SET Initiative

The death of Kenneth meant two things:

• The team was short a sniper, again.

• The team was surrounded.

Let's back up:

Amy, Kenneth, and a SET Recruit named Andrew were sent in to extract a group of hostages in CYBORG Custody.

Diplomacy failed quickly after Andrew got frustrated and shot the arrogant man (who happened to have four arms and a laser built into two of them) in the face.

The bullet miraculously killed him.

Then a woman with fire in her hands killed Andrew before being shot down by Kenneth, who was nearly instantly killed by an invisible knife through his chest: Hologram.

Amy was now alone, but she was good at what she did. Then again, so was Kenneth.

She was wearing experimental high-powered Combat Armor, which would enable her to react quicker, analyze her enemies better, and be more heavily fortified against attacks.

Although, every CYBORG Experiment was unique. And crazy.

Yes, it would appear the team was in fact surrounded. The team in this case, being Amy, because everyone else was dead.

This seemed an awful lot like a situation she wasn't going to be lucky enough to get out of. She steeled herself for what she expected was to come, after all, if she was going to die today, she was going to take as many of those bastards out with her in the process.

She materialized a weapon, a gun to be specific, and took a second to get her bearings, figure out where her enemies were positioned, perhaps, looking for a miracle at the same time.

The Hologram appeared with a grin on its face: This time it wore the body of a small girl. Her grin was eerie.

She cocked her head to one side before her eyes widened with terror. She let out a scream which was cut short with a ballistic knife to the head.

An Infected man charged at Amy and before he could get near her, he burst into flames and fell to the ground, making awful noises.

Something was off here.

Amy was, to say the least, extremely surprised to find that someone else was fighting her battle for her. She certainly wasn't complaining, granted, but it would have been nice to know who exactly it was helping her out... just in case she wasn't really in a better situation at all.

Perhaps it was somewhat paranoid to question the loyalties of her supposedly new, apparently invisible comrade, but perhaps given the year she'd had, it could be somewhat understood.

She looked around with shock as two of her enemies fell, looking for the source of such an attack. She wasn't going to waste time though, she took a shot at one of the infected left standing.

A paler woman in winter clothing dropped to the ground next to Amy and shot a strange glowy orange gun that caused things to spontaneously burst into flame at the last of the Infected.

Amy would recognize her as Frost, the questionably trustworthy ally she had met up with around a year ago.

"Hello, Amy. Did you know you're one of three Experiments to retain her name?"

Frost held up her hand like Iron Man in the film and froze a man with glowing red eyes in his tracks.

"It's good to see you again, comrade. We must move quickly." Frost threw a small disc into the midst of the five hostages, and they instantly disappeared in the same manner as Amy's materialization technology moved her weapons and armor.

"Don't worry, they're safe. Now, where is your transport?"

Amy barely hid her surprise upon seeing that it was the woman she'd met a year before, that had unquestionably saved her ass this time around. She wasn't sure she trusted her exactly, but she was most certainly grateful for the help. She was thankful she would (hopefully) live to see another day, though she had no rea idea why her drive to live was so strong... after all she'd seen, after loosing everyone she was remotely close too, surely it would have been easier to simply die..

No time to dwell on her odd, morbid situation though, they wouldn't be safe for long if they hung around. She tried instead to focus on what the woman was saying.

There were two other experiments that had retained their names? She wondered who they were, but didn't think it a good time to ask. She was being asked about her transport. "My suit is my transport..." She answered.

Frost rolled her eyes.

"Wonderful. Could you maybe make a vehicle appear? Preferably one that flies?"

One of the Infected stood back up, and a flame appeared in its right hand. Frost blasted it with ice, but it shot fire back at her.

"Preferably some time within the next hour!"


(Rex is one of the experiments to retain his real name. Jane is the other. Both were encountered in this RP, albeit briefly. )

(lol, I figured Rex was one, forgot about Jane )

Amy wasted no further time in materializing a get away vehicle, specifically one that flew, as per Frost's request.

A small propellered aircraft, with room really only for one person, but they would have to made due, it wouldn't be impossible to use it. Certainly a better option then staying and dying.

"Get in." she said humorlessly as the other woman barbed her for seemingly taking her time.

Frost turned to look at the plane and her jaw nearly dropped.

"You've got to be joking. Very well." Frost jumped into the plane and turned the key.

"How does SET even have propeller planes???" She screamed as more Infected charged at the plane. Once Amy was in, she would start the plane moving, and hopefully they could take off in time.

The plane would thankfully move quickly, and Amy let out a weary sigh. "I'll admit, I've barely any idea how to work this damned thing. Our training was somewhat interrupted." Slight understatement there.

She looked back as the aircraft took off, to see if they'd made a clean escape, or if they had infected to deal with , still holding on.

Darn right their training had been cut short- The gang had been winging it since Jack offed himself. They did a fine job, too.

But that still left them with the problem of a propeller plane.

"Alright! Where is your headquarters?!"

They were currently in the middle of California. The closest checkpoint was probably in San Diego. It was just a few miles north. Definitely a breeze with the propeller plane.

Amy pointed in the northmost direction. " We're heading for San Diego, we're not actually that far off." She answered somewhat hesitantly. She didn't exactly trust this woman, and didn't know that it was a good idea to bring the woman to the checkpoint... that being said, she wasn't sure she had another choice. To the check point they would head.

They reached the checkpoint (it wasn't hard to find, after all. Big military looking building) and Frost landed with some difficulty.

They headed inside and were greeted with a few SET operatives manning the base. They didn't recognize Frost, but Amy was easily identified.

Frost turned to Amy once they were inside.

"Your friend, the one who got infected. Do you know where he is now?"

Amy led Frost inside the checkpoint base, not quite believing she'd somehow survived her earlier predicament. This woman had incredible timing...twice now.

She looked back at Frost when she asked her about her infected friend. This got her attention, did she know something about him? "Austin you mean? I've got no idea...why?"

Frost looked around for a few seconds before speaking in a hushed voice.

"I think I know a way to cure him. And anyone else. But we must test it on him first."

She looked around again. "Where is the, uh... How do you say, main office?"

Amy's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? Why does it have to be tested on Austin first? Do you know where he is?" Frost was getting more of a reaction out of her than most could.

She would begin to lead the way to the main office on the base. "How do you cure it?" She was still on about it, but then, this was the first hope she'd been given in a very long time.

Leon had been on the base for a little while. He hadn't done anything momentous as of yet, just gone here and there, done some training, gotten pretty good at handling the weapons he was handed. His favorite, though, was the sniper rifle. It was awesome, and, well, since he was a sniper, it fit him very well.
Supposedly their sniper had died today; how or when, he wasn't entirely sure, but he had gotten the memo a few minutes ago and apparently they needed a new one. He had volunteered before the position had been taken by someone else, and now he was in. He'd finally get to do something related to the outside world.
Now he was supposed to find someone by the name of Amy Malone. She was the one who needed the sniper, evidently, since hers got whacked today. Maybe he had seen her around occasionally, maybe not. He doubted she'd seen him- if she had, it was only briefly. He never stayed in one place for too long.
Anyways. How to find this Malone?
He was slowly walking through the base, his rifle on his back, eyes hidden behind the shades he never parted with. It would probably be easier just to go to the main office, but what was the fun in that?
He'd find her soon enough, considering he was heading down the same hallway Amy and Frost were currently in.

Frost sighed.

"That is... Classified. Know this: SET is not the only organization of highly trained operatives with the goal of taking down the CYBORGs."

She was quiet for a moment.

"Austin's case is... Unusual. I don't have a clue where he is, but if we find him, we may be able to fix him."

She stopped quickly and whirled around, falling to one knee- pistol in hand. Leon had been following them.

"What do you need?"

Amy frowned deeply upon learning that this cure was apparently classified, even to her. She knew better then to fight about it though, and thus remained silent on that matter. "I wouldn't know where to begin looking unfortunately, but whatever I can do to hel--"

She cut off as Frost drew her pistol, and aimed it behind them, Amy, out of reflex drew her own, aiming it at Frost, who she honestly wasn't certain she trusted, because as far as Amy was concerned, this woman was drawing on one of the operatives of the SET base. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Leon recoiled slightly, his hands raised in a peaceful sort of position to show he hadn't meant any harm, although he was silently calculating how fast he could reach the rifle on his back if worst came to worst. He wouldn't have long, that was for sure, so it was a risky sort of situation he was in right now. He'd have to be careful, since he didn't want to end up looking like Swiss cheese.
"I'm looking for Malone," he replied simply, the green gaze under the shades studying the two critically. "Amy Malone. I was told she needed a sniper so I applied for the job." He shrugged and lowered his hands slowly, keeping an eye on the gun aimed at him. "I'll be on my way after that."