Post by The Jester on Apr 4, 2011 16:53:11 GMT -7
It had been an enjoyable assignment, the last 16 months enjoying an seaside Villa in sunny Naples. Forty Two aka Marcello DeRosa was masking under-cover as a Young Hier's Personal Bodyguard, with connections in the ever growing software business industry. He almost felt in another world, being one of the longest assignments he had ever been on, and one of the most personally profitable. But tonight was the night, after rubbing shoulder's with most of Italy's High Society, Forty Two was going to complete the assignment he was sent to do. He finished the last of his wine and looked out over the luxurious stone balcony to the busy lagoon and with a sigh went into his bedroom and pulled out a trunk from his closet - filled with old friends from a seemingly distant past.
The calming sound of submachine gun fire filled the air - drowned out by the noise and music in the streets below. The job itself seemed pretty standard for his team, get in and out with some information and extract the target. The sky was clear with thousands of stars looking down upon the seasonal week long festival. Metahuman's of all types were painted and masked - mimicking the animals and folklore of the Ancient days.
"We aren't getting any younger here FT" shouted a young elf carefully aiming his Pred III at the next well dressed guardsman running across the roof tops. "ts'not my fault the codes got changed, I'm workin as fast as I bloody well can" shouted back a tired elf wired into the doors security panel. "Click" and the door flicked open as his team of 6 went rushing through the door down towards the streets.
The team began to strip down from there armored suits and grabbed some well placed dufflebags containing some armored and unidentifiable costumes. as they got dressed up into various furry and feathered outfits - all of which designed to hold there weapons. Forty Two - or FT for short, gave the young extracted girl a sedative and zipped up a colorful bag throwing it onto his friends back. They hit the streets dancing and playing to the music while while they watched the well dressed guardsmen toting SMG's flood into a crowded alley. a few quick gunshots in the air and the crowds stampeded for safety, just the cover FT and his team needed to hit the docks.
After almost an hour on foot, and stopping for a few drinks along the way, FT and his team partied there way down towards the dockyards, where there was a Yacht waiting to take them and there guest back to Barcelona to rendezvous with another Ghost Team for final extraction. FT boarded the small Yacht to see a number of elves dressed in various states of nothing, fairly drunk and enjoying themselves and the private band. Many were just locals who are enjoying a night out, but FT knew better, The crew and a few of the guests were Fellow Ghosts, Trained to a level, that makes many nations and corps shiver, in the arts of Espionage and Stealth.
After delivering the package to a secured unit in the cabin, FT and his team once again got changed into some very expensive Italian Suits and went deck-side to enjoy the night - after all the Fireworks were amazing and the Yacht was setting off towards its next destination. FT grabbed a glass of authentic Tir Taingire wine and settled into a cushioned chair on the top deck - Thinking about how much he enjoyed the last year and a bit living the life of an Upper Class Elf in one of Italy's finest cities. "Well I guess its back to the barracks awaiting the next assignment" muttered the young elf " I wonder if it will be as fun as this job was." He turned his attention back to the shoreline and ongoing party, what a way to welcome the new year - 2042 has arrived - he can't wait for the jokes to settle in.
The calming sound of submachine gun fire filled the air - drowned out by the noise and music in the streets below. The job itself seemed pretty standard for his team, get in and out with some information and extract the target. The sky was clear with thousands of stars looking down upon the seasonal week long festival. Metahuman's of all types were painted and masked - mimicking the animals and folklore of the Ancient days.
"We aren't getting any younger here FT" shouted a young elf carefully aiming his Pred III at the next well dressed guardsman running across the roof tops. "ts'not my fault the codes got changed, I'm workin as fast as I bloody well can" shouted back a tired elf wired into the doors security panel. "Click" and the door flicked open as his team of 6 went rushing through the door down towards the streets.
The team began to strip down from there armored suits and grabbed some well placed dufflebags containing some armored and unidentifiable costumes. as they got dressed up into various furry and feathered outfits - all of which designed to hold there weapons. Forty Two - or FT for short, gave the young extracted girl a sedative and zipped up a colorful bag throwing it onto his friends back. They hit the streets dancing and playing to the music while while they watched the well dressed guardsmen toting SMG's flood into a crowded alley. a few quick gunshots in the air and the crowds stampeded for safety, just the cover FT and his team needed to hit the docks.
After almost an hour on foot, and stopping for a few drinks along the way, FT and his team partied there way down towards the dockyards, where there was a Yacht waiting to take them and there guest back to Barcelona to rendezvous with another Ghost Team for final extraction. FT boarded the small Yacht to see a number of elves dressed in various states of nothing, fairly drunk and enjoying themselves and the private band. Many were just locals who are enjoying a night out, but FT knew better, The crew and a few of the guests were Fellow Ghosts, Trained to a level, that makes many nations and corps shiver, in the arts of Espionage and Stealth.
After delivering the package to a secured unit in the cabin, FT and his team once again got changed into some very expensive Italian Suits and went deck-side to enjoy the night - after all the Fireworks were amazing and the Yacht was setting off towards its next destination. FT grabbed a glass of authentic Tir Taingire wine and settled into a cushioned chair on the top deck - Thinking about how much he enjoyed the last year and a bit living the life of an Upper Class Elf in one of Italy's finest cities. "Well I guess its back to the barracks awaiting the next assignment" muttered the young elf " I wonder if it will be as fun as this job was." He turned his attention back to the shoreline and ongoing party, what a way to welcome the new year - 2042 has arrived - he can't wait for the jokes to settle in.