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Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - minuit - 01-08-2011
"Training is going exactly as intended. I have very conclusive simulator logs of trainees' performance in all areas going up drastically. Jinko is learning quickly, and Stone continues to be a great partner."
Robinson pulled up a diagram of a Kingfisher heavy fighter on his computer and showed the Director.
"Unfortunately, this project isn't going well. We've blown out five engines in the past month. The fighter, to put it simply, is just not built very well. I wouldn't trust it. I know how much Nikasha likes the Kingfisher, and I might just tell him to have fun with that nightmare sitting in the hangar bay."
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Distance_warrior@hotmail.com - 02-02-2011
*James Waricson awoke from his study induced sleep to realize that he had inadvertently type his delusional dreams in the middle of his latest assignment he hastily deleted it and stares quizzically at the rest of the embarrassing gibberish that he had intended to hand in*
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - minuit - 02-06-2011
Robinson looked up from his work and watched the new recruit carefully. He also knew that there certainly weren't any LPI or Navy pilots here, not a chance. It also just happened that Robinson stringently disapproved of alcohol. With a disgusted look, he returned to what he was doing.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - RmJ - 02-07-2011
-Agent Hansen Reports in and heads to debrief while seldom speaking. Exhausted he manages to find himself at Ortega's Bar and Grill. Not to long ago he would meet annually with his old friend from the Gamma Patrol, Agent Garmen. However this last few weeks has reveled that Agent Garmen had been tortured and murdered. Something that deeply bothered Hansen and a few other Agents. Not only that but other Agents have turned up dead. Or have been involved with unusual shoot outs such as the one recently in Manhattan's Queen's area. Hansen couldn't help to think that each event was not connected. Though silently he questions and ponders the last few months.
Agent Hansen orders his usual meals and drinks, he sits at his usual location in the far back and he stares off into the dark cloud outside as usual.
Agent Hansen is approached by an Government Official, which only means one thing-that is special case assignments, Hansen greets the official.
G (Government Official)//
G: Hansen mind If I sit down?
Hansen: By all means.
G: Thank you.
Hansen: Does IA know you're here?
G: No one knows I am here. And It will stay that way understood?
Hansen: Not typically a prudent response. What's Government doing here meeting with an Agent and not an Director?
G: Well you see there are certain confidence that the Government holds and then there are some they have no confidence at all. You how ever we can agree that you haven't got any other choice.
Hansen: Alright I am intrigued. What exactly is going on?
G: Well *takes out a folder* terrorist group that has been in our scopes and the LSF's scopes for a long time has now appeared in a region near Orkney. Perhaps you recall the name "Rockefeller?"
Hansen: That...that I have nothing of knowing.
G: Don't save your LSF friends now, the shooting, and your friend being found murdered both have links to the Casino Elliot George.
Hansen: What?
G: The escape pod your friend was found in was a Casino escape pod. Registered under the same reference code as the Casino Elliot George. That, and I am sure you're aware, is owned by Rockefeller....correct?
Hansen: Rockefeller is a ex-LSF I doubt he'd go so far is to murder another LSF agent let alone torture an Agent.
G: But he has no problems dealing on the side with criminals and gun runners. It's slowly not being a good secret anymore that the LSF is having 'issues,' in that department. Rockefeller is tied with the bombing at Fort Bush- Do you remember it?
Hansen: Yes the terrorist flew his ship into docking bay 2 of Fort Bush and killed over 100 officers. The terrorist name was Todd Regal. The Republic ...or I should say YOU blamed it on RM. So I am guessing if that was a lie then some other reasons for this war is a lie too.
G: The materials was purchased by Rockefeller by a Insurgent group in Bering. They got the stuff from RM. Stolen supplies ect ect...
Hansen: Who does Rockefeller work for?
G: Ah...*leans in closer and lowers his head* The Foundation....
Hansen: Foundation what are they anti Liberty?
G: They are a group that is interested in a one nation rule over Sirius.
Hansen: Ambiguousness goal....what does this have to do with Agent Garmen.....
G: That's what your going to find out.
Hansen: On my own? Wouldn't IA serve a better route ..
G: Personally I don't trust everyone, our special interest group chose you for the soul reason that you and Agent Garmen were in unit undercover awhile back. You both started to tail the same people. The people you were actually tracing was agents from the Foundation.
Hansen: And they murdered Garmen.
G: Yes.
Hansen: How do you know this?
G: The civilian's have their eyes and the Government has their own.
Hansen: Yeah and how do you propose I get off my desk job or patrol to go around playing spy games with your Government dogs?
G: Consider this a special luxury within Republic of Liberty *hands over the folder* "Title reading: For Your Eye's Only"* Congratulations Special Agent Hansen. You officially work for the Republic of Liberty and the Liberty Security Forces....
Hansen: Special Agent? Aha....I am sure my Directors will not take that rank seriously....
G: Oh they will. Now instructions are in the folder. Your ID, number and assignment is all there. I trust you know what to do with it. *Gets up while putting his black hat on.* For Liberty Sir.
Hansen: *Salutes off* For Liberty........
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Distance_warrior@hotmail.com - 02-16-2011
James Waricson sat at a table in Ortega's enjoying a quiet drink and more importantly, minding his own business. He had been sitting there for about an hour just to have somewhere to sit more than anything. On the other side of the room Dina Eralds stood up from her booth and made for the seat next to Waricson. Sitting down she ordered a drink and turned to face her latest prey.
'Mr Waricson I am from the DiA and I regret to inform you that some of your previous actions have attracted the attention of certain members from within my organisation.'
At this line Waricson visually stiffened. His expression went instantly from carefree smile to an expression so serious it would rival a judge passing a death sentence.
'Were you followed?' He said maintaing a straight face.
Doubt flashed across Dina's face for just a second but it was visually none the less this could have been the break she was waiting for. Don't stuff this up she said to herself.
'No' she said in hushed tone her face mirroring that of Waricson's.
'Good, here's my report. The LSF is redoubling its efforts into Nomad space and the Fatherland itself. Their Intel is good I have been hard pressed to disrupt their troop deployments into Rhineland but my cover is solid and so is agent Argon the espionage will go under way as planned. In 24 hours the LSF high command will be no more and our victory is complete.'
'Well done Waricson. You have done the Fatherland proud.' She said as she tried to walk away but before she could stand up Waricson put a hand on her shoulder and guided her back onto he seat.
'There is one more thing you should know'. After he spoke his mouth stretched into the widest grin Dina had ever seen. 'I'm not a double agent and you're not a contact and I am most certainly not on probation. You don't try to play a player girl next time try something a little less... transparent.'
Dina was stunned and confused. Seeing the confusion I her face Waricson began to explain it a little slower.
'You don't think i don't know this little ploy you do. You come in here pretend that there are some suspicions surrounding certain agents and wait for them to either straighten up and start performing a little better or if they are an enemy agent you rush them so they make a mistake so you can nab em. I've seen it thousands of times before so if you want to pull the wool over my eyes then try something a little bit more creative, I've been at this longer than you have'.
And on that note he stood up and walked out of bar feeling very superior while his reeling hunter just watched him go.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - minuit - 03-05-2011
Scott Robinson entered the bar a very changed man. At the age of thirty-three, his never-ending schedule of constant work was beginning to take its toll. It was hardly unusual for him to be awake for sixteen hours or more in recent months. His hair was slowly but surely beginning to gray, and he simply looked tired. As much as he hated to admit it, the eight-year Navy veteran-turned LSF agent was getting older.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Distance_warrior@hotmail.com - 03-25-2011
Waricson slumped into a stool at the bar without a hint of his usual grace before ordering a steak meal and a lemon lime bitter. His mood was foul instead of his usual happy go lucky demeanour as he stared out the nearest window mumbling to himself.
'No tact...*mumbles*...Trigger happy fool...*Mumbles*... Who needs fire support on a date...*mumbles*... Stupid irradiated nebula.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - LegendOfTheWolf - 07-16-2011
Emily entered the bar, her new LSF uniform already covered in a few oil patches. She sat down at the counter, her hair forced into a bobble.
She ordered her usual drink after her shift, returning to the LSF as a basic Field Agent and not what she exactly wanted, she was in a pretty foul mood. Silently she drank her sparkling ale, with a lemon & lime dip.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Internity - 07-17-2011
After a while D. Director Christian shows up, he was pretty upset like some things went badly wrong.
He went towards the bartender and ordered a Steak and a Sidewinder Fang drink.
Meanwhile while waiting for the drink and the food...more and more agents were showing up.
After 15 minutes of speaking with Ortega - the bartender and after he ate his steak, Christian turns around and looks around the bar for a specific table where most of the important people of the LSF were usually meeting.
The table was near a dark corner of the bar near a window. The window was leading outside where you could see the sun and the nebula together with the asteroids.
He sees a familiar face there sitting at the table after a long , long time of absence.
It was Emily Anderson.
He grabs his drink and goes slowly towards that table.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - koske - 08-17-2011
It seems that Anna Brown is going to visit Ortega`s bar for her first time in LSF, she is little nervous. Looks like she had a really bad night, that can be seen from look on Anna`s eyes.
Anna is ordering a coffee with cream and one glass of water, many people are here and at first look there isn`t anyone who is known. After couple of seconds from one table she heard a familiar voice, it was Christian second head of LSF.
Bartender: Ma`am you can sit and wait your drink at the table.
Anna: Sure, I just saw someone I wish to talk and please give me a cold water.