Eyes bulging, the man beneath you finally died, and you fell back with an exhalation. You wondered if having already killed would make a difference in training, where they tried to instill a killing instinct in men sometimes so far removed from it it was a wonder they even tried to join up. You rolled off of the man and began heaving, doing your best to keep the contents of your stomach where they belonged. You'd just killed a man. Another person, just like you. But he'd killed your mother. Did that mean he was still a person, or scum on the bottom of your shoe, meant to be wiped off and forgotten about?

The killing instinct would make a difference, you'd learn. You learned faster and better than most other recruits, and the men that trained you recognized something in your eyes. But for now, or is it for now, this has to be a dream, your mother shouldn't be staring at you with sad eyes and speaking as though you're the one that's dead, she's dead and ashes in the Atlantic Ocean-

“Declan, as sure as my name's Darcy, but you've gone and done it right proper, now, young man. Wait till I tell your Father.” But Captain Cryan was dead too, and your mother is coming closer, closer, closer and you're backing away, trying to scramble away from her even as the flesh begins rotting and squirming as the maggots underneath reach out towards you, their next meal.

Then you're lying in bed with your last serious girlfriend, four years ago. She's nuzzling up against your neck, with both of her hands on your face.

(2/3)

Then you're lying in bed with your last serious girlfriend, four years ago. She's nuzzling up against your neck, with both of her hands on your face.

“Dec,” she's asking you, “do you love me?” You tell her of course you do, you always have and always will, and now she's crying.

“If you loved me, Declan, WHY DID YOU KILL ME?”


Then you wake up with a jolt, in the room assigned to you on Level 9A in the Geofront, pistol in your hands and aimed at the face in the mirror above your dresser. You take a breath and stare at the face that stares back at you. Black hair over gray eyes, shadows under those eyes, and a slightly crooked nose from where you broke it years ago.

“Fuck.” This is too goddamn familiar. You can't ask for sleeping pills, though, because they'll take you off the active Agent roster. So you self-medicate with booze. The booze helps, but now you can't drink as much as you did because of liver damage, and you only twenty-eight years old. Good on you for reinforcing the stereotype of the typical Irishman, though. You put the pistol back underneath your pillow and stumble to the shower, which helps clear your head some. Looking at your face in the mirror, you decide to skip shaving today. Maybe the stubble will make you look more attractive to women? Maybe a goatee?

Thoughts of facial hair keeping the darker thoughts at bay, you throw something resembling a suit on, making sure to include your new body armor, then you descend to the cafeteria, retrieve breakfast, and ascend to the Section Two offices, where your cubicle, and work, awaits.

[]Review the itinerary for Nevada.
[]Check up on the investigation into the sleeper agents situation.
[]Write-in.

>>33275647
>[x]Review the itinerary for Nevada.
>[x]Check up on the investigation into the sleeper agents situation.

>>33275647
>[]Review the itinerary for Nevada.
>[]Check up on the investigation into the sleeper agents situation.
>[]Check in on the Children. And tell Misato you want belgian waffles.

>>33275647
>[]Review the itinerary for Nevada.

>>33275647
>[]Review the itinerary for Nevada.

>>33275647
[x]Review the itinerary for Nevada.

>>33275730
This sounds good.

>>33275997
Or we could not antagonize our superior.

>Review the itinerary for Nevada.

First things first, you decide. The itinerary for your trip to Nevada. You pull up the relevant file in your email, forwarded to you by Human Resources. You're scheduled to leave tomorrow after lunch on a NERV cargo plane. You'll arrive in the United States sometime around nine at night. You'll sleep in an airport hotel that night, then hit the road for NERV-Nevada as soon as you wake up. Depending on when that is, you'll arrive about four hours later, where you'll meet the Commander of the base, the Subcommander, and the Fourth Child.

After the meet and greet, the Fourth will give you a tour of the base, and then you'll kick your heels for about a week while they finish the last minute preparations for the Fourth and Eva's transfer, seeing as how Commander Ikari has kicked the time line for this up by about a month and a half. It's not even September yet, Christ.

NERV's chartered a Gulfstream for the return flight, for the Child's comfort, and increased speed. You switch from the itinerary to the legal basis for Japan having more than three Eva units in-country. According to the law signed by the UN's Permanent Security Council, a single nation may have no more than three domestic Evangelion Units. If 02 is German, and 04 is American, then it's legal for 03 to still be Japanese.

You wonder what slimy bastard came up with that loophole and why he wasn't shot after wards so nobody else could use it. Well, the Americans are using it now, to 'secure the vital interests and territorial integrity of an allied nation'. Jesus, but they'd charmed the shit out of the Security Council. It helped they'd thrown tons of money at rebuilding efforts in third-world countries like Brazil.

[]Review the file on the Fourth.
[]Move on to the investigation.
[]Check in with Torstigg and Nakimura, the men you've got on Shinji and Rei, respectively.
[]Write-in.

>>33275647
>[x]Review the itinerary for Nevada.

>>33276099
>[x]Review the file on the Fourth.

>>33276099
>[x]Review the file on the Fourth.
>[x]Check in with Torstigg and Nakimura, the men you've got on Shinji and Rei, respectively.

Unless the file otherwise limits the phone or such I don't see why one can't do both.

>>33276099
[]Review the file on the Fourth.

>>33276099
>[]Review the file on the Fourth.
>[]Check in with Torstigg and Nakimura, the men you've got on Shinji and Rei, respectively.

>>33276099
[]Review the file on the Fourth.

>>33276148
this

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You pull up the file on the Fourth Child, also conveniently attached to the email from HR, and pull out your phone, dialing Nakimura first.

“Nakimura here.”

“Cryan. How's the First?” Fourth Child- Mari Illustrious Makinami, aged fourteen and a half, great-granddaughter of Sir Daniel Langley, Victoria Cross winner on the beaches of Normandy, and grandfather of.... Sir John Langley, the United Kingdom's Ambassador to Japan. So Miss Makinami was related to Sir John, then? Probably his niece, at that.

“She's fine. All moles exterminated from the front yard, and back.”

“Affirmative. Keep an eye on her.”

“Roger, sir.” You hang up on Nakimura and dial Torstigg, who answers promptly.

“Torvald Torstigg. Mole removal's our specialty, home defense our game.” From her psyche profile, the Fourth is reported to enjoy her simulations for the Eva, even when caused pain. Masochistic tendencies? No psychological issues at first glance by any trained psychologists, you'd have to talk to her to check yourself, etc, etc. She should, by all accounts, be fairly easy to deal with. Unlike the Second. You shudder, glad she's being handled by someone else.

“How's the Third?”

“Enjoyed the Scotch you left for him, actually. After his first three or so drinks.”

“I figured. Katsuragi finished it, didn't she.”

“Yep,” he answers cheerfully. “No problems there. She says if you come back and the Fourth reports you making inappropriate advances, she'll let Shinji castrate you. In Unit-01.”

(1/2)

Fuck yeah, made it in time for NGEQ.

“I doubt he's got the bollocks for it, but even so, it's a valid enough threat.” Spinning in your chair, you glance at the Fourth's more... prominent assets.

“Yeah, I don't think the Fourth will be a problem. Brunettes aren't my type, anyway.”

“Cryan, you dog, anything that's human and female is your type.”

“Not children,” you protest. “And definitely not fat women. Christ, I can't stand 'em. Like... Like walruses on land. It's horrible.”

“Seriously though, I doubt we need to warn you off the Fourth. You were an officer and a gentleman. You're still a gentleman, aren'tcha?”

[]Yep. Gentleman all the way here. A devilish, heartrendingly handsome gentleman, though.
[]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.
[]Write-in.

>>33276746
>[x]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.

>>33276746
>>33276770
Not batting for Mari, by the way, but we don't seem to be very chivalrous.

>>33276746
>[]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.
I don't see it.

>>33276746
>[]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.

>>33276746
I deal in death, Torstigg. Love isn't my department.

>>33276746

>[]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.

"Me? A Gentleman? Okay something's wrong here."

>>33276878
This.

>>33276746
>[x]Yep. Gentleman all the way here. A devilish, heartrendingly handsome gentleman, though.
Drip sarcasm

>>33276746
>[x]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.

While he doesn't seem interested he was checking out her rack most likely. That being said not really going to aim for her.

“Ah, hahaha. No. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.”

“Christ, can't you even try to maintain the image of the King's Army?”

“I'm not in it, I don't see why I should have to.”

“Principle of the matter, Cryan, principle of the matter.”

“I've never been good with principles, Torstigg. I deal with death. You want love, let me just refer you to the Romance Dep- oh wait, we don't fucking have one, we're killers, you cunt.”

“Jesus, but you're in a shit mood. Not enough booze for breakfast?”

“And shitty dreams,” you confirm. “But in all seriousness, me, a gentleman? Something's wrong with that picture.”

“Well, it's a good thing you never have to talk to the Japanese Self Defense Forces or anyone from the UN. They'd shut us down in a heartbeat if they ever met you.”

“That's why we leave the talking to Katsuragi and Fuyutsuki and the Commander,” you tell him smugly. “I'm a fighter, not a talker.” Then you hang up on him, to prove your point. Norwegian douche bag with his silly fucking fjords and shit.

Itinerary, Fourth's file, talking to your men, all done. Scrolling through your email, you don't see anything of urgency. Reporters requesting an interview regarding an operation five years ago in Paris, a historian wanting your opinion of Monrovia, the new Captain requesting an interview...

[]Answer the emails. Suddenly work seems ENTHRALLING.
[]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.
[]Meet with him.
[]Write-in.

>>33276746
[x]Ha, no. I wasn't even a gentleman when I was an officer.

>>33277101
>[x]Meet with him.

>>33277101
>[x]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.

Get rei that ice cream. More range lessons with shinji.

>>33277101
>[x]Meet with him.

Let's get it over with.

>>33277101
[x]Answer the emails. Suddenly work seems ENTHRALLING.
[x]Meet with him.
We have a smartphone, I imagine, we can answer e-mail while we're on our way to meet the new cap'n

>>33277101
>[]Meet with him.

>>33277101
>[x]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.

>>33277101
>[]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.

Ey, time to get Rei that ice cream, right? Shinji can come too I guess.

>>33277101
>[X]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.

>>33277101
>[x]Meet with him.

>>33277101
>>33277249
>[]Find something to do outside. Where the Captain can't find you.


ICE FOR THE ICE QUEEN!
ICE FOR THE ICE QUEEN!
ICE FOR THE ICE QUEEN!
ICE FOR THE ICE QUEEN!

>>33277331
u wot
New cap for Section 2, not Misato.

>>33277331
>>33277249
>>33277275
>>33277219
We should really get comfortable with new command. Hey, it might benefit us later to be on good terms.

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Almost shivering on the inside at the thought of meeting with an Internal Affairs man, even if he'd been promoted to Captain of Section Two, you switch to your email on your phone and respectfully decline their requests to talk to you. Paris was still classified- it wasn't everyday you sunk a submarine in the Seine, and Monrovia wasn't talked about out of respect to the dead. Their memories didn't deserve tarnishing by reporters.

When you knock on the new Captain's door, he answers with an eccentric 'Seat yourself in the premises of my office!' You can tell this is going to bad. You enter and seat yourself across his desk from him, and you can't see his face, hidden as it is by his laptop screen. When he looks up, however, you're instantly on the alert. His kindly face is simply a cover to mask his evil Internal Affairs machinations and plots.

“Special Agent! Welcome, welcome. Can I get you anything? Wine, coffee, tea?”

“Tea, sir. I'm feeling properly British this morning.”

“Quite good, quite good. Now, I'm making it a point to meet with all of my Agents, get to know them, so on. I've read your file, or what wasn't heavily redacted, at least!” Here he gives a kindly chuckle, as though he himself used to be an operator.

“Thank you, sir. May I ask what you'd like to know?”

“Quite good, quite good! Your file said you had heavy drinking issues. Will they be a concern in Nevada?”

“No, sir. Doctor's orders are for me to cut back.”

“Excellent, excellent. Do you have any concerns about the regime change here in Section Two?”

[]”Yes sir. I'm quite concerned about what heads you're going to take off in your reorganization and reshuffling of the office.”
[]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”
[]Write-in.

>>33277567
[x]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”

>>33277567
>[x]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”

I still don't trust this guy though. His mole investigation was rigged as fuck and also bad.

>>33277567
>[X]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”

>>33277567
>[x]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”
Of course we're concerned, he doesn't have to know that, though.

>>33277567
>[]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”
I trust Alan Rickman.

>>33277567
>[]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”

“No sir,” you allow. “I've a job to do and I'll see it done.”

“Excellent,” he booms as he fixes you a cup of tea. “One lump of sugar or two?”

“One lump, sir.”

“Excellent, excellent.” He hands you the cup of tea and you take a sip. Eugh. He put the milk in first.

“So, Special Agent Cryan. I know my investigation into the mole affair was... handled poorly. However, I do believe Captain Thierry, bless him, was compromised.” You cock an eyebrow.

“Really? I find that hard to believe, as he was single and had no daughter for the Russians to abduct, as you say.”

“Ah. It's a dangerous game you're entering, Cryan, and one not wholly suited to man of your... skills and talents.”

“I'm a blunt instrument, sir. Give me a problem and I'll keep hammering away.”

“No, Cryan, you're not. You're far too intelligent to simply be a blunt tool for murder. No, you might not be as sophisticated or educated as most players of this game, but your mind is sharp enough for it. Be very, very careful what and where you ask questions.” You carefully place the tea cup back onto its saucer and swallow back the first things that come to mind.

“Sir,” you say instead, “I'll ask the questions I think necessary, where I think necessary. It'd be better for all of us,” you continue, “if no one had to ask questions that might... Compromise,” you finally settle on, “anyone in Section Two.”

>>33277567
>[]”No sir. I've a job to do and I'll do it.”
I agree that we should not exactly trust this guy after the whole mole ordeal we just went through.

“Quite.” He's quite cold now, and looking you in the eye. “Have a good day, Special Agent.” You nod and carefully exit the Captain's office, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as the door's shut.

You don't like politics and you don't think you ever will.

“Special Agent,” the Captain's secretary says from next to you. “I've just received an email from the NERV-Nevada branch asking you to come out at your earliest possible convenience. Someone's left hints regarding a bomb threat, and considering your former experience, they want you out there as soon as possible.”

[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”
[]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”
[]Write-in.

>>33278200
>[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

>>33278200
'at your earliest possible convenience' generally means 'right fucking now', so.
[x]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

>>33278200
>”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”
As much as I try not to metagame.

>>33278200
>[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”
As much as I want to get Rei that ice cream, shit is probably getting ready to go down in Nevada.

>>33278200
[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

>>33278200
>[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

>>33278200
>[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

>>33278200
>”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now
But give a quick call to Misato and tell her to give our goodbyes to the Children before takeoff.

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>>33278200
>[]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”

>everyone wants to skip out on ice-cream time
>we're going to die and not get ice cream
>rei and shinji will die because of our negligence and broken promises

You all could have stopped it!

>>33278200
>>33278285
Can I add a slight write in of
"Do we have anything slightly faster than a cargo plane?"

>>33278200
>[x]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”

let's get Rei that ice cream. Though /tg/ losing sight of its goal for someting 'cool' is always a constant thing.

>>33278200
Pretty sure he's just ordering us out of the country to throw off our investigations.

>>33278348
We're going to die if we don't take care of shit there.

Or maybe if we're late enough, it'll all be over before we get there.

That would work, too.

>>33278200
>[x]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”

Ice Cream with the kids.

>>33278454
Couldn't he just order us to leave immediately then?
Why send a bomb threat just for that?

>>33278507
To see how easy we are to fool.

>>33278200
>[x]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”
Ice Cream, promises and informing our guys of recent changes takes priority. After all, it's only gonna take an hour or two. Which we might have lost anyways because of traffic and shit.

Rolled 7

>>33278200
>[]”Bugger, I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now.”

We should give the children a call.

Just to say bye for now and that we'll be back.

Rolled 56

>>33278551

Oh shit, forgot about the ice cream.

>>33278200
>[]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”

>>33278200
>[x]”I'll be out there as soon as I can, but I've business to wrap up here, first.”

We can just get her ice cream when we get back, guys.

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>>33278617
>implying we're coming back in one piece
>leaving a place with things left undone
>in evangelion

We could also get ice cream more than once.

>>33278617
Not if we DIE! We're not an EVA pilot. We don't get plot armour and awesome NERV stuff. We are an Irish security guard with PTSD, a drinking problem and a past more checkered than Jimmy Savile.

All we get are the average Brass Balls of an Imperial Guardsman. And we are proud of it.

>>33278334
I'd assume Shinji already knew we'd be leaving. Not exactly the kinda thing we'd want to drop on him out of the blue.

>>33278693
Yeah, but we're not going to have a better note to leave off on if things don't go our way, you know.

Rolled 7

>>33278810

Maybe.

But the wording of post makes it seem that the whiskey was last night.

And we were due to fly off in a months time.

>>33278838
In that case, we should definitely phone Misato/Shinji.

“Bugger,” you tell her. “I'll see if I can't hop a cargo plane now. SMITH,” you bellow. “You're riding with me to Nevada. I might need an extra gun. Go pack a bag, bitch.” He sighs and does as you order. You find an elevator and begin the descent to your room, while you shoot a text to Torstigg and Nakimura.

'Going out of country. Text if you need me.' For the lovely Captain Katsuragi, you call her directly, even as your mind begins working overtime.

“Captain,” you say after you get her voicemail. “I'm going out of town. Please give my regards to the Children and tell them I'll be back soon enough. Later,” you hang up. Captain Karling talks to you, you get involved in word fencing with him, you indirectly threaten each other... You're called to Nevada ahead of schedule. Yeah, that's not good. Karling probably thinks he's being smart, but he's an Internal Affairs puke. He's used to people listening to what he says on that alone.

You call Shinji, first. “I'm going out of the country,” you tell him. “I'll meet you for ice cream at the parlor six blocks from the school at, uh,” you check the time, “one-thirty. Bring Rei.” He puts up a fight, not wanting to skip class, but you manage to convince him. He agrees to bring Rei.

When you arrive at your room, you set about packing. Since Nevada's the desert, you pack boots and cargo pants. Dialing Smith, you check your holdout pistol, a Walter PPK.

“Get us a C-141, Smith. Speed's of the essence. Once we get in the air. Take your time, I'll meet you at the airfield in a few hours.”

“Affirmative,” he says cheerfully, since you won't be driving him anywhere. Goddamn you wish you were back with the SAS or that German mercenary outfit parachuting into places you weren't supposed to be. This secret agent stuff is horse shit.

(1/2)

In a dark part of your mind, you suspect this is an attempt on your life. You don't know why, you don't know how, but you suspect Karling suspects you suspect him of setting Thierry up. A sick way to play office politics, but Karling is a sick bastard. You have to be, to be Internal Affairs. Yeah, an out of the blue bomb threat? It'd be just like an Internal Affairs puke to try to demonstrate how big and bad he is to the rest of Section Two by forcing a Special Agent out of the country a day and a half early on a whim.

Shrugging it off for now, you take your now packed bag and head for the motor pool, where your beloved Indian Chief Classic sits, awaiting you like a loyal steed awaits a knight. Well, not exactly a knight. More like a blackguard of the worst sort. Which some knights were, you muse. You strap the bag to the back, then saddle up and head for the ice cream parlor you promised to meet the Kids.

Traffic is a bitch, and you wind up ten minutes late. Both the Children are sitting at a booth, across from each other. You order a cone, with two scoops, and slide in next to Shinji.

“Sup,” you greet.

“H-hello. I'm glad you're okay! I didn't know liver damage could take so long to reverse.”

“Me either,” you tell him. That is odd, you ponder.

“Agent Cryan,” Ayanami greets you with her typical detachedness.

“Miss Ayanami. Enjoying your ice cream?” It looks like she's picked something reddish. Strawberry? Red velvet?

“Yes.”

[]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”
[]”I've gotta go, mate, and I suspect I might not be coming back. Wanted to offer you some last advice, if that is the case. If I do make it back, you can pretend I gave it to you over drinks or golf.”
[]Write-in.”

>>33279051
But Rei hates red. What does it meaaaan

[]”I've gotta go, mate, and I suspect I might not be coming back. Wanted to offer you some last advice, if that is the case. If I do make it back, you can pretend I gave it to you over drinks or golf.”

>>33279051
>[]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”

No need to depress the kid.

Rolled 58

>>33279051
>[]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”

"You're the man of the house, watch over Rei and Misato, alright?"

Rolled 61

>>33279112
This. Give him a purpose.

>>33279051
[]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”

>>33279112
This.

>>33279112
This is good.

>>33279051
>[x]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”

"Hopefully coming back with the Fourth and Unit 04. You guys should be being moved in to new quarters soon."

>>33279112
>>33279138
This is a bad idea, he's inexperienced and can barely lead without our advice.

>[]”You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here I'm catching a plane to Nevada.”
Tell them the usual shit. Be good, don't get into trouble with NERV or the police, if you are fighting a guy make sure to kick him in the nuts an run, etc

>>33279271
Probably better than the other one. Shinji going singlemindedly after Rei ended with near-third-impact in Rebuild

Well, he's got some time before then, I suppose.

>>33279112
>>33279199
>>33279138
>>33279179

It's an awful idea, and all four of you are morons.

On the off chance that Shinji doesn't break down under the pressure if something happens, it could result in him endangering himself for Misato's sake in the case of an attack.

He already has a god damn purpose, and it's killing fucking angels.

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Woops, forgot my trip last two posts. Anyway, straight to you from /k/

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Rolled 54

>>33279564

More relevant.

“You know I'm headed out of the country, but the timeline's been moved up. As soon as we finish here, I'm catching a plane to Nevada. If you get into a fight with a guy, kick him in the nuts and run.”

“A-all right,” he agrees, hiding his face behind his ice cream.

“With luck, I'll be returning with the Fourth Child and Unit-04. Meaning you'll be moved into new quarters, soon. You're man of the house. If you've gotta lead, don't be afraid to ask someone for advice. I did, when I was learning. You'll never learn otherwise. Keep your grades up, be a gentleman. That kind of thing.” You lick your ice cream cone, chocolate, and ponder what to say to Rei.

Finally, you give up, and settle for, “What are you eating, and keep an eye out for Shinji. If you don't have each other's backs, then who do you have?”

“Orange sherbert. Yes.” Ruffling both their hair, you finish your cone.

“Right. Be good, don't do anything I wouldn't do, look out for each other, etc, etc.” Standing, you turn and as you walk out, deposit your trash in a bin.

Mounting the Indian, you head for the airfield. Traffic's still a bitch, so you get there about three, and find Smith waiting for you angrily. “Jesus, what took you so long?”

(1/2)

“I had to find a woman. I can't fly without a woman,” you lie easily, and deposit the Indian with the airfield commander. Carrying your bag onto the C-141 picked out for you two, you select a seat and settle in to try and catch a nap.

The Starlifter begins taxiing off its pad and onto the runway, beginning the take off run. The steady thrum of the engines is comforting. You selected a C-141 because it had the fastest cruise time of all the military cargo lifters, if not the best fuel capacity. You'll probably have to stop over in Hawaii to refuel, but that will be a minor issue.

What catches your attention is the explosion behind you. Swearing, you rise from the seat and head for the rear ramp, which you drop. The load master looks at you in surprise, then grimaces as he raises it again.

“That C-130 was supposed to be yours for your flight. Lucky, I guess. Must've been old ordnance inside it. Shoddy work by the load master, though.”

“Right,” you agree quietly. “Shoddy work and old ordnance.” That could have been you. You've had some close calls before, some closer than that. But Karling's on your side, for fuck's sake. If it was Karling. You're harboring doubts about the mole situation, now. Crossing yourself, you turn from the load master and take your seat once more.

“Huh,” Smith comments four seats down and across the aisle. “Wasn't expecting that.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

[]Do the same.
[]Speak with the pilot.
[]Speak with the loadmaster.

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>>33279722

>other
Get some work done.

At least what work we can get done on a pad.

>>33279722
[x]Do the same.

>>33279722
>[]Speak with the loadmaster.
and if possible
>[]Speak with the pilot.
if we uncover anything fishy call the commander asap. Hopefully we have cell signal or a sat phone.

>>33279722
>[]Speak with the loadmaster.

>>33279722
>[x]Speak with the pilot.
It was a good this pilot was conveniently available in a pinch...

>>33279722
[x]Speak with the pilot.
[x]Speak with the loadmaster.

Lets get friendly with the crew. Worst off, we just gain some information. Best result, we'll have air transport we can trust when we're in a pinch.

>>33279722
>[]Speak with the loadmaster.

>>33279722
>[]Speak with the pilot.
>[]Speak with the loadmaster.

>>33279722
Speak with them both, and call our guys to tell them our flight just went up in an explosion, and I've been pushed out of the country ahead of schedule. Not saying anything's up, but something's up, and they better stay sharp and suspicious.

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>>33279968

Don't call back.

Too easily intercepted. And we've already told the folks who need to know we'll be out of the country.

If there are those who wish to see us dead, don't tip them off that we suspect something.

>>33279722
[x] Molest fluffy airplane

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>>33280059
u wot m8

>>33280013
Hm, good point.

Maybe it's best we actually pretend we're dead, and that they managed to get rid of us.

>>33279806
has a point

>>33280168
Being an agent means having connections. It's people we could trust who saved shinji's life. It'll be people who we trust who will save our life. We just need to find those people.

Granted, a x hour flight might not be enough, but it couldn't' hurt.

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>>33280108

We cant really.

We're due to show up at Nevada to pick up the 4th, theres no way to keep it hidden that we're alive.

All we can do is feign ignorance.

>>33280319
Well, you could ask the Commander of Nevada not tell Commander Ikari you arrived safely.

Moving down to the load master's seat as the plane hits altitude and begins to level off to cruise, you get his attention. “Which load master's plane was that,” you inquire.

“Some American's, everyone knows they suck at taking care of ordnance. Especially naval,” he shakes his head. He's probably referring to the USS Forrestal fire back in the 60's, during Vietnam, an abject lesson to armed forces around the world on proper explosives maintenance and storage.

“Right? How come no one went behind him and checked?”

“I dunno, someone's always supposed to, so that never happens, but maybe the guy on duty skipped his shift or slept in late? We're only human, after all.”

“Makes sense. Once I had a grenade go off about two feet from where my hand would have been, if I hadn't ducked back behind the wall. Sometimes people just get lazy,” you confirm to him.

“Sucks it's gotta be you guys on the line getting the short stick, though.”

“Yep. I'm used to it, though.”

“It sucks, though. You guys are out there getting into gunfights and shit.” You chew the shit with him a little more, telling him about Rio de Janiero, and in exchange he tells you about dropping food and water into Brazil, after Second Impact.

When you finally finish exchanging stories, you shake his hand and head for the cockpit. The seat next to the pilot is empty, and you're sure that's breaking some sort of regulation, but you take it anyway.

>>33280355
“Howdy,” she greets with some sort of Southern drawl from the USA.

“Howdy,” you shoot back. “How's the weather look?”

“Pretty good, actually. We shoulda left an hour ago, but because we didn't we'll just be tootin' right along the outer edge of the storm, some kinda tropical depression.”

“Sounds good to me. If, uh, if I needed a friend that could fly cargo, would you be willing?”

“Sure as shit, you bet your biscuits, Agent. I don't get to fly enough as it is, and my baby misses me when I'm not in her.” You don't touch the lewd implications of that, and merely nod your agreement.

“I know how it is. A woman and her plane, a man and his motorbike- I know.”

“Yep! Well, you'll let me get back to flyin' this here cargo hauler.” You nod again, and retreat back to the cargo area.

[]Talk to Smith.
[]Sleep.
[]Write-in.

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>>33280336

Thats... not very productive since he needs someone trusted over there to oversee the 4th's transfer. If we stay out of contact, he'll send someone else and we immediately place our loyalty to gendou and NERV in doubt by staying out of touch.

>>33280370
[]Sleep.

>>33280370
[x]Sleep.

>>33280370
>[x]Sleep.

>>33280403
>[x]Talk to Smith.
A simple thanks. We give him a lot of shit. Throw him a little carrot once and a while. Then
>[x]Sleep
We gotta be fresh when we land. Or at least aware.

>>33280370
>[]Talk to Smith.
>[]Sleep.

>>33280370
> some kinda tropical depression
Fuck. Well, at least we're not transporting an Eva with us.

>[x]Sleep.
No nightmares this time, I hope.

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>>33280370
Does the tropical depression look like this?

>>33280319
We arrive well ahead of schedule, they might not even be expecting us. Or they might be expecting that we're dead. We can use both of those things to our advantage. NERV bases are big places, it's not too hard to squirrel away a person or two here and there.

As long as we tell the Nevada commander and Gendo we're there, but operating covertly, and as long as Gendo sends over another agent that isn't compromised (or Nevada assigns someone who isn't compromised) as our "replacement" (backup), we come out on top.

I'm just saying you know, NERV is a big base. We're not due there for a day and a half anyway. That's more than enough time to find a secure line back to base. Hell, even to Rei so she can pass on a word to Gendo. Gendo's not dumb, he doesn't need to know much to cover our asses.

>>33280370
Also get the pilot's name, and tell them maybe they shouldn't tell anyone we were on this plane.

>>33280370
[x]Sleep.

if this becomes paranoia quest, I'm dropping it.

>>33280370
>>[]Talk to Smith.
>>[]Sleep.
I think we should at least get the Nevada commander to relay info to Commander Ikari. If the conspiracy (Russian or greater) has reached the US we have bigger problems than someone trying to kill us.

Keying the mic on your headset, you ask the pilot her name. “Lee,” she drawls. “Yep, that Lee. I'll ask you'll keep it quiet, please.”

“Yeah, no problem. When we pass over another island with an airfield, can you pretend to have an emergency so my friend and I can parachute out the back?”

“Shit, falsifying an emergency? Haven't done that in forever! Sounds like fun.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem, haven't made an air traffic controller shit himself since flight training and I inverted a C-130.”

On that pleasant note, you turn to Smith and tell him the plan. “Don't text anyone. We're dead, now. Got it?”

“Got it, sir,” he nods, and then you lean back and try to sleep.

The hum of the engines, the sound of Lee singing Johnny Cash, all serve to lull you to sleep. Mercifully, you don't dream. Or if you do, you don't remember them. Small mercies, but you'll take them.

You wake to a crick in your neck and the load master shaking you awake, with a parachute for you. “Altitude we're gonna let you out at is six angels.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. He shakes off your thanks and motions you to the ramp, now opening as Lee begins her descent and starts faking engine trouble. Strapping the parachute onto your chest, you shove Smith out before you jump. With no instrumentation but your watch and a finely honed set of instincts, you begin counting the seconds. At what you judge to be the right time, you release, and Smith does the same.

The chutes catch, and you descend onto Iwo Jima about two and a half hours after you left Japan. Lee was better than her word- she dropped you just outside the airfield, where there's sure to be a pay phone you can use.

[]Call Paddy.
[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.
[]Write-in.

Also, I'm taking names for the 'German outfit.'

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>>33281009

What.

>[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.

>German Outfit name
Zerberus Battalion

>>33281009
>[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.

Der Nacht Engels?

>>33281009
>[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.

>>33281009
Call Johann

>>33281009
>jump out of a plane because why not

That escalated quickly.

>>33281203
Go big or go home, Agent. Someone's out for your blood.

You don't want to legitimately crash a C-141 Starlifter, do you?

OH GOD NOT JOHAN
GO BACK TO MONSTER PLS

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>>33281237

Was more expecting to borrow flight suit uniforms and blend into the base when we get there.

>>33281237
Could of stashed ourselves in the cargo.

>>33281282
But that isn't nearly as fun. Why pass up the chance to get a little fresh air?

>>33281271
Sounds like a decent plan.

>>33281009
>[x]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.

>>33281009
>[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.
I don't think we can come up with a good name, voting that you come up with something

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>>33281009
>[]Call Johann, a friend from your days with the German outfit.

>taking names for the 'German outfit.'
It should have a French name just to fuck with people. Militaires Sans Frontières

>>33281460
>already had killer instinct as a rookie, trained in the SAS, and then by Big Boss
Agent Cryan is no one to be fucked with.

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>>33281261
Is it bad if that was the first thing I thought of too.

>>33281538
No.
We all thought it.

The airfield at Iwo Jima is small, meant to service military cargo planes and fighters. That's okay. You don't need something to land a 747. The payphone is dinky and old, but that's fine, too. You shove some change into it and dial a number dimly remembered from your mercenary days with the Zerberus Battalion.

“Ja? Wer ist das? Wenn es Sie, ist Katherine, ich schneide Ihre Kehle, Sie liegend Hure!”

“Johann, shut the fuck up,” you tell him.

“DECLAN,” he bellows. “How wonderful to hear from you! Where is my ten thousand dollars you promised me, you cunt?”

“I'll shove a knife in your fucking dick, Johann, but I need a favor, first.”

“Of course you need a favor, you are like Russian, always taking and taking and taking but never giving!”

“Who left who for dead in Cairo, wearing a crucifix, during the height of the religious troubles?”

“We did,” he allows.

“Right. And who's still alive?”

“You are,” he allows reluctantly.

“So you're going to fly your ass to Iwo Jima, and then you're going to fly me to California.”

“Do I want to ask what you are doing in California?”

“No. No you don't. It's going to consist of something violent and illegal, probably.”

“Ah, Declan, you always know how to have a good time! Let me come with you, ja?”

[]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”
[]”Nein. I don't want you connected with this business.”
[]Write-in.

>>33281756
>[]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

Let's get our merry band of sycophants together.

>>33281756
I'm leaning towards yes. We've had pretty good luck working with our own people thus far.

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>>33281756
>[]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

This will go badly.

Lets see how badly this goes.

>>33281756
>[]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

>>33281756
He left us for fucking dead.

Of course we should allow him to tag along!
[x]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

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>>33281756
>[x]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

Nobody's getting off this train ride now

>>33281861

>>33281756
>[]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”
Not like we'll feel too bad if he bites the bullet.

>>33281756
[X]”Ja. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

If things go bad, we can recruit him into our NERV unit! and his buddies for a private military

>>33281977
We've kind of already been building up our own internal group.

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>>33281968

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>>33281977
>>33282161

Still, bringing in this guys seems more like a security breech waiting to happen.

He fights for money and will ditch the cause if things go tits up. Chances for betrayal are much higher.

>>33282193
Is there really that big of a leap from where we are now, though?

>>33282193
The alternative (NERV's security) hasn't exactly worked out, has it?

We've already been betrayed by NERV multiple times. This guy's betrayal count is, strictly speaking lower.

>>33282193
I have no qualms with shooting him in the back/front/side should he try any hinky shit. As a matter of fact we should probably inform him of this. Or not. Whatever.

>>33282193
Given that we actively have moles inside NERV still trying to kill us after the two "successful" clean-ups, hiring random hobos to guard Shinji would actually improve the security.

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>>33282217
>>33282237

Thing is, then why bring in another rat? We're actively replacing the crews with those whom we know are loyal and can be trusted. Theres no need to bring in a security risk while we're still cleaning up.

>>33282266
isn't just a hobo though, this one is a merc who'll betray nerv and hand over the children if someone pays him enough.

>>33282297
But he's not another rat. He's a dude willing to fly out into the middle of nowhere, pick us up, and fly us around the globe. And he wants to join us in a hostile assault on an unnamed location. He's got our back harder than Asuka crushes on Kaiji.

“Ja, you cunt. An extra gun will be nice. And bring me a rifle and chest rig, too.”

“Ja, ja. I will be there in, uh,” sounds like he's checking his watch, “eight hours. Hunker down in the forest, you faggot, and I will be bringing you a rifle. I hope you like slavshit, Declan, it will be all I can get out of the country and on such short notice.”

“Yeah, slavshit's fine. I'd prefer something NATO, but I've used Kalashnikovs before.”

“Guten! Find an abandoned airfield in California for us to land at, we're going to be coming in underneath the American radar coverage.”

“Right, right,” and then your time is up and you slam the phone back into the cradle. “We're going into the forest, Smith. C'mon, then.” You lead him back into the forest, but deeper this time. Glad you're wearing cargo pants and boots and not the suit Smith is suffering in, you find a depression made by a fallen tree. Wiggling into it, you settle down to wait, and Smith does the same.

You fell asleep. The usual, and the new, dreams don't come. Instead a shapeless blur with the face of your mother stares at you, and you stare back.

“Declan. Declan what are you doing?” Then you look down your arm and see you're holding a pistol on the blur.

[]Shoot.
[]Don't shoot.
[]Shoot yourself.
[]Write-in.

>>33282427
>[]Don't shoot.

>>33282374
>He's a dude willing to fly out into the middle of nowhere, pick us up, and fly us around the globe.

Because he owes us for leaving us to die

>And he wants to join us in a hostile assault on an unnamed location.

I get the impression he more wants to shoot stuff and kill because its fun

>He's got our back harder than Asuka crushes on Kaiji.

He still left us to die. This point is on very thin ice.

>>33282427
>[]Don't shoot.
>[]Write-in.
Holster pistol

>>33282427
>[]Don't shoot.

>>33282427
>[]Don't shoot.
Wouldn't do to shoot Smith in the face. Not yet anyway. You know he's gonna be a mole.

>>33282427
>[x]Don't shoot.
It's smith

>>33282427
>Eject the clip and drop the pistol

>>33282484
This.

>>33282427
>[x]Don't shoot.

>>33282427
>[X]Don't shoot.
>>33282463
>Because he owes us for leaving us to die
That doesn't really sound like something someone who was going to betray us at the drop of a hat would do.

This seems like a really weird point to get stuck on given all the other retarded shit Declan does and gets away with.

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>>33282484
>clip
The /k/ within cries out in autismal fury.

>>33282427
Eject magazine.

"I'm trying to live, mom, jeez"

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>>33282632
I have a present for you.

>>33282632
The fat nerd cries in glee from his computer

>>33282484
>>33282670
You guys realize there's still probably one in the chamber, right?

>>33282427
>[x]Shoot yourself.

Time to wake up.

>>33282799
You always save one for yourself.

>>33282427
>[x]Shoot yourself.
TIme to wake up, boyo.

>>33282775
I'm aware of those man but our handgun doesn't use one.

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You don't shoot. Instead you holster the pistol and watch warily as the blur closes. Something's telling you you should be moving backwards but you can't. Your feet are stuck in position, and you wonder what the Hell's going on to fuck your dreams up so badly.

“Declan. Declan, I love you, Declan. Why do you keep running?”

“Because you keep fucking with my head,” you tell her. “Because you left me when I was fifteen-almost-sixteen and had no fucking clue what I was doing with myself, you cunt. Because one of your clients came around one evening looking for you after you died and he tried for me instead.”

“Oh my poor bo-”

“NO,” you bellow. “YOU CAN'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT ANYMORE, YOU'RE FOOKIN' DEAD!”

She tries to hug you, and almost instinctively you're drawing your pistol and clubbing her with it, before turning the pistol on yourself.

“I don't want to play anymore, mam, and you can get out of my fucking head.” You pull the trigger, but you're awake before the bullet impacts, and Smith is looking at you worriedly.

“You need to see someone, Cryan.”

[]”I know. It can wait till I retire.”
[]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”
[]”Who needs to see anyone? I've got booze to self medicate with.”
[]Write-in.

>>33282928
>[x]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”

>>33282928
>[X]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”

>>33282928
>[X]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”

>>33282928
>[]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”

>>33282928
>[x]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”
We all float down here!

>>33282928
>[x]”I know. It can wait till I retire.”
Step one is admitting we have a problem.

Step two is lighting everyone up.

>>33282928
At this rate, I think I'll be dead too soon for it to matter

>>33282928
>[]”We all do, Smith. We all do.”

>>33282928
>[]”I know. It can wait till I retire.”
Or die

>>33282917
I know. I just wanted to post a clip that was actually a clip.

>>33282928
>[]”I know. It can wait till I retire.”
Or he's retired. Either or.
>>33283002
Fair enough.

>>33282928
>[x]Write-in.

So? You have to be a special kind of crazy to join an organisation filled with crazy spooks that uses child solders to kill giant aliens.

>>33282981
change mine to>>33283120

>>33283120
Change mine to this too.

>>33283120
Eh, this one's clever.

>>33283120
This is true. Are there any sane people who works in NERV?
Bridge bunnies perhaps?

>>33283286
Nah, they're also fucked.s

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>>33283286
It's like wonderland anon.

WE. ARE. ALL. CRAZY/BROKEN/PLOTTING

>>33283286
Maya, if any.
Definitely not Shigeru. He's not healthy.

>>33283120
This'll do.
>>33283286
Nerv: God's In His Heaven & We're All A Bit Batshit

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“We all do, Smith. We all do. Some more than others.”

“I suspect you're the some, sir.”

“Probably. At this rate I fully expect to be dead before it matters.”

“You sound like my older brother. He was dead before thirty-five.”

“Fantastic,” you declare. “I'll try to hit thirty-six for you,” you tell him with a grim smile. “Besides,” you add. “You've gotta be a special kind of crazy to join an organization filled with crazy spooks that use child soldiers to kill giant aliens.”

“Heh,” he grins. “True.”

“Right, what time is it?”

“We've got about an hour left. You want to play a game?”

“No. I'm going back to sleep. You can sleep on the plane.”

“Yes sir,” he sighs, and you settle back for another nap. You don't dream during this one.

When you wake again, Johann is crouching over you, carrying a wrapped bundle that looks distinctly like three AK-74s and chest rigs.

“Greetings, sleeping beauty!”

“Johann, I will fucking CUT YOU.”

“No need to get ass hurt, my friend. Come, let us embark upon my magical plane~”

“Please God, don't start with the magical fucking plane bullshit.”

“Just because you are not in love with my C-130 does not mean I cannot be.”

“Fine, you love your fucking plane, let's just fuel up and get out of here.”

Eventually you manage to wrangle Smith and Johann Kerenz to Johann's C-130, where you slip into the co-pilot's seat and Smith finds a place to sit.

“Where to, friend Declan?”

[]California. Straight in, as it were.
[]New Mexico. Going around never hurt.
[]Mexico. Mexican radar is shit and the Americans still haven't shut down the border. The three of you can slip over easily.

>>33283447
>[]California. Straight in, as it were.

>>33283447
>[x]California. Straight in, as it were.

>>33283447
>[]California. Straight in, as it were.

>>33283447
>[]Mexico. Mexican radar is shit and the Americans still haven't shut down the border. The three of you can slip over easily.
Best to play it safe I think. Wonder if we should bother trying to contact either of the Commanders.

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>>33283552
[x]Mexico. Mexican radar is shit and the Americans still haven't shut down the border. The three of you can slip over easily.

We'll find a way to sneak in.

>>33283597
was meant for a vote, image for reply.

inb5 California is some shithole and we have to pull some escape from LA shit

>>33283447
>[x]Mexico. Mexican radar is shit and the Americans still haven't shut down the border. The three of you can slip over easily.

I'll take your word for it, tang.

Hold up. What the fuck is Lee going to tell Nerv when she lands? We fell out of her plane? Whose gonna believe that? We didn't exactly tell her to keep quite about us.

>>33283447
>[X]Mexico. Mexican radar is shit and the Americans still haven't shut down the border. The three of you can slip over easily.

>>33283754
She faked an emergency and we jumped out of the back of the plane.

When someone asks, she'll say she jettisoned her cargo to lighten the weight on her plane and it was unrecoverable. Broke up on impact. And since only you, Smith, Lee, and the load master know you were on her C-141, all she has to do is back file a cargo reporting reporting some kind of munitions and no one will question her.

>>33283662
They, somehow, shoot down Jo's - fuck him, he's Jo now - precious C-10 and, while he weeps over its loss, Smith asks Dec how they're going to deal with all the crazies in L.A. Well...the Post Impact crazies.
>Simple. We shoot them.
>All of them, sir?
>Yes, bitch, all of them.

>>33283754
The plane they were supposed to be on blew up on the runway. As far as anyone should know Smith & Dec went up with it. And this, yeah. >>33283825

>>33283825
I'm assuming she'll do that, then? We didn't specifically ask that, so I want to make sure our bases are covered.

>>33283854
>C-10
I don't know where the '3' that makes that a C-130 got to but fuck if it ain't ran off on me.

>>33283867
She's from the South and inverted a C-130 once. This ain't her first rodeo, she knows how to falsify cargo reports and stuff.

Besides, as far as she knows you had orders to do that stuff.

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>>33283882
We're flying in style, now.

>>33283552
>Wonder if we should bother trying to contact either of the Commanders.
If we're positive that only our men are monitoring Rei's line, we should contact her and tell her to let Gendo know we'll be arriving in Nevada another way. Gendo will understand.

Nevada captain... honestly, I'm not sure. We should probably let him know. Eventually. In a way that has the least amount of people aware of it.

>>33283754
We died shortly after leaving the runway in the C-130 with improperly secured ordinance.

>>33283894
>orders to do that stuff
Not die and bring back the Fourth and Unit04. Whatever it takes, right?

Grand Theft Evangelion.

>>33283867
No, she's going to get some smoke canisters and write out "DECLAN JUMPED OUT OF THE PLANE AT IWO JIMA! ALSO LILITH IS IN THE NERV HQ" in the sky over Nevada.

>>33283937
I'd be a little impressed, honestly. Points for style.

>>33283929

All nerv comms should be assumed to be tapped.

We call the bar we and misato go to.

And buy a whiskey for her, with a note to only let gendou or the vice know.

>>33283937
That would be impressive as fuck actually.

C-130 rollin' down the strip
Looks like it's gonna be a one way trip
Mission uncertain, destination unknown
We don't know if we're ever coming home

>>33283937
lol

“Mexico. We'll ditch your silly plane at an airfield near the border, then cross it in the night. Once we get to Arizona, we'll find a car and take it to Nevada. Simple. Not too clever. It's classic SAS.”

“It's also liable to get us shot as cartel weapon smugglers, you know. We ARE carrying three Kalashs and enough ammunition to fight a company, Declan.”

“Yes, Johann, I fucking know. Just shut up and fly, all right? We'll call you leaving me for dead quits after this, got it?”

“Got it loud and clear, boss man. Also, your field craft sucks. I found you fifteen minutes after setting down.”

“Fuck you, Johann, I've been in a city for the past two years. You can eat a fucking dick.”

“Only yours, Declan~”

“Goddamn it Johann.”

The C-130 lifts off, and then you turn to look at the cargo area. Inside is a glorious, glorious piece of equipment. It's a 1943 Willys Jeep.

“Johann, you glorious son of a bitch where did you find that Jeep?”

“Abandoned in a mineshaft in the Eastern Ukraine. The Soviets ditched her, trying to switch over from American Lend-lease equipment to all Soviet made equipment. Their loss, right?”

“Right. How much do you want for it?”

“For you? I will take a favor in exchange. Assuming she survives her coming ordeal.”

[]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”
[]”No thanks. I don't want to owe you anything.”
[]Write-in.

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>>33284067
>forgetting the picture

Truly I am worst.

>>33284067
[x]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”
We scratch his back, he scratches ours.
no homo

>>33283957
No need for the note. Just the whiskey. Hopefully she's not too daft to understand what's up. Misato is pretty good at coming up with plans.

>>33284067
You got something in mind?

>>33284067
>[]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”

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>>33283957
Just as sneaky as a spook. Time to stick it to the new captain.

We CAN into spy...

>>33284067
>[]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”

>>33284067
>[]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”

>>33284067
How much do we trust him IC? Can we be sure his idea of a favor won't include compromising NERV?

>>33284067
[]”A favor it is. I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”

I'm sad, because I know we can't sneak over the border in that thing. Even if we do, we'll have to ditch it outside of Nerv. Even if we conceal it safe, we'll probably have to emergency bail out of Nevada and leave it behind.

The slim chance we get to keep this beauty and driving it around japan like post WW2 McAurther is if NOTHING GOES WRONG and we can convince Lee to fly it back to japan for us.

>>33284144
Johann is a mercenary, first and foremost. He understands that switching sides in the middle of a fight is a bad idea, and that now that he's backing your play, he's with you until you're all dead or you let him go.

Also, it helps the Zerberus Battalion left you for dead. He does feel really bad about that. In so far as he can feel, of course.

>>33284183

Right. Can we do the whiskey order thing.

We'll promise to clear our tab when we get bsck.

>>33284183
Yeah, I'm leaning towards "no," but it looks like that ship's sailed. Given that "the three of you can slip over easily" is now "liable to get us shot," I don't think it matters much.

So where are we stashing the firearms?

>>33284257
>Given that "the three of you can slip over easily" is now "liable to get us shot,"
It's a difference of opinion between the two. Gotta remember that.

>>33284313
Smith.

>>33284361
"Smith, eat this you fucking cunt."

>>33284385
>It's a suppository

“A favor it is, but I get to decide if it's one I want to give or not, though.”

“Fair enough. Cannot compromise the job, ja?”

“Ja, sehr gut. I need to make a phone call. You have a sat-phone I can use?”

“Ja, natürlich. Check the container behind your seat.” You nod and unbuckle yourself from the seat, turning and opening the military-green hard-box that was nestled between your seat and the bulkhead.

Retrieving the sat-phone, you dial Tricky Dicky at Paddy's Lament. He picks up on the third ring, swears at you, and then sighs.

“What, Dec? What could you possibly fucking need at this unholy time?”

“I need you to send a bottle of Glen Knockanamie to Captain Misato Katsuragi, NERV. Fifteen year, if you please. With a note. 'Tell the Commander Dec said “hi”.' I'll pay my tab when I get back.”

“You fucking better, you piece of shit.”

“I will, I will!” You hang up before he can begin swearing at you, and Smith catches your attention.

“Sir, I don't think driving a vintage World War II Jeep across the border will go over well. We're more likely to be riddled with bullets than not.” Shit, he's probably right.

“Right. Well, we'll leave it with the C-130 and we'll find something Mexican or American to drive across the border.”

“Good idea, sir.”

“Thanks. Good on you for spotting that we'd be killed quite quickly.” You shoot him a thumbs up, then turn back to take your seat beside Johann. “Fucking cunt,” you add quietly.

>>33284361
>>33284385
Shouldn't we give the poor guy a break for once? There's literally no reason to be this mean specifically to him. ;_;

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>>33284442
>“Thanks. Good on you for spotting that we'd be killed quite quickly.” You shoot him a thumbs up, then turn back to take your seat beside Johann. “Fucking cunt,” you add quietly.
Fucking love you man.

>>33284444
Your Quints have no power in this realm, besides, we need a new punching bag, the old one broke.

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That's it for tonight, guys.

I'll archive. Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Next thread can actually be tomorrow night or Thursday night, since I don't have morning class Thursday or work tomorrow night.

The work thing might change, though, but if not tomorrow night definitely Thursday afternoon at 5:30 CST, same time as today!

Thanks for participating!

>>33284505
Good thread. Thanks for saving Jeep-chan.

>>33284552
Heeey, I like a sexy piece of WWII machinery myself. No problem.

>>33284487
I love you too.

Archive here, don't forget to vote!
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=tangfag

It was fun but it's time to pass out. Catch you lot next time.

>>33284505
>Next thread can actually be tomorrow night or Thursday night
>tomorrow night or Thursday night
>or
I don't understand the words that you're typing.

>>33284505
Thanks for running tangfag. This is probably one of the best quests running right now. I really love what you are doing here.

>>33284683
Well. Tonight or Thursday night, I guess.

>>33284708
>or
And there you go again. Type English, motherfucker.

>>33284741
How's this English for you, motherfucker:

I appreciate you participating in my quest. When do you want to see the next thread?

>>33284781
Wednesday and Thursday night.
Either works for me. Thanks for running.

>>33284806
What about both?

>>33284815
sounds like a fun time

>>33284830
My secret is not enough sleep, energy drinks, and booze.

>>33284815
All kidding aside, if you can handle it, go for it. As much as I'd enjoy three consecutive days of your quest, I'd hate to see you burn yourself out.

>>33284887
Actually, if we do it Thursday night we can do it again Saturday night, so I do have some space.

>>33284924

Well thanks for running tang.

Was expecting to have to face down ramiel and shut down Jet Alone before we left for the states.

>>33284965
No problem. I enjoy it.

And I'm gone, too.

so, we need to get Mari and unit04 to japan. anyone have great ideas? Mari sounds like she would go along with any hare-brained scheme.

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>>33285139

We go where they can't chase us.

We're going into spaaaaaace

We're in A 51, there should be a rocket where we can stuff the eva in.

Or we can go BEST PLAN EVER and load her in when we're in orbit.

>>33285172
"Hey Mari, how far could you get in five minutes? Far enough to get to a launch pad and strap yourself in?"

...

Is this going to end in anything except Grand Theft Eva?

>>33285502

Super Happy Fun Times in the Dirac Sea

>>33285564
Grand Theft Eva it is, then!

Hopefully we manage to figure out
a) how to get into the USA
b) how to get (us and our pals) into NERV Nevada
c) where the Fourth is and how to get her out
d) how to get Unit04 out of Nevada
while also not getting murdered.