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Edited by Master Chief:
8/16/2015 6:17:49 PM
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[b]*Chelovek steps into a small room with a large steel door, similar to a door on a gun safe*[/b]
[b]*An intercom from inside chirps on*[/b]
"This is Votnik, do you have the Bread?"
Yes. Hurry, it's getting cold.
[b]*The wheel on the door quickly spins clockwise, then stops suddenly with a loud bang, the door then slowly groans open*[/b]
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((What happens now?))
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Edited by Master Chief: 8/16/2015 7:24:32 PM[spoiler]I was waiting for Shadow Warrior to respond because his/her character is supposed to be with me but I guess they're not.[/spoiler] [b]*Chelovek steps in, a group of scientists in gas masks and hazmat suits take the suitcase from him, and hurriedly head into a lab. Chelovek follows behind*[/b]
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[spoiler]Well then I suppose you won't mind my interaction?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure, as long as you don't try to crash it.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Ex PI: 8/16/2015 7:33:58 PM[spoiler]Deal.[/spoiler] A series of buzzing static transmissions sound through your radio, almost like code.
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[spoiler]Chelovek doesn't have a Tac-Pad[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh. Radio then.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ivan is the one in the radio room right now.[/spoiler] [b]*Ivan slaps the radio*[/b] Piece of junk...
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Edited by Ex PI: 8/16/2015 8:23:03 PMThe radio buzzes again. [i]Do we have a temporal match?[/i] [b]Yes, sir. Hawaii. MJ-12 is after them.[/b] [i]Do we have a way to reach them?[/i] [b]No, sir. But I was thinking...[/b] [i]Spit it out, Corporal![/i] [b]After that op on the coast, with the Deep Ones that portaled into this universe... We dropped off the GRU SV-8 gear we had in storage to that Ivan base over the hill. Maybe we should call them for help?[/b] [b]Why?[/b] [i]Well, sir. They transported an entire base over here. Maybe we can send a team back home?[/i] The static fuzzes back into the message.
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[b]*Ivan, being a very slow person, ignores the message*[/b]
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((Why.)) A black first-gen Humvee pulls up outside the gates of the base and stops.
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[spoiler]Because it's Ivan.[/spoiler] [b]*Chelovek stands in the lab, while the scientists work on stabilizing the suitcase before opening it*[/b] [b]*Secuity guards walk up to the Humvee, guns drawn*[/b] "Identification and reason for visit, please"
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A suited arm slides out of the back window, with three passes in hand. The driver and guard next to him are marked as "security consultants", while the man who hands over the passes is marked as an "intelligence liaison to foreign directorates." [b]We're here to speak to your commanding officer.[/b]
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Edited by Master Chief: 8/16/2015 8:40:59 PM[b]*The guard looks at the passes*[/b] "Alright, let them in." [b]*The gate opens*[/b] "Commander should be in the labs somewhere." [b]*he hands back the passes, but hesitates*[/b] "Oh, and don't try anything stupid."
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The man nods in agreement. The Humvee parks in front of the main lab, and he adjusts his tie, carefully shifting something hidden under his coat. As he and the first guard enter, the driver clambers into the car's armored turret cupola, keeping his radio on and his eyes open.
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[b]*They arrive at the small room with the large steel door, the same place Chelovek was earlier*[/b] [b]*The intercom chirps on*[/b] "Service number and identification, please."
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The man steps forward. [i]Johnathan Forrest, no number given.[/i]
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[b]*Talking can be heard n the background*[/b] "Alright, you're in" [b]*The door opens as it did before*[/b]
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Forrest once again shifts the hidden object and strolls, with his guard, into the lab. The pair head for Chelovek, who is deep in conversation with several scientists.
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[b]*The scientists motion to Chelovek that the men are behind him. He turns around*[/b] Who are you guys?
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Forrest pulls the object from under his coat. It's a massive dossier, with various papers sticking out. He extends his hand. [i]Mr. Forrest. I'm with the gentlemen who helped you back in Ensmooth.[/i]
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[b]*Chelovek shakes his hand*[/b] I see. What do you guys want?
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Forrest spreads out his files on a nearby table, and his aide scoots over a chair. [i]We've recorded several temporal disturbances during the last few days. Our R&D lab needs your help developing a device that will allow one of our cells to return to Earth.[/i]
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We already have one. In fact, that's why I'm here right now. We were developing a teleportation device of sorts that could be used by the Red Army. Troop movements, logistics, even individual soldiers in combat. It operated on Dark Matter that we recovered back when the Tunguska Event happened. However, the device malfunctioned when we tested it, and sent everything within a 50 mile radius through what we assume was a wormhole, and dropped us on this planet. We tried to see if we could get it to send us back to our planet, but we had no Dark Matter left. We managed to contact an anonymous dealer and he got us a sample, but told us that there wasn't any more on this planet. So we took a chance and bought it. Some dumb bitch stalled me on my way back and nearly caused the destruction of this planet... Right now I'm waiting on results from the lab technicians to see if we can even use it anymore.
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Forrest smiles. [i]Ah. You see, we can communicate with our Earth groups, but our main leadership is here, since it's safer. Problem is, our old facility has been abandoned. We can't go back. When our strike team from a while ago radioed in to you for help, they were figuring your detachment could, and were hoping you had connections to GRU-SV8. [/i]
