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| Infiltration of Jemson Arms | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 24 2009, 11:52 PM (311 Views) | |
| Deuce | Sep 24 2009, 11:52 PM Post #1 |
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The alarm clock rang and Kyle was lucky that he didn't have his guns near him, otherwise he would need a new clock. Kyle rolled over in his bed and slapped repeatedly until finding the snooze button. He rolled out of bed, got up and let out a large yawn. He scratched his belly and walked out of his bedroom, grabbing a thin, throwing blade, flipped it once and hurled it at a dartboard. The blade slammed into the bullseye. A buzzing sound was coming from his kitchen. Kyle made his way over there and pressed a button on a monitor mounted on the wall. A voice spoke. "Good morning, Kyle. How did you sleep?" "All right, I guess." Kyle opened his fridge and grabbed a half-empty carton of orange juice and drank straight from it. "What's up, Icarus?" "I have a mission for you. Sending files now." The monitor, a touch-screen computer, popped up with a series of pages. The first one that came up was a technical spec for some device which Kyle did not recognize. "This is called the Temporal/Spacial Alteration Storage Device. Jemson has been rumored to have developed a working, functioning prototype." "What does it do?" "It can fold space to allow an item to be stored in an extra-dimensional area to be retrieved later." "Sounds pretty cool." "If it were a toy, yes it would be. But with these people, it can be highly dangerous. Imagine if a bomb could be hidden in plain sight and no one would know about it? I would go into further detail but time is of the essence. Jemson Arms is planning on moving the device and its associated documents tonight via courier, probably to find a buyer. I need you to get in there, retrieve the prototype and the files on it. The CEO, Martin Wayneright, has it locked down in his private office in their building in the Storage District. It is heavily guarded by the Jemson soldiers themselves, hardened military types. So be ready to fight just in case. Be ready to leave within the hour. I will send what information I was able to get about security measures to you. But you will have to do much of this on your own. Any questions?" "Nope. sounds good to me. The stealth suit is all charged up. I will make my way there in a few." "Excellent. Good luck, Kyle." "Nonsense. Luck is for those with no skill." The screen went blank. Kyle's universal hacker was beeping, indicating a file transfer. This was his life. He was a spy and now he would be a thief, But hey, it could be fun. |
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| Deuce | Sep 25 2009, 01:45 PM Post #2 |
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Kyle walked over to a blank wall and pressed his hand against an indented section. The wall split in half with a "whoosh". Arrayed inside was Kyle's armory. Split into three sections, it contained all of the weapons and gear Kyle used on his missions. The left section housed all of Kyle's guns, ranging from assault rifles to his prized Duveki X-1s. The right most was a series of cushioned, pullout drawers where various explosives and knives lay. Above the drawers were an assortment of gadgets like his grappeling line. But the center section held his most prized possession: the Stealth Suit. Reverently, he laid his hand on the nano-fiber mesh. Kyle reviewed the security information of Jemson Arms and began formulating an approach. A wellspring of ideas came to mind. He grabbed a black canvas bag and went first for the explosives. He grabbed a handful of shape charges and and demo charges along with some bricks of C4. Next, he carefully selected his favorite pair of titanium blades and slipped them into their holders. Finally, he walked over to the guns and placed his Duveki X-1s into their holsters and eyed his M-4 but decided against it. He stripped down to his underwear and donned the stealth suit and redressing into his civilian clothes. His cellphone rang and Kyle answered it. "Yes?" "Kyle, I forgot to mention something before. I sent the word out and found some outside help for this. I don't want anything to happen." "Ok. Who is it?" "You will meet them either on-site or in a few minutes, depending on who answers the call." "Ok, sounds good to me. I'm all set to go." |
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