The Organization [Possible sex]

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Officially, they do not exist.
Drawn from the best counter-terror organizations and special forces the world has ever seen, they are the UN secret army.
Tasked with operations that the regular UN peacekeeping forces wouldn't even dream of attempting, operations that impinge on the very human rights the UN was set up to protect.
They operate for "the greater good", doing things that are considered nessecerry to avoid wars, assasinating this or that leader, blowing up this or that convoy, tapping this or that phone line...

they recruit from many organizations, from the CIA, SAS and GSG9, to groups like the russian mafia and other trans-legal organizations...
theyre even rumoured to be experimenting with robots

They are known only as Proprator

And now, thier first mission
A team will be sent into Zimbabwe, with the express aim of removing a certain dictator from power, then secure stability for the region
Name: "Vanish"
Age: 22
Previous service before joining Proprator: SAS
Personality: Vanish is cold and hard, he's been there and done that all over the world, from northern ireland to Iraq to just about everywhere, this has made him quite cold hearted, but caring about his team
Specialising in: Support weaponry (machine guns basically)
Armament: FN MAG/L7 GPMG/M240 (same weapon with diffrent names) and a glock 17
Appearance: http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c163/UFF139821HC/Vanish.jpg

[KittySpins]

Name: Erika Ivanov AKA. "Vulture"
Age: 20
Previous service: Spetsnaz GRU
Personality: Child of US Agent leaping to Russia, she always had hard time to adapt. Her entry in young age to spetsnaz and her troublesome childhood have teached her to be cold hearted in all situations and to survive unimaginable odds.
Specialization: Stealth, survival, guerrila warfare
Weapon of choice: Combat knife, set of throwing knives, various trap and assasination tools and silenced m9.

[Redemptor]

Name: "Demo"
Age: 31
Previous service before joining Proprator: Ex military demolition expert,mercenary
Personality: He is a big guy that loves explosions and hard weaponry,despite that he never acts too seriously. Likes to laugh and cracking weak jokes during fights.Overall,a bear-like guy with friendly approach.
Specializing in: All kind of explosives,from minefields to bombs and advanced charges.Highly capable of operating big guns and cannon class weapons.
Armament: DE.50 Mk-19,His beloved multi purpose portable rocket launcher(custom,g-g/a),a set of plastics.

[GreyOps]

Name: "Wraith"
Age: 30
Previous Assignment: Legion Estrangere
Personality: Wraith is best described by his appearance. While being taller than the average, Wraith is of a rather slender build. Despite the fact that all of Proprator's battle dress uniforms are individually tailored, and that tactical vests and equipment are fully adjustable, none seem to be able to actually fit Wraith. Straps of seemlingly loose equipment appear to trail him like the ragged strands of his namesake's death shroud. Oddly enough, this loose equipment never makes a sound or gets in the way when he moves. His pale, skinny face that would otherwise let him meld with any European crowd only adds to his ghostlike appearance.
Wraith is a silent person, an unquestioning stoic with not many obvious character traits. Despite his lack of communication, he's a reliable person, often ordered to secure vital positions that need to be held or might be used as fallback positions.
Speciality: CQB (Close quarters battle) and urban combat
Armament: G36c with ACOG optic, FN Five-seveN as backup weapon.
Wraith usually carries a standard set of smoke, flash/bang and tear gas grenades with him.


The sound of the ever-rotating fan was all that filled the makeshift ready room as Wraith entered. He moved past the few rows of seats that had been arranged in front of a display that currently showed nothing but a topographic view on Earth, with a small logo spinning in the lower right corner. Wraith positioned himself alongside the walls from where he could keep an eye on both the entrance and side entrance to the room and the display; the briefing was not going to begin anytime soon, and it would take at least a few minutes before other members of the team would arrive. Wraith settled down and waited.
In fact, he always seemed to be waiting for something. When given an order, he would directly move towards it and execute it with the outmost possible precision before settling down again and waiting. Other members of the team had often wondered if he was waiting for something special, not wanting to miss the moment the world ended or something, but since he was not really talkative at all, none had ever approached him about it. Even on the rare occasions that the team members had socialised - being the only ones who knew about one another's mere existence gave a certain sense of community - he seemed to be watchful and waiting, always remaining more a spectator than part of what was happening. If presented with a beer on these nights, he would gulp it down in no more than three huge drafts before resuming to wait.
The fan still hopelessly worked to chop the thick, hot air into something more bearable. Despite the heat, Wraith did not sweat: Like most of the team, he wore the specifically designed so-called heat gear under his battle dress uniform - clothes meant to circulate heat from the body, keeping transpiration and dependency on outside temperatures to a minimum. Sportswear stores all over the world were nowadays making a fortune with the once military-only material that would would keep people cool under rising temperatures, and keep the body heat close when in cold conditions. Many members had been rather thankful for that invention since they had been moved to Proprator's forward operating base in the northern regions of South Africa, where they were meant to be filled in on the details of their mission and then be moved into the crisis region that was modern Zimbabwe.
The briefing would explain how and when they would enter the country, and what their exact mission parameters were. So Wraith waited.

[KittySpins]

Soon after Wraith, Vulture makes her entry in her camo pants, boots and tank top. As always when not on field she wears her spetsnaz barett with pride on her head. As she enters the room she glances at wraith leaning at wall. "You are an early one arent you." without waiting for response Vulture takes seat at back line, resting her legs on seat infront of her. Soon she draws combat knife from her boot, thowing it few times in air playfully. Suddenly she throws the knife towards Wraith. It cuts deep inside wall just half an inch from Wraiths ear. "Your cool as ever" She states playfully. "Mind returning that?" she asks with slender smile on face.

[GreyOps]

The slightest smile twitched in the corner of Wraith's mouth as he shifted his position, eyeing the weapon stuck next to his ear. He put a hand to the wall and used the other to remove the knife, spilling mortar and gravel on the floor as he did so. The wall wasn't made of the most durable material, but the knife had buried itself a few inches into the brick, and it took an effort to remove it.
He wiped the blade clean on the forearm of his BDU while crossing the room towards Vulture. He placed the weapon handle-first into the womans outstretched hand, giving her a slight nod. For someone who had learned to read Wraith, and Vulture had had at least some time to do so during past missions, this was the equivalent to "Nice joke, and I'm sure happy you learned to aim in time before slashing my ear off" or "Nice throw" or simply "Nice weapon you got yourself there".
With the same fleeting movement, he turned on his heel and retraced his steps to the wall where he settled into his position again and presumed waiting.

[KittySpins]

Vulture tucks knife back to boot, throwing feisty smile at Wraith and saying cheerfully: "Thanks." Even though Wraith was silent one, Vulture felt more similar to him than other members of squad. They both specialize in more silent aproach, whereas certain someone else in squad was always keeping noise. More precisely someone big with tendency to either keep blowing things up, or if there was part with no explosions, laugh with voice sounding like one.
Vulture thought about teams odd setup for a while, then deciding it too bothersome and just relax now that there was a silent moment. Wraith was type that wouldn't chat iddly even if it was end of world and should Demo make enterance she would hear it miles away, atleast. So she took unladylike chilling position, pulling baret on forehead and started to nap.

[Redemptor]

*as Vulture was expecting.Soon from the other side of doors,within the corridor a easily recognized voice appeared.Few words,followed by short laugh.After that,only sound of footsteps made by solid boots that was closing in.Doors opened revealing big man dressed in typical grey/black camo uniform and tactical vest.*

Ah!I wasn't late.

*Seems that his joyful mood never goes away*
*he took a look at remaining two operatives*

Only three of us for big party?

*without waiting for reply,he placed himself on one of chairs...it looked kinda...well,chair resembled more of a toy under Demo,than solid kind of furniture*

[Cat]

Name: Heather "Heat" Ansley
Age: 26
Occupation prior to joining Proprator: Central European branch of the Mafia, "data gathering" and delivery
Personality: Heather Ansley is, by her own description, of "trans-European" breed, her deep red hair suggesting German or Irish traits, her slender, tanned body suggesting Italian or Greek descendency. She speaks a few words in most languages used throughout Europe without any discernible accent, and her English does not give away her origin - only under high stress does a slight Irish accent sneak into her words.
Heat is, as team members would state it, "pure dynamite" - she is hard to keep either still or silent, always fidgety about what to do next. "Putting Heat on someone" had a special meaning among Proprator team members, as it meant dropping about 140 lbs of pure red-haired fury onto an unsuspecting enemy, with a high chance of a heavy old machete involved in the oncoming slaughter.
Ansley has also given the expression of being "in heat" a new meaning; she constantly seems to be on the lookout for amorous adventures, usually among the ranks of Proprator members, but often enough, she is engaged with complete outsiders. Surprisingly enough and despite her constant change in partners, Heat has succeeded to part on good terms with most of her former affairs, not letting her "recreational activities", as she puts it, get into the way of her work.
As loudmouthed and unpredictable Heat may be in her spare time, as disciplined she is on the battlefield: Her agility and her ability to adapt and blend with most crowds usually position her on forward reconnaissance missions with Vulture, both women being equally adept at entering locations undetected. While Vulture can easily dispatch single key targets due to her assassination training, Heat's main focus usually lies on relaying destination and target information to the rest of the team.
Speciality: CQB, Reconnaissance
Armament: A silenced FN P90 machine pistol and a heavy machete.

As usual, Heat arrived in the briefing room when most of the team members had already assembled. About a dozen men and women of all apparent nationalities now filled the room, most of them in an early stage of their combat outfit, with vest equipment undone and weapons left in their lockers. Some of them were only background personnel, meant to establish communications and contacts with local help once the team had moved into Zimbabwe, but even they were trained in combat and wore the customary BDUs and tactical vests.
For now, Heat only wore one of the tightly fitting black heat gear shirts that brought out her curves, and a pair of olive shorts that gave her the look as if she had just got up - which was actually correct. Yawning, she took a sip from the can she had brought with her, cursing the constant heat. She had slept until a few minutes ago; the temperatures had affected both her sleep and her wake times, sending her into a sort of permanent siesta mood. As she had told anyone who would listen (or didn't, in any case, leave the room fast enough), she hated waking up in cold sweat without finding the cause for her exhaustion softly snoring in the same bed, equally exhausted. She easily got bored and was desperatly waiting for the mission to begin, the adrenaline rush it would bring putting her metabolism back to normal.
Her bare feet made little sound against the background noise of subdued discussion between Proprator members as she shuffled towards a free seat. She noted familiar faces all around the room, a few fresh ones as well; maybe she would introduce herself properly later.
For now, it seemed as if the briefing was about to begin in a few minutes.

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the SAS man opens the door
"hello all" he says calmly, sitting down at the head of the table
"I assume you all know each other's names..." he turns on the projector screen "I'm going to cut to the chase here, we can be learning names and suchlike at another time"
he points at a face on the board
"does anyone not know who this is?" he asks, gesturing at the face
it's a stupid question
the face is one of a certain Robert Mugabe, dictator of Zimbabwe, spread all over the news over the past few months
"our orders are to go in and kill him... this mission, despite whatever many of you may think, this is not a humanitarian mission, our orders have no relevance to the people in zimbabwe, as always we have Section Nine clearance" he says calmly "we will be meeting up with an agent of Proprator, she will give us intel on the situation on the ground when we get there, questions?"

[Redemptor]

*Demo raised his hand*

What kind of..measures..we are allowed to use for that mission?

[UFF139821HC]

Vanish answers with a shrug
"whatever you deem fit" he answers calmly "you do what you consider appropriate to the situation... just, as ever, make sure you don't get caught doing it"
he stretches
"any other questions?"

[Redemptor]

*that sure made him smile,those who know him,already understand what that means in nearest future*

[Cat]

"What about post-situation requirements?"

Heat was lazily lounging in her seat, which was not meant for this kind of use, nor for any kind of comfort altogether.

Despite secrecy being Proprator's first directive, organization operatives often stayed behind after a job was done, making sure the outcome remained stable. Especially during "extraction" operations, as the organization called what Heat referred to as "Kill the bad guy", those parties opposing Proprator's target where often contacted and lightly - sometimes forcibly - led to make sure the former tyrant would not be replaced by the next power-hungry warlord.

"I mean, do we get someone from outside to establish contact to a replacement government, do we break someone's fingers until they agree to be a good next dictator, or do we just go in, blow things up and leave the U.N. or someone to sort it out?" Her tone suggested how capable she thought officials to be of sorting such a situation out.
"That guy from the diplomatic corps we had last time in Morocco was kinda cute", she added.
"That's because you landed in bed with him, heh?" someone from the team retorted.
"Don't be envious 'cause he rejected your hairy ass and went for a girl instead", Heat shot back and threw her now-empty can in the general direction of the voice's owner.

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Vanish pauses
"but please no... uneeded measures" he says calmly "since should we be compromised by unneeded bloodshed, the cost will be passed down to you"
he shrugs
"I trust you understand"

[Redemptor]

Maybe they will ask us also to pay up for whole transport,and generally cover whole mission expandictures from private budget?

*he sure used sarcasm in that*

[UFF139821HC]

he shrugs
"we just kill whoever needs killing, then we pretty much do as you suggest, get a new dictator and tell him to be good, otherwise we kill him"
he yawns
"this is africa, there are lots of dictators, I'm sure we can find one who'll work for us"
then he smiles
"and you'll be pleased to know, a third party is covering expenses"

[KittySpins]

Suddenly Vulture leans forth. "Enough with yapping about irrelevant stuff." She is clearly annoyed by iddle joking about such a serious matter. "Tell us the needed intel, like the strenght of opposition and combat enviroment to be expected. also are we supposed to frame some local group or make it clear that he was killed by degree of outside benefactors?"
Her expression had changed from carefree to that of cold hearted soldier in instant, as she started to weight different aproaches and options in her mind. She didnt take war lightly like some others did, and she didnt mean to go to hostile territory until all factors were clear.

[UFF139821HC]

he smiles approvingly
"good question, in answer... opposition... a whole lot of men with kalashnikovs... not much in the way of military training or heavy armament... I expect we're able to defeat them with one hand tied behind our backs... environment, mostly jungle I think but with some desert as well... our CGA operative will give us more detailed intel when she gets here... CGA are the people who are bankrolling us by the way"

[Redemptor]

*Demo allowed himself to ask yet another question*

...and when do we head out?

[anouarb13]

Vulture tucks knife back to boot, throwing feisty smile at Wraith and saying cheerfully: "Thanks." Even though Wraith was silent one, Vulture felt more similar to him than other members of squad. They both specialize in more silent aproach, whereas certain someone else in squad was always keeping noise. More precisely someone big with tendency to either keep blowing things up, or if there was part with no explosions, laugh with voice sounding like one.
Vulture thought about teams odd setup for a while, then deciding it too bothersome and just relax now that there was a silent moment. Wraith was type that wouldn't chat iddly even if it was end of world and should Demo make enterance she would hear it miles away, atleast. So she took unladylike chilling position, pulling baret on forehead and started to nap.