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- Joined
- Oct 10, 2012
(Three days ago)
Reaching up she gently removed the ocular implant that served as her right eye. She didn't like using it but she needed something with a camera in order to record the message. They where already starting to lock down the area so she had to move quickly. Everything was set up to broad cast to the BSAA head quarters all she needed was the camera. There would have been a time plugging a small cord into the back of an eyeball would have turned her stomach but to her, her humanity died off long ago. Flipping a small switch she watched with her one good eye seeing the signal was broad casting even if it was weak. Turning her attention to the camera she started to speak. “I know you have been looking for me,” she started speaking from under the hood of her jacket that kept all but a small somewhat delicate chin from being seen. “I wouldn't be contacting you if I could handle this on my own. There is a test of a new bio weapon planned to take place on either Macquarie Island, Australia or on the main land. I strongly suggest sending as many agents as you can. If they succeed in this it will result in one of the worse outbreaks on record and will lead to an extension level event. I will meet your agents at the following coordinate in four days. I recommend hurrying,” she said as the coordinate where transmitted along with the video. The last of the message managed to get out before the signal went dead. Pulling the cord out she leaned back pushing the eye back into place. It would take a few minuets before it reconnected and she had normal vision once more. “Great, making deals with those lazy bastereds,” she muttered as she slipped back on the fingerless gloves looking over the small cave that had been retro fitted as her base.
(Present)
It was a moonless night and thick cloud cover making the darkness all that much more imposing. This was the location and time she was suppose to meet the agents from the BSAA. She wondered how many they would send. Surly they would understand this was important and send as many as they could. Knowing them though they would be late or not even show up at all. Her opinion of them ranked about the same level as used car sales men and lawyers. Still her thoughts would interrupt the beauty of the beach on which she sat. One could just make out the dark ocean beyond and the beach filled with slightly lighter colored sand. She sat against one of the rocks listening to the rhythmic pattern of wave crashing against beach. Once more she wore her knee length jacket with the hood flung over her face. Despite the warm weather she kept a thin scarf up covering the lower half of her face. A thin tank top hung loosely except for across her breasts. Her cargo pants looked like they had long seen better days. Her hands still wearing those same black fingerless gloves rested on the snippier rifle that was propped up against her body.
Laying her head back against the rock she let out a small sigh. Her internal clock read 12:01 am and to her they where late. She would only give them another couple minutes. It must have been hard gathering the army she though was coming which would be the only thing that kept her from leaving. “Figures they can't keep track of time,” she muttered to herself as she continued listening to the waves beat across the beach.
Reaching up she gently removed the ocular implant that served as her right eye. She didn't like using it but she needed something with a camera in order to record the message. They where already starting to lock down the area so she had to move quickly. Everything was set up to broad cast to the BSAA head quarters all she needed was the camera. There would have been a time plugging a small cord into the back of an eyeball would have turned her stomach but to her, her humanity died off long ago. Flipping a small switch she watched with her one good eye seeing the signal was broad casting even if it was weak. Turning her attention to the camera she started to speak. “I know you have been looking for me,” she started speaking from under the hood of her jacket that kept all but a small somewhat delicate chin from being seen. “I wouldn't be contacting you if I could handle this on my own. There is a test of a new bio weapon planned to take place on either Macquarie Island, Australia or on the main land. I strongly suggest sending as many agents as you can. If they succeed in this it will result in one of the worse outbreaks on record and will lead to an extension level event. I will meet your agents at the following coordinate in four days. I recommend hurrying,” she said as the coordinate where transmitted along with the video. The last of the message managed to get out before the signal went dead. Pulling the cord out she leaned back pushing the eye back into place. It would take a few minuets before it reconnected and she had normal vision once more. “Great, making deals with those lazy bastereds,” she muttered as she slipped back on the fingerless gloves looking over the small cave that had been retro fitted as her base.
(Present)
It was a moonless night and thick cloud cover making the darkness all that much more imposing. This was the location and time she was suppose to meet the agents from the BSAA. She wondered how many they would send. Surly they would understand this was important and send as many as they could. Knowing them though they would be late or not even show up at all. Her opinion of them ranked about the same level as used car sales men and lawyers. Still her thoughts would interrupt the beauty of the beach on which she sat. One could just make out the dark ocean beyond and the beach filled with slightly lighter colored sand. She sat against one of the rocks listening to the rhythmic pattern of wave crashing against beach. Once more she wore her knee length jacket with the hood flung over her face. Despite the warm weather she kept a thin scarf up covering the lower half of her face. A thin tank top hung loosely except for across her breasts. Her cargo pants looked like they had long seen better days. Her hands still wearing those same black fingerless gloves rested on the snippier rifle that was propped up against her body.
Laying her head back against the rock she let out a small sigh. Her internal clock read 12:01 am and to her they where late. She would only give them another couple minutes. It must have been hard gathering the army she though was coming which would be the only thing that kept her from leaving. “Figures they can't keep track of time,” she muttered to herself as she continued listening to the waves beat across the beach.
