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[size=1][b]SYF:[/b] [I]Águila Del Desierto[/I]

Three years have passed since the last crisis for the SYF. Corruption from within, the disbandment and imprisonment of their first agent, and illegal Uranium mining out in the outback that was being orchestrated by a Colombian based crime syndicate that had connections to unheard of terrorist factions.

All in all not a good four years for Liam.

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The glass window shattered as a spray of bullets tore through and bit into the dashboard. Liam winced as shards bit into his cheek. He strained behind the wheel and spun the car a full circle to face the copter behind him. It banked into a hovering position, taunting him to do something about it. Liam winced again and merely pulled the blood soaked shards out of his cheek.


The apache hovered forward, the sound of the hellfire rockets arming echoed around the concrete courtyard.


Liam glanced round and his eyes rested on the hidden, covered destruct button, linked to a small amount of detonator Semtex hidden beneath the customised WRX one hundred and twenty litre fuel tank. Quite an explosion. The vision blurred and blackened, zooming forward to the deafening explosion and the feeling of being lifted of his feet, flames licking at his heels. Liam shook his head and snapped out of the trance.


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?I hate industrial compounds. Have I mentioned how much I hate them??

?Yes you have Liam. Continually.?

Liam checked the clip in the MS1. ?Well I do. There are way too many shadows?too many twisted turns and easy places for an ambush.?

Rae rolled her eyes and dropped back a couple of steps to talk to Jaudiar. Liam just shook his head and sped up a little, anxious to get out of the corridors and through the doors up ahead.

?I could have sworn Blair came this way?? He muttered just has he stepped out into the shed.

Liam paused, just as he realised how big the shed was, and the absence of cover. He just got the swear word out as he looked up the side of the shed, and into the smiling eyes of Blair, and his M16.

There was a click and Liam realised his MS1 wasn?t coming up fast enough. He tried to leap to the side, but his feet slipped on the oily concrete. Bullets ricocheted around him and the tin walls amplified the deafening echo.

Four bullets made their mark. One grazed his temple, instantly unconscious. The others bit into his prone form, into his leg, shoulder and ricocheted off his ribs.

Liam lay in a pool of red, rapidly being discoloured by the glistening oil.

Rae and Jaudiar stepped over the threshold in time to see Blair scarper through an exit up on the railing.

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[b]SINGAPORE[/b] [I][b]Present Time:[/b] Four PM[/I]

It has been said that every agent has one truly excruciatingly painful point in there lives, but after it, they move on to a cushy desk job and laugh about it in their later years.

Liam was yet to drop a chuckle.

?Of all the worst times to use your head. You couldn?t be the epitome of a dumb bodyguard and continue to pay attention to the burst car tyre.? Liam shook his head and slumped further down behind the garbage bin.

Liam, now nineteen and one year away from leaving the SYF, had been ordered to take out a Triad general. Publicly. As in, shoot him through the head at close range in a crowded market so that everyone knows that he?s gone.

It had gone well right up until the drawing of the Desert Eagles.
The scheduled distraction, a car driving past and the left front tire exploding, had bought the Triad?s attention.

All bodyguards were keenly interested in what was going on.

?All of them except one damnit. Stupid bright spark?

One bodyguard, obviously feeling something was afoot, decided to look the other way. Right at Liam, and the 9mm Desert Eagle he was halfway through drawing. Liam might?ve beaten him to the punch?if it wasn?t crucial to the mission that only the Triad General to be taken out and his bodyguards left alive that is?

Liam almost had the pistol trained on the base of General?s skull when something slammed into his chest and sent him wheeling over a stall behind him.

Liam had hit the ground running. Half of the Triads in Singapore were now searching the city for a Caucasian male in a bright orange shirt and black cargos.

So that left him hiding in an alley behind a dustbin while bleeding from a bullet would to the chest.

Whatever had hit him must?ve been bigger than a 9mm round. He was wearing the thickest Kevlar flak jacket he could find.

He checked the wound. The bullet had ripped right through and was now wedged between two ribs, its metal butt was glistening out of the bloody hole right back at him.

Liam groaned and glanced around the side of his cover. A police car was there, parked at the lights?but there were two triad members over the other side of the road. He had to risk it.

With one hand over the hole in his shirt and his legs blurring in a flurry of movement, he made the blind dash for the vehicle and leapt into the back seat through the open window.

Two startled officers spun round at their unexpected passenger.

Liam offered up his hands, revealing the bloody wound, smiled and said sheepishly, ?I?m turning myself in??

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[b]Rekindle the memories[/b]

Due to the increasing amount of child hostage situations and other classified reasons, branches of the M16, CIA and ASIO have combined to form the SYF. An intelligence agency based on the use of 12+ teenagers for situations where adults cannot enter. The aptly named [b]S[/b]pecial [b]Y[/b]outh [b]F[/b]orce is made up entirely of the children of existing adult agents. These children have already been trained in all degrees of weaponry, vehicle and even technical espionage, by their parents. Taking advantage of this, the SYF recruited them, with permission from their parents, and trained them to the extreme. Now, the SYF bureau has a total of one hundred and twenty-one teenage members, some orphaned and some still backed by their parents.

Now, that was seven years ago. The first member of the SYF program, Liam, is no longer an emotionally scarred gun-ho teen, but a rather moody nineteen year old that is one year away from and itching to hit the real espionage and put the SYF behind him.

Pity the ?real agents? lead a life that?s considerably less exciting.

Currently the SYF is just back on track after the fiasco three years ago. The Colombian drug lord Pizaro and his daughter have been taken care of, but Pizaro?s second in command, Blair, is still at large.

However, the SYF has brushed that all under the carpet and has been put in charge of investigating the alarming amount of child extortion and kidnapping in Singapore at the request of the Singapore government.

Such a fun filled life a late teen leads.

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Sign up below as follows. The characters Jaudiar and Rae are already taken from the SYF 2.

You don?t have to read [b]SYF[/b] [I]Garrotted Threats[/I] but giving it a quick once over would really help you in finding the characters backgrounds and developments.

[b]Name:[/b] Liam

[b]Side arm (pistols only):[/b] Desert Eagle 9mm, shoulder holster. Teflon coated armour-piercing rounds

[b]Trained in (best at/specifically, two choices):[/b] Computer espionage, Marksmanship

[b]Age(between 12 and 19):[/b] 19

[b]Bio:[/b] (Continued from above) Liam and his twin sister were introduced to the fact that their parents were secret agents when they were the tender age of twelve. Both of the twins were the original guinea pigs of the SYF and were given extensive training by both their parents and the SYF academy during holidays and weekends. Although Liam was trained in all aspects, he particularly found favour in Computer espionage and Marksmanship.

In the crackdown on Pizaro, Liam has had to kill his turncoat sister, almost blown up by mines, tortured by Rae when she was under cover as Pizaro?s sick daughter. Whipped nigh unto death by Pizaro. Gone loco and almost killed a Janitor. Has been locked away in a detention centre and has been sent way out west to a foster family.

In the past three years, however, he?s been keeping low and out of the keen public eye. He gave university a shot, Charles Sturt in the middle of no-where, and has now since settled down and accepted his past.

It doesn?t mean that he isn?t still jaded, however.
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[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Name: Zharra Kellnine Dominae

Side arm: Teflon coated Carbon Black survival knife, Glock 9mm.

Trained in: Assasination and Computer programing/hacking

Age: 19

Bio: The cousin of legendary agents Ananda and Jaudiar, Zharra has been trained by the best. Specifically, Ananda. Jaudiar was killed by a sniper during a mission in Congo, but died doing what she loved best; carving out someone's internal organs alphabetically. Zharra is both cool, calm, collected, and above all, delightful. Her additude leaves nothing to be desired, except a romp in the bedroom, and as she's more or less legal in most countries, she's a whole lot of fun. She likes to flirt, but generally is more suited to deep conversations, or tissue massages.

Her build is well suited to her activities, slinking around in shadows, slitting people's throats, but she has the most fun while taking apart someone's harddrive and putting it back together again. Either that or a good spar with a fellow agent. She's loyal, willing to serve, and an excellent friend. The type you count on to watch your back, ***, and other important items.[/color]

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple]Liam, this interests me greatly. I hope it's all right that I sign up even though I was not involved with the previous editions.

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[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Bailey Carlmine

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Sidearm:[/b] silver Beretta 9mm, thigh holster

[b]Trained In:[/b] Marksmanship, stealth

[b]Bio:[/b] Bailey is a work in progress. She comes from a sketchy criminal past, but she is clever, bold, relentless, and brutally honest. While being held in a juvenile detention center at the age of 15, one official connected with the SYF took note of her potential and sent her off for training. By age 17, Bailey had found her natural talents under SYF training, and swore off thievery in order to restart her life. Recklessness still suits her, but at least under new allegiance her behavior is excused and wildly encouraged.

Bailey's personality is brash and outgoing. She melts perfectly into new situations, often making quick allies with people in one sitting. Her sense of humor is constant entertainment for those who gravitate toward her, though those closest to her are convinced that her humor is a mask for underlying darkness.

Despite her friendliness, Bailey is also quick to kill. She obeys orders and doesn't like to cause any uncessary trouble, unless it has to do with her love life. She enjoys men squabbling over her attention, and is known to often lead one on and pull him around until she gets bored. Bailey is no stranger to the joys of sexual relations, but she certainly isn't ready to settle down.

[b][Appearance:][/b] Like her disposition, Bailey's appearance is pleasing. With waist-length, golden-blonde hair and stunning violet eyes, she nearly commands the attention of everyone around her with her looks alone. She stands at a curvaceous 5'7" and often wears skin-tight jumpsuits perfectly suited for stealthy missions.

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[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]Heh. You know I'm in, Liam. ^.~

[b]Name:[/b] Raellyra (Rae) Adara Stanton

[b]Side arm (pistols only):[/b] 9mm silenced glock

[b]Trained in (best at/specifically, two choices):[/b] Intellegence, Surveillence.

[b]Age(between 12 and 19):[/b] 19

[b]Bio:[/b] First became initiated when she found out that her brother and foster parent, Adam, (eight years older than herself) was actually a secret agent. She later found out that her other brother, Matthew (two year older), was a member of the SYF. It was five years ago when she herself became involved in the SYF, and it was obvious stright away that, while her marksmanship was just above average, in surveillence and intellegence she was almost brilliant.

In the Pizaro incident, Rae found out that her oldest brother, Adam, was a traitor, and that Matt -- who'd she'd been told was dead -- was alive, well, and going to University. She went undercover as Pizaro's daughter, after finding out that she looked remarkably like her, and, in the course of her mission, had to torture Liam, or blow her cover.

In the past three years, Rae's been working with Liam on a regular, but not constant basis. She's been catching up with her brother Matt, and has had to undergo counselling for several incidents, including the Pizaro fiasco.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Lithe and flexible, with a slim build and average height -- about 5'7''. Rae has black hair and light blue eyes. She normally wears cargo pants, baggy jeans or skirts, with a T-Shirt or blouse over the top, and whatever shoes she can find -- usually boots of some sort.[/size]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Name: Katarina "Whisper" Tarjarian

Side arm (pistols only): Yarygin [img]http://www.globalarms.net/images/Izhevsky/yaryginpist.jpg[/img]. Clicke [url=http://www.globalarms.net/topics/izhevsky/izhevsky.htm][u]here[/u][/url] for information on the weapon, though it's basically a 17+1 shot pistol, with twin column magazine. Also, twin knives.

Trained in (best at/specifically, two choices): Hand to hand combat, survival
Age(between 12 and 19): 17

Bio: Well, when the KGB found out a few of their....allies...were putting together a multi-national task force, they immediately assumed it was specifically created to target their actions, and surprise the KGB members by exposing them to the kind of teenage life they weren't really equipped to deal with...

So, they truly howled.

Eventually, after whatever diplomatic pressure, and a few dark hints about certain Cold War secrets both sides had previously agreed to keep, and America quietly told the other two involved nations that they'd soon have a new compatriot.

Russia was quite happy with this...Then, of course, they realised that they'd actually have to come up with a crazy teenager, under 19 years old, who was actually loyal to Russia, actually intelligent, and could actually do something useful so she didn't get sent back immediately. After all, the KGB did have a reputation to protect.

Unlike the other three nations, the KGB refused to simply scalp their kids...For one thing, the percentage of them with kids was a low single figure number, and secondly, they were all under 7.

So, they went back to the crazy enough to participate criteria, and started sending out their more highly trained agents to some of the more notorious nightclubs...

There were about five fatalites. On the agents' part. The ravers got by without even a lot of blood.


Anyway, the KGB decided that the best people they could probably find were those responsible for the deaths in the first place. From the reports of the surviving agents, they tracked down two or three potentials.

They found all three of them at once, Katarina and two female...friends. Anyway, the compromising situation they were caught in made it somewhat difficult to fight, but they still managed to kick the crap out of twice their number of "highly trained Russian spies, the most dangerous men and women in their fields"....Katarina and her friends, after finally being subdued, were trained for a quick six months, mainly in the languages and such they weren't familiar with, the field work they excelled at. Anyway, the KGB decided to keep Katarina's friends, and send her off...

Which, of course, was a mistake. Anyway, after a truncheon to the back of the neck, Katarina woke up on a plane, her friends woke up back in their rooms. No one was particularly happy. Least of all Katarina, mainly because she doubted anyone in Singapore spoke Russian, her accemt was truly shocking, she was being left entirely on her own except for some rather foreign types, and they'd taken her weaponry and given her Russian standard military issue. Now what was wrong with an RPC-90 or the American Calico?

Katarina wasn't really sure.

After sending her, the KGB rather belated did a background check on her and her friends. They came up with nothing on any part. Which, of course, suited them fine. If they couldn't find anything on one of their own citizens, chances are no one else could either.


Description: Katarina is five foot ten, and rather slender. Her hair is pale, almost white blond, and tends to be worn tied back, to keep it out of her face. Her skin is typically Russian pale, though she has very dark black eyes, with long, dark eyelashes. She has a rather attractive figure, but doesn't often show it off, tending to dress in black jeans and a tight but long sleeved black top. Heavy black boots. Spikes around the neck, single strip, triple studs around the wrists. All steel and leather, no foam or plastic trash. Interestingly enough, those studded strips of leather can fit on her hand in a number of positions that make for rather effective knuckle dusters. Three rings, one on each ring finger, both celtic, and a third on her right index finger, that one with the Russian translation of "Whisper" engravd on it, the engraved area filled with onyx. When required, will wear thin leather gloves. Also wears a necklace. Thin black metal chain, with some kind of amulet on the end. Due to the clothing she wears, it's not obvious what it is. No piercings, but she has a few tatoos. Don't worry about it, no one is going to see them...[/font][/color]

[The Unholy Newt]

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[b]Name:[/b] Bradley Russo (Pronounced [i]Rooso[/i], a couple of people have had trouble pronouncing it so I thought I'd get it clear)

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Sidearm:[/b] .45 Colt Revolver (An oldie but my personal favourite)

[b]Specialization:[/b] Intelligence, Martial Arts (Various)

[b]Bio:[/b] Bradley was always thought of as the type who was brawn and not brains. Except to those who had actually seen his report card. Until recently he had been obsessed with reputation and was extremely worried that one of his 'friends' (i.e. people whi pretended to like him lest they be beaten a bloody pulp) would discovered that was in fact not the macho dumb a** that everyone thought he was.

Brad's parents had always been an enigma to him. Wonderful people, very nice and warm but also very close mouthed. As far as Brad knew, his father was a lawyer and his mother a psychologist. They never discussed their work at all, giving the excuse that they could not betray their client's trust and go blabbing their business to a teenager. Usually Bradley would just shrug it off until he actually pulled his head out of the clouds and observed his parents.

At least once a month one of them would get a phone call and suddenly have to go on a business trip. Usual excuses, business convention, court case out of town. Again this seemed semi-normal to Bradley. Then he noticed even more strange things. One time his father came home from a 'business trip' with a very severe limp. When asked about it he shrugged and said he tripped. Even more strange were the most unusual people who would turn up at their door every so often. They would converse in hushed whispers and then leave.

Eventually Bradley decided to discuss these strange occurences to his parents. He talked to them about his concerns and during the conversation both his parents burst out in big grins. Thet told him it was about time he noticed these things and then his father went and made a phone call. Nothing more was said about the subject until the following night. A man showed up at their door and was invited in. He sat down with all three of the Russos and Bradley was informed of who his parents really were. ASIO operatives.

Bradley's jaw dropped on disbelief. The man started to talk about another organisation by the name of SYF. He said they were an organisation made up of adolescent operatives to handle situations that would be easier for kids to handle rather than adults.

Bradley's life altered severely after that.

[b]Description:[/b] Bradley is a very well built person. He his light grey eyes and dark brown hair. He is rather attractive however he chooses to wear plain and simple clothes.

~TUN

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[liamc2]

The thread is up, so if y'all would like to mosey on over there, we can get this party going. ^_^

[url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=32366][b]SYF 3:[/b] [i]Águila Del Desierto[/i][/url]

[Ravenstorture]

[font=gothic][color=darkgreen]Finally... sorry about that, Liam.

Name: Malania Alekseyevich

Side arm (pistols only): Yarygin. The information is above.

Trained in: Languages, manipulation.

Age: 17

Bio: Anyway, after the six month training period, Malania ended up as an internal security agent. Now, internal security agents in the KGB comprise about half the force, but this was a little more special. Malania isn't out to watch for corruption or anything like that....She's been ordered to watch Katarina. Everything that happens to her, she has to report. She was in Singapore before Katarina got there, and knows everything about everybody involved in the SYF project. Of course, Malania isn't exactly certain about how likely she is to actually go along with that, in fact a jump ship might be rather likely.

Description: Malania is very thin, very pale, and rather attractively figured. She's tall, slightly shorter than Katarina. Unlike her friend though, she has jet black hair, a few inches longer than Katarina's.
Other than that, they could almost be twins.[/color][/font]