Somewhere there's a Scienctist [P, R, & W]

0900 Central Standard Time Conference room of the Oblivion Nebraska Office.

After six weeks they finally let you into the field to do work. It didn’t seem like was enough considering the rumors during training, everyone had been affected by something they shouldn’t have done or saw something they just really should be able to explain. The time at the academy seems a bit of a blur a rushed boot camp of sorts rumors of a previous class that had a fast food takeout employee that spouted conspiracy about aliens until they showed up at his work were out doing this type of work in the field and hadn’t died yet made you nervous, mostly the part about ‘yet’. You both get a call and meet up in town and take an unmarked black sedan to the location. Your first actual day on the job and orders to report into work and go to the conference room. No customary orientation briefing what you’re getting into from the tone likely your first mission... You’re pretty sure the organization wouldn’t likely be into hazing as well the job was enough to make most people jaded if they weren’t already. Thoughts come to mind about the one really peculiar thing about this job… why’d they station you in Nebraska of all places? Getting to the location you wonder as you drive through a field of corn and find yourself driving into a warehouse next to a silo. The sudden shudder and shift after the warehouse garage door closes implies you are likely underground. It gets a bit uncomfortable as you wonder how far since the descent takes several minutes. Out of the car and into the office you find a small conference room with several chairs around a table. Everything in stark white and lack of a clock make you realize you could lose track of time in a place like this, hard to believe you were in the middle of a corn field a few minutes ago… had it been a few minutes or over an hour now? There didn't seem to be many people in the office, no one else seems to be in the room as the white soft office lights flicker on in the conference room as you walk in.

Shortly after you enter a rather tall lady walks in and adjusts glasses and eyes the two of you raising an eyebrow before shrugging. "Good Morning. The Director will be in shortly, a bit of advice do not make any references to him looking like a mascot from any fast food chains verbally… he does not like it and he is responsible for what kind of missions you get." the lady states in a stern tone with a slight Russian accent as she taps on a tablet.

After her eyes come up from the tablet they go between the two of you during your conversation and she replies curtly in a pause in your conversation.  "The Gambler." She states and you realize she's opting to just give you her call sign.

A few minutes later a man walks in, you see why you were warned.  He's tall and white haired but between the beard and white old southern style suit something screams out partial recognition at the tip of your tongue.  The part that throws it in a different direction is the size of the man’s frame, his neck looks like it could possibly pop off his black cloth bow tie and the patch over one eye has you noticing he’s staring at the two of you.  Neither of you have been this close to the mascot he looks like but you don’t remember him having that many scars on his face.  He stares at the two of you for several seconds not blinking before he speaks.

"Diana." he states getting the lady to stand suddenly and start tapping away as he begins.  She starts projecting pictures on the wall of various details he’s discussing from her tablet as he starts into his briefing.

Diana looks at the two and nods, "That's about it... I'll show you the way to the Armory for loadout. I wouldn't drink the coffee Mildred offers if you if you want to finish your mission... also don't play poker with her." she advises the last part in a quieter tone her face growing stern as she frowns slightly.

She begins to lead you two on a rather small area in comparison to the conference room. Mildred you can tell by the name plate behind the grated window readily catches your attention. While the other two people have been in business attire and look professional Mildred is sporting a colorful flower print Moomoo, horned glasses with a pearl string around her neck, a grey beehive five times taller than her head and a facial expression that makes you wonder her age and if she possible went to school around the time Franklin D. Roosevelt's father did. You're also not sure if she's an out of style very old human or an alien.

She sips from a rather large cup of coffee and taps a cigarette staring at the three of you.

"I take it these are the new recruits." she asks in a graveling voice of someone's grandmother that had been smoking for several decades.

"Welcome to the Armory, I'm in charge her so what you get you sign for, if you lose equipment it's on you no excuses. Now... what do you two kids need?" she explains as she takes a drag on her cigarette and blows a plume of smoke behind her. The area behind her seems possibly larger then the lobby like area for picking up gear... or it might just be the area seems off do all the white still and the inability to tell where edges of things actually are inside her cage area.

Diana raises an eyebrow, "Why would you want to carry around a clunky slow laptop when you can just use an Oblivion mobile device? I'd definitely take whatever you're comfortable with going into Kazakhstan... if you need a watch that shoots lasers make sure you get it fitted. Honestly just ask for what you need for your mission, you're only allotted a certain amount of resources though." she asks a bit confused by the odd question about using a laptop.

Mildred shuffles around and starts pulling equipment the sounds of metallic lockers opening and various things being put on a cart can be heard out of sight before she comes back sliding out a data pad.

"Check the serial number on the pistol, verify the 4 clips and silencer are serviceable. You'll need to use your eye and fingerprints to set up the phone... Let me know if the suit is snug anywhere and we can do alterations." she explains items through the window. A small table comes out of the wall. A pistol and holster, several clips a silencer, a cell phone, and odd soft black long pouch is pushed though before a suit garment bag.

Diana waits quietly until she's asked a question. "If you think you'd need it I guess, a Cover Identity along any official channel will be legitimately you so it is nice to have but not necessary really if you are good at not sticking around when you shouldn't. Legal Enforcement Powers is above your paygrade though." she states eyeing Mildred.

"Diana..." Mildred stated taking a sip of her coffee, the older lady smiles for the first time since you've seen her.

Roach gets a similar reaction out of Mildred who produces a data pad and the items requested. She taps on a tablet and points a laser pointer it looks like at his head and waits looking at the screen as the light hits him for a few seconds. "Done, as soon as you two sign off you're good to go unless you want something else."

Roach gets things handed over quickly and looks at his cover identity. "Maximilian Hurdstrom" has an odd ring to it but putting on the shades links Roach to his entire background as Mr. Hurdstrom from birth, family, friends, job history, and even hobbies. A photo of himself with a Mohawk with a guitar in his hands when he was younger let him know his cover identity has a punk rock phase. This Cover Identity seems quite elaborate in it's lies.

The director walks in with another individual that seems a bit rushed, "And that's the mission, this is Mildred she's the primary in charge of the armory. Once you're done at loadout you'll be leaving for Astana with the others. If you could rush his loadout that would be preferable." He states looking from Diana to Mildred before leaving the new comer to his own devices to figure things out.Mildred looks at what she's given out so far and moves back into inventory. She comes back with what loos like a small leather case and pulls out a compact submachine gun with an expanding stock before putting it back in, there's a scope attachment and silencer shown and put into the case. There's a collapsible baton put into the case and Cellphone put on the counter. A combat knife and for lack of better words thin looking rope on a spool are put into the case as well along with additional clips of ammo.

"Can you think of anything else you think you might need? That's half your allotment for equipment" she asks picking up a cigarette from an ashtray and taking a drag.