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The Unit: Grimm beginnings

Aellon

Aellon

Planetoid
Joined
May 9, 2011
S.U.P.E.R. Headquarters
Mission Day 1: 08.55

Eoghain looked up from his computer and looked at the clock. The morning briefing was about to begin. The first briefing of the Unit. Seven agents, all with their own specialities, their own quirks and their own reasons for being here. They were as varied a bunch as one could find, but they had one thing in common. In the last week, they all died. Or well, that's what the world thought. In the last few days, Eoghain had met with each of them personally, discussing their new situation. And this morning, each of them was being brought in from their respective safehouses. He stood up and walked to the meeting room where they would soon meet. Eoghain had hoped to break them in gently, but sadly they'd received a case late last night. A serious one that he could not ignore. He walked into the room and opened the door towards the entrance hallway, and waited for his agents to walk through the door.
 
Xavier Rollins
Enroute from Safehouse to Headquarters

"Good Morning!" Xavier said with a bright smile at the nondescript agent waiting next to the equally nondescript black SUV, both of which seemed to announce 'Fed' through their obvious attempt to blend in. He wondered if that were part of the reason for the unusual recruitment method used to secure his services? Many federal agencies were 'inbred' with their ideas and tactics, always one step behind the bad guys who were by their nature more individualistic and therefore more innovative than the slowly turning gears of government bureaucracy. Xavier was confident in his rather unique perspective on whatever crime syndicates he might be expected to help disrupt, though he had little idea what his skill set would bring to the party. Of course, he was only assuming it was major crimes that would be the quarry, so far other than an assurance of making a difference between the balance between good and evil in the world, Xavier had almost no idea of how exactly he would contribute to that difference. It was a leap of faith.

He had prayed and agonized over his decision as it was not something that could be reversed easily, if at all. Some elements were easy, he had no surviving immediate family to miss him, no wife or girlfriend to mourn him. Some elements were more difficult, he had devoted his life to the church and to a lesser extent the US Navy as a chaplain. Twelve years of ministering to men and women who were wrestling with the loss of friends and the loss of their own morality and humanity had been meaningful work. Could he ever transition to some quiet parish and take his new flocks problems as seriously as the life and death struggles going on everyday in war zones around the world? Or if he continued his studies of the origins of faith, of the struggle of good and evil, be the same in the seclusion of the archives of the Holy See? Would it be quite the same as risky forays deep into ancient Babylon and rest of the fertile crescent, the cradle of civilization and the origins of his and other faiths? In the end taking 'death' was not that difficult of a decision. Having made it, he slept quite well and was alert and ready for this, the first day of the rest of his own resurrection of sorts.

"Good Morning Mr. Gleeson." He said with the same bright smile as the door opened as he entered the entrance hallway. "Thank you." He said to the agent who had delivered him, who seemed to be waiting for the AD's acknowledgement before departing, as if getting a receipt for delivering a package. Xavier was very much looking forward to meeting the rest of the Unit and finding out what exactly he had gotten himself into. He looked at the AD thoughtfully, something appeared to have him a bit unsettled, but he didn't pry and there was no sense giving good news over and over as everyone arrived.
 
Jacob Marlowe
Enroute to Headquarters from [REDACTED]

Jacob was absolutely ready to burst with excitement as he sat in the back of his SUV as the call had come in that they were being taken into the field. Finally! Marlowe was eager to get into the field and start researching up close and personal. So eager in fact that he'd nearly forgotten his notes and equipment. He couldn't forget that. No no no, he'd have to swallow a cyanide pill if he forgot his notes. He was at the forefront of a new branch of science and technology, a branch that could open up new and exciting doors for the world. True, their exploits would be unknown to the public for security reasons but the exploits that could come from it? Truly amazing. Jacob fiddled with some of his equipment as they drove along, specifically working on a pair of leather gloves lined with metal and wires. The agent in the back looked at Jacob and raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell is that?" he asked. Jacob looked up and then slid the gloves away.

"Nothing! Nothing nothing nothing. Just something I've been fiddling with. Hopefully something I can test in the field" he said. Jacob spoke fast and precisely. The man was wired and full of pure chaotic energy. Part of it was who he was as an individual, part of it was he spent most of his time with enough caffeine in his system to kill a large animal. Jacob didn't believe in sleep and often went long periods of time without it. If he wasn't awake and researching, he was wasting precious time. That was why he'd agreed to come to the Unit, a chance to be at the forefront before anyone had eyes on. Not to mention free reign to test his experiments and theories. He wasn't tied down by family or friends. Hell he spent most of his time in a workshop anyway. The only thing he had in his life was his cat Tes and the Unit didn't have an issue with him keeping him.

The SUV stopped and Jacob practically bolted into the Headquarters like a maniac. He was quite spry and as he came through the door he tripped and dropped his files. He cursed and began gathering, blushing in embarrassment. "Damn damn damn! Sloppy sloppy sloppy!" he muttered to himself as he stood up and offered an apologetic look to Director Gleeson. He glanced to the large black man in the room and gave him a once over. It was calculating, like Jacob was deeming the man a threat or not. "This must be Xavier Rollins. Pleasure to meet you sir" he said with a curt nod as he took a seat and adjusted his files and notes, setting the black duffel on the floor by his chair
 
Mike Charon
From Safehouse to Headquarters

Having showered and shaved after his morning run, Mike started outside for the non-decal black SUV wearing a pair of OCP's with the top being designed to wear plate carriers more comfortably, a pair of coyote brown 5.11 lightweight boots, and a digital watch. His velcro name tapes and patches were virtually non existent being apart of an official unit. He gave a simple 'Hey' for the driver, staring off dismally into the features outside his car window inbound for his new life and new work place.

He was still coming to terms with such an undertaking that he wasn't quite sure about what exactly he was getting himself into, but then again it was a decision not taking lightly. The emotional trauma his extended family had to go through and himself was bothersome, but he had hoped he made the right choice. Apart of a shadowy organization, not many can say they were apart. When they arrived, Mike stepped out of the SUV with his sleeves rolled up.

This was kind of like stepping virtually into the unknown. He may had seen the researchers and field agents on a couple of glances, but he was never fully introduced properly due to the inprocessing phase being extensive, to say the least. So when he entered, most of them were as good as strangers. But, he did resort back to his proper customs and courtesies taught to him by his parents, and the military nonetheless. He gave a light nod in a reserved manner, but a firm greeting to Xavier and Jacob's direction, and readying his hand to give out hand shakes if needed to exchange pleasantries. "Hey, how're y'doing."
 
Astrid Kowalski
Enroute from Safehouse to Headquarters



Saying goodbye without actually saying goodbye to her family had been one of the hardest things Astrid had ever had to do but it was necessary. She would soon be dead, at least officially. She tried getting through the Sunday family dinner without imagining the tears on her mothers face and the anguish she, her step dad and half-sister would go through when they were informed that her car had been blown up with her in it. Afterwards she had gone back home packed a few items of personal and emotional value to her and said goodbye to herself in the mirror. Six hours later at five am she was officially dead and waiting for her new life to begin in a safehouse.

Waiting had never been one of her more prominent skills, not even in the relative luxury of a well equipped safehouse. She had spent most of the four days waiting playing videogames and working out.

It seemed the headquarters, which would also be her new home, was outside the city limits in the middle of nowhere. It looked like an abandoned processing plant and she was sure it was not marked on any maps. This was after all the single most clandestine agency in the country and she wasn't sure even the president or any of his security advisers was in the know of it's existence. It was quite possible that if you looked deep enough it might not even be connected to the government, officially or not.

As she stepped out of the car and into the building furthest to the East, by her calculations, she was met by an elderly woman who simply referred her to the office of the Assistant Director. The team was gathering for their first briefing. She could leave her bags with the woman and she would make sure they got to her room.
"Careful you don't lose them," Astrid said with a crooked smile.
"I'd really hate having to find a new bondage Barbie," she added and decided to take the stairs rather than the elevator. It would be good to get the blood pumping since she had not had time to do her morning work out before being picked up.

As she walked through the doors to the conference room she wore tight brown leather jeans, a black long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to about half her arm and a knee length black coat. She gave the Assistant Director a nod and then nodded at the others that were gathered before finding a seat some distance away from the others.
 
Felicia
Entering headquarters.

Felicia Howard had been very busy the last few days. For one, she was still getting used to the name Felicia Howard. She'd spent all week learning the details of her cover identity, including learning every detail of a thesis she never wrote, just in case she'd ever get called on it. And then she spent a few days learning the medical info of her colleagues. Blood types, congenital anomalies, medical procedures. She knew all of the info would be in the unit's database, but what if the computer was down, or they were far out in the field. And so, she'd spent her hours reading.

Her death had been simple. A university student with no direct family, known for partying went overboard during a party on a yacht. There'd be search parties, maybe even a t.v. crew,, but in a few days, everybody would have forgotten. Sad really, if you think about it. Sure, her 'friends' would talk about her now and then, but no one really would miss her.

And now it was time. She got up, put on a nice bright green summerdress. She gathered her little friends and walked out to the waiting SUV. The car screamed FBI, which was sort of the point, she reckoned. People tended to avoid these cars, and automatically give them right of way. Wouldn't want to piss off the FBI. It was a long and boring drive, and the accompanying agents were about as entertaining as a bag of wet sand. She was relieved when they finally arrived, and she could get out.

She walked inside and scanned the people present, she felt like she knew all of them already from their files. She also noticed Director MacGleeson. She still wasn't convinced it was his real name, but the man had been adamant. She walked up to him and saluted. "Agent Felicia Howard, reporting for duty" she said, before walking around the table, sitting down next to Astrid. She did feel slightly underdressed for the occasion. She wished the director had told her.
 
Xavier Rollins
Headquarters Front Entrance.

As Jacob made a stumbling entrance in the front door, Xavier without hesitating moved towards him, offering him a hand up and help collecting his files from the floor. "Are you OK?" He asked with a sincerity that avoided any mockery of his less than impressive start to his first day. "It looks like you have done your homework, Jacob isn't it?" He commented though he wasn't examining the contents of any of the documents, just helping to gather them. "Xavier is fine." He said, offering a firm handshake. He offered good mornings to the rest as they arrived and seeing the flow of folks into the conference room soon followed suit.

He respected Astrid's desire to set off on her own and took the chair next to the head of the table, the one that most clearly faced the one apparent entrance and exit to the conference room. It was something of a force of habit, one part security but mostly an inherent curiosity for anyone arriving to join them. Felicia looked so young as she entered and saluted, a young doctor, very impressive. He hoped she wasn't busy in that capacity but if she was he prayed she was as brilliant as she seemed. He watched quiet and polite, more eager to learn more about his comrades than to express any opinion or concern as to how they would get started. He was dressed simply in civilian clothes, leaving behind the uniforms that would clearly indicate his past lives he had agreed to leave behind. This was a fresh start for him, for all of them, except maybe the AD, he gathered they would soon learn what had him looking troubled on this first day.
 
Apologies to everyone, sadly I got hit by the Covid really bad and went to hospital end of March. It took me almost three months to recover to a comfortable level.

While in hospital I was sadly unable to communicate.
 
Well I don't think there's a possibility of reviving the roleplay but I'm so glad that you've managed to recover from that horrible illness and am glad you're able to return to us safely.
 
Oddly I don't seem to get notifications for this.

If people wish to restart I'll see to it. Just need a few days to get back up to speed.
 
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