Run Away Quake (Mission/Event - Closed)

[David B.]

"Would Deacon Graves and Kit Wolf please report to Bay One for mission briefing and departure. I repeat, would Deacon Graves and Kit Wolf please report to Bay One for mission briefing and departure."

As they entered, they would find several staff wheeling away mobile refueling units from the humvee they would clearly be riding in. It was a pale yellow color but otherwise had no other identifiers on it, save a small "CA" on the doors. David turned around from the open door, gesturing to the pair with a shout of "Hop in!" before jumping into the vehicle himself. Once they were inside, he'd take off out the front gate, heading down the drive and plodding along and dirt road before reaching between the seats and handing whoever got into the front seat a file.

"Give that to him when you're done." he'd say, gesturing to the one in the back seat.



"Our mission is to recover a failed inductee. Someone who's abilities manifested but rather than come in and learn control, they ran. Without training they can easily wreak havoc, or be discovered by darker elements in society that would love to get their hands on one of us. We're gonna try and bring him in calmly, or by force if necessary. Just don't hurt civilians- we're here to protect them from us and those like us. We don't need terrified people reporting how much havoc we wrought."

He broke into the city, glancing in his rear view.

"This will be your first missions, and first as a pair. I'll be staying in the vehicle as back up in case things get messy- because it's important that you learn to work together, and start to understand why we do what we do. Any questions?"

[Deacon Graves]

Hmm? Bay one? A mission then.. About time. The announcement had came while Deacon had been sitting in his personal quarters, a pile of twisted and bent silverware gather at his side, the final fork he held in his hand would be crumpled into a ball before he dropped it and stood. Reaching back behind him, Deacon would grab at that heavy back-pack of his and throw it onto his shoulder before making his way toward Bay One.

His icy iris cast a gaze about the bay once he entered, before settling upon the ugly hue of yellow that was the transport vehicle. A man from inside would call for them to get inside and a simple "Yes Sir." escaped Deacon's lips before he moved to settle himself in the front seat. It was then he was handed a file. Deacon would flip it open, eyeing the information and pictures. Once he believed he had seen enough, he would shift and hold the file back behind him without looking. In the meanwhile, he would listen to the instructions that were being given.

"No questions." Deacon would lean his head back in his seat again, folding his arms near his chest as he waited. Turning his head, he would side-eye into the back seat, toward his 'partner'. "Don't weigh me down."

[Kit Wolf]

Kit was walking the grounds when he got the page. ~Finally time to see something more than this walls.~ Kit would pull his ear bud out and walk towards the the hangers. ~wonder what were doing today?~ ~should i put on a tea-shirt is that something i should do for my first mission should i where a sute or try and not stand out~. As Kit rounded the corner of the hanger he looked up to see the other boy jump into the front seat the humvee so he walked up and jumped into the back seat sitting in the middle with his bag next to him. Puting one earphone in while paying full attention to the debrief. Reaching up only to take the file and skimming over the important parts.

"i only have one question sir should we try to talk him in or go out there full force and take him in the more abusive way?" "Oh and partner" Kit let his southern draw out in full force on the word 'partner', "don't hurt yourself out there trying to show off its a rouge scared boy not a trained assission don't go crazy on me." "Ne laissez pas l'ego surmonter l'esprit"

-Dont let the ego overcome the mind.-for those who speak french.

[David B.]

David would interject mid french.

"Enough. You two are heading out into the territory, representing the Academy. You were selected because you signed up for missions- I expect you to carry yourselves with dignity and pride and to keep our name unmarred. Screw me on this, and I'll put your asses on the bench."

He would glance to the pair before responding to Kit's question.

"The way you take the target in is up to you- just know that we'll be watching, and utilize you in the ways you demonstrate here moving forward. Since Kit arrived first, I'm putting you in charge of the mission. Don't let it go to your head."

Theyd cross the border into the city, stopping outside a long hall of semi-slums, filled with people.



"He was last seen here. Go sniff around at the markets and see what you can find."

[Deacon Graves]

Having turned back to face the view at the front, Deacon's eyes rolled slightly in his head, the interrupted french passing right over his head, as he couldn't speak it anyways. "Understood." Despite what the other one might think, Deacon was wuite in control of himself. He had no intentions of failing his first official mission for the academy. After all, the only purpose he had in life now, was to serve.

Once they arrived in the city, Deacon kept those icy blue eyes peeled as he scanned the crowds. His first assessment was that if a conflict broke out, there was definitely a lot of people that could get caught in the cross-fire. His new teammate and himself, they would have to tread carefully. As soon as the Humvee had stopped, Deacon would open the door and step out of it, sweeping his head from left to right.

Back-pack still slung over his shoulders, the young man would cast one final glance backwards to ensure his partner was ready, before he would move at a casual pace down the stretch. He would case nearly every place and person he passed, doing his best to look as if he was simply a traveler just passing through and sight-seeing. With luck, hopefully they would find their mark before long.

[Kit Wolf]

Kit would nod "yes sir i understand" pulling out his ipod he would press play on a random song allowing it to play in the one ear as he got out of the vehicle. Looking at his partner he would nod the fallow suet about 5 feet behind the other boy that way not to look as if they were there together. Between his heavy bag and Kit backpack and board they looked nothing alike. Kit kept his head low but his eyes everywhere as well as his senses on high alert in case he or his partner happend apon the target. Kit would readjust his backpack letting the straps pull up that way he could get to his staff if he needed to.

[David B.]

As they moved along casing different units, they'd notice two things. First, they were being watched by a blonde woman far ahead, wearing glasses. She appeared to be in her early twenties.



The second would be a wig stand, with the man behind it seeming startled at the pair of academy troops casing the place. He was rushing to close down his shop.



The blonde would push off the wall and start to head away- they'd have time to go after one, as a group. If they split up, chances are they'd get lost, and the city was an awful big place.

[Deacon Graves]

Thus far, it had seemed like your average run down slum way, fitted with most shops once would expect to find. As he wandered further away from the humvee, Deacon would catch a blonde woman not too far away that seemed to have eyes on them. Then there was also the shop-keeper nearby, who had wigs in his stall. His mannerisms seemed odd, for sure.

The blonde woman was turning to leave now, so a choice had to be made. The woman, or the old man? Well, if Deacon himself had been serious about trying to disguise himself, he would consider dressing as a woman to do so. Maybe that woman was actually their target? Deacon would stick with his gut feeling, hoping it wouldn't steer him wrong here.

Shifting on his feet, he would begin heading through the crowds in the direction the woman in glasses had started to walk, his right hand dipping behind his back in attempt to signal to Kit behind him, that they were going to follow her.

[Kit Wolf]

Seeing the woman first then the shop keeps Kit would find himself in a bit of a pickle. On one hand the wig vender would be a great place to hid if you wanted to hide but the woman looked ready to bail the moment she saw them, and he knew she saw them by the look in her eyes as she turned to leave. Now was the choice the woman or the old man. Good thing he didnt have to make the choice alone. Seeing that his partner was after the woman he opted that she was the better target. He would continue to stay back a bit but he closed the gap a bit. Pulling the earphone out he stoped the music and put away his ipod thinking. ~I dont want this to get broken.~

[David B.]

The woman, noticing them coming after her, took a corner and dipped into a bar, a bead of sweat rolling down her head. She started toward the back, attempting to push her way through the mass of people to escape the predators on her tail!

[Deacon Graves]

We're onto something. She's either.. him, or she knows we are looking for him. Deacon thought to himself, eyes narrowing as the woman seemed to catch on to her pursuers. When she turned the corner, his pace picked up and as he approached it himself he would halt and peek around it. He would just barely catch a glimpse of her attire entering the nearest building. Throwing his head back again, he would speak to his partner this time. "She went into the bar- Find the back door, don't let her slip out of it. I'm going in."

He would nod after he spoke, before taking the corner himself and passing through the threshold of the bar. Deacon's icy gaze looking to locate the woman quickly. He would call out, the intent behind his words hard to make out with the tone he used. He himself pushing through the crowd as he spoke loudly. "Excuse me, Ma'am. Can I have a word, please?"

[Kit Wolf]

Kit would nod at his Partner as he rounded the corner letting his body go into full track mode he ran with all his speed around the side of the bar looking for a back door. Kit would slowly draw out his staff when he was sure he was out of sight of the public eyes using it as a walking stick to help his look for the door. After a few seconds that felt like minutes Kit would come across a door towards the back of an ally. Kit would stand slightly to the left of the door against the wall out of sight but where if the door swung open he could swing his staff like a bat and hit the running woman if he truly needed to. He was ready for a fight and this might well be it.

[David B.]

Kit would notice, as he rounded the corner into the alley behind the bar, that there was a fellow jumping down off the fire escape. He wore a tan coat, dark black glasses and a hat. He'd be sprinting in the opposite direction, out into the street.

Deacon would find the woman trying to struggle through the crowd, but by making a road for Deacon he would get to her very quickly. She shouted back.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

[Deacon Graves]

"Ma'am, please calm down." Deacon's hands lifted in attempt show he meant her no harm. "I just want to talk to you." Deacon would force something akin to a smile onto his face as he continued his approach. Her reaction only seemed to prove that gut feeling of his had been right. At the very least, she had been playing lookout and knew something that could clue them in. He would word his next phrase carefully, as if he already knew for sure what she might be hiding.

"Your friend- The one you are protecting.. We want to help him. Let us help him before he hurts himself or worse.. Innocent people. You don't want that right? I don't either.." While he tried his best to sound reassuring, his guard was also up. After all, it was entirely possible she could react as a scared and cornered dog might. If she chose to run or lash out, Deacon would have to figure something out on the fly. If he really had to, he could always try to contain her and use her to draw their target out. However, that would most likely bring conflict. His superiors didn't want that, so Deacon would do his best to avoid it until necessary.

At this moment in time, he was completely clueless as to what was happening at the back-side. Hopefully his partner stuck to the plan.

[Kit Wolf]

"well merde." Now kit had to make a call ether stick to the plan and wait for Deacon or go after the boy That looks like the target. Kit would yell at the fleaing figure. "Curtis Wait i just want to talk man, you can trust me!!!!" Kit would start after the boy to try and stop him hoping he wouldn't go to far that way he could still cover his partner.