Taco
Since: Jan, 2001
Total posts: 2

THE TIME IS OCTOBER 22, 1963. THE CITY IS 「BERLIN!」
IN THIS CITY, MANY SECRETS WILL SOON BE REVEALED ON THE ROAD OF YET ANOTHER BIZARRE ADVENTURE!
The city of Berlin was host to many clandestine espionage operations; this city was a crossroads, after all, and secrets flowing in or out of the Iron Curtain would have to pass through. Two agencies sprang up in the midst of these secrets flying back and forth: 「JAM」 in the west and 「MARCH」 in the east.
The leader of JAM was known only by her codename: 「Gold.」 A trim and toned young woman. Her hair green, and cut into a short crew cut, except for the bangs, which hung forward in a bob like a pair of mandibles. She held a ream of manila envelopes in the crook of her left arm. An oversized suit jacket hung over her otherwise bare upper body. She also wore a fine smile; the agency had recently won a fairly powerful victory against the Eastern powers they opposed, and the mission report lay on the table for anyone to read.
“Thank you all for coming.” She said to the spies assembled before her, all of them gifted with the extraordinary power of a 「Stand,」 a spiritual power beyond reckoning. “As you all know we’ve recently struck a major blow against the East, but I refuse to let us rest on our laurels. You will press this advantage with these latest assignments. The numbers on the front denote how many agents I will need on this. First come, first serve, ladies and gentlemen.”
She fanned out the papers across the desk, then disappeared into her office.
In the East, there was also MARCH, led by the round-faced bulky woman who called herself 「Legacy.」 She wore a large pink poncho draped over her shoulders. The fringe of the poncho was decorated with iconography of telephone posts with wires strung between them done in purple. Most notable of all though was her hair, an upward-spiking pompadour, bright red. Unlike Gold, she had a look of abject disgust aimed right at the failed agent known as Jackal, sitting front and center in her office (who was for his part just trying to be as small and nonexistent as possible).
“We need to recover from this.” She sighed. “The Western powers have gained an enormous advantage from Feelgood’s work getting out, and the men upstairs have it on me to make sure you get us some results. Luckily, I’m creative. Plenty of assignments for all of you. Good luck, agents. Don’t fuck this up.” Legacy lifted a cardboard box up from under her desk and deposited it on the table. Inside was a set of folders much like JAM’s. In fact, they lined up almost exactly…
ASSIGNMENTS FOR OCTOBER 22, 1963