Thread for SHIELD Situation Report Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Unstick | Delete  SHIELD Situation Report X 1:06am, November 27, 2017 [Edit] [Delete] As SHIELD is arguably the largest resistance faction in the room right now it would behoove them to have a clear and constant line of communication. That being said this thread is being setup so that all SHIELD agents can post weekly sitreps to Command. This will serve as a means to keep everyone within the faction abreast of what the others are doing to allow for the appropriate means of coordination a faction like this requires in order to survive. Now, if you happen to be part of a cell of SHIELD that is filled with other player characters you can have one person post for the whole group. Just post the current roster of the team in the weekly sitrep. Also, please post the date of the sitrep in the subject/topic line of the post. If you have something you need to clear by SHIELD Command ICly you need to PM Carol Danvers as she is the head of SHIELD NOTE: If you either haven't rped your SHIELD character for the week or there's nothing really important to report you don't have to do this. However, I am giving authority for SHIELD folks to get pinged once a week on discord as a reminder to post here.  ForgetMeNot makes contact ForgetMeNot 5:16pm, November 27, 2017 [Edit] [Delete] I decided to repost this here and not in the chat because I drowned it once. However due to the errors in the post and all that, I felt it needed redone. So im posting it here. **Once he had left the soup kitchen, ForgetMeNot began walking the streets of the outer district, making turns on streets erratically, and moving into alleys frequently. Indeed, he passed the same newspaper vendor at least three times before he was done. The purpose, of course, was to ensure that if someone were following him, he would know it. After all, unless they were following him, why would they pass the newspaper vendor three times? ForgetMeNot knew the chances of someone being able to tail him were slim to none, but when he was on a mission, in what he deemed enemy territory, he never let his guard down. Once he’s comfortable enough to know that no one is following him, he heads towards the bar known as the Gutter. After all, he still had plenty to set-up before the day was over.** **Upon arriving at the Gutter, he’s greeted with the smell of moldy bread and cigarette smoke. It’s a dive, for sure, and that’s why he wanted it. While some may worry about sending a SHIELD into a place like this, ForgetMeNot knew that this kind of establishment was only visited by Imperial forces when necessary. But it wasn’t like ForgetMeNot was going to get off easily in a place like this, either. As he draws closer to the door of the bar, the door gets smacked open and a body comes tumbling out, landing in the muck by the road. Three men, all wearing biker patches and vests, follow him, but upon seeing ForgetMeNot, they turn their attention to him. After all, he didn’t exactly fit in to a place like this. And truth be told, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ever been told he looked like a cop.** ”Get lost, cupcake. Or you can join this shit head in the mud!” **Immediately, both arms come out of his pockets and go up in the air, to show that he was no threat.** ”Hey, fellas, don’t worry about me. I didn’t see anything. I’ll, uh…just head out the way I came, yeah?” **Slowly, he begins to back pedal, and as he does, three men turn their heads back to their original victim. Once all three of them are completely turned away from him again, he goes into action, stepping more lightly than most would think a big man such as himself could do. Walking right by the three bikers, he slips into the door of the bar.** **The inside of the bar is dark and smokie, and the smell of the molding bread and cigarettes is now pungent in the air around him. For a moment, he uses his jacket to cover his nose, as it’s simply too strong at first for him to take without his eyes beginning to tear up. The inside of the bar is loud with hair metal music and people shouting as they drink. The clientele were gritty and undesirable, to say the least. ForgetMeNot was absolutely sure every single one of them was a bona-fide criminal. He makes his way towards the bar, sticking close to the wall and keeping his coat over his nose. Some turn and look at him, giving him death glares, but the clatter and rabble going on around them keeps them distracted, and no sooner do they turn to the sound of a breaking glass or loud “hurrah”; they simply forget about him. It takes several minutes for him to reach the bar, and behind it, an old woman with a lit cigarette in her mouth stands, the ash hanging from the cigarette almost as long as the remainder of the cigarette itself. She feigns cleaning a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag, and when he tries to get her attention by waving at her, there’s no response. She looks up at him, the back down at the glass. This happens a few more times, including when he finally pipes up with an ”Excuse me!”, but there’s just nothing. He sighs, leaning against the bar and rubbing both his eyes with his hands as he tries to think here. His eyes move over the bar, and then to the wall behind it as his mind races with possible solutions. That’s when he sees them., the room keys.** **Connected to a wooden block with a crudely scratched in room number, the keys were situated directly behind the old hag behind the bar. He had a few techniques for this kind of thing, but none of them seemed to be too reliable, considering the old hag wouldn’t even look at him longer than 1 and a half milliseconds. That really left him with only one option. He had to steal the key. Of course…this meant he had to cause a distraction, which OF COURSE meant he had to start a bar fight. As he comes to the realization of all this, his hands go back to the sides of his temples and again he begins rubbing, as though if he does it enough the situation will simply disappear. Under his breath, he cant help but utter the all encompassing phrase…** ”Fuck my life…” **Well, there was no time like the present, right? Seeing a group of men standing around idly near him, ForgetMeNot casually bumps into one of them, apologizing profusely as he does. The next thing however, is clearly not an accident, as he pushes the man he bumped hard into a nearby table of guys with more biker jackets and patches on. Drinks are spilled, bodies are knocked over, and needless to say, it isn’t long before there’s a fight going on right there by the bar. And in this place, the patrons policed themselves. As the fight moves around the bar, more people are drug into it, either by the knocking over of more drinks, or because they get hit with something accidently. The phrase “powder keg” couldn’t be more aptly used for anywhere other than this place. As ForgetMeNot moves back to the counter, he’s utterly leveled by the fact that the old woman hasn’t moved an inch!! She was still washing what looked like the same damn mug!! Moving back to the bar, he stands in very close proximity to the old woman.**”Hey!! Can I get a damned room!? Please!?” The old woman finishes looking through a glass, sets it down, and then looks at him.** ”Hell sonny, all you had to do was ask. Aint no need to go cussin’ at an old woman like that! It’s twenty dollars an hour, or a hundred for the night. You pay for everything up front. Cash only!” **Pulling out a stack of cash from his jacket, ForgetMeNot wants to mention the fact he had been trying to get her attention earlier, but it would be of little consequence as she was sure not to remember.** ”Ten days should be long enough, thanks. If you give me room 4 I’ll throw in another two hundred on top.” **The old woman pauses, one eye brow raising as she stares him down, seeming to stare right into his soul. To be completely honest, he found it more than a little creepy.** ”FOUR HUNDRED!! Or no deal!” **As she spoke, her bottom lip stuck out, letting him know she wasn’t going to be messed with. He pulls out all the cash in response, holding it out for her. Without taking her eye off him, giving him the same deep stare as she had when he asked for the room, she reached up behind her and grabbed the key to room 4, throwing it on the bar counter and grabbing the wad of cash in his hand as though she were starving and it were the last morsel of food on Earth. “Toilet doesn’t work in Room 4. You’ll have to use the alley for your business!” **He wanted to respond…he really did…he just had absolutely no words for the last comment. He just shakes his head, in an “oh my god” fashion, and grabs the key without saying anything as he makes his way to Room 4, which was located up a stairwell situated behind the bar. Upon arriving to the room, he makes sure locks the door behind him, and then pulls the blinds low. Now was the fun part. Now was the time to set up for whomever SHIELD decided to send in to investigate. Really, his part was simple. He puts the hard drive down on the table situated in the corner. Next to it, he places one of the burner phones, with only one saved number inside. The number to the burner phone he sticks in his pocket. He then throws the key to the room on the bed, places a Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle, and just like that, he’s ready to go. Well, almost. He still had to send the message to SHIELD. He uses a secure pre-war frequency, so it’s arrival would be quite the surprise, and would be sure to peak their interest. Of whomever was to get the transmission.** __*Beginning SHIELD secure transmission*__ >>“Agents of SHIELD. I have something I think you and your friends will want to see. If you want in in your hands and not the Imperial Guard, you will meet me at the bar in the outer district called "The Gutter." I'm sure be aan organization like yourselves will be able to find it. Once you arrive, get into room 4. You’ll find what I have for you there.”<< __*End of SHIELD secure transmission*__ Of course, there would be no image on screen. And the voice would obviously be that of a little girl’s. But would the SHIELD agents be able to resist the message from a secure Pre-war channel? Would they take the risk that sensitive or valuable information and data get into the hands of the Imperial Guard? He doubted it. But it would be ultimately their choice. He just had to wait for the phone call. And should SHIELD try to trace the transmission source, or if they ran a voice analysis on the transmission, they would find that the transmission source ultimately stopped at the bar called the Gutter, and the voice would belong to a 13 year old runaway with no ties to SHIELD whatsoever. How they handled this situation would be interesting indeed.** Edited 5:19pm, November 27, 2017 by ForgetMeNot, author. Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Unstick | Delete