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The Pajodcast Player Agency: Part 5 The Fellowship Schisms "Wake up you glorified pylon!" Jax Barnstormer awake, after being shaken awake by a blurry figure at the edge of his vision. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes the lines sharpened and he was able to make out the shape of a very angry Daniel Braxton continuing to shake him. "What's going on? Aren't you and Skylar supposed to be on a mission?" "That was TWO WEEKS AGO! Rift lost contact with us after entering Marcellin's cell and we hadn't heard from him since, until this morning. He's got Wahl and they both got off the rig but Kendrick put a tracker on Wahl. They know where we are, so we are leaving!" Shock ran across Barnstormer's face, "Two weeks ago? What the hell have I been doing?" "You took a puck to the face in your last game against Brampton and have been in a coma ever since. Fucking useless goalie, you only took 15 shots! We've been trying to wake you up ever since! Anyway, back to the point, grab your gear! WE! ARE! LEAVING!" Barnstormer, moments before taking the puck that would put him in the coma Jax sprang into action, quickly dressing and throwing his pads over his shoulder, Barnstormer raced to the Pajodcast jet, where Sullivan sat at the controls. "Dude you know how to fly a plane?" Barnstormer asked, obviously impressed. Sullivan pushed his decorative spectacles over the bridge of his nose, "After retirement I took the liberty of getting my pilot's licence. I can take off and land on a city street if I need to." Rift nodded, "It's been really handy ever since we all decided to apparently join Spec Ops after a hockey career," Looking at Barnstormer he continued, "Hey kid, I saw that last game of yours. You really need to put your helmet on a little better." "Gee...thanks," Jax said sheepishly. Just then the group all felt a small buzzing in their ear, and a transmission came in over their codec's. The voice of Ryan Power came in over the frequency. "Team, it's Power. The Kendrick situation is dire. Some footage of Rift at the destroyed plant got out and Joey's been running a smear campaign against the agency. I need you all to go back to regular activities, except Skylar...we need you to go underground until Interpol finds someone else to bother. That means we need Wahl back in New York, and take Angelo with you. Laich, I want you to head back to Cologne with Kellinger. He's still got ties to the team and I don't want anyone other than Skylar left alone. Braxton, Sullivan and Pajari are to accompany Barnstormer to Bratislava. He needs to be back on the ice before his draft stock plummets, but we have reason to believe that he's Kendrick's new target. Miller and I don't have any player's in the minors, and VHLM teams don't have nearly the same security around them as the guys in the pros. That means that Jax is the most vulnerable, so Snow wants everyone who's available on him. Given Braxton's close relationship with all of you, we can have you all in the arena without drawing too much suspicion. Lay low until we provide further instructions." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jax and his bodyguards headed to the local bar shortly after Sullivan has finished dropping everyone off. They wanted to act natural, and it was very uncommon for Jax to avoid the bar when the Watchmen didn't have a game. The four men found a table in the corner and sat down with beers for Barnstormer, Pajari and Sullivan, while Braxton took a shot of tequila. After a few minutes Pajari leaned in and whispered, "By the pool table. I think I saw that woman in the recon photos. She's one of Kendrick's, and there's a chance she's here for Jax." Possible Kendrick Assassin Sullivan downed the rest of his beer, "Alright I'll go talk to her, pretend to seduce here, James Bond style." Braxton snickered as Sullivan walked away, "More like Hardy-boys style." The other three men watched as Sullivan walked up to the girl, whispered something in here ear, and promptly returned to his friends. "I can't fucking believe it. She actually said, "I only count three rings. That isn't good enough for me," Sullivan said, gesturing to his trio of rings awarded along with his Labatte Trophies. Braxton sprang to life, brandishing his four Labatte rings and made his way to the woman. Jax watched as Braxton talked the girl up for a while, both engaged deeply in conversation. Sullivan sat sulking in the corner, until Braxton eventually returned to the group." "What happened? She turn you down too Brax?" Sullivan asked eagerly. "What? Oh, no dude. She's not one of Kendrick's men. I just came back because I need a cup to show her a bar trick and seal the deal. Can I borrow yours? I never got a cup," Braxton said, cheerily. Continued in Part 6...

Kesler won't get the reference, but Bravo good sir!

it's a great idea, but we'd need way more dudes...and a lot of work would have to go into it. Not likely, but in a perfect world it'd be sweet.

I feel like he needs a day ban for that. That was awful.

No..he's made of Iron. Also, he's made of Carbon, the iron is a suit. And they're pretty disposable.

Stormer of Barns - +4

What about DaTrifecta Standard TIme?

those pant legs are about 3 inches short bud...

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Glad someone looked for me. CUZ I SURE DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!

http://christmas.riotpromotions.com/65j3eJ Click that link and I get shit. That's legit all you have to do,

NOBODY NOTICED THAT I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! Fuck you guys...except Molholt. Back to my usual dickheaded self next week!

Don't worry about the lengths, I'm just ending at natural transition points. This'll be going for a while. After I finish ripping off Metal Gear it'll be on to new and exciting things.

SHE'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Agreed, but making your case like an adult will probably get better results.

Handle it in a slightly more mature fashion.

So you can't read. The file is whack because of the sim date between Sterling and Jardy...so wait for it to update and then bitch. If I actually got a spot? I had one when I wanted one if you recall....I think you bitched at the time that it should have been you. Your issue is completely legit, but the way you went about it is childish. PM the blue team, don't make a whiny thread.

Well if you could read you'd know today's sim wasn't canon, because there was a discrepancy between Sterling and Jardy's files. It's so early in the season, calm the fuck down. Nothing is even close to set in stone. There's a tampon sale on at Shopper's Drugmart.

Take it down a notch Cockstar. I used to PM Jardy AND Higgins when I needed to...because it's smart.

VIJO MORGANSTEIN!

Odin Tordahl, hands down.

What is dead may never die.

Other reasons to recreate: Squinty: We need you to teach us how to be cool. Please stay or we'll all end up like Greg. Jamie: I have a long and proud history of making inappropriate sexual comments to every woman I meet, and I haven't gotten to you yet. I need time to get that knocked out. Sandro: See above

The Pajodcast Player Agency: Part 4 Opening a Rift The elevator doors finally slid open now that the plot had finished advancing, and Rift found himself on a snowy field. Rift's Soliton Radar pointed him to a building across the field, with an access hatch at ground level. Between Rift and the tunnel was a helipad covered in floodlights, 5 or 6 guard and a half dozen security cameras he'd need to avoid. I mean....do I even need to explain... Rift made his way across the field, keeping an eye on the radar the whole time. He was able to time to floodlight rotations to sneak across the helipad without being seen, stay in the cameras' blind spots, and avoid the guards. Along the way Rift hid in a truck, where he found an unused Socom Pistol. Rift quickly made his way across the rest of the field, shooting anyone who got in his way. When he arrived at the hatch he encountered a small problem. There was a camera between him and it, and there wasn't a blindspot for him to utilize. Rift briefly considered his options. He could call Sullivan and ask for help, but that would lead to a long conversation which was unlikely to be any help whatsoever. Option B was to look around for something that would help him pass the cameras. RIft decided to call Sullivan anyway, just to make sure, before taking matters into his own hands. Skylar raised him on the Codec. "Skylar, you should consider looking around for supplies You might find somethi-" Rift cut the connection off at the source, "God damn it Sully." After finding a box near a wall, Rift opened it to find Chaff grenades, which would disable electronics temporarily. Rift returned to the hatch and primed a grenade, ready to throw it and disrupt the camera for long enough to enter the hatch. As soon as Rift pulled the pin, his mind immediately turned to other thoughts. "Man, fuck malls. Malls are seriously the worst places on the face of the Earth. Only place that even come close are strip malls, because those are like malls, but you have to go outside to change stores. Who wants to go outsi-" The chaff grenade then detonated in Rift's hand, flipping him end over end while disabling all the electronic equipment in the vicinity. Rift scrambled to his feet, dashing to make it to the hatch before the camera became operational again. Upon entering the hatch, Rift made his way into the ventilation system, making his way toward Marcellin's location. Along the way, Rift paused above the cell next to Marcellin's. He looked down and saw a woman casually doing pushups in her underwear. Rift hung out there for a while, until Sullivan called him on his codec. Clark Marcellin: Prison Bitch "What are you doing Skylar? You've got work to do." Rift responded aggressively, "Can it Sully, I'm gather intel before I drop in on Marcellin. Let the professional handle this." Sullivan sighed, "Whatever you saw Casanova. Whatever you say." Eventually, Rift moved forward, and found himself above Chief Marcellin's cell. Rift, slowly slid the grate back, before dropping down into the darkness. Continued in Part 4...