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ravenrock2020-05-22 07:37 pm
remnantrecruit) wrote in ravenrock2020-05-22 07:37 pm
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Time & Place: A.) Washington D.C., 2274 | B.) Enclave-controlled Detroit, 228X
Description: A.) Bellamy and Abner’s first mission together | B.) The Gang Solves A Murder
Content: It’s Fallout, you know the drill
A.) Introductions
This is a retrieval mission. One of our own, a traitor to the cause. You'll be accompanying Agent Rook. He has the details, along with a photograph of the target. Your duty is to assist with the retrieval and protect your superior from any harm in the process. You'll be meeting him outside the main gate at 0600 tomorrow. Do you understand? Good boy.
It was a quarter to six when Abner took his position by the gate, folding his arms tightly over his chest. February was fucking cold, and his civilian disguise didn't offer much in the way of insulation. At least they'd given him a scarf—as much to hide the shock collar as anything else, but it kept his face warm. He pulled it up to cover his nose as he scanned the area.
There. Someone else was emerging from the bunker. Smaller than him, almost child-sized. Was that supposed to be his superior? He stood at attention as the figure approached, just in case.
- - -
B.) Whodunnit
Abner remembered in flashes. Blood. Bruised knuckles. The sight of someone’s face being pummeled into a wall, over and over until it looked more like a crushed melon than a human head. And before that—a whisper in his ear, a voice he didn’t recognize, saying words they weren’t supposed to know.
Do you remember your training?
So yeah, he’d definitely killed someone. That wasn’t the important part. The important part was that he hadn’t done it alone. Someone, somewhere, had the controls to his brain. And that was blatant misuse of Enclave property.
He’d turned himself in immediately, of course. Fully cooperative. Now all that was left was to sit patiently in the interrogation room, hands folded on the cold metal table in front of him, waiting for the detective to ask his questions.
Description: A.) Bellamy and Abner’s first mission together | B.) The Gang Solves A Murder
Content: It’s Fallout, you know the drill
A.) Introductions
This is a retrieval mission. One of our own, a traitor to the cause. You'll be accompanying Agent Rook. He has the details, along with a photograph of the target. Your duty is to assist with the retrieval and protect your superior from any harm in the process. You'll be meeting him outside the main gate at 0600 tomorrow. Do you understand? Good boy.
It was a quarter to six when Abner took his position by the gate, folding his arms tightly over his chest. February was fucking cold, and his civilian disguise didn't offer much in the way of insulation. At least they'd given him a scarf—as much to hide the shock collar as anything else, but it kept his face warm. He pulled it up to cover his nose as he scanned the area.
There. Someone else was emerging from the bunker. Smaller than him, almost child-sized. Was that supposed to be his superior? He stood at attention as the figure approached, just in case.
- - -
B.) Whodunnit
Abner remembered in flashes. Blood. Bruised knuckles. The sight of someone’s face being pummeled into a wall, over and over until it looked more like a crushed melon than a human head. And before that—a whisper in his ear, a voice he didn’t recognize, saying words they weren’t supposed to know.
Do you remember your training?
So yeah, he’d definitely killed someone. That wasn’t the important part. The important part was that he hadn’t done it alone. Someone, somewhere, had the controls to his brain. And that was blatant misuse of Enclave property.
He’d turned himself in immediately, of course. Fully cooperative. Now all that was left was to sit patiently in the interrogation room, hands folded on the cold metal table in front of him, waiting for the detective to ask his questions.
A
But that's probably too paranoid, even for him. It wouldn't take much for someone to suspect he might want to defect, given his history, but... The past couple of years, he's behaved himself. He hasn't been a model citizen, partly because he just doesn't have that in him, but also partly because he knows if he cleaned up too much, he'd just look more suspicious, not less. But he's been a productive member of their shitty little society since joining up with the Secret Service, as though he's finally found his calling, his purpose in life. So no one should suspect him of anything.
Doesn't mean the assignment isn't pointed, though. It's more likely to be a reminder of what would happen if he "fell" again, than it is to be a message of we're on to you. The fact that he's to work with Holland's... biggest success, sure, let's call it that, backs this up all the more, really.
It's not paranoia if they'd love any excuse to be out to get you.
"Hey, dude," Bellamy calls in welcome as he closes the distance. He looks perfectly comfortable in his wastelander clothes, layers over layers making his form indistinguishable. There's a casual slope to his shoulders, and in the way he has one hand hooked in a pocket and the other raised like he's greeting a friend. "Wow, you're a big boy, aren't you? Private Abner, right? I'm Agent Rook."
Re: A
“I don’t mean to question you, sir, but I want to make sure you know how to utilize me properly. You should’ve been given a copy of trigger phrase Delta, and...” He scratched nervously at his neck, under the scarf. “...a remote control. For emergencies. It’s unlikely you’ll need either of those, but better safe than sorry, sir. Lot of unknown variables out here.”
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"Don't worry, you're right. I don't figure we're gonna need 'em." He grins. "So did they tell you much of what the mission's about?"
Not much, likely. But he is, as ever, curious.
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Abner wasn’t sure what to think about that. So he didn’t.
“They didn’t tell me much, sir,” he replied instead. “That it’s a retrieval, and you’d have the details. I don’t need details to do my job, though. Just tell me who to kill. Or subdue, I guess.”
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"Yeah, subdue. We're supposed to bring this guy back in alive." And it's going to be so tempting to be like, whoopsie, he died, what an accident. Bellamy's going to have to be careful, though. A clever spin on a report won't be enough this time since he's got a watchdog. "Hope you've got your hiking boots on, buddy, 'cause we've got a couple days' trip ahead to catch up to his last reported location."
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“I’m ready whenever you are. Just lead the way, sir, and I’ll be right behind you. Or in front of you, if you want, but most people prefer me watching their back. Most serious threats come from behind.”