Evil's Return/Big Bad Wolf Limited Chapter 1: Ain't We Just?

Toastburner B · 05-04-2010, 11:46 PM

Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir!
Mal: Ain't we just?

- Firefly, "Safe"

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"I?m sorry it had to come to this, Duncan."

Duncan scoffed. "So sorry that you already have, what, two SECA strike teams roaming around my front yard? How long before there are a few heavy teams, and you come in through the front door?"

"Duncan..."

"You"re sending people in here to kill her, Nat. That's the bottom line here. I thought I could count on your for help with this, but I was wrong. Good-bye, Nathaniel...see you in Hell."

"Duncan!"

Duncan hung up the phone before Nathaniel Jackson, a man he had counted as a friend and adviser for almost two decades, could say anything else. Really, what could you say to a man how you just condemned to death?

Duncan moved away from the phone, and into the hallway, resisting the urge to peek out the windows through the drawn curtains. There was no point in given the SECA strike teams outside any chance to take him out before they stormed the house. And with Nathaniel on their side, they undoubted had a complete layout of the house, including the myriad of secret passages and hidden rooms that Duncan had shown Nathaniel...

"We're all dead," Duncan muttered to himself. With Nathaniel siding against him, all hope was going for working things out with SECA, and by extension, most of the other organizations. Most had already recalled their members from the Protectors, so now the once strong core was reduced to a bare handful. A loyal and tough handful...but not enough to defend Sherry.

He shook his head. The mercenaries he had hired weren't scheduled to arrive until the morning. Duncan thought they'd be safe for that long.

Just shows how much of a fool he was. And what's worst is that I paid them in advance! Duncan weakly joked to himself, five million dollars just to roll up when it's too late.

With one final shake of the head, he started the walk to the main entryway of the mansion, tiny electrical arcs dancing along his fingers.

At the very least, he'd give them a fight to remember.

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"Why is it that the government only reacts quickly when it hurts our timetable?" Whistler muttered. "I wished they got around to sending us our payments as quickly as they got strike teams here."

Whistler looked at his current contract's mansion from a ridge overlooking the ritzy neighborhood it was a part of. His trained eye easily marked out the armed men in the yard, brightly lit by flood lights perched on the house. In fact, they were hardly making any efforts at concealing themselves...a bad sign. It meant that they didn't care if they knew that the people inside knew where they were, because they were going to bring the fight to them.

It was supposed to be an easy job, an extraction: get the primary target and a handful of secondaries out of the house, move them to a safe location (in this case, a safe house owned and operated by Big Bad Wolf Limited), and discussion further contract options from there. A nice, cushy job for a cool $5,000,000. But now Whistler knew why the contact had offered so much money.

Still, Whistler though, a smile coming to face as he pulled a cellphone out of his jacket pocket, at least that means we'll get our cut sooner.

He hit a speed dial and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" came the sleepy reply of a woman's voice.

"This is no time for sleep, Patches," Whistler said cheerfully into the phone.

"It's 2 am, Whistler. It is the time for sleep." Patches protested.

"Not in our case. The timetable has moved up, and our targets need to be extracted ASAP. Get the Growler over here as soon as you can."

The woman on the other side of the phone cursed. "Right. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

A small caravan of armored trucks and vans came into view, all sprayed with "POLICE"? or "S.W.A.T." or "TCPD", but Whistler knew that these were more SECA strike teams, probably heavy weapons units. They needed the firepower to break into a house designed to keep demons at bay. Time was up.

"Right. See you in 10." Whistler said into the phone as he hung up. He then fiddled with the radio in his ear until he got on an open channel with his team. "Alright, folks," he said, knowing that the rest of the Big Bad Wolf Limited employees were around the house somewhere. The team had been out casing the location for the dawn extract when it became clear it was already under siege. "Looks like we're going in now instead of later. Remember: Our primary objective is Sherry Porter. For those or you didn't read the dossiers, you lazy sods, she's a 17 year old African-American female. In fact, there will be two people fitting that description, as the primary objective's twin sister, Cherry Porter, is also in the house. We won't have time to check which one is which, so treat both as the primary objective. The others in the house are secondary objectives: get them out if you can, but they are not contract critical.

"It appears that the opposing force today will be 3 to 5 SECA strike teams. Please remember that SECA, as well as the United State Government, is a potential client. As such, I ask that you keep your killing as professional as possible, Nick. While war is indeed ugly business, there is no need to make it personal by doing anything gratuitous."

Whistler almost managed to keep a straight face while he was saying that. He was carrying a .30 caliber machine gun with .50 caliber pistols. His entire arsenal was gratuitous.

"Transport will be here in 18 minutes. I want all objectives secured in 15. Make it happen."

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From inside the house, Duncan watched the arrival with a little less...bravado than Whistler. For him, all their arrival meant was that his life, and likely the life of everyone left in the mansion, was now measured in minutes instead of hours.

He knew everyone was where they thought they would do the most good. For him, that was right at the front door. He sat down on the main staircase, and waited for the inevitable.

"Man, what a waste of 5 million dollars," he muttered to himself again.

Through the windows, he could see the shadows of a SECA strike team as it neared the door.

((OOC: Alright, here we go.

Protectors: You are inside the house, and are about to be under siege. The house is a large mansion with secret passages and such, so feel free to make up stuff as you please.

Big Bad Wolf Limited employees: You are outside the house, and are about to ambush the attack SECA strike teams. It is the middle of the night, but the yard is well lit with floodlights. The most likely approach is a lightly wooded area on the rear and west side of the house...the mansion is in a more remote location for obvious reasons.

The opponent for today comes in the form of about 40 SECA strike team members: think SWAT but trained to fight monsters and demons. Around 10 will be armed with heavy weapons (think machine guns or RPGs), while the rest have assault rifles/carbines and the like. While not pushovers, the ambush of the BBWLs will throw them into disarray.

Go.))

05-04-2010, 11:46 PM	#1
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Evil's Return/Big Bad Wolf Limited Chapter 1: Ain't We Just? Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us? Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir! Mal: Ain't we just? - Firefly, "Safe" ************************************************** "I?m sorry it had to come to this, Duncan." Duncan scoffed. "So sorry that you already have, what, two SECA strike teams roaming around my front yard? How long before there are a few heavy teams, and you come in through the front door?" "Duncan..." "You"re sending people in here to kill her, Nat. That's the bottom line here. I thought I could count on your for help with this, but I was wrong. Good-bye, Nathaniel...see you in Hell." "Duncan!" Duncan hung up the phone before Nathaniel Jackson, a man he had counted as a friend and adviser for almost two decades, could say anything else. Really, what could you say to a man how you just condemned to death? Duncan moved away from the phone, and into the hallway, resisting the urge to peek out the windows through the drawn curtains. There was no point in given the SECA strike teams outside any chance to take him out before they stormed the house. And with Nathaniel on their side, they undoubted had a complete layout of the house, including the myriad of secret passages and hidden rooms that Duncan had shown Nathaniel... "We're all dead," Duncan muttered to himself. With Nathaniel siding against him, all hope was going for working things out with SECA, and by extension, most of the other organizations. Most had already recalled their members from the Protectors, so now the once strong core was reduced to a bare handful. A loyal and tough handful...but not enough to defend Sherry. He shook his head. The mercenaries he had hired weren't scheduled to arrive until the morning. Duncan thought they'd be safe for that long. Just shows how much of a fool he was. And what's worst is that I paid them in advance! Duncan weakly joked to himself, five million dollars just to roll up when it's too late. With one final shake of the head, he started the walk to the main entryway of the mansion, tiny electrical arcs dancing along his fingers. At the very least, he'd give them a fight to remember. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Why is it that the government only reacts quickly when it hurts our timetable?" Whistler muttered. "I wished they got around to sending us our payments as quickly as they got strike teams here." Whistler looked at his current contract's mansion from a ridge overlooking the ritzy neighborhood it was a part of. His trained eye easily marked out the armed men in the yard, brightly lit by flood lights perched on the house. In fact, they were hardly making any efforts at concealing themselves...a bad sign. It meant that they didn't care if they knew that the people inside knew where they were, because they were going to bring the fight to them. It was supposed to be an easy job, an extraction: get the primary target and a handful of secondaries out of the house, move them to a safe location (in this case, a safe house owned and operated by Big Bad Wolf Limited), and discussion further contract options from there. A nice, cushy job for a cool $5,000,000. But now Whistler knew why the contact had offered so much money. Still, Whistler though, a smile coming to face as he pulled a cellphone out of his jacket pocket, at least that means we'll get our cut sooner. He hit a speed dial and waited for an answer. "Hello?" came the sleepy reply of a woman's voice. "This is no time for sleep, Patches," Whistler said cheerfully into the phone. "It's 2 am, Whistler. It is the* time for sleep."* Patches protested. "Not in our case. The timetable has moved up, and our targets need to be extracted ASAP. Get the Growler over here as soon as you can." The woman on the other side of the phone cursed. "Right. I'll be there in 20 minutes." A small caravan of armored trucks and vans came into view, all sprayed with "POLICE"? or "S.W.A.T." or "TCPD", but Whistler knew that these were more SECA strike teams, probably heavy weapons units. They needed the firepower to break into a house designed to keep demons at bay. Time was up. "Right. See you in 10." Whistler said into the phone as he hung up. He then fiddled with the radio in his ear until he got on an open channel with his team. "Alright, folks," he said, knowing that the rest of the Big Bad Wolf Limited employees were around the house somewhere. The team had been out casing the location for the dawn extract when it became clear it was already under siege. "Looks like we're going in now instead of later. Remember: Our primary objective is Sherry Porter. For those or you didn't read the dossiers, you lazy sods, she's a 17 year old African-American female. In fact, there will be two people fitting that description, as the primary objective's twin sister, Cherry Porter, is also in the house. We won't have time to check which one is which, so treat both as the primary objective. The others in the house are secondary objectives: get them out if you can, but they are not contract critical. "It appears that the opposing force today will be 3 to 5 SECA strike teams. Please remember that SECA, as well as the United State Government, is a potential client. As such, I ask that you keep your killing as professional as possible, Nick. While war is indeed ugly business, there is no need to make it personal by doing anything gratuitous." Whistler almost managed to keep a straight face while he was saying that. He was carrying a .30 caliber machine gun with .50 caliber pistols. His entire arsenal was gratuitous. "Transport will be here in 18 minutes. I want all objectives secured in 15. Make it happen." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From inside the house, Duncan watched the arrival with a little less...bravado than Whistler. For him, all their arrival meant was that his life, and likely the life of everyone left in the mansion, was now measured in minutes instead of hours. He knew everyone was where they thought they would do the most good. For him, that was right at the front door. He sat down on the main staircase, and waited for the inevitable. "Man, what a waste of 5 million dollars," he muttered to himself again. Through the windows, he could see the shadows of a SECA strike team as it neared the door. ((OOC: Alright, here we go. Protectors: You are inside the house, and are about to be under siege. The house is a large mansion with secret passages and such, so feel free to make up stuff as you please. Big Bad Wolf Limited employees: You are outside the house, and are about to ambush the attack SECA strike teams. It is the middle of the night, but the yard is well lit with floodlights. The most likely approach is a lightly wooded area on the rear and west side of the house...the mansion is in a more remote location for obvious reasons. The opponent for today comes in the form of about 40 SECA strike team members: think SWAT but trained to fight monsters and demons. Around 10 will be armed with heavy weapons (think machine guns or RPGs), while the rest have assault rifles/carbines and the like. While not pushovers, the ambush of the BBWLs will throw them into disarray. Go.)) __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot. Last edited by Toastburner B; 05-05-2010 at 02:35 AM.