RPG DCHCT - Department of Counter Hacking and Counterterrorism (play)

[BondFanatic]

[b]Location[/b]: Somewhere off of the Western African coast
[b]Date[/b]: Classified
[b]Time[/b]: Classified

[i]A lone guard, patrolling the deck of a ship, was just doing his rounds when a blunt object smashed into the back of his head, and a figure, cloaked in black, dragged his body away. Several ropes flew over the side of the ship, and several other figures climbed onto the deck.[/i]

[b]???[/b]: Demo team, get down to the boiler room and set the charges.

[i]Three figures walked away, carrying several packs of an unknown substance. The first man signaled to two others and walked away. They walked to the bow and looked around. One of them pointed up, to a ladder. The man signaled again, and all three climbed down the ladder. They stopped in a dark passage and slowly walked around a corner, where a lone guard was patrolling. The first man drew a silenced pistol and squeezed the trigger. The man fell to the ground with a hole in the side of his head. One of the men rushed forward and dragged the body into a small room and closed the door.

All three advanced forward and saw a locked door. The second operative stepped forward and drew a small cylinder from their belt. He jammed it into the lock and removed it as a small pop echoed through the hallway. He pushed the door open and noticed three men sitting with their backs to them. All three went in separate directions, and all three guards fell to the floor, all three with broken necks. The leading man removed his mask and walked to the center console. He raised his radio and turned it on.[/i]

[b]???[/b]: CT Command, this is CSM Linden. We've secured the bridge. Demo charges are set. Preparing to bring vessel to ordered demo point.

[b]Command[/b]: Good. Evac everyone off the boat and head to the assigned pickup location.

[b]Linden[/b]: Yes sir.

[i]As Linden turned off his radio, the other two operatives removed their masks, revealing Private Madoline West and Private Major Ryan Schezar.[/i]

[b]Linden[/b]: West, bring the ship thirty degrees southwest. Three knots.

[b]West[/b]: Yes sir.

[i]Several minutes later, the ship stopped. Several minutes after that, six operatives of the U.S. Department of Counter Hacking and Counterterrorism CT Team jumped over the side of the ship and swam away. After they were a good distance away, one of the operatives pulled a remote from his belt and pressed a button. As he did this, the side of the ship was torn apart as the explosives detonated. The ship began to list, and after a few minutes of falling on its side, it sank. As the ship slowly sank to the bottom, along with the large arms shipment in its cargo bay, a dull thumping resonated through the air. A green helicopter flew above the operatives and dropped lines into the water. Each of them climbed up, and the helicopter flew away.[/i]

[center][size=14][b]DCHCT - Department of Counter Hacking and Counterterrorism[/b][/size][/center]

[u]Several days later...[/u]

[i]As CSM Linden was resting in his quarters, a man came in and shook him awake.[/i]

[b]Linden[/b]: What?

[b]McGregson[/b]: We've got a lot of chatter on their frequencies. They're going to attack again.

[b]Linden[/b]: When do I need to mobilize?

[b]McGregson[/b]: 48 hours.

OOC: And so we begin...

[Corey]

Sharp. It's the only way. A sharp blade is a silent blade. A silent blade is a smart blade. A smart blade is a deadly blade. My knives were all deadly. I rubbed them slowly with the wet stone and sharpeend the already sharp edge even more. For hours on end I would do this. Some called me repetitive, or fanatical. I prefer obsesive compulsive. It seems to work out better on paperwork.

The hairs on my neck were straight up. Something was happening. It wouldn't do any good to dwell on the future, though. Sharpness was key, and you could only be sharp when you lived in the moment.