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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 6, 2009 10:36:15 GMT -5
Derek DeVoux was not a happy camper and when the wolf wasn't happy.... No one was happy. Slamming out of the debriefing room, the tall, dangerous looking man didn't look back as he stormed down the hallway and towards the outside door. A harried looking Colonel raced after him but he seemed to have no more effect on the man than a fly.
"Captain Devoux.. Everything points to the body being that of Lt. Jordan. There is no doubt in our minds that it was him that burned to death. His ring and other personal belongings were in the vicinity. Why would the cartel go to such lengths just to convince us of the death of one of our own?"
Snarling, Derek whipped around and had to restrain himself from reaching for the mans throat. His eyes were dark with menace as he put his face into the others and watched his companions eyes widen as he back pedaled.
"And I'm telling you... Something isn't right here. It doesn't feel right. The man has a wife and babies on the way. He shouldn't have even been drafted for this assignment but hes to damned honorable to tell you all to stick up up your ass's and YOU damned well KNEW it."
Pulling back a bit, the shifter forced his inner animal down. It wouldn't do Curse any good to rip the man to pieces.
"Did it ever occur to you imbeciles that the belongings could be a plant? Sometimes your stupidity amazes me. His team even told you they didn't think he was really dead yet you haven't made any attempt to verify the facts. Lt. Jordan is one of an elite force with knowledge of US strategy and intel. He's also one of our best snipers and can get into places most of you idiots only dream of. What to you think the cartel might want with him?? To play chess?"
Whirling on his heel once more, Derek was reaching for his phone even before the other man could reply. Passing through the security gate, he ignored the elevator and took the stairs. He need the exercise to release some of the tension now thrumming through his veins. Hitting a number on speed dial, the wolf waited until the other end picked up and then barked an order that would be understood only by the person on the other end.
Flipping the phone shut, Derek glanced around him and then shook his head. For people so smart, the upper crust of the military could be royal jerks with their heads stuck so far up their medal plated ass's that it was a wonder they could even see the light of day.
Moving quickly towards the doors, the shifter stepped out into hte sun and glanced at the man waiting for him. His demeanor was fierce as he nodded and headed towards the shiny silver jag in the parking lot. It was only when they were safely away from the building that he spoke aloud.
"Its time.. We leave tonight. In the meantime, we need to gather our supplies and make a plan."
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Post by cale on Sept 6, 2009 14:20:23 GMT -5
Leaning against the silver jaguar, Caleb impatiently waited for the other man to return. Military made him feel uneasy and the wolf wondered why he had ever enlisted in the first place, why he ever imagined he would fit in. Even when he was still human, he had trouble following orders and had an attitude that would never allow him to rise in the ranks. Regardless it was fun to see how much he could annoy the superiors.
However, the man he was waiting right now was the same man responsible for his dishonorable discharge and spending some time in prison. He had figured that if he wouldn’t be climbing the ranks he might as well make some money out of it and if it wasn’t for the fact Derek saved his ass and helped him deal with his inner beast later on, he wouldn’t give a crap about him right now.
He wasn’t familiar with this Jordan guy, but if Derek wanted to help him, that was enough for Caleb. He would follow him to the very gates of hell to pay for his debt of honor. Regardless of what other might believe of the wolf, he was still a man of honor.
“Finally,” he replied after hearing the man’s voice, “I don’t know why you still waste your time with those idiots. You just point me into a direction and tell me who to kill.”
He would leave the tactical thinking to Derek. Usually his tactics would be jump in and kill everything that moves and let God sort them out, but this time he was willing to follow the rules and accept the orders he was given. And the premise of some action wasn’t an unwelcome one.
((Was Caleb supposed to be the one standing there? If not feel free to remove my post))
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 6, 2009 15:21:37 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath, Ryan pulled up to the curb on his motorcycle, and stepped off cleanly. It seemed awkward that his search for Derek DeVoux would lead him to Washington, of all places. But then again, according to his vision, this guy had been a Ranger, which meant he'd probably had enough experience dealing with the DC boys. Most Special Forces, no matter what branch they were from, had to deal with the red tape all the time, which meant going right to the top. Ryan's squad had done it plenty of times before, so he knew the hassle of it.
Thanks to a call he'd placed with a close friend still in the Corps, he'd been able to track this Derek Devoux all the way here. And also thanks to a picture he'd gotten from his contact, he could see that the man walking down the steps, over to a car just a few meters from him, was also just the guy he was looking for. Ryan could tell from the expression on his face that he was pissed, like seriously pissed, which meant that he'd probably run into a wall with had boys on Capitol Hill. Great...that was going to make all of this that much easier.
Adjusting his shirt, Ryan started walking up to Derek, and the guy with him by the car, trying to think of what the hell he was supposed to say. It's not like he could just come out with it and say, 'Hey, I'm a prophet, and I had a vision that points me to believe that you're supposed to help me rescue a guy named Curse Jordan. So, you have any ideas?' Not only would the guy think he was crazy, he'd probably take him down and try to get him institutionalized. He did have knowledge after all of what he suspected to be some sort of black ops mission.
Best thing to do would probably be to take this slow. If worst came to worse, then he'd pull the prophet card. He'd seen where Curse Jordan was stashed through his very own eyes, which meant he could probably lead them to him, which Ryan knew was a very good incentive. Or, if not, he could always pray that God would send him another vision right in front of the guys which might help convince them or something. And if not...then he was just up shit's creek without a paddle.
Ryan bit down the nervousness that clenched his throat, and faced Derek DeVoux and his acquaintance as he strode right up to the two of them. "Derek DeVoux?" he questioned as plainly as possible. "I need to talk to you about something sensitive, if possible. It involves a man by the name of Curse Jordan."
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 6, 2009 17:34:06 GMT -5
“Finally,” he replied after hearing the man’s voice, “I don’t know why you still waste your time with those idiots. You just point me into a direction and tell me who to kill.”
Glancing across the hood of the Jag, Derek swore and slammed the top with a hand. The fury in his expression would have put the fear of God into lesser men but Caleb knew enough about his boss to know that it was only a fraction of the emotion he was TRULY feeling. A flurry of swear words left his mouth as the wolf ran his other hand through his hair and thought about their next actions.
"Son of a bitch..... Those idiots in there don't even CARE if there is a chance Jordan might still be alive.... It goes against everything we were taught and everything that is instilled in us from the very beginning of our training... Something isn't right... Something is rotten in Denmark."
Just as he finished those words, another voice broke through the air.
"Derek DeVoux?" he questioned as plainly as possible. "I need to talk to you about something sensitive, if possible. It involves a man by the name of Curse Jordan."
Whirling, Derek moved in the blink of an eye. One moment he was by the car and the next he facing the newcomer nose to nose. His eyes blazed with suspicion as he took the man in and growled.
"What the hell do you know about Curse Jordan?" he snarled in low tones. " and who the hell are you and why should I trust anything you say?? Seems like everyone around here has a lot of secrets they don't want known so why the hell should I waste time on you?"
Then, seeming to realize that he was on the verge of turning full wolf, Derek took a step back and took a deep breath. His form visibly shook as he tried to rein in his emotions and get a handle on his anger.
"D.C. was always full of sanctemonious pricks but this takes the cake.." he growled from deep in his throat. "If you've got information to share then spill it because I'm leaving this parking lot in exactly 5 minutes whether your done or not. I've got alot to accomplish before I leave tonight."
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 6, 2009 22:47:31 GMT -5
Derek's reaction definitely took Ryan by momentary surprise. He knew the man was angry, but his sudden movement, and the fact that the next instant he was face to face with him, was a bit startling. Though just as fast as Derek had turned to face him, Ryan suppressed his shock, and stood his ground confidently. Derek's anger seemed deep-seated, so much so that it shook the man to his very core. He seemed to pause for a moment, his form shaking as he backed away, before he calmed himself down and continued.
For a moment, Ryan thought he saw something, something stir in Ranger's eyes, but the moment he calmed down, whatever it was gone, buried. It was the strangest thing, but Ryan ignored it, knowing there were bigger things at risk now. They needed to save Curse Jordan.
Holding up his hands, Ryan tried to make himself appear reassuring. "Listen, I have nothing to do with those bastards on the hill, okay?" his tone was light, but held a comforting note of seriousness in it. "I...I can't say much though. Don't ask my why, I just can't. But I'm here to help."
It wasn't like Ryan could tell these guys everything. The longer he could keep them going on the least amount of info, the more likely this rescue plan would succeed. Mentioning things like "vision" and "prophet" was just going to screw things up. So the more Ryan stayed away from saying it, the more likely things would work out.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan though carefully of what to say next. He needed to hook Derek into believing him, and he was only going to be strung along by one thing. "I know where Curse Jordan is, and I need your help to save him."
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Post by cale on Sept 6, 2009 23:30:46 GMT -5
Caleb sniffed the air as the man walked up to them. There was nothing extraordinary about that guy that he could pick up. Although by the way he carried himself, he could tell he was a military. ‘Oh great, a soldier boy’ he thought as he studied him further.
Listening as he and Derek talked, he stood silent for a moment and paid close attention to what was spoken. The man’s refusal to explain how he knew what he claimed to know was very suspicious at best.
“So the morons with medals back there spend billions of dollars on intelligence and they don’t even know for sure if this Curse guy is really alive or dead,” Caleb finally spoke as he stepped closer to the man, “And this guy comes up and says that he knows where Curse is…as if he is some sort of prophet? I don’t trust him boss, may I kill him?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 7, 2009 17:10:26 GMT -5
"Listen, I have nothing to do with those bastards on the hill, okay?" his tone was light, but held a comforting note of seriousness in it. "I...I can't say much though. Don't ask my why, I just can't. But I'm here to help."
Narrowing his eyes on the man, Derek stared at him hard but couldn't read any deception in his manner. He didn't smell any fear or lie coming off him so he was either telling the truth or damned good at acting.
"I know where Curse Jordan is, and I need your help to save him."
At that new, the wolf shifted his weight. He hadn't been able to get anything but Aruba out of the commander so if this man did know where he was... He would definitely be an added advantage. It would save them time that could be vital. The way he carried himself told Derek there was military training in his back ground and if he could take orders... Well, it might be nice to have another player.
“So the morons with medals back there spend billions of dollars on intelligence and they don’t even know for sure if this Curse guy is really alive or dead,” Caleb finally spoke as he stepped closer to the man, “And this guy comes up and says that he knows where Curse is…as if he is some sort of prophet? I don’t trust him boss, may I kill him?”
Smirking at bit at Caleb's words, Derek shook his head even as he kept this eyes on the man before him.
"No... not just yet, Cal. This one might actually be of used to us." he drawled back at the other wolf before arching his brow at Ryan. "Whats you name, soldier and how the hell do you know who Curse Jordan or myself is?? Forgive my suspicious nature but it seems a bit strange that a total stranger approaches from out of nowhere claiming to have information on a black ops mission that isnt' public knowledge. I, myself, don't even have all the fact. The government wants to pretend that it never happened....."
Crossing his arms, he was silent for a moment and watched the "soldier" carefully. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and said.
"We are in a bit of a hurry but if you've got information... Meet us at 1900 hours at this address."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pad and pen and wrote an address. Since it was already almost 5 in the afternoon, it would give them 2 hours to gather what they needed.
"Be prepared to leave from that point." the wolf finished as he tossed him the note.
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 7, 2009 19:50:42 GMT -5
Okay, who the hell was this other guy? Ryan almost laughed out loud when Derek's partner, Cal, called him some sort of prophet and even joked around about killing him. What the hell?! The ironic nature of his statement amused Ryan greatly, and definitely lifted his spirits on the matter. Plus, it didn't hurt that Derek seemed to believe Ryan, at least enough to warrant another meeting.
Ryan accepted the address graciously, eying the Ranger with a slowly steeling expression. He needed to get serious now. If Derek and his partner Cal were heading out at 1900, only two hours away, that meant that Ryan maybe had half that time to get his gear together, and get back into the active combat mindset. It had been months since he'd been in duty, but he knew the routine would come back to him easier than breathing. He'd been a soldier for more than a decade, and it wasn't like he took many vacations or anything.
Nodding slightly, Ryan tucked the address in his jean's pocket. "I'll be there," he assured them, his tone now purely business-like. The nervousness and insecurity was gone from his voice now; he was a soldier, first and foremost, and that part of him was dominant, more so than the so-called prophet.
It was eerily strange to see the difference in his, even Ryan noted. Even though God had made him a prophet, the chosen position seemed unfamiliar to him, and unnatural. But being a soldier, a Marine, was completely different. Ryan had always felt...made for it, doing what he did, fighting...even killing. It was part of him. And now, this vision business had been thrown in, and his whole life order had imploded. But with the impending mission, Ryan felt the cool, calm, collected order that had previously been his life slide back in, and to be honest, it was the best feeling in the world.
Turning on his heel, Ryan paused momentarily, glancing back at the two in his stead. "Colonel Ryan Moretti, Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command, Second Battalion, at your service."
And with that, he left the two soldiers to their own, knowing that he had a hell of a night ahead of him.
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Post by cale on Sept 7, 2009 20:43:44 GMT -5
Raising a brow as Derek told the soldier boy to meet them later, Caleb was unsure the guy could be trusted. Just as they are about to go on a mission to rescue this Curse guy someone appears out of nowhere and tells them he just knew where the guy was? His instincts told him that if something appeared to be too convenient as if it was too good to be true, it usually was.
But he would abide to Derek’s decision. Even so he grumbled in disappointment under his breath just loud enough so Derek could hear him. “You never let me kill anyone…”
Giving a smirk, he watched as the soldier buy walked away. “What’s with you military career guys going about and bragging about how big your patent really is? It’s the need to compensate for something…? Actually scratch that…” he shrugged, “I don’t want to know. “
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 8, 2009 16:59:25 GMT -5
Watching the other soldier walk away, Derek frowned and then turned back to the Jag. Caleb's comments made his send a scathing glare across the hood before he unlocked the doors and climbed into the car. As the motor purred to life, he threw it into reverse and peeled out of the parking space. Another shift saw them flying out of the lot and on to a 4 lane street that allowed him to open the vehicles engine up. They had alot to do and a short time to do it in.
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Out and to the next thread.
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