- Jefferson Hart, First President of the New England Paranormal Society and Son of Benjamin Hart, July 1st, 1814 on his deathbed
David Herring died. The apocalypse was averted. The APS claimed the Blade of Huang and the Arc of the Covenant. Life continued.
And so it was that for an entire year, the world was silent. Things had changed in that time, yes, with the existence of those creatures which we call the paranormal becoming known to the public, sentient creatures welcomed into the civilized world and lesser ones becoming part of zoos 'cross the globe. The Zoo itself became open to the public. And yet, the APS remained secret. No one knew who they were or that they even existed. Yet.
It was a brave new world folks, and like it or not, White sat at it's helm. She promised a new generation, an era of greatness. The first step? Disclosure.
And yet... though they sat in a lull from the perspective of many, the enemies of the Society were not gone, not even asleep. Rurik Udovin, traitorous founder of the New England Paranormal Society and his minions lay on the edges of civilization, outside the reach of our heroes. And there, they plotted. Prepared. Experimented. A new plan rose up from the darkest abyss of Udovin's mind, and believe you me, he was planning to do horrid things. His prize, the formula of the mighty fallen Reich, lay in the great city, where all roads lead to it.
In the northern parts of Russia and Asia, the OIA slowly began to gain control. Slowly, very slowly, they were becoming a threat once more.
September 1st, 2013
"We are here today," White said over the microphone, a slide show of the various paranormal beings which the APS had encountered over it's existence Rolling by behind her, "to disclose the existence of a top secret government agency. Some of you may know of us yet, namely our very own Sixth Brigade, which is seated in the front row."
A chorus of applause resounded through out the stadium, commending the brave individuals which our story focuses on. Oliver merely rolled his eyes. This people didn't know them, didn't understand their work. They just knew their ranks and their names. Oliver looked down at his shiny I.D. badge:
"Brigadier Oliver Braddock, American Paranormal Society"
A fancy new rank to go with his fancy new uniform. He wore a thick dark green trench coat with long trousers of the same color, large black boots shined to an anal compulsive degree. Said ID badge was pinned to the left of his heart, two red stars stitched into the side opposite of it. Two honors. Two times saving the world. And this was the Brigade's new uniform? Nico was probably going insane in the thing. Of course, they looked better then the main Society's uniform, a garish blue menagerie of the typical military variety. He clutched his new favorite gun through thick black gloves, a rifle which could fire blasts of concussive energy. Basically, a laser gun. The collar of his coat was popped, so as to hide his face and expression of contempt. He really didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be with White while she threw all their work out the window by letting the world know who they were. She might as well light fire to the Franklin Building. Oh wait, she had already. A minor accident on her first day back. Not a good sign for the newly renovated headquarters. The Brigade would be moving their headquarters there by the end of the month, complete with an entire wing dedicated to them. It was a small gesture, but Oliver appreciated it. And hey, the world didn't end in December.
"Come on cow," he growled as White continued on, revealing their secrets, "finish up."
"Cow" was a terrible name for someone who had once been so attractive as White, but nowadays, she'd let herself go. She'd gained a considerable amount of weight over the past year, and her hair was beginning to gray. Gray. What would he have done in a situation like this? Probably nothing.
"This is going to be a long autumn, eh guys?" Oliver said to his teammates.
Prequel: viewtopic.php?f=25&t=137216
OOC: viewtopic.php?f=25&t=129772
