Roy's Room. V.W.A.T. Base

Roy's room is fifteen feet by fifteen foot. The carpet is white and nothing fancy. He has a small sofa about five feet from the T.V. which is on the east side of the wall, and a bed in the upper right hand corner above it. He has a desk on the north side of the wall directly across from the door on the south. This desk contains files about his missions and his comrades. There are also numerous pencils and pens either on the desk or in a pencil cup. Roy has made various notes about his comrades on their sheets and about certain tactics he might use during his upcoming missions. He has installed in the door way a pull up bar which he will commonly be using daily.

Roy sighed as he read over Ladd's profile. That huge strength and speed, and extremely tough skin would be horrible to try and fight against if he had to. But Roy really appreciated these files. They gave him large insight into these freaks personalities and what he should look for in their body language to determine what they were going to do next. A lot of the time different personalities affected that persons body language and while it wasn't a huge barrier it was really nice to know exactly what to look for.

He made a note by lads profile in pencil. "Would need to use extremely quick joint/bone shattering attacks in order to have any hope of defeating him." He made these notes so that whenever he checked through his files he would find this and read it. It was a really good way to train his mind to switch to that certain type of combat style and stay there without having to think about it.

Roy leaned back and checked the time. on his watch. It was about ten minutes until these freaks would show up. Well, he thought to himself may as well stretch a little before I meet them.

Roy's method of stretching involved mainly just your standard stretches bending his arms and legs and whatnot. Then taking a little bit of a twist. He decided to try and do some hand stands. He was successful as he normally was, and then he hoped a little and used only one of his hands to support himself. He was a little wobbly at first but managed to balance out for around thirty seconds.

However a guard chose this time to walk into his room and said to him. "It has been almost an hour, Just felt like telling you so you wouldn't be late or get lost in your...reading."

Roy looked up a little and because he was distracted he actually became so off balance he ended up falling on his fore head. His back hit the floor with a thud and then came his legs.

"Thanks." Roy muttered and saw the guard walk away, laughing? Possibly. Roy got up and rubbed his head where he had hit it. No bruises but still that hurt.

Roy got up and prepared himself to leave by putting away his files and then grabbing his weapons. When he was ready he left.

-----> Enter from hospital.

Roy limped in on his crutches. He was sorry to see Jaime split ways with him. He was a rather awesome Roy thought to himself. But ah well. Roy was a human and Jaime not so much. The hospital was also kind of like rubbing lemon juice in a cut. They disinfected his wounds and tightly bandaged him and THEN gave him some pain medication. As it was Roy hobbled over to his couch where he wanted to just lie down peacefully and perhaps see something on T.V. Then if he was lucky he would sleep for a week and skip the healing process. Roy's eyes were closing when he heard this large (explosion?) Coming the rec room.

Roy swore loudly and fell off his couch hitting his bullet hole on the table. Which only caused more swearing and yelling. By the time he had got back up on his couch he had completely forget all notions of a relaxing nap and in anger turned on his t.v. looking for a show that didn't suck.   

He settled for a comedian.

Knocking on the door as she caught track of the smell Roy had left behind, Advocate accidentally unhinged it as it fell right out of the frame.
"Oops."
Grinning wide, she stepped inside and looked over to Roy, who seemed to be in both great pain and in the same despair she was currently in- it was boring. So incredibly boring. Why had these two been doing that mission alone, when she would´ve been perfectly qualified? If they had given her a call, he would be in a much better shape now...
Might be because the two never really talked. Seemed like he was avoiding her, too...
"Hey, uh... Roy, is it? You left a few drops of blood on the ground earlier. You know VWAT has combat drugs for that, right?"
They didn`t, but it`d be funny if he shot up heroin into his body thinking it would heal him.

Roy looked at Advocate in terror. She seemed ...Nice...Ish at first but he had read her file he had gotten via steeler and those horns...Kinda freaked him out. "Uhhh, the do- whatever." Roy stated confused. Drugs eh? From the sound of her file he didn't really think that sh would have ben given information on about flesh healing drugs before him but hey who knows.

"Um, So anyway, Drugs Huh mybe I'll have to check that out but for now. I think Im ok. So Uh...Why are you here?" Roy finished only slightly nervously. Her body language read out t be interested but not threatening so much. 

Roy was just hoping that he could find out why she was here give her some money cocaine whatever it took to get her to leave.

Jaime walked through the knocked over door a little drunker than at the bar, Sam had gotten in after a half hour talk with the drill Sergeant and if all went well with Jaime’s reference then an interview with Steeler could get set-up. “Roy, how the fuck’re y-“ he stopped when he first saw Marilyn, he had heard about her but so far they’d not met. He grinned like the Cheshire cat, indeed the perverted British gentleman almost felt the need to wolf whistle. With practiced suave and debonair he approached her, “good evening Miss, care for a drink” then remembering Roy he threw him a cider as he helped him onto his bed properly. He was known for being a womaniser, and he had found a good potential conquest, the grin grew bigger.

Walking into the room Samuel had a bag full of booze and a pizza box and another bag with sushi in it I swear that man was hittin on me his talk with the drill sargent was surly, interesting Man couldn't he looked around and noticed two other people Hello. As he spoke and went into the bag to get himself a drink and looked at the other man So are you Jamies ill friend ? holding up the pizza box Want some pizza or sushi ?

Advocate blinked- it suddenly got a lot more lively in this room. She wasn´t sure if this was a good thing or not, but hell, she`d take it.
Completely ignoring Roy´s question for now, she turned around to face the other two wierdos- Both cyborgs, and one she already heard of- Jamie Sheffield, some sub-par cyborg who somehow survived whatever Roy had been facing. The other was unknown to her, but he didn´t seem to acknowledge her presence anyway.
The first one, Jamie, was the real oddity. She didn´t want to brag, but she was kind of a sight to see- he didn`t seem to see that. Or maybe he was a moron who couldn`t tell a demonic being when he saw one. Also, what he proposed seemed like entertainment- fun, maybe, they`d see about that.
"Hi. And yeah, sure, i got nothing better to do i suppose. Might wanna get a wheelchair if you want your friend to tag along though."
Her eyes focused on Samuel.
"And he´s... uh... a pizza delivery boy? I didn´t know they still had these. Surely nowadays people just three-dee print out their Pizzas after they order them from the internet, right?"
Advocate decided it would be better not to care about it. Her brain was already in a bad shape to begin with.

Roy thanked Jaime when he got into the room with all his heart. Talk about being saved by the bell. Even then after such a great favor and a weird little Dialogue between the two Jaime had help a little more securely into his couch which he appreciated.

To advocate he said. "Nah it's fine." Then grabbed his crutches an skillfully whipped himself off the bed. (Twenty years of intense martial arts pays off.)

To Samuel he said. "Absolutely! Throw me a slice!"

To Jaime he said. "Oh and thanks for the uh? Cidar! Yes excellent."

Then to the room he asked. So when do we head out?

“Three-dee print pizza? Can’t compare to the real thing” Jaime said in his slightly drunken way, he stood next to Roy and shouted across the room to Sam. “Throw us some sushi my new found friend! We’ll eat and then go and party.” Waiting for a response, Jaime began licking his lips as he waited for the food to get sorted out. The Cyborg went to sit on the couch and looked up at the ceiling in an absent minded manner, then remembering he had yet to get the lady a drink he stood up and went to a big bag pack next to Sam. Scotch? No, Whiskey? No, Cider? No, Baileys liqueur? Maybe, he took the mint flavoured beverage out of the bag and poured it into a plastic cup. Handing it to Advocate he smiled lightly, he enjoyed times like this, people were fun.

Sam grinned as he threw Roy the pizza box, he looked over at Jamie who was already trying to flirt with the only woman in the room hmm ? he looked in the bag and then noticed Jamie walking towards him as he got out the sushi and held it out to him.  Looking at Advocate he raised a brow Wha ? three what pizzas ?  getting himself a whisky he wondered what she was going on about, Eh must taste like paper.

Alright! was going through Roy's mind. Perhaps Frik ya! was a good choice to. A night with friends and...other people was just what he needed Roy decided.

Then came Steelers messenger. "Roy!"

"Yes?" He responded in woe.

"Steeler says to get yourself ready. Your going on another mission soon." With that he left.

Roy groaned and hobbled away after saying his good byes to his friends an thanking them for inviting him. But...well as they just saw sometimes this job was merciless.

Advocate blinked as the messenger came into the room, then felt the urge to decapitate him as he gave the "good" news. A mission... or meat grinder, as the troops were starting to call them.
Wonderful. Magificent. Fan-fucking tastic... she actually found something enjoyable and now they were-
Wait. Mission. Meatgrinder. Meat. Blood, gore, food, destruction, annhilation!

"Oh hell yeah!" She exclaimed, standing up rapidly from the couch and drinking her glass in one gulp. "Something to destroy! Been waiting for that- far too long!"
Now what did he say? Get yourself ready?
Looking down on herself- revolver in her holster, pockets full of bullets, her sword... well, it could be retrieved in a minute`s notice. But something bothered her.

Staring at Sam, she asked the question into the room.
"Well, what about this guy? Is he gonna be our meatshield, or what?"

(OOC) Roy and BGS have just left for the mission. I have no idea if Jaime is still there, but I'm assuming he is.

Not long after their leave, a group of fifteen soldiers, all armed, approached the door. Since knocking wasn't necessary or needed, the leader kicked it in. "On the ground!" he yelled, the men filling in through the doorway and aiming their guns for virtually every place on Samuel's body. Steeler had noticed his presence quite some time again, but held his fury until the other two left (the reason he'd picked those two to begin with). He didn't want to risk the temperamental Advocate slaughtering his men and wasting their government funding because of a tantrum.

The other fourteen soldiers still training their guns on the unauthorized intruder, the leader stomped towards Jaime. "The Director wants to see you in his office," he snarled, just as annoyed as his employer with this massive security breach. He pointed to the space where the door had once been, ordering him out of the room. He would turn his attention back to Samuel after that, preparing to restrain him if he followed orders, prepared to fire if he didn't.

Jaime handed over his weapons as soon as the men entered the room; with a grunt of surprise he allowed them to take him to Steeler’s office to have a little chat about something or other.He wasn’t sure of what was going on, though with a resigned sigh he kept his stride proud. “Sam, don’t mouth off at the boss and he’ll be fair. If Staff Sergeant Neal neglected to mention our waiting to get an interview for you then I will have to be very angry” he said gritting his teeth. He wasn’t used to being treat like a common criminal and he wasn’t about to let this tarnish his reputation, he would clear this up then get an assignment to break Sam in if it was allowed. Still, enough of the men liked him around here to make it easier to get payback; if the staff sergeant had neglected to mention anything. “I swear that bastard is out to get me” Jaime muttered.

Sam just casually munched on a bit of pizza and drank his beer as the men burst in the room Don't suppose the booze and food count as dangerous ? shrugging he sat down on the ground, he noted what Jamie said about not mouthing off at the boss of the place he had noted it but time would tell if he would actually use the advice. Of course all his possessions were confiscated expect his arm due to the difficulty it would take to actually remove it.

--> Directors office

(OOC) Can skip the introductions and stuff to get right to the mission. Faster like that.