open ~Snake-eyes~

[Neutrino 47]

"Deadly conzealed blade.Ze photo-reflectors have three seccond charge... Can zee though wall with flash... Replacement battery here*passes tiny black screws* Ze vatches can 'pick' traditional and most digital pin locks. Just place against the keypad or door lock, I vill guide from there. Plus ze ear-rings distress beacon lasts twenty-four hour... Once one vull rotation anti-clock and remove, zey begin super low frequency alert, Battery vevy small so last resort only."

[Delernil 952]

Alex smiled. 'Close enough.' He chuckled. 'Ok. So it's fairly standard equipment for recon. Our camera, entrance, and pull out. Got it.' He said, checking over the gadgets.

 

'Take your pick.' He said as he grabbed a watch and put it on. It fit well, and he hoped it would work. He decided not to take the earrings. Only having one might have raised suspicion.

 

@

[Neutrino 47]

Outside, golden autumn leaves dance in the breeze. Sunset is giving instructions though is earpeice, yelling at the telecommunications team. Soon, a night black limo pulls up nearby the dull building.

"Finally! Here's our ride, get in." Sunset ajusts his tie and the chauffeur complementary opens the door for the three to get in. The interior appears to be spacey and business like.A tazer wielding guard is patting down keys on a small electronic device (paying no attention to the agents). There are twelve seats in total, including the driver's and passenger's. The chill wind whooshes angrily, pathetically attacking everything.

Edited February 11, 2014 by Neutrino

[Neutrino 47]

SERPNT:

 

 

Meanwhile, in the white panel meeting hall of "Scientifically Elaborate Research of Prohibited and Non-approved Technologies" (aka SERPNT), a very small and old Chinese stallion paces back and forth, waiting for his master's response. "Don't fail me. I want the... Spys... Out of my operation." a low, growling voice rumbles, hiding behind a curtain of radio static.

The tiny pony peers up at the huge, ominous monitor and smiles fearfully "Yes-Yes-Yes! My colleges are finding solutions as we speak, sir!" he squeals in a quick, frightened tone.

"You have one week, little Tim." the voice erupts from the speakers once again. A radio cut-off sound calls out. All is silent in the large room. "Yes sir." Tiny Tim echoes out to the empty hall. The doors hiss and the miniscule figure leaves, anxious to complete his task.

Edited February 11, 2014 by Neutrino

[GameytheGeemer 147]

(Since nopony's posted in 24 hours or more. EXPLOSIVE CRIME)

 

Chain Mail, as was the tradition in his workings with other criminal syndicates, was in the process of appropriating some more funds. He was standing outside the local bank, about 20 blocks (either 2 or 5 miles) away from the agency where the spys are at. He almost knew that, or rather, was unconsciously aware of that fact with a jamming grenade. He kicked open the door and threw it in, unpinned.

 

In a few seconds, before any of the civilians could realize what was going on, the grenade exploded and took out all of the cameras in the facility. He went in, his TAR-21 blazing. Several dozens died in the first few seconds. He switched out his weapon for his semi-auto shotgun and blasted the window that the tellers were behind down.

 

"Care to open the vault for me honey." He asked one of the shivering mares.

 

"Fine, just... Just don't hurt me." She stuttered, leading the way to the bank vault. It was a time lock vault, so it wasn't shut or anything.

 

"Well love, I hate to go back on my word. But this is the perfect trap, so"-He said, pulling out his 22 inch long hand gun and blowing her head clean off "- I'll have to kill you."

 

He walked into the vault and teleported several millions into hamerspace where he would give a percent of it to the "Boss".

 

"God, this is the easiest pickings I've ever had." He said, teleporting out of the bank, leaving the scene a bloody wreck.

[Delernil 952]

Alex steps into the car. He had ridden in one before, even in the trunk. He sighed at that memory and how close he had come to death. He sat on the left and messed with the gum. It seemed slightly heavier than it should. Not immediately noticeable, but comparing them it was obvious. He sat silently waiting to move.

[Neutrino 47]

"Shit! Brudston street?" Sunset paused and waited for the comms team to respond."And your sure he fits the description?" he asks, infuriated by the delayed radio. "Alright, we aren't going to the airport yet." Hurricane announces. "Just down the road we have a possible lead. Las Pegasus can wait, the situation is here. They hit a goddamn bank.*sigh* Chauffeur! Take us to the north end of brudston street! And activate the defense systems!" Tires spin into smokey spirals as the limo accelerates. With its turbocharger and military grade, lightweight chassis flex-armor, it could reach 0-60 in three and a half seconds, deflect most armor piercing bullets and even absorb moderate explosive shockwaves. Sunset was fairly confident that his personal vehicle was safe. Plus he could let the two agents have a run, they were tagged after all -he wouldn't lose them-.

Edited February 12, 2014 by Neutrino

[GameytheGeemer 147]

"And now." Chain Mail said, setting a plastic explosive on the bank building to destroy it completely. "Let's see what my new vehicle of the week is." He finished, inspecting the street for a car he purchased recently. A modified Tramontana R with 2 missiles, oil, and a Gatling gun mounted in the trunk. Much like the normal car, it could hit 325 km/h, at an acceleration of 0-100 km/h in 3.5 seconds. (around the exact same specs for speed as the limo your chasing after me in)

 

In comparison to the defensive MI6 vehicle, this is very much for the strait offence.

 

But, enough about the specifications of the jet car he had available, he popped the jet seat to the car open and jumped in. It was around than that the car should have been arriving, but he took off into traffic. "I wonder if they'll try to catch me. I doubt it, after all, petty murder and explosions are a tad low on the radar for the mayors own." He said, musing MI6's intentions about the bank he just robbed. It was also then that the explosives blew up, causing him to be outrunning the fire ball of the incinerated building.

[Neutrino 47]

(why did this die? Let's give it a re-boot)

 

"Stop the car!" the chauffeur was commanded to stop by Sunset, head of MI6 infiltration devision. After a five second skid, the smart armored vehicle came to a halt. "What do you mean?!" Hurricane shouted, holding his earpiece. After a deep sigh, the pony burried his head behind his front legs. "Bhauk!*brings legs down*You... You have to keep your cover safe... They can't identify you two. It would destroy the mission entirely." Sunset tapped the back of the driver seat. "Take us back to HQ Larson." the chauffeur nodded and flicked to first gear, spinning the steering wheel frantically.

 

Later that week, deep within the SERPNT lair, three executive ponys Sat facing a huge screen (on which there was a jagged audio line)

 

"...And I see you have acquired additional funding, Chains. Congratulations. Promotions shall be given to those who are... effective...in this business. I have but a few questions..." The booming voice splayed in a very relaxed tone.

"How were you so arrogant? How could you choose THAT location? Are you trying to change my image of you?-impress me?-Because you certainly have." It is difficult to tell when 'master' is pleased, he would probably use the same voice to put somepony to death. He never hesitated with his death statements. One of the other meeting participants readys his voice:

"*ahem*, sir, we have yet another new recruit. She specializes in small packages."

"Perfect for out job then, Tim. Does she have full small fire arms training?" The question danced around the many rooms speakers.

"That I do have." She aggressively snarls at the screen.

"She is present? Oh, forgive me. You will be usefull. Chains, will you be able to be her side? I have an ...asset... that must be ... recollected for financial reasons."

"And what toy do you want this time?" Natalie hisses.

"Toy? No. I want you to collect my snake eyes, Nat."

Edited February 18, 2014 by Neutrino

[GameytheGeemer 147]

"I merely picked that location, because it had the most money. Besides, as it stands MI6 is only interested in foreign threats, so a bank robbery shouldn't trip their wires just yet. Not unless they're after someone special." He said, answering the first question.

 

"As for will I'll be able to help her, of course. I didn't sign on to not do things like this. Especially something this big."

[Courageous Thunder Dash 7,824]

@@GameytheGeemer, @@Neutrino,  

"I'll go too." Thunder stated looking at the pony. "These ponies haven't seen Thunder Dash in full swing, so now it's time to show'em what I've got." Thunder thought to himself. He was very eager to go on his first mission since his return, but not to show off, for that would ruin everything. 

[Neutrino 47]

"Indeed, Chains. This one is big." The anonymous voice growled with anticipation. 'master' loved power. "The snake eyes are small, yet very significant, objects. They are two die. They have sentimental value, and a very... Profitable future. Alas, they are no ordinary die."

[Courageous Thunder Dash 7,824]

@@Neutrino,

 

"So, what happens if we obtain these "snake eyes". Will we gain power?" Thunder Dash asked curiously. He wanted to get as much knowledge and insight as he could. "Boy, he sure has his sights on those snake eyes, whatever those are." Thunder Dash thought to himself. 

[Neutrino 47]

(thunder, your not a SERPNT employee? This post necromancy is not working is it?)

"Chains and Nat, my prize is located at lucky dip casino. The big one. The place where fortunes are made and lost in a matter of minutes.

Tomorrow, you will enter the back of the building and enter the sublevels. Once below, in the super size maze, you will find and retrieve the NAC drive implamets from the appropriate target agents. If the agents are still alive, surface them and bring them to the safepoint to be . If the agents are deceased... *ahem* 'remove' the NAC drives. These hold all the critical information to the whereabouts of my snake eyes. Ready?"

[Courageous Thunder Dash 7,824]

@@Neutrino,

 

(Wait, you're playing as both sides? No wonder why it's confusing. Maybe divide your posts into sections. That way, it won't be as confusing.) 

 

Thunder Dash just listened and observed what was going on. He was desperate to go on a mission and obtain whatever he could. 

[Neutrino 47]

(nope. I'm pretty sure that TD is working for the MI6. And yes, it is confusing. Like, the serpnt meeting room is being used for briefing the 'bad guys' TD was briefed in the MI6 room 'Siernus'. Plus i'm the DM so, I have to play as both sides. check back at previous posts if you've forgotten)

[GameytheGeemer 147]

 

 

"Chains and Nat, my prize is located at lucky dip casino. The big one. The place where fortunes are made and lost in a matter of minutes. Tomorrow, you will enter the back of the building and enter the sublevels. Once below, in the super size maze, you will find and retrieve the NAC drive implamets from the appropriate target agents. If the agents are still alive, surface them and bring them to the safepoint to be . If the agents are deceased... *ahem* 'remove' the NAC drives. These hold all the critical information to the whereabouts of my snake eyes. Ready?"

 

"I'll say, that sounds, reasonable. After all, if these die are as powerful as you say, than espionage would definitely be better than guns blazing." He said, looking over Natalie.

 

'I wonder why she looks so much like a dude' he thought in his head. But none the less, he was already preparing the mods on his guns. Namely things like silencers and the like.

 

"The only thing I'd say we add to the list is a sniper, and I can get a very tempting gun for even the best of them." He added, half paying attention and half lost in thought.

[Neutrino 47]

"What'cha lookin a Me for?" Natalie said in possibly the most bitchyest voice Chainmail had heard. "I ain't the one askin' for s'more fat-ass guns! I'd think tha-"

"-Hush now!" The voice from the speakers yells, silencing the freakishly masculine mare cold, his last syllable was irradiated with impatience, ending in 'wha'. After a short pause, he continued in a more pleased manner "As for you Tim, I'm sure you can show Chains our... Extended... weapons vault. And please keep him away from the Crimson Mamba... I'm keeping her for a very, very special operation in the near future. That will be all."

Edited February 18, 2014 by Neutrino

[Courageous Thunder Dash 7,824]

@@Neutrino,

 

(OOC: Right, I was working as MI16. Ignore that last post. Detril still needs to respond, which is why it probably threw me off.)

 

Thunder waited patiently for a mission, so that he could take action. "Jeez, what is up with these ponies?" Thunder through to himself.  

[GameytheGeemer 147]

@@Neutrino,

 

"Wait, what's this about a weapons vault. Why wasn't I told about that before I brought all my own guns?" He asked, putting his now 3'8'' long revolver back in hammerspace.

 

"As for this Crimson Mamba, it sounds like something fierce." He added, now actually paying attention.

[Neutrino 47]

"There are many things my boss conceals from you two." Tiny Timothy explains, rolling his eyes. "Now, do you want to pick a weapon? Pick anything up and it's yours, no fee." the midget says while exiting. "Nat. See to your ride! Your vehicles enhancements are complete!" the high-tech door vertically opened, allowing the two to leave. Natalie, still stern-faced, began striding towards the opposite door at the other end of the room.

Edited February 18, 2014 by Neutrino

[GameytheGeemer 147]

(sorry for taking so long. I started playing skyrim, and wrote a story about a cybernetic banana killing mega cyber mecha robo hitler. So, I've been destracted for the last few hours.)

 

After a second or 2 of the door opening, Chain Mail teleported into the garage, holding a set of twin swords in his hand and wearing a bullet proof tuxedo.

 

"So then, two separate cars. That's fair I guess." He said, opening one half of the garage to his best car. A modified Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. Unlike the vanilla, this one had around 20 defensive mechanisms, it also had its engine set up to hit 275, not much better than the original 269 but good enough so that it could out run any trouble, and go from 0-60 in 2 seconds flat.

 

Also, it looked badass.

 

"So then, what can your car do?" He asked.

[Neutrino 47]

(OOC-

wrote a story about a cybernetic banana killing mega cyber mecha robo hitler

- What? I mean thats fine/cool, but WhhhhaaaaThhhhhheeFuuuuuuqq? Oh and plz change "two seperate cars" into "a Bugatti and a motorbike" )

 

"My specifications?" Natalie proposed while smiling and hopping onto her highly modified super-bike. "About ah 1000 cc engine, top speed of... hmm...320kmph. Eight speed transmission. For suspension shes got reversed telescopic adjustable forks incuding spring preloaders, rebound and compression dampeners, oscillating rear fork, lightweight chassis composed of magnesium/aluminium alloy with differentiated profile arms and hydropneumatic-adjustable poly-shock-absorbents, electronic assisted steering systems, high pressure fuel injectors, liquid nitrogen coolant, singular exhaust with a crap ton of accelerator modifiers, not to forgeh- ... Are you even listening?" She finishes her list of many alterations to her bike and asks Thunder the question.

Edited February 19, 2014 by Neutrino

[GameytheGeemer 147]

@@Neutrino,

 

"Course I am. Basically it's a bike built for speed and no combat. Hell, half those things are things you'd need for going 300 kilometers an hour to keep you from flying. I'd give it an 8 out of 10, if only for the lack of weapons." He said, evaluating the bike. It was a fair piece of work.

 

"I'm almost tempted to see if you can live up to the hype of that bike." He said, starting his own cars engine.

[Neutrino 47]

"Why do you think I'm here?! ... Listen, *changes to a soft and compassionate tone* perhaps we got on the wrong hoof here. I'm an excellent driver -and don't get me wrong, you probably are too- *portrays a schoolgirl smile* but I won't need guns because I will have two A-F-D's up my ass *still holding the kind tone*. You may have known some of the next missions traits if you had tabs on little Tim. Or if big boss trusted you more. Swick move on that bank... He's gonna love you for that. *voice alters back to normal tone* Let's hope these agents are still alive, I want to use my interrogation tools." After her speech like information, Natalie opens a small compartment, in which there is a knife:

She licks the top of the blade and giggles with insanity. Then, she slides the blade back and re-fitts it into the bike.

 

(Out of all the badasses, she's more likely to kill out of pleasure than business. Oh, and an AFD is an Armed Flight Drone.)

Edited February 20, 2014 by Neutrino