Infuriating? I think you meant infiltrating.
(Although they could be doing both)
Jeriah has just recently finished building up a cover persona and acquiring the proper forged documents and credentials to begin his infiltration. He's only been in the system for a few months, but spent almost two years prior getting ready for it.
(Imma bump this real fast so it doesn't disappear)
(How are we starting?)
(Let's jump in)
Tyler was standing in a hall of the white house. He'd been told that another rebel or two were going to be there soon. He only had a few more days left infiltrating the Government, then he could go back to the rebel camp and "Relax" for a bit. Though in all likelihood, he'd be thrown right back into the fray. Such was life in this day and age though.
(Could I join?)
Name: Finn Bishop
Age: 20
Appearance: His hair is black and styled in a fade. eyes are dark brown. Skin is light brown. He's pretty muscular. He has a small scar on his lip and a slightly bigger one on his right temple from playing football without a helmet both aren't very noticeable. his most noticeable scar is on his leg from his powers going wrong it's long and goes from his ankle to his knee.
Personality: He's very loyal and kind to others. he doesnt like to hurt anyone and start fights but he will do whatever it takes to protect people.
Abilities: Telekinesis and is pretty strong
Strengths: Defense fighting and using his powers to protect people
Weaknesses: He hesitates when it comes to hurting other people. this can lead to him losing a fight.
Magic: Telekinesis
Hobbies: Football and painting
Other:
(the camp I guess)
(ok)
Finn sat down on a cot. He and a few others just got back from a raid. They really just needed to rest. He kicked off his shoes and laid down on the bed. there was no way he could sleep but laying down would have to do.
Jeriah found himself on the wrong side of a raid. Not even six months had passed since the last one he had partaken in on the opposite side of the conflict. Bullets flew around in the chaos as he ducked behind a truck on the street. He tugged at his brand new uniform in irritation. It was a requirement but he wished he could use his own, this one just kept getting in the way and the bulletproof vest didn't even fit him properly. His squad handler shouted at one of the others for a mistake that almost cost them their life. Screams permeated the air as people were hit and civilians ran for cover from the sudden firefight. Jeriah sighed, this was why he preferred to work alone, hopefully with time the higher ups would see that he could do so much more without a team dragging him down.
While guarding in the hall, Tyler noticed several people running down the hall in his direction. "What's going on?" he asked as they ran past.
"The rebel scum decided to head another raid, and are now caught in a firefight," one of the men explained. "Come on we're going to need you."
Sighing Tyler followed, got suited up and was soon in a truck headed for a combat zone.
Someone rushed into the camp shouting about a raid gone south. They needed more backup. Finn jumped up and slipped on his shoes and a few others rushed out of the camp.
Robin picked up a metal bow and drew back the string "what is the use of this bloody worthless object? I could have one when I need by calling on the dark souls." She muttered looking at the beared Male who gave it to her. "Nay lovey, when the time come where ye are surrounded and dun have tyme to create a Soul weapon, this will come in handy. Baret knows this well enuff." The man said with a heavy accent.
The entire squad was pinned down under fire. During a brief break in the shooting, Jeriah listened as his handler, an unshakable man named Mark Romilly, called for backup whilst simultaneously keeping pressure on the bleeding leg of one of the newer recruits. The recruit cried out in agony, and Jeriah noticed one of the others wince in sympathy. He didn't have any more time to worry about the recruit's health or the possibility of backup, though, as the shooting started again in a much more concentrated effort over their position. He returned fire in the general direction of the bullets and cursed the fact that he couldn't see where to shoot.
(Bump)
The truck shook as it made it's way across town. They must have reached the scene because bullets pelted the side of the truck, leaving little holes all through it. Tyler was narrowly missed twice, others were not so lucky. They poured out of the truck and took cover trying to find where they were being shot from.
Lia watched, her icy blue eyes alert and hard. She didn't understand why this was happening, and she didn't care. She was bored and wanted to kill something. She had just run from yet another foster home.
With his back pressed against a car Tyler was making head way. He'd made it halfway across the makeshift no man's land. This was actually his chance to get back to the rebles. He would just have to fake his death. Which would require actually getting shot. One or more times. He was not looking forward to that.
Lia dropped to the ground beside the guy. "You look like you're having a hard time," she said in a dry voice.
Backup apparently wasn't going to happen. The truck had stopped and all the people still alive gotten out. Agent Romiliy cursed their useless stupidity letting everyone know exactly how he felt about the incompetence of other agents. Jeriah shifted uncomfortably at the outburst, Romiliy made him nervous.
"Need help?" Lia asked sarcastically. It was clear that he did, but it was fun to goad people.
"I have a better idea," Lia said. She stood on the car hood. "Everyone, stop fucking shooting!" She yelled, using her charmspeak. There was instant silence.
Tyler shook his head after a moment, daised by her voice. Then he grabbed her and pulled her down. Letting off two shots and starting the fight again. "You don't understand, I need this to happen if anything else is going to happen. I need this in order to get back to them. I have info that they need."