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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 9:38 pm
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Cargo was their normal job, it was when they were usually assigned to carry, but it wasn’t unheard of for Jerome’s team to transport people. Jerome was usually the one put in charge of that, and depending on the danger of the mission he would bring along a few of his assigned grunts. Not too long ago he had been approached by another Agent, one that introduced himself as Bishop, a man taller them himself with slicked back black hair and a piercing kind of look to him, saying that he was an Intel Agent who was assigned his own team of Grunts for training. The offer that continued this explanation was a request to train together with one of the transportation teams, in those cases when a transport for the operatives would need to be delivered and picked up.
And that’s exactly how Jerome’s team of transporters ended up in a training room with a group of grunts from the intelligence department. Jerome lead the group, the leaner man, dressed in his white Agent uniform, dreadlocks loose and draping over one side of his head, though with a somewhat mellow stride he walked through the room, and toward the other Agent to greet him and check his grunts in.
Behind Jerome, a small group of Grunts followed, peering around at the other grunts as they entered, a dark haired Asian with a round face and intrigued features, just in front of him a small overly thin women with a withdrawn demeanor stood among the men, and the last two were faces Aija would probably recognize. The shorter form of a blond, standing next to the man with sharp yellow eyes and slicked back light brown hair, Kyle examined the room with little interest and a measure of contempt. He wasn’t usually happy with transporting people, they talked too much for him, and unlike the cargo they carried. And white he had gotten used to the chatter of the team he drive with, he wasn’t so much looking forward to a whole group of intelligence grunts. The deep frown set over his face only grew as his eyes settled on a figure that he recognized within the new faces. “… Great.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 10:31 pm
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Aija looked over the newcomers as they entered, her face solemn(and tired) as she made notes on all of them, something she'd add to her journal later. One, the Agent, she'd seen around before; two she hadn't seen before, so she took a good look and made a mental note to catch their names before the meeting end, and the last two...
It took a lot of energy not to sigh. Sure, she'd... kind of patched things up, with the taller one. Kyle. She turned away, not needing to look over Kyle and Ryan, and rubbed her eyes in an attempt to get more focused before the meeting began. After a brief mental prep, Aija gave a small wave to the familiar duo; no grin, just a sign she recognized them. Anything more and her fellow grunts would start asking questions.
... Regardless, they started asking questions. A boy with messy brunette hair and a rumpled uniform leaned in a cupped a hand next to Aija's ear. "Friends? Boyfriend? Oh, rivals, even?" He asked quietly, getting a shove in response, snickering quietly. Aija rolled her eyes. She was glad most of the grunts she'd met in intel were observant, it was kind of a job trait; but it was annoying in the morning.
"Obviously, co-workers," she muttered under her breath, but didn't miss a few on her team giving the transport teams the same thorough once over as well. Finally, Aija gave a smile in Ryan and Kyle's direction, hoping it was diplomatic enough, and casually gestured to the empty seats on one side of her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 11:46 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:07 pm
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Aija rose a brow at the question, taking a second longer than usual to find her words. English was so hard to speak in the morning. Once her retort was made up, she gave a small smile, "Same as you, yes? Am Intelligence, uh...person." And there was a reason she tried to get to know everyone the best she could; never knew who you'd end up having to work with. Not that Kyle was her best success story... but, she tried. "We will be working together?" She asked, slower than usual so he could hopefully understand her, her accent a touch stronger.
Aija folder her hands and rested her chin on them, pretending she was alert and paying attention to whatever was about to begin. In reality she was holding her own head up, letting a bit of hair fall forward and hide her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:55 pm
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The string of logic that lead to what he suspected was her form of a joke, the laugh that followed proved his assumption though he did not return a laugh himself, instead he fixed her with a dull unamused stare. Ryan at least gave a sympathetic smile, though it might have had more to do with Kyle's dismissive response more than anything.
"The goods we transport don't really talk, I think that's a bonus" Kyle sighed turning to face front again.
"The rest of us do." Ryan pointed out.
"So now the team and the goods talk-" folding his arms the man leaned his back further against the seat, glancing from the tiny Intel Grunt back around the group. He recognized a couple other teams from transport, along with their leading Agents. Jerome was still standing at the end of their line, the shorter dark skinned man crossing his arms and conversing with one of the other agents as they seemed to be discussing and dividing up the teams.
"looks like we're getting our assignments now." Kyle muttered, though that reall went without saying as the Agent called Bishop walked up to Jerome and the other Agents.
"Agent Jerome, you'll be taking this team here." A gesture indicated the people that Kyle and the rest were sitting by. "Here are the assignment papers, you just take care of that, once you reach your destination I can take over from there with more instructions."
Jerome nodded, "Aight-"
Kyle's frown deepened.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:52 pm
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