Vendetta CoH
Project Lieutenant
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(6/14/04 7:03 pm)
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Hard at Work
A light springs to life filling a dark room with amber, which sparkles on the many things filling the room. The lights flicker to full, casting a stark white, baleful yet sterile look that florescent lights have a way of doing. The room is a monstrously large laboratory, filled with many high tech contraptions that only the most brilliant of minds can begin to fathom. Most of the machines begin to whir to life as they begin their start up procedures. Walking away from the power panel that breathed electrical life into the machines and lighting fixtures is the menacing form of Vendetta.
Sharp spurts of concentrated air puff into the room from the neck of the powered battle armor and the helmet splits down the middle, separates, swings back and shifts behind and out of the way of the face of the man inside the armor, none other than Gavin McCain, billionaire industrialist and known financial supporter of the meta team, Project: Rebirth. Few know the identity of Vendetta, few save for the “officers” of the Project whom he had contacted and initiated the creation of the Project.
Gavin’s handsome face (Though, not overly so) looks haggard and weary, appearing much older than his mere 22 years. He is exhausted. He flops down in front of a computer terminal and brings up a series of windows, all of which are some form of communication or spying device recording. He quickly scans the computer marked “hot points” for any of his preprogrammed “red flag” intel but finds none. He sighs a mixed sigh of relief and worry that something had to have been missed.
"I’ll get back to you in a minute." Gavin says to the computer as he flicks on the simple coffee maker that looks so out of place mix-mashed into the hodge-podge of high tech wizardry. He saunters over to the “lap top” computer, which is busy computing various calculations. This lap top computer, he believes, is the most powerful mobile computer in the world and, as expected, the 50 terabite hard drive is not yet finished with the low level reformat and automated reinstallation.
Gavin had snuck into the Project HQ over the weekend to do a bit of investigation on why the Code armor had malfunctioned. He had heard that the Fenris armor had been there and was being inspected. He didn’t want to attract attention, and felt somewhat strange sneaking around the mansion for the Supergroup that he was not only a member of, but an officer of as well. But, much like everything else, Vendetta likes to work alone and undisturbed as often as possible. He had plugged his beast of a lap top into the code armor and started to gather a wealth of data when something happened. He was not fast enough to stop it when the Code armor uploaded a Centipede, a sort of mega-trojan, that smashed through all of his computer’s defenses. In less than a second, the whole thing shut down. The one problem with a computer that powerful; it’s speed put the Centipede in full control before the first “beep” of there being something wrong finished sounding.
But now, with the Code armor crisis being virtually eliminated by the Project, further study could be put on the back burner for more immediately critical situations.
He’d been hitting the street pretty hard recently. He’d spent the better part of the week taking down the Circle of Thorn freaks in Founder’s Falls along with a few inordinately powerful friends of his. Gavin hated the CoT because their main power generated from Magic, a source that his technological might could not yet fully comprehend. Genetic mutation and scientific mishaps he could get… all the answers there could be calculated with enough data… but magic? It just shouldn’t work.
Gavin flipped open his cell phone and called his accountant.
“Marshal. Gavin.” Gavin spoke without listening into the receiver. “I need you to run some numbers and make some calls. I spoke with Lolly today and learned that the Project needs more money… sorry, not sure for what. Didn’t have time to get the details. Anyway, I need you to make some calls to the other Project supporters and see what you can raise. Don’t make it seem easy, but write a check for the rest… yeah… good. Oh, and please tell me what the money is being used for, would you? Thanks.”
Gavin closed the phone and slid it across the table top toward his computer terminal that was still sifting through the data he’d collected that day. He looked down at the coffee pot… half brewed… damn! Wearily he rubbed his eyes as he walked over to the computer and sat down. He leaned back in the high backed executive leather chair, his eyes fell closed and by the time the timer “Dinged” on the coffee pot, he was fast asleep.
Edited by: Vendetta CoH at: 6/14/04 7:07 pm
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