World War III

[Zetsumi-san]

This is the IC thread for the OOC thread hear ► post1027062.html#p1027062
So if you go there you'll know.

[Zetsumi-san]

Corry waked into the confrence room. He sat down in one of the high back chairs. They were comfortible on the body. The mind, Not so much. He still wore his glasses, aviators. He sat there pacently waiting for the meeting to start. He heard this was going to be big. He opened the folder lying infront of him. Lucky he was still wearing his glasses. His eyes shot open wide. He took in a deep breath and calmed himself. He leaned back and thought about what he just read. The Cyber attacks they weren't just kids messing around they stole vital information. He also read the Chinese are moving some of their forces onto ships on the western coast. He just sat there and closed his eyes. Some what still awake. He waited for what seemed like forever.

[JazWhitey]

The Captain of the Special Air Service stood outside the confrence room door and adjusted his uniform, making sure that he was as presentable as possible. His CO had told him that this meeting was high priority, and John intended to do everything by the book. He checked his watch. Right on time. He adjusted his berret as he opened the door. Entering, his eyes swept the room. It was empty besides for a single man in aviators sitting in one of the high backed chairs. He took a seat on the far side of the table and opened the folder infront of him. Scanning it briefly he took note of the reports of increased attacks on information centres by Cyber gangs and the mobilization of the Chinese forces on the western coast. His face betrayed no emotion as he read. Sitting back he took a soft-pack of Marlboro reds from his pocket and lit one, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs before exhaling the cloud. He didn't speak. He simply waited.

[JazWhitey]

The Captain of the Special Air Service stood outside the confrence room door and adjusted his uniform, making sure that he was as presentable as possible. His CO had told him that this meeting was high priority, and John intended to do everything by the book. He checked his watch. Right on time. He adjusted his berret as he opened the door. Entering, his eyes swept the room. It was empty besides for a single man in aviators sitting in one of the high backed chairs. He took a seat on the far side of the table and opened the folder infront of him. Scanning it briefly he took note of the reports of increased attacks on information centres by Cyber gangs and the mobilization of the Chinese forces on the western coast. His face betrayed no emotion as he read. Sitting back he took a soft-pack of Marlboro reds from his pocket and lit one, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs before exhaling the cloud. He didn't speak. He simply waited.

[Zetsumi-san]

Corry hated the smell of smoke. He looked at the captain he sighed and then coughed. He wafted his hand in front of his face as to magically make the smoke disappear. He sat there calmly with his feet on the table. He waited for the director to show up. He took his glass of water and brought it to hid lips. The liquid flowed through his throat. It quenched his "thirst" he was doing it to release the tension in the room. He looked at the blank projection screen. He listened to every breath and every slight movement in the room. He sighed just a little bit and set is cup of water down.

[AlWayZFrE3]

"...there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed, there aint nothin in this world fo' free. Ya know we can't slow down, we can't hold back, an' even though, we wish, we could, ya know there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good..."

Lance Corporal Tyler Briggs was strolling down the hall with a 'life's great for me' attitude. He bobbed his head to his music, swayed around people a little too smoothly, and smiled his con man smile without any need. This was a joyous day, indeed. More missions, more killing, more freaking running around and putting bullets in peoples' heads...ah, the glory of combat. Tyler couldn't think of anything better. And with his team, nicknamed Fireteam Generous Kill, aka Genocide, the fun just never stopped. A trigger pull here, an assassination via knife there, maybe a grenade toss or two, the explosions and gunfire were exilerating no matter how things worked out. And his whole team agreed. They would fight kill and die just to fight and kill some more...if that even made sense...meh, who cared? Certainly not Tyler.

He casually put his back to a door and pushed it open, then slid inside and dropped lazily onto a chair, noticing the other two soldiers in the room. One was SAS, no mistaking that goofy lookin' English style. The other was not, at least Tyler knew that much, but little else. He just didn't care to find out...or care at all. It was kill time soon, very very soon...

"No there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good..."

[Zetsumi-san]

Death's eyes looked at the joker who just walked in chuckled to himself. "Who is this guy?" He thought to himself. He realized he was a fire team leader. He liked to see a fellow commander at the table, but seriously hes a joke. He hasn't even looked at his paper yet and hes listening to music in a meeting room. Death pulled his aviators down. "You might wanna look at the file." He said at an average volume level. He just hoped this clown could hear him. Though that song is very good.

[AlWayZFrE3]

Tyler cocked an eyebrow, thinking of a random way to kill someone...something involving ice and a large hammock...muahaha...oh wait, no, that wouldn't work, would need a machine for that. Meh, who cares? Tyler thought, What does it matter as long as I get to keep breathin? Gen of Generous Kill was still up and running hard fast and far.

Anyway, Tyler looked up and cocked an eyebrow at the file, then picked it up and opened it, looked through, randomly flipping pages, and dropped it back on the table, "Who cares, dude? They point me, I fire, just like a sniper...with a bigger path of destruction than a nuclear warhead. So, where's the CO? I'm bored..."

[Zetsumi-san]

"Who cares?" He got pissed. "Your a joke we're facing our worst nightmare and who knows if nukes are going to be involved we're royally fucked here." He calmed himself and rubbed his eyes brows. He tossed his aviators on the table as he leaned back in the chair. He looked at the "Clown" the guys new nick name. He was iggnorant and stupid in his book. "The CO is waiting for every one to get here." He stood up and left the room to use the restroom.

[JazWhitey]

John quirked a brow as the man in aviators wafted his hand infront of his face, warding off smoke that was nowhere near him.
"Bloody yank" thought the SAS captain.
Several minutes later a man walked into the room backwards, listening to music. He wore the uniform of a USMC Fireteam leader, and although he were acting the fool, John could sense that this was a mask; a front used to lure people into false senses of security. Admirable... He still looked like a muppet.

After a brief exchange of words the american in shades had demanded... no.. ordered the newest arrival to read his file. The second american had stated (rather calmly in John's opinion) that he was simply a tool to be used and nothing more. Although he wasn't 'like a sniper' in any way. This guy was a grunt. No finesse in his kills. Point and shoot, as he'd said. Then the first guy had started to yammer on about 'worst nighmares' and 'nukes' and 'royal clusterfucks' before storming out.

John lit his second cigarette and shook his head, once again thinking that time-old saying: "Bloody yanks."

[AlWayZFrE3]

Tyler couldn't help himself, he laughed quietly when the dude with the shades left. Of course Tyler didn't care. As long as he got to fight, who gave a cluster fuck bomb about anything? Well, probably the guys he was killing, and most likely the guys he was stealing kills from...eh, they didn't matter. Tyler got to fight, nuff said. And to him at least it didn't particularly matter who liked him and who didn't.

Tyler changed the song to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Grr_A20ei64 loud enough for everyone in the room to hear past his medium sized headphones. After a second or two, the pure ecstasy that came with the music couldn't be contained, and he had to move. So he got up, went to a corner, and just started bouncing on the balls of his feet. 'Man,' he thought, 'What the hell is taking so long?! Get here so we can arm up and go!'

[overkill]

Sid walked down the halls of the Corps. base in his utility uniform, he was expecting the meeting to be short and concise, ending in him having to get his fire team ready. As he got close to the meeting room he noticed a man leaving, almost prompting Sid to think it was over and he was really late. However, when he entered the room with only an S.A.S. officer, who Sid learned to identify though experience and personal interest in spec. ops., and a lance corporal bouncing in the corner as though he were at a metal concert, this suspicion was dispelled. Sid quickly took his seat, just then noticing the S.A.S.'s smoke; Sid had learned to ignore it, being that someone or another in the corp. was always smoking, but Sid himself stayed away from it because he liked to be on the top of his game and didn't like the numerous accusations of long term effects. Looking down Sid noticed a file which he opened and began to read, slowly he became more and more shocked, but showed no reaction as he wasn't sure how to react. Sid finished reading the file, set it down, and leaned back in the chair waiting for the C.O. to come in and start the meeting.

[Caille]

Antoinette was running to get to the meeting.She entered the buliding.She then went to the conference room and saw some people there already.She looked at them all and then took a seat waiting for the meeting to start.Was she late ? or was she just there?...she knew she was not early cause if she was no one would of been there.She looked at everyone.Some looked nevous and some were just plain normal.

[Zetsumi-san]

Corry happened to have just walked around the base a little bit. He could tell he was gone for awhile cause two new people had joined the "party". He looked at the clown in the corner. "Unprofessional." He thought. He took his seat next to the new guy in the maintenance uniform. He grabbed his glasses and put them in his bombardier jacket's front pocket. He looked like a guy from one of the movies.
(I'm starting the meeting. Hope i can think of something good.)

CO Johnathan Richeard walked in quietly through the back door. He was very nervous he always was when it came down to a time of war. He sighed quietly to himself. He laid his folder on the pedestal in front of him and opened it to his notes. He cleared his throat. Just as he did the lights slowly dimmed and the soft hum of the projector kicked in. "Hmzzzzzzz." The light from the projector, which was rather older, slowly came on. It brightened the room just enough.

Corry Straightened out and looked at every one. He then turned his attention to the CO. He was on full alert now.

[AlWayZFrE3]

Tyler noticed the CO come in, and pulled one headphone down, then pushed it up so it rested on the top of his ear. Still, he made no movement to show respect other than straighten perfectly for a moment and snap a precise, crisp, profesional salute. After that, he leaned against the wall, listening through one ear, other occupied by the throbbing beats.

Tyler knew respect had to be answered, and he knew that some people deserved it more than others, disregarding rank many times to analyze this. This man was leading them into combat, glorious combat. The least Tyler could do was show a little respect for the man giving him his greatest wish.

((Yo, forgot to mention, or maybe I did, I dunno. Anyway, Tyler's nickname, or what he's known by, is Gen of Genocide Team. It's a long running name that I use in everything military, so I'm a bit paranoid. Just saying in case you wanted more background))

[JazWhitey]

John was on his fifth cigarette by the time the C.O. had entered the room. He stood to attention and saluted before settling back into his chair, just as the lights went down. This C.O. looked nervous. The SAS Captain wasn't impressed. This man was suppossed to be leading them through a potentially dangerous operation (John still didn't know why he was there), but he looked like the sort of man who'd piss himself and dive into the nearest foxhole at the first sign of trouble. As he waited for the briefing to begin he scanned the room once more. The yank who'd stormed out of the room had slid back into his chair next to another man in a utility uniform. There was also a woman. She had looked rather flustered as she entered. The yank who had been bouncing like a pogo-stick several seconds before was now in a chair, head still bopping (albeit less so than before). John shook his head again and turned back to face the C.O. as the projector came on.

[Zetsumi-san]

Corry wasn't impressed with the S.A.S officer. He took all of his attention away from every one and put it on the CO.

Johnathan didn't really looked nervous but he could tell it showed sense the S.A.S guy looked at him funny. The projector was fully on humming quietly. Johnathan was calmer now. The first picture clicked on. "Okay gentlemen we have a full on war on our hands. Cyber and physical. So first things first, the information stolen was top secret. Higher than we should have clearance for. But seeing as how this joint ops thing is pretty top priority and you all now have clearance above the CIA you need to put your game faces on." His voice was rather deep but not unnaturally so. When he turned to the projector there was a scar on his left cheek showing he had been in combat before. Though not for long he was very highly qualified. But he was better at this. He was a good motivator. So the army moved him from the front lines to the "Pre-lines". He told people what they were going to do and well enough most people executed the plans perfectly. He looked at the map quickly and turned back around. "Now if you had read the pre-meeting file you would have know the Red Army is advancing to the west. Now right now nukes are not a problem at all. We all know their affects and how they would screw us and them over. If you look at the silos." A satellite picture clicked onto the screen behind Johnathan. It showed the silos and how they were not active at all and some of their spies had proven that the government wouldn't use nukes. He continued, "So John over here will take you guys onto the carrier. There you will wait for probably only a few days till shit hits the fan then you will go in ahead of the grunt squads taking out all of the Chinese boats, tanks, men and air crafts. Then of which you will rendezvous with the grunts on the beach and storm the place." Johnathan was of course elaborating and the picture showed them where they would land and the single building they needed to take out so the grunts could take refuge and set up command. The projector clicked off and Johnathan gathered his file and walked out the back door.

Corry knew this was going to be easy. Be breached plenty of building with one squad. It was his specialty. He stood up as the lights came on.

[Zetsumi-san]

im pulling the plug on this thread if you wish to keep it going go ahead! cause according to jazzy i suck at "DMing"