Painter sighed. "More debriefings, more meetings." No doubt Sarah would ask where the Beta team was, why only one of their members had returned, if something had happened, if he had slipped. He glanced back at Anya and noticed that she was looking away, as if trying to concentrate. Strange. He shrugged it off as he stepped into the main room. "Hello, Commander Warren." Sarah, a tall, slim figure, was standing by one of the large operating chairs. "Director Nighthawk," Painter nodded. "Ah, and Captain Anya White. I was hoping you'd be here. Do you know where the rest of your team is?"
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Ooc: xD A fight, a return from a mission. It's actually pretty good. Just read it real quick, or run in through your team's entrance and herald the long-awaited return of Team Beta. You could say that although you were with Team Alpha, you were with Team Beta when the two split yada yada. But there's some info you'll need on page three, so fix your bio.But yeah, it's a good story. Actually, I'm going to read it too. XD
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
"No," Anya answered. She looked down, "I do not. I'm sorry, I can't help but feel as if its partially my fault. I ran ahead. But I did help out Alpha. As far as I know, they're still alive and well. You know Shepard, he's not gonna let his team fall." She smiled. He was one of the oldest and most experianced. No way he would let any of his team fall. Never in a million years.
-- Edited by Goldheart on Saturday 15th of August 2009 02:11:52 AM
Sarah nodded. "As it turns out, I do know Commander Shepard." She looked up, as if searching for her lost team. "Hopefully they will return before night falls. I cannot promise any kind of surveillance or back up after then." She looked back at the computers, on which various street corners were showing. Cameras had recently been implanted in buildings, studying the streets. "However, Captain White did help my team. We were ambushed by government agents. There were at least a dozen, maybe more. Without Anya, we would have had many more injuries," Painter interrupted the awkward silence. "Ambush?" Sarah's voice had jumped higher. "The operatives knew you'd be coming?" "Apparently so. They were stationed across a street that they knew we would have to pass. They shot at me just as I was scouting the street. That was when our two teams split up, just in case my team got captured. Shepard knew too many fighters was a hazard rather than a help and took his team on a roundabout, so not all would be lost. I'm sure he'll return soon." Painter explained the scenario from the day. It had been a while since he had been shot. Sarah nodded and turned to Painter's brother, murmuring with him about defense.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
OOC: read it.. and edited my bio. I'll just jump in right now with Anya and Painter talking to Sarah.. I guess. I really don't know how to RP here.. so tell me if my posts are wrong :)
IC: Alyssa sighed, putting her gun up. She was breathing hard. The ambush scared the crap out of her. Her leg was wounded badly.. not that bad, but she had to limp. She didn't say a word as Sarah, Anya, and Painter talked. She just sat and listened.. quite unusual for her. Alyssa replayed the battle in her head.. or the part when she was shot. She was firing her gun, sensing something was wrong, when she realized she was going to get shot. Alyssa ducked; and the bullet hit her leg. It wasn't that bad; it could've hit her head if she didn't duck. She continued to listen, half lost in her thoughts.
Painter glanced behind him and noticed Alyssa had joined them. Had she been in the fight? He honestly couldn't remember seeing her. "Alyssa, were you with Team Beta?" He asked, half turning. If she had been, maybe she knew where they were. Blood was seeping out of the wound in her leg, and that could mean two things. One, she had been with Team Alpha, or two, Team Beta had run into trouble.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Anya listened to them intently. Was Painter sticking up for her? She couldn't figure out what his meaning was behind the statement he had made about her. She watched Sarah whisper to Logan. Obviously they were discussing new methods of fighting. She wondered what all of this new talk of training would consist of. Then her mind wandered to her team. And prayed silently they would make it back before dark. Otherwise, was there any hope for them? She glanced quickly at Painter. He always had such a serious expression on his face. Always knowing what to say and when. Unlike her.
Alyssa shook her head. "No. I was with the alpha team." She grimaced. "They're lost.. in trouble.." she sighed. What would happen if they got caught? They would be exposed... the Nighthawks, at least. And then the government would know to find them by their tattoos. She sighed. That'd be terrible. Death sentences. Too many. She gripped her leg as pain seared through her body. Lyssa clenched her teeth. She needed treatment.
Painter glanced at Alyssa and noticed the expression of agony on her face. He spun around, his trench coat fluttering behind him. "Alyssa, did the bullet that hit you look anything like this?" Painter pulled a bullet out of one of the pockets in his pants, holding it up. He recognized that look of agony. It had happened once to him too, a certain kind of bullet. The bullet he was holding up had some kind of swirl engraved on the side, as if helping to make it faster. He looked straight into Alyssa's eyes, ignoring Sarah's shocked exclamation and Nathan Crowe's entrance from the side.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."