bitchinred_xo (bitchinred_xo) wrote in project_newdawn, @ 2008-06-19 18:57:00 |
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I have a mission for you, Jared. (Finished)
Who: Ada Wong, Jared
What: His mission. Post Dated before he arrives at Sanctum.
Where: Her Office.
Warnings: Wesker bashing. (j/k) None.
Ada stared ahead of her. Lightly tapping her pen against her desk. She had a few decorations set around the office, a couch and a couple chairs. She blinked, once, then stretched. She was waiting for one of her newer employees to show. A Jared. He reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger. New to the business. Just a lowly spy. But, he was useful to her and could prove himself even more so on the next mission she was to send him one. it was dangerous, but worth it.
Jared was no doubt annoyed when he was told to report to Ada's office, making a final face of disgust, he walked into the office. There was no need to knock, in his opinion, if the witch had summoned him in the first place, any other meetings could take the back seat or else he'd find something better to do. Looking at his boss, he slumped into the nearest chair and locked eyes with her. The last time he'd seen her was reporting back on a previous short lived mission, and a few times while he was being trained for his life with Ada's group. "Heard ya missed me."
A smirk crossed her features. "You could say that. Feel free to take a seat." She said, nodding to the couch. "I have a mission for you."
He looked at the seat he was already in, then eyed the couch. It did look comfier. He rose, dragging his untied sneakers along the floor before gracelessly flopping on the couch. "A mission, huh?"
"Yes. This is very important. It concerns Albert Wesker. Seeing as you're one of our best, I thought it would be best to send you." And everyone else was already on a mission. Including Lucas. Who would have been her first choice if it wasn't for Nasya.
"Who're you kidding? Your fucking favourite is outta town again." He could tell already, he was going to be killed on this mission. It made perfect sense to send someone expendable. "I don't need smoke blown up my ass, ya know."
"Excuse me?" She said, frowning.
"I have no favorites. Might I remind you. You are the best for going under cover. Lucas isn't so well of in that department." She snapped, "But, if you don't want to take the mission. I'll find someone else and you can sit here and wait for something better suited for you."
Sitting around and waiting for something to happen? That was worse. He rolled his eyes and pulled a long braid of hair into his mouth, chewing on it as he pretended to mull over his options. The answer was formulated before his act of pretend caution. It could be blamed on one too many lectures on him being impulsive in the past. "Nah- I can deal with this Wesker guy."
"Don't take him lightly, Jared. He's highly dangerous. A homocidal sociopath. He's a business man, trained for the battlefield. Cold. Merciless. Highly intelligant. He's always a step ahead of everyone else. Not this time. I found his head quarters. You're to go in, as a new recruit. A security guard. Under the name Robert Smith. Your paperwork is already filled out. Anything that could prove useful, you will report to me on a safe line. Which I will provide. Understood?"
"Wouldn't you prefer I just kill the dick in the first place?" He looked up at her, letting the braid drop from his lips and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Just one other thing- couldn't ya have picked a better name? Sounds like I was born with a stick up my ass."
"Maybe. You'll deal. I could have done worse." She said, "He's probably heavily guarded. He's hard to kill. Many have tried. Like a cockroach or a fly, he always comes back. If you you find it possible, be my guest, but don't be surprised if he rips you apart first. I just want the information. Albert Wesker himself will be dealt with eventually."
"You make it sound like he's worse than those things that tore up my hometown like forever ago." He wasn't worried...it sounded like the easist job ever- just hang around and be a fly on the wall. Boring.
"He is. Tell me, have you ever heard of a tyrant. We haven't spoken much about the creatures made by Umbrella." She said, leaning foreward.
"Nope, notta a clue." He didn't look too interested either.
"Umbrella has many different creations. The most impressive has to be the tyrant species. They're all different." She said, pulling out some files and some images for him to look at. "By far, Albert Wesker is the smartest of the tyrants. Not the strongest, but he's the closest to a perfect super soldier. A creation of the T-Virus. He injected himself to make him more valuable and now it's his greatest weapon. The main virus's are the T-Virus, T-Veronica, NE-Tvirus, and the G-Virus. God knows how many tyrants might be in there. I'm only telling you so you are careful."
"It should be entertaining enough. You'll be learning a lot about the creatures made by Umbella there. You might even learn something about hat had attacked your hometown."
"Yeah- I'll keep an eye out. So when'm I gonna show up at this headquarters for work anyway?" The sooner the better, he hated idle time...it always got him in trouble.
"You'll be leaving tomorrow. It will take you about a day to get there." she said.
"Right on. I'll give you a shout out as soon as I start seein stuff worth reporting."
"Alright. Then i guess this meeting is over." She said, smiling. "Take care of yourself, Jared."
"Yeah- you too." He left the room as quickly, but loudly, as he entered....he hated packing, that was the only bad part of missions. With a slightly annoyed sound, he headed back down the hallway and toward his room to prepare.