Even though the world was about to end around everyone, it was a much more peaceful day than usual around the facility. A majority of the mobile task force was actually unknowing of the currently unfolding situation as a whole, but curiosity was usually piqued by seeing two of the most notable figures in the force getting prepped for a mission. And just those most notable. It was very obvious to most that something big was going on, but it was made very adamant not to ask, or attempt to find things like this out on your own. It could cause a lot of problems for one's self, and others around them to be snooping where there's no need to.
First and foremost, one surprise was that Captain Kerrigan's was rumored to arrive here. Him being a renown veteran from launching some of the most important operations in Agency history, and succeeding, made him quite the man to look up to. He also personally leads people in the field, rather than staying behind. Although quite a few officers do this, it is still a notable and revered feature.
It was heard around that he'd handpicked the operatives for something, as well. Although, that much was still up to speculation among the people. It'd only make sense for the renowned, respected officer to have the sort of freedom like that.
Lyle Jarrod, known around for his master marksmanship, was one of the handful picked. He was easy to notice due to his Irish accent, along with his rather gaunt yet handsome features. Lyle wasn't a man of large stature, holding a rather 'average' build. Still, his years in this field of work have given him a rather fine muscular structure. His hair is always kept at a uniform buzzcut, which he keeps covered under a standard black Agency beret. He's been reported to usually score a ninety-five percent accuracy rating at the firing range, and usually the same amount on missions as well.
Anika Griffin, a young woman with a slender build and golden blonde hair; kept rather short. No one knows exactly where she came from; strangely, all of her personal files are of level five clearance. Even so, everyone assumes it's for the best not to ask at all. Her ruthless and ambitious attitude assure that. That, and her expertise on close combat makes her a rather unwise choice of an enemy.
The two picked were completely opposite ends of the specialization spectrum, making a more versatile duo, along with the other members to be. After rumors spread around, most of the Sergeants told members that this was a setup for a training exercise. They couldn't do anything but buy that.
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The VTOL aircraft landed on a platform that wasn't immediately recognized to Acheron, but it was easy enough for him to assume that it was an Agency bay; just as his hunch would tell him, the platform itself would lower underground, many meters below the disguised private industrial lot. The place was located just the right distance from civilization for convenience, out in the boreal forest of the northern borders of the country.
Just outside of the window, it was easy to spot a plethora of activity. Men and woman in uniform were bustling across the warehouse-like room, activity of assorted machinery and voices shouting throughout the poor acoustics; most of which were muffled out by the foot-thick glass in front of his face.
With another definite 'click', the platform sunk and locked into the floor of the same color. Above them, a horizontal blast door had closed, covering their entrance, as if nothing had happened there at all. Unbeknownst to Acheron and Zephyr at the moment, Kerrigan had stood and approached the exit. A combination keypad lay nearby, and he swiftly punched the code; each number making a similar beeping sound. This drew the two teens' attention away from the surroundings, and over to the officer.
A quiet hiss was heard, and the door rapidly popped out of place, before it caught itself and lowered at a steadier rate. It was as if they were prisoners being transported to their next destination. Thinking of the situation, it was actually quite similar to that.
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Operation Hades
Science FictionIn the world's darkest days, a government sponsored organization only known as 'The Agency' is tasked with creating a new breed of soldier. In the world's darkest hours, The Agency has resorted to its last contingency.