I - Coming Together

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I - Coming Together

Postby Scarecrow71 » Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:03 am

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Las Vegas, NV. Home to 2 million locals, and mecca for 40 million tourists every year. Unlike any other city in the world, this is the one place where you can truly find everything and anything you want. Sure, lots of other cities have gambling, and alcohol, and drugs, and even prostitution. But that's just the surface of what you'll find in Las Vegas. There's an entire underground network of things you didn't even know you wanted to think about, all run by organizations both shady and legitimate. And thanks to the city's history, all of it is still influenced in some way by the mob.

The mob. Oh, how this city was better off in the 60s and 70s. You had to wear a suit and tie to get into a casino or show, and the pretty lady on your arm had to be a in dress. Everybody knew their place, and as long as you stayed in your place and respected those around you, times were good. You could win a bit of cash, see a good show, have a decent brandy in a smoking room, find the woman of your dreams, and then lose the cash you won - all in a few hours. And nobody bothered you...so long as you respected the city and the people who lived here.

But that was then, and this is now. The city has gone from being controlled by the mob to being controlled by corporations. Large international conglomerates that have turned the neon lights off, erecting nameless, faceless casinos and hotels all designed for one purpose - bringing in the nameless, faceless tourists and separating them from their money in a variety of legal and illegal ways. Cookie-cutter structures of glass and steel have replaced the iconic hotels that once lined the strip, and people are now more concerned about how to get their picture taken with the Las Vegas sign than they are about what table game to hit next. They city looks good on the surface, but it's a mere shadow of its former self.

The most interesting thing about the city is not how it's changed from neon light to flourescent bulb, but in the people that now call it home. Since the start of what the media has called "The Awakening" in 2010 - the singular greatest leap forward in the evolution of mankind - mutants have flocked to the city, hoping to blend in with the other freaks who call the place home. When the genetic markers for mutation somehow decided to spring to life, all sorts of interesting and new branches of the tree of mankind came forth. Homo Sapiens was no longer a single classification of the species. Science had to split mankind into two categories: Homo Sapiens Inferior, for those without mutations, and Homo Sapiens Superior, for those with.

The 6 years that have passed since this global event have been both good and bad. Fields of science previously unknown have grown by leaps and bounds, driven by the need for HSI's to try and match what the HSS's can just do naturally. And while there is a clear divide between the two groups, most people generally try to live in peace with one another. The Awakening showed that we are all small, and the only way to get through whatever it is that is happening is to live together.

And so, here you are, in the most famous city in the entire world, going about your evening in whatever way you know best. Gambling, working, drinking, working out - whatever it is that you are doing, the night seems to start off as just another ordinary evening. That is, until your cellphone decides it needs some attention. Checking the screen, you see that the number/caller comes across and "Unknown", leaving you no clue as to who would call you so close to midnight...
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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Revan » Wed Mar 02, 2016 11:24 am

Tatyana sighed as she scoured the internet for the materials she needed for her latest project.

For the love of God, where does one find these things? she muttered under her breath. The young woman was looking for quality bullet proof glass, Kevlar, and strong steel plates for a redesign of the classic swat shield.

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She ignored her phone for the first few rings but as the tone grew louder she could no longer ignore it. Who calls at this hour.

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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Vigil » Wed Mar 02, 2016 11:56 am

Skookum had only been living within the confines of Las Vegas for a few weeks - he was still uncomfortable living among "ordinary folks", but he no longer wished to live alone in the wilderness. He'd entered the city, found a job loading freight (under the table), and rented a motel room.

He was on his way to that motel room, following a grueling shift at the warehouse, when his phone rang. He'd only given the number to his employer, so he did not hesitate to answer it. He fished his small pay-as-you-go flip phone out of the pocket of his hawaiian shirt, fumbled it open with his enormous hands, and used a claw to hit the green "answer" button.

"Ungh. Hullo." After so much time living alone, Skookum was not used to speaking aloud - also, the mouth his creators had left him with was not exactly built for it, but he managed to make it work.

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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Genhuman » Wed Mar 02, 2016 7:08 pm

The sun was setting on the Vegas strip. Caesar sat on the bus and sighed as he watched the lively people of Vegas, or at least the more unusual ones that were popping out, now that the sun was going down. It used to be, he didn’t mind riding the bus, but ever since that one day; well, there were times when it got downright frustrating. He mutters aloud to himself, “All I need is for this next commission to through, and then I will have enough for the car.” He chuckle lightly and adds, “Either that, or I need to go and target a drug dealer or something, and take his stash.”

As he sits there musing, some guy in a shiny silver speedo, a blue feather boa, and body paint continually swaying in front of him, blocking his view, he feels his phone vibrate in the breast pocket of his suit. He pulls it out, sees that it is from an anonymous source, taps the phone and moves to return it to his pocket. He gives a small curse when he starts to hear a voice over his Bluetooth. “Damn it, thought I had hit ignore.” He mutters ever so quietly as he listens. His body is on autopilot and he stands to get off as his stop while the voice still talks.
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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Scarecrow71 » Thu Mar 03, 2016 6:14 pm

As you all answer your phones, you hear a series of clicks and beeps coming through the line. After several moments, a man's voice - deep, baritone, reverberating - comes through as well.

"Good evening," the voice starts. "My name is Michael Kim, and I have a proposition for you. For all of you."

There is a slight pause, during which that last part starts to sink in. All of you. As you begin to wonder if you are the only person on the call or not, a second voice comes through. This one in a monotone, computerized voice such as that associated with Stephen Hawking.

"All of us, Mr. Kim?"

"Yes, all of you. All 4 of you."

There is another slight pause, during which you hear another series of small beeps and clicks. And it is during this pause where you realize that you are, in fact, on a conference call of some kind.

"I work for a division in the Department of Homeland Security," Mr. Kim states, "and we have need of services that the 4 of you can provide. Our department has been watching you for some time, and we are most impressed with what we've seen. And we are now reaching out to you because we would like to procure your services.

"Due to the nature of what it is that we require, I cannot give any specifics on the phone. All I can tell you is that you would be helping your country, and your planet..."


"Your planet, Mr. Kim, not mine," the monotone voice comes back.

"Right - our planet; planet Earth, not Kolschei. Anyhow, you'd be helping Earth, specifically the United States of America, with a matter of national security. Call it...research and development. Interested?"
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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Revan » Fri Mar 04, 2016 8:37 am

Da, you have interest, but do you have funds to afford talent? Her thick Russian accent was obvious to all people on the line as Tatyana spoke.

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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Vigil » Fri Mar 04, 2016 9:29 am

Skookum listens with interest... at first feeling as if they had perhaps called the wrong person. As the conversation goes on, he wonders How long have they known about me? Have they been tracking me?

Then, a thought brings ice to the pit of his stomach. Do they know who I am? Do they know... I killed someone? A beat, then Can they... tell me... who I am?

When the voices on the other end begin talking about some alien planet, Skookum almost cannot believe what he is hearing, almost as an instinct, but then he thinks about Las Vegas he lives in, and how many mutants and other non-baseline humans like himself are here, and it occurs to him that he should perhaps take aliens as a given.

As the voice asks if he is interested, he thinks Oh, I'd say I'm interested. Not sure I'll join yet, but definitely interested. Struggling, he tries to give voice to his thoughts. "Unnhh... Yes. Talk better face to face. Not work... for strangers." Over the phone, his voice has an almost Andre the Giant quality, as if he can't quite form the words with his mouth.

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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Genhuman » Sun Mar 06, 2016 8:40 am

Caesar curses silently to himself when he hears the robo-computer-fax sounds over his Bluetooth. He starts to fumble in his jacket when the man begins to talk. It is quickly apparent that this isn’t a recording, and he listens with growing interest.

He scoffs slightly when he hears the words, homeland security and shakes his head. He thinks to himself, that might be what they are telling themselves, or at least feeding to their underlings, but there is no way that something like this would be shunted under that ad hoc department. It would be more likely that homeland security works for them, in the reject division.

His ears perk up at the mention of it not being one of their planets. Oh great, aliens as well. I wonder if they have their papers and are legal. The snarky side of him injects these thoughts before he can help it, as a quick scene from the movie Heavy Metal flashes in his brain. He has no objections to immigrants as a whole, being the son of one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33MV7fvdhxI 1:20 minute mark

Caesar finally makes a comment. “This should be quite interesting, doubly so what sort of contract you will have drawn up, and how we will be paid.” He gives a slightly arrogant chuckle, the arrogance affected as he has found that on the phone, it doesn’t matter how tall you are, to make an impression. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against fighting for king and country, but I am also an American, and we have been pretty much bread to look at the bottom line first. It wouldn’t do to head off and save the world without guarantees our lives will be waiting for us, once things have been taken care of. When and where shall this meeting take place?”
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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Scarecrow71 » Sun Mar 06, 2016 3:16 pm

There is a slight pause after Caesar speaks. You can hear what sounds like breathing and whispering, but before you can get a bead on what it really is the synthesized voice speaks again.

"While I am interested in your terms for payment, I shall give my consent to help you, Mr. Kim."

"So that sounds like at least one firm yes and a couple of maybes. Which I can respect; we all have our own wants and needs, and we don't want to do something without getting something, do we?"

You can hear the shuffling of papers in the background on the phone, and then the sound of footsteps.

"I am authorized to provide payment as would be standard for a hired mercenary; $1500.00 USD for up to 1 week of work, as well as any...medical expenses...you may incur.

"There is a strip mall of sorts at the corner of Wigwam and Maryland Parkway. Part of that strip mall is a coffee shop called Grouchy John's. If this is all satisfactory to you, there will be a pair of black SUVs parked in front of this coffee shop tomorrow morning at 0700 hours, where we can further discuss the details of this assignment.

"If you are there, fantastic. If you fail to show before 0715 hours, this agency will have deemed your answer to be negatory. But I hope to see you all there."


The distinctive sound of the line disconnecting hits your ears.
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Re: I - Coming Together

Postby Genhuman » Tue Mar 08, 2016 4:31 pm

Caesar was about to open his mouth and ask for a contact number, should transportation fail to arrive and deliver him on time; that was until he heard the location of the meet. He couldn’t help but give a quiet chuckle, loud enough to be heard over the conference call. “I for one, intend to be there, but keep in mind, it is not the American way to accept the first offer.” The slight tone of laugher in his voice can easily be discerned.

The next morning, as happens 6 days a week for him anyways, Caesar made his way from his apartment at the Paramount apartment complex, down the street to the corner. Others could make the trip quicker, but he didn’t mind taking in the sights in his own, short legged, waddling way. He never seemed to grow tired of just watching the city.

He steps into Grouchy John’s and heads on over to his favorite seat, pausing along the way to select a volume to peruse. He nods to the waitress and soon enough, she brings over his usual order, a mocha latte’ and a muffin, raspberry cheesecake flavored today, a flavor they don’t normally carry. He glances at the clock, sees that it is barely 5 after 6 in the morning, and settles himself in for an enjoyable wait, taking an occasional pinch from his muffin, a sip from his latte’ then reading a page. Once the page turns, he repeats the procedure, until the muffin is no more.

When he gets a refill on his latte’, his muffin now just an assortment of crumbs, he changes his habit slightly, making sure to keep half an eye out the window, wondering if any of the people, loitering, arriving or passing by could be one of the voices on the phone. He glances once more at the clock, and wonders when these supposed black SUV’s will arrive, and if the drivers will be too stuffy to come in and enjoy a beverage, or not.
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