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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 19, 2013 3:09:51 GMT -8
It was late at night in Anaheim.
It was late at night in the Police Station. The Seat of Crow power in Anaheim.
It was late at night and Marcus was sitting at a desk. The Commissioners Desk in fact nestled snug in it's own corner office of the precinct building, Flanked by Both Joe and Croaker who were wearing the same Dust cloaks that most people wore to ward off the Dust storms that periodically choked California.
He was waiting for someone.
He was waiting for Lucien. Also known as Ghostwolf.
Because he finally had a job for the little pup.
Silent had been dispatched with a message for the Young man and he knew she would find him wherever he may be, with Orders for him to assemble at the Precinct for new orders. Something big and juicey too by the sounds of it.
On the desk would be a folder stacked with files and paper evidence. Marcus clasped his hands over the folder and stared at the door, waiting patiently.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on May 19, 2013 23:16:07 GMT -8
It was late at night in Anaheim.
A mask to cover the better part of his face, and to hide him from all, even those who sense through auras. But, not his hair. That would have been stifling.
Lucien's patrol had been going smoothly, until Silent had told him that the Alpha was requesting him. Immediately.
What have I done now? He wondered absently while he raced back through the streets of the city. Finally coming to a slow at the old Precinct, Lucien slipped inside, stopping for a moment to check himself over, making sure he wasn't cloaked.
Walking inside with a nonchalance that preceded him, he paused only at the door to the office to lower the mask from his face, having it rest on the base of his neck, before knocking three times on the door. Then, turning the knob, he would open it to find Marcus Prasad, Alpha of Wolves and Grim of Crows, waiting for him with Croaker and Joe. At least, that was Lucien's best guess. They were wearing the dust cloaks that were common when the storms came.
Still, Lucien stepped into the room, stopping a few feet from the desk, and straightening up into attention before saying, "Brother DeChain, reporting. You wanted to see me, sir?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 22, 2013 23:00:09 GMT -8
Marcus looked up from his notes as Lucien entered the room, a friendly smile ghosting his face for a moment before he began to pull out photo's from the folder before him.
"Luca! Just the man I wanted to see."
He would then Gesture to the chair before him with a wave of his hand, waiting for the young man to take a seat. He would then toss the photos towards him.
"Don't worry, you're not in shit or nothing like that. Quite the opposite actually.
He would then gesture to the pictures with his chin.
"Have a look at those."
The pictures would be of a middle aged white male with Thick glasses. Possibly Eastern European wearing a grey ski jacket. All of the shots were Candid and took place as the man stood infront of what looked like a Brink Security Truck.
"This was taken yesterday in the heart of Fullerton. Round 2:30 in the afternoon. We have reason to believe he's a man known as 'Dog eyes' Worjjiski, a Low rank smuggler and drug peddler. He's mostly been keeping his operations outside of Anaheim but lately they've been getting too close for comfort. What's worse is he knows it. Now Normally I would just have you guys snatch him up, but the thing is I'm more than alittle curious as to who exactly is filling his bank account for all this as well as what exactly has he been sneaking around our fair city. If it has anything to do with Barker you can bet your ass it aint good."
Marcus raised a hand and lazily waved a finger at Joe and Croaker, who by now had acclimatized to the warm interior and had begun to strip off the dust cloaks.
"S'why I'm throwing you three together for this. We got lucky last time, but now we are actively searching him out, so naturally we cant rely on chance again. Just remember not to alert him to who YOU guys really are. Last thing we need is to alert those above him and force them to go to ground."
He paused for a moment to take a drink from a glass of water, pouring Lucien one from the Pitcher beside him.
"Any questions?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on May 22, 2013 23:36:27 GMT -8
Lucien would sit down as he pondered the statement 'no one calls me Luca...' As his commander started speaking he listened attentively. Then, some pictures. Lucien scanned them, noting his hair and eye color, as well as any other facial scars or marks. These photos looked... somewhat recent.
As Marcus went on to explain this 'dog eyes', and the situation that they were in, Lucien nodded as he continued to restudy the photos. Indeed, if Barker was involved, it wouldn't be good.
So, this man has assets being provided by someone, to the point of armoured vehicles. If he had access to those, he probably had men enough to fill twice as many. Lucien gladly accepted the cup of water, taking a small sip just after Marcus asked him if there were questions.
After a moment of enjoyment of the feeling of cool water running down his parched throat, Lucien replied. "So, your plan is for myself, Croaker and Joe to infiltrate this 'dog eyes' organization.. Would one or more of us be going undercover to infiltrate, or would we all remain hidden until the moment to strike?" Lucien mused with himself over the semantics of both options. Either one would possibly work, though Marcus would probably have intel that would weigh the decision to one side or the other.
"Also, am I to presume that we are to capture this man alive and interrogate him as to the identity of his superiors? That might be a little more difficult than eliminating him..." The last sentence was said quietly to himself, though still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear if they were listening. Getting in is one thing... Getting out, that's a whole new world.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 28, 2013 22:30:43 GMT -8
Though appreciating Lucien's Thought Process, Marcus had something else in mind.
"Not quite exactly. I DO want him snatched up yeah but Y'see Our dear friend Dog Eyes is a VERY hard man to pin down on account of him always going to ground in Barker controlled territory making him almost impossible to root out until he pops back up onto the grid again and we just can't predict where and when. Like I said, I don't want to rely on chance."
"Now here's the Brass tacks. This guy doesn't exactly have what one would call an organization of his own. Turns out he hires from a pool of minor gangs who eat up the Table scrapes left behind by Arkham and Barker."
Marcus then pulled out another series of photos of a small run down looking bar called the Frat House.
"You'll start here for now. It's located in Garden Grove owned by a group called the Misfit Troupe. I want you, Croaker and Joe to take them over. No, I'm being serious, I want you to replace whatever fuckhead they have as leader. Bout time we start setting up assets we can call upon within Barker territory and it will be up to you Lucien to steer them towards that direction. But thats secondary to the main objective which will be using them to set up a meeting with Dog eyes. Run a few jobs with him and analyze his methodology even try to take a peak at what he smuggles when you can. Take pictures cause I want proper evidence for this."
"Think of this as kind of a test of sorts Pup. I wanna see how you run this one yourself. Get an idea of where your head is at and whether I should put you up for advancement or not. Been needing a Seeker round these parts you see and Out of everyone in Anaheim, your name is on the top of my list."
Leaning forward, Marcus would then jab a finger in Luciens Direction.
"But I gotta see for myself whether your ready or not. Inevitably it will be First Blacks word as to whether or not you get the rank, but I figure a good word from me will at least give her cause to consider it you hear me?"
"Now Is there anything you need explained in closer detail? And make sure you get me a list of things you think you might need, Materials and the like for this job."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on May 29, 2013 21:16:53 GMT -8
Lucien listened to the plan, thinking to himself that it would be a lot easier just to kill the man. But, if Fenris wanted this man alive, alive is what he would be.
"Sir, if I may relay back the mission's objectives..
1. Infiltrate The Frat House, take leadership of the Misfit Troupe.
2. Under the guise of the leader of the Misfit Troupe, participate in smuggling operations under command of Dog Eyes.
3. Earn Dog Eyes' trust, get close enough to find hard evidence of smuggling activity within Crow Territory.
4. Keep identities secret, letting no one know that the three of us are Crows.
Am I missing anything?" He asked, finally. A job like this could take months, so it would be important to have clear objectives to keep all of them from varying from the prime objective.
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