Thread: Colonel Walker's South American Adventure (STs)

The plane touched down in Brasilia, Brazil at 1:34am local time. The air is balmy and thick, if you still were a breather it would be almost unbearable. A black sedan is waiting near the landing area and leaning against the car in a Minnesota Vikings leather jacket is what, at a glance, appears to be Emma Fitzpatrick. Upon a second glance you see the girl has blue eyes and isn't irish at all... just a leggy red head of a fairly humane appearance.

As you emerge from the plane she walks towards you with a hand extended, "Agent Walker, welcome to Brasilia, I'm Archon Tabitha Prestor... we spoke on the phone. Just this way." She will lead you over to the car and the driver will open the trunk to allow you to stow any gear you might have.

"Normally I wouldn't take time out of my evening to pick you up personally but His Grace was insistant that you wouldn't waste our time and that there was a chance you'd be a target." She gets into the backseat of the vehicle and waits for you to join her.

"I hope your flight was a good one... it may be the last relaxing part of this visit you get." She leans up to the driver as he gets in. "Take us back to HQ."

"No, I have no intention of wasting his time. I'm here to help." The Colonel loads the trunk with his luggage.

He looks out the window as he speaks. "Is His Grace still out in the field?"

"Afraid so. We recieved word just this evening that we lost two more archons during the day... just didn't get up out of the earth and we have no clue why. It's been like this for the last two weeks. Wave after wave of them, all trying to take the same god forsakken BFE village with no stragetic value at all." She shakes her head.

"We considered giving over the land... it's hardly worth fighting for but once our men started ... disappearing, His Grace decided that we had better not roll over too quickly. We need to know what they find so gods damned important before we pull out."

"I look forward to joining him out in the field. This sounds like an important situation. I came prepared for war." He smiles slightly at this, though there is little humor in the expression.

He looks over at Tabitha, the smile fading. "I grieve with you for the loss of your friends and comrades, Tabitha."

Tabitha's expression is dark and thoughtful, "Yea... well, if you're going to do this job, it's probably best not to get attached to anyone. It only ever ends badly." With that she goes silent for the rest of the ride, staring out the window alone with her thoughts, whatever they may be.

The car pulls into the Brasilia Carlton (http://www.dilos.com/picture/hotel/92538) and right up to the doors. The doormen come out and open the doors for the Archon and Agent, taking their things.

Up to Art's penthouse suite you are taken. There are archons everywhere. Armed female and male vampires and ghouls, so much so that you might think Art was here... but clearly he is not as you're only given a cursory once over before entering the suite.

Once inside, Tabitha dismisses the guards and waits a few moments before asking, "As Art's Chief of Staff, I'm given lisence to speak for him in any matter you've come to us about Colonel. So... what brings you to Brasilia and the frontlines of the war? Are you really just here for a tour of duty or is there something more to this visit than a mere social call and a chance to sow wild oats?"

The Colonel looks around at the assembled Archons before speaking.

"A Gangrel known as AJ, who has been noticed by the Brujah Justicar, recently returned from a trip to Venice. While there, he was accosted by strange looking twins who implanted a vision of Justicar Morgan's death. I am not a man who trusts much in visions, but there has been many strange things going on in my neck of the woods--AJ's words do carry weight as he does have the notice of the Brujah Justicar upon him--it is my duty as a trusted adviser to Justicar Morgan, and hopefully as his friend, to fully investigate this vision. I felt it was necessary to do so in person.

"I think my timing is pretty damn good. It sounds like I can take this message to him personally while helping out with the situation regarding the Sabbat. It is obvious that we must protect Justicar Morgan--the Tower can hardly stand to lose His Grace's calming voice in these trying times."

The Colonel will take the sword that Xaviar gave him out of its case, and strap it across his back. "When do we leave?"

Tabitha is thoughtful at Ben's words and then pulls a bluetooth out of her pocket and puts it in. "Riggs..." There is a pause. "Make arrangements for Colonel Walker to join His Grace on the front lines as soon as possible."

She looks to Ben, there is clearly more going on behind her blue eyes than is being said, "Yea... I'm coming this time. We all are." As she finishes her statement the archons begin moving, packing up of gear begins and the room goes from 'lived in' to vaccant in minutes. Weapons, armor, and technology that is military grade in nature all are quickly stowed and carried down into the parking garage where a series of Hummers are waiting.

The Archons, clearly use to this sort of thing, waste no time packing up the vehicles. A very obviously nosferatu male leans out of one of the passenger windows, his hat on backwards, blue tooth in his ear, laptop in hand, wearing a bright yellow and blood stained "have a nice day" t-shirt under a green camo jacket.

Speaking with a thick Aussie accent, "Dollface, we're gonna be slow getting out of town, have to take the long route after a suspicious pile up on the highway headed south... I re-routed us through a few two treks though. GPS shows it should be smooth sailing so long as the natives and your fast cousins down leap out at us."

Tabitha nods and motions towards the man. "Colonel Walker... Archon Riggs, Justicar Morgan's technological voice and ear out of the jungle."

Extending a hand to the Colonel he smiles. "Good to know you mate, welcome to hell." He chuckles. "You two are with me."

"Hello, Archon Riggs." He takes the man's offered hand and shakes it. "Good to meet you."

The Colonel looks at Tabitha. "There is something else I want to tell you, but if possible, it must remain between the three of us, for now. There is someone I trust who owes me greatly that I have in reserve. The only thing is I have to tell him where we are going so he can help if it is needed. You've trusted me this far--trust me a little further."

"Just Riggs." He says. "No need for titles... you're in the thick of it now. Like it or not. Art doesn't have much use for titles once you come this far."

"Trust is a rare thing among our kind, Colonel. Trusting you with our encampment coordinates... I don't know. That's big bank sir and I barely know you."

"Tabs..." Riggs says in a chiding tone. "Guy is out here with us, we're taking his butt to the big man. What's his friend going to do? Assuming he makes it through the lines of Sabbat bastards, he'd be doing us a favor to have softened them up. Come on... give the guy the coords."

"It's my ass Riggs." She looks to Colonel Walker. "No offense meant."

"I'm just saying... maybe we could stand for a little help?"

Tabitha shakes her head. "I'm sorry. Not until we talk to him. Phone reception is spotty in the jungle, even with the satcom. Damn bastards have been doing something with their tremere spell slingers to screw with our gadgets. Can't trust in shit once we're in the thick of it... but if His Grace is fine with you calling in help, by all means."

"Don't mind her Colonel, Tabs is more of an administrative assistant when it comes to what we do. She's never been much for field work. She's stone walling you because she's uneasy. Ain't that right, dollface?"

Tabitha rolls her eyes. "Watch it Riggs, I strongly urge you to remember the last time we had this discussion."

Riggs laughs. "Yea yea... ass for a hat... I remember. Don't poke the Gangrel." He shakes his head and focuses on driving as he turns off the main roads and goes onto something more of a dirt and gravel road.