"When I ruled the world..."

[Red14]

*Washington D.C. April 1, 2008*

The sound of laughter bellowed through the halls of the White House. Inside the oval office, sat the president, more than ten CIA agents and the Vice president. "I Have no Idea how you got this number," The president bellowed out, his sagging cheeks trembling with each word. "but you would seriously spend your time threatening the leader of the free world? I admire your courage sir, but you seriously think you can even get close enough to kill me!?" It was not hard to tell that he thought this was just a routine prank call, after all, it was his birthday and April fools day.

The CIA agents around the presidents were using large amounts of tracking equipment to try to find where the call was coming from, they were having quite a bit of trouble, this caller had taken the time to wire this call through over one hundred networks in order to cover his tracks.

"Mr. President, you should give me much more credit for what I have done." The voice on the other end of the phone suggested. "I was kind enough to let you know of your own death, I could have saved myself so much time by just letting you die, just like what happened to... I think you know who I'm going to say."

The president shot up, standing straight up at this comment. "Are you telling me you killed the Secretary of State?" There was a chuckle leaking through the line "Now,now you know what they say about assuming Mr. President. Don't bother increasing your security, it won't help but since I'm sure you will anyway, you may want to look for some real talent, goodbye!" At this point the President's jaw had decided to move itself nearly constantly, this was a known nervous habit of his his jaw would constantly reposition itself.

"Mr. President, what should we do about this." The president paused, his jaw did not. "That bounty is still out for the previous killer right?" The Vice president said "Affirmative." The President sat back down in his red velvet lounge chair and said. "Don't tell the public, and bring him in." He stressed the word him, signaling to the Vice president the identity of this person. "Yes Mr. President" The Vice President said, rather reluctantly.

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Ok guys, Characters need to be in Washington D.C. for this to go smoothly, enter however you want if you have any questions please ask me in the discussion thread.

[Beanybag]

*on a plane somewhere over the Central Americas*

Barret popped another pill of Valium. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. How the hell did this even happen. How did he screw up like this. He went over the sequence of events in his head again.

He'd just gotten back to his personal base recently finished a job. It was a good hit, no kinks at all. Next he got a call...from the U.S.A. The U.S.? What the hell.

He very hesitantly answered. In less than a few minutes he was off the phone. He'd gotten careless, and the CIA had found him. The last hit was a sting by the CIA and they had gotten his number, his location...he had been had completely. But worse yet was that they wanted him to come to the states for a special job. They said they were even going to pardon him. Pardon him? Pardon a terrorist! He had single-handedly crippled their most advanced weapons program and stolen the info. There was no way they would pardon him of all people.

He couldn't believe a bit of it. He wouldn't. They'd even sent a plane to pick him up. They knew where he was. He probably should have fled, should have taken off as quick as possible. Anything to get the States off his trail. He had no idea what they were going to do once he was grounded. His mind races and stress overwhelmed him. No good could come of this...

He only had one bit of consolation: They weren't going to kill him. If they were, he'd already have been dead, no use in bringing him to the States. It just doesn't make sense. The whole thing was fucked up.

He went along with the plan and was now on his way to D.C. He rubbed his face and kneaded his eyes with his thumbs. He didn't like this one little bit. Not one fucking bit.

[Oathkeeper]

-Two hours after call-

Joker listened for a view minutes to the monitor. Once he got the basic deal he hit the signal calling for the other thirteen of the group. He turned and entered his room, grabbing the remote from the dresser by the door and hitting the button to start his shower. He flipped a switch and selected his gear. This time he selected an olive green suit. He sighed and laid down some bulletproof underlay, it was old bit concealable. A decent modern gun can break through it, but a small gun or a knife would be turned away, if he let himself get to that. Once he had gotten cleaned up he headed downstairs and set up the view screens with the information they were given on the incident, and the data for the assassination of the Secretary of State, and the backgrounds of everyone suspected, in association and working in the government. He smirked slightly. It is good that we have strong influence from the Church on the U.S.


Queen heard the buzzing from her room and woke up. She rose stiffly and showered and dressed with much the same designs as Joker.

Jack groaned and threw a pillow at the alarm, failing to shut it off. It was when 10 came into their room with a bottle of water when he finally got up. He glared, wiping water from his face and finally got dressed with a lot of muttering about 10 being a bastard child and an early bird. 7, rising from a bunk a couple feet down chuckled and tossed his watch to him. "It is past eight." There was laughter from the two, and 3 in the corner dressing,

King and Ace finished eating when the signal had started. They chuckled at being dressed already and strode to the third floor to wait with Joker.

Queen strode down to check on the girls, and once she was satisfied they entered the third floor briefing room. She nodded at finding everyone else there waiting.

-Three hours later-

Joker looked at the Cards for a moment, and turned around. "You know the deal. So, if I remember correctly, the U.S. is roughly ten hours flight. 7 I expect you to get us there in five. You have ten minutes to grab your gear." He pressed a few codes into the keyboard opening up an elevator towards the hangar. He entered with Queen following, and closed his eyes as he mentally counting the lights going past him. Ten thousand feet down. Built and given to us by the church. We follow them faithfully, and we work solely with them, their countries, and who they tell us to. In return they supply us with everything we need, even going so far as to having erased our lives.

-Seven hours later-

Joker was fuming. Seven still walked lightly, and he was hanging back quite a bit. Joker saluted the man who met him curtly, and glared at 7. "I expect you to be properly fueled when I return." 7 jumped and nodded. Joker turned back and looked at the limo's waiting for him and sighed, before entering one of them. He was joined by Queen, Jack, Ace, and King. 6 through 10 stayed behind to tend the plane and play a few games and relax. 2 through to 5 got into another limo behind theirs and they sped off to the White House.

[Beanybag]

(Just to let you guys know, Red didn't say he called your characters for any odd reason, I only had Barret receive a call because I worked it out that way with Chris as there would be problems for him being in D.C. without reason. I'm making this message for Chris because Chris is too nice and such a pushover! >

He didn't actually want your characters starting with a call or a request from the U.S., I only worked it out with him that way for my character, so you made Red's job a little a harder. Just send a PM Red's way next time if you're unsure guys, sorry about that.

Oathkeeper, your characters should work the way it is however, maybe send Red a PM for a little clarification, but other than that you should be fine.

Toriji, your character and the pre-arranged meeting will not work however. If you want to work something out you can send Chris a PM, or find another way for him to be in Washington D.C.

That's all, thanks)

[Red14]

(Yeah guys, I was just going to try to cope, but Havvok showing up at the White House will probably cause more problems by the way the story currently flows, sorry Toriji just remember to talk to me next time if you're unsure.

Oath, yours is ok just because you didn't mention and pre-determined meeting, just so you know, unless you have special papers i on't let you inside the White House, be fully prepared to have your team live around the White House-ish area. BTW, your next post should be you arriving at the White House, i had no hangups in stock for your team.)


*Over Mexico*
"Barret Thompson..." This came from a tall man with short blond hair, wearing sunglasses and a business suit. "Are you enjoying your flight?" He said taking a seat beside Barret.

[Oathkeeper]

[True, but as I mentioned in the post twice. They are still based on the church, and it's related countries. The au medieval ones are based solely with the church, and the au future ones will be based solely on the countries. So the whole reason they are coming would be on the main from the Vatican, maybe someone in the government came, but the Church is the catalyst factor.]

Joker leaned against the limo, waiting for someone to come so he could get some damn clearance. Jack came by and offered him a smoke and whiskey. He refused them of course, and pulled out a book he brought with them from the plane. It was by Dante, and talked about the layers of Hell. It was difficult since he had it in the old italian version, but it was a good read.

[Beanybag]

*Over Mexico*
"Does it look like I'm enjoying it?" Barret demanded roughly,

"Why don't you tell me what the hell all this is about!"

[Ninmast]

(Sorry about the time it took me to enter. Last couple of days have been absolutely hectic.)

The man in the trenchcoat and wearing shades walked slowly down the street. Behind the hologram, a blue-haired teenage girl's eyes shot rapidly back and forth, one level of her mind noting the differences between how the District of Columbia looked now and how it would look in fifty years, and another level searching for oddities, things that shouldn't be.

There was, without a doubt, an anomaly in this time zone. Unfortunately, like always, she didn't know what, exactly, she was looking for. She was running a risk, too, even using the name Daniel Hawkins, given that her former life was alive in this time period, albeit at a younger age.

[Red14]

*Streets*
One thing that the girl may have noticed is that there was a man wearing a red leather jacket on the street corner in front of him, what was even stranger than the fact he was wearing a jacket in the springtime was the fact that he had a long and crude-looking wooden Katana slipped through a purely aesthetic loop in his blue jeans. Maybe he was on of the things wrong with this time zone.

He looked quickly at his watch and said "Dang! I'm late! Geez I'll never hear the end of this one." He turned around quickly, asking Danial without thinking first "Hey, what's the quickest way to the Lincoln Memorial from here?"

*Above Mexico*
"Ha." He said, not laughing. "With all your training, I wouldn't be able to tell your true feelings anyway, but that's just speculation. Maybe you weren't hiding from us all this time, maybe you just got lost and decided to build yourself a little shelter." He reached inside his blazer and withdrew a newspaper, he tossed it at Barret and said "No doubt you've heard by now eh?"

The front page read "Secretary of State assassinated in Vermont summerhouse"

*White House front gates*
Three men dressed sharply in black with thick sunglasses approached the Limo Joker was leaning on. "Identification sir."

[Ninmast]

*Streets*

"By air," Hawkins answered honestly. "What's with the sword?"

[Red14]

*streets*
"Oh Ha-ha." The man said not laughing "That's something that I don't have the time to tell you, but lets just say I lost a bet... a really important one." He looked Daniel up and down "What's the trench coat? You don't have any home made explosives hidden under there do ya?

[Ninmast]

*Streets*

"That's a dangerous question to ask," the man behind the shades answered, also not laughing. "I'm liable to share some with you, with the timer already started."

[Red14]

The man's mouth seemed to shift to one side and stay there as he asked "You aren't serious are you?"

[Ninmast]

*Streets*

Hawkins answer was as flat as the mouth it came from. "I don't joke."

[Red14]

*Streets*
"Oh" Was all the man said before looking him up and down once more. He laughed to himself a bit and said alright man, see ya around. He darted across the street and around a corner into an alleyway.