Living Easy/ Living Free/ Season ticket on a one-way ride

[ctu_savior]

WHO: Jack Bauer and the people signed up here, minus Frank and Shiva
WHERE: A nondescript basement in a nondescript building.
WHEN: The following takes place between 7pm and 8pm. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: I’m reasonably certain that there isn’t going to be any violence yet, but with this group it’s hard to tell for sure.
SUMMARY:

Comments

Questions and planning

[ctu_savior]

[After his briefing Jack remains standing behind the table for people who need more information]

[pacifisted]

Trowa picked through the folder, skimming sections of random pages for the time being, though he intended to sit and read the entire thing at the first opportunity.

He'd tentatively decided early on that Bauer seemed competent enough, given what looked like the careful organization of the plan; every person fulfilled a specific role without overlapping too heavily into each other's territories--a tactician, a melee fighter, a blackmail artist, and a wild card, among several others--and both the room's setup and the information given during the meeting implied that Jack wasn't just some lunatic who knew how to fly helicopters and speak with implied urgency.

Still, he hadn't quite made up his mind yet...

"'Whatever we do'?" he parroted, quietly, turning another page. "Pretty open-ended."

Expecting to pull off an operation of this nature without at least one casualty was foolish. A sense of realism was necessary, when it came to plans like these

[ctu_savior]

"There's a lot of ways this could go down," Jack said. "Eliminating the right people could cause the meeting to collapse. So could convincing them that they can't trust each other. Sending the right evidence to the right people could get someone else to take care of everything for us. Whatever gets the job done, we'll do. The important thing is that it doesn't get traced back to the City."

Jack didn't mention the other reason the mission plan was so open-ended, namely that he was sure trying to micromanage this group would end with them killing each other. Better to let everyone operate in the ways they were best at while doing his best to make sure they remained within the mission profile.

[pacifisted]

He folded his arms, thinking.

So there was room to maneuver. That was best. While he could function just as well in a tight spot, he preferred to work with plenty of elbow room to shift himself around as he pleased--and how he pleased was from the inside, if he could get it.

"Sully?"

If someone could be bought once, they could be bought a second time. Not by the same guys, sure, but somewhere down the line? The option would come up.

Open interactions

[ctu_savior]

[After the briefing people are free to talk amongst themselves and mingle. Get to know your potential teammates!]

open to anyone

[spadassin]

[Scatty was currently leaning against one wall, looking at the file Bauer had handed out. She'd already read it twice during the briefing, but she wanted to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She was dressed casually and inconspicuously. There was no doubt that she was the youngest-looking one present, and hoped that she wouldn't have to explain her looks to anyone.]

[trueltning_fury]

[well, it's been a while, but...]

Scathach?

[spadassin]

[Glances up. Gives something of a smile, teeth hidden.]

Geodde. How have you been?

[terminatefate]

"Mexico's up my alley," Sarah said quietly, shrugging herself into a chair after she'd rifled through, and memorized layouts, charts--anything that would be helpful. She'd run guns before, done some deep and dirty shit down in Mexico if only to learn. She let out a soft snort.

"I was going to say something about old contacts, then I realized where I was." Her smile was a touch nostalgic before it dissolved completely into a scowl. "These are the putos that fuck up the world even without imPorts around to point fingers and guns at. No costumes fucking needed to put them six feet under. Cojeme, if I let them screw with imPorts. Like we don't have enough problems."

She shook her head.

"I'm good for just about anything you can think of from weapons and explosives to mixing in with the locals," Sarah added. "You pick it, I'm there. If my dreams go precognitive, I'll let you know, otherwise, I've got the EMP gift that goddamn Porter gave me. I can use that yo punch an area dark if we need to go that far."

[ctu_savior]

"Yeah, I feel you there." Jack half-smiled, half-winced at the memory of his arrival in the City, which had consisted of a dozen progressively more surreal phone calls to the CIA, the FBI, the Department of Defence, the White House

[terminatefate]

"Sounds like a plan," Sarah said gruffly. "Feelers are easy to put out, and I'm fluent in the language, which will help. Any chance I can get to help out the locals, I'm not it."

She was fine with backup, it meant she could see more--and help get them out if they needed time. Blowing shit up was her style, anyway, when things got shitty.