Operation Terminas. (Open to ONI.)

[Faclan]

(Since ONI people wanted to use their people in a mission with more ONI people and people people people

Anyway - this operation, Agents, is taking place in a decent sized Insurrection colony on a so far untouched planet. The normal nefarious deeds are happening here; weapon, drug, sex, anti-earth agendas, bombs, and terrorist trafficking. But not only are their Insurrectionists on this planet there is also a Kig-Yar compound on this planet that is currently housing a splinter group from one of the larger Raider clans, Nest Sta, and they are working with the Human's to supply them with supplies in exchange for Info. In addition to this there are also some Sangheili stealth units that are doing the same job we are(their vessel is currently hidden), trying to get information and sabotage all of this operation. And to top it all of this settlement is built right on top of a small trove of Forerunner artifacts that the Innie scientists are slowly looking over - we want those items. (Your Agent can be new to this operation or they may have been here for awhile.) Once we have finished our Operation we will be able to call in the Marines to clear our the location, or if we have no other use of the location it will be cleared from orbit. Dismissed Agents. Oh, and don't get caught, or you never existed.)

Objectives (most to least important);

[ ] Make sure Earth is safe.

[ ] Retrieve the Forerunner artifacts.

[ ] Stop the Sangheili stealth teams from reporting of this location or interfering with our work. If they find out they will bring a force we cannot fight. Also find their vessel so we can sabotage it.

[ ] Try to eliminate the Kig-Yar leadership, we will send word to a enemy Nest to come and clear them out when their leadership is shattered (Rent-a-Crow Agents)

[ ] Figure out where the Innies are sending their equipment an then eliminate their leadership as well.

[Faclan]

Agent Hyde - Covenant Language Expert
Currently pouring over piggybacked transmissions
Inside the Safehouse


During longer operations like this you really had to take each kind of small advantage you could get. The pounding of the very heavy rain could be heard through the ceiling as through his headphones as Chris sat in the decently sized underground ONI Safehouse. He was dry, he just needed to focus on that as he played over the Kig-Yar message they had intercepted again, pencil poised over the transcript he already had on his notepad as he crossed out a few words and added in extra ones going sideways.

The safehouse was situated in the Settlements old industrial sector, filled of old abandoned factories and warehouses that just happened to have large basements that were now being used by the occupying ONI force. Chris was currently the only Agent down here at the moment, the rest either gathering more intelligence or scouting locations - Chris was sure they wouldn't have a hard time looking miserable in this rain to blend in with the Insurrectionist population on the planet and that they had enough control to not pick a fight with the section of Nest Sta that was on this planet. It was still a delicate balance to be had to be sure with so many moving pieces and the curveball of the Sangheili infiltrators somewhere around here. If only they could get a transmission from them, they would be able to figure out an area to search...

The settlements construction and manufacturing locals had been moved to the other side of the Settlement near Clan Sta's compound, so the Kig-Yar could more easily land with their raw materials and start constructing them into weapons and more dangerous weapons. If only these Kigs were more like the small Clan Vox and Nek had been a part of - smart enough to not try to supply the Innies with bombs. Chris had been intending to go and try to contact Nek or find out more information about him but he had immediately been pulled into this Operation once Vox had been dealt with...

Looking up as some thunder boomed overhead Chris frowned and rolled his hoodie sleeves down some and went back to his transcript...Apparently a trade was going to be made today but it was called off because of the rain storm. Did that mean they were just not fans of rain and didn't really have a deadline? Or were what the Kigs were trying to sell fragile enough to not like the rain? Or were they worried about something else?

So many things to ponder over as Hyde wrote these possible problems on another sheet and went back to his recordings - not able to hear much besides the rain and the chirping clicking language in his ears.

(Feel free to be out in the Settlement Agents or near/in the Safehouse, hopefully you all like )

[NexAngelus]

Agent Colsten - Security Intrusion and Electronic Engineering Expert
Returning to Safehouse
Outside


He balanced his position careful. The rain had made the rooftop slippery and the soles of his shoes were struggling to find purchase. He reached out with his left hand, then thought better of it a twinge of pain ran through his joints. A pain that echoed in his mind. He still wasn't good enough. He'd never be that agile again. Never that strong. He'd had to accept that. He clenched his gloved fist. More pain. More acceptance.

He sighed and pulled his leather jacket tighter around him. He'd had to ditch his longer, more comfortable long coat when he'd arrived. All part of blending it in. It was too neat. Too official. Too UNSC. Around here, things like that could get you killed. He looked back over the way he'd come; the rooftop was still deserted, a few worn holes in the roof had kept them that way. The whole place was barely standing.

He'd spotted a few shadows darting back into doorways as he was going. He didn't want to be followed back. The longer the ONI went unnoticed, the better. Hence the detour. Back in Casbah, he could be across the city in the time it had taken him to get from one side of the industrial complex to the other. He'd gotten old, and he hadn't even noticed. Speed wasn't everything now though. It was all about discretion. Its not like he had anything better to do. His last lead had been a bust. No one trusted a strange from out of town; there were still a few phrases he remembered from Tribute, but every cell had its own codes. It was now down to listening in bars and hoping to get the attention of the right people, at the right time.

He waited a few more minutes until he was entirely satisfied that he hadn't been followed before jumping down to a iron crossway below. He tried his best to land lightly on his heels, regretting the decision immediately as he overbalanced. His hand shot out to grasp the railing. Another mistake. He felt the rusted metal twist under his weight before giving way entirely. He caught himself, wincing at the sound of the fallen metal piping crashing loudly to the floor.

He listened for a minute, his heart racing. No shouts or footseps came to investigate the noise. The place was empty. He was just being paranoid.No one would choose to hang around here in the rain. Being this close to the insurection again. It was stiring a lot of old memories. These were the kind of people he'd once called friends. It was a cause he understood. Used to understand. Part of him still did. The UNSC had certainly complicated things. He sighed and made his way somewhat haphazardly back to ground level and towards the concealed entrence to the ONI underground base of operations.

He wiped a mixture of rain and sweat from his forehead before leaning towards the concealed microphone by the basement door.
"Agent Colsten, Returning."

[Llau]

Agent Mike Moretti
Computer Security Specialist and Stealth Reconnaissance
Cold, soaked, and hungry...


Moretti blended in on the streets with the Insurrectionists, wearing civilian clothes, that were nearly drenched as he made his way around, and his handgun was concealed underneath his coat in a holster at his left side, and his TAC-PAD was strapped underneath his coat and sweatshirt. He was carrying a one-strapped book bag that held his lap top and a few items he bought from the small shops he visited to keep people from getting suspicious of him; though, he has been down on this settlement since helping Agent Hyde in dealing with Vox, which the two were then pulled into working on this operation. He kept his hands inside his coat pockets, and had his hood of his sweatshirt that he wore underneath over his head - what little good did that do, as his orange and black beanie he wore over his head was starting to get soaked as well. He liked the rain, but not was it was a cold rain with cool temperatures. He'd rather have it snowing, than be drenched like this. 'Should've brought my damn umbrella...' He shook his head at that thought, and continued to casually walk down the busy sidewalk, before disappearing into an alleyway that would lead him toward the Settlement's old industrial sector, where the safe-house was located at. He had been walking around for the most part of the morning and afternoon hours, hanging out in shops and other places that those who he was watching frequented. A few new details came up while he listened in on their conversations, but nothing else. 

Reaching the end of the alleyway, he paced around a few times, checking his watch as he slightly pulled up his coat sleeve and the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and turned his wrist around until the palm of his hand was facing him. Sighing, he made sure he wasn't being followed, and then jogged across an empty lot before climbing up and over a fence. Landing on both feet as he bent his knees slightly, he made his way across a set of tracks that were a part of the industrial sector, and ran halfway before slowing his pace down to a nice jog, and then walked normally the closer he reached the area of the ONI's safe-house. Catching his breath, he reached one of the entrances - a hatch in the ground that would lead him into a tunnel that connected to the underground safe-house. It was well hidden, but no one would be able to open the hatch unless they had a key-card and the pass-code. After swiping his key and pressing the numbers, the hatch separated and revealed a set of stairs to a small tunnel and a doorway. He headed down, pressing a button to close the hatch, and once the hatch closed, the lights turned on for him automatically. He entered the tunnel that would lead him to the first part of the safe house, dripping wet from the heavy rain, as he pulled the hood back and the beanie off of his head; his hair was wet and spiked everywhere because of the rain and the beanie. 

When he made it to the next door, he used an eye scan to unlock it once the system finished scanning his eye and allowed him inside. Once he was inside, he started taking off his wet jacket and placed it on a hook, muttering about the weather to himself, before heading further in to see who all else was back on his way to the kitchen with his messenger bag in hand. He'll start cooking dinner, and then he will change into something dry and warm before continuing. 

"Hey," Forcing a smile at Hyde when he noticed him sitting there, and writing down what he was hearing through his headphones. 

[Faclan]

Agent Hyde - Covenant Language Expert
Re-grouping with the other Agents.
Inside the Safehouse.

Finishing up the recording Hyde set the headphones down but left the receiver on in case any new info came out of the settlement. Stretching a bit he stood up and look back toward the two entrances as little red lights lit up to alert him that people were outside - but he didn't make any notice to head over to either door and instead moved to the big table in the middle of the room where the Agents would meet up now that even the new ones had had some time in the settlement to discuss what they had found out and what their plan would be. The AI would have the door anyway as Chris nodded at Mike and kept moving to the table

The doors opened after their peepy AI clarified who each was and let them in, a little green light blinking above each of the doors as everyone entered before it sealed behind them once everyone was in. The former dim lights of the large underground room brightening up as a little terminal in the middle of the big table lit up green and a holographic Raccoon appear in the middle of the table. The critter a tad shorter than normal holographic AI at only six inchs as he stood on his little feeties, but a top hat adorned the top of his head between his two swivel ears brought him up to seven inches. A flowing scarf wrapped around his neck and blew a bit in some imaginary wind as there was a big smile under his beedy eyes and boop nose as he spun around a few times to 'look' at each of the Agents before spreading his forepaws wide and greeting them all.

"G'day Mates! Good to see you are all still breathing and not shoved into a dumpster!" He said in his cheery Australian voice as he stopped his spinning to look at Mike, the rest of the Agents moving to take a seat as he gave little thumbs up to Mike. "The Fox is almost finished in the Hen House Mate." With that done he started to spin around a bit some more before his top hat nearly fell off, but he caught it and then plopped it back on his head as he sat down, still all smiles as Chris couldn't help but smile back.

"Good to see you too Roudy, any news from Big Maggie or otherwise?"

"Nope! The Sheila is anxious to hear your reports, so pass um over and I'll pass them off." The AI said, wriggling his ears so his hat fell off into his hand-paws as some holographic paper appears above that hat complete with pen poised.

Nodding at the seated Agents Chris nodded and decided he should go first then. "The Kig-Yar were going to have a big trade today with our local Insurrectionist but called it off because of the rain. This may mean they have time, just despise the rain - which I doubt since they are a seafaring race, or that what they are trying to transport was fragile enough for the rain to be a real threat to it. Tomorrow I'll be heading out to try and find some information about this shipment so we can get a better picture of what Sta has access to."

Nodding he leaned back in his chair as the floating pen scribbled for awhile before the paper rolled up and zipped down into Roudy's top hat before the Coon started to slowly turn to see who wanted to go next with their report of today.

(Llau and I decided that ONI AI's are little animals with accessories...Don't judge us >.>)

[CTWDaBearJew]

Agent Ben Sherman - Tactical Operations/Intelligence Specialist
Returning to Safe House

Ben looked out the fogged windows of the maglev train as it decelerated into the station, the rainout sound only muffled by the closed doors of the train. People began to stand and shift from their positions as they prepared to exit at the station, taking the chance Ben pushed up his sleeve slightly as if he were checking his watch; it was not his watch though, it was his TAC-PAD. He was already late, he knew that much; what he was checking for was a message, it had not come.

Sighing he pushed his sleeve back down and followed the mass as the pushed towards the now open door, the wind pushing the rain forcefully through the door; grumbling he pulled his hood up over his head and pushed into the rain. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he moved with the flow of the crowd; it was thankfully a rather short walk to one of the many entrances that allowed access to the safe house.

Hopping a short chain link fence Ben dropped down and walked along the edge of the building, his hand trailing along the wet brick; counting as he went. Reaching the brick he paused, and looked over his shoulder checking to see if he was followed. He had not been, with a hearty push the brick sunk into the wall a few inches before a hiss sounded and a set of bricks popped open. The size of a small door, pulling it further open Ben slipped through the opening out of the ran. Grabbing the handle on the inside he pulled it closed with a sharp click.

There was silence, as he made his way down the long hallway, a final set of doors between the him and the safe house proper. 

Passing through both he found himself in the main room looking at some of his fellow Field Agents, whom he nodded to as he removed his backpack and outer coat; as he did so he caught the end Hydes report. "He's right, what ever it is; its rain sensitive. The innie's i've fallen in with has been talking for days about whatever it is." Ben said over his shoulder as he moved towards the fridge for a bottle of water and a prepackaged dinner. 

[NexAngelus]

Agent Colsten - Security Intrusion and Electronic Engineering Expert
Safehouse

Colsten was still hanging up his jacket, hoping it would dry before he next had to go out, when the briefing had started. He quietly slipped in the vacant chair closest to the door to listen in, sparing a quick disdainful glance to the annoying visage the AI had chosen. The latest wonders of technology compressed down to a childish animal. In a hat. There were entire schools of research back at the Academy that went into examining the reasoning behind an AI's image. He wondered what they'd make of Roudy.

He ignored it and focused on the report. The news about the shipment was surprising; he dashed a couple of lines of quick notes on his TACPAD. He waited for his turn to speak.

"If the shipment's that sensitive to the rain, it means its too large to be easily covered in transit. So we're not talking about anything that can be easily stowed in cases. That effectively rules out any small arms or portable weaponry. It also means its nothing thats entirely field-ready. So no vehicles. I'd hazard a guess at raw components, or some kind of specialist equipment."

He made another note on his TACPAD - a reminder to check the ONI database for any occurances of similiar equipment - before continuing.

"I've also spotted a large number of the Rebel populace carrying some manner of covenant weapons. Suggests greater than average trade relations between the two sides. Given what we know about the next 'big shipment' it raises the question of what the Kig-Yar are getting out of this relationship, and whether we need to be more concerned about it."

[Llau]

Agent Mike Moretti
Computer Security Specialist and Stealth Reconnaissance
Safe house


"Dumpster, huh? So you do care?" He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

He looked to Roudy after hanging his wet coat on the hook, and took off his sweat shirt, and held onto it while he placed his messenger back in an empty seat at the table, while the rest started to sit down for their meeting. Then when the AI mentioned to him about the Fox AI nearly being ready, he nodded in approval, hiding his excitement pretty well.

"Awesome." He replied, excusing himself for a moment as he removed the small bag of groceries from his bag to take it into the kitchen. 

He filled a pot with water and turned the stove on to let it start to boil, while he added some salt to it before he began preparing dinner. He didn't ask if anyone else would want what he was cooking, but he would make enough ravioli for others if they wanted some. His grandma insisted that he learn to cook before going off to college and "A prescindere dalla scelta di carriera si decide di prendere" or "Whatever career choice you decide to take, Michelangelo." Of course, he didn't mind it, and didn't want to say no to her - She's Italian, so, try to say no to her. Plus, knowing how to cook was just as good to know as much as hacking. While he was busy cooking, he listened in on the meeting, hearing what the others learned of what was going on, and once he created the tomato sauce and the ravioli's from scratch, he stood in the doorway of the kitchen that was connected with the meeting room, and leaned against the door frame. 

"Sounds like everyone managed to grab new intel," He smiled and crossed his arms. Glancing back at the stove where the two pots were on the stove; the home-made sauce in one on medium heat so it wouldn't burn, and the water gradually boiling in the other. As he returned his attention to the other agents, he continued, "As for me...the many hours wandering around in the rain and listening in on conversations have led me to gather that the artifact is in one of the mining facilities on the other side of town, near where the deal was going to take place." He walked over to the table, typing on his TAC-PAD as he spoke to Roudy. 

"Roudy, show us the map, revealing the four mining facilities."

"Sure thing, mate," Roudy spun around, disappearing for a moment when the holograph of the map of the area took its place. 

Moretti typed into his TAC-PAD again, showing the others on the map where the closet mining facility was, which was pretty much far away from town, but the nearest one where the reported deal would have taken place if it weren't for the rain cancelling it. 

"All right," he explained, "You guys see that mine? There's a major difference between it and the others. I'd ask everyone to guess, but I'll save everyone's time and give you what I know." He brought of small information of each mine. "For one, two of them are mining the same type of metals, while the other has a different type. Here's the thing...the one in question doesn't have as many guards as the others do, but it's mostly because it's much smaller than the other mines - but, I think that's what they want everyone else to think. Plus, the metal isn't what any robbers would go to steal since it isn't as valuable on the street."

He zoomed in on the map to take a closer look at the mining facility, which the entrance had very large doors and a long tunnel - which was as much as he was able to get from the Prowler's scans from space. "You might be thinking," He paused, clearing his throat and then changing his voice into a girlish accent, ""Oh, but Mike, they're robbers, why wouldn't they since assholes like them steal anything and everything they can get their greedy little hands on to ruin other people's day?"

"Ah, lady and gentlemen, that's not the point. The point is, the more guards there is, the more they don't really want to draw attention to themselves." 

He backed up and returned to the kitchen to throw the ravioli into the boiling water, and spoke to them from there, "Look, to me, it makes perfect sense, and another thing," He added, stirring the ravioli occasionally and then stirring the sauce some too. "Something was actively blocking the Prowler's scanners and communications within a two mile radius around the mining facility. I couldn't even see what else was going on in there while I was taking a look around. There's a few guards outside, but the place seemed pretty abandoned for them to even keep the guards there. They say it's active, but...you know?" He grabbed a spoon and taste-tested the sauce, and then added some sugar in it to make it kind of sweet. 

Moretti stirred the pasta one more time before heading back over to the doorway to see what the others thought about his intel. 

[Faclan]

(Nex! D: - how could you not love lil Roudy Coon :< (is ok btw <3))

Agent Hyde - Covenant Language Expert
Re-grouping with the other Agents.
Clarifications before supper and sleep.

Chris listened closely to the other Agents as they gave in what they had found out today, Roudy's little floating pen writing it all down before they sunk down in his hat and he laid on the ground with the hat on his belly, papers still occasionally floated down into it as he seemed to be resting and listening now. Looking over toward the kitchen he smiled and nodded at Mike.

"Thanks man, having some proper food will be a nice way to recuperate from the storm. As for all of what we've said it seems like we're getting a better picture from it; our main concern now will be getting to know what this trade will be about. Mays, if you could, keep trying to find out more about these artifacts tomorrow - we never know when we may find something different and even if its the same machines we've found before they are still good. The rest of us will work on getting to the bottom of this trade. Maybe we'l get lucky and the Innie and Kig-Yar leaders will be there as well so we know who our targets are."

He stood up as the smell of the food wafted into the room as he looked down at his tac-pad - he would normally not be taking the lead in missions like this but he had been here the longest, as well as Mike, so he quickly looked over some of his notes from before and nodded. "However, I need at least one of us to pay attention to transmissions coming from the ship yard to the settlement to see if anything vital, like Earth or Reach's location is mentioned, and if it is to mark the ships so we can track them if they leave. Other than that good progress everyone, get some food and rest and tomorrow, when its thankfully supposed to stop raining, we'll move out to get more info about this trade. So we can sabotage or steal this item and then move into the louder part of the Operation - hopefully we can pin it on both sides to get them fighting and not focusing on us."

He sniffed and smiled at the smell of the wonderful homemade food as he snapped his fingers and looked back around the table. "Seems I forgot something, anyone have any news about our secret Sangheili? The ones trying to do the same job we are that we need to 'stop' - however you wish to interoperate that. Killing them would be the simplest plan, but operatives like that would likely have a wealth of info if we could nab one. But that depends if we can find them, any news?"

Sitting back down after he had finished he mmed happily at the food that was nearly done and the sleep that they would all be getting soon after the day in the rain.

[CTWDaBearJew]

Agent Ben Sherman - Tactical Operations/Intelligence Specialist
Debrief & Food

The rapidfire beeping from the microwave oven signaled his food was done, pulling the door open he reached in and gingerly extracted the plastic tray; doing his best not to burn his fingers on the thing as he transitioned it to the counter. Pulling the sleeve of his sweatshirt down he grasped a side of the tray with his now insulated hand and with the other snagged a corner of the flimsy plastic cover, quickly pulling it from the top of the tray. 

Steam rising from the now open Ben picked it up with his sweatshirt covered hand, with the other he secured a set of plastic utensils and his water bottle; he glared at the bottle for a second, he could really go for a decent whiskey or even a cheap beer. But ONI frowned on his former state, and so would his fellow field agents. Shrugging it off Ben stepped around Moretti, their resident Italian who was working on some it looked like homemade pasta of sorts while he was delivering his portion of the debrief for the day. 

Stelling in at the table he dug in, the food was not good but what it lacked in taste was ignored by has ravishing hunger. Ben activated his TAC-PAD and linked it with their local AI Roudy to get the quick notes version of everyones briefs, that would be dumped once their briefing was over of course and to ease his brief when it came time. Just as he finished his much lacking meal it was his turn to give his daily brief which Hyde had set up nicely.

"That's me," Ben said before quickly downing the rest of the water, crumpling it up after he finished it. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he tapped his way to the specific files he was looking for, "Alright, like we all know the two major forces at play here are the innies and the space chickens, we also know we have a spec ops group of hinge heads." Tapping a command a video file was activated. "What your going to see here is both concerning and quite intriguing."  

Roudy was replaced with the spinning logo of ONI along with what a bunch of file information that was then replaced by a grainy image obviously shot from the rooftop of a building. "I shot this earlier today, not the first time I have logged these two groups interacting and conducting business; the reason I show you this today is because of a third party that joins." Tapping the 'play' command on the TAC-PAD the video began.

Looking down into an ally through both a VISR HUD and the scope of a rifle. A voice, his was heard giving the date, time and approximate location. The image zoomed in on a small group of humans, they stood around making small talk and smoking under an outcropping of a building; a second group of figures came down the ally from the opposite direction. This group still shadowed in darkness despite the VISR moved like a group of Kig-Yar, which as they neared the group of humans was made clear. The two groups exchanged almost friendly greetings, a pair of humans disappeared into the building moments later they reappeared with a crate and another human. The facial recognition software linked to the HUD identified the man and his compatriots, all known members of the insurgency. 

A female Kig-Yar stepped forward and so did the new male, clearly the leaders or at least superiors of the two groups. They talked for a few minutes more before the humans handed over the crate, which was examined on the spot and was found to be filled with a few cases of beer, some hard drugs, and a few human weapons; magnums and M7's. Appearing satisfied, the Kig-Yar retreated into the ally slightly, keeping the humans in sight; the leader extracted a comm device and made a brief call. 

Ben paused the video, "Nothing remarkable there, stuff we've all seen before. I did manage to tag some of the contents with tracking tags, Roudy has the info for those." Pressing play, "What happens next is what has me concerned."

The timestamp was almost a half hour later, the two groups: Human and Kig-Yar had regrouped together again this time a large part of the humans had left, presumably to the buildings interior. All that remained was the leader and two others, the Kig-Yar were fidgeting; looking back down the alleyway in the direction they'd come. Zooming in on the end of the ally three Sangheili shaped orange outlines appeared, they made their way towards the two groups. The lead Sangheili deactivated its active camouflage startling the two groups. The Kig-Yar retreated towards the humans, who'd raised their weapons; the only two to not react had been the leaders. The Sangheili laughed and looked at the two groups arms crossed over its chest, the female Kig-Yar smacked one of the males accompanying her before turning towards the Sangheili and conducted a brief conversation before she turned towards the human and gave an introduction.

The rain made any attempt to hear the conversation impossible.

Pausing the video again, Ben looked at his fellow field agents, "We have a bigger problem than just Space Chickens doing business with the Innies and vis versa, we now have preliminary contact between the Innies and this group of stealth Hingeheads." He resumed the video, but what was left was of little importance as the meeting concluded and the parties each went their separate ways. "I managed to track the Hingeheads as far as a local waste reclamation station before they entered the sewer system." 

He began the upload of the rest of the files associated with the video to Roudy before finishing, "What I did manage to figure out from my innie friends is that the Hingeheads are looking for us, like we suspected; but it also sounds like they wish to help facilitate advancement of the innies 'capabilities' to further their cause." He looked around the table, "They have another meeting scheduled already, I have the time and location as well. But I think this presents a bigger problem than suspected, I also suspect that whatever the Kig-Yar are trying to trade the innies might be involved."

[CTWDaBearJew]

Shameless bump.

[Faclan]

(Sawry)

Agent Hyde - Covenant Language Expert
Regrouped with the other agents.
A wrinkle...but that will be for tomorrow.

Nodding as the last bits of info were laid out Chris was glad to see it all recorded by their little AI - would make looking back over this easier as everyone seemed to say there part. Standing up again he quickly retrieved his pasta from Mike, thanking his friend, before sitting back down and taking a few bites. Waiting to see if anyone else had anything to say he was about to close the meeting and tell them all to get some rest when Ben, one of their youngest Agents, stepped up with some apparently vital information.

Watching the video closely Chris kept eating until it was done, around half his food finished since he was hungry as he nodded a little and made sure his mouth was clear before speaking. "Roudy, rewind until we get to the first time the female Kig-Yar shows up." The video whirred back a little until it froze on her face. Chris standing up and leaning forward a little until he nodded. "That's Hela, one of the lieutenants of Sta. I'll tail her tomorrow and see if I can find out any information about this trade, we can hope it will be delayed again as its supposed to be another rain storm tomorrow."

Sitting back down he sighed a bit and nodded. "But if the Sangheili know about us that's going to make things extra complicated. We need to find out about this bomb trade and soon before they find another way to transport it. Be safe, all of you, if they get you we know what they will do. But we have no choice if we want to find their leadership and stop this trade. Perhaps we'll be fortunate and be able to take out our opposites as well." Finishing up his food he set his fork down and sighed a little, looking up at the sound of the rain and taking off his glasses for a little clean before putting them back on and nodding.

"Get some rest everyone, tomorrow is going to be a cold rainy work day, we'll work out transmission spotter later, or just have Roudy look over it."

"Oooh I would get ta chart the waters and watch the migrations? Sounds good ta me mate!"

[Llau]

Agent Mike Moretti
Computer Security Specialist and Stealth Reconnaissance
Enjoying the hot meal, relaxing and debriefing...

He filled his own plate with the pasta and sauce, and then sat down in an empty chair after turning the stove down to low to keep the food warm. He listened in on the rest of the conversation, quietly watching the video feed Agent Sherman revealed to them while taking a couple of bites. He washed the food down with a glass of water, and then sighed.

"Got to love this cold, rainy weather practically every day on this planet," he muttered, "Would love to see the sun for once." He took another bite and leaned back. "We'll find out about the bomb, and just because they know of us, doesn't mean they don't know what each of us looks like. To them, we look like every other human being around them. Just...uh, walk around like you don't own the place, then you'll be fine."

Smiling, he went to finish his pasta when he leaned over a bit at the table. "Just don't look up things you know you shouldn't when we aren't around, Roudy..." He smirked knowingly at the AI. "Dumping two hundred million Terabytes of questionable pictures into someone's data files as a joke isn't really nice." He glanced around, still smirking. "I'm not going to mention any names of the one you did that to, but yeah..." He chuckled lightly. 

Roudy gazed over at Moretti, and smiled innocently. "Gee, mate," His ears wiggled a little as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "I don't know what you're even talking about." He started to whistle, glancing over at Hyde, while the Italian stifled his laughter as he bit down on his lower lip, but avoid the language expert's stare.

"Uh huh..." Moretti cleaned his plate, sat back with a satisfying sigh, and stayed there for a few minutes while waiting for his food to digest.