Mercenaries: Operations Osaka Drop

[Lord Tully]

::Your character receives the following message through an electronic communication (Email, text what ever is avalible to the character)::
Greetings, my name is Mister Porter, and you are someone I need. Come to the Rainer Fish company warehouse in San Fransico next Tuesday at 6:00 P.M. for your assignment. The mission should you accept it pays 200 million U.S. dollars upon successful completion. If you like to know more, come to the warehouse and you'll be told everything you need to know, but of course if you feel that you do not need 200 million dollars you can simply walk away. Farewell, this message will erase itself in 10 seconds.

[Ankolyste]

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Alice's phone jumped and vibrated as it shouted cutely in a Chibi Japanese voice ~"Go-Dengon! Go-Dengon! Go-Dengon!" (Message). As she looked over at it she sighed, expecting some random stupid chain message from one of her friends. Grabbing her phone she arched an eyebrow and read the message slowly, a smirk coming to her lips as she read over the 200 mil that was being offered. She was nodding as the message deleted itself like it said. Standing from her bed she looked at herself in the mirror as she dialed the airport. When they answered she spoke to them, "International flight please, preferably leaving This Sunday." she spoke with her accent as she pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Alright ma'am. And where to?" The man asked.

"San Francisco." Her lips curved up as she spoke. She was going to go for that money, or Die trying. She just wondered what kind of 'job' she would have fun with this time.

[Tytun]

Along Highway 361, a single car was driving down the road alone. Driving the car was a young man who seemed to not have a care in the world about anything at the moment. The sound of his phone ringing, however, broke him out of his trance. Picking the cell up, his brown eyes hidden underneath the shades he was wearing glanced over the message that had been presented. The message was interesting for how blatantly honest it was, but the man simply sighed. Taking the next exit ramp, he changed course and made the long drive towards San Francisco.

[DB.]

Roy was leaning back in his chair, spinning one of his throwing knives around his fingers. Boredom had already set in and the day had already started.

Then the phone in his pocket started vibrating. Roy reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and smiled at the text message that was displayed. Rushing over to his closet he pulled out a small backpack and walked out of the door.

He arrived at the airport soon after and bought one ticket for San Fransisco

[Lord Tully]

Victor was sitting in the living room of his small apartment about to drink his 4th glass of scotch when heard his computer chime to tell him he had a new message. He stood up slowly and walked over to his 10 year old Mac, he scrolled down the message and had to pause at he 200 million dollars part "Holy shit, buddy you're speaking my language." he quickly wrote down the location before the Email deleted itself and was almost giddy (or at least as close as an obsessed Russian man can get to giddy) at the thought of such a big pay off as he strolled down the stairs of his Chicago apartment building. Victor tossed the key to his place to a neighbor of his and told him "I'll be gone for a while, look after the place." and before the other man could respond Victor was out the door and on his motorcycle on his way to the airport to buy a ticket to San Fransisco.
(several hours later)
Victor hadd to get a cab to reach the Warehouse district and from there had an easy time finding the "Rainer Fish Company," when he opened the door a man in a business suit came and lead him to a back room to wait.

[Tytun]

Quite some time had passed on his drive, but finally Kyle had arrived near his destination. Pulling his car up into the Warehouse District, he parked nearby the "Rainer Fish Company" building just in time to see someone entering it. Gathering his necessities and removing his shades, he locked the door to his car and headed on over. Entering the building, he noticed a man in a business suit who ushered him forward and followed him onward.