Thread: Omega: The RP

*Look at "Omega: The Story and Sign Up" thread to get the gist of the RP and see the rules.*

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Kris sat atop a small building in New York overlooking the dark streets. She yawned. Waiting is such a drag, she thought as she looked up at the cloudy skies. Raindrops fell upon Kris' pale face - each drop felt as cold as ice and utterly refreshing - and woke her up. Her arms ached as she cradled the sleek, black sniper rifle in her leather gloved hands. "Come on, hurry up." She muttered in her thick English accent as clouds of steam blew out from between her blood red lips. Despite this being New York - the safest big city in the world - the roads were bare. Hardly any vehicles drove by. Kris began having doubts this guy would show up. However, sure enough, a black car pulled up in front of the Empire State Building and a tall bald man in a stiff, gray suit came out of it.
Her fine, pale face formed into a placid smile as she raised the sniper scope to her right eye and aimed the gun at the man's shiny head. She puckered her crimson lips at him and made a kissing noise at him as she pulled the trigger and took great relish in the bang of the gun and the splatter of red from the guy's cranium as his lifeless body slumped against the waxed surface of the car and fell to the cold, dirty sidewalk below. Almost immediately panic errupted across the streets below and Kris decided it would be wise to get moving.
She took apart the rifle and packed it into her dark scarlet, velvet shoulder bag and ran to the back side of the roof and clambered down the fire escape there. The rain fell in earnest now and the coldness seeped through her one piece, black leather body suit and into her bones and she shivered as she landed in the alley below. She ran to her white Volkswagen Beetle and dove inside and threw her bag onto the back seat. Suddenly a small shrill ring sounded within the glove compartment and she nearly leapt out of her skin. Calming her nerves she opened it and pulled out the silver cell phone she had hastily shoved in there earlier and answered it.

"Hello" She called into the receiver.
"Did you do it?" Replied a deep voice on the other end.
"He's gone," She replied calmly,"I killed him. Just like the others."
"Good job Reaper." The voice answered back, with just a hint of excitement, "Maybe we can make this plan work."
"Yes sir. Most definitely." She replied confidently.
"Now rendezvous at HQ for your next mission. Good work." He ordered her and then silence.

She looked at the receiver and smiled. Another job well done Kris, she thought happily. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror and wiped her straight white hair out her eyes. Ice blue irises - like the icy waters of the Arctic - stared back at her and they almost appeared nostalgic and melancholic. She sighed, buckled her seat belt, put the car in gear and took off. After exiting the alley she turned left and followed the road until she had a the Hudson on her right. She stared at the black waters, rushing along, minding their own business. The waters, unlike her, seemed to have some purpose in life. She sighed again. A deep sigh that seemed to bubble up from the depths of her soul. She rarely got like this - sad and depressed. She was mostly upbeat. For some reason her latest "assignment" had caused her some inner turmoil.
"Curse you." She muttered.

" Breaking news a wealthy business owner has just been murdered, panic is riddled across the street as civilians Run for cover!"

Wolfgang looked up from his book at the Television screen

" Authorities and an ambulance have just arrived at the scene and are trying to revive the poor man"
"Hmm..."

Wolfgang took out his cell phone and was about to send a message when the phone started ringing in his hands.

"Hello? what is it?" said wolfgang
"Its the activists" said a voice form the other end of the phone
"Are you watching the news?" said the voice.
"Yes"
"Good then you know the current situation, an activist is trying to get to the scene to give us away and recruit more activists, i need you to get rid of him before he gets into public eyes."
"And where might i find this person?"
"The shortest route would be kearny."
"may i have a description?" mused Wolfgang"
" Brown eyes, black hair, white armored van now go! and don't mess this one up."

Wolfgang hung up and grumbled to himself as he grabbed his hunting knife from the counter and pistol form the cabinet then walked out the door.
The air was cool and it was raining, screaming could be heard faintly in the distance. Wolfgang gave out a deep sigh. Just another day working for the omega......boss better have a plan. Wolfgang got on his motorcycle, strapped on his helmet, secured his weapons, and zoomed down Kearny, when a white van nearly collided with him when it turned. That's the guy thought Wolfgang as he saw a flash of the mans face. The motorcycle's engine buzzed as it caught up with the van. Wolfgang pulled out his pistol and shot at the steering wheel. The van skidded into an alley while Wolfgang parked his motorcycle and sprinted towards the van. The back doors of the van flew open and the mans head stuck out which was quickly met with the cold metal of a gun to his forehead.

"Goodbye...."

BANG! the gun shot and the man fell backwards exposing a blood spurted van.

"Another one down" said Wolfgang as he got back on his motorcycle and said into the receiver "It's done"

Kris walked coolly into the large, dark imposing government building, scanned her card through the entrance machine and stood in the large foyer waiting. She shook her straight white hair, spraying the sleek, waxed floor with a myriad of raindrops. She then reached behind her and unzipped her one-piece, black leather suit and stepped out of it. Her short, cotton, black top clung tightly to her pale torso and the long, black velvet trousers shimmered in the slightly orange light. She took off her black boots and pulled out a pair of crimson stiletto heels from her shoulder bag and slipped them on. Much better she thought smiling to herself. She quickly redone her make up, gathered her wet clothes and stowed them away in her locker and resumed waiting in the foyer.
She looked at the clock. Any second now...she thought irritated. Just then a burly man in a white suit stepped out of the elevator to her left and nodded at Kris. She saluted him and he smiled.

"Great to see you again Reaper. Please come this way." He said, his deep voice reverberated off the white washed walls.
She smiled, "Likewise sir." She replied. He nodded.

They walked down a small corridor into a large, very dim, conference room where a presentation was already being given. A large mahogany pine table lay in the center of the room and around it there were soldiers and other riff-raff. The boss and Kris took a seat and watched as some soldier began going on about how a small group of Activists infiltrated one of the Omega buildings and stole personal data. Kris brought her hand up to her face and groaned. I'm dealing with amateurs. She thought angrily. Just then she heard someone shout her name and she looked up embarrassed as everyone was looking at her ludicrously.

"Is there a problem agent?" The presentation man asked her.
"With how your men handled that situation or with you?" She asked sweetly.

The man growled but then continued and Kris sat staring at the screen growing increasingly bored. Just then the man pointed at her and his lips moved but she couldn't hear anything. She then realized she had zoned out and missed what he said. Instead of looking foolish she nodded.

"Excellent. So Agent Reaper, you will rendezvous with Agent Wolfgang to help him eradicate our little problem then." The man smiled.
"Wha..?" Kris began but was handed a thick file and ushered out the door.

She took her clothes form the locker and donned them and walked out of the building and into her car and sat there going over the files. Who do they think they are? She though. She didn't need to work with anyone. She drove her car out of the car park and into the dark streets, looking for this Wolfgang's place. He better not give me trouble, she thought. Then her serious expression turned into an amused one as she reached into her bag and pulled out some lipstick. She read the bottle - "wax sealant" - and then she applied it to her lips, being careful enough to slow down the car. She then reached into the bag and pulled out another lipstick bottle - one she had the chemistry boys at HQ make for her - "Dark Shade". It was a poisonous lipstick that when it touched your lips, diffused through it and into your blood stream. From there, it traveled to your heart and stopped it. However it can be stopped if someone has a layer of wax over their lips.
She tried to suppress the chuckle that threatened to overwhelm her as she applied it to her waxy lips. If this Wolfgang gives me trouble all I have to do is pucker up and voila. He wouldn't be the first Omega assassin she got rid of. She smiled and roared down the highway.

about an hour and a halve later wolfgang got another call

What now? thought wolfgang.
"Yes?" he said rather annoyed into the phone.
"You know the situation earlier?"
"the mission you gave me or the assasination on the news."
"the one on the news, you and the agent that created that situation will be "teaming up."
"Teaming up?!? For what?"
"A group of activists broke into one of our safehouses and stole some information."
"So, you and me and this guy to go and get the information back, kill all the witnesses, and deleting all the copys that were made and sent right?"
"Girl and yes."
"girl?"
"Agent Reaper."
"Ok, so do you know where i might find the thieves?"
"Agent reaper already knows the location. Don't mess with her Wolfgang, she is one of the best assassins we have, shes tough.
"Goodbye."

Wolfgang closed his book and got up.

Well, better go get ready he thought.

He walked into his armory and took out two handguns, a sub-machine gun, two silencers, three flash-grenades, a sniper, and his always with him hunting knife. he put the handguns, sub-machine gun, flash grenades, and hunting knife into their latches. He put the sniper into its slot in his fake briefcase. all the weapons fit snugly under Wolfgang's cotton suit.
He walked back into the living room and looked at his watch.

Wonder when she'll get here. Wolfgang thought.

Just then the front door opened

"You should really lock that." said the voice in the doorway.

Kris walked slowly into the building, gazing around with feigned interest.
This guy certainly had fine taste for a man.

"Not a bad place, Wolfie."

She said and her cold blue eyes fixed on him. Hmm, not a bad appearance for a rather scruffy looking guy, she thought to herself. She walked up to him and stood staring deep into his dark brown eyes - they looked like pools of dark chocolate, my favorite, she thought bemusedly.

"So you are Wolfgang."

She muttered softly, her voice taking on a sweet tone. Easy Kris, there is still plenty of time for some fun with this new toy, she warned herself. She then blew her white hair out of her eyes and reached into her crimson, shoulder bag and pulled out a thick folder and thrust it into Wolfgang's arms.

"I suggest you look this over before we go anywhere, just so you can get the low-down on our task."

She struggled with the "our" and had to keep immense control over her stomach as she felt as though she going to be sick when she said. She was still really mad about them teaming her up with someone, granted it was her own fault for not paying attention. Still, it is no excuse - I work best alone. She thought annoyingly.

"Apparently, there was a group of Activists who broke into the Washington D.C. Omega building and they stole some very important information from one of the safe houses there. It's our job to eliminate the pests."

Kris informed Wolfgang. She shook her head while thinking about how sloppy the guards must have been. Stupid fools. I hope they're fired. She thought.

"I hope your hunting skills, while working in a pack are good Wolfie" she began, "as we may need them." Kris said though her voice showed no signs of sincerity.