>>25986612
>[ ] "You don't treat bullet wounds with shock paddles. What happened?"

Fucking civies.

>>25986612
[X] "Where's Margaret?"

"Is Margaret okay? Is she hurt?"

First priority, the girl, we almost died bringing her somewhere safe. We need to be sure she's okay.

>>25986735
>>25986747
>Combining

"Margaret," That's the first word out of your mouth, as you try to get a grip through all the soreness, "Is she safe? Is she still-"
"She's fine," Blake sounds irritated, "Last I saw, vomiting in a bathroom. Half dose, Lynnel, really?"

You try to come up with a retort, but shift on your back wrong. Oooh, that still smarts. You sit up, give a glare to Doctor Johnson. You hear someone behind you walking away, but when you glance back all you see is a swinging door.

"I got shot, and-" You feel your back, pat yourself down, "And I have no bandages. Why were you shocking me?" Part of your back feels a little lumpy and weird, but other than that-

"You can thank Subject Elizabeth for that," Doctor Johnson beams.
"Yes," Blake stands from her chair, irritated, "Somehow, Margaret managed to get a hold of her- she was on her way between studies. By the time Doctor Johnson got you in to the lab, she had managed to seal your wounds and removed the bullet at great mental strain," Blake says that last part like it's your fault.
"Complaining the entire time apparently, caused the fibrillation we just corrected," Doctor Johnson says with some amusement, though he lifts a finger, "Valuable practice though- I actually have a proposal for-"
"Doctor Johnson, if you would excuse me and Mr. Lynnel?"

Doctor Johnson blinks, then nods, "Of course, ma'am."

He steps out of the room. Blake turns to you, frowning.

"Lynnel? What happened? And don't try to change the subject this time."
>[ ] "You gave us bad intel. I went in there unarmed!"
>[ ] "What did Margaret tell you?"
>[ ] Fuck it. Tell the whole story. Can't argue at the moment.
>[ ] Other.

>>25986924
>[ ] Fuck it. Tell the whole story. Can't argue at the moment.

>>25986924
[X] Fuck it. Tell the whole story. Can't argue at the moment.

Start from the beginning, time for some professionalism.

>>25987003
>>25987024
"Okay. So, we go to the Thai place- Margaret has a minor conniption over a fly, but I deal with that," You frown, glare at Blake, "You never take these kids out to a park?"
"Lynnel..." She growls.
"Right, probably worried about sunshine messing up their tachyon whoozit whatzits or something. We get to observing where the Starlight were supposed to meet, and I figure we'd try a dry run first."
"Made her try viewing with out formula 6, you mean?"
"Yeah, somehow, just sticking a girl's arm with a syringe in broad daylight seemed a bit unseemly. Anyway, she was doing okay without it, but she started struggling so, I..."
"Gave her half the recommended dose."

You fight down the urge to tell her just what you thought of the recommended dose, before speaking again, "Yeah. You can court martial me for not making her totally high later."

"What happened next?"
"Two people talking, though as I later found out, a third was present. She kept talking about them meeting on a second floor or something...Anyway, apparently one was a priest wearing a collar? And they were talking about moving crystals? Then, the guy who says he's the priest gets shot, then somehow they spotted us."
"You didn't get out of the car or anything, did you?"
"No ma'am. I think they got clued in on the kid's...Psychicness. Or something. Anyway, I wanted to get her out of her trance first, took some doing, then I see this real big, bald, ugly guy coming at us. Looking right at her."
Blake frowns at this, but nods for you to continue.
"Right. Well, apparently, he, uh, he used some kinda mind tricks. I went straight for him, and as it turned out, he wasn't really there, nearly got in a wreck, and then he was some place else, and he started shooting, and then, well, we came rolling in in a wreck outside the garage. I pass out, wake up here. Anything else?"

Emilia Blake seems to consider this. Then shakes her head, "You have the devil's own luck, Mr. Lynnel. Your car wreck smashed the tape recorder- now, thankfully," She seems to spit that 'thankfully' with some spite, "Margaret remembers what she saw, so she'll be able to tell us what she heard. Aside from that, she might not have gotten out of her trance with a full dose that easily."

"How the heck are you supposed to wake her up if she goes under like that then?" Seems like something that should have been mentioned in the manual in your opinion.

"It usually takes two hours. Either that, or intense pain," Emilia Blake says wistfully, "An oversight on our part not to inform you. But it does mean she remembers what she saw there. Doing that kind of surveillance...It makes a very big impression. She feels a lot more strongly," Emilia snorts, shakes her head, a remarkably unprofessional expression on such a professional person, "That was probably the first time she's seen someone killed. She's doing her best to remain professional, but she's shaken up."

Her face freezes again, and she's an ice queen all over again, "Mr. Lynnel, we do have another job for you. It can take some time though. Get over to the Armory, get yourself a gun, then meet me in my office in," she checks her watch, "Two hours. Understood?"

>[ ] "Yes ma'am."
>>[ ] Go to the Armory.
>>[ ] Go see if you can find Margaret.
>>[ ] Get some chow.
>>[ ] Run down Dr. Johnson.
>[ ] "Actually, I think I have some questions..." Custom.

>>25987318
[X] "Yes ma'am."

[X] Go see if you can find Margaret.

We should probably check up on her, talk to her a bit, make sure she's okay.

how's tyrone holding up

>>25987379
Tyrone is around.

I don't want to step on any toes until after I get a better grip on his character. Until then, Al's gonna be stumbling across the road of devastation, confused men, and love struck women that Tyrone leaves in his sassy wake.

>>25987429
Lord of Sass better keep it up. Twin quests is the best.

>>25987367
"Whatever you say ma'am," You murmur, swinging your legs off of the table, and wincing a bit at the soreness. You turn your arm a moment. It almost seems a bit sticky, but nothing that will hassle you too much. Emilia nods and walks off, as you grab your shirt from a nearby chair, and button it back up.

You walk out. Roughly speaking, ANTIGONE's base is organized in to three sections- 'Confidential,' it's where you have your mess hall, administrative stuff, and briefing rooms, secret, the labs, the secret files, testing rooms, creepy shiny doctor's rooms, and 'You Better Have a Proper Badge Or A Burning Desire To Meet A Woodchipper And An Anonymous Pig Farm'. That's where the psychics, and other secret things are. Technically speaking from what you've heard, any of ANTIGONE's wonder children cleared for field work can wander any of the three sections on their own will, so long as they don't leave the base without a Handler, basically somebody like you.

So, you had to hope Margaret was still out and about, and not in her quarters. You set off, get walking.

There were more phds here than in MIT, and the effect can be a little intimidating. All those labcoats, with their proud little badges announcing this specialty, or that certification, and please call me doctor such and such, feh. None of them had had to spend their youth in a festering jungle getting shot at.

Probably because they didn't drop out of college. But that doesn't bear dwelling on.

Eventually, you do find her. You catch sight of her in a lab. Big, weird, white room, all tile and chrome, rounded walls. Very big room for such a gawky kid. The door is locked, but just next door was the researcher's room, where you can see doctors murmuring over controls and read outs. She managed to get blood off of her face, but her blouse and jeans are still stained. She seems very tired, but she's tapping her fingers on the chair.

>[ ] Move on.
>[ ] Go talk to the techies.

>>25987661
[X] Go talk to the techies.

>>25987661
[X] Go talk to the techies.
When I was in 'Nam... We stuck TOGETHER.

>>25986612
ahhh shit
you guys want me to run the Tyrone alberswazy thing?

>>25987706
>>25987714
Writing.

>>25987720
yes plz.

Hilga's among the techies Al's about to meet. Don't know if that matters to you.

>>25987720
I would love nothing more.

>>25987754
I was planning on Tyrone learning to use a gun unless he hunts down the Honky/Juno

You frown. Didn't seem right to immediately drag a poor girl that had just had two brushes with death in to a room to be poked and prodded.

You give a polite knock to the door as you push in to the little control room that had a very large window between them and Margaret. You were guessing it was a one way mirror.

The anonymous green scrubbed fellows in surgical masks glance up, with some irritation.

"Can I help you?" A strangely accented woman's voice comes up. She steps quickly forward, stopping you from entering in to the room any further. She is rater short though. You glance over her at the banks of machines. Lotta TV screens focused on the girl, bunch of weird print outs, lotta blinking diodes...You didn't know any of this science crap.

"Yeah," You return your gaze to the woman. She cocks an eyebrow under her surgical mask- only one eye focuses on you. Oh. Glass eye. You regain your composure, try not to stare, "I was wondering if I could talk to Margaret, Miss...?"
"Hilga," Wow, someone who is NOT a doctor in this place. You're shocked, "And she is being decontaminated and tested at the moment. We understand she had a traumatic event, so we have to make sure she's level and calm."
"Decontaminated?" You point out the window, "You're having her sit in a chair by herself and stared at like, like, like, well, I'm not going to say, but come on! At least let her change her clothes."

"Ah," Hilga gives a half lidded look, "One of the handlers I see. And not at all as nice as the other one," What other one? "But please do understand that we have put YEARS of work in to them," She glances back at the techies minding the consoles, "Or, at least others at this lab have. We have a process, and it must be followed."

She must be new too.

>[ ] "Well, can I at least say something to her?"
>[ ] "Just get her out of there, I'll make sure she washed her hands and won't give you cooties."
>[ ] "...Fine." Go some place else.
>[ ] Other.

>>25987781
>>25987915
its up

>>25987929
can I at least say something to her?

>>25987929
>>[ ] "Well, can I at least say something to her?"

>>25987929
"And being poked, prodded, and watched by a bunch of people while still wearing blood covered clothing is doing her so much good.

Just let the girl out, I'll make sure she doesn't get contaminated or anything like that."

>>25987972
>>25987977
Writing.

You sigh. Well, you are new to all this spook shit too. Still didn't seem right, but it sounded like something that happened regularly. Still didn't feel right though.

"Well, at least lemme say something to her."

Hilga frowns behind her mask.

You look up despairingly, "I DID just get shot. She might want to know, I don't know, whether or not I'm alive?"

Hilga glares daggers, but then relents, turns to a man at one of the controls, "Peter?"

"Oh come on Hilga, you getting soft on the grunts?"
"He does have a point," She points at one of the many printers dispensing paper, "See? Her beta level is spiked."
"And you think having him talk will improve this?"
"It couldn't hurt!"
"I think maybe, you fraternizing," The techie puts some emphasis on that, "Outside of your peers has-"
"Whoooaaaa, Jenkins, tone that down," A man over on the right says. Hilga for her part seems to be just a few steps from delivering a beating to Peter Jenkins, "Just step away from the mic, man."

"For fuck's sakes," Peter stands from his chair, glaring down at Hilga, before turning on you, beady eyes behind his glasses, "Fine, meathead. Have at it. But keep it short, will ya? Some of us have to work around here."

What a dick. Still, you have the mic. What do you say?

>[ ] Custom.
>[ ] "Uh, hey, Margo, Al here. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. You did good out there."
>[ ] "Hey, Margaret, how are you doing?"
>[ ] "Hi Margaret. I'm really sorry about what happened. Hope you're not too mad at me. Next time we go out, less bullets, more ice cream. Whaddya say?"
>[ ] Actually, fuck Pete. "Did you just call me a meathead?"

>>25988073
>[ ] "Hi Margaret. I'm really sorry about what happened. Hope you're not too mad at me. Next time we go out, less bullets, more ice cream. Whaddya say?"

>>25988073
"Hey Margo, you doing okay? I'm glad you're alright.

I'm sorry about what happened, it wasn't your fault, you did really well.

If you ever want to talk about it just let me know, I'll be there."

>>25988073
>[ ] "Uh, hey, Margo, Al here. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. You did good out there."

She probably saved our life and has earned our respect; which is more than I can say for that asshole Peter.

>>25988144
>>25988126
>>25988107
Well, three options. Dice 1d3 sound good?

>>25988192
>[ ] "Hi Margaret. I'm really sorry about what happened. Hope you're not too mad at me. Next time we go out, less bullets, more ice cream. Whaddya say?"

>>25988073
>>[ ] "Uh, hey, Margo, Al here. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. You did good out there."

Followed by
>>[ ] Actually, fuck Pete. "Did you just call me a meathead?"

Rolled 2

>>25988202
Or somebody can throw in an extra vote. Ca-
>>25988209
Damn it. Flip o' da coin. 1 is ice cream, 2 is Uh hey.

>>25988223
Right. Writing.

You give a look at Peter. What the Hell. He looked like a little twerp, about, maybe, ten years your younger? Little squirt of a kid, maybe 26, fresh out of some kind of ivy league school judging by his accent and arrogance.

Keep it cool. You glare at him, then lean in to the microphone, key it on.

"Uh, hey Margo," As soon as you speak, you see her at the other side of the glass perk up. She stops tapping her nails. Well, so far so good. You're kinda bad at this stuff. You think about making a corny joke, then decide against it. Short and sweet. She hated being treated like a kid after all.

"Al here. Just wanted to let you know, I'm okay," You glance down. That didn't seem right to end on, "You did good out there."

You key off the mic, as Margaret looks down and smiles, "Thank you Mr. Lynnel. That is a sincere relief."

You nod. Well, that's the end of that.

"Happy? Look, see," Peter decides to intrude now, "Her beta level is still fucked. That didn't help at all Hilga."
"Well, it didn't hurt."
"Really?" Peter snorts, "Every mission now, we're going to have some knuckle dragger coming in here, to check on the product. Give an inch, they'll take a mile, though I guess you took more than an inch, Hilga," Peter shakes his head, goes back to his beeping computer, "Bad influence. Bad idea, this whole thing. I don't see why they needed to call in outside help for our work. My girls don't need these neanderthals."

Well, Peter is whining. Hilga seems to be furiously blushing for some reason. And everyone else in the room is trying their best to avoid your gaze. Your objective is complete here.

>[ ] "You got a problem with me Peter?"
>[ ] Leave the egghead. Go to mess hall/armory/quarters/Dr. Johnson/Blake's office.
>[ ] Custom

>>25988341
>>[ ] Custom

Pete deserve to be left breathing through his mouth for a while

[x]break his nose

>>25988341
Go to the Mess Hall, let's go get something to eat.

>>25988361
Second.

>>25988341
you got a problem with me

>>25988373
also must ask
Was peter the honky that Tyrone beat the crap out of

>>25988341
>[ ] "You got a problem with me Peter?"

With add-on: "C'mon, a real man would tell me what the problem was, he wouldn't hide and complain."

>>25988341
>[ ] "You got a problem with me Peter?"

>>25988400
Nah, if Peter had a doctorate he'd make it the first thing he'd tell you.

I like to imagine the honky that got beat for devil juicin' is Dr. Johnson myself.

Peter is just a nasty intern that's way too full of himself and is way too possessive of 'his girls' including Hilga.

>>25988425
>>25988404
>>25988373
"Problem with me," chosen. Writing.

>>25988436
So he must hate the ever loving shit out of Tyrone

>>25988436
> intern

oh he is getting his nose punched in soo hard

>>25988456
Sure seems that way, the way he's talking to Hilga about it.

>>25988436
How about we ask Hilga for a proper chance to thank her for the words we were allowed!

"You got a problem with me Peter?"

You're not gonna let this go. Peter looks up with irritation, then rips off his surgical mask, "I am WORKING here, don't you have something else to do?"

"I want an answer, Peter. Real man just says it straight up, doesn't just bitch and moan and hope somebody gets it."

This guy reminded you of a man you had to serve under, back when you were still regular army, back at Dak To. Lieutenant, skinny little shit like a weed in his greens, liked to remind people of that when he came walking back in those stuffed pants, those nice sunglasses, and his pins and medals buffed to shit. Walking around, with his swagger stick when the bullets weren't flying, in those moments of calm back at the fire base, as he talked down to men that went on patrols. Didn't give a shit if a man got shot, but he catch you polishing the flagpole, if he caught you not saluting, if your fucking rifle wasn't clean, he'd get this real whiny tone of voice, and he'd do his damndest to act disappointed, like he was doing you a favor sniffing you up and down and trying to get a ladder up your ass. 'Ell Tee,' we called him. Lieutenant thought it was a nickname, decided to take it for himself. Ell Tee was short for little tit, cause he always liked to bitch about his brother. Guessed his momma had mismatched breasts, and Ell Tee had to settle for the little breast while his brother grew big and strong, and ever since he's been whining for that share of momma's milk and hating everybody ever since. A shitty nickname, a shitty joke, a shitty story, but Ell Tee was a shitty person, and 'Nam didn't have the greatest creative minds out in the jungle. You saw Ell Tee die, and found yourself not caring much about it. Guess it was karma to have to find Ell Tee's long lost brother here in your new job.

Peter's staring at you. Damn it, you got lost in thought again. Raises his eyebrows, "Like I was saying? I just don't like to be disturbed in my work. I'm very sorry," He sure wasn't, "That you somehow took offense with what I said. I just don't like it when people who don't know what they're doing come in and try to lecture me on my job, and my job? My job right now is 'Margo,'" He drops his voice a register, really draws out the word, mocking it as if you said 'oogah boogah,' "And right now? You're in the way of my job. You want to bother Margaret, you go talk to Blake. I'm going to go back to fixing what you messed up now, okay?" He looks back to his computers, "Buh bye."

Oh, but this kid was doing his best to get on your nerves.

>[ ] Drop this little fucker.
>[ ] Keep it cool. Thank Hilga profusely, and walk away.
>[ ] Maybe he's just overly protective. Apologize. And mean it. Then go on your way.
>[ ] Other.

>>25988456
>God yes. But he's too afraid to do anything besides pick on Hilga and rely on safety in numbers among what he considers 'his people.'

>I guess Al is really perceptive to see what kind of man Peter Jenkins is at heart.

>>25988663
>[ ] Drop this little fucker. Thank Hilga profusely, and walk away.
Combining options.

>>25988663
>[ ] Keep it cool. Thank Hilga profusely, and walk
away.
+
>>25988509

>>25988663
Keep our voice very calm and sincere.

"Peter. If you do anything to hurt Margaret I will know, I will hunt you down and I have seen ways to hurt people that you wouldn't believe."

And then thank Hilga for letting us talk to Margo.

>>25988663
>>[ ] Drop this little fucker.

every second we don't, I want to do worse

>>25988663
>>[ ] Keep it cool. Thank Hilga profusely, and walk away.
Nothing good will come from escalating.

>>25988726
>>25988722
>>25988679
The more he hates us, the more reason he will see to torment those around him who are related to us, one being Margaret.

Well, at least you guys are agreed to thank Hilga.

Okay, punch or walk? A final vote here to break the tie, I'll give it another five minutes.

>>25988810
[X] Give us a chance to flirt with Hilga

>>25988810
Walk.

He doesn't deserve the whopping we'd give him. The threat of violence is better than actual violence when it comes to spineless fools like Peter.

>>25988810
Walk.

>>25988810
I say walk, unless he makes some snide remark as we attempt to leave, then we leave him on the floor and bleeding

>>25988810
Threaten, restrain from punching, but intimidate the hell out of him.

>>25988833
>>25988839
>>25988840
Alright, five minutes are up, walking, writing.

>>25988830
I don't think Mr. Lynnel could possibly compete with Mr. Alberswazy in this situation.

>>25988852
Yeah, but it would be funny to see what happens

Peter isn't looking at you. Your knuckles audibly crack as you ball them in to fists, glaring a hole in the back of Peter's head.

"Ms. Hilga?" Hilga is regaining her own composure, and she turns, "Thank you very much for letting me speak with Margaret."
"Not a problem."
Peter snorts, tapping at his console.
"And doc- sorry, you're not a doctor yet, are you? Mister Jenkins?"
"I believe I already said my goodbye," Peter mumbles, clearly agitated at the doctor gibe.
"Let me say mine then," You place a hand on his console, and lean in heavily. Peter looks up, and scootches away a tad. Finally you see eye to eye, and to your satisfaction, you see fear.

"I respect that you have what you call a project over there in the next room," You nod at the window, "I really do. You've spent a lot of time with her, and you must be worried about her. And that's fine. But-" You place a hand on his chair, keeping him from rolling away any further, and drag him directly in to your face, "She's not a project. She's a human being. And so are you, punk. To err is human, brother, but I am far from divine," You push him away, stand up, "Next time we meet, you can that knuckle dragger shit, and I better not hear you refer to her like she's your blue ribbon science project, or I might start showing you what I learned in 'Nam, you hear?"

Peter looks pale, working his mouth like a fish on dry land, but you don't give him a chance to respond. Another nod to the fair, one eyed Hilga, then you walk out the door. Alexander Pope quote. You hope he got that. Had to show you weren't a completely uncultured savage. If nothing else, the glare put some fear in to him.

Shit. Where were you going?

>[ ] Mess hall.
>[ ] Armory.
>[ ] Blake's office.
>[ ] Dr. Johnson's.
>[ ] Other, if you can think of something.

>>25988984
[X] Mess hall.

We just got up, we're hungry as hell.

>>25988984
>[x] Mess hall.
Probably hungry after getting shot and having a car crash

>>25989003
>>25989022
Alfred is a hungry hungry hippo. Mess hall is go.

Dear gods, hopefully we don't run into Tyrone in his birthday suit in there. Yeah, that's happening.

>>25989089
He's already in the shooting range in the other thread, if we assume these are both real time.

Freaking Peter. You shake your head angrily. What the heck were you thinking, calling him a punk anyway? You were only thirty six. Not like you were much older than him.

Whatever. After nearly getting killed, eating seems a good idea. You are aware that you're damn hungry.

They're serving dinner by now- looks like they've got a nice selection here, lotta pasta but it seemed that there were four standard plates-

>[ ] Steak, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, glass of milk
>[ ] Spaghetti and meatballs, steamed brocolli, glass of apple juice.
>[ ] Meat lasagna, eggplant, and asparagus, with a glass of grape juice.
>[ ] Other.

You shake your head. It's like a school cafeteri- Oh right. Well, can't complain too much. Least it's better than fucking MREs.

As you take a look at your food choices, you glance out at the tables. You'll have to pick one to eat at, there are some people out there you recognize.

>[ ] Dr. Johnson. Might as well see if you can wheedle some answers out of him.
>[ ] Aw crap. Adam Compton. God damn stick up his ass professional, so perfect you could puke. He has a brat with him, looks like a bored fourteen year old making a school out of mashed potatoes with dyed black hair. Still, he's a handler like you. Might be able to find out some of what's going on.
>[ ] There's a janitor, and what look like some of the kitchen staff hanging out at one of the corners. Might be nice to relax with people more your class.
>[ ] Two guys in suits. Look like tactically shaved gorillas. Think they were called Plaid and Stripes? Weird guys. Hang out with Blake all the time though, see if you can get scuttlebutt from them.
>[ ] And then there's two girls, dressed in the jumpsuit uniforms. A guardswoman with a hand on her gun is nearby, but you suppose she wouldn't stop you. You have to talk to ANTIGONE's assets sometime, right?

You overhear someone murmuring something, "Did you hear about this morning? Swear to god, Christine said it was as long as her-"

>>25989145
[X] Steak, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, glass of milk

Steak is good.

[X] Dr. Johnson. Might as well see if you can wheedle some answers out of him.

See what he wanted to talk about before Blake made him leave, and get some answers about what's going on.

>>25989145
>[ ] Spaghetti and meatballs, steamed brocolli, glass of apple juice.
>[ ] There's a janitor, and what look like some of the kitchen staff hanging out at one of the corners. Might be nice to relax with people more your class.

>>25989145
Our girl is busy in the science thing, so let's just chill with people that aren't fancy scientists.

>>25989211
By that, I assume you mean the janitor and kitchen staff?

Okay, writing for spaghetti and meatballs, and rubbing elbows with the lower orders.

You always liked Italian. You pile on some food from the cook, who eyes you warily from behind the sneeze guard. You have no idea why exactly, but he seems relieved when you content yourself with just the one meal.

You pass by Adam- you give him a nod, and Adam nods back. He had been in military intelligence (Yes, yes, oxymoron joke, haha so funny) before he came here. He was a perfect fit for all this cloak and dagger stuff. Maybe that's why he rubbed you wrong.

You pass by him, and a beaming Dr. Johnson, and sit over at the uncool kids table. The waitstaff seem surprised that you're heading over, but scoot to give you room when you sit down.

It was well worth the time. It doesn't take much prodding to find out things about the place- apparently, there had been another HQ for ANTIGONE before they moved in here- a few of the waitstaff had worked at the old base, which was just a run of the corporate front safe house. They had been bumped up in clearance and kept on. A lot of the sub basements dug here were new- apparently whoever ran this didn't like building up very much. There were only three floors up, and yet there were six floors down- which surprised you. You had only been briefed in five. Leroy apparently is the head custodian, and he says not even any of his cleaning crew had managed to get lower than the third sub basement.

Aside from that, apparently there were nine ANTIGONE subjects in all- they all seemed to have different specialties, but one had died in an accident. All the staff at the table agree they like the kids, and try to dote on them whenever possible. Emilia Blake apparently had been a new face- from outside the project. Before hand, everything had to go through Dr. Kasasa, but he was starting to get very sick in his old age, and Ms. Blake was put in to help administrate matters. Dr. Kasasa had not been seen as of late.

Also, Leroy mentions that the lab celebrated birthdays for the kids. All on the same day, April 21st. Cheapskates. Evidently, the cleaning staff don't believe that they all share the same birthday- all the kids are different ages, and look different. "Can't be clones," Leroy concludes, "Those kids got souls. Clones don't got souls." He says it real confident, as if he's met clones before.

After that, talk heads in a more mundane direction- apparently, a fellow Handler Tyrone Alberswazy was making quite a stir. Somehow, you kept missing the guy, but you'd heard him in the briefing. Last night, apparently he got very sociable with a Ms. Hilga- though Leroy claims down on any 'slurs to Ms. Hilga's character,' apparently the base had a more scandalous idea of Ms. Hilga's interaction with Mr. Alberswazy. After that, apparently this morning Alberswazy had gone in the nude to get breakfast. "And always too damn much food," the chef Gomez laments, "I don't understand how he packs it all away and still stays trim." Strange guy.

Then discussion of good restaurants nearby, bars, lamenting the state of baseball, some questions about your field that you dodge (Why do people always ask if you killed somebody in 'Nam? What the fuck did they think you were over there for?), and a promise to let you in on the office betting pool. They seem like honest folks. Not like the usual spookery and eggheads, but you guess somebody has to mop the floors around here.

You check your watch. You've only got about half an hour left. You had to go to the Armory to get your side arm, then get briefed by Blake for whatever this job was. Time flies when you're threatening interns and eating food. Everyone else that you saw earlier is still here, just wrapping up their meals.

>[ ] Just go get your gun.
>[ ] Actually, there's just one more person I want to talk to...
>[ ] Other.

>>25989424
[X] Just go get your gun.

>>25989424
>>[ ] Just go get your gun.
use the time we save by being anti social to get 2 guns

my votes for a 1911 and a backup revolver

with LOADS of ammo

>>25989409
>>[ ] Just go get your gun.
2 guns

>>25989486
>with LOADS of ammo
Fucking this

we don't need to carry all of it all the time, but we should never be in fear of running out

>>25989486
The 1911 would fit, it was standard issue in Nam. Though I'd personally go for a Browning Hi-Power.

>>25989547
whynotboth.kpg

>>25989486
>a 1911 and a backup revolver
Why would we need two pistols? If we're getting something that's not a 1911 or whatever the standard issue sidearm is, it should be a rifle.

>>25989534
>we don't need to carry all of it all the time
There's a reason cars have trunks.

"Thanks for talking with me," You genuinely mean that, "See you again some time. Don't let Tyrone eat all your food Gomez."

"I'd have better luck turning back time."

You put your tray back, and walk down to where you get guns. It doesn't take long to find thankfully, there's nice little stripes that point you where to go.

It doesn't take long before you reach it. It has a firing range too. Nice.

"Hey, you must be Lynnel," A large man with a beard comes ambling over from your left, from a nice, heavily barred room. He proffers a hand more suited for a bear to you, "Name's Gregor Walsh. Youngest of the Walshs."

You gingerly shake his hand. He seems be a bit ginger when he walks to you.

"I'm Alfred Lynnel, but you already know that. Call me Al," Something about Gregor makes you like him. Probably the prospect of him giving you a firearm, "I'm here to get a gun. Really wasn't happy being caught out in the field without one."

"I heard, understandable," Gregor frowns, "Supposed to be standard issue, but the lab rats get pretty nervous about guns around the kids- I say, that's all the more reason to get a gun, damn it!" He waves his hand, "But, ah, you probably already get that. Anyway," He waves you over to the counter, and goes in a room with a considerable amount of firepower, "The standard issue is an FN Browning Hi-Power but-"

"I was actually thinking of -"
"1911 Colt, I knew you'd say that," Gregor chuckles, placing a nice, shiny .45 on the lip of the window, "You probably have one in your personal possessions, but I figured I'd play it safe and give you a clean one."

"Thanks Gregor, but, I was also thinking of playing it real safe, and getting another gun," You say, possessively dragging the colt over to your side.
Gregor scowls, "Better not be a fucking .44 Magnum. Dirty Harry comes out, and every last son of a bitch wants one of those things."
"...Do you have one?"
Gregor grits his teeth, "Yes."
>You guys pick. I assume you know more.

>>25989578
CZ75B

>>25989608
it the time period is right (it should be, right after 'Nam in the 70/80'sm then I'll second this, best combat pistol before all the plastic fantastics came into the world

Rolled 29

>>25989608
I have no idea, but it sounds familiar so why the fuck not.

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>>25989608
Nah. Let's keep it themed with our 'Nam veteran. Ithaca for versatility. Keep it in the trunk.

>>25989608
oh man, a shortrail 75 would be awesome, if the agency has one, they are rare as fuck

getting all /k/ in here

>>25989608
>>25989618
<3 you /k/

>>25989633
we can have that too, but we need something concealable for discreet work

so my vote is for
1 x Ithaca 37 12g
1x CZ75B 9mm

>>25989578
"I'm not Dirty Harry, I'm in fact a bit insulted.

If you have a CZ 75 I'd appreciate it.

Are we allowed to take a rifle or a shotgun with us, keep it in the trunk?"

>>25989578
Nah. Looking for a rifle, just in case shit goes really bad. Not much point in two pistols.

>>25989645
>we need something concealable for discreet work
That's the 1911.

>>25989648
>Are we allowed to
That line of thinking left us unarmed last time. Fuck what we're allowed.

>>25989645
It'd make sense to be versatile. The .45's ammo capacity is too much of a hindrance.

I hope more people agree though. Two pistols just seems pointless.

>>25989659
while they are roughly the same size, the cz can carry WAY more, and in a gunfight, I'd rather more than bigger

>>25989648
>I'm not Dirty Harry

lol, I can imagine Al saying "there was a guy in the platoon nicknamed 'Dirty Harry', and not for the right reasons, but he stepped on a mine so hes not known for anything now"

>>25989659
You make a good point.

For a rifle either an M-16 since we're used to it or a FN FAL because I love them. And the Ithaca is a solid shotgun. We won't always be carrying all of this, but keeping it in the trunk is good. We got caught unarmed once, it won't happen again.

>>25989666
Having a backup is very useful, you don't always have the luxury to reload.

>>25989675
Me too. The ithaca wouldn't be my first choice either. I'd say an M16 would probably be out best bet, even if it doesn't let people flex their /k/ocks as much.

Ehhh. Well, actually Czech Republic was part of the Warsaw Pact roundabout then... Gimme a bit to look some things up.

>>25989712
>>25989719
If he's not a fan of jamming, he may actually be more familiar with using a captured AK.

>>25989730
It was part of the Warsaw pact, but it was designed for sale to the west, and due to copyright stuff it was copied by others and sold to the US as well.

Full /k/ up in here now.

>>25989730
when designed and the soviets said "no we don't want your peasant shitty pistol" and stuck with the tokarev the Czech were like "well fuck you too" and sold it to everyone they could

>>25989730
well it was the first handgun Delta issued to troops after its formation in 1977 (although many preferred and used 1911's) so I imagine it was not hard to get them, especially seeing the list of clones and reproductions wiki lists

Okay, so, a CZ75B. I've got at least one anecdote of one showing up in the US before the Cold War's end, so I'm going to say Mr. Walsh is a man with an eye for guns.

Now, the other gun, I'm going to try to shorten this down a bit, and boil it down somewhat.

>[ ] M16 assault rifle. They got plenty here, and it'll be good just in case things go completely FUBAR.
>[ ] Ithaca shotgun. A bit more portable than the M16, but ammo capacity leaves something to be desired.
>[ ] Stick to the 1911 Colt. It's been an old friend, you'd hate to betray it. Aside from that, it's easier to conceal than a god damn rifle.

Shwew. I hope I didn't commit an egregious sin of inaccuracy in this mess.

>>25989861
[X] M16 assault rifle. They got plenty here, and it'll be good just in case things go completely FUBAR.

We have a pistol, we could use a rifle.

>>25989861
>>[ ] Stick to the 1911 Colt
let`s skip the bigguns, I`d hate if we turn this quest into a firing range

>>25989861
M16.

>>25989861
>[x] M16 assault rifle. They got plenty here, and it'll be good just in case things go completely FUBAR.

It has the Fun Switch, if thing go FUBAR, thats exactly what we need

Although I bet Al is the kind of guy who reminisces over the xm177e2 he carried in 'Nam, bet he even gave it a name

>>25989861
>Shwew. I hope I didn't commit an egregious sin of inaccuracy in this mess.
doing good so far, try not to get bogged down in the details and those /k/omrades amongst us won't tear you a new one

>>25989878
besiders, bigguns might trigger moar of our flashback, make things go fubar

>>25989899
dude, in combat, Al has his head screwed on right, its out of combat he has trouble

>>25989882
Daisy. Was a fine friend. But he left that in Da Nang.

Calling it for an assault rifle in the trunk, and a CZ75B in the shoulder holster. Writing.

>>25989861
M16. Specifically, the M16A1, although we'll probably call it a XM177E2 if we were MACV-SOG, which would make sense given that we've ended up in a super secret project.

So we teaching the kid how to handle a gun, just in case?

>>25989930
Margo freaks out over flies, the overload of sensory stuff at the range would make her curl up into a tiny ball. She shouldn't have to learn to shoot, that's what we're here for.

>>25989930
Probably a good idea. Docs won't like it though.

>>25989921
seeing that we did end up some where super secret, I don't doubt that Al ran with some rather hard gentlemen in the jungle

good shooting friend of mine was in the AATTV and had some great times with 3rd SOG, ran around with a cut down M79 and carried a mixed load of HE and canister rounds

>>25989946
Well now we Have to take her to the gun range - it's better that she finds out what a gunshot sounds like somewhere safe rather than out and about when we're trying to protect her.

In other words, it won't help if she collapses and curls up when we're trying to get her away from danger, whereas if she learns to at least tolerate guns then she will be more likely to be able to function in a firefight (and by function I mean 'able to run away and take cover').

>>25989992
yeah, its a good idea, as long as we prepare her for it, eye & ear protection and teach her the 4 rules, also, make sure we're the only one shooting before taking her on range

"Well, actually," You lift the 1911. That is a fine weight. But not what you need right now, "Three things. First, Dirty Harry?" You give Gregor a hard look, "C'mon man. What do you take me for? I'm not an idiot."
"You'd be surprised at the sorts of things people ask me," Gregor replies with a chuckle.
"Second, I think the .45 stays in the cage this time around," You set down the pistol and slide it over, almost feeling bad. Gregor looks shocked, "And I was wondering if you happen to have one of those wonder nines. That, that Czech one, the fuck is it-"
"A CZ75?" Walsh is full on mind boggled now.
"Yeah! That's the one!"
"How the fuck did you find out about that one?" Walsh wanders further back in his cave, and then comes back with a pristine looking beauty, and four magazines, "I only have, like, three of these. Haven't even told anybody about them."
"Heh, well, I have friends in places high and low," You smile, gingerly taking it. All steel and malice, a little squat thing of beauty. Fit well in the hand. Short gun too, "One of them practically creamed himself writing about this to me."
"Well, you can tell me how it is then. And the third thing?"
"I'm gonna need a rifle, one that can go full auto. Think you might have heard of one, called an M16?"
"Are you nuts? What the Hell do you want an-"
"Gregor," You set the gun back down, and raise your hands, "Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Margaret and I nearly got killed out there because I wasn't packing a gun. Can you blame me for wanting to take precautions?"
"This isn't the jungle, damn it, and you're not in the army!"
"I got a bullet wound in me Gregor, seems pretty familiar to me," You lean forward, "Just. For. Emergencies. I hope it'll just gather dust in the trunk same as in your armory, but I'd rather it be close at hand if shit goes south again."

Gregor chews on his beard, thinking. Eventually, he shakes his head, "Fine. You're the professional. It'll be in your trunk." Good.

>>25990031
Specify A1 if he's got it, jams are no fun.

>>25990031
>"This isn't the jungle, damn it,
>"I got a bullet wound in me Gregor, seems pretty familiar to me

I like this attitude 'As long as people are trying to kill me, this IS the damn jungle'.

>>25990053
The war never finished...it's just moved to the homeland.

>>25990031
While we're talking bullet wounds wounds got anything to stop bullets from getting well acquainted with my insides. A vest would be useful. Also how do the techs and kids feel about guns round here. Must have been a reason I wasn't issued one on mission. I'm feeling there must be some precedent.

[]Gather information

>>25990031
Since I'm supposed to be doing the spook thing with a side of police work got any recommendations.

>>25990047
was the ammo and training that was the main problem

well, if we've got any time left, lets holster the CZ and try to get some intel on who we may be up against, didn't really expect the targets to have little magicak girls of their own

"And make sure it's an A1!" You shout behind you, checking your watch. Not much time left.
"What the fuck do you take me for?" You chuckle. Well, at least Gregor knew that much, even if he was a bit shy to let the good bits slip out.

You walk away from Gregor, hoping you didn't push him too much. Still, you got a nice, fancy pistol in your shoulder holster under your jacket now, and three magazines in your belt. Nothing helps a man's mood like superior firepower.

You make your way to Blake's office, in a considerably improved mood. Blake is standing when you come in by a window looking to the street, reading some kind of paper, still in her dress suit. You somehow suspect that she can't sleep except on a bed of red ink. She glances up, looks to your gun, and frowns. You sincerely hope she isn't about to bitch about it being non standard, but she doesn't bring up, instead walking to the other side of her desk, and waving for you to sit in a chair opposite of you.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Lynnel."
Not like you had a choice.
"Always happy to serve my country ma'am. Now, what's this job you were talking about?"

Blake leans back in her chair, arches her fingers, and narrows her icy blue eyes in consideration of you.
"There is a man that is going to be performing a drop off in Rock Creek Park. I want you to intercept that package, before someone else does."
"I take it this man isn't one of ours then?"
"No. Man from East Germany. We suspect he's Stasi, but we can't be sure."
"Not Starlight then?" You feel disappointed.
"Not this time, Agent Lynnel. We're...Thinking of how to handle this situation."
"So," You look around in vain for something to drink, but regrettably, Blake preferred a spartan office, "Uncle Sam isn't the only one with psychic tinker toys then?"
"Focus. This should be an easy job," You snort, "And you have a day to prepare. I want you to take on of our assets with you."
"What, you mean the girls?"
Blake rolls her eyes. She hates that.

>>25990142
do we get to choose? because if so, bring Margo with us

"Yes, I mean one of ANTIGONE's products."
"They're people, y'know, you can't just-"
"Lynnel?" God, you swear the room dropped two degrees of temperature, the way she said that. You shut up, "As I was saying, we need to test them in the field, get a chance to see how they do outside of laboratory conditions. I'll give you their folders, you decide."
"Don't worry, I already know who I-"

"I would advise against taking Margaret," Blake is flipping through her folder again, sorting pages, "She still needs time to recuperate."
"I was thinking I would work with her again? See, she saved my ass back there, if it wasn't for her-"
"She saw a man die, graphically, for the first time in her life, unfiltered by her mortal perceptions, Mr. Lynnel, and you really want to take her out again? She'll be scared witless!"
"She's not made of glass."
"No, but she's young. If you truly wish..." Blake leaves that last part unsaid, but passes over the folder, "Just remember the purpose of this project, hm? You're supposed to be testing them, not bonding with them."

Short list. Long dossiers, but there's an essentials page at the front.

>[ ] Elizabeth. Biokinetic.
>[ ] Mckenzie. Telekinetic.
>[ ] Carol. Photokinesis.
>[ ] "...Can't I work with Margaret? I already worked with her."
>[ ] Other.

>>25990157
>>[ ] Mckenzie. Telekinetic.

telekinesis woo

that '[ ] Other' bit made me think of picking Tyrone

>>25990157
"Look, I'll evaluate if Margo is good to go out or not. You said I have a day to prepare right? I'll let you know after I look over the folders and talk to Margaret."

>>25990157
>[ ] Other.
>Read Elizabeth's file
>Ask about Margaret

>>25990181

Seconding. Also glad to see this before I've got to go to work. Thanks for the good feels, OP.

>>25990183
>>25990181
>>25990170
>Eh, it'd make sense if you go through their files first. It'll take a while though. I shoulda made a pastebin come to think of it, with profiles. At any rate, I'll summarize the three. Writing.

>>25990157
>>[ ] Mckenzie. Telekinetic.
Unless something in the files makes me change my mind

>>25990157
I would like to have Margo again, but reading the files sounds good.

"Look, I can evaluate if Margo," A raised eyebrow, "Margaret is good to go out or not. You said I have a day to prepare, right? Lemme look over the folders and talk to Margaret first, alright?"

Ms. Blake taps her finger on her desk, considering the matter, before nodding, "Very well, that is your right. Go ahead and take those with you, but please remember they're classified?"

"Whatever you say."

"Elizabeth. Biokinetic. 13 years old. Elizabeth has displayed from an early age an ability to manipulate the human body- though regrettably, this was only noticed late in development at 13, and was misdiagnosed repeatedly for other disciplines. As of such, she is inadequately trained medically- she can stimulate and direct cell growth, but in at least one instance, has caused lasting nerve damage in an attempt to help. Ability fatigues Elizabeth to great degree. Formula 6 offsets fatigue. Seems to be, if not actively ostracized, disliked by the rest of ANTIGONE's products. Has reacted with, to quote one handler, "Narcissism unseen since Nero." Very self confident, which can further complicate her desire to treat injuries in an attempt to impress. Has however saved more lives, see incident refs: 5/12/78, 5/13/78, 11/2/80."

Might save your life or paralyze you. You feel your back. That explains why you didn't bleed out.

"Mckenzie. Telekinetic. 15 years old. Mckenzie has telekinetic abilities, showing an ability to influence objects in vision at a range of six meters with up to 20 pounds of force without formula 6 dose. Laboratory testing of formula 6 proved negative. Do not under any circumstances treat with formula 6. Subject shows an antipathy to formula 6. Subject linked with incident PERSEUS. Subject has proven herself very patriotic, reliable, and a strong leader. Has trouble taking orders. Seems to have a severe fear of dogs. In stressful situations, gains strength."

Great. A girl that can hit you with twenty pounds of force that doesn't like to take orders.

"Carol. Photokinesis. Shows an affinity for affecting light. Dislikes daylight immensely. Painfully shy, non sociable. Mostly uses ability to go invisible, however during incident PERSEUS, demonstrated ability to blind. Possible application in further focusing light? Believed to be lesser discipline of telekinesis. Formula 6 has remarkable effect, permitting passive effect of invisibility- advise to have some other method of detecting her on hand if treated with formula 6. When under influence of formula 6, gets aggressive, domineering. Does not seem to be primary personality however- afterwards expresses regrets for action. Does not display memory loss like other subjects on dosage of formula 6. Further testing required."

And a recluse that can go invisible when on drugs.

Real bunch of winners.

Margaret is easy enough to find. She's a tall girl, probably about 5'7", she'd be taller if she stood up straight, and there aren't many places in the base. You get the feeling she doesn't want to sleep. Definitely not the firing range, not in the mess hall, ah. Living up to the cliche. You spot her through the door in your wanderings. She's in the lab's library, reading what seems to be a newspaper. Upon walking in, a librarian raises her hand, severe dark haired woman. She leans in, whispers, "She asked to be left alone."

>[ ] She probably already knows I'm here. Approach.
>[ ] Just ask her, "Hey Margo! Mind if we talk?"
>[ ] Walk away.
>[ ] Other.

>6:40AM. I'm starting to lose it. After this next bunch of posts, I'll wrap it up and sleep. Hope you gents don't mind.

>>25990408
[X] She probably already knows I'm here. Approach.

We need to talk to her and she knows we're here. Go and sit down by her.

>>25990408
>[ ] She probably already knows I'm here. Approach.
No use wasting words. Margo's a smart girl.

>>25990408
>>[ ] She probably already knows I'm here. Approach.

>>25990408
>[ ] She probably already knows I'm here. Signal her Margo then approach.

You wave away the librarian, ignore her protests, and walk for the table.

You notice it's last week's paper. That, and entire chunks have been cut out. Suppose they have to keep things a bit on the down low. Margo glances up, strange eyes behind her thick rimmed glasses, and nods to you.

Well, there's a start.

"Mr. Lynnel," She says. Then breaks into a half smile, "Glad you're alive. Elizabeth won't ever let me hear the end of it," She frowns then, glances to her left, sighs, "And, judging by the sound of it, she's telling everyone else a grossly exaggerated version of the story. Egh," She shakes her head, "I know I should go back and sleep, but I just don't want to be anywhere near...THAT."

You check your watch. It is indeed 9:30PM. Though that might not be the only reason that she doesn't want to sleep.

"So," She folds her newspaper, slides it to the side, and knits her fingers together, "What can I do for you, Agent Lynnel?"

>[ ] "I was wondering if you could tell me about Elizabeth/McKenzie/Carol..."
>[ ] "Just wanted to hang out, kid. Wanna go grab something to eat at the mess hall?"
>[ ] "Just wondering how you were holding up."
>[ ] "Do you need to talk?"
>[ ] Other.

>>25990503
>>[ ] "Just wondering how you were holding up."

>>25990503
>>[ ] "Just wanted to hang out, kid. Wanna go grab something to eat at the mess hall?"

>>25990503
"Please Margo, it's Al. You don't have to call me Agent Lynnel.

Look, do you need to talk? I know more about the sort of thing you're going through than most anyone else here."

>>25990543
>>25990534
I guess I'll roll these two together. Writing.

>>25990543
Sounds good, we should do it over grub

>>25990543
Seconding

>>25990598
Eh, I'll throw that in too. IT'S AN EVERYTHING PARTY.

"Margo, c'mon, it's Al. You don't have to call me Agent Lynnel."

Margo cocks an eyebrow at you, "Agent Lynnel sounds better, but...If you insist, Al it is."

She smiles a bit when she says that.

You scratch the back of your hand. Well, hopefully she'll stick with the Al thing. The kid seems okay. But, it almost seems a bit forced. Fuck it, take the plunge. Just ask.

"Look, do you need to talk?" She looks surprised as she looks up at you, "I know more about the sort of thing you're going through than most anyone else here. C'mon, we can go back to the mess and see what Tyrone hasn't eaten."

Well. You were being honest. But, apparently something sets her off when you say that. She narrows her eyes.

"No, no I don't think you know about the sort of thing I'm going through, Al."

Points for her calling you Al.

"Sure I do! I've seen shit," You wave a hand outside of the library, "I, I mean, fuck. Even you have to know about 'Nam."
"I know, but," Margaret looks away, shakes her head, "You gave me a half dose."
"Yes. And that was a good thing!" Even Blake said so.
"You were supposed to give me a full dose, Al!" She realizes she's shouting all of a sudden, and stops, sits down, does that annoying mumbly thing again, before she speaks again, "I wasn't supposed to remember. I'm not supposed to remember."
"Well, it's a good thing you remembered, because we don't have a tape. Now you can tell us what you saw."
"I don't just SEE, when I do...What I do," She's hissing through her teeth now, "I. I get every sense. Including, including an emotional sense," She puts a hand up to her mouth, "He was so scared. And the other one, the other one, he..."

She looks to be on the edge of something. She puts a hand up to her mouth, shuts her eyes. "No. No, I can't."

>[ ] Push her. Let it all out.
>[ ] Respect her boundaries. Leave it at that. Wait it out.
>[ ] "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We can move on to something else if you'd like.
>[ ] Other.

>>25990713
>>[ ] Push her. Let it all out.
talking about it at this point in history is fucking revolutionary

>>25990713
>[ ] "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We can move on to something else if you'd like.

Somehow, pushing the issue doesn't seem like a good idea.

>>25990713
>[ ] Respect her boundaries. Leave it at that. Wait it out.

His rough but if he's supposed to more about these things he's not going to push. Usually you go out drinking and fellow soldiers let it out. He's going to have to change up his tactics a bit. He may have dropped out of college but he's not stupid.

>>25990713
>[x] Other.

"I'm pretty damn sure I felt what the other guy felt when I was in the jungle on more than one occasion, but if you don't want to talk about it, thats fine, come on, lets get you a nice hot chocolate and tuck you in for the night, you need your sleep"

>>25990731
>>25990748
>>25990759
>>25990783
how do we manage to pick all 4 options, in 4 posts...

>>25990713
[X] Respect her boundaries. Leave it at that. Wait it out.

"Margo, you should talk about it, I've seen what happens when people try to forcibly forget what they've been through, it doesn't go away, it just eats at you from the inside.

I'm not going to push you right now or force you to tell me, but if you ever want to talk with someone who knows what it's like to be unable to forget stuff I'm here."

>>25990792
I wonder this every quest.

>>25990783
I like this actually.

>>25990783
>>25990793
i'll second both of these if they can work together

>>25990818
>>25990793
>>25990783
...Alright, fuck it, I'll try. Writing.

>>25990792
Fucking magic.

>>25990748
Changing to >>25990783

This, this isn't really something that you're used to.

You've seen green guys, seen what happened to them in the jungle. It hits people, there's a transition you gotta make. Fuck if you knew what to say though. Margaret seemed to be getting really sick, and lost in her head, and you knew for a fact that that was the last thing to let happen to you. First time you killed a man, you felt nothing. Nothing but the old joke, 'recoil.' But then you went back to your bunk, laughed with the guys as you talked about it, marked it on your helmet (God that was stupid. Never made another mark after that), and then you stared up at the ceiling and wondered if you should feel something. That ate at you.

"Look, Margo. I'm pretty sure, down in the jungle, I felt that fear myself-" Margo opens her mouth, but you bring your hands up together in a silent prayer for patience, "-But if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. You SHOULD talk about it though. I've seen what happens when people just try to forget what they've seen, what they've done, or haven't done. It doesn't go away. It eats you inside out. But you gotta want to talk about it. I'm not going to try to draw it out of you, because you have to want to say it. Listen, the most important thing though, is I'm gonna be right here, ready to listen," You do your best to smile. Look friendly. Margaret is looking down, playing with her hands, compulsively wiping them. Fuck if you know what you're doing, but you forge on, "Though, talking or no, you gotta sleep. Come on, let's get some hot chocolate and get you tucked in."

She rolls her eyes at that, "I'm not a kid," her familiar refrain, but she doesn't object as you go to the cafeteria. Gomez is working there, smiles, gets the cocoa.

As you drink it, you figure you could ask a question or two before she sleeps. Probably not about the murder, but maybe some other things.

>[ ] "Tell me about your fellow psychics."
>[ ] "So, would you be up for a job?"
>[ ] Other

Rolled 15

>>25990951
>[ ] "Tell me about your fellow psychics."

>>25990951
[X] "So, would you be up for a job?"

"They have some spook assignment for me to deal with, do you feel like you can go out there?"

Rolled 81

>>25990951
>>[ ] "So, would you be up for a job?"
distaction is the best cure for a fucked up mind(at least for a while)

>>25990951
>[ ] "Tell me about your fellow psychics."

She's not ready.

>>25990951
>>[ ] Other

"Think you're up for another job so soon? or would you rather one of the other girls take this one?"

Oh fuggit, asking both at once.

>>25990951
>[ ] Other
give her the D

>>25991070
we're good at this arn't we

>>25990951
>[X] "Tell me about your fellow psychics."

She isn't ready, she needs time to cope.

"Soooo," You slurp at your cocoa, "I've only really worked with you so far. How are the others?"
She looks over her mug, and cocks an eyebrow, "Others?"
"Y'know. The fellow members of ANTIGONE."
"Oh, right, well," Margaret frowns, "I dunno. There's ten, well, nine now in total. We've had a few of us graduate. You'd have to be a bit more specific," She slurps on her cocoa, frowns, looks inside, "Dang. I was hoping for a marshmallow."

"Well, okay, how about, Elizabeth. She fixed me, right?"
"Yeah," Margo gives a sour look at that, "And she'll never let me live that down. She's got a way of really digging under your skin. She always has to prove that she's the best, no matter what. Still, I owe her," Margaret admits this in the same way a man admits he needs a root canal.
"Alright. How about Mckenzie?"
"Oh, she's alright. She has a stubborn streak a mile wide, but she's really quite nice. One time, I, ah, well, kinda snuck out. They spotted the breach, but they didn't know which of us did it. As soon as Dr. Johnson walked in to the dorm, Mckenzie strode right up, announced that she had done it, and would do it again a thousand times over," She smiles, "She can be histrionic, but she's a good friend."
"Hm. And Carol?"
"Carol," She looks sad then, shakes her head, "I don't know her enough. She...Well, she likes to be apart. She's nice, but I feel like I do a disservice to her, not getting closer to her."

A frown appears, "These are all untested members. They're at the top of the charts for field work in waiting. What's this about?"
"Well," Be blunt. Be straightforward. God, it's a job, it's not like you're telling her she doesn't get to go on a field trip, "Blake wants me to go out again, and she wants me to pick one you gals to come along. Those were the three on the list given to me."
"I wasn't on the list, was I?" Margo gives a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "I don't have to be a clairvoyant to guess that."
"Yeah, Blake says she thinks you need some R&R."

Margaret nods, "If Ms. Blake thinks that, she's probably right."

Not quite a no.

"Thank you for the hot chocolate Agent Lynnel-"
"Al."
"Right, Al, sorry. Anyway, thank you for hosting me, and thank you for visiting me. I have to go to my personal Hell now. Elizabeth will probably have already sowed quite an explicit tale for the rest of the girls," She stands from the table, attempting to look graceful, which really is not possible for such an awkward girl, "I must defend my honor, sirrah. Have a good evening."

"You too, Margo."

She gives a gangly bow, and then trots back off to the deeper recesses of ANTIGONE base.

You sincerely hope she doesn't have nightmares. You know how awful that is. Speaking of, time to face your nightmares. You contemplate the folder, take it with you. You can decide in the morning.

For now, you must sleep.

>8:00AM. I should just stay awake throughout the whole day, haha that's silly. I'm going to bed guys. Thanks for paying attention. I gotta find a way to run this quest without fucking my sleep schedule. Night.

>1968-1971

Wut

>>25991237
> under your skin
> biokinetic
OH NO YOU DIDN'T.

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>>25991247
>Also, I need to find an appropriate title picture for this quest. There was a kindly fellow last thread that mentioned he might draw Margaret and Alfred. If anybody has that picture, would they mind posting it? If not, just, I dunno. I should probably drop it and sleep before I further embarrass myself. Night.

>>25991247
>Thanks for paying attention
Thanks for making our time worthwile

>>25991265
haha is joke you see

>>25991247
good night
and good work
someone archive this

>>25991272

That works for title image. I like it.

>>25991247
> Quest
> sleep schedule
You say words, but they don't make sense.

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>>25991308
Eh, maybe if the character was Adam Compton.

I get the feeling that Alfred is a lot less clean. A bit more Harrison Ford.

Here's a pic of young Al back in 'Nam though.

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>>25991272
How about this

>>25991389
Just add zergface.

any of you going to archive this?

>>25991272
whens next thread?

also, may I suggest getting a twitter to announce session times ahead of time, rather handy for finding threads when they start

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>>25991394
Don't have any image editing skills whatsoever, sorry

>>25991434
That's a very good question.

It's got posts enough if somebody can keep it up, hopefully InternalAffairs will see it when he wakes up.