Rising Dawn: Canteen: Rugal, Kalastryn, Boss, Edge, Selena, Blade, Faith, Katya
"Yeah, I remember the first time I had one of those..." Blade fondly reminisced as Katya enjoyed the healing goodness of that horrible cocktail.
Once Katya began to talk, the verbal nonsense was quickly lost on his primitive mind as he merely tilted his head as if to say "You wot, m8?"
"...er...Nice to meet you..."Katty Ya"...Wait-...Seriously?...J-jenny didn't tell you about me?..." He mumbled as the insecurity kicked in.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, she only came on board about 2 days ago." Rugal pointed out, lest Blade start harassing people with questions about if they even knew who he was or not.
"...Right! Of course! Hahahah..hah..." The Strider said before "Sipping" his coffee once more as he lead Katya back to the table, just in case her body decided against digesting that Prairie Oyster.
When the topic turned back to him being a Ninja, He was more then keen to stroke his ego a little.
"Oh it's great! I get to travel, see interesting people, kick some serious but-...."
He paused when he went to go on about the values of a Strider when he looked down at his chest, namely the long ass scar that went from his face all the way down to his mid-section, the one Hiryu gave him.
"...You know...It's a living..." He then finished in a deflated manner, even going so far as to actually move his face bandanna and drink his coffee "Normally".
Before they went in, there was a full body scanner with another "Tyrant" of a man slowly snapping a pair of latex gloves.
"Alright, before anyone can be brought into the Administrator's office, I am going to have to ask that you hand over all weapons. The Administrator is a careful man so don't try anything, President or not, we can't allow you to just wave a gun around, not after how the last Administrator died. This goes for your friends as well." Kane Explained before walking though the scanner, pulling out a handgun, a strange pen and a baton of sorts, the latter two of which seemed to gently set off the Geiger Counter on Wanderer's Pip Boy.
Either way, the Tyrant manning the scanner was quick to ensure that all visible weapons[footnote]Stuff in the Pip Boy don't count.[/footnote] were taken off the President and his men before they were allowed inside.
After that, they were finally allowed to meet Dr. Birkin in person.
His office was unlike the sterile halls they had passed to get there, A Dark room full of computer screens [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/residentevil/images/5/5e/Wesker's_Hideout.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091022230234] with the man himself at the helm.
Even just stepping inside, an "Off" vibe filled the air, especially for Merlin as he noticed a array of small devices on the wall, he had seen them before at the White Crib, Small Power Suppression units designed to shut down Metahuman powers, Magic and other un-human powers, This must be where they were made.
Once they were all inside, the computer screens shut down before the lights in the office turned on and the chair slowly spun around to reveal Dr. Birkin in a white leather trench-coat with the Black Mesa Logo on it.
"Mr. President. How may I help you?..." He asked, a undertone of annoyance running though his voice.
[hr]
"Well, Mr. Akuji, while we do pride ourselves on delivering a professional service, I must remind you that killing the "Leader of the Free World" is a fair deal more challenging. Fortunately, with the way the Election seems to be going, that won't be an issue for much longer." He explained to Gat as he watched him put in the Boss's details.
"The good news is that this lines up rather well with a on-going contract we have on the same target so we will be able to provide a slight discount. However, it will still be rather costly, as most political assassinations go...About...750 Million. Don't worry too much, we have a wide array of payment options for someone in your position."
While Monsoon was going on about the number of ways he could pay the figure, Krizalid remained in hiding, yawning slightly from boredom.
But there was one line that stood out from the rest of the boring payment plans.
"-We also provide a discount of up to 50% for those who offer live humans to our organisation. Cybernetics have come a long way, but we still need the "Spare parts", if you pardon the expression..."
And these were the people who had Shaundi...
"Yeah, I remember the first time I had one of those..." Blade fondly reminisced as Katya enjoyed the healing goodness of that horrible cocktail.
Once Katya began to talk, the verbal nonsense was quickly lost on his primitive mind as he merely tilted his head as if to say "You wot, m8?"
"...er...Nice to meet you..."Katty Ya"...Wait-...Seriously?...J-jenny didn't tell you about me?..." He mumbled as the insecurity kicked in.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, she only came on board about 2 days ago." Rugal pointed out, lest Blade start harassing people with questions about if they even knew who he was or not.
"...Right! Of course! Hahahah..hah..." The Strider said before "Sipping" his coffee once more as he lead Katya back to the table, just in case her body decided against digesting that Prairie Oyster.
When the topic turned back to him being a Ninja, He was more then keen to stroke his ego a little.
"Oh it's great! I get to travel, see interesting people, kick some serious but-...."
He paused when he went to go on about the values of a Strider when he looked down at his chest, namely the long ass scar that went from his face all the way down to his mid-section, the one Hiryu gave him.
"...You know...It's a living..." He then finished in a deflated manner, even going so far as to actually move his face bandanna and drink his coffee "Normally".
StormShaun said:Alright, it was more of a Force of Habit thing anyway ^^;
After being lead hastily though several labs, namely the Demonology and Xenobiology labs were they could only get slight glances at what laid within (It wasn't pretty), they were soon lead to the Administrators office.The President, Wanderer, and Merlin.
Location: Dr. Birkin's Office | USA: Black Mesa Research Facility
Before they went in, there was a full body scanner with another "Tyrant" of a man slowly snapping a pair of latex gloves.
"Alright, before anyone can be brought into the Administrator's office, I am going to have to ask that you hand over all weapons. The Administrator is a careful man so don't try anything, President or not, we can't allow you to just wave a gun around, not after how the last Administrator died. This goes for your friends as well." Kane Explained before walking though the scanner, pulling out a handgun, a strange pen and a baton of sorts, the latter two of which seemed to gently set off the Geiger Counter on Wanderer's Pip Boy.
Either way, the Tyrant manning the scanner was quick to ensure that all visible weapons[footnote]Stuff in the Pip Boy don't count.[/footnote] were taken off the President and his men before they were allowed inside.
After that, they were finally allowed to meet Dr. Birkin in person.
His office was unlike the sterile halls they had passed to get there, A Dark room full of computer screens [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/residentevil/images/5/5e/Wesker's_Hideout.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091022230234] with the man himself at the helm.
Even just stepping inside, an "Off" vibe filled the air, especially for Merlin as he noticed a array of small devices on the wall, he had seen them before at the White Crib, Small Power Suppression units designed to shut down Metahuman powers, Magic and other un-human powers, This must be where they were made.
Once they were all inside, the computer screens shut down before the lights in the office turned on and the chair slowly spun around to reveal Dr. Birkin in a white leather trench-coat with the Black Mesa Logo on it.
"Mr. President. How may I help you?..." He asked, a undertone of annoyance running though his voice.
[hr]
"Hhmhmhm...Yes, The President doesn't seem exactly popular at the moment, does he?..." Monsoon said as he walked over to the display and began to input the request.Johnny Gat and Krizalid. Comms: Tactician Shorn, Matt Miller.
Location: Old Saints Hideout: Old Stilwater | USA: Stilwater City
"Well, Mr. Akuji, while we do pride ourselves on delivering a professional service, I must remind you that killing the "Leader of the Free World" is a fair deal more challenging. Fortunately, with the way the Election seems to be going, that won't be an issue for much longer." He explained to Gat as he watched him put in the Boss's details.
"The good news is that this lines up rather well with a on-going contract we have on the same target so we will be able to provide a slight discount. However, it will still be rather costly, as most political assassinations go...About...750 Million. Don't worry too much, we have a wide array of payment options for someone in your position."
While Monsoon was going on about the number of ways he could pay the figure, Krizalid remained in hiding, yawning slightly from boredom.
But there was one line that stood out from the rest of the boring payment plans.
"-We also provide a discount of up to 50% for those who offer live humans to our organisation. Cybernetics have come a long way, but we still need the "Spare parts", if you pardon the expression..."
And these were the people who had Shaundi...