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 Operation: Unknown Origin, New Beginnings
Rhodes
Posted: Mar 11 2009, 01:59 PM


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Operation: Unknown Origin
Location: TBD

Agency Status: CODE Orange

Background:

With the changing of colors in the political party at the White House administration, tension among government agencies always rises. Govt budgets, spending, and resources are always reevaluated and assigned according to policy shifts. The same goes for “black bag” departments that are not in the public eye. With Pres. Obama, a relatively young, tech-engineer oriented black democrat taking over things, the FVZA leadership jumped to the forefront of the pack to gain much needed critical funding. Several weeks of petitions, analysis, reporting, fact finding and schmoozing the new President finally paid off….but at a price.

Head of FVZA changed hands several times. In the adult stages of the internet, the super informational highway, silicon valley and other assorted ‘techie trekkie’ age advances, personnel became ‘obsolete’ for a good handheld blackberry or a high powered super computing laptop. Still, manpower and field agents were needed to respond to any ‘threats of credibility’. Thus came about the PRA (Paranormal Research Act) of 2009, which allocated a modest amount of government funds to various research branches.

The FVZA went thru a severe round of cutbacks on manpower. Only tested field agents with the most tenure of experience were kept on as active agents. All others were put on ‘in-active’ duty…without pay. Despite the cutback in personnel, funding for “equipment” also was made available. Still out of the public eye, the FVZA was left to ‘business as usual’.

At the new FVZA headquarters outside of Dodge City, Kansas, several active agents were continuing to organize and get the agency up to full operational status.

”So, this is where the meatbags like to hang out now eh? Dodge fuckin City. Geezus they even have a road named after Wyatt fucking Earp,” came a rather unsettling and familiar voice to the older agents.

Standing in the doorway with a large canvas duffle bag was the unmistakable tall pale figure of the vampire known only as Rhodes. One agent grimaced while others looked amongst themselves quickly, unsure of this wolf amongst the sheep.

“So, what corner am I suppose to throw my shit in before I drag you donors out for some flight training?” asked the OBC (Order of Broken Cross) operative.

An administrative assistant, John, walked thru the door and handed Rhodes a locker key.

”Here you go sir. Storage number 1313-V, you will have 24 hours to input your personal code to access your personal locker. Same code will also grant you access to the computer systems and database throughout the department,” instructed John as the vampire took the key and shoved it in his pants pocket.

“What the hell is HE doing here?” asked an agent adamantly.

Rhodes smiled rather wolfishly, “Oh, didn’t you get the memo? Our new Prez has met with ALL paranormal groups….including my employers and basically cut a deal where my group merges with yours. Gives the “demo-craps” a big ‘plausible deniability’ for anything you fleshys screw up in the field. Think of us as your safety blanket,” retorted Rhodes sarcastically.

((OOC: Ok heres where you all can chime in…. soon as those of you post, the mission will come soon afterwards.))


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O_O
Posted: Mar 11 2009, 11:28 PM


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((Oh Shi- Looks like Ray might get back in the game!!))

Ray sighed. He was put on "in-active" duty and was working in a garage. To tell the truth, it wasn't that bad, but he liked working for the FVZA much more. He clocked out. After some Chinese food on his way back home, he laid on his couch. "Dodge City sucks. " He said out loud to himself. Moving to Kansas was not something he wanted to do, but it was either that, or go back to Texas. At least it was a change of scenery.
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Abnet
Posted: Mar 12 2009, 01:20 AM


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Leon finished setting up his space in the new FVZA HQ. It had been a boring few weeks moving into a new town but he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He finnaly had some time to think.

A shiny new HQ at the cost of losing nearly every agent I've worked with in the past. Jesus Christ... I shouln't be complainig though. After we screwed the pooch on that last mission I'm luck to have kept my job. Can't say the same for the others though, Marlowe and Ray are gone and I haven't seen Eric in a while. I can probably assume he was put on "in-active duty" too. Guess I'd better start--

He was interrupted when he saw someone standing in the doorway. He was silohueted in the door frame but when he heard the man's voice, Leon knew who it was.

Rhodes. Never really liked the guy but he's one of the few familiar faces around here. Got a pretty good feeling we will be working together again too so I guess I'll be better off getting on good terms with him.

Leon approached Rhodes. Not as unhappy as the agents around him, but not beaming with joy either.

"Rhodes. It's been a while. What's all this about flight training?"


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Judder
Posted: Mar 12 2009, 11:21 AM


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Judder drives up into the parking lot in a light blue 2006 mustang. He looks at the buildin in front of him.
"hmm..this looks like the place."
He gets out and grabs his small black duffel bag.

Looking rather sharp in his shades, dark blue polo and tan khakis with blue shoes he walks over towards the front door.

Rhodes is standing in the doorway talking to a bunch of agents...Judder recognizes a few of them.

"Rhodes..Hows it going buddy?" Judder says.

Judder places his duffel bag down when he stops walking.


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O_O
Posted: Mar 13 2009, 01:16 AM


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Ray rolled off his couch and checked the time. He got up and checked the fridge. Out of food. Great, looks like I'm gonna go have to buy groceries. I just got hoem from work though... He though to himself.

A few minutes later, Ray was locking his door. It was fucking COLD. At least for a Texan. He slipped into his car, a black, low aerodynamic. He never checked what it was. The company gave it to him, and it was nice. All the features, electric AND manual meters. He pealed out, slowing down just before he got off the street. The ride was dull, when a blue car appeared in his peripheral vision. It looked familiar, and he knew he had seen it. He parked next to it, stepping out and looking at it. Judder? He looked at the building. Would be a normal office building, but it had armed guards. Few as small as this even had one. He grabbed his gun from his front seat and marched towards the door. A guard stopped him just before he reached it. "I demand to know what company this building works for. " He said threatening. "That information is for select people sir." Ray turned and thought. He didn't know who got active duty and who didn't, but he could guess. "Let me see Marlowe, Eric, or Leon." This time he demanded, leaning in threateningly. The guard signaled to one behind him. He hit a button. Inside the building, Leon's pager was going crazy.

((Could be more subtle, but that's no fun biggrin.gif ))
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Cyber78
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 01:35 AM


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Special Agent John Miller was recollecting the past few months and what had transpired. After he killed the man named Silayev it had essentially closed the book on a large scale conspiracy involving a new viral strain that had been deployed on against civilian targets across America. Ever since then the mysterious John Doe Sr. hadn't contacted him, leaving Miller in the dark as to what was happening in the background as work returned to the relative norm.

With the changing of the administration and a series of upheavals Miller had found himself replaced as the Deputy Director, leaving him back to his old job as just another special agent of the FVZA. But it suited him, it meant he got to spend more time back out in the field and a lot less time in the office.


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Judder
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 02:02 AM


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Judder jumps at Ray's voice and turns around. Staring rather
wideyed at the ranting agent.

Judder reaches into his pants pocket and pull out his cellphone.
He looks up and old friend on the contact list and dials...John Miller

Judder mutters "I hope he still has the same number" as the phone rings.


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Cyber78
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 02:47 AM


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As Miller was slothing about his home in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, the phone began to ring. Not really wanting to answer, Miller attempted to ignore it before finally muttering, "fuck it", and answered.

"This is Miller." He said, answering the phone.


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Judder
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 03:05 AM


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Judder grins with delight as Miller picks up the phone.
"Im standing outside this wonderful new building and wondering where my new boss Miller is, my orders are to check in with either a Rhodes or you"

Judder holds the phone away from his ear and sneezes.



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Cyber78
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 04:11 AM


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"I'm taking a sick day, cough cough. I think I might have whatever you have, real nasty. But yeah, consider yourself checked in." Said Miller.


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Judder
Posted: Mar 15 2009, 05:39 PM


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Judder laughs softly on the phone.
"you take care man..also im no longer a field agent, they have me as a garage tech now man."

Judder hangs up the phone

Judder turns and looks at his mustang. He thinks to himself.. Only stock, but so much potential, and i cant wait to get under the hood.



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Rhodes
Posted: Mar 16 2009, 11:23 AM


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((OOC: sorry guys i was sick in the hosp. w/ massive infected sinus cavity all weekend...my work hates me now..hhhaha))

Rhodes smilled at the question of flight training, "Well i'm glad someone asked. Basically up until now we've all been ground rats. New government leadership sometimes, on rare, VERY rare occasions, means new toys and access to new toys. Some of you meatsacks get the opportunity to get some flight training on helo's and aircraft."

The vamp turned to Judder and winked, "Now don't getting wet in the undies just yet girls. We're not talking about F18's or the stealth bomber or apaches here. We go with egg copters and cessnas for now. But the basics still apply to the big boy birds, got it. Part of my 'role' in this new administration, is providing you with basic flight schooling. Get you up in the air and down without ruining any equipment or broken bones. This of course is all voluntary. Some got a thing about heights."

Rhodes strolled over to a dry erase board and marked down "FLIGHT SKOOL", and walked away to unpack his gear in his secured locker.



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Judder
Posted: Mar 16 2009, 01:06 PM


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Judder walks over to the dry erase board after Rhodes walks away from it.
He takes the marker and puts his cell phone number down on the board and writes Vehicle Specialist/ Motor Pool Mechanic, then his name.

He looks at a map of the building with the ridiculous you are here star in the middle. He memorizes the locations of the important rooms in the building. Then he walks back to his mustang.

Judder cranks the mustang up and revs it up, the car barely making any noise. He drives around to a garage door on the outside of the back of the building. He hits a button on a garage door opener and the door opens.

Judder pulls into a parking spot on one side of the garage and shuts his car off. Then he steps out and walks into a small office with a locker, he puts his gear into it and proceeds to take inventory on all of the items and equipment in the garage.


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Rhodes
Posted: Mar 17 2009, 06:22 PM


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After navigating the various corridors, stairs and such, Rhodes came to the locker area. A rather large warehouse area tucked deep in the bowels of the FVZA headquarters. Accessing his personal area, Rhodes walked into the large 15X15 steel and concrete room and began taking inventory.

All manner of weapons and ordinance were stacked, catergorized, complete with tons of ammo.

"Hrmm. Aint much, it'll do and more importantly...its free !!" he muttered as he scrutinized over the equipment.

Noticing the HE materials were not around, the vamp expected them to be in a secure, sign only for area. All manner of spy and 007 devices too were available, some more antiquated than others, but all at his leisurely discretion as missions dictated.

After unpacking his personal gear into a secondary stored biometric locker, Rhodes went out to the garage area and found Judder looking over the rather meager stock of automobiles.

"Uh. What are all of these dog turds lying around? Please tell me just because the auto makers are hurting, they gave the govt a bunch of returned shitboxes?" asked Rhodes as he peeked inside a rather ragged out LTD with a small puddle of fluid collecting underneath.

"Ughh. Fuck. Tranny fluid? Hope the birds are in better condition...else we wont have to worry about personnel cutbacks," chuckled Rhodes looking at Judder as he walked past towards the small hanger outback.

Rounding the corner, Rhodes looked around, hand on hips. Sitting side by side was two small, two seater, egg copters, three cessna single prop high wing, and one small leer jet.

"Great blood gods what a sorry bunch of shit. I'll bet my bottom donor I find duct-tape on one of them," muttered the vampire under his breath as he found a clipboard hanging on a wall above a dust covered desk.

Checking thru the paperwork and maintenance records, the vampire-agent picked up a phone and punched in a 4 digit code and waited till someone picked up on the other end.

"Q-78 Brad Workman," came the voice.

"Yeah. This is uhh. V-13 Rhodes down in the flight hanger. Yeah, uhh I need to requisition several personnel to get these, ahh, antique aircraft flight ready and operational, based on the maintenance records im staring at now," said Rhodes in his best commanding, authoratative tone.

"V-13? Hold on a minute," Brad said as Rhodes could hear tapping on the other end and paper flipping, "ah, Agent Rhodes, ok, you have budget authorization for 2 maintenance members and they can staaaaaaaaaaaart...tomorrow."

Rhodes shook his head turning and looking at the aircraft, "Tomorrow is fine, TWO on the other hand is insufficient. How the hell do i get 6 aircraft in the air with only TWO men?"

"Actually sir, one is a female, Meg. And im sorry but that's all your authorized for at the moment. Budget reviews are in 6 months where you can request more personnel...or new aircraft," snickered the younger man.

The vampire growled into the phone, "Fine! Tell them 0500 hours sharp!" before slamming the receiver down.

Looking at the paperwork again, he noticed one copter and the jet were the most recently serviced. Tossing the clipboard down, he strolled to the copter and did a thorough go over before getting inside.

The engine sputtered but eventually fired up, turning the rotor around.

"Life in an unalive thing," he said as he slipped on a headset and ran thru the startup procedure from memory.

Minutes later, the copter eased up a few feet and Rhodes maneuvered it out onto the heli-pad before taking the helicopter up into the air.

"This is V-13 outside of hanger Fox1 doing a low level flight ready test, over."

A brief blip of static and the radio burst to life, "This is tower 129, V13, you are not authorized for flight. We have no flight plan on file, over."

Grinning, "Tower 129, this is V13, you can kiss my black ass. I'm just testing the equipment 50 ft above heli-pad, over."

"V13, please land before we dispatch authorities to have you arrested. You are in direct violation to FAA code..." replied the tower controller before Rhodes switched off the radio.

"Wankers," he said before putting the copter back into the hanger.



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Cyber78
Posted: Mar 17 2009, 11:36 PM


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OOC: Happy St. Patricks Day everyone. For all those over the age of 21 please enjoy some Guinness or Jameson's. For those not of the age of 21 or older, happy St. Patrick's Day anyhow.

Looking out the window of his new apartment Miller was able to see one of the agency's new choppers lift off into the air through a pair of binoculars. Having been voluntold to assist the aircraft maintenance section of the FVZA he had spent the last couple of days attempting to return the aircraft to working order. They now flew, which was a big improvement over when Miller had started work with them, but he still wouldn't voluntarily get in one of them.

That's when it hit him, that particular chopper still had a red X in the forms, a red X being a condition that prohibits an aircraft from flight. He simply commented to himself, "That fool had better land that thing soon, I never got around to putting in new oil after I drained the thing."

After watching the chopper hover in the air for a little bit it finally landed, apparently without any sort of problems. Miller simply said, "Meh, maybe it was one of the other birds. But if they're testing them all out that means they'll eventually fly whichever one I didn't get the oil into. Fuck... that means I've got to go to work.

Still wearing nothing more than a Flogging Molly t-shirt and a pair of boxers with Homer Simpson on them, he put on a pair of black basketball shorts, grabbed his keys and wallet, and headed out the door for work.

"So much for a sick day."


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Rhodes
Posted: Mar 18 2009, 02:00 PM


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((OOC: oooh good one cyber..heheh))

At 0445 hours, the administration of the new FVZA HQ was at his desk rifling thru paperwork when a knock on the doorway caught the acting Directors attention.

"Yes?"

"Sir, you've a call on line 3."

"Who is it? Can't you see im up to my eyeballs in beauracratic red tape from hell?"

"They didn't say, other than it was very necessary you speak with them before 0600."

The Director harumphed heavily and yanked up the phone handset and jabbed the button.

"Yes," he said rather gruffly.

The Director sat and listened, his expression went from bloodpressure red to near pale white.

"Y-y-yes sir. Right away sir. T-thank you very much. I'll get that over to you before 0600. Thank..." stammered the man stunned, getting cut off abruptly.

Jumping up out of his seat, the suited executive dashed from his office into one of his aides cubicles to find the tall skinny man just sitting down at his desk, briefcase in one hand, Starbucks cup in the other.

"Don't bother sitting down Jarvis. I want you to get your skinny accounting aide ass down into the trenches. We have a govt approved grant on the docket, and I need budget analysis from EVERY branch on my desk before 0530 THIS morning!" the Director said rather quickly.

"Uhh. Who else is gonna help?" asked the aide stunned.

"Do you see anyone else around here Jarvis?! Get your butt moving!!" the Director barked before rushing to his office and yanking up the phone and trying to find his directory buried in the mountain of paperwork.

Down in the motorpool/aviation area, Rhodes was sitting at the desk, laptop up and running. Looking at aviation equipment when the phone rang, nearly sending him sprawling.

"Uh, yeah?" he asked.

"Who the hell's this?" asked the commanding voice.

"This is Rhodes, aviation, who the fuck is this?"

"This is your acting Director! Look, I'll make this short and sweet. I will have an aide running around to ALL departments and branchs and he'll need budget analysis and figures. We have a rather substantial sum on the line in the House and Senate committtee, but we HAVE TO HAVE the budget numbers ready. Think you can handle that?" the Director said nearly out of breath.

"Sure, I'm in the hang--" replied Rhodes as the phone went dead.

"Fucking suites," the vampire said disgusted slamming the phone down as a young woman came walking around the hangar doorway.

"You must be my new boss?"

"You must be my grease monkey?" replied Rhodes, not turning around.

"Name's Meg. Soooo, this is the shit-birds I'm suppose to fix and maintain?!" she said looking around, dropping her duffle bag on the concrete.

"Yup. But hey, I got a strange call from a Director somebody? Said he needs budget numbers for a committe something or another," said Rhodes finally turning around.

"Ok. So you're gonna ask for the moon and stars right? I'd say looking at the condition here of these ladies...We'll need a cool 3 million just to get them up," said Meg, wearing mechanic overralls.

Rhodes scratched at his goatee, "Nah. I think i'll ask for 30 mill and negotiate down. Shit, if the govt is giving defunct banks and shit 200million, i'd say we'll be ok our 'tiny' request."

Meg shrugged and walked over to the desk and picked up the flight logs.

"Wow. I thought they recalled half of them cessnas on account of bad injector-port designs. Well, hopefully we can get new funds for upgrades," she said hanging the clipboard on a nail on the back wall of the hangar.






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Judder
Posted: Mar 19 2009, 12:44 AM


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((OOC: Yes, tax reforms and st. patrick's days good mix i spent all st. patricks day driving drunk people around was pretty sweet.))

Judder reaches up touching the bottom of the engine block of the old ford ltd.
He pulls his hand back after feeling the oil slick down the side of the block.

"hmm...must be in the upper seal." Judder frowns with dismay and yells across
the motorpool towards Rhodes

"Hey put the vehicle maintenance division down for four million if you can."

He curses as he reaches for a flashlight that is not within arms reach.
Judder grabs the frame and slides himself out from under the car.
Taking a grease rag from the back pocket of his mechanic's suit he wipes his
hands off as he walks over to the table frowning in thought.

"That makes six of the ten cars they've given us with cracked engine blocks."

"Three of them have busted trannys. With some time i could probably make four
good cars out of what we have ,but some new vehicles would be alot better than putting new ones together out of old ones"

Judder picks up a pen and writes in a neat handwritten fraktur font
2 million vehicles and maintenance
1 million motor pool equipment and maintenance
1 million for adequate personnell and facilities.

He signs his name on the budget request spreadsheet and hands it to Rhodes.

"Since your the head of both divisions, i guess thats your department, im just a grease monkey"
Judder goes to a cooler next to the office door and grabs a bottle of water.

"They gave us a bunch of old junk cars, like i said i think i can make something of them, they wont be pretty and i might have to put some illegal stuff in them to get them working the way i want but thats your call boss"

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Cyber78
Posted: Mar 19 2009, 03:11 AM


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Miller pulled up in the parking lot, parked and hopped out of his vehicle. He put on his sunglasses, walked into the building and announced to the whole lobby, "I'm here and I'm partially dressed!"


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Rhodes
Posted: Mar 19 2009, 12:32 PM


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Rhodes turned to Judder, "First off, I'm not in charge of shit. I only was assigned by the Order to get these fleshys up and in the air. Some one aint in charge here yet. So... i guess that makes you in charge of the motor pool buddy, but I'll throw down another 2 mill on top of your 4. Maybe we can get some 'upgrades'," he said grinning with a sly wink.

Meg was puttering on the leer jet, cursing like a sailor as some sort of component came sailing out the open door.

"Fuckin Aholes. Just about everything worth anything has been scavenged off these things. Rhodes, you know half these shitbirds dont have OIL in them?!!!" she bellowed across the hangar.

Rhodes just blankly stared in her direction before turning to Judder again, "I take that back. I'm taking charge, as of right now. You're in charge of motorpool. Get them things running. I don't care if you have to go to the admin parking deck and strip every car down. I want a fleet running by tomorrow evening."

The lanky vampire stormed off towards the admin part of the HQ, just as he ran upon Jarvis carrying an electronic notepad.

"Outta my way pencil neck," Rhodes growled pushing thru the cleric.

"Uh, Mr. Rhodes? I'm Jarvis sent down by the Director, I believe he called you about a budget requirement paperwork?"

Rhodes stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, "Oh yes, the money geek. 25 million should just about cover our needs," before walking again.

"BUT...but I need paperwork!?" the man squawked, pushing up his glasses with the back of his hand.

"Go see Judder in the motor pool. He'll give you ALL the paper you need pal."

The vampire continued walking until he reached a set of elevators and stabbed the button for the admin floors.

Minutes later, the vamp stormed thru the cubical area and right up to the budget committee directors office. The admin stood up and raised her finger.

"Um, you can't go in without an ..."

"SIT! Stay!" commanded the vampire with his mindspeak, causing the woman to abruptly sit back down.

Entering the office, the vampire saw the budget guru sitting at his desk, tie askew, looking as if he hadn't left the office in weeks.

"Excuse me?" asked the man cautiously.

"Rhodes is my name. Killing you meatsacks is my entertainment for the century. What's the big idea putting us in charge of air and motorpool with hunks of junk? How bout i drag your buerucratic ass down there and take you up for a ride, eh?"

The man held up both hands and shook his head wearily, "Look, we will get the funds approved. It just takes some time. Please, I haven't slept or showered in four days. Please, give me just a lil room to breathe," the man pleaded.

Rhodes looked about the office and noticed the half eaten fast food bags scattered an piled around.

"Geezus," he muttered finally realizing the overwhelming body odor lingering in the air with his keen vampiric senses.

Meanwhile, across the country, bad men were plotting bad things to good people....very bad things.




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Posted: Mar 23 2009, 05:37 PM


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Judder just knods as Rhodes storms out, quickly changing the figures and running the numbers for the spreadsheets. Like a jew during tax time Judder mutters as he finishes both the aviation and motor pool budget reports right as a mousy looking fellow with coke bottle glasses walks in.

"Im Jarvis looking for a Mr. Judder, uh..Mr. Rhodes told me to get the budget
sheets from you.."
Judder turns and advances upon Jarvis menacingly causing the substantially smaller human to back up through the motor pool door.

Judder looks at the terrified clerk for a moment and and grins then he asks
"What type of car do you have?"
Jarvis blinks for a moment and then perks up when he says

"I drive an 2009 Challenger"

Judder smiles at Jarvis, "Is it the one with the 5.7 or 6.1?"
Judder grabs the sheaf of paper that is the budget report and slides into a notebook and puts an arm around Jarvis's shoulder, leading him out of the motor pool.

They walk up to the director's office where the admin is in a daze, Judder eases the door open to find Rhodes and the director having a rather heated talk.

He taps Rhodes on the shoulder, even though it's not necessary.
"Hey, boss i just got the figures done with Jarvis here"
Judders says to both Rhodes and the director.

He throws the notebook down on the desk and it lands with a loud thump.

Judder then leaves all three of the others in the room, only waiting to get down the hallway before twirling his new dodge keys around his finger.


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