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So it begins


You all walk into a what looks like a medium sized meeting room. The table has seating for eight people with a chair at the head of the table. In that seat sits a heavy set man wearing a business suite. Behind is a white board, next to the white board is a display that currently shows a map of the world with glowing red dots. The dots fade in and out, as if they are keeping track of something or a lot of somethings. The man looks at both of you and says in a slight Canadian accent "Please take seat, gentlemen. My name is Mr. Hughes."

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

Samuel enters the room and inquisitively gives it a look over as he walks a few paces towards the large wooden conference table. He makes note of the flashing lights on the world map but couldn't imagine what they're for. As Mr. Hughes speaks and asks them to sit Samuel nods to him politely, adjusts his leather jacket slightly, and then takes a seat in the second chair on the right side of the table. He slides the chair back forward to the table and folds his hands neatly in his lap.

Wilhelm follows Samuel into the meeting room and makes his way to the nearest chair on the left of the table. "I assume this important Hughes? I have more work piling up every second I'm here." Taking a moment to adjust his glasses the older man reaches into his pocket and produces thin metal cigarette case. Retrieving a smoke he begins to fish through his pockets in hopes of finding a lighter.

"Doctor may I remind you, that is a non smoking office. As to why you're both here in this meeting room is that your going to be brought in the full scope of Department 7. I'm sure you have all heard of the boogyman, Slender man, and other things that go bump in the night. Well we both back to those things. We send you out and take a look and then deal with the problem. " [/color] He puts his hands on top of a a blue folder resting on the table and goes on speaking," So, now you have a choice, you can go out into the field and make a difference by taking this mission or we can send back into the mundane world; but If you take the mission, I can give you full details and answer any questions you have. If you chose not go on the mission then no hard feelings, and we'll pay for a plane ticket to anywhere in the world.[/color] He eyes look from one and then to the other.

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

"You have folks dying to get onto your table doc...?" Samuel manages a quick joke, nothing more than a friendly jest, before Mr. Hughes begins to speak on the nature of their little briefing. As the heavyset man details out the employment opportunity that's being played before them Samuel leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through the scruffy hair along the right side of his head. "So its a promotion to full time field agent then? I couldn't complain about that in the slightest, beats working on the ground floor as nothing more than a hired bounty hunter..."

Wilhelm creases his attempt to find a lighter though he makes no effort to remove the cigarette. "I don't know about this Hughes. Field work is a young mans game - I don't have the energy to be chasing folk stories halfway across the world. Not to mention how many field agents turn up in my office." He pauses to fight back a coughing fit before sighing. "Still I suppose it my do me some good to get out of doors occasionally. Might even get to put my training to use on something other then a cadaver. Ah screw it why not. I'm in."

Hughes nods as he opens the folder in front of him. "Department 7 has been around since the start of time under different names. The knights Templar for example was one of the names. What we do is hold back what most folks call monsters but in house the term is shadow kind. The flow of of shadow into our world is best compared to the tide and currently it's high tide. You two can actually see the monsters are they really are. For some reason normals or mundanes do not. ." He stood up and pushed a button on the table. The map that was next to him moves to the center and enlarges itself. " This is the map of the world as you can tell, the red dots are instances of supposed shadow activity." He pushes another button and the map zooms into a country. " This is Australia, there have been news reports that Kola bears have been killing, we think it may be another drop bear. So you two will go and find out. He sits down again and slides over the folder with names of local folks who claim to have seen the creature. You will be heading to Sydney. I must remind you that this all under the radar, meaning we don't have any government support. Your covers and passports along with plane ticket ; and gear will be handed to you down in the armory. Any questions? He leans back in his chair.

Wilhelm pauses for a moment to absorb the information he has been given before asking a single question. "...whats a drop bear?"

"A drop bear is like a Kola only they are about the size of a very large dog, have coarse grey fur with dark mottling." Hughes answers as he stands up to leave.

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

'A silly rumor designed to scare tourists that wander down under.' Samuel thinks before being cut off by Mr. Hughes' actual explanation. "All those real threats out there, and we're going to start off by tracking down tourist rumors?" He sits forward in his chair and tries not to keep glancing over at the Dr.'s cigarette lest he begin to want one himself. Grabbing the folder on the table he begins to leaf through the paperwork inside, he skims the text but doesn't truly read much just yet, they'll be plenty of time for that on the plane it seems. "Still, Australia should be a nice change of pace for the both of us... when do we leave?"

"No rumor, we've encountered them before and honestly yes in some cases you will be chasing a rumor. But more often than not you will come across a real threat. You leave as you get done with the armory" He walked out of the room heading to his office.

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

Samuel finishes flipping through the papers in the folder and then closes it back up before sliding it across the table to Dr. Schröder'. "Wha'd'ya think doc...? Get some sun... chase some shadows?"

As soon as Hughes leaves the room Wilhelm pulls his lighter out of his coat pocket and lights his awaiting cigarette. Inhaling deeply he leans forward on the table and nods at Samuel. "So big koala huh. Guessing that wasn't your idea of an ideal first case as field agent?" He picks up the file from the desk but makes no effort to open it. "And if by shadows you mean angry marsupials then sure. My patients aren't going anywhere. Come on let's go see what the armoury considers appropriate for hunting fairy tales."

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

"Good a plan as any..." Samuel quips, standing to follow the doctor en route to the armory. The smell of the cigarette smoke drifts across him as he straightens his jacket once again and prepares to set off.

You both walk into the armory, it's a large room with many cages. Each cage has a number of weapons in it, ranging form hand guns, all the way up to what looks like a RPG. The cages all have both handprint and eye scanners on them. The cages are behind a counter the top half of the counter is covered with glass that looks to be bullet proof. A man wearing a business outfit stands behind the counter and says" Here are your kits sirs. They come with your passports, and weapons permits and speaking of weapons" He walks away and comes back with two handguns and a shotgun. He then leans down and places two holsters on the counter. "Standard issue Glock 20 for both of you and a Franchi SPAS 12 with folding stock. Everything else you may need is on the plane at the airport and a car is waiting for you out front. Good luck.

Wilhelm picks up the pistol and turns in over a few times in his hands trying to get a feel for the weight of it. "Hmm. Never fired a gun in my life..." He nods to Samuel and motions towards the shotgun. "You better take that one. More liable to hurt myself lugging that thing around then anyone else." The old man chuckles at his little joke before continuing. "Listen I just need to grab a few things from my lab - field kit and the like. Meet you at the car in ten?"

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

"That a fact...?" Samuel says, not quite giving his full attention to the doctor's comments as he picks up the other handgun and looks it over. With a cupped palm his racks the slide back and looks into the chamber of the weapon verifying it to be clear then release the rack forward with a loud metallic clack. He slides the pistol into the shoulder holster still on the counter before picking up the magazine and verifying through the holes at the back than a full fifteen rounds had been loaded then clips it into place on the holster as well. At Dr. Schröder's comment it snaps back to the present and gives an agreeing nod. "Sure thing, I can do that...think I could talk them into concealed carry on this one too?" he jokes as he gives the shotgun a look over and then gathers all of his news 'toys'.

"See you in ten." he replies, before heading off to grab his bug-out bag and heads to the car awaiting them.

You come outside to find a man leaning against a black Suburban. He looks up from the book he's reading and says " Here, i'll help you load your gear. Where's your partner?" He moves to the back of the car and pulls up the rear hatch "Wont take us more than 10 mins to reach the airport and then another 5 to get to the hanger. You'll be taking one of the larger jets."

A little over ten minutes later Wilhelm reappears carrying a pair of leather doctors bags in each hand. "Apologies for the wait - took a little longer to get everything together then I expected. Still better to have this stuff and not need it then the other way round." Handing his bags to the driver he opens the rear door of the car and settles down inside.

Samuel Lysander Thatcher

"Be down shortly." Samuel says curtly as he unslings his backpack and hands it to the driver followed by the shotgun and his metal baton. While the man loads them into the back of the car he removes his leather jacket, opens the door to the back seat, and lays it inside before sliding his arms through the loops of the shoulder holster. "Good to hear, we'll be spending more than enough time in the air, glad to hear the drive will be short at least." With a few adjustments the holster is strapped into place firmly and the Glock rests snug under his arm. "Wonder how the whether is in Sydney." he says with a nod towards the thick jacket.