![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Welcome to the Project
Jan. 26th, 2016 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_informantNo.
It was quite clear to him when his superiors called him into C&C that someone had said that pesky little word to them. The idea that someone could refuse something so noble a calling as that offered by the Project was quite beyond his understanding. Even he said yes when they came to knock upon his door, so to speak. Even he's suited up and decided to fight for truth, patriotism and, you know, not being glassed. That would be a total bummer to his lifestyle.
Which is why, he supposes, he ends up here, two weeks after the rejection. The boy seemed to have disappeared after his rejection of the program. The Director and Counselor couldn't spend the time on this one candidate when they needed to go around grabbing up the others they needed for the program. Not wanted, needed. But this one, this one seems to have caught the imagination of his superiors, or maybe the AI they don't want him talking to or involved with or distracting before it is properly time for Alpha to start evaluating them. Yet this one they can't let go, or Alpha can't, because even weeks later the bosses are angry, Alpha has a plan, and Florida has an insertion point and orders to not come back without the man or his body.
"Drop point in three," Niner informs him and Florida slings himself out of the gunner's chair and moves toward the back of the dropship. "Step smart, Butch."
"I can't imagine doing anything else, ma'am."
He heads into the back, grabs his duffel, and when the back ramp starts to open Florida grins. Forest drop. They're always so considerate to him. He's got such a lovely place for his initial eval of the fortifications held by the mercenary company the man has taken up with. Well, actually, calling them mercenaries is probably charitable. They're probably more likely along the lines of Innies, and why they still care to keep fighting when the very survival of humanity is on the line is beyond him.
When his feet hit the ground it's in a small forest clearing and he waves at the already gone Pelican. How fun. With that he moves forward and immediately stashes half of the contents of his bag under a tree he's hollowed around the roots of. Then, geared up with a sniper rifle with a long range scope, a pair of infrared goggles, and other necessities for staking out the location for his initial pass into a bag on his back. He's quick and silent through the trees until he's near the border. For hours he lays there, watching the walls. Interesting. Once he feels like he's got a feel for the rounds on the wall (not nearly as attentive as he'd maintain if he ever cared to maintain a fortification), it's time to test response rates. With a grin Florida puts a tranquilizer dart in the neck of one of the men on the wall, then rushes off to another spot to hide himself, climbing up a tree.
Now to see what happens, especially since the target should be passing the point where the man has fallen unconscious now rests in just a few moments...
It was quite clear to him when his superiors called him into C&C that someone had said that pesky little word to them. The idea that someone could refuse something so noble a calling as that offered by the Project was quite beyond his understanding. Even he said yes when they came to knock upon his door, so to speak. Even he's suited up and decided to fight for truth, patriotism and, you know, not being glassed. That would be a total bummer to his lifestyle.
Which is why, he supposes, he ends up here, two weeks after the rejection. The boy seemed to have disappeared after his rejection of the program. The Director and Counselor couldn't spend the time on this one candidate when they needed to go around grabbing up the others they needed for the program. Not wanted, needed. But this one, this one seems to have caught the imagination of his superiors, or maybe the AI they don't want him talking to or involved with or distracting before it is properly time for Alpha to start evaluating them. Yet this one they can't let go, or Alpha can't, because even weeks later the bosses are angry, Alpha has a plan, and Florida has an insertion point and orders to not come back without the man or his body.
"Drop point in three," Niner informs him and Florida slings himself out of the gunner's chair and moves toward the back of the dropship. "Step smart, Butch."
"I can't imagine doing anything else, ma'am."
He heads into the back, grabs his duffel, and when the back ramp starts to open Florida grins. Forest drop. They're always so considerate to him. He's got such a lovely place for his initial eval of the fortifications held by the mercenary company the man has taken up with. Well, actually, calling them mercenaries is probably charitable. They're probably more likely along the lines of Innies, and why they still care to keep fighting when the very survival of humanity is on the line is beyond him.
When his feet hit the ground it's in a small forest clearing and he waves at the already gone Pelican. How fun. With that he moves forward and immediately stashes half of the contents of his bag under a tree he's hollowed around the roots of. Then, geared up with a sniper rifle with a long range scope, a pair of infrared goggles, and other necessities for staking out the location for his initial pass into a bag on his back. He's quick and silent through the trees until he's near the border. For hours he lays there, watching the walls. Interesting. Once he feels like he's got a feel for the rounds on the wall (not nearly as attentive as he'd maintain if he ever cared to maintain a fortification), it's time to test response rates. With a grin Florida puts a tranquilizer dart in the neck of one of the men on the wall, then rushes off to another spot to hide himself, climbing up a tree.
Now to see what happens, especially since the target should be passing the point where the man has fallen unconscious now rests in just a few moments...
