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ETA in two hours. - Said the pilot through the general comm.

 

Somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean, a helicopter (Well, it looks like a helicopter from the distance) was flying. Destiny unclear, except for those who were boarding it.

 

The pilot had taken all kind of measures in order that they weren't uncovered by radars. Not like there was any kind of problem for flying in open sky - except for the ocassional thermal missile aimed at you -, but hey, one can never be too sure. Anyway, since all worlwide communications were closed, the need for flying equipment was rendered useless: traversing the globe is nowadays considered a capital crime, especially after the . No country wants foreigners, that's for sure.

 

And there were them, trying to go through some countries' border to put the finger on some goddamn bussiness that should only matter the local government.

 

- Christine's going to kill me. - muttered the pilot to himself. - I promised her we would go to the theater today...

 

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Not only the flying bird was different from your typical helicopter, it also didn't resemble any normal plane. It is somewhat big, coated in special, dense colours (that render the machine almost invisible to the naked eye), and a fortune had gone into its mechanical body: the thing hardly make a sound, yet it traveled big distances in a good time. Petrol consumption? Well, that's a different thing.

Over the big, cargo bay (what a lousy way to describe it), lied the War Room. The occupants were all siting down, listening to the debriefing of whatever they had come to do here.

 

One woman was standing up. She looked a bit angry, or maybe she was just distraught. She was pointing at the virtual map generated over the desk at the center of the room. Instructions were being given.

 

Lt. Tear

 

- Venezuela. - She spoke, while staring at every single one inside that room. - Some years ago, Venezuela was on the verge of losing control. Anarchy ran rampant through its streets. When South America choose to divide itself, and its regions started isolating, the Venezuela Government asked Colombia for help. They gave them soldiers and weapons, and with a fist of power, they crushed everything they consider a menace. Drug dealers, criminals, mafias, philosophers and teachers who wouldn't agree to this new country's term. Then, when it was Colombia's turn for help, Venezuela gave them the middle finger, letting the place sink and rot. They also contributed, in secret, to Colombia's downfall. After all, no matter how hard you try, you can never crush all cockroaches: so instead, they throwed Venezuela's trash into Colombia's land. Overwhelmed, Colombia's Government was dissolved, and nowadays it is just a sinner's den.

 

Tear scratched her hair.

- But I'm guessing you all already knew this. - After all, who didn't know about it?

 

 

Frank Valli

 

Conspicuously nervous, the rookie was looking right and left, watching the eccentric team T.E.C.H. had assembled. He was prepared for a lot of things, but...there were the oddities. A living tree? Some dude with skinsuits fetish? A girl with psycopathic problems? What the hell was this?

 

He couldn't avoid feeling itchy. He had never fired a gun before. Despite the training, he still felt like a common citizen than the average comic heroe; something the rest of the team could be mistaken for.

 

- Wh...

He started, but his voice broke. He suspired, and tried again.

- What's our objective here, Litenaunt Tear?

"What kind of name is Tear?" He muttered to himself.

 

 

Lt. Tear

 

The litenaunt stared at the rookie. Newbies annoyed her; they tend to be more of a liability than a helpful tool. This one in particular looked the least promising rookie in the world.

"Cannon folder" - she thought.

- It is no secret that we're going to Venezuela. - She pointed at her ear. - We all heard that the estimated time of arrival is in two hours. Until then, I'd rather you guys kill some time. I know this is a first-time for some of you, but please try to not get in the way when T.E.C.H. is doing its job.

She scratched her hair, again.

- Our intelligence has detected alien lifeforms in Caracas. Our job is to infiltrate Venezuela and dispose of these aliens. We currently don't know the number or raw force they dispose; remember, these monsters can take human form and they're actually intelligent, unlike what Hollywood movies could tell you. When we're off the ship, I'll gave all of you further instructions.

 

She could notice the fear in the rookie's face. First-timer, huh.



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Nina Ek

Nina sat on the helicopter going through her routine. Maintaining the edge of her blade and ensuring her pistols were in operating condition.  One thing about being with T.E.C.H. was the ample ammunition she now had for her guns.  She felt out her new comrade trying to make sense of various intentions with her intuition.  This fast many things were hard to tell. Lt. Tear seemed sensible enough and at very least kept conversation to a minimum, mean while some guy named Frank gave of uncertainty and fear with his questions and overall demeanor. He was not particularly interesting when you considered the group assembled.

Nina felt it best to focus and remain calm and enjoy the feeling of being rested and well fed. She'd let the others act and speak first and by the time they reached their destination she'd know them all better than they expected. At the every least they were going to South America where the hot environment suited her. 



Jack Wade

 

Sitting in the second row, Jack looked very concentrated, as if he was thinking deeply about something. One could clearly see the sweat on his forehead... but wait, this almost seems like fear, doesnt it?

'Uhh... all this flying isn't really my thing. I hate being 10 thousands of feet above the ground, makes my stomache go numb.' he whispered silently to himself.

He tried all kind of means to distract himself, like playing with an ammo clip, but his fear of extreme heights surely didn't go unnoticed.



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Katya Petrov

Katya yawned aloud, folding a page that she was reading and then closing her Bible. Her pale grey eyes looked up at Lt.Tear inquisitively.

"Venezuela? At this time of the year? Surely if you have are this many guns..." she said derisively, glancing at the sweaty fellow wearing sunglasses and the quiet woman with the sword, "you should have sunscreen as well..."

Despite their various attempts to hide it, a few members of the team looked nervous. Katya smilled warmly and stretched out a thin strand of shining wire.

"As long as you watch where you step, you'll have nothing to worry about," she assured them cheerfully.

"Oh and by the way, would you happen to have anymore of this wire? I'm running quite low." she said as she polished it slowly and deliberately, like a chef polishes his knives.



In this day and age, with the Internet, ignorance is a choice! And they're still choosing Ignorance! - Dr. Filthy Frank

Dr.Henry_Killinger said:

 

Katya Petrov

 

 

Frank Valli


- Wh-why would you need that much wire? - Asked Valli. He was damn curious about it, though just after he finished talking, he felt like he shouldn't really have opened his mouth. Something about that woman gave him goosebumps; he tried to avoid any eye-contact, and so he started checking on his own 9mm, hoping he wouldn't be engaged in a conversation.



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Dylan Sommers

 

For his first time on a plane, Dylan seemed quite peaceful on his bench. His head leaned back on the wall, eyes closed. He let out a moan as he stretched his arms and legs, trying not to show too much of his exposed physique. He opened his eyes and grabbed the Beretta from his holster. He let out a sigh as his fingers slowly passed through the engraving on the slide. He stared at the words for a minute or so. He then placed the gun back on the holster and rubbed his palms vigorously. Looking around the cabin, his sights were set on the fresh meat. A rather malicious smile drew on Dylan's face as he stood up and walked to the rookie's sitting place. He just sit there without moving a muscle, not even shaking. The rookie's static eyesight was fixed on something he really didn't want to see.

"Hey, rookie. Eyes up here." Dylan muttered. The rookie looked up, but Dylan crouched to his sight level, forcing him to lower his head again.

Dylan's smile was gone now, "I know you are new here, but... try not to get nervous, okay? Because if you get nervous, you'll get in our way. And if you do get in our way-- BOOM!"

Everyone in the room turned their eyes into the skinsuit wearing maniac.

"...I'll throw you out of this plane... while in the air!" His malicious smile returned with a light cackle, "Come on. Lighten up, rookie!" The holster made a jingling noise as Dylan got up. He then gently tapped the rookie's shoulder and headed back to his bench.



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Frank Valli

 

Katya Petrov

"What a silly question..." she replied, giggling. 

"Well..." she admitted, her cheeks blushing red, "I tend to run out fast."

She let go of one end of the wire and it quickly coiled back unto itself as if by magic. The thick coil of wire looked like it was about 50 feet of it.

"This will only last me a few minutes, if I...take my time."



In this day and age, with the Internet, ignorance is a choice! And they're still choosing Ignorance! - Dr. Filthy Frank

 

Jack Wade

 

The words of Dylan Sommers brought a slight smirk onto Jack Wade's face.

'Mr. tough guy right there really got you buy the balls, eh rookie?' - he smirked again- 'Don't worry, take it easy. You'll get used to the procedure quicker than you think...'

After these words he lit a cigarette and enjoyed it quietly. He seemed to have forgotten about his fear, at least a bit.



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Frank Valli

 

- Take your time...for what? - Asked Frank, again, incapable of controlling his curiosity. Though the question may had been naive, it was a sincere one.

But didn't hear the reply from the woman, as a wall sat down next to him. Using the same methodology, he tried not to look at him, but this time it wasn't that easy. The dude forced the contact. Frank had no option there but to look at him; as if he was being mocked, he had to lower his head in order to maintain correct position.

He tried saying "hi", but then an explosion came out of the wall's mouth. It took Frank with surprise, so he opened his eyes and jumped a bit from his seat, unable to say or do anything after what Dylan had said. Fortunately (if you can call luck being bullied by a not-so bully), the wall stood up and while glaring at him, choosed to dedicate some "kind" words followed by a commonly gesture among friends.

"You aren't my friend, unbalanced asshole". He thought to himself.

- O-okay. - He said, instead. It wasn't the time to materialize his thoughts into words. He didn't want to finish the mission with a broken jab. Or something worse.

 

- ...to the procedure quicker than you think...-

 

He moved slightly to face the man that was speaking. He stared at him, watching how he lighted a cigarette. Frank had quitted a long time ago, but it was tempting to ask one, just to make the stress go away. He went back to check his 9mm, without answering.



Jack Wade


'Take your time with what, eh? Heh, I'm sure you'll know quite exactly what I'm talking about when you're getting used to this job.' Jack said calmly. Jack understood pretty well how the rookie must have felt, after all, everyone starts somewhere, no exceptions.

'Want one? It'll put ya to ease.' He offered Frank Valli one of his cigarettes.



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