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blessedisdeath
“I can see his time running out like a ticking clock that is starting to slow.” Makaria can sense the hesitation in this man, his stubborn nature throbbing in his aura. “………I can break your gun, if that will help you let me take care of this. He won’t reach his destination, regardless. 2.3 miles down the road, his heart will fail.”
SKEPTICISM IS STILL ON HIS FEATURES.
no , jack doesn’t quite believe her , but there is something
in his gut that tells him she means business . and that
what he does won’t matter . but a thought strikes . “ if
he’s so close to dying , what’s the difference if i shoot
him or his heart gives out ? ”
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doctcra
temperance immediate drops everything and is focused on him and what seems to be the matter. her hands free, with him seemingly out of breath there are already a few scenarios crossing her mind. but until she’s sure, she can’t do anything with him. before he fell he said he had trouble walking which eliminates a few more things but still. god, she isn’t sure how to help right now a wave of helplessness rushing over her. she doesn’t carry medicine with her for any reason. and besides nothing that would be prescribed to him. ‘ sir, what’s going on?? ‘ she was going to ask if he was okay, but of course he wasn’t okay. he was practically writhing on the ground in pain. perhaps he could even tell her how to help and if not, she would call an ambulance for them.
THE SPAZEM LEAVES JACK BREATHLESS. sweat coats every surface but he seems to have stilled , for now . with what strength he has , the agent peers through the window to see if his attackers are following him . he doesn’t see anyone . but that doesn’t mean they are out of danger , yet . focus returns to the woman .
“ it’s just a really bad day . ” he offers , a lop sided grin . it’s colored with pain though . jack ryan continues . “ an old war injury is flaring up and there are a couple of guys who wanna kill me . ” might as well not keep secrets . “ so , just trying to survive . ”
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SUBJECT ID : @doctcra·
she’d been shopping, when in her periphery, she catches sight of the tall blonde, sweating, using the wall as support. there is part of her that tells her not to get involved. but her duty as a doctor comes first and he looks like he’s in pain. she isn’t even sure he would want her help and she isn’t sure of what is wrong with him in the first place and how she could help there without any instruments or any consumable tablets. but still she wanders over, looking for his attention. ‘ excuse me? sir? are you alright? i couldn’t help but notice you struggling. i’m a doctor. ‘
THE MAN NEARLY JUMPS AT THE PRESENCE OF THE OTHER.
a low curse leaves his lips as he works to calm his breath . at least jack
isn’t bleeding , visibly . as for his insides...that could be a different story .
but the spy slaps on a fake grin and tries to push the woman’s worry
aside . although he could really use her help . his back twinges in pain ,
making his legs ache . jack can not yet stand . “ ah , yeah . just , having
trouble walking . i’ll be fine . just need a sec-.” a spasm of pain as jack
finds himself all but withering on the floor . face turns beet red , veins
straining against his skin as he clenches his teeth tight . he doesn’t
want to scream out in pain .
pull yourself together , jack . you need to get out of here . you don’t
want to put this woman in danger .
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SUBJECT ID : @doctcra
FEAR AND PANIC WAR FOR DOMINANCE.
eyes dart around looking for cover . breath is labored
as jack flees for his life . how this mission got turned
around and screwed up is beyond him but he’s a wou-
nded animal . jack needs a place to hide , recuperate ,
and call for extraction . it’s going to be close . his back
is flaring in pain , making it near impossible to walk , let
alone run straight . finding a shop in a throng of buildings ,
the spy darts in and hides , slumping against the wall .
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‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
@doctcra / meme !
A ROLL OF HIS EYES. the analyst isn’t really amused. but he supposes temperance is right. shame on him for being a fool, wanting to test out his knew fighting skills. you could say his training made him feel a bit empowered. but deep down, he is still just an analyst for the CIA. “yeah, doc. spare me the lecture. i’ve learned the hard way.” a dry laugh.
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‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
@fateprotected / meme !
“RESCUED ME MY ASS!” the man cries in frustration, gun still in hand as fingers curl into the fringes of sun kissed hair. feet paced rapidly, desp-erate to find a solution to this clusterfuck of a problem. “i didn’t need saving! i’m in the middle of a mission. now my target has vanished and i blame you!” maybe jack is laying it on a bit thick but he’s till new to this field work. this isn’t what he’s used to and he sure as hell doesn’t want to mess it all up. “fuck.”
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@legendaryhanded / gv. artemis
he’s working on his padd when the man comes to. leonard doesn’t bother looking up at first, just finishes typing notes in his chart. most of their members had charts that were a mile long. this man’s, not the case. a newbie. “welcome ta the artemis. i’m the head doctor here. “ he stands up, walking over to the computer station in front of his bed. “ yer very lucky that yer friends knew where to take you. i almost didn’t get ya back. “
ORBS BLINK FRANTICALLY, PANIC
still pushing in on his chest. though he shows
no outward appearance of his anxiety, the heart
monitor gives him away. jack closes his eyes
and takes in a deep breathe. he doesn’t remem-
ber what happened nor how he ended up here.
what friend was this doctor talking about? he
doesn’t comment. “what happened to me?” he
questions, orbs blinking again as if to clear
away a fog. maybe this is a dream and he’s
actually been captured.
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vhsmeme:
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
* hurt prompts
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CODE NAME: fateprotected
Something about his response–that’s what makes her eyes narrow.
Even in a hurry, Jim’s not usually quite so vague. But then, she
doesn’t know the whole story. It’s not unlike him to end up in some
sort of chaos. “What’s so important?” She’ll help, with whatever it is.
HE KNEW SHE WASN’T APART OF HIS MISSION
but her asking about what he needs makes his skin crawl and
confirm that he does not, in fact, know this person. no code
word was given, no way to let jack know that she was a spy
too. so, he keeps his lips sealed shut and just books it to the
small computer room. it’s empty like he had hoped and the
flash drive still there. a sense of relief washes over him as he
pockets the device. the spy makes sure to note where it is,
just in case this woman tries to steal it. flashing her a quick
smile, he departs the room. “we’re good now. let’s get out
of here.”
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JACK RYAN, A YOUNG AMERICAN UNIVERSITY STUDENT studying at the London School of Economic became a U.S. Marine after the 9/11 attacks. while fighting in Afghanistan, his helicopter was SHOT DOWN, severely injuring his spine, leading him to a lengthy recovery. jack learned to walk and run again under the attention of Cathy Muller, a medical student. during his rehabilitation process, jack drew the attention of thomas harper, an official with the CIA. thomas recruited jack. he took the job.
twelve years later, jack works on wall street, undercover for the CIA, looking for any suspicious financial transactions that would indicate terrorism. while researching, he discovered a ploy in russia to cripple the american economy after the loss of a key vote before the united nations. viktor cherevin became his main target for this plot. contacting thomas, and with his position within the company having relations with cherevin’s business, jack finds himself suddenly thrust into the spy world.
in a whirlwind of adventure, ryan discovers just how deep the rabbit hole goes. he’s the expert capable enough to figure out the russian’s dirty little secret and stop an impending terrorist attack. pressed into high stress situations, jack discovers just what he’s made of. car chases, kidnappings and gun fights, jack manages to prevent a well placed explosion on wall street from destroying the united states’ economy.
finding that he was indeed quite adequate at field work, jack later went to serve as a spy for several years with the u.s. government, mainly dealing in economy plots and analytics. he eventually took a desk job again, where he continued his analytic work with the CIA.
WHILE CONTINUING HIS WORK WITH the CIA, jack was recruited by the treadstone program. they had been impressed with his field work dealing with the russians that they wanted him to join their ranks. after all, he had military history. finding that he wouldn’t mind field work again, jack joined. the true depths of the program were withheld from him. all ties to his old life were cut and he was made into a super assassin for the american government.
given the new name of sebastian “bass” westscott, bass went on to work for treadstone, racking up numerous kills and trophies for his hard work. the downside to his enhancement though, was his lack of control over his aggression. little things set him off, sending him into a fit of rage. most of the time it worked in his favor, making him impossible to kill, and extremely good at his job. other times, it got him into tough situations that he sometimes couldn’t get out of. finding his lack of control and increasing liability, treadstone put out an order on westscott to bring him in for decommissioned. knowing just what that would entail, bass ditched all ties with his government and went underground.
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HE DOESN’T EXACTLY REMEMBER COMING TOO.
nor how he came to lay in a fancy bed with fancy drink and decor.
a deep breath in and jack tries to sit upright but everything hurts.
there is a faint beeping sound to his left. head slowly turns to find
the source....a monitor. a heart monitor? hand raises to find a clip
on his finger. oh right. the spy relaxes and lays back down on his
fluffy bed. there had been an explosion of sorts and he’d been
caught it in. still didn’t explain why he wasn’t in a proper hospital.
/ open gv starter
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fateprotected
“Jim–”
Pris pulls her hood back over her head, exasperated by the change in plans.
But she follows him. Of course she does. How could she ever do anything
else? Loyalty is as ingrained in her as curiosity.
“What for? The guards will be back if we’re not gone quickly.”
HE DOESN’T RESPOND TO THE NAME.
at least he’s getting one step closer to figuring out
who she’s talking about. well, his name at least. jim,
who is a captain. doesn’t help him with his intel. “i have
something i need to get. it’s just down here.” luckily they
didn’t see the flash drive he had plugged into the computer
to get the data. at least, jack hoped they didn’t see it. his
entire mission is riding on that small piece of tech.
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i will... eventually write up all my bios and verses and such .
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CODENAME: fateprotected
She doesn’t notice the confusion in his eyes as she looks down,
fiddling with the old-fashioned lock for a few moments before it clicks
and the gate swings open. Pris holds out a hand, cautious but open.
“We need to get out of here. The rock here is too thick for a transporter
lock.”
WORDS ARE FOREIGN TO HIM.
transporter to lock. he’s assuming it’s
some sort of way to travel and obviously,
it can’t penetrate rock. but what sort of
transport? car? bus? laser beams? heaven
if he knows. jack follows the woman cautiously,
not saying a word. if she leads him out, he can
escape the clutches of the fortress and be on his
way with the intel. SHIT. “i need to make a quick
stop, first.” he says, heading in a different direction.
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CODE NAME: awishurheartmakes
hands bumbling to stop the files from slipping through his fingers, ford gave an embarrassed laugh, nearly running into a new face on ‘accident’. ❝ butterfingers, ❞ he offered meekly as an excuse, pushing up his glasses to get a better look at the man. ❝ —OH, i’m sorry? you are? ❞ he asked, his brows pushing together in confusion. some of it somewhat genuine. sherringford had been asked to come in and assess a problem, but he had no intel on who this person was. he was an unknown…—how INTERESTING.
JACK DOESN’T BELIEVE IN FLUKES or accidents.
the man that nearly bumps into him, threatening to spill his
files everywhere sends a horrible pang to his system. but he
ignores it, offering a steady hand and a quick smile. “okay there?”
he asks, making sure nothing falls. jack doesn’t know who this
person is either but he could be useful. “jack ryan. transfer from
another branch. i was told you needed some help with the audit
logs.” another tentative smile. “he is quite good with numbers.”
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CODE NAME: hellfireandhightops
Her head cocks, studying the man in front of her like a curious bird. “While I appreciate the thought behind your actions, it is largely unnecessary.” The pale eyes of the goddess glaze over a bit as she looks beyond, focused on a different plane than that of this living world. “His time will come, before others are hurt. And without your intervention. A man who indulges as he does? Does not have the strongest heart.”
WHO THE HELL IS THIS CHICK?
she’s give jack hella weird vibes but some-
thing tells him, if he tries to fire again, she’s
going to stop him. but the soldier has orders.
kill his target. sure, he could flub, say his gun
jammed or something got in the way, but jack
doesn’t want to lie. “oh yeah? and what makes
you so sure he’s just gonna up and die?”
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