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Angel

"Can you walk? Good. Now stop whining and get your ass back in gear. If you're lucky I can check on you back at HQ."

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a character in “Building The Wall”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Codename: Angel
Age: Thirty
Role: Medic

Appearance
Rough around the edges and with a decent cardio, like any good soldier would be. Angel stands a mighty fair five foot and eight inches tall, along with a slight athletic build. The medic sports an oily, and curly brown hairdo that drapes all the way down to her shoulders and is often kept in a single, unimaginative pony-tail during medical operations and missions. Her eyes are a deep green, a colour that almost stands out with the woman's light-toned skin that is awfully untainted for someone who has seen combat day in day out, safe for the few unmentionable scars here and there. Angel wears the standard ASIT suit, while off-duty she fancies wearing baggy jeans, loose tanktops and sneakers.

Personality
The medical brains of the team, Angel is a one in a million person that you won't soon forget. Given the fact that, with a job as bloody dangerous as this one, you'll see her more often than your boss. Tough, independent and an overflowing lake of self-respect to boot, Angel is certainly a whole lot different from the usual medics that will fuzz over their patients if they so much as step on a friggin' thumbtack. ASIT members who had the unfortunate luck to be treated by her called Angel a misnomer codename, often referring to the veteran medic as "Doctor Pain", or just "Pain". She's snarky, cynical and not the least bit interested in the fact that your pain feels like you've just been steamrolled for twenty-four hours. Toughen up or don't. Either way Angel isn't going to let you sit down on the job when you still got at least one functional limb and brain cell to work with.

Equipment
Standard ASIT assault rifle and handgun. Angel always carries first-aid medical supplies and a small supply of adrenaline shots to keep the team, and herself, going in heated operations. As for non-combative supplies, the medic always carries around a pack of cigarettes.

Theme Song
Cigar Bar - Frank Klepacki

So begins...

Angel's Story

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“Come again?” An old man, about in his fifties, sporting a scruffy beard and short, unkempt white hair, furrowed his brow at the retort of his company for the evening.

“I said, I don't drink.” Angel repeated, tossing her second round of darts into the dusty board that hung on the wall a mere couple of feet away from the bar.

“Eh? Den waddya doing 'ere in dis pub?” The old man retorted with a heavy slur in his words, it was rather clear that he had a few drinks too many. He shifted, slightly, his lumpy stature barely being held by the stool he sat on as he eyed the woman more closely. “Chasin' da boys are ya? Dey ain't worth a dime, lass. All rubbish, I sez.” He let out a small chuckle as his back leaned onto the bar counter rather recklessly.

“Rubbish?” The woman turned her head so the corners of her eye caught a glimpse of the man. “Not that different from you, then?” She responded with a cynical tone in her voice. A grunt hinted at her agitation for this man, not that a common drunk would catch onto the fact that they weren't wanted.

“Ba-hahaha!” The man burst out in laughter, enjoying another wealthy sip of his alcoholic beverage. “Aye. Like me.” He muttered with his head facing into the glass he held in his wrinkled hands, smiling coyly at his blurry reflection. “Oi,” The man perked up once more. “Ye still didn't answer me question. Why ya 'ere if not fer drinkin'?”

“Self-mutilation.” Angel replied as blunt as a hammer.

“Say what?!” The man jumped from his seat, nearly choking on his drink in the process.

“Killing time.”

Angel rarely was one for conversations, though she had to give this man credit for not feeling her up when he had the chance, and instead took the time to try and pull off somewhat of a talk. Even if that talk was one-sided.

“Before you ask; Work.”

“Work?” The man expressed curiosity.

“Yep.”

“Care to tell me 'bout it?”

Throwing the final dart into the board, Angel slowly waltzed towards the man. “It's stressful work. Let's keep it at that.”

“Ah.” The man uttered, quietly, preparing to prod some more until a soft buzzing had put an end to their conversation.

“Speaking of...” The woman trailed off, her eyes darting towards one of her pockets. “Enjoy your drink old man, I'm off.”

“To work.” He replied, to which Angel only nodded silently as she made brisk movements towards the exit of the pub.

Flipping a single cigarette from the pack inside her coat on her lips and lighting it, Angel took a quick glance at the little grey device ASIT had proudly called; N. The machine began to speak, in a monotone voice, “You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.” Angel nodded and slipped the miniature comm-device into her pocket before moving to said location.

It didn't take her long to arrive at the given address, though she couldn't say that she had stalled her arrival by taking a longer route. Seems the authority had already made it to the scene, whatever that may be. Police had blocked off any possible routes, and what building she was supposed to enter had been conveniently highlighted by the men standing guard at the door to a warehouse. Still, if the team was called upon, it couldn't be a trivial case. Pausing, Angel dropped her cigarette and crushed it with the sole of her shoe before crossing the police line and going through the necessary identification routine before opening the door and entering the crime scene.

“Chief.” She approached her boss, giving the man a two-fingered salute. “Angel, reporting for duty.”

Specter. District eighty-three's leader. Angel didn't think much of him, besides that he's the boss and she automatically respects him. Though the fact that this was only their second case didn't give much to be opinionated on further. Guess that counted for every member of this team, so far. They all still had some relative freedom to prove their usefulness as an asset to the team, not that they were forced to do so in front of her.

Turning towards their, supposed, new case, Angel briefly examined the body before asking; “Care to fill me in?”

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Darkness. Out of all the scarce resources Weiss had to offer, this was the only one that would probably never end. Even with all the Intellicams and other city-bound security systems that kept a wide-open eye, sweeping over it's domain, Weiss was The City that Never Woke up. Wind blew litter in vortexes past frantic legs.

Majestic widened his eyes to slits, the light level increasing by a minimal amount to his eyes, but by 3.78 Lux by the data displayed on his Retinal HUD. He surveyed his environment with his eyes, not moving his head, even though he didn't need to. He'd already identified the Intellicams perched cleverly on the third and fifth floors of adjacent buildings. He'd stepped away from the man in the crowd trying to pickpocket him a moment ago, although all he would've found was a strike to a nerve cluster. He felt that woman drop her purse, an ancient-looking thing, before it even hit the ground.

In fact, he had caught it.

The woman blinked at it, obviously perplexed that Majestic was holding out her purse to her, before she was even aware it had left her side. Adding onto that, he was wearing minimal combat armor under his civilian clothes. While the rest wasn’t visible, a black mask covered the lower half of his face.

"You dropped this." Majestic stated, staring intently at her. He held it out, waiting. People flowed around them like they were particularly annoying rocks in a river, however many of those were left in the world.

"Oh-h. Thank you. I wasn-" She stopped halfway from retrieving it when she met his eyes. She didn’t notice he was augmented until now. There was a pause. Majestic finally pushed the handles into her hand and started walking away. He could almost see her start to say something, but it was lost in the crowd, leaving the woman to wonder why someone perfectly capable of taking it gave her her purse without touching any of it's contents.

He fully opened his eyes, his green eyes greedily eating up information. Each photon a story. Each air particle a whisper. He reveled in the feeling for awhile longer, then let out a breath. He reduced power to the augment. His senses returned to slightly above normal. His radius of absolute certainty shrank, leaving only his instincts, educated guesses and implications.

A small line of text appeared in the box on the upper right-hand corner of his HUD. LiqiMercury Augment dropped to 5% usage.

I should really stop that. Majestic thought, berating himself. Indulging wasn’t really his thing. He stepped off the busy sidewalk into an alleyway, taking a less crowded route than the one he was previously on. He wasn’t necessarily trying to get to his apartment in a efficient manner, he just needed to get away from the crowd. Sure, he was augmented, but if any of the gunfights that occurred around Weiss happened to be where he was, he didn’t want to risk opening fire in a crowd. Not that he wasn’t confident in his ability, but he was less confident that the civilians would be able to identify who was the person trying to kill them.

Or maybe he was being paranoid. That incident had only happened once before.

He felt a slight vibration in his pocket. N. Instead of hearing a voice as usual most officers would, text appeared once more on his Retinal HUD. 1348 Normandy… Still walking, he pulled up information on the area.

Seems like a reputable enough place. Majestic thought, switching tabs and scrolling through. Even without the recent shooting. An ASIT report was already posted on the incident, scarce, but it had only happened a few minutes ago and was being updated. Arriving at an intersection, he turned left, deviating from his current course to his apartment to the address. With little people on the street he was on, he set off in a slight jog.

11 minutes and 34 seconds later, he arrived at the scene. He took the guards standing at one set of doors as a cue. Sliding his way past the police line, he made his way in. As he neared, one of the guards nodded at him.

“Chief’s already in.”

Returning the gesture, he stepped inside. Two of the members had arrived already, Specter and Angel, both of which he had limited contact with. He had exchanged a few words with Specter and had saw Angel before, but never actually talked to her. Majestic had seen Bravo a few days prior. Anyone else in the newly formed 8-man squad he knew nearly nothing about, save the files ASIT had on them.

“Commander.” Majestic said, giving him a quick salute. Specter and Angel seemed to have already been there a few minutes, and have spoken in that time. He stood a few feet away from the two, observing at the body. Recent death. No more than 40 minutes ago. He analyzed. Data from his HUD confirmed his suspiscions. Clinical death standing at about 28 minutes ago. Some augments removed, bullet entries, but no exits. People still install Daytons? He thought further, frowning internally at the low-end augments.

“Do we have a situational report available? Blood splatter analysis?” Majestic questioned politely.

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The sounds of the city were barely noticeable up here on the fourth floor, just the faint howl of the wind seemed to reach her. And up here unlike the streets below the air could almost be called fresh; though in all honesty it was probably far from it but at the same time it wasn’t exactly cloying and suffocating either. It was one of the few reasons she enjoyed it beyond many of the darker places in the district, but the relative solitude was another since few people spent their time at the ASIT precinct house if they could help it. Even fewer came here to sleep and it came the building an impression of emptiness that attracted her.

She leaned back in her chair, stretching her muscles slightly, working out a couple of kinks that were flaring up a little before returning to what was on the workbench in front of her. Several dozen components were littered across the smooth surface, ranging from fluid injectors to electric generators and fuse triggers. A great many of her grenades and incendiary weapons were usually custom made or altered. Her quarters contained about a half dozen machines that allowed her to retool existing devices to serve her needs, and for the most part it was simply glossed over. After all, as far as she was concerned every problem was usually solvable by the application of a high explosive and so long as that didn’t result in the building she was currently in being reduced to rubble she was relatively clear. Or at least that was the unspoken arrangement.

Just as she picked up her tools again one of the devices on the table began to emit a faint beeping in an attempt to get her attention. Grumbling to herself at being interrupted she reached over and picked up the N transmitter and smiled slightly as the automated voice came through and was slightly distorted into a more pleasant feminine tone as it requested access to transmit a message. She smiled for a moment before responding, as she was somewhat pleased to see that her modifications of the N appeared to be holding for the moment.

”ASIT. Operative Gamma. District 83.”

As the device confirmed her identity the distortion suddenly buzzed a little louder before reverting the device back to its original sound files as it relayed the message stored inside.

“You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.”

”Typical, it always defaults after the first sign of interaction.”

She shook her head and picked up her coat, pulling it on over her armour. As she did so she quickly double checked that her sidearm and other tools were sheathed and ready should they be needed. She then reached over and picked up her sword from the table having sharpened its blade earlier and sheathed it into the scabbard that rested roughly down the curve of her spine. She didn’t need to check her equipment too thoroughly as she tended to keep it all locked and loaded in case she was called on duty. After all beyond the toil of ASIT duties it wasn’t like she had much of a life. None of them did, not really.

Jogging down the stairs she made her way into the lower ground level of the precinct and climbed onto her bike, booting up its systems and kicking some life into it. As the engine flared to life she pulled it sideways and turned towards the exit ramp, punching in her codes to open the doorway out into the night-time air. A few minutes later she pulled up outside of the building, kicking out the support leg of her bike before hopping off and making her way towards the main entrance, nodding towards the officers stationed outside to monitor the perimeter. A few moments later she entered the room where three members of the team were already waiting.

”Evening Sir.”

She nodded towards Specter and Angel who appeared to be otherwise preoccupied with a discussion whereas the other member of the team looked to have moved over to investigate the scene directly. Clicking her tongue slightly she chewed on bit of gum as per usual before having a look over the body of the victim and turning to speak with Majestic.

”Well this looks messy don’t it? Any leads or are we firing blind as per usual?”

She smiled a little and knelt down by the body, her eyes tracing over the severed ends of the limbs while her hand toyed with her combat knife.

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Specter gave a nod to each member of the team as they came in. After going over the likely cause of death with Angel, he turned to the others and said, "Alright, it looks like Bravo, Goblin, Prowl, and Sigma are still uncounted fo-" Before he could finish he felt a vibration in his ear. "Scratch that, Goblin is here." Specter turned on the comm function in his earpiece, allowing Goblin to hear everything being said in the room. Shortly thereafter, a beat cop walked up to Specter and handed him a digital pad. The officer gave a polite nod to those there before returning to his post by the door. "Well, looks like we'll be carrying on without them. Sending the info to your N devices now in case you want to follow along." Specter began pacing back and forth in front of the body as he scrolled through the information on the police pad. It was a habit of his when he was trying to focus. If one were to pay attention, he only took three steps before turning back in the other direction, a sign of someone who was used to small spaces. Not a particularly noteworthy detail, but one that would give an insight into his personal life, something he wasn't very keen on sharing. "Victim's name is... how the hell do I say this? Acacia? Akacia? Fuck it, its spelled Acacia so that's how I'll say it. Acacia Harp Groves, aged 26." Specter's eyes widened as he looked down the at the pad. "She is the estranged daughter of Julius Harp, Chairman of Harp Enterprises. Shit."

Harp Enterprises, hard to go anywhere in Weiss without seeing something with their name on it. As well as being a major producer of electronics, they are one of the cities biggest producers of augments, high-end and low. Their warehouses have been hit like clockwork over the last three months, mostly by the YT's. Due to this, Harp has been putting heavy pressure on the police. Now, with his daughter dead, who knows what move he would pull next? "She was reported missing by the Harp family four years ago. When she was discovered to have ran away with her boyfriend, one Alex Groves, her family disowned her. Actually, I remember this. It was all over the news for a while, 'District 1 Princess goes missing.' In the end, she turned up and made her father look like a fool. That's all we really have on her. after the fiasco a few years ago, she became just another nameless face out here." Specter, raised an eyebrow as he continued down the pad. "Well, here's something interesting. both her arms were Grade D augments, but her leg was a Grade S. It was likely from before she ran away. Ah, here we go. A car accident six years ago, her family's driver died but she managed to survive." Grade S augments were the best money could buy, in a sense. They were the most "human" looking augment on the market. In fact, they were so good it was impossible to tell them apart from an actual limb. "Why take the arms, then? The leg could let someone live comfortably for over a year. The arms would get you a nice hotel room for a week, maybe. Why risk getting caught trying to take her low-end augments? Doesn't make sense. Unless of course, it was supposed to look like she was targeted for her augments." Specter took a heavy sigh and dropped the pad to the floor. "Ah, why can't it ever be easy."

Specter looked at the others. "If she was targeted for her augments, the list of people who would even know about her leg is short. You don't go around babbling about an augment like that, especially not out here. We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation." Specter didn't have to tell them where to go. All ASIT members knew where the YT's congregated within their District. While ASIT did not know the meaning behind the name of the group, nor that of their leader, they knew almost everything else.

Within District 83, the YT's met on Orson, a side street off the main paths that allowed them to get in and out mostly unnoticed. Despite this, they put graffiti all over the three story building, making the secrecy a little pointless. The YT's were a augment-only gang, being a heavy trafficker and modifier of illegal augments. Specter just hoped he wouldn't have more paperwork to do should talks between the team and the gang break down. "Angel, get in touch with Prowl and have him meet you at the husband's place. Their last known address is 56 Hines Street. He's probably the only one save for the family who knew about her S augment. Be careful, we don't have anything on him so we don't know what he is capable of. He managed to smuggle the heiress of one of the most powerful families in the city out of District 1. Proceed with caution. Majestic? You and I will pay a visit to the family." Specter looked down at his right wrist, a small opening appearing. "It is a little past nine. We'll reconvene at the station in twelve hours. However, if anyone finds evidence that this case is linked to someone experiencing CR, contact me immediately. Any questions before we move out?" Specter felt weird giving out orders. He felt even weirder about splitting up the team, but they needed to cover all leads as quickly as possible. In a few hours, the death of Acacia Groves is going to hit the news wire. Despite being disowned, it didn't change the fact that she was the daughter of a man who has made a fortune off augments. Now, with the only lead being that she was killed for her augments, the bitter taste of irony will likely send the media into a frenzy. Specter and the others might not care about Harp or his power, but their superiors did. Specter removed N from his pocket and sent a quick message to Sigma, letting him know that the crime scene wasn't very informing and to meet him outside once he arrived.

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Majestic inclined his head when Specter said he'd give the rundown when most of the squad had arrived. He studied the body further. I’ve seen her somewhere before, possibly on WNN broadcasts. He realized with slight surprise that he didn’t recall anything else about this woman. He noted to himself he had to do better.

He heard someone, another member of the squad, about ten feet away from the door. He could tell by the muffled (not to him) voices of the guards greeting her. Gamma. She reciprocated the the greeting to Specter. Not turning back, Majestic felt Gamma coming up behind him. He tensed slightly, a knee-jerk reaction by now, but allowed himself to relax. He turned his head slightly toward her. Clicking her tongue, she spoke to him.

”Well this looks messy don’t it? Any leads or are we firing blind as per usual?”

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.” Majestic replied, as she knelt down to observe the body. Turning his head halfway toward her, he blinked as her file appeared on his Retinal HUD. He didn’t need it, as he had already read through it, but that was the default for the program.

What surprised him most about her was her height. He knew the file said she was 4’ 9” but to encounter her in person was slightly shocking. Majestic knew that he was slightly above average height (as the average male in Weiss was 5’ 10”) but he towered over her, nearly and foot and a half taller than her.

He didn’t doubt her because of that, though. Makes her harder to hit when exchanging fire with enemies. He observed the combat knife she was toying with, not unlike his own. And most problems with strength and the ability to take hits were more than compensated with augments. Something caught his eye. A sword. It was on the equipment list, but he didn’t really think she would carry something like that around.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He asked, gesturing toward her sword. “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.” No practical use unless she was trying to be more intimidating. He digressed mentally. Then again, that would be Goblin’s job.

He waited, and listened to her response, then met Specter eyes as he gave information on the situation. When he mentioned who the girl was, he nodded. Ah yes, her. I remember now. Mr. Harp is most likely going to have a major emotional response to this. And with that comes less than optimal judgement. Majestic had also had the unfortunate opportunity to be the subject of a news report, albeit more his actions and less of showing his face and name. He was thankful, as that would’ve made him still infamous to this day. And outside the wall, rotting in one of the prisons.

As he listened, his face grew dark as Specter mentioned the S augment. That would also probably be the reason why there is a 30 minute gap in intellicam feeds. He thought, pulling up the footage. He furrowed his brow, making him look slightly more brooding than that of usual. He broke out of his thoughts and listened to Specter further. Their three leads were the husband, the family and the YT’s. YT. The name confounded him. If there were any latin phrases or acronyms that coincided with the name, he didn’t know any. It frustrated him slightly.

He raised one of his eyebrows as he listened to Specter assign the squad members to their respective leads. Interesting. I would’ve sent Prowl with Goblin, as they are likely to face the highest probability of a gunfight. Then again, Angel probably needs Prowl for his expertise, as the husband is probably very slippery. But why not send one of General Purpose members with Prowl, and Angel with Goblin? If something turns hostile, he would need… He stopped himself. Doubting already, are you? He berated himself mentally. He’d already annoyed the hell out of his last commander with his inquiries. He needn’t start it again.

Specter finished the Sitrep, asking if there were any questions.

“Just one, Commander. Did you bring any means of transport? I came here by foot. My bike is back at HQ. I have been modifying it, something is amiss with the Plasma intake.”

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As she’d knelt to look over the body of the victim her squadmate had replied to her about the situation they’d found themselves summoned to with his usual bluntness coming to the fore.

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.”

She could see him watching her as she inspected the scene, and could almost taste his disapproval as if she might disturb something important while his appraisal of her continued. It almost brought a smile to her lips as she waited to find out what their next course of action was. Her momentary reverie was broken when Majestic spoke again.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He questioned her, his hand gesturing toward the sword strapped to her back “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.”

She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly as her face widened into a crooked grin.

”Perhaps but a knife can’t cut through heavy armour as easily or as effectively, regardless of the space involved in the combat. Also it gives you the additional range that you lack with the knife, not to mention it feels somehow more… I can’t explain it, honourable perhaps? Not to mention the metal is of a higher quality and specification than the standard issue or the knife.”

Sheathing her knife she stood up, turning towards their commander as he began to speak, the little information they had already about the victim did not bode well and she could well understand Specter’s sigh and grumble at the media shitstorm they’d soon be caught up in if they didn’t find something soon.

“We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation."

”Yes sir, I assume Goblin is airborne and awaiting the moment to make his entrance as per usual? And yes, I know you can hear me Goblin, so let’s make a move.”

She nodded towards Specter and turned to leave, half flashing her crooked smile at Majestic again before walking past the rest of the team and out into the cool night air. Picking N out of her suit she flicked it on and opened a channel to Bravo

”Bravo, I don’t know what the hell you’re upto right now but I want you to meet me and Goblin over on Orson. We got the fun job of having a nice friendly chat with our local group of YT. Lucky us. Over and out.”

With that she pocketed the device and climbed back onto her bike, gunning the engine and rolling off into the night towards the aforementioned street.

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Mari walks to Specter. /me Hello. My name is Mari.

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Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami Mari Ayanami says,
 “ Hello. ”