Adventure 1 - New Recruits

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Adventure 1 - New Recruits

« on: July 03, 2009, 01:19:17 PM »

Date: March 1^st, 2027
Time: 0530
Location: 269 Desota Place. Fairview. New Jersey. United States of America.

The flights were long and tiring, but you finally landed in Teteboro Airport, in New Jersey. Thankfully, a driver awaited your arrival, and you were in a car, on the way to your destination, almost immediately. The ride was quiet, as to be expected at 4:30 in the morning. Lights in the distance barely illuminated the Hudson River, separating New Jersey from New York. New York has one of the highest violent crime rates in the country, and you felt, more than heard, your sigh of relief as the driver silently turned off the highway that would have taken you across that river and into a land where the police are almost as violent and brutal as the Were-gangs that have been rioting lately.

The car moved slowly past a darkened park, and your eyes caught the occasional glimpse of something moving in the shadows. It could have been anything, but your gut told you it wasn't a little squirrel. As you passed the sign, the tension seemed to life as you saw the sign: North Hudson State Park. Last year, a clan of Trollhounds had been relocated to North Hudson State Park, illegally. However, since they were critically endangered, no one could move them, and the government stepped in, making North Hudson Park a sanctuary for Trollhounds. You seem to recall the paper referring to them as hyena-like trolls.

Two blocks north of the park, at the corner of Desota Place and Fulton Avenue, the driver pulls the car over to the side of the road and cuts the engine.

269 Desota Place is a compact three story home, made in the early to mid 1900's, complete with a basement. Like most homes in this area, the first story is raised approximately two to three feet off the ground, and a small set of steps leads up to the front door. The home looks as if it has been recently painted a dull, nondescript beige, accentuated by a brick texture around the frames and the basement wall. The roof is a dark color, likely a dull black, but in the dark, it is hard to tell.

At just past five in the morning on March 1^st, 2027, four plain, four-door sedans park alongside the corner home within a matter of minutes. Two women, one clearly underage, and two men exit the sedans and enter the first floor of the home. Less than a minute later, the four sedans all drive off in different directions. The sound of the engines fading is the only sound in the neighborhood on this cold Monday morning, while others still sleep.

Inside the home, you are greeted by a man in black jeans and a black V-neck button-up silk shirt. He is well built with a short crew cut, and looks like the type to be a stunt-double in an action film, at 5'11". He rubs his eyes, which are small and pale blue, clearly tired. 'Evening. He greets you, I'm Buzz. If you'll just follow me... The man turns and proceeds down a hallway and up a flight of stairs to the second floor.

He opens one of the bedrooms, and you are surprised at the size of the room inside. They clearly had to combine at least two bedrooms into one for this room. And inside is a man standing at the windows, which have the blinds pulled closed. Once you enter the room, Buzz announces, There's still one more on his way. They got a flat tire. I'll go get everyone drinks. He smiles and closes the door. Silence fills the room for a moment before the man at the window turns around.

He is an incredibly short man, standing just barely five-foot-four-inches tall. However, that is the only non-impressive feature about him. His shaven head only further accentuates the fact that this man is an albino. His skin is so pale as to be almost clear, and he has just a bit of pink color to his skin. His eyes, however, are a bright red, almost seeming to glow, but it could just be a trick of the contrast between their brightness and his skin. His forehead has a pentagram scarified onto it and his face seems to lack expression, save for the eyes which seem concerned. He steps away from the window, and around the desk near it, to be in the center of the room with you. He tugs, almost nervously, at the cuffs of his, clearly expensive, navy Armani suit and addresses you. His voice is soft, almost passive, but you get the feeling he's almost whispering, although his voice carries the same volume as a normal tone.

Good morning. I'm sure you all must be tired, but Buzz will be back with coffee & tea momentarily. That should wake at least some of you up. My name is Xelthos, but you may call me Xel. I know a fair amount about all of you, Mr. LaRoque, Major Davis, Ms. Anacoana, and even our young one here. Your file called you Hydro Girl, if I read correctly. He indicates a pile of 5 manila folders on the desk. You have all been assigned to a team, and I will be your operations leader. You weren't flown here just for pleasantries, of course. We do have a mission for you, but please take a moment, get to know each other. As Buzz said, we are still waiting on a fifth, and I would prefer to not have to repeat myself... He moves around the desk and sits in the chair before motioning towards the seats around the room. Please, make yourself at home.

A moment later, Buzz reenters the room with a tray of mugs and two pots, presumably of coffee and tea, and sets it on the small coffee table.

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