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Collective [1]
By: Chente Date: April 4, 2021, 12:02 am
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[Vladivostok, Russia]
[quote][Incoming message from: MysTek Ltd. Enterprises (MTL)]
[Sender: Misty Mystique, received by You (Vladimir Karamazov).]
//This E-mail is in regards to your advertisement, in regards to
taking jobs not meant for the public eye. We here at Mystek Ltd.
would be very grateful if you would be able to accept this
offer. Please find enclosed the information on said offer, and
and relevant details. Reply back if you are accepting this
offer, delete the email and burn the receiving account if you
deny this offer. We do not deny or affirm that this email was
made with knowledge of the style of your, and the Kalashinikov
Collective's, services. If we were too, theoretically, know of
these, MysTek Ltd. Enterprises (MTL) would also not be liable
for more then $100,000 in damages over any criminal offenses
caused by the Collective.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: //With Regards,/
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: //Misty Mystique//[/quote]
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: (12 Hours Later)
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma straightened his suit before
loading his rifle with bullets. He counted each bullet to make
sure that he wasn't missing any.
Vladimir Karamazov has plugged out!
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Christian, being the Sovietnik, sat in
the Collective's meeting room (also the kitchen, dining room and
playing room) and completed the final preperations for the
mission.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma at first was sharpening her blade
when she heard the sound of tough paws rubbing across the
carpet. She sharpened her blade once more before tossing it in
her holster, and taking off her sunglasses.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: ''Da, it's just another mission,
Boris. Stay safe, and do not open the door for anyone." Toma
said, rubbing Boris' nice fur coat with her hand. Boris gave a
light, happy groan in response.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Boris would not be joining them on
this mission; she did on quite a few before, considering she was
their honorary warbear-- but not this time.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Irina was busy at this time; she also
would not join the mission. For what reason, only Vladimir was
aware of. Which only left two other members: Nikolai, and the
newest recruit, Yakov.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: A stereo was in Vladimir's room,
playing some russian hardbass as the last two did..
Nikolai Ivashov || Efficiency. The Mission. He focused himself
upon this, of course - made clear by the preparation of his
blade, of his vest, and of his mind. "Are you all ready..?" he'd
ask, simply, as he stepped - a check-up for his peers, with
intent to oil the machine, so-to-speak.
Yakov was currently busy saying his goobyes to boris, attempting
to cheer her up before they left. He promised her a safe return,
and perhaps some souveneirs.
Yakov :: Now then...
Yakov quickly, he acquired his gear. As the new recruit, he had
to make a good impression, especially upon who he considered to
be the resident stoic hardass, Nikolai. He waltzed on over,
things prepared.
Yakov :: Prepared as i'll ever be.
Yakov :: What's the protocol, quick missino debrief? Or do we
just head on over?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma sat in his chair in the meeting
room/kitchen/dining room/playing room (this apartment barely had
any space), his legs crossed as he leaned back, grunting before
straightening his scarf one more time. "Very prepared, comrade
Nikolai." grumbled Konoma.
Yakov 's stance relaxed significantly the moment he began
speaking. Talking relaxed him considerably.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Christian double-checked the vibranium
tube he acquired from Wakanda, tossing it in his piggy safe soon
after. "Simple mission, comrades."
Nikolai Ivashov :: Excellent. Carrying a corpse would slow me
down extensively.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Take care of yourselves, and trust in me to
pick up the slack, da?
Yakov :: Well, you can always just leave a corpse on the flo-
Yakov :: Rhetorical. I see that now.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Indeed.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Christian :: We collect a item from a
corpo. Youse know them well, Nikoliai. Chrome.
Nikolai Ivashov(CactuarSmoothie) <---- The name rung all the
bells. Both you, and Ghiglov were made there.
Nikolai Ivashov offers a slow blink. "...Yes." he spoke. No Da.
A simple, heavy 'yes'.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Vladimir gave a look to Nikolai, then
began to speak to the rest. "Today, we collect a Possibility
Apparatus from the Chrome."
Yakov had no clue what the trio was talking about, quickly
shuffling through any debriefing papers they had copied from the
messgae before, praying that there's any info on the subject.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Chrome is planning to reveal
the Possibility Apparatus in a week, da? A machine capable of
correcting mutant changes before they happen?
Yakov :: Sounds revolutionary.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma squatted on her chair. "That's
just a myth, comrade. There's no way something like that is
real."
Yakov :: Then just what is it we're collecting? A prop?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Vladimir :: Is real enough that our
employer is willing to pay a few millions of Terra for it. So,
we go to collect it.
Yakov :: Money is money.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: [Intermission]
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