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"The rookie will do fine Stalker. Which by the way you need to give him a codename before mebarking. Do not forget that."

The Commander's eyes drifted from Stalker's face down to the paers she had placed on the desk. She took a sheaf of it and read it over once more before glancing back at the two of them. Clearing her throat, she continued.

"Now, I sent a previous group out for this one...but it did not end ell. They never completed it. So I am offering it again and this time to Squad Null. That would be your new Squad, Rookie....Malcolm Bliss Mental Institution: Founded in 1857 Earth years, it was designed for psychically disturbed children. Whichi is all fine and dandy, except they had recently built a new facility and were in the process of moving the children to that location when Subject numbers 5768 and 5769 accidentally got left behind. Normally, they could just go back and retrieve them real quick since the new facility is a mere twenty minutes away, except for one problem. 5768 and 5769 have broken free and completely shut the place down via the buildings Level 5 Lockdown program. It's become an inpenetrable fortress. Now here's the real kicker. 5768 and 5769 are Twin Psychic girls, aged 12 specializing in Telekenesis, Transvection, Telepathy, and Psychokenesis.As such, they have been marked as the most dangerous patients in the hospital. How they got out of thier high sceurity cells is unknown, but they are now running freely throughout the facility and it is your jobs to break into the facility detain them and bring them back.

Damian was appreciative of the Commanders vote of confidence. It slowly meant little as he was provided the details of his first mission. He may have killed many people in his past lives, but never has he had to worry about staining his blades with the blood of children. Somehow he knew that this mission would turn out to be very bothersome...

As the commander finished speaking, Damian turned his gaze to his captain, curious as to what she might have to say. The frown she graced him with was obviously a sign of concern as to whether or not he'd be able to follow through when it mattered most. He was never known for holding back, now and then wouldn't be the time to start either.

"I'm not sure if I'll be very familiar with the technology. Even the devices around here baffle me as to their purpose and function. I will say this though, we will not fail Commander. If they require Squad Null to retrieve two psychically dangerous kids, they will soon acquire them again. Even if I have to drag them and put up with their kicking and screaming all the way to the new facility..." that last portion made him grimace. Children were very stubborn these days, and their temper tantrums were often very bothersome...

Xinrie frowned, obviously not liking what she heard. Reaching forward, she snatched the bundle of papers containing the mission specs off of the Commander's desk. "Got it, Got it." She mumbled. "This is earth right? So guns are a go ahead, and even bladed weapons for that matter...." She trailed off as she cracked the folder open to peruse its contents for a moment. "Fer cryin out loud, you might as well just Drop an A-Bomb on that thing and call it a day. Ugh, more work than I need. This better be amusing."

Glancing to her new Rookie friend, Xinrie cocked her head to the door. "Come on, best we get going now before these delightful little girls find a way to make this asylum any more inpenetrable."

Xinrie stopped dead in her tracks when he spoke. He jaw dropped and she whirled around to face him with an expression of disbelief. "You don't know what an A-bomb is?!" She spluttered out.

Here at Mishaps, even people from stone age lands had atleast heard of the A-bomb. "Where have you been? In a hole?" She shook her head, blinking once, twice before trying to figure out how to describe it.

"Uh An A-bomb is like.." She spread her arms out wide, imitating them flying apart like an explosion. "Like...like boom Y'know? Sorta, basically a bomb just on a scale that could destory entire cities and make really pretty- I mean horrible mushroom clouds." Pausing, she semed to deliberate for a moment on whether she was leading the conversation on the correct path. "So yea...it also leaves behind radiation which is like, one big cancer death blob that kills more people afterwards."

"Oy, maybe I should codename you Brick if you don't even know this much....or Cy-Punk. It'd be prettty ironic. " She smiled before letting her gaze fall to the floor, now thinking of dragging another member along just to help with infilitrating the building. This could be difficult with one not being so technologically 'sound'.

(( Holy sheeeeeeeiiiit!

I guess I've been away for some time, but I'm sad to see neither Snake or magikinghave posted since i last posted. Damn ))

"It seems your group of mercenaries has an interesting name on behalf of their personality, or the missions they receive. Originally the name 'Chimera' due to the emblems both my mother and fathers family possessed. My mothers family was a farming family, they were well known for the quality of the goats they raised. Lion, Snake, and Goat...those combined and you have yourself a Chimera." he finished off, rubbing his left arm where it was now empty from the absence of his hidden blade vambrace.

"Perhaps we can work more on this codename on the way to our objective. But first, I need to retrieve my weapons. After seeing what I keep with me it will inspire you to come up with an acceptable codename..." Damian said, smiling all the more.

((No biggy, the computer I was using got hit by a trojan virus and was completely fried, but thankfully I have my computer moved in now.))

"If thats the case, I'll go and retrieve my effects. I will make sure not to keep you waiting." with that being said Damian turned away from his captain and returned to the security checkpoint at the entrance of the building. The security guard didn't waste his time as he asked for his weapons back, returning them to him on a large tray. It took only a minute to re-equip his armor, after all the years he's worn it taking it off and putting it back on is second nature. His large crystalline b*****d sword was slung to his back, since the rest could easily be returned to their proper places on his return back to the portal room. Next was his long sword, slipping comfortably back into its sheath beside his left hip.

It wasn't long before Stalker was in view again, as he soon flicked his three throwing knives back into his right thigh holster. The last of his armaments was the armored bracer with the hidden blade attachment. He flexed his hand, testing the blades responses to his own movements as he greeted his captain with a nod.

"Ready when you are Stalker."

Damian couldn't help but grin when Stalker eyed him curiously for a moment or two. It was obvious she hadn't met or seen someone with such an assortment of weapons. Once she was happily done staring at him she had led him into a room of some form or another. The thousands of orbs that existed in a single room was briefly noted in the back of his mind as one of the more interesting visits in his lifetime.

The code-nameless merc stood behind his captain as he assumed she was readying some sort of spell with her arm stretched out as if reaching for something. Then he heard her mutter "Eeeny Meeeny Mineey Mo?" though famliar it sound more like she wasn't sure. Damian had a basic idea in mind as to what these orbs were, and the thought of falling onto a spiked pillar cus of a captains slip-up did not sound the least bit appealing.

Once the decision was made, Stalker decided that he should go first. Place your hand on it, and try not to go off course? Great.... he thought, stepping forward and reaching out with his right hand, "Like thi-

He couldn't finish his sentence as his hand plopped onto the orb before he could finish his sentence.