TheRockInception
You're literally looking at a $2,000 meme machine
(My first quest rp, oh boy, let's see where this leads us)
It all started with an email.
The year was 1995. A lot of things were going down. The Oklahoma City Bombing, the United States imposing sanctions upon Iran, The Metro Subway attack in Japan, Al Gore being exposed in a love tryst with an endangered tree owl, the economic recession caused by NAFTA was starting to set in. NAFTA was a huge disaster for America: Many jobs were outsourced within 2 years of its signing into law by President Bill Clinton. People were angry, rightfully so. I wasn't, I didn't care. I worked for the government, specifically the Central Intelligence Agency's Special Activities Division. I had the lowest chance possible for my job to be outsourced: I'm an employee for the Federal Government, or at least I was. I wasn't there because I was qualified, I was just a lowlife secretary that was good at managing a bit of everything. I shouldn't have been put in charge of managing everything because of one email.
It was 11 in the afternoon at Langley in the summer of '95. An Email was sent to John P. White: Secretary of Defense. How it got in the CIA's Email server, I don't know. But the contents were... unnerving. It read about a potential threat to US National Security. A right wing extremist was reported to have left the country, according to the Email. The rest of the Email requested that the FBI attempt to track his plane down. I printed out the email, shoved it in my briefcase, and deleted the Email. Days afterword I didn't see anything similar to the Email in the Email server. Eventually, I was offered a promotion to a field agent. They taught me how to use a gun, but I didn't really get to go out and do field work, I was still just a secretary.
It's 2000. I collected enough information on this terrorist through emails with the CIA and FBI. Apparently, close associates have called him nothing other than the "Clairvoyant". I became obsessed with taking down this terrorist, or extremist as the FBI calls him. There's a boatload of money, and I need it. And besides, it would be kind of fun, wouldn't it? The last piece of information I've collected on him points to a trove of information in Ossetia. Bad news is, Ossetia is in turmoil as the Ossetian Rebel Forces attempt to fight back against the Moscow backed government. Seems this terrorist has paid them a sum of money to hide information for him. The rest of the world wouldn't suspect a thing. A CIA higher up authorized an operation and I'm supposed to meet him at Langley airport tonight. He has a team on standby, willing to walk me through the whole thing. My name is Brian Lishman, and I'm taking down the Clairvoyant.
(First reply is the first action I will respond to)
Right now you're in your office at Langley. You are currently wearing a T-shirt and Jeans. You do not have an equipped weapon. You have two options.
A. Head down to the firing range.
B. Head to the parking lot and go to Langley airport.
It all started with an email.
The year was 1995. A lot of things were going down. The Oklahoma City Bombing, the United States imposing sanctions upon Iran, The Metro Subway attack in Japan, Al Gore being exposed in a love tryst with an endangered tree owl, the economic recession caused by NAFTA was starting to set in. NAFTA was a huge disaster for America: Many jobs were outsourced within 2 years of its signing into law by President Bill Clinton. People were angry, rightfully so. I wasn't, I didn't care. I worked for the government, specifically the Central Intelligence Agency's Special Activities Division. I had the lowest chance possible for my job to be outsourced: I'm an employee for the Federal Government, or at least I was. I wasn't there because I was qualified, I was just a lowlife secretary that was good at managing a bit of everything. I shouldn't have been put in charge of managing everything because of one email.
It was 11 in the afternoon at Langley in the summer of '95. An Email was sent to John P. White: Secretary of Defense. How it got in the CIA's Email server, I don't know. But the contents were... unnerving. It read about a potential threat to US National Security. A right wing extremist was reported to have left the country, according to the Email. The rest of the Email requested that the FBI attempt to track his plane down. I printed out the email, shoved it in my briefcase, and deleted the Email. Days afterword I didn't see anything similar to the Email in the Email server. Eventually, I was offered a promotion to a field agent. They taught me how to use a gun, but I didn't really get to go out and do field work, I was still just a secretary.
It's 2000. I collected enough information on this terrorist through emails with the CIA and FBI. Apparently, close associates have called him nothing other than the "Clairvoyant". I became obsessed with taking down this terrorist, or extremist as the FBI calls him. There's a boatload of money, and I need it. And besides, it would be kind of fun, wouldn't it? The last piece of information I've collected on him points to a trove of information in Ossetia. Bad news is, Ossetia is in turmoil as the Ossetian Rebel Forces attempt to fight back against the Moscow backed government. Seems this terrorist has paid them a sum of money to hide information for him. The rest of the world wouldn't suspect a thing. A CIA higher up authorized an operation and I'm supposed to meet him at Langley airport tonight. He has a team on standby, willing to walk me through the whole thing. My name is Brian Lishman, and I'm taking down the Clairvoyant.
(First reply is the first action I will respond to)
Right now you're in your office at Langley. You are currently wearing a T-shirt and Jeans. You do not have an equipped weapon. You have two options.
A. Head down to the firing range.
B. Head to the parking lot and go to Langley airport.
