Sarpedon

CIA: Supernatural Division. (Sanquin / Sarpedon)

Gerry wasn't too impressed by the information he was being given. He'd gotten into his house and taken all of his files to his little office corner of his bedroom. The reading had started was not promising. The files were light. It was never good when the files were light. There wasn't much in the way of specifics. Nothing said shit show like a lack of specifics. There were some details on his partner, and they were nice, but he didn't much care what she could do. The operator read it anyway, though. He figured it couldn't hurt. He didn't learn much, other than what he supposed he already knew. But he wasn't sure if you could actually know something, if it was only ever believed to be fiction. He shrugged it off, the agent wasn't worried about this crap. He cared even less about the armoured guy, he looked stupid, hopefully he didn't act it. When he finished that file, he shook his head, wondering what the hell these people were thinking. "Next their going to tell me that this has been going on for centuries." he muttered to himself. The files got tossed into his desk as he finished them, and the last one to go was the one on the mission.

It seemed simple enough. They were looking for high value targets. They were supposed to arrest them. He wasn't sure that would happen. "He said he read my file. How the fuck am I qualified for this shit?" he asked himself. Gerry could vividly remember the last time he tried to arrest someone. They had died. But he shrugged that off too. There had to be hard copies of their research, and he'd rely on that. No one would put this stuff on the internet, so there had to be filing cabinets full of stuff. That could all be collected and air-lifted out or something. Then he grimaced. They didn't get air support. He swore to himself, wondering how they would extract high-value targets without air support.

"And how the fuck are we going to get there?" still confused, he scanned the rest of the file. "Sounds like a load of shit. I bet its just a bunch of terrorists fucking about." he chuckled, they wouldn't be doing much of anything pretty quick. Then he noticed the note at the bottom of the file. He frowned. "Why don't we just make bullets out of gold or diamonds? Why the fuck is that even a thing?" he shook his head. Apparently he needed fancy bullets. Hopefully the armoury got that memo, he wasn't going to deal with it now. The operator shook his head and tossed all of the papers into a drawer. "Fuck it. I'm done." He got up and starting getting ready to go to bed. He'd deal with anything that came up, as it came up. He had sleep to catch up on...

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

no questions glorious leader, only slaughter.

Ladies and Gentlemen: This Fucking Guy

I suppose I should also mention I tend to swear a lot, that seems to put some people off. That might be a thing you'd want to consider.

Ladies and Gentlemen: This Fucking Guy

Was I too cynical? Is that what happened? I'm actually a nice guy, I promise. I won't bite. Maybe everyone is just out of ideas... I can see that...

CIA: Supernatural Division. (Sanquin / Sarpedon)

((you're lucky I'm patient :P))

Gerry just about flipped when he discovered his first assignment was the next day. Or night, rather. First they tell him he's just an over-qualified, glorified dog-collar for the supernatural equivalent of a two thousand pound JDAM, and now they tell him that he gets to start work the next night. Without even knowing his new partner. He had no real idea where her head was at. It seemed pretty clear that no one around here would rat on anyone else, which he liked, but he couldn't get into the headspace, not just yet. The operator decided to pay his new office a visit. He had time, he supposed. And after being informed that he had more crap to read, he at least needed to grab that stuff. So he took a wander over to his new workspace and grabbed anything in there that looked like it needed reading. You never could tell when something might come in handy. Then he sighed and shook his head, looking forward to getting home.

"Fuck my partner, fuck my boss, and fuck this place. I'm going home." he declared to no one in particular. He was done with this building until tomorrow evening at 1900, which had to be the time he'd get his briefing. He had to have the papers read by then, at least, and he wasn't going to show up if he had a night operation, so the agent assumed that showing up then with everything in order would be acceptable. And if it wasn't acceptable, he supposed someone would call him and get him to show up. And if they didn't, well, he'd show up when he did, and someone could shit on him for it later. He knew they wouldn't do it before the operation. With that, he started to find his way out of the maze of a building. This new floor was terrible, in his opinion. It was much nicer working somewhere where he didn't need a hundred secret codes to go to the bathroom. But that was life, and he was in his car headed home soon enough.

"Holy shit, bud..." he said to himself, shaking his head and chuckling. "Fuck those guys. I don't believe any of that bullshit. I guess it's my job though... Fucking shitty..." he would hold tight to his beliefs even as he accepted what he was being told. Until these supernatural beings that claimed to be real actually showed up, he didn't plan on believing in any of them. He believed in real things, like people, hard work, determination, and strength. Not made-up fairy that were supposed to also be super weapons. "You know you've spent too long as a spook when..." he chuckled to himself as he pulled into his driveway. It looked like it was going to be a long night of reading...

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

I noticed. It's all good, I'm a patient motherfucker.

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

Andre Valias said
Is there anything I need to address, kiddies?

You need to address the lack of XigXig's attractive behind.

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

let the fidgeting commence!

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

aw yeah, got sarah's approval. I'm good to go now.

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

You're all kinds of funny tonight bud. That's derek for you, though.