Post by Jasper Aizawa on Jan 31, 2013 1:30:31 GMT -5
Fuck this sun, Chris thought. It was the middle of January, and it was nearing one hundred degrees Fahrenheit in Mali. On top of a very reflective buillding, the sun was directly shining on him, and Chris absolutley loathed it. He pulled out his phone- it was 40 degrees colder in Tokyo. Chris really did hate the heat- living in Tokyo had made him an animal of the cold- and it wasn't like he was really dressed for this occasion. He wore a long sleeved, black zip-up shirt, jeans, and black sneakers- all under a ballistic vest. It wasn't necessarily the most comfortable combination in this heat. He looked at his watch- it was 3:00 PM. The contracted team should be getting transported here by separate helicopters soon- he wanted all of them to meet each other at the exact same time. Might make the team work together a bit better.
But Chris knew that the men coming knew that if they didn't work together, they may endanger each other and they most certainly wouldn't get their pay. And it was no small sum that these men would be paid- unless, of course, one million units of United States legal tender was small to these men. This was no easy or safe task that these men would be undertaking, and they would be rewarded handsomely for achieving it. However, the rewards would be even better once they joined Hephaestus- this group had already been under scrutiny for hiring by Hephaestus to Chris' division, which specialized in hiring "spiritually talented" individuals. If these men could prove they could be useful assets to the company, they would almost surely be hired.
Chris looked down at the street below him. Hundreds of French troops moved through the streets in their armored vehicles, blocking off the streets entering the exclusion zone. Chris looked onto it. To the normal human eye, it looked clear- like you could walk right through it. But to the trained, spiritual eye, they could see much more. The dome was a kind of blueish-black color, with amorphous blobs of dark patches moving across the surface. But in the clearer parts, you could see small things scuffling around, a shape running through a street. It was a little bit unsettling, but Chris just passed it off as an optical illusion- the heat must have been making him hallucinate.
Chris looked back up to where he was, at his right a bulking Sikhorsky Seahawk . Chris also questioned how Hephaestus Industries procured military technology during his initial stage of employment, but it came to dawn upon him- Hephaestus Industries produced everything. With eighty million employees, what didn't they do? This helicopter, which Chris would fly, would bring them into the Exclusion Zone. How, though, would a kishi object run through a reishi field? Well, Chris would explain on the way there.
Chris began to hear the spinning of rotor blades in the distance, headed his direction. Putting on some sunglasses, Chris smiled. It seemed like his first team member was here.
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