that. Let's say you're not fucking me around. Why, the fuck, does the CIA, have a goddamn vampire on the fucking payroll? What do we need with a vampire? You've got strings all over the fucking place, you don't need a fucking monster like that. What does she even do? Rot in her fucking coffin? You don't let her do homeland security, do you? Explain some of this shit. What the fuck have I been assigned to do." politeness had gone out the window. Gerald was happy to do his job, but he couldn't do it with his boss making up shit about monsters with women playing dress-up in expensive government facilities. That, and he didn't understand what his job was. He didn't have access to this part of the building, and if what he was seeing here was real, he would be down here to fetch his partner somewhat regularly. And how the fuck was he supposed to do that? She already showed some indication that she would rather eat him. And if she was a vampire, how was he supposed to function as a team with her? This shit didn't make any fucking sense at all. Who came up with this crap? It sounded like a bad movie.
Gerry pushed himself into his operations mindset despite all the bullshit. He could do his job, he didn't have to believe this crap. He'd listen to what the boss man had to say, and he'd go back to doing paperwork and research while he waited for another deployment...
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yuuup
it's a question I ask myself every time I do something.
Gerry was still confused when they walked into a room that looked like it came out of a history book. And then there was a rather terrifying-looking woman licking her lips and going on about her birthday the moment the operator walked into the room. Then she pulled off a stunt he didn't think was possible, going from zero to a million miles an hour, and back to zero in the space of no more than twenty feet, give or take ten. He was too busy fumbling for his weapon to bother gauging distance. Most wouldn't call his desperate grab fumbling, but considering the speed with which the woman moved, it looked pretty clumsy in comparison. He didn't even bother drawing the thing as he was introduced to the woman properly. The director explained a little bit of what was going on, and Gerald took a few steps back. "You're telling me that my partner is The Bloody Lady of Csejte? You expect me to believe that crap? What the fuck is this? Buddy, I did four tours in the middle east. I've been blown up twice. Don't fuck with me. What the hell is going on here." His usual demeanor was gone, now that weird shit was happening.
He didn't even notice his sidearm appearing in his hand, it just happened. "Explain this shit." he demanded of both of them. The secrecy made it almost believable, but he knew people who would fuck with him like this, and he was tired of it. Elaborate jokes were't funny any more. Making up shit about vampires being real was just dumb. The special effects were pretty good, he had to admit, but the decor and the get-up on the lady were a bit overkill. You'd think a vampire would be smart enough to dress normally. He still wouldn't believe it though. The operator glanced back and forth, waiting for someone to tell him who had set this up and why they were doing it. "Is someone going to explain the joke? Did you not get the speech on playing jokes on me?"
Evidently they hadn't. They would have gotten their laughs in quicker, before he started freaking out. Now it was too late for that. That couldn't mean they were serious though, could it? There was no way that this woman was the same one that had murdered so many people so long ago. It sounded like crap to him. Just an excuse to dress up and fuck with the guy who had minor PTSD flair ups every once in a while. He'd give them a chance to explain themselves though, if they were going to even try. If they wouldn't, he could show himself out, and Gerry looked forward to doing just that. He didn't need this kind of weird shit in his life. Make-believe and jedi mind powers and all that crap wasn't real, especially not to someone who had gotten by on grit and guts and very real firepower for so long...
He didn't even notice his sidearm appearing in his hand, it just happened. "Explain this shit." he demanded of both of them. The secrecy made it almost believable, but he knew people who would fuck with him like this, and he was tired of it. Elaborate jokes were't funny any more. Making up shit about vampires being real was just dumb. The special effects were pretty good, he had to admit, but the decor and the get-up on the lady were a bit overkill. You'd think a vampire would be smart enough to dress normally. He still wouldn't believe it though. The operator glanced back and forth, waiting for someone to tell him who had set this up and why they were doing it. "Is someone going to explain the joke? Did you not get the speech on playing jokes on me?"
Evidently they hadn't. They would have gotten their laughs in quicker, before he started freaking out. Now it was too late for that. That couldn't mean they were serious though, could it? There was no way that this woman was the same one that had murdered so many people so long ago. It sounded like crap to him. Just an excuse to dress up and fuck with the guy who had minor PTSD flair ups every once in a while. He'd give them a chance to explain themselves though, if they were going to even try. If they wouldn't, he could show himself out, and Gerry looked forward to doing just that. He didn't need this kind of weird shit in his life. Make-believe and jedi mind powers and all that crap wasn't real, especially not to someone who had gotten by on grit and guts and very real firepower for so long...
did I fuck it up?
Gerry was confused. He wasn't normally the sort of man to be confused, so this was a strange experience for him. Being the sort of person capable of both meticulous planning and off-the-cuff improvisation, he was usually ready for anything. That did not appear to be the case in this instance, however. Even after a lifetime of training, and four tours in the middle east, Gerald Thompson had no idea what was going on. The confusion was getting to him, and he began going through various nervous ticks as he waited. No one had told him anything, and he hadn't been able to find out anything. All he was told, was "new assignment". The operative eventually broke down, and found himself an over-stuffed leather chair. He pulled the nice glass coffee table over and drew his weapon. He was still carrying the M9 he had been issued for his deployments to the middle east. He had been considering the switch to a Sig Sauer, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. For now, the Beretta served him just fine.
Given the amount of time he had waited, the man figured he had some more time, and he began detail stripping his sidearm. It was the only way to keep himself sane for the moment. The confusion running through his head was about five minutes from triggering a flashback to the last time he was confused. He pushed that thought away, though, no need to bring it closer. Gerry focused on laying out all the pieces in the proper order. Every one of them was spotless and all the moving parts were lightly oiled. It was a beautiful machine, and he'd never had it function any way but flawlessly, thanks to a meticulous maintenance routine.
Just as he set out the last piece, someone finally showed up. "What the fuck?" whoever was taking him to the next waiting area obviously wasn't a field type. Gerry looked up and smiled.
"Machines are beautiful, aren't they?" he asked, beginning the process of putting it back together. It took no time at all, and the operator was ready to go, no sign that he had ever been there.
"Sorry about the wait. The only person actually qualified to take you where you're going was in a briefing." explained the agent leading the way.
"I'm not surprised." was Gerry's reply. "Did my clearance go through?" he then asked, figuring it was probably related to that.
"Couldn't tell you." the agent responded. Gerald sighed. They finished the trip in silence, with the agent leaving Gerry outside an office. The glass was all frosted and he couldn't see in, but that was normal. What wasn't normal, was the number of security doors they had to get through to make it here. He hadn't counted the number of steel entry doors, either. That was interesting. But most interesting of all, had to be the elevator ride. It hadn't been very fun, after a silent and rather lethal bout of flatulence on his part, but most notably, it had been a lot longer than he thought it should have been. Then, the office door opened, and Gerry glanced past to realize what he had suspected. They hadn't gone up. They had gone down. The sensation had definitely felt weird, considering the button the agent leading the way had pressed. And now he was starting to understand. Whatever this assignment was, it was going to be important.
"Agent Thompson? Nice to meet you. I'm the Operations Director down here." Gerry shook the man's hand and smiled, noting that he hadn't actually given a name. And he didn't see a nameplate on his desk either. This was a secretive place. "Come on in, I've got some things to go over."
"If it's more paperwork I'm going to throw something." Gerry threatened. "I didn't ask for this assignment, I don't see why I should need all these goddamn forms." he took a seat without being invited, and stared the man across from him in the eyes, daring him to pull out a form, or even something to read.
"It's not paperwork. It's facts." promised the director. "Your new clearance is good." he handed over an envelope. "You'll want to report to the quartermaster soon, they've got some things for you." the man behind the desk added. "And now, on to your assignment. Someone has evaluated your performance in the field very recently, and we're re-tasking you to force protection. This time, however, we feel you'll do better in our specialist division..." the director trailed off, and Gerald took a moment to open the envelope and swap out his new security tag. "You know what, why don't I just take you to meet your new partner, your file says you like to jump right in."
"I haven't jumped in too long. Lead the way." Gerry responded calmly, his right hand hooking into his belt as they got up. The operations director turned around and opened a door in the back of his office. It lead to a rather comfortable looking room, obviously designed for more social functions. There were massive bookcases lining the walls, and several couches arranged in a kind of circle. The kind of place old people might gather with some friends to drink and tell stories all night.
"Welcome to the rabbit hole, Gerry." the man said, and he pulled a book from one of the shelves that lined the wall. The whole wall rotated backward on the opposite corner, revealing another door. The operator raised an eyebrow and followed the director's lead. They walked through that door into a rather fancy hallway.
"This is fucked. Is this what taxpayers are paying for?" Gerry asked, more confused now, and wondering why the hell this even existed. They stopped at the door at the end of the hall, while the man in charge paused to knock.
"Get ready to meet your new partner." he said, having ignored the operator's question. Gerry was half-tempted to draw his sidearm just in case. He was a spook, and this place had "get the fuck out" written all over it...
Given the amount of time he had waited, the man figured he had some more time, and he began detail stripping his sidearm. It was the only way to keep himself sane for the moment. The confusion running through his head was about five minutes from triggering a flashback to the last time he was confused. He pushed that thought away, though, no need to bring it closer. Gerry focused on laying out all the pieces in the proper order. Every one of them was spotless and all the moving parts were lightly oiled. It was a beautiful machine, and he'd never had it function any way but flawlessly, thanks to a meticulous maintenance routine.
Just as he set out the last piece, someone finally showed up. "What the fuck?" whoever was taking him to the next waiting area obviously wasn't a field type. Gerry looked up and smiled.
"Machines are beautiful, aren't they?" he asked, beginning the process of putting it back together. It took no time at all, and the operator was ready to go, no sign that he had ever been there.
"Sorry about the wait. The only person actually qualified to take you where you're going was in a briefing." explained the agent leading the way.
"I'm not surprised." was Gerry's reply. "Did my clearance go through?" he then asked, figuring it was probably related to that.
"Couldn't tell you." the agent responded. Gerald sighed. They finished the trip in silence, with the agent leaving Gerry outside an office. The glass was all frosted and he couldn't see in, but that was normal. What wasn't normal, was the number of security doors they had to get through to make it here. He hadn't counted the number of steel entry doors, either. That was interesting. But most interesting of all, had to be the elevator ride. It hadn't been very fun, after a silent and rather lethal bout of flatulence on his part, but most notably, it had been a lot longer than he thought it should have been. Then, the office door opened, and Gerry glanced past to realize what he had suspected. They hadn't gone up. They had gone down. The sensation had definitely felt weird, considering the button the agent leading the way had pressed. And now he was starting to understand. Whatever this assignment was, it was going to be important.
"Agent Thompson? Nice to meet you. I'm the Operations Director down here." Gerry shook the man's hand and smiled, noting that he hadn't actually given a name. And he didn't see a nameplate on his desk either. This was a secretive place. "Come on in, I've got some things to go over."
"If it's more paperwork I'm going to throw something." Gerry threatened. "I didn't ask for this assignment, I don't see why I should need all these goddamn forms." he took a seat without being invited, and stared the man across from him in the eyes, daring him to pull out a form, or even something to read.
"It's not paperwork. It's facts." promised the director. "Your new clearance is good." he handed over an envelope. "You'll want to report to the quartermaster soon, they've got some things for you." the man behind the desk added. "And now, on to your assignment. Someone has evaluated your performance in the field very recently, and we're re-tasking you to force protection. This time, however, we feel you'll do better in our specialist division..." the director trailed off, and Gerald took a moment to open the envelope and swap out his new security tag. "You know what, why don't I just take you to meet your new partner, your file says you like to jump right in."
"I haven't jumped in too long. Lead the way." Gerry responded calmly, his right hand hooking into his belt as they got up. The operations director turned around and opened a door in the back of his office. It lead to a rather comfortable looking room, obviously designed for more social functions. There were massive bookcases lining the walls, and several couches arranged in a kind of circle. The kind of place old people might gather with some friends to drink and tell stories all night.
"Welcome to the rabbit hole, Gerry." the man said, and he pulled a book from one of the shelves that lined the wall. The whole wall rotated backward on the opposite corner, revealing another door. The operator raised an eyebrow and followed the director's lead. They walked through that door into a rather fancy hallway.
"This is fucked. Is this what taxpayers are paying for?" Gerry asked, more confused now, and wondering why the hell this even existed. They stopped at the door at the end of the hall, while the man in charge paused to knock.
"Get ready to meet your new partner." he said, having ignored the operator's question. Gerry was half-tempted to draw his sidearm just in case. He was a spook, and this place had "get the fuck out" written all over it...
that was the idea :)
I like your idea.
Name: Gerald Thompson
Age: 29
Appearance: http://www.bubblews.com/assets/images/news/2138464123_1360632315.jpg a generally classy motherfucker, he has no problem switching to something more practical when duty calls, which is most of the time.
Abilities: Most would consider him a "high-speed operator" the kind of person capable of dealing with intense situations that the average person would break down and cry just thinking about. his physical, mental, and emotional fitness are about as close as one can get to superhuman without pumping themselves full of various chemicals.
pretty shit-simple, lets get this show on the road.
Age: 29
Appearance: http://www.bubblews.com/assets/images/news/2138464123_1360632315.jpg a generally classy motherfucker, he has no problem switching to something more practical when duty calls, which is most of the time.
Abilities: Most would consider him a "high-speed operator" the kind of person capable of dealing with intense situations that the average person would break down and cry just thinking about. his physical, mental, and emotional fitness are about as close as one can get to superhuman without pumping themselves full of various chemicals.
pretty shit-simple, lets get this show on the road.
found the thread because I'm a fucking badass motherfucker XD
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