New Experimental RP: The SPO

[princesspeach94]

"I am guessing that journalist will be back." Eric placed the memory card into his phone. "I will network the photographs to the tech in charge of this case. I will return the card to the original owner when he returns." He ejects the card, leaving the pictures on it and sends a copy of the crime scene pictures to the tech in charge of this case.
"This world has gone to the dogs. I haven't seen such death since the last time I set on a battlefield."
Eric grabbed onto a fire escape and climbed up to a roof top away from the crime scene.
"Now I just have to wait."

[Invader]

The train was just reaching its destination.

"John, Richard Davis died while you were gone."

"Really?" Richard Clintocks was one of their small group's best (and only) friends. He was wealthy, and had connections. It was him that bought the Russian-stolen document for them. He'd once said that a government is far more deadly to the average person than any criminal, and it wasn't until recently that Doe believed him.

The deal was, Clintocks gave the Doe clan money and information, and the group would make sense of it and try to plot out where it led (as well as giving Clintocks any of their own information). The metaphorical train had reached the station a few years ago... they were just trying to stay one step ahead of the government now, and failing miserably.

"It's really fishy," James said. "Sort of... just dropped dead, Breitbart-style. Keep your eyes peeled, and try to control your temper next time you're face-to-face with one of those government goons." And with that, he was off.

[princesspeach94]

Eric sighed. He yearned to draw some blood. It was much like this slime, he was addicted to bloodshed. His previous profession quenched the thirst and provided with a decent amount of income as well. Now he worked on the other side of the law, still thirsty for carnage and months when he last killed someone. He had to break the habit, destroy the urges. But it was hard.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

The Air Force Sniper view down his scope as he popped and chewed his gum, he cocked the rifle and took one deep breathe.

[princesspeach94]

OOC: where exactly are you Rosie? We are in New York.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

OOC: where exactly are you Rosie? We are in New York.

OOC: I could be in New York, my character gets around.

[princesspeach94]

OOC: You have not come to the scene and I probably should've cleared this up on the other but I kept putting it off, but a Tech is basically like a Csi for the SPO team, the mainly work with computers and gather evidence. What my character just forwarded some pictures taken by invader's character. You being the first tech we've gotten, it would be only fitting that he is the head tech.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

OOC: New Location, Washington D.C and waiting for a Deployment.

[princesspeach94]

OOC: Washington D.C. is pretty far from New York. This maynot be a scripted RP. But we do have a story line.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

OOC: He can be called out from Washington D.C to New York, if you need him call him.

[Invader]

OOC: D.C. and New York aren't terribly far apart. I thought it was assumed that SPO headquarters was in D.C., anyway.

Also, shouldn't we be having this conversation in the OOC thread?

[princesspeach94]

OOC: Good point.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

Terrance looked around, he was cleaning his kit and rifle just in case something were to happen "Mmmmm..."

[princesspeach94]

Terrance's phone began to ring.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

He flipped his phone open "Calhorian here... talk."

[princesspeach94]

"No need to be rude, Terrance. I pulled off some photos from a memory card I confiscated. I sent you them via The Network. Do you think you can analaze them for any evidence that our photographer missed?"

[Invader]

A slight drizzle was beginning to fall on Manhattan, dampening the streets and making the days of thousands of pedestrians just a little bit worse. As a direct result of this, they became even more irritable than usual. The average New Yorker just wants to get from A to B, and quickly at that. That's why having some slack-jawed idiot in a brown coat wandering (ever so slowly) down Wall Street is liable to piss some people off.

That slack-jawed idiot, while he gave that impression, was actually lost in thought so deep as to short out a lesser man's brain. John Doe had recalled finding something which he had deemed as a digital artifact in one of the first pictures he'd taken, just after that madman made the leap out the window. The individual in question was doubtlessly insane with inhuman rage (you don't take a jump like that and run away like he did, especially after flying out a window), but a picture snapped right before the event at the window had occurred had seemed to show some sort of scales on the madman's skin.

At first it had seemed to be motion blur, but it almost seemed too... clear for that. However, that government Nazi stole his memory card before he could review it. If only I could-

A man, one of the countless businessmen who frequented this particularly narrow (and vital) stretch of road rammed Doe in the shoulder so hard as to throw him on the ground. It wasn't even intentional- he was in a rush to get to his office, and frustrated by a combination of the weather and his long hours. After taking several notably expensive shoes to the face (and everywhere else), Doe was unconscious.

He was rushed to a hospital (what else do you do with a man, bruised and battered on the ground in one of the most important sidewalks in America?), where he had his broken nose attended to. He was just coming to now.

Oh, hell, what happened? Then another thought came to him. I'm a sitting duck here...

[princesspeach94]

Eric returned to the hotel a few hours later, nearly soaked.
"I do not ever recall being poured on so eraticly was a common practice of the weather here." He muttered, putting his coat up.
"At least my daggers are dry." He removed twin leather sheaths from his belt and tossed them on the bed.
"They are much easier to carry than a bloody firearm."

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"Sounds like a plan, it it's encrypted it'll take a few days if not... a few minutes to an hour to have it back and analyzed." Terrance took a bite of his candy bar "My Email on on, send it boss."

[Invader]

"I need to make a phone call," said John. His voice was slightly distorted by his injured nose. I was just trying to blend in with that goddamned crowd...

"Sir, we cannot allow you to get up at this time." The reply came from a nurse, a pretty girl who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Come on, it's just a broken nose!" At this, she gave him a look and walked from the room. Oh, god... how long until they ask for a name, an address... how long until the suits show up!?

[princesspeach94]

"I already have. Whatever we are dealing with is definitely not-human to say the least. The energy surrounding that drug den was nothing I have ever felt before."

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"From analyzing this It's first hand accounts of a shootout in Mexico, the Mexican Federal Instigation Agency and some drug cartel guys... it seems that..." he looked closer at the screen "their hauling more than white boss... it's like... some sort of glowing green thing... maybe alien... maybe not."

[princesspeach94]

"My point exactly. No beast, monster (Except you may consider medusas), I know of would interfere in these kinds of affairs."

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"I'm thinking Aliens are using the open borders to smuggle in Alien techs to sleeper agents?" Calhorian sipped his coffee "but I'm not sure I'm just saying..."

[princesspeach94]

"Forgive me for saying this, but that is the strangest explanation I have ever heard in my lifetime. And I-" Eric stopped mid-sentence. On the outside of his window, in the rain, was a beast.
"Sahdas! Terrenace, call back up! I have company!" He dropped the cellphone and grabbed for his twin daggers from their scabbards.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"BOSS!" Terrance yelled out and clacked away on his computer, hacking into Eric's Cellphone, watching the fight "Boss if you need-."

He facepalmed "He can hear me..."

[princesspeach94]

The once-human obination shattered the glass and entered the room. Eric took a defensive position. It stood up on it's hind legs and extended long claws from it's front feet. "I have no idea what you are, but I am not giving up without a fight."

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"Boss scream if you want me to send help!" he yelled as loud as he could "I'll send a team out."

[princesspeach94]

"You are quite the encourager, Terrenace!" Eric yelled. The obination swiped at him, like an angry cat. "Just send for some damn backup!" He blocked the claws with a dagger before it was able to reach him. Eric was strong, but the monster was stronger. With it's other claw, it knocked the knife out of his hand, sending it into the wall.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

Suddenly two Black Clad Agents burst through the door and open up on the creature "..."

[princesspeach94]

Eric was losing strength quickly. What ever the thing was was draining him physically. He wasn't willing to give up now. He blocked yet another swipe from the obination's claws.

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

The Agents, unload clip after clip on the monster "Sir, you should get out of the way."

[princesspeach94]

"I can keep it at bay, continue to fire!"

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

"But sir, it's not working!" the Agent dodged an Attack,

[princesspeach94]

As a last ditch effort, Eric reached for one of his throwing knives and threw it at the beast. It managed to hit the beast in the neck. The obination howled in pain. "This thing will not live to see the next sunrise." He drove his dagger into the things neck and drew back. The wound began oozing greenish fluid before the monster colasped onto the floor and finally died. "In all my years, I have never seen such a damned beast. Call HQ to get this thing analyzed!"

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

The Two Agents kept their gasmasks on knowing they had to do the job "Yessir..." and poked it with their Mp5's "Sir... it's not acid... should we send it to Cal or have him come down here?"

[princesspeach94]

"It is the thing's blood. It was once human. I do not know how this being became so beastly, but that damnable drug might be the cause."

[L33t B0uncer/R0sie]

Trooper 2 pulled out a body bag and put on an FBI windbreaker "...Lets go Lou..." and the other one did the same, get a badge out and an FBI windbreaker, placing velcro FBI tabs and patches on their body armor in place of the ones.

[Invader]

The noises were faint at first, but grew louder. At first it was a quiet rustling, but it eventually evolved into a clearly-audible scratching noise. This was quickly replaced by the sound of people running and screaming, as well as those gurgling noises. I know that sound... I think my time has come.

The hospital was packed as usual, but it wasn't just anything that would make an entire staff of doctors charge out of their workplace. If it weren't for the gurgling, Doe would have thought a squad of armed gunman were coming to end his life. No, this... this is different...

Through the small window in the door, he saw an inhuman form limp by. My god, that's it. From the picture! John briefly reasoned that someone had taken some Slime and felt the effects, rushing to the hospital just before they turned. You don't see something like that and just let it inside- you shoot it on sight.

He thought he could hear footsteps in the hall...

[princesspeach94]

"I was not here is any real FBI plan to show up." Eric pulled out his other dagger from the wall and his throwing knife from the beast. "I would like to stay 'officially dead' to them." He grabbed his phone, coat, and scabbards. "Can you also send a sample to Terrance? If lead will not kill such an obination, I need to see what will."