Realistic or Modern M.A.P.P. (Closed)(IC Thread)

[Crysie]

Gaius Danius Griinia Simple_Traveler DarkiusHeavenstein RayPurchase Canth

M.A.P.P. is the abbreviation for the Mutant and Agent Partnership Program that the government had just put into action with the recent mutant terrorists groups becoming more than the government could handle with their equipment and man power. Some lucky mutants, such as Serena and the other two currently with her, got the chance to be free of the camp. Sure, they'd be under watch 24/7, even at their safe house that they were all going to have to share with each other, but beats being in the camp. Although, the lead explosive implants in their necks along with the tracking chips in their arms seemed a bit excessive, but that was part of the deal to join the program. The government needed a fail safe just in case a mutant decided to try and make a run for it or turn their backs on the agents.

"Alright, well, I'm pretty sure all of you know the details about the program at this point and the rules set in place for all of you. You will be meeting the rest of your team shortly and get your first assignment. You will all be given personal badges and I.D.s later once they are done along with your wallets that will have bank cards in there for you to use. Your bank accounts have already been set up, and you will be paid weekly through direct deposit. Also, whatever money you all had before in your personal accounts were unfrozen and transferred into your new one. Curfew is at 10 pm, don't care how long you stay up, as long as you are inside the house at 10 pm every night unless you have permission from me or are out on an assignment. Anywhere you do go you will have an agent escorting you. Food will also be provided for you, the fridge in your group home will be stocked weekly according to grocery lists that you will turn in weekly. Now, if you have any questions about anything do not hesitate to ask me. I would stick around longer, but I have to get working on your badges and I.D.s and other stuff." The director spoke as he would lead the three mutants from the transport truck to their new work room. "This whole floor is yours and your team's, and the people here are part of your unit, forensics and techs are all ready for any of your requests. Now, go introduce yourself, and try not to cause too much damage, things just got updated to the newest equipment and I would prefer it if I didn't have to put in damage reports just yet." He said with a soft chuckle before urging the mutants towards three agents who would be standing in the center of the room at the big screens. "Someone will be by in a bit with all your stuff, phones, electronics, communications devices, all the works." With that last bit being said, the director left.

Serena carefully took in everything that the director threw at her and the other mutants as she followed him around the base. She didn't want to possibly screw up and end up with her head blown off because she overstepped some line. "God this still feels so weird..." Serena said with a sigh as she ignored the stares that were on her and the other two. From A.D.A. to bottom of the ladder, Serena was still trying to get used to it all. Letting out a deep breath, Serena walked up to the three agents with a friendly smile on her face. "A.D.A. Lee, at your service. Well, guess it's just Serena Lee now." She doubt she could practice law anymore if she somehow got out of all of this and lived a normal life again. "So, you probably were given files on us, know all the nitty gritty, but we have no idea who the hell you three are. So," Serena pulled up a nearby chair and sat down in it, getting comfortable in the rather comfortable chair, "Some names would be a nice thing to know."

Serena wanted to start off on a good note with the people who she was going to be working with. "So, shall we get our names out of the way and dive right in? Or do we want to sit here and all open cans of worms?" Hey, if anyone had any kind of problem, she wanted them to get it out in the open now rather than later.

 

[Simple_Traveler]

Agent Joelle McClellan had been sitting casually in one of the chairs, grey suit jacket hung over the chair back, as she scanned the files on her future mutant "commrades". As the trio entered the room Joelle swung her sharp, hazel eyes over them. This is it, she thought while fixing what she hoped to be a friendly expression onto her face. Time to see if this project will start off on a high note.
Once one of the female mutants, Serena Lee ex A.D.A, introduced herself Joelle offered an easy-going smile.
" Hey everybody, the name's Agent Joelle McClellan. Nice to see that you like our comfy chairs, Serena."

 

[Canth]

Meredith Volkov half-listened to whatever the Director was blathering on about. She had hoped that they would at least have some time to see their new place, maybe freshen up a bit, grab a drink, before heading into the office. It appeared that drink would have to wait however, as the transport vehicle pulled up and they were escorted into what was to be their new workspace. It was larger and nicer than what she had been used to, back before she was locked away for being a menace to society.

Meredith waited on taking a seat, arms folded over her chest, guarded. Bright green eyes flicked over the gathered group, coming to stand near the other female mutant she had been trucked here with. The agents were…underwhelming. Two kids and a perpetual bachelor. These were the people she was going to have to spend every waking moment of her life with? Her communal cell back at camp was starting to not look so bad anymore. It seemed they were going around the room, taking turns introducing themselves. As Serena had pointed out, it was likely the agents had already been briefed, and Meredith found no reason to bore them with known details.

“Here’s a question,” she turned a pointed look on each agent in turn, her tone verging on impatience. “At what point am I allowed to change out of these horrendous slacks? I have been looking forward to some variety in my wardrobe, which I was promised and have yet to experience.” She shifted in the same pair of black slacks, lace-up loafers, and green crew-neck that she had been arrested in. Unfortunately, Meredith had been at work when the whole charade had gone down, and so was stuck wearing the same uncomfortable pantsuit ever since. If it was up to her, she would never see another pantsuit till the day she died.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Carter noted that the explosive planted inside of his neck was of a different make to the explosives in the necks of his fellow mutants. Most likely a higher grade explosive for the mutant they deemed the greatest threat. His lower lip was still a bit swollen from where he was slapped around by the suits who had been interrogating him. Carter wasn't CAUGHT like the others here, he had willingly turned himself in. This was due to the actions of the mutant terrorist organisation. Their utter disregard for life had convinced Carter to try for the Partnership Program he had stolen files on. Luckily, the agents he had saved from his many raids against the FBI, CIA and NSA had allowed him to qualify and be accepted here. Though the outright destruction and "Terrorism" done by his attempts to strike back at the government had earned him a bit of a spanking, drugging, shocking, burning, poisoning, beating and threatening. Along with the bomb in his neck and the agents in front of him, it would seem Carter was a caged animal. Though he kept a cool and quizzical expression as he followed closely behind his new mutant coworkers. When the others began introducing themselves, Carter decided to try something. The movement of a single finger summoned a ghostly wall of grey that quickly engulfed Carter. Another wall appeared next to the water cooler, Carter walking out of it. He felt something become warm in his neck and smiled as he noted that the bomb was tailor made to track his movement, even through dimensional walls. Most likely it would explode if he left the range of their sensors.

"Carter Morris... I'm just a passing through Destroyer" said Carter as he quickly grabbed a drink

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Alexei Ignatkovich glanced up every now and then. Though he hardely paid any attention to the people coming in. Whether it were agents or mutants, he couldn't really care about all that. No, his focus was on all the newest equipment that stood around. That was the whole reason he had particated in this program, being able to use all these new machines and computers. It was a valhalla for a computer nerd like he was. Yet despite his main focus being on the computers, he had no trouble following the conversation that was going on. That was the only reason he did glance up, when someone mentioned their names. Though he pretty much knew already everything there was to know about all five of them, even more than what had been on the files they were provided with. Nothing could be kept secret from him, or not for long at least. If it was logged somewhere on a computer or device that is.

"Be my guest. No one said you had to stay dressed," the male quickly replied when one of the females complained about her clothes. He turned his back to the equipment as he gave her an slight bit daring look. She was a rather attractive lady, with a very good body. He glanced over towards the mutant who seemed to portal himself to the water machine. That was a rather interesting. "My file says to call me Alexei Ignatkovic, but you would have a better chance of getting my attention by calling me 404," he said as introduction. His gaze stayed on Joelle for a moment longer, his fellow agent, and the typical kind of agent that he was probably not gonna like. She looked so uptight. He looked over towards the other agent. Also someone that looked like the kind of guy who lived by the books and protocols. No fun. He generally didn't go well with those people either.

Then again most Western agents were rather suspicious of a formerly Russian trained spy and definitely one that had a history of working on the dark web and against most agentships. Not that Alexei could care any less about that. He did his job and he did a good job. Just tell him what you wanted and he'd make it happen. At least if it involved computers or digital devices. "By the way, miss Volkov, on a more serious note, there are rooms down that hall. You should find some different clothes and what else not there," he said. He gave them one last smile as he turned around again and started up some programs, just to see what this lovely computer all could do for him. It would take him some time to get fully in touch with these new equipment.

 

[Crysie]

Serena quickly got out of the chair and booked it to the rooms down the hall where Alexei had told Meredith. Serena was just itching to get out of this ridiculous tan jumpsuit that she was wearing. The mutants that were captured never got the chance to pack clothes, so clothes were given to them at the camp. The clothes that were given were basically prison attire though really, ranging from orange jumpsuits to tops and bottoms of various plain colors. "Oh sweet Jesus yes!" Serena groaned with a smile on her face when she saw the clothes that were lined in the room. She was expecting the clothes to be plain dress pants and shirts, but they were stocked with somewhat typical and normal clothes. She wasted no time though in grabbing a pair of black pants, dark red top, black combat boots, and a soft black leather jacket, and changing into them. It felt good to not be dressed up like a prisoner anymore, and the happy smile on her face reflected how glad and happy she felt to be out of her camp clothes.

Once she was changed, she made her way back to the main room, taking a seat again in her chair and spinning around a couple times before leaning back and relaxing in it. "Man, and I thought the DA's office had the good chairs." She joked with a soft chuckle before rolling the chair over to one of the empty spots at the desk. "And why 404? Sounds like you're calling a prisoner up by their number. Why can't we just call you Alex? Short, simple, easy." She wondered out loud as she looked over at Alexei.

"But, with that aside, seems like we're all getting situated and comfortable with each other here. Well, at least I would hope so." Serena just wanted things to go smoothly between everyone, even though that seemed highly unlikely given their differences. Honestly, Serena wasn't even sure how well she was going to get along with her fellow mutant roommates because the two just seemed to be pretty different. Even though she was an ADA, she wasn't an uptight person or anything. Actually, she was rather carefree and somewhat, just somewhat, reckless at times. "We should get the show on the road though, no? The dude who looks like he's half way to retirement should toss the shit up on the screen and get the show on the road." Serena subtly jabbed at the older looking agent, prompting him to move things along before things got awkward in anyway.

"Oh! Before I forget, don't ever stand in front of me when I scream. Seems like a no duh kind of thing, but you'd be surprised at how stupid and forgetful some people are." Last thing she wanted was to make any of them deaf or make their brains explode. "Also, I'm going to assume that we don't have to follow the law that closely since we're dealing with mutants? I mean, we're not going to be taking the to court and giving them a trial and shit right?" Sure, everyone deserved a due trial, but she was pretty sure they were going to operate outside the law with mutants. After all, they did round everyone up and imprisoned them. Wrongful imprisonment right there.

 

[Canth]

Alexei’s remark was not unexpected, Meredith was no stranger to men. In fact, she often used their predictability to her advantage, never too shy to use her femininity to get what she wanted. Considering their current status as Agent and Mutant however, it was mildly inappropriate. She let it be for now however, just in case she needed to recall it at a later date. Meredith was a survivor, and as such was always on the lookout for opportunities to tip the scales in her favor.

Meredith did not run to the back rooms as Serena did, instead giving the entire room one last look before following, never eager to turn her back on a room full of people she did not know. She barely liked turning her back on people she did know. When Meredith reached the rooms, Serena was already moving back to the main area, making herself right at home. Really, it was impressive how quick the girl was adapting, seeming to have no issue with the fact that they were now aligned with the very people who had locked them away in the first place. About to ruin lives in the same way their own lives were ruined. Meredith did her best not to dwell on these facts, but she did not think she was capable of the kind of forgiveness this girl was.

The array of clothing before Meredith was not her first pick, but she rummaged through the options and settled on a pair of dark tight-fitted skinny jeans, of which she rolled up the hems twice and paired with a set of heeled, ankle-height brown boots. She found a loose-fitted button-up shirt in a deep forest green, rolled the sleeves a couple times, and left the top few buttons undone, leaving it open perhaps a smidge more than was appropriate for the workplace. She was no longer a cop, no longer held to the standards of professionalism of the homicide detective. She was done letting the government tell her what she could and could not do, let alone what to wear. At least, as much as she could be done considering the explosive in her neck and the tracker in her arm.

Meredith would kill for a mirror. They had been allowed a shower at least before being shipped over here, but she was sure the time away had left a look of permanent exhaustion on her face. She was ready to get this first day over with so she could invest in some facial products and get back to her old self. For the time being, she simply put her hair up in a pony tail, and walked back to the group, taking a seat at one of the tables. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, and turned bright, calculating eyes on the flowering conversation.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Carter pursed his lips before wandering over to the room that was prepared for him. Their choice of clothing wasn't that good, a tad boring for his tastes. Anything was better than the outfit they had given him though. A pair of dark pants, boots, a magenta turtleneck with a hooded overcoat. His fashion sense seemed a tad extra, but Carter honestly didn't care how the suits in their highrises thought of his clothing decisions. For a short time he looked at himself in the mirror. Anyone else who saw him would just see an average looking guy with a stylish haircut. No one would guess that he was someone who took pride in taking the corrupted processes of the governmental agencies and utterly tearing them apart.

Stepping back into the main area, Carter looked over his new coworkers. The woman who introduced herself as Serena was seemingly optimistic. Though the way she supposedly adapted so quickly to this new situation convinced Carter that she was a lot more cunning than she made herself out to be. The other woman had an aura of authority, most likely being used to knocking teeth out or pouring over a case file. The agents that were there to monitor them just looked like a pretty generically suited agents. Though the looks they gave him most likely stemmed from his reputation. Conjuring a dimensional wall, Carter appeared next to the fridge. Then he went through it to look for something to eat.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

It hadn't been miss Volkov to run out of the room, but rather the other lady, whose name he had already forgotten. His fingers played over the keyboards as he eventually managed to conjure a world map with a slightly satisfied sound. He looked over his shoulder to notice that all mutants seemed to have left by now. Though not for long as the first female came back. She looked a lot more at ease now as he gave her a quick once over, before she started talking and didn't seem to stop anymore. She made some comments here and there, while questioning his name choice. He sighed softly as he let her babble on, while his chestnut eyes followed miss Volkov over towards the table. Her blouse just one button too far open, which caused a smirk on his face, before his attention shifted back to the lady with the questions. "I have never really followed the law or any rules," he shrugged. He might be an agent, but that was about it. He was pretty sure they only had given him that position in the hope it would cause less trouble.

Alexei looked back at the screens as he gave in the coordinates of where the most recent terrorist groups had been found or had been active. "And please, do not call me Alex, I am not some damn American," he said. He was proud of his Russian background, which was another thing that caused some trouble every now and then. "Have you ever heard of Error404?" He didn't look back though as he was talking and slowly answering her questions. Orange dots were appearing on the world map he had put up. "It is the error code of a page not being found on the internet, just like I can make information suddenly disappear to never be found again," he grinned. He had no problem with revealing his not so clean and lawful past. These were mutants, they were illegal to start with. So he didn't worry too much about it. And if they did have a problem with it, well they would be stuck working together anyway. "So 404, or Alexei if you have to use a name..."

The Russian male stepped back a bit when he had the most recent terrorist places up on display. He went over towards another computer and slowly but surely more and more dots started to appear. "So, these orange dots are all the places we have raided so far due to mutant groups with terroristic motives. You will see more and more dots appear, since I am searching all date files for the right coordinates The ones currently up are the ones I worked on and tracked down," he said. Not at all caring for the fact he had not been the one pointed out to get the show on the road. He was the only one doing anything so far it seemed. The Mutants seemed to be happy with testing out the furniture and the fridge. "The green dots are the tracking devices that you three are wearing, currently all in one spot," he said as he pointed out the safe house on the map. He narrowed his eyes a bit as he added some more commands. "Blue are simply places I assume might be terroristic activity due to tracking certain individuals and their devices," he said. As on cue something pictures popped up as well of the seven mutants that were his personal projects. Six of them were connected to a blue dot, one picture was attached to one of the green dots and showing a rather familiar face.

 

[Canth]

Sasha Ivan Ivanovich tugged at the navy tie around his neck, fidgeting in his grey suit as he made his way up the many flights of stairs to the conference room written on a piece of scrap paper tucked into his pocket. Upon being selected for this program, Sasha had immediately dug the old suit out and taken it to the tailors. Aside from the few interviews to get the job out in Los Angeles, the suit had been mostly useless. People in California did not wear suits, something Sasha had thought it would be more difficult to get used to. He had become so accustomed to the business casual way of life, he had almost forgotten he would need a suit for this new position.

As a GS-15, Sasha was likely to be taking the lead on this program. The Director had made it very clear that Sasha was to report to him directly, which was odd, but left Sasha feeling hopeful. This direct exposure could be just what his career needed. There was a lot of risk, of course, but if everything went according to plan (or better), then it would be worth any risk. They were pioneers in this endeavor, taking all the risk and all the blame in the hopes of an immense breakthrough and payout. It was worth stuffing himself into a suit for.

Ivanovich pushed through the door at the directed floor and made straight for the conference room. He had been advised that the mutants had already been brought up and one agent was currently with them. Sasha had never worked directly with Alexei Ignatkovich, but had read the man’s file and had heard his name a few times around the office in the last couple of years. While Sasha himself was always willing to throw out the book when situations required some out-of-the-box thinking, he was not sure of his fellow agent’s motives. While a mere judgement of a person he had never met face-to-face, he could not help but feel that this man was here with the program solely for his own enjoyment and the challenge, not in the hope of actual collaborative change. Time would tell if Sasha’s intuition was correct or not.

As for the mutants, Sasha had gone through each of their files a few times as well, trying to gauge their strengths and weaknesses. Their abilities seemed useful enough, if not a tad disappointing. Sasha had hoped there would be at least one pyrokinetic in the bunch, always one for a good show. Oh well, maybe next time. For now, it was probably best to keep the more aggressive mutant powers out of the mix. Two had been public servants, one a homicide detective and the other an Assistant District Attorney. That could come in handy. The third had apparently made it his life’s mission to fight the good fight as some sort of mutant rebel. He had even given himself a nickname: The Destroyer of Worlds. Cute. Juvenile, and a touch on the nose. Sasha had yet to decide why the kid had been chosen for the program. Sure, he had turned himself in, but he was responsible for the deaths of quite a few Law Enforcement personnel, including Agents. The Director must have wanted his power set in this for some reason, but Sasha would make sure he kept an eye on the boy at all times.

Sasha opened the door to the conference room and was greeted with a room that was way nicer and more technologically advanced than anything he was used to in the FBI. He shut the door behind him as his eyes shifted from the room to its occupants. Alexei was giving some sort of briefing while the mutants watched. One, the former A.D.A., looked particularly attentive. The other two looked like they had better things to do. Sasha stayed at the back for a moment, watching the dynamic, taking the whole scene in for a few minutes before he was noticed. He then moved forward and took a seat beside the former A.D.A., leaning back and crossing one leg over the other as he nodded for Alexei to continue.

 

[Crysie]

Serena gave a light nod of her head when Alexei told him about his nick name choice, but not like she had anything else to say about it. It seemed like a good reason, and she was pretty sure he was here for a reason, so she wasn't going to doubt his skills. She remained quiet as she listened closely to Alexei as he spoke, paying close attention to his words as her eyes scanned the map and dots. Serena stayed silent as she carefully studied the map for a good while, taking in close attention to the positions of them. "Well, I'm pretty sure some of these blue dots are mutant activities, not sure about terrorist, guess it depends on what you see as terrorist activities. Higher end places are less likely to have any terrorist activities because those that are good and well off will keep their hands clean of such childish violence. They got power and money, those mutants don't do protests and shit. Just leave them alone for now, we can deal with white collar shit after we deal with the worms." She noticed that some of the dots were in more better off parts of cities, and going based off of experience, she doubt a wealthy and influential business tycoon was going to be involved in something that would cause his empire to go tumbling down. "Also, think you can remove one of those guys on your screen since they are here." Serena mentioned, pointing at the green dot.

"Well, we should go after them one by one, figure out what their big play is and peel at it. We should figure out who the newest is, they'll most likely be the weakest link, go after them first and nail them for information. Another thing we should do, if the opportunity allows, is to go after the one who is the least experienced with their powers because that means they have the least control, so we can easily get a one up on them. Though, we should all just head out and get a feel of them all, see how they operate, how their team dynamic is, figure out the weakest link. Unless you have their full schedules already and surveillance of them all. Oh, and all of you should change into something less work formal, especially you new dude." Serena looked over at the man who took a seat next to her when she said her last few words. "They're going to run or fight back at the sight of suits near them. Now, I don't know about you, but I rather not jump into a huge mess right off the bat. Also, confrontation is not my favorite thing." Serena never was one to start a fight. If anything she rather avoid a fight for the sake of not wanting to put out unnecessary energy.

As chatty as she seemed, Serena ran her mouth to deter people. Serena liked to talk to annoy people so that they wouldn't bother with her. If people were too annoyed with her then they wouldn't stick around her and figure her out, that way she didn't have to get close to anyone or worry about people digging too deeply into her or her business. Her talkative mouth was a coping mechanism for her as well, talking kept her busy from her own thoughts and memories, it was a way to keep her in the present and there. Well, guess she was going to have to find a new way to keep herself busy. Not like she had cases to argue and people to defend and argue with.

"Or you can just have port boy here drop all of us into the middle of a meeting and I can just scream at them, knock them out and shit, hopefully not injure them too badly. Just depends on if you guys want to go the slow and clean route or the fast and messy route." Hey, if it got things done then Serena wouldn't mind just jumping right into the fire like that. "Might not be the most legal way, but hey, they're already breaking the law, so why not." She joked with a chuckle before stretching her arms a bit. "But I'm guessing the director doesn't want things messy, so how are we going to go about this?" She wanted to get out and about, keep herself busy and occupied.