Anyone still alive lol? Wouldn't mind RPing at some point.

If any Rp'ers that have dr. Characters, want to join this incursion. Now would be ideal.

"Killing people is risky. It's pretty damn noticeable." Slade though for a moment. "We should call in for an amnesiac. One of the doctors should be well trained in that. Lets call one in. Preferably one with some combat skills. In the meantime we should rest and relax. Whoever is comming, will take ...

Hmm alright. I'll try to incorporate more people.

Slade slipped into the SWAT gear quickly. "Alright, sounds good." He and the others climbed into the helicopter. It took off shortly thereafter. Slade looks to Gale. "So... details?" ---------------- Anna showed up at the hotel, and ordered a room. She flashed her badge, and said it was offical F.B....

"Alright, I'll give her a call." Slade suddenly felt better, and was glad to be out of the facility. He grabbed his radio and called Anna. "We need you in D.C. kill the plant ASAP and get to the Royal Street hotel. We'll take a room, and use that as a primary base for the mission." -------------- "Y...

"She's a Foundation agent now Gale. Anyway, she's in Syria. I'll be going with you if you want to see her."

He looked around.

"Plus it gives me an excuse to get the hell out of here."

He smiled.

Just join the offical one! It's just starting, and looks like a great session so far.

"About time that man did something. Wait." Slade paused. "There's no way he'd authorize that. This was political for him... someone else must be behind the scenes here. Hey Gale where are ya going? What do you think about this?" --------------- Anna shook sand out of her long hair, and sighed. The S...

Flesh. Eyes. Love...Dead flesh. Dead eyes. Sadness... No flesh. No eyes. Hate. Slade stares at bottle in his hand. A sight he saw too often after venturing that place . He sighed and scratched his scraggly face. He kept seeing them in his mind. Their accusing stares piercing through him. The place ...