Introduction
Introduction
Fugitive terrorist Tahira Ali voluntarily enters the United States, offering information on individuals closely tied to the heart of Hataf, a terrorist organization responsible for scores of attacks against anyone deemed its enemy (including Americans, Israelis, the British, and even Asian Indians) since 1965 through the present day. Since 1968, Ali has been on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted List for her role in Hataf related attacks and foiled plots, as well as seemingly unrelated murders.
Meanwhile, the American Central Intelligence Agency will scramble to unravel this mystery. Why is Ali offering this information? Is any of it valid? And most importantly, they have received intelligence from other sources that Hataf is planning its grandest attack yet, with a nuclear warhead obtained from the former Soviet Union. It is unclear where it came from, but if the information is true, and the CIA believes it is, it is even more imperative to deal a crushing blow to Hataf to end its reign of terror over its enemies.
At the same time, the American FBI will demand jurisdiction in the criminal case pending against Ali, who has not been granted any form of immunity. They see this as an opportunity to make an example of her, to propagate the message that they always get their man, and that no one can escape justice, especially not one of their ten most wanted.
As the date of Hataf's attack draws near - sometime mid-June - tensions will increase, and those involved in this situation will be forced to examine their own motives, to face their pasts, and to unravel the greatest mystery of all - the mystery of self. Those in Hataf who fear they will be named, found, and either arrested or killed will be driven deeper into hiding, or drawn from it, to do what Ali is doing. Those in the CIA and the FBI are not merely engaged in another turf war; they must find a median in order to prevent a devastating tragedy. And then there is Tahira Ali. What to do with her? That question, though not the first one, is ever-present, as law enforcement and intelligence work together to thwart Hataf's plot.
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Ylanne wrote:Posts for this roleplay are being made in an "In Character" thread on the traditional forums; my review is likely rather biased, and it is also based off of the existing posts in that thread, of which at the moment, are three, as well as the writing abilities of the players, and what they have already expressed concerning their characters via private communication.
Ylanne wrote:A character-driven story without one meta-plot, which is typical of roleplay, allowing the writers to devise their own conflicts, backstory connections, and plotlines, which they have done with great elegance, developing their characters into round, dynamic persons whose further development has been a pleasure to watch. Looking forward to the continuation of this roleplay.
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βYou have brought me another guest Agent 007!β Rumbled the big man as he stopped in front of Natalie. βThough I suspect this is Agent Schultz, not another terrorist.β
βThatβs correct M.β Replied Rapp. βHere to stay for a week at least. Her gear will be in on the next helicopter. Have you a nice room for her?β
βThe very best.β White teeth showed starkly against the handsome black face. βThis way Agent Schultz.β He gestured towards the elevator.
βFirst door on the right.β Said βMβ as he and Azzan remained on the lift. Rapp nodded to Schultz and started down the hall, opening the door and waiting for her to enter.
The accommodations were better then many four star hotels. The front entry held a small cloakroom and the entry to a large bathroom. Next was a living room complete with desk, computer, couches and a big screen TV. A kitchen could be found through a door to the left and on the right wall was a door that led into a large bedroom with a queen sized bed and an on suite bathroom. All the rooms were generously furnished and glowed with soft lights that made them look cozy indeed. Rapp allowed Natalie to enter first and waited at the door.
Several moments after Rapp spoke, Natalie nodded, sitting down on one of the couches, the pen still in her hand. The couch's fabric, she found, was soft, the texture of interest. She rubbed her free hand against it.
"May I contact my team and my superiors, to inform them I will be unavaible for an unspecified length of time?" she finally asked, struggling to make the question rise and fall in the typical manner. "And may I have my weapon returned? My duties necessitate it. Also, exactly how long do you expect I will remain? Where exactly is Ali? And why am I here?" The questions came rapidfire, with hardly any pause between them, the change in inflection almost negligible.
βFirstly, your superiors and team have been informed you will be unavailable for a length of time. Your weapon, of course,β He tossed her the key to the case and pointed to the case where he had left it by the door. βYou are to remain here for a six days after which you will be allowed a day to return home, and then you will be brought back. This is to facilitate getting as much information from the prisoner as quickly as possibly.β
He paused for a moment, looking in her eyes. There was an intensity in his own gaze that easily matched hers. βYou are here to pick that piece of terrorist scumβs brain clean so I can hunt down and personally kill every last single terrorist loving piece of shit she knows. If you donβt succeed by being the genius we all know you are, then I will do it my way, and she wont survive that for more then a few days.β The words were no boast they were said so simply that it laid bare the utter hatred her felt for Ali.
Tilting her head to the side, Natalie stared at Rapp's face, miming eye contact to the best of her ability without actually making it. It was a trick she'd learned years back, to look at someone's nose in lieu of meeting their eyes. Her own vivid green eyes were alight with the unabated energy that seemed to leak from her rigid posture and articulate speech.
"Are you informing me that after six days, I will only be home for one day, and then will return to this facility here?" Natalie asked, leaning slightly forward as she spoke, forgetting to add the proper inflection on the question this time.
The setting changes from Interrogation Room to New York City, New York
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Rabiya DΓΆlet, Councillor, Hataf Senior Council
Lisa Karim (aka Hannah Pellegrini), Information Technology Specialist, Hataf Division of Science and Technology
New York, New York, United States
βHere, upload this file.β The crisp voice belonged to a middle-aged woman with olive-toned skin who looked to be somewhere in her forties. Her loose, black curls framed dark eyes and fell over her shoulders, stopping just below her waist. She handed a silver USB drive to a younger woman, a gold wedding band glinting on her finger. Margaret Fabrizio arched her thin, etched brows at the younger woman. She had met Hannah Pellegrini, aka Lisa Karim, only once before. At that time, Hannah/Lisa had been nine years old, enrolled in Hamilton Elementary School. A month later, Hannah/Lisa was two states over, enrolled in Oakland Elementary School under a different name.
βGo on, take it. What are you waiting for?β Fabrizio tapped her fingers against the desk where Lisa was sitting, leaning forward toward her laptop. Dressed in dark brown pants and a purple sweater with a cowl neck, Fabrizio looked a bit like a working mother. Lisa was dressed in jeans and an embroidered red kurta. The scene might have passed for domestic or friendly.
βWhat is it?β asked Lisa, taking the thumb drive between two fingers with a tinge of wariness, staring at it as if looking through a microscope. In the soft, Tungsten lighting, she might have been Fabrizioβs younger sister. The two women shared the same dark, curled hair and angled features. Fabrizioβs eyes were colder, though.
Without waiting for Fabrizio to answer, Lisa opened the only file on the USB and clicked βplay.β A video appeared with three of the Senior Council members sitting next to each other, staring impassively into the camera. On screen, Fabrizio sat between Yamin Noor Attayyib, a shorter, brutish man with a militaristic appearance, and Javid Alfarsi, a tall, thin Iranian with the look of an erudite scholar. βGlory be to God,β said Javid, raising his hands in a gesture of worship. βToday, the agent of Satan has been vanquished by the children of God. Robert Edwards, of the American Federal Bureau of Investigation, whose arrogance has repeatedly led the Americans back toward the path of destruction, will lead sheep no more. The enemies of God will always fall. The children of God, marching on the righteous path, will not be led astray.β
βLet it be known that we have the power to act at any time against those who refuse to heed the call to salvation, to the one true path,β Javid continued, staring directly into the cameraβs lens. βMr. Edwards was standing beside the American President, Charles Maynard, when we killed him. Not one of the unbelievers is safe from the wrath and judgment of God. Be forewarned, for when the Kingdom of God comes to earth, all who refuse to believe in Him shall perish and be denied eternal life.β
The message continued for a good eight minutes. Lisa watched with all the interest of ninth grade students watching a biology documentary. She rocked in her seat while watching, moving steadily back and forth like a pendulum, her fingers flicking against her legs as she rocked. When the video ended, she continued like that for several long moments before muttering something unintelligible.
βWe donβt have much time, Lisa. Put the video out through the usual channels. Make sure it gets sent to all the major news broadcasters.β Fabrizio stood abruptly from her seat beside the desk, leaning over Lisaβs shoulder. The younger woman started, her shoulders tensing and eyes narrowing.
βIβll take care of it; just give me a few minutes. And space.β Lisaβs gaze flickered toward the taller woman and then back to the glowing computer screen, where the video remained in still at the first frame. Fabrizio paused a moment, and then nodded, stepping away.
Behind her, Lisaβs fingers flew across the keyboard, uploading the video through a series of hijacked proxies routed and rerouted hundreds of times to create untraceable emails and posts. From the seemingly innocuous imissmykittensam@hlk78.net, Hatafβs most recent statement was broacast to the world. It would only be a matter of minutes or hours before the major news stations would take the video and run with it.
βYouβre going to have to relocate, Lisa,β said Fabrizio from the kitchen, putting a pot onto the gas stove. She closed the cabinet, and reached in her pants pocket for a hairband, tying her massive clump of hair in a ponytail that fell down her back. βTheyβll be increasing surveillance in the area. If you want to stay nearby, best get your ass to Virginia. Central Virginia. Southern Virginia. But get the hell out of the D.C. Metro area.β
βI have to move again?β Lisa stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, fingers flicking against her thigh as she squinted at the older woman. βIβve been here for two years now. I like it here. I like this neighboorhood.β
βYou should have moved a year ago, Lisa.β Fabrizio moved the pot to the sink and turned the tap, letting the water gush into the pot to fill it with the running water. βTwo years is too long to stay in one place. You know that.β When the pot was two-thirds full, Fabrizio turned the tap, and the stream of water disappeared, only a few droplets falling from the faucet to the polished silver basin. Fabrizio carried the pot back to the stove. With a turn of a black dial and a small whooshing sound, a ring of gas flames appeared beneath the pot.
βWell, I -- I donβt want to move.β Lisa stared at the tiny tongues of flame lapping at the bottom of the pot.
Fabrizio opened another cabinet, setting a large porcelain bowl on the gray granite countertop, and then reached for two boxes of angel hair pasta. βItβs standard procedure for security, Lisa. Actually, with recent events, itβs best if we get you far away from this area.β She opened first one box and then the other, pouring the dry pasta noodles into the bowl. βWest Coast, Midwest, Southwest, maybe even somewhere besides America. We canβt risk losing you.β
Lisa was silent for several moments while Fabrizio began to break the pasta in half in little clumps at a time, moving at a steady pace. βNo one knows who I am, Maggie. Iβm very cautious.β The younger woman spoke in a flat tone, grimacing as she spoke.
βWould you get the sauce out of the fridge?β Fabrizio pointed in the general direction of the stainless steel appliance to the side of the kitchen. As Lisa moved to the refrigerator and opened the door, Fabrizio continued breaking the pasta noodles, each clump making a series of loud snaps as they broke cleanly in half. βIt doesnβt matter how cautious you think you are, Lisa. You came damn close to being found out four years ago in Seattle. Remember that?β
Lisa lifted a large container of tomato sauce and placed it on the kitchen table behind Fabrizio. βI -- I canβt help it,β she said, her speech coming a bit unevenly, with odd breaks and pauses, βif someone s-starts questioning my name. I didnβt like βSarah Mouradβ all that much anyway. It -- it sounded too Lebanese, I think. Too Lebanese.β She stood behind Fabrizio, rocking on her heels again.
βItβs a done deal, Lisa,β said Fabrizio, shaking her head. βYouβre moving.β She leaned over the stove to inspect the water in the pot, but there was only a plethora of small bubbles. It wasnβt boiling quite yet. βIn the next two weeks, you need to be out of D.C. Preferably out of the Mid-Atlantic.β
Lisa stared at the pale blue tiles on the floor as she rocked back and forth. βFine,β she muttered. βFine. Fine. I guess -- I guess I have no choice.β
The water began to produce larger bubbles rippling across the service. Steam had spread all along the potβs rim. Fabrizio smiled and lifted the large bowl, gently pouring the pasta into the boiling water. βItβs almost six. Flip on CNN, will you? Remoteβs on the back counter.β Fabrizio replaced the bowl on the counter and stooped, lifting another, larger pot onto the stove.
Lisa moved to the back counter of the kitchen, where she found the remote control beside the TV. She flipped through at least four channels before finding CNN.
β...and just in with breaking news, Hatafβs Senior Council has released a video claiming responsibility for todayβs assassination of FBI Director Robert Edwards at Reagan National,β spoke a somber-faced, middle-aged man with a receding hairline and salt and pepper hair, wearing a light blue shirt and yellow patterned tie. βEdwards was speaking with President Maynard at the time he was shot, presumably by a sniper. Reagan National is on full lockdown, and the FBI is spearheading the investigation. A spokesperson for the FBI hasnβt yet named the interim Director...β
Fabrizio took some of the sauce and poured it slowly from the large plastic container into the second pot. She turned the switch for it as well, allowing the heat of the flames to warm the sauce. Fabrizio opened the cabinet, removing several containers of spices -- basil, ground parsley, garlic powder, and other Italian spices. She added a bit of each to the sauce, stirring it with a large wooden spoon.
Footage switched between Edwardsβs staff photograph and a helicopterβs view of the FBI personnel on the ground on the tarmac, before the anchor continued, βYamin Noor Attayyib, Margaret Fabrizio, and Javid Alfarsi, all members of Hatafβs Senior Council, appear in the video, released only minutes ago directly to our newsroom. Tracy?β Footage cut directly to the Hataf video that Lisa had uploaded before Fabrizio had begun cooking.
Fabrizio switched between stirring the sauce and stirring the pasta idly with a wooden serving fork, the water staining the wood darker wherever it touched. The doorbell rang, playing an excerpt from Beethovenβs Ode to Joy in chimes. βSee who it is,β said Fabrizio, nodding toward the front door.
Lisa moved away from the TV and disappeared from the kitchen. Fabrizio could hear the door opening and greetings exchanged between Lisa and another middle-aged woman. The two of them took seats in the dining room, where Lisa had left her laptop earlier. βThe Campbells were taken into custody today, Maggie,β said the newcomer from the other room.
Fabrizioβs hand paused with the serving fork. βMike and Katy were arrested?β She looked toward the doorway.
βAlong with several members of the Cheyenne cell,β came the reply.
βMike and Katy?β Lisa asked, her voice audible as well from the dining room. βOh. That Mike and Katy. Right.β
βI suspect the CIA,β said the third woman. βThe local PD has no record of them in the arrest log, and thereβs no report with their names anywhere in the news. Lisa, check for any records of Michael and Katherine Campbell from Cheyenne, Wyoming.β
Fabrizio lifted one of the noodles onto the fork and placed it on the tip of her tongue. Al dente. She turned the dial for the eye, and the flames disappeared. Fabrizio left the sauce, stooping to open the lower cabinet door and remove the strainer, which she placed over the sink. βCheck the FBIβs database if you can, Lisa,β she called over her shoulder, standing again to take the pot of pasta. She lifted with both hands, pouring over the strainer. Steaming water fell through the strainer, and Fabrizio stood back to prevent burning herself on the steam. When only soft angel hair pasta remained in the strainer, she flipped it a few times to remove any remaining water.
βThe White House has not yet released a statement,β continued the CNN anchor, βbut President Maynard is expected to address the nation tonight in just an hour. Edwards has served as FBI Director for the last six years, and is survived his three brothers and sister. He was never married and had no children. Coming up, we have counterterrorism expert Dr. Nenad DruloviΔ from the DruloviΔ and Durrani Forum for National Security and Public Policy discussing rumors that Edwardsβs assassination is precursor to the threat of nuclear attack from Tahira Ali, Hatafβs leader, published in a Washington Post article yesterday.β
βNothing,β said Lisa. βNo records anywhere. All Iβve got are voting records, evenly split between Democratic and Republican, a home appraisal report, the local directory listing, and a few parking tickets. Nothing from the FBI or the local PD, and definitely nothing recent.β The younger woman paused. βWell, no arrest records from the FBI. There are dossiers on both of them.β
Fabrizio returned the empty pot to the stove and stirred the sauce again. She went back to the strainer and summarily dumped the noodles back into the empty pot. After all of them had been returned, she left the strainer in the sink and spooned a small scoop of sauce into the pasta, stirring to prevent the noodles from sticking to each other or the pan. βTell Rabiya whatβs in the dossiers. Actually, Iβm curious too,β she said, projecting to be heard over the startlingly loud music of a health insurance commercial.
βDid they know the Campbellsβ roles?β asked the third woman, Rabiya DΓΆlet.
Fabrizio opened another cupboard door, removing three bowls made for pasta. She set them on the counter and closed the cabinet door. βThereβs almost nothing in here,β she heard Lisa say. βJust a few notes from Natalie Schultz suspecting them of possible involvement, but nothing concrete or substantial.β Fabrizio ladled some of the pasta into each of the bowls, and then added copious amounts of sauce. She returned the containers of spice to the cabinet, and lowered the heat on the pot of sauce to enough to keep it warm.
βThen it had to be the CIA,β said Rabiya.
Fabrizio crossed the kitchen, removing a plastic wrap covered glass bowl of imported Romano from the fridge and carried it into the dining room. βShould probably put your computer away for dinner,β she said, nodding toward Lisa as she set the bowl of cheese in the center of the table next to a set of fancy salt and pepper shakers. βGood evening, Rabiya,β said Fabrizio.
Rabiya was dressed in a navy blue tunic top and soft beige pants with dangling sapphire earrings. She wore her long, dark hair tied back. She was somewhere in her forties, perhaps slightly older than Fabrizio, though sheβd always somehow looked younger than her fellow Council member. βItβs been awhile,β said Rabiya in response, with a pleasant enough smile. βPasta for dinner again?β
βDidnβt have time to make a roast,β replied Fabrizio. βYou could have called sooner.β She disappeared back to the kitchen, returning moments later with two of the bowls of pasta, setting one in front of Rabiya and the other in front of Lisa, who had put her laptop inside the case leaning against the wall on the floor. βHope you like the sauce recipe. I made it a few days ago, put the rest in the fridge.β She returned to the kitchen one more time.
βI like pasta fine,β said Lisa from the other room. βBesides, Iβll be staying the night before going back tomorrow anyway.β
The CNN anchor now sat with a shorter man with thick white hair and square glasses who looked more tired than anything else. β...more evidence that Hataf is capable of taking out all of our infrastructure at any time. Thereβs no good way to be prepared right now,β said the man, whose name was given on the bottom of the screen as Dr. Nenad DruloviΔ, of Georgetown University and the DruloviΔ and Durrani Forum for National Security and Public Policy. βYes, I advocate pre-emptive strikes. But more important than pre-emptive strikes are working to destroy the conditions that produce terrorism...β
Fabrizio reached for the remote and with the press of a button, CNN disappeared. She took her bowl of pasta, opened a drawer and grabbed three forks, closed the drawer, and returned to the dining room, taking a seat beside Lisa and across from Rabiya. βThe video just aired on CNN,β she said to Rabiya, nodding toward the kitchen. βWhatβs the plan?β
Rabiya glanced at Lisa, who was rocking in her seat at the table, pressing her lips tightly together before deciding that perhaps it was possible for Lisa to hear this part of the conversation. βA month sooner. Adnan has been perfecting his batch of anthrax. And the next part of the plan will be set in motion in a few weeks. Now before we spoil dinner, letβs eat.β She lifted her fork and twirled it over her pasta.
The setting changes from New York City, New York to Washington D.C.
Andrews Air Force Base
Prince Georgeβs County, Maryland, United States
After arriving at Dulles, Natalie had found a car with government plates waiting to take her into Washington from the airport. Much to her surprise, the driver turned south on 495 instead of north, and Natalie slumped against the window of the car, pressing her face against the heavily tinted glass, though she fixed her stare on the back of the driverβs head.
Exactly fifty-nine minutes after the carβs engine had started at Dulles, the car rolled to a stop by a security checkpoint guarded by airmen in battle uniform sporting automatic rifles. A few moments of conversation and they were waved quickly through and onto the base itself. Natalie had been here exactly once before, exactly 1,693 days ago. The flight had taken three hours and twenty-one minutes, and it was now 6:33 in the evening. She tapped her finger in a steady rhythm against the window, eyes squinted.
The driver continued onto the base, moving slowly through the streets before coming to a stop at one of the central buildings and parking there. βAgent Schultz,β he finally said, breaking over an hour of perfect silence. Natalieβs gaze flickered toward him and she moved away from the window, straightening her posture and adjusting her glasses. βTheyβre waiting inside.β He opened the door and climbed out of the car on the driverβs side, while Natalie took a moment to process what had been said before opening the door where she was sitting.
Natalie stepped onto the street, squinting toward the setting sun. As Spring was closing upon them, the days would begin to stretch longer in small but growing increments. Natalie shut her door quietly, her hand hardly moving. The two of them headed for the front door to the building, where a pair of airmen stood guard, and stepped inside. There, several people dressed in somber, clean-cut business suits moved crisply, speaking in murmurs into earpieces, a stark contrast to the military personnel around the base.
βAgent Schultz, right this way,β said a brown-haired man with the rank insignia of a 2nd Lieutenant, motioning for Natalie to follow him. She noticed the name on the uniform -- Obed. Natalie could recall exactly eighteen other people by that name. She whispered their names under her breath as they walked through the halls, staring upward through squinted eyes at the harsh fluorescent lights -- through the halls, into an elevator, and down another hall, and finally into a room that functioned neatly as a conference space, by Natalieβs appraisal.
A man cleared his throat, and Natalieβs head jerked upward. She found herself staring at the President of the United States.
In person, Charles Maynard was a little over seven inches taller than Natalie, with dark brown hair that had begun to gray at the hairlines, and little wrinkles in his face that werenβt quite visible in most of the pictures sheβd seen of the President. He offered his hand. βItβs a pleasure to see you again, Agent Schultz,β said Maynard, inclining his head, βthough I wish it were under better circumstances.β
Natalie stared at the Presidentβs hand. The last time she had met the President was almost two years ago, 722 days to be exact. She hadnβt taken the hand then. This time, she reached her fingers for his, then clasped tightly, squeezing the Presidentβs hand before releasing. Natalie resisted the urge to wipe her hand against her jacket. βItβs nice to see you too,β she mumbled, forcing herself to stare at the bridge of the Presidentβs nose, between his eyes, so that she would at least appear to be maintaining eye contact.
βAs you know, Director Edwards was killed this morning, and Hataf has claimed responsibility,β the President said, gesturing for Natalie to sit as he sank into a chair in the conference room. Natalie looked about, and edged closer to one of the chairs across from the President, seating herself on the edge of the seat while she continued to stare between the Presidentβs eyes. βWeβre both busy, so Iβm going to keep this short. The FBI needs an interim director until I can make a permanent appointment, and right now, thereβs no better candidate than you.β
It took several long moments before Natalie realized what Maynard had said. She looked upward then, wide-eyed, surprised, and immediately began to spin the pen in her hand. βYou want me to do what?β she very nearly spit.
Maynard recalled what his chief of staff had said earlier. But he wasnβt interested in a candidate with strong social skills. He didnβt care whether Schultz could make small talk or sit politely through a political gala. He needed someone who would work efficiently to learn about whatever it was Hataf was planning, and stop it. Maynard looked Natalie in the eyes, leaning forward as he spoke. βI want you to serve as Interim Director of the FBI,β he said.
Already, Natalie was shaking her head. βNo -- no -- Iβm -- Iβm not the person for the job, Charles,β she said, and Maynard was taken aback by her casual utterance of his given name. βReally, Iβm not the person youβre looking for. Iβm not even a Deputy Director. Shouldnβt you be asking one of them? Standard succession procedure in the event of an emergency would mean that the position should fall to one of the Deputy Directors of the FBI until a permanent appointment can be made and confirmed by the Senate.β She spoke rapidly, no longer looking at the Presidentβs face.
βYour country needs you, Agent Schultz. You need to step up.β Maynard rose from his seat. βAnd donβt worry -- itβs only temporary. In a few weeks,β he said, adding months to himself, βyou can go back to doing what youβre doing now in the field. Come on. We need to swear you into office.β
Natalie gripped her pen more tightly, spinning it at an increasing speed as she stared at the floor, the carpetβs patterns suddenly dizzying. βYou canβt do this to me,β she whispered.
βLet me put it this way, Agent Schultz,β said Maynard, staring down at the woman in the conference room. βAs President of the United States, I am ordering you to take the appointment. You donβt have a choice in the matter.β He moved toward the door. βSomeone has to start cleaning up house,β he said over his shoulder. When Natalie didnβt follow, he snapped, βSchultz!β
Less than two hours later, Natalie Schultz sat on the edge of a small raised platform covered in soft blue carpet, holding her pen in one hand and clutching air with the other. βNo pictures,β she managed to say, despite the flashes of multiple cameras, and squeezed her eyes shut. The President had disappeared several minutes prior, and Natalie found herself alone to fend with the press.
The swearing-in had occurred in time for the conclusion of the evening broadcast.
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William Rapp
CIA Interrogation and Counter-Terrorism Specialist
Morgan Halloran
A former Criminalist, who now works for the British MI5. She has been sent to America as a liaison officer between British Intelligence and the FBI
Alderson Morris
Alderson is an FBI agent, often plagued by Anxiety Disorder. Though constantly paranoid that he will be assassinated, Alderson is intensely intelligent, and will follow and command in the name of freedom and security.
Joslyn Romanov
Joslyn works in the FBI. She's a skilled hacker and surveillance women.
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An analyst for Children Rescue Patrol, an organization created under the U.N. with the purpose in aiding victims of recent terrorist attacks.
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Rakhim is a Syrian agent, sent to aid the Americans in the fight against the Hatif.
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A 42 year old CIA agent assigned to the Counterterrorism Center.
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A 42 year old CIA agent assigned to the Counterterrorism Center.
Vlot Mugari
The unknown senior leader of the terrorist organization, Hataf.
Robert Irving
Special Agent Robert Irving, Lead Counter-Terrorist Officer of the British MI5 Agency. The 40 year old man has 15 years experience of intelligence work and is a highly efficient worker dedicated to his country and worldwide peace.
Andrew Rederson
An agent for the FBI who went too far in the Ali case and was pulled from it. Taking it in kind by quitting the agency, Andrew now answers only to himself. He is now at the crossroads of his ideals, with Hataf on one side and his Nation on the other.
Sasha 'Darkstar' Vladov
Thirty-four years. Thirty four years of evil, hatred, and despise, all pointed toward America. A homegrown terrorist freelancer, working for anyone with the highest pay. Living in Southwest Nevada, Abandoned Army Base.
Graciela Kaplan
A recently adopted 16-year-old Carribean girl.
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Patricia is a young, upward bound woman working with the CIA who is eager to rise further through the ranks by investigating Hataf tirelessly.
[Doctor] Everett Camille
A 34 year old FBI Agent working for the BAU Unit #1 (Counterterrorism) and Doctor of Psychology. He studies body language in order to unravel the infinite mysteries within the minds of criminals.
Nava Aharoni
A beautiful killer, driven only by revenge.
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Alexander James Moratelli
A 42 year old CIA agent assigned to the Counterterrorism Center.
Andrew Rederson
An agent for the FBI who went too far in the Ali case and was pulled from it. Taking it in kind by quitting the agency, Andrew now answers only to himself. He is now at the crossroads of his ideals, with Hataf on one side and his Nation on the other.
William Conrad Jackson
An ex-mercenary now working for FedEx in the United States
James Berkly
SGT James Berkly of the US Army Rangers
Graciela Kaplan
A recently adopted 16-year-old Carribean girl.
Morgan Halloran
A former Criminalist, who now works for the British MI5. She has been sent to America as a liaison officer between British Intelligence and the FBI
Killian McGrory
A former PIRA bomber hired by Hataf to create chaos and draw attention from their other operations.
Aengus McCarthy
Longtime member of the IRA. Aengus was known for his squads ruthless guerilla warfare. Recently hired by Hataf.
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Washington D.C. Owner: Ylanne
The capital of the United States, home to the White House, the Supreme Court, and the U.S. Capitol, along with a slew of monuments, memorials, and museums.
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America ↪ Interrogation Room Owner: RolePlayGateway
A sparsely furnished room, with harsh fluorescent lighting protected by a wire cage, with a metal table and chairs, and a one-way mirror on one wall. The walls and floor are plain, and no lighting or ventilation controls in sight. You are being recorded.
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Washington D.C. ↪ J. Edgar Hoover Building - FBI Headquarters Owner: RolePlayGateway
FBI Headquarters, Washington D.C. An imposing, ugly Brutalist building constructed from poured concrete, housing the senior officials of the Bureau, as well as some of the most well-respected special agents and support staff.
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America ↪ Eagle's Nest Owner: Ylanne
Secret CIA location -- in Colorado.
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The United States Penitentiary (USP) - Lee in Jonesville is a high security facility housing male offenders. An adjacent minimum security satellite prison camp houses male offenders. USP Lee is located in southwest Virginia in Lee County, 8 miles east of Jonesville, off U.S. 58 at the intersection of State Route 638.
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Ylanne wrote:Progress update -- I've about 1/3 of the way through the post in-progress. With any luck, it'll be up by the end of this weekend. The lengthy delay was a product of multiple unavoidable setbacks and unforeseeable adverse circumstances. Post your progress updates here as well, thanks.
Welcome back. And I'm waiting on your post and perhaps a reply from Script on whether or not she wants me to hunt her... Until then, limbo...
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The Arabic says "love" and "hate" for those curious linguists. Hope you enjoy. :)
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Dawn -- I can't think of anything specific, except either things she is doing with her new job, or things she is doing to avoid being found or tracked. As Tempest suggested, you might have room for some collaboration there.
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Script wrote:Is there anything in particular I need to be posting? Because though there have been a couple of posts that directly refer to Dawn, at the moment I'm thinking I'll need to come up with a little mini-plotline within London for her until the other characters catch up with her. If there's nothing I need to directly address, I'll set to thinking of something.
I'm happy to send a CIA agent after you if you like?
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We're waiting on posts from Ivanol, Script, Baby, Ottoman, and LightingStrikes at the moment. Alasund De'astio and Tempest both recently posted.
This roleplay was originally created in a tab located at When the Lion Wakes in the tab, and Remaeus and I spent the other day creating the correct places where scenes and posts have taken place. Sometime within the next week or two, the posts from the in-character thread will be migrated to the roleplay in the new system, where they will remain readable entirely in chronological order, as well as in-character location-stamped. Future posts (AFTER the existing ones have been migrated) will need to be made to the correct location in the roleplay (and if there is not a location listed here that you need, I can create it for you.)
When this roleplay was first created in March 2010 (yes, 2010), I was not happy with the tab system as it existed. With a slew of recent changes made to suit writing and my style of reading, I would like to see these posts migrated back into the tab. If you don't believe me about its readability, check this Multiverse place and the way posts are listed there. You can click on different pages, and posts made using the posting box at the bottom would appear in that location. The same system, on a smaller scale (as there are fewer *places, roleplayers, and posts in When the Lion Wakes), will work for us, and for both our shorter and longer posts.
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Vanessa Wade - roleplay/when-the-lion-wakes/characters/vanessa-wade
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