Dawn OOC Posted March 5, 2012 Share Posted March 5, 2012 Transcript from Interview with Grav RL: What kind of missions did you like the most? And why? G: The ones I don't have to kill anyone on. They're more boring I'm told, but ending a life isn't something taken lightly. I do it for my country, but sometimes, I question if there was not some other way. Any mission that lets me fly freely, those I admit I enjoy more than others. Such freedom is a treasure. RL: Do you feel that way about humans and mutants? Do you dislike killing them both equally? G: [pause] No. RL: Which do you like to kill more? G: Humans. Definitely, them. Transcript from Interview with Hard Light/Dog HL: I like my job. RL: Do you like it because you have to like it? HL: I like my job. RL: Do you like it so that no one will punish you for not liking it? Do you want to hunt mutants? HL: Mutants are bad and they need to be punished. I like going outside and the bad mutants are outside. RL: But is that what you believe? HL: Everyone knows mutants are bad. Bad mutants should be punished so they won't be bad any more. Finding bad mutants means I am good and I don't get punished. RL: [pause] I see. If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do? HL: I like to watch cartoons. They are fun. I like to be outside too. It's bright and shiny outside. Transcript from Interview with Fenris RL: What changes could be made to improve you further? F: It is not my place to comment on the processes put in place by my superiors. I am a mutant, not a citizen. RL: I'm aware, but I'm interested in your situation, not in getting you into trouble. I want to know if you have ideas. F: [pause] Space. Space to roam, air to breathe that does not stink of chemicals, desperation and fear. I hear everything in this facility, Doctor. I smell everything, every drop of sweat, every flicker of anger. It makes me weary, the concentration needed to focus through all that... 'noise', you might say. And on assignment, it is the same. Better most of the time, but crowded, noisy, filled with people's scents and sounds. I have never been asked about it. It is tiring. RL: Thank you for that. I will suggest some isolation for you. Now, you mentioned missions. I've reviewed your file - quite a resume. [tapping noise, pause] What do you enjoy about your missions? F: The relative freedom. I am not like other mutants here. I work alone, without handlers. I travel to places... Even places in America. I stay in hotels, eat better food as part of my legend. I also like the hunt. Sometimes I hunt people to find them alive. Other times I hunt people to make them dead. The hunt... fulfills me. RL: Go on. I'm interested in what you have to say. F: [pause] I feel right when I hunt. Alive, not like here. Here, I am waiting, always waiting to feel alive. Even hunting exercises are... colourless. I am nothing here, an animal in a cage. Out there, when I hunt, I am free for a time. RL: Thank you for sharing, Fenris. What would you change about your missions? Have you enjoyed your targets? F: Some are more challenging than others. Some are... not so good. When I hunt professionals, criminals, true enemies - that is satisfying. Hunting scared mutants: not so much. I am glad that I do not have to kill these very often - they are worth more to the Rodina alive. [pause] I do not enjoy killing mutants. RL: Do you like killing humans? F: [long pause] Yes. Very much. May 5, 2012, 3:47 am CCT Foduxiang, East China Sea Foduxiang appeared to be just another island in the East China Sea, but it was an open secret that the Chinese government had a private resort there. The once-volcanic island was now dormant and completely dead, but the two small peaks that had once created the tropical island were still there. The rich soils supported a wide variety of life, including a few species transported to the island for big-game hunting. Tigers now hunted lands that had never been theirs, and Cape Buffalo wallowed in the wetlands and glowered at trespassers. At two miles wide by two miles tall, there was actually enough room to stretch out a bit. The only official way onto the island was to via a dock on the Western edge of the island. A single building stood there, a mixture of security checkpoint and a garage for the jeeps and the boats. From there, a single path wove deeper into the island, paved only because the wet season turned much of the island into a mudpit. There were a total of four buildings clustered inside a small walled enclosure. The biggest was the guest facilities, where most of the rooms were, along with a rec room and a kitchen. A barracks for the soldiers was the next largest building, followed by the staff residence. Finally, a small building served as a storage facility. There was also a driving range, a tennis court and a swimming pool. If the grounds inside the walls had been utterly dominated, then the ground outside were still wild. It was here that Fenris worked. His orders were to watch for interlopers and stop them. If he couldn’t stop them, then he was to alert the compound and made sure the Russian staff got out. Mr. Misha Ivanov and his two assistants were the primary concern of this mission; Ivanov was a friend of President Putin’s and had his blessing to negotiate this deal with China regarding oil. As such, he was given limited freedom to do his business as he saw fit, in a green paradise. It wasn’t so bad, as missions went. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The plane was running below the radar but over the waves – in theory. The turbulence from flying this low was bouncing them up and down. Grav rode silently, ignoring the mutant shivering next to her. They’d called him Dog, and he’d seemed terrified of the Canadian major who was giving him orders. She shifted a little, getting more comfortable against her safety restraints. It was a little silly; if the plane went down, she wasn’t going down with it. “Remember your mission,” Grav’s handler said to her quietly. “You just need to take out Ivanov, disrupt the talks and get the hell out. There is a Russian mutie there, but we’re not sure which. You have your maps and everything you need.” The red light flashed and a buzz rang out; Dog flinched but Grav merely unbuckled. At the back of the plane, the cargo doors opened, granting the mutants freedom to the skies. “Good luck,” Grav’s handler told her with a smile. “Don’t fuck it up,” the major growled to Dog. Then it was time to jump out of the plane and fly to the island. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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