A.I.M.E.D. - Child Espionage RP

"And those targeting skills indicate that yeah, things might get violent." She turned her attention to Charlie. "Having someone with a photographic memory, also useful in the spying department."

Mouse shifted in her seat. Photographic memories, precision strikes, these kids were hardcore; how was she supposed to compete with them? Wait a minute. Was she supposed to compete with them? More questions for the big cheese.

She suddenly noticed that the Charlie girl had an accent. "Where are you from?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

"A small town in England. It's a bit posh, I will admit..." Charlie reached over to pour herself some more tea, but found that the pot was empty. "Oh, bollocks," she uttered to herself.

"If your family isn't hurting for money why did you use materials like curtains to make your clothes?," Sophia asked.

"And what's a posh?" added Mouse.

"She means upper-class", Daniel interjected.

"Oh." she nodded and paused. "You from England too?"

"I said I had a posh accent. I didn't say I was swimming in money." Charlie's voice became dangerously calm.

"Sorry."

See, he thought to himself, this sort of thing is why nobody wanted to adopt you.

Then he turned to Mouse and said, "Wales, actually", before returning his attention to his soda.

"And I do not wish to continue this discussion any longer." Charlie said, her eyes ounces again focusing on the wall in front of her.

Okay, Sophia thought to herself, Money and why she makes her clothes out of household materials both sensitive subjects. Maybe was rich and fell on hard times? Back off and come at them from another angle later.

edited 23rd Apr '14 4:16:56 AM by tricksterson

"Anyways," Mouse started awkwardly, "I'm from Connecticut. You're from the US too right, Sophia?"

"Yes, Southern California, but not the movie star part."

The quartet were interrupted by the driver's voice again appearing again over the speakers, except this time the professional tone had wavered a bit, the hints of panic appearing in the driver's tone. "We have been compromised and are under attack! I repeat, we have been compromised and are under attack! Please listen for further instructions."

Four soldiers appeared by the children's side, each holding a bulletproof vest and helmet. " Our job is to get you out of here safely, and we can't do that if you don't listen to us. So follow our every order. The first of these are put this on." The lead soldier ordered the children in a brusque manner, before handing over a vest and helmet to Sophia. The other soldiers did likewise.

If the recruits looked out of the blackened windows, they would find themselves in a clearing located in one of the wooded areas, and they would also see more military jeeps, black instead of the green hue that the jeeps designated to guard them were, and roughly two for each of the truck's escort jeeps. What was clear to all was the sound of a helicopter hovering above the truck, and the loud sound of machine-gun fire coming from both sides. All in all it would be quite overwhelming.

In seemingly perfect synchronization with the jeeps guarding the truck, the truck reversed and completed a U-turn, in the direction of the airport. The truck had just completed the turn when it stopped suddenly. The reason was stated through the lead soldier's radio, "Alert, the airport has been hijacked. I repeat, the airport has been hijacked. Head for the lake. Head to the lake. I repeat, head to the lake."

The soldier's expressions darkened as they heard this, and the truck turned once more, this time forgoing any professionalism, and simply crashed through a group of thin-looking trees by brute force, smashing past one black jeep and sending two grenades at another, blowing up the jeeps wheels. One green jeep followed the truck, shooting at the two black jeeps harmed by the truck while the remaining two jeeps, already rather damaged, stayed back to hold back the remaining black jeeps, and give the truck and it's escort some time to get away. The helicopter followed the truck, sending machine-gun fire sporadically through the forest.

Regaining her focus, Charlie started listening to the sounds of machine guns firing outside the truck. The soliders started handing out bullet proof vests and helmets, with a youngish solider handing her hers. Suddenly, the truck did a U-turn, flinging out of her her seat. As soon as she was upright again, she was flung forwards when the truck did an emergency stop.

"What the fuck..." she muttered, rubbing her back. Just then, the truck did another U-turn and began crashing through trees. The machine gun fire became more intense, and the sound of helicopters filled the air. Should I do something..? she thought in her head. She fumbled around for a weapon.

"Test," said Sophia, bracing herself against her seat and the floor as the ride became rocky. "At least that's the probability. But just in case let's act as if it's real. Because if it is and we act like it's not.... Charlie, put that observational skill in gear and tell us if you notice anything important, especially anything life threatening. If you notice anything to confirm or deny my theory that would be nice too.

"Mouse, Daniel, if you have any ideas to contribute, now would be the time." Her voice during all this was flat and serious, devoid of any emotion but underneath her heart was beating a mile a minute and she wondered how if the test theory was just something to convince herself and the others that things would be okay.

edited 24th Apr '14 1:50:58 PM by tricksterson

Charlie leapt to the window and peered out. There were black jeeps, heavily damagaed with bumps and scrapes travking down their truck. The green jeeps were behind them holding off the black jeeps. "I don't think this is a test..." she said, keeping her voice calm. Focusing on the surroundings, she could see each individual bullet from the helicopter machine gun raining down. "Definitely not a test..."

She turned to face the others. "Anyone got a gun?"

Sophia may have been convinced this was a farce, but Mouse felt like it was way too real. She answered the apathetic strategist from under the table.

"Are you nuts?! Hide! That's what I suggest we do!"

Little Frisby was glad that her helmet (though a bit big) shaded her face; that way no one could see the waterfalls from her eyes.

"Not nuts but maybe overly optimistic. We have anything to reinforce these walls?"

Charlie went over to Mouse and picked her up. Charlie herself was only 3 years older, but was much taller and heavier and picked up the scared little girl with ease. Holding onto Mouse, she looked around for reinforcements.

edited 24th Apr '14 2:19:49 PM by PeacefulApocalypse

Sophia went over to the other two girls. "I'll take her. You're our best fighter," she looked over at Daniel and asked, "Or is she?" then turned her attention back to Charlie, "You should stay on alert. As a general question, anything here look like it can be turned into a weapon?" She herself had taken a self defense course in school and her father had taught her how to shoot but she was no expert at either guns or hand to hand combat. She then took Mouse by the shoulders and said, "Don't even think about dying. It's not an option."

edited 24th Apr '14 2:37:28 PM by tricksterson

Mouse instinctively squirmed out of Charlie's grasp and dove back under the table. She wasn't about to leave her hiding place without good reason.

And it looked like she found it. The bolts holding the oak table down seemed to have gotten loose on the ride.

"You could use this..." squeaked Mouse. Hiding wouldn't help if the car blew up.

edited 24th Apr '14 2:40:48 PM by TheodoreHastings

Charlie nodded, and began rummaging around on the floor. Her hand came across a gun, a standard issue pistol. She counted the number in bullets inside: 6. Tucking it into the waistline of her skirt, she looked for a melee weapon. The tea tray, cans of unopened pop and a biscuit tin.

Perfect

She turned around to see Mouse indicating to the oak table. She turned to Sophia. "I'll need your help. We'll use the oak table as a sheild and fire the cans of pop at the jeeps to distract the drivers and hopefully cause them to crash. I'll then use the gun to shoot the helicopter pilots. All whilst avoiding being shot. Sound okay?"

edited 24th Apr '14 2:48:51 PM by PeacefulApocalypse

"Sounds good."

"Shit", muttered Daniel as he put on his vest and helmet. The corner of his mouth turned down in a slight frown, the first sign of emotion he'd displayed during the entire trip.

"I'll take the table." He grabbed the sides and started to pull, but one bolt still clung to the table leg on the far end, loose but not completely unscrewed. "Oh, bloody hell. Mouse, could you get that?"