Temporal Shift [Fedoras are always in style]

[Thaedael]

@Dax

"That good sir is incorrect." he said before getting up. "It's best however, that you return from whence you came, I really wouldn't come in here if I were you". he said, before disappearing into the darkness of the metro.

[Thaedael]

@Jason

Sitting on the back bumper of the truck Jason is surrounded on all sides by the sound of EMT's running up and down the length of the street, the ambulances clogging the mouth of the street as they stop one by one by the hospital, dropping off stretchers full of wounded on the park side of the street. The sound of jets come screaming across the sky, the guttural scream of scramjet engines rattling the windows of all the nearby buildings.

[daxtinator396]

Dax ignores his warning as the man once again dissappeared in to the darkness. His reasoning is simplas he steps onto the train, If he didnt want him to be there then thats where he should be besides its just an empty train whats the worse that could happen?

[Thaedael]

@Dax

Dax stepped onto the lowered step of the train, leaning forward to gain leverage to enter the train. Immediately he is confronted by pools of blood, the sheen of the red light from outside the train reflecting his image face to face with him. The train car is absolutely black, the windows covered in bloodied hand prints and smears. There are bags and newspapers scattered across the seats and floors, corpses laid face down in the refuse, others slumped over in their seats. The man walked towards the back of the car, opening it to step into the next one.

[daxtinator396]

Dax gags at the sight inside the train trying hard not to throw up his breakfast. He continues to follow the man.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

"If you are going to puke, the do so, no point fighitng the will of your body", he said, as he continued to walk from car to car, each of the interiors more grim than the last.

[daxtinator396]

Dax does. He couldn`t prevent it anymore at the sickening sight before him,"Wha-What did this?"

[Thaedael]

@DAX I have no plot

The man turned, offering a simple embroidered handkerchief to Dax as he added to the refuse of the floor below him. "It's best not to ask questions, that the mind isn't prepared to hear answers to", he said, before casually walking through the cart to the end. The last cart was shredded, the rear of the car having been sheared and crushed by falling roof section, allowing access to the rest of the tunnel.

[daxtinator396]

Dax walked on taking the offered kerchief and wiping the sick off the corners of his mouth. He wondered what this man was and how he seemed so unfazed by it all.

[jayjaycaps]

"Well eff this noise... " Jason went into the back of the truck and closed the door. Finding nothing better to do and being quite tired, he laid donw in the back and tried to sleep.

[Thaedael]

@Dax I still don't have a plot... or do I.... Suspense

"Look I get what you are thinking, but as I stated, it's best not to ask question to answers you don't want to hear" he stated matter of factly. The man pulled up his pant leg a little bit, before jumping to the caved in concrete roof segment, catching it perfectly under foot. He stretched his leg, hopping once on each allowing the pants to drop back to their previous position, brushing against the blood on his leather shoes.

[Thaedael]

@Jason of the argonaughts. Sleeping below your ship will end in shit =P

He laid down prone across the back seats where previously the technicians were seated. He looked up to the metal sheeting on the roof tracing the patterns of the corrugated metal, before closing his eyes to sleep. A speaker to the left of his ear fizzled into a clear concise sound of Medea's voice. "We are entering the mission parameters now. There is gas leak estimated to have originated on one of the basements of the hospital, our goal is to isolate the broken gas line, and try and fix it if possible. If not we need to shut it off so we can get this hospital running." her voice continued to carry it's commanding presence no matter the form it was presented in. To the left of Jason stood a wall of monitors, with radio software, a computer and a fold out chair.

[jayjaycaps]

Dammit. No breaks for Jason, I guess.

Well I'm not getting any sleep, not with that radio on... Finding nothing better to do, Jason got up and stretched. Eyeing the computer, he sat in the chair and flipped it on, while looking over the monitors.

[Thaedael]

@Jason - no rest for the wicked

The computer begun to hum to life, the sounds of its fan rattling in its metal encasement. The sound of three beeps confirming its booting process. The computer screen lit up, running the latest operating system. Across the battery of monitors plaid different scenes, local news reporters showing the damage in the city of London first hand, claiming terrorist attacks, alien invasions, even all out nuclear war. On another monitor was a bird's eye view of the city, the gut of the city having been torn apart, a giant circular crater reaching deep into the depths of the earth, buildings succumbing one by one to unstable foundations, before tumbling into the chasm end over end. The last monitor showed a heads up display of the immediate local area, showing the dispersal and placement of every government agency, military branch, and military contractors, Jason getting more information than he can absorb.

[jayjaycaps]

"Holy shit..." Jason mused, trying to comprehend it all. It was a little difficult, but he managed to pry his eyes away from the destruction. He turned his attention to the computer, trying to find anything useful on it.

[Thaedael]

@Jason

The screen flickered a few more times as useless information sprawled across it. Version numbers, licensing, encryption. The screen finally loaded, a password screen showing the emblem of the SOE, a special branch of the government. The user-name was pre-written; cresendoll, the password was already typed in having been saved, the dots indicating a password of at least 7 characters. Each of the screens on the wall blacked out, before one by one they were loading the SOE logo, each screen showing a segment of the same image. Across the bottom three monitors it read "Special Operations Executive".

[jayjaycaps]

Jason decided to copy the password, in case he needed it again. He also committed the username to memory, should he need that again too. He hit enter, logging in.

[daxtinator396]

Dax shrugs at his unwillingness to answer questions. He`d asnswer them eventually when his mind was ready to recieve them or so he kept saying. He continued to follow him deeper into the underground.

[Thaedael]

@Jason

The copied password showed up as seven asterisks, preventing people from copying it from the log-in screen. Slowly the password screen gave way to a desktop, the a remainder in the bottom right to never save profile and password information and to log out after each use. In the top right corner a notification scrolling down the side to show two new notifications across the virtual private network of the agency. Across the desktop was a myriad of programs.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

"Young man, repeating the same experiment, with the same methodology, yet waiting for a different results is the definition of insanity. An unguided mind is dangerous." he said, continuing the stroll down the length of the corridor. Again the chiming rung across the hollow tunnel, reminding users that there was a delay of service. Below the floor shook, the tell tale tremblings of a train passing somewhere below them. The man pulled of his hat, wiping the sweat off his brow, as he looked side to side, as if trying to find some unseen exit.