[sure jump right in]

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John coldly watched as he left his black car, he had seen many, but this could be worse. He checked his secret service earpiece for news information.

OoC.earpiece connected to mini-radio

A motorcycle weaved through the jammed streets, going at a speed higher than the speed limit, since the cyclist was heading toward the Pentagon. After being stopped at the roadblock by a few agents, the figure handed them the CIA identification that would let them know who this person was.

The agents stepped aside, and handed the id back to the cyclist, who got through and headed to the pentagon. Stopping a few meteres away from the Pentagon, the person pulled the helmet off, revealing who she was.

Carly Murcek placed the helmet on her bike, and she took her jacket off, and rummaged around in her purse for her comlink. Finding it, she placed it in her ear, and started to walk toward the devastation at the Pentagon.

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Steve wondered what was his mission as he rode on a SOCATA Trinidad or a Pashosh in Hebrew. He was escorted by two Lockheed Martin F-16s or Sufas.

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I was cured all right.

Rachel was sitting in her London apartment, reading a novel on September 16th. Her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and groaned-it was her boss. She flipped the phone open. "Hello?"
"Rachel, have you seen the news?" her boss said.
"No, I've been trying to relax today."
"Turn it on." His voice was more tense than she was used to.
"Alright, bye." She turned on the tv, flipping through stations until she reached news.
"...morning, the Pentagon was attacked by terrorists. This is the largest, most deadly attack on America since 9/11."
As the reporter told of more attacks and videos were shown, Rachel stared at the tv, stunned.

Stephen pulled his SUV over at the Pentagon, climbed out, and stared. The building he had thought to be the most secure in the world was in flames. It was almost a 'home' to him, even though he actually wasn't there very often. It was where the commands to Special Forces teams came from. Are any of my old chalks without orders right now, then? he wondered, remembering to start walking. He showed his ID to some very frustrated guards as he ran to the building. He saw Riley standing impatiently and ran towards him, trying to ignore the sight of the Pentagon in flames, which he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. He picked up the tail end of Riley's transmission and grimaced. Terrorists in the Pentagon, with all its secrets. He reached the team leader and stopped running, his hand twitching to salute, an urge he had never managed to quell. "The others are on their way?" he asked, knowing that Thanfield would understand him. "Whenever they get here, I'm ready." He slammed a clip into his M4 to demonstrate that fact, and loosed his throwing knives in their sheaths on the front of his bulletproof vest.

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Rocco was awaiting at the doorstep of burned Pentagon as he was the chief executive. He knew the mission already that was ordered to him. When he scanned Pentagon all over, he felt kinda sad. He stared at the flames surrounded the building till his transmission signalled as all agents who are in the mission were. He heard what the agent Thanfield and moved toward her. When he was on his way, his attention was drawn by a motorcycle followed by car. This noise certainly made him uncomfortable.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

John said to the leader "Maybe we should take some action before the others arrive, I'm sure there's people inside this part still alive."

"****! Could you possibly be slower?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, we're still waiting for it to clear with the computer."
"Hang the computer!"

To say that Alanna Yeh was having a bad day would be the understatement of the century. The day had started off on the wrong foot with an early wake-up call and a cold lunch - followed almost immediately by the attack on the United Nations building. Through that and the subsequent bombings, she'd been put on indefinate standby, forced to simmer furiously at her computer. The Agency didn't encourage pacing. Even so, the silk blouse underneath her pantsuit was clammy with sweat by the time her orders finally came through - four hours later. A possible terrorist situation in the Pentagon. Her assignment said nothing about coming back alive. Wonderful.

Now, as she forced herself to stand still at the Pentagon security checkpoint, she did her best not to think about the Beretta 92 nestled in her shoulder holster. More specifically, about not brandishing it at the police officer.

Her ID finally cleared and she brushed past him, synthetic-soled boots crunching on rubble that was still warm from the explosions. There was a terse exchange of orders on the radio between the squad leader and a command chopper. As she came to the rendezvous point, she recognized the two men standing there: Thanfield and Winter. Thanfield, the older agent, was known by reputation to anyone in her branch; Winter was an operative she'd briefly worked with before.

"Yeh reporting." Stripping off her suit jacket, she donned the Kevlar vest Thanfield wordlessly held out to her. "Weapon?" An assault rifle clattered into her arms. She bore the weight with the ease of familiarity. Rapidly checking it out, she swung the Colt M4 into a carry position and waited for her orders, tasting the ash in the cool September air.

OOC: btw, how many of you do I know? can't be too many due to short duration of employment.

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

[however many you want her to know]

Thanfield glanced over at the man who'd joined him, a man he knew by Stephen "Wolf" Winter. He nodded. "They should already be here." He also saluted the cool Asian woman, Alanna. "Front door's blocked," he explained, walking rapidly towards the back of the Pentagon, talking on his radio the entire time.

"Rider, Raven, Owl, Ashcroft!" he transmitted over the channel, calling the names of all the accounted agents present at the scene. "This is Hawk. I'm headed towards the back of the Pentagon. Report locations. Over."

He reached the back door and ran into Ashcroft. "Hey. What's up?" he said breathlessly. "Oh, by the way. Terrorists on the third floor. We're going in. Be ready for some s***."

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Steve exited the Pashosh in a Washington airport where he was greeted by four Marines in full gear. What a nice welcoming commitee he thought as one of them approached him. "Agent Steve Gasigian?" he inquired.
"Yes," he said. He knew what the guy wanted and withdrew his ID, extending it.
The marine examined it and said, "Very well, you are to come with us to the Pentagon."
As he was escorted to a black Cadilliac, he dared to ask, "What is going on?"
"Don't you know what happened?" the marine asked in turn.
Steve nodded and the marine continued as he and Steve climbed in the car. "We have reports that terrorists are inside the Pentagon. We need you to help our men there."
What could an Israeli do in an American mission? Steve wondered. Finally they got to the Pentagon where he was greeted by more Marines and policemen. When the policeman who took Steve's ID was satsified, he said in an arrogant fashion, "We got ourselves a Jew."
Steve scowled as he took the M16 that he was offered and suited up. Out of view of the officers, he took out the cartidges and replaced it with a specially made one that he helped design. They were special bullets that shattered upon impact, releasing the liquid hydrocyanic acid inside. He was given directions to where to meet up, which he found quickly. Already gathered was an Asian woman, a British man, an Italian man, and an American woman. "Is there something I am missing?" he asked in a cool voice.

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I was cured all right.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

[welcome, Este]

Thanfield was just about to enter behind Ashcroft when he was met by another man. Not exactly having all the time in the world, he nodded suspiciously and clicked on his transciever. "Apache 1. I have an unannounced newcomer here. Brown hair, blue eyes. Looks Middle Eastern. Any records on this guy?"

"Affirmative, Hawk. Name's Steve Gasigian. Israeli Mossad. He's here to help."

Thanfield turned back to Steve with a markedly friendlier attitude. "Welcome to the team. We're about to bust some terrorist butt here. Care to join us?" With that, he snapped both his M16s out of their respective holsters and entered the burning Pentagon.

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Rachel watched as more news unfolded. She clenched her hand, wishing she could be there. She wasn't American, but terrorists were terrorists, where ever they struck. She had been to America a few times, even visited the Pentagon. It hurt to see it in flames.

"Relax," Steve said to the American man. "If I was an Arab, what would I be doing here? I'm Israeli, or a Jew as one of your policmen rudely called me." He entered in the inferno swiftly and silently. He knew from experience the many dangers of entering a room filled with potential hostiles.

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I was cured all right.

John was annoyed bye being ignored, and said "The president's ok, should we comb for survivors?"