The Division: Big Easy (IC/Open)

[Kyraina]

OOC
Joseph "Bear" Bridges
USCG Base New Orleans, New Orleans, LA// 0800Local, 15April2016
Bear stood on the top deck of the Creole Queen river boat, and looked out over the River. At one time it was a beautiful sight, and still was if you didn't look at what use use to be Algiers and Algiers, now one of the areas In New Orleans that had been walled and been dubbed a Dark Zone. It was one of the Many failures that had gotten them to this point, but that was on the heads of the former Division Commanders in New Orleans Area, but unlike some of the Other cities, the JTF Element and the First wave agents were still active In the Greater New Orleans Area. In March Joseph was the last Cell Commander still alive, and his cell the last one still operational. When he had became Division Commander by Default, he had immediately called for help. It had been three weeks since that call for help had gone out. Over the past couple Days, and even today various reinforcements from cells throughout the United States had been arriving. They had arrived by Land, water, and air.

He looked up at the sky above and saw the overcast ahead, and then a rain was falling on his face. While it was raining, the wind wasn't bad and there wasn't any lighting or thunder over head, but he decided to walk down to the next deck, before he got to soaked. He was wearing a coyote brown 321st Tshirt, with tan cargo shorts, and a pair of Forest Green Rocky Spec Ops boots. His Glasses and the Black NOFD Baseball Contrasted with what He was Wearing. Coming down the stairs just behind him was a Black Lab Mix wearing a Harness that had a Division Patch on it.

"Welp Gumbo, it looks like it's gonna be a Wet one."

Gumbo let out a bark and wagged his tail, it thumping every now and then against the wooden wall of the boat. He turned to the right into one of the doors on the interior wall, and walked into what had been the dinner room was now converted to a conference room. His Cell and those that had arrived where sitting around round tables that had been pushed together to try to form a larger table to limited success.

Near the door Bear had walked through sat Charles, Felicia, and Dani. Charles and Felicia were both looking at tablets, arguing amongst themselves on what gear and stuff was needed to be issue for the upcoming mission, while Dani was on her comms arguing with a JTF doctor that had never worked in the field on how to set up a field hospital, but the doctor wasn't listening for whatever reason. All three and the other Agents, and those with the Agents had piping hot breakfast food and either piping hot coffee or cold drinks in front of them.

Gumbo took off like a rocket from Bear's side, and rushed over to Dani's side and sat his head in her lap, wagging his tail, which was thumping into Charles and Felicia's chairs. Bear took his place at the Table, where he noticed the food in his bowl was piping hot oatmeal. Not his favorite but in this time, beggers couldn't be choosers, and a bottle of Dr. Pepper that someone had managed to get their hands on for him.

He opened the bottle of Soda, and started to eat his breakfast and drank his soda. Not long after he started a weathered old man in a Army Combat Uniform walked in, followed by One William Decuir.

"Good Morning Agents," spook the Old man with a Thick Cajun Accent.

Bear looked over at the old man and nodded.

"Morning Maj. Boudreaux. What do you have for us this morning? Also do you want some food sir?"

The Major sat down beside Bear.

"No, I don't think so Bear. I ate back at the barracks, before Young William and I got a flight over here. Any way I got a mission for y'all."

Bear looked at the Major, and at the group assembled.

"We will let them eat, while you give them the brief. Though I might have to translate for some of the people here with your accent."

The Major at that point started swearing loudly in Louisiana French, calling Bear quite a few unruly names. Bear started to laugh. His loud laugh and the Major cussing at Bear in Louisiana French drew the attention of everyone in the briefing room.

The Major shook his head at the Situation and sighed.

"Everyone, Finish up Y'alls breakfast. I can give y'all the breifing after that since I know some of yall just got in today and havent had time to talk to yalls new team mates."

"Works for Me Major."

Bear turned back to his food and finished up eating, and looked at Dani, Charles, and Felicia.

"Dani, who are our field hospitals doing? Charles, Felicia, Who are our med and non med supplies doing?"

[Bolslania]

Francis Winchester
USCG Base New Orleans, Louisiana, 0800, April 15th, 2016

Francis downed the last of his coffee as Bear walked in to the newly created conference room. Francis had only arrived last night with his team via the helicopter that was sitting outside at the USCG base. They were also seated at the table, consuming the last of their breakfasts. Francis and Dashonte were wearing their cargo pants and shirts, while Colin and Victoria had their flight suits opened to the waist, the tops hanging down by their legs, revealing their undershirts. New Orleans was too hot to be wearing your combat gear and flight suits all the time.

Francis looked up as the big Native American man laughed at the swearing Major, observing the situation silently. It appeared that they had a job today. From what Francis had seen outside the window in his room, it was going to be rainy today. Perfect weather to go tromping through a post-apocalyptic hellhole.

God I hate this weather He thought as he set his cup down.

"Colin, you figured out the chopper yet?" Colin was a former colleague of Victoria, who she'd recruited to crew chief for her while they were en-route to New Orleans. Colin looked up from the maintenance manual on Victoria's bird.

"Almost, its not too unfamiliar. I'll want to spend some time actually poking around in it though."

"Well you might want to get on that soon, apparently we've got a mission today so theres a chance we're gonna need that helicopter ready to go." Francis said. Victoria spoke up.

"Well then Colin, lets get to it before the weather gets worse." Colin nodded as Victoria stood up from her chair, the two exited out the door to the outside of the riverboat and made their way to the helicopter parked outside. Francis cast his eyes about the dining room. With Colin and Victoria gone, there were 11 people assembled in here. Francis didn't know any of them aside from Dashonte, who he knew he could rely upon when things got tough. He didn't know about the others though.

[Theyra]

Adam Winters
USCG Base New Orleans, Louisiana, 0800, April 15th, 2016

Adam was sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. Mainly keeping to himself and sometimes watching the others that were in the room with him. It had been a long trip from Little Rock by car and only arrived yesterday. Which last he checked, his sister was busy helping some of the JTF mechanics with a car that had been acting weird. Always an early bird his sister and while he is busy eating. Finishing the last of his coffee as Bear entered the room along with his dog. Nice to see a friendly dog during these times as Gumbo rushed towards Dani's side. It almost reminds him of his old dog. A nice boy, and never really started being a puppy.

When the old man came in to address them and when talking to Bear. Started swearing at Bear while he laughed. Adam did not quite understand what the old man was saying because of the accent and just chose to finish his breakfast which happened to be waffles. One of his favorites and only was worried about the rain outside when he could a look outside a window earlier. He can't say that he likes it but, it does make the area cooler and in this heat. That is a blessing to him. He always hated the heat and what comes with it.

Either way, once it was clear that a briefing was happening soon. Adam had the thought to tell his sister about it but, if she missed it then she would stay at base where she would be safe. Though there was always the chance that she would not be needed for this mission and after taking a moment to decide. Adam got on his handheld radio and contacted his sister. "Katelyn, you should get to the conference room, we got a briefing soon."

"I am already here Adam," the familiar voice of his sister.

Surprised by her appearance as he turned his head to her and as she sat down right next to him. "So I take it the car is fixed then?"

Replying, "It turned out to be an easy fix, and before you ask. Yes, I had breakfast, one of the mechanics was kind enough to bring us some."

Adam lightly chuckled to himself. "You do tend to know what I am going to ask you."

"We are siblings after all Adam," she said with a smile. "You do the same thing you know."

"But, not as much as you, and now that you are here." Adam, taking the moment to finish the last of his waffles. "Now we wait and see what this briefing is about."

"Got it Adam and I am just going to get me some more coffee real quick, you want more?".

"Nah I am good but, some water would be nice."

"Got it" and Katelyn would get up and went to get more drinks.

Leaving Adam by himself waiting for the briefly to begin. He still has yet to really meet with his fellow agents and what better way to learn about his new teammates than now before they go on a mission. So to anyone that would care, "So how was everyone's trip here?" Mine was more or less not eventful by car, well bearing a shootout with some bandits back in Monroe."

[Herador]

Charles Parret

It wasn't the heat that got to you, it was the humidity, a thick closeness like the air was a paste hastily applied to your skin. Charles sighed, leaning back against a crate of MRE's and tossing his tablet to the side while Felicia went on about why they needed to wait for the case of amoxicillin that both of them knew was never going to arrive, its couriers having either sold it or died protecting it. Pulling at his plate carrier, a desperate attempt to get air in that would only fail once again, he got to his feet, Felicia didn't seem to notice as he paced, going on about the amoxicillin. He didn't have the heart to tell her it was gone, not yet, she needed to believe it was still coming just like everyone needed to believe in some little thing to hold them over until they could accept that it was never going to happen and replace it with some other little thing to believe in. Charles liked Felicia, especially her "it isn't done until we've tried every little thing" mentality that had made her such an asset in the lab, but out here it was going to get her in trouble one day. Charles groaned as he rolled his shoulders, he quietly wished he had less to deal with.

"Are you listening to me, Charley?" Felicia finally snapped, looking up from her own tablet with a fierce look in her eyes.

"No, not really." Charles admitted, "Just... lost in a thought I guess."

Felicia's face softened up a bit, she might not live the stress of being a full-fledged SHD Agent, but she had been by his side throughout this whole thing so far and she knew what kind of pressure he and the other Agents were under. "The amoxicillin isn't coming, is it?"

"Probably not."

"We should get this stuff out to everyone? What we do have, I mean?"

"Yeah. I'll hoof the big pile to Winchester and his team, you get the twins stuff?"

She nodded, just as Bear called out to them.

"Ain't a lot Boss," Charles called back. "About to pass out what we have to the teams."

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Charles made his way over to Winchester and his crew, duffle bags hanging off of him in all directions. "Howdy everyone, got some gifts for ya." Setting down a bag in front of each of them he pulled one open to show the contents. "Got your basic aid kit supplies in here, mostly what would be in your average IFAK, plus some sunscreen, bug repellent, and about a gallon of water for each of you. We were hoping to have some anti-biotics to pass out but that ship sailed so... ya know... don't get shot."

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Near the Winters siblings, Felicia was repeating the process. "Aid kid, sunscreen, bug repellent, enough water for a few days if you ration it." With an angry sigh she tossed one of the bottles back in the bag. "We were hoping to have some anti-biotics but something must have happened to the crate, so keep your eyes peeled for a replacement if you can." Taking a sip from her canteen she offered it to the siblings, "You two doing ok?"

[Andrenade]

Herbert Perkins
USCG Base New Orleans, New Orleans, LA// 0800Local, 15April2016

Herbert sat slightly apart from his tattered team of three, casting a mellow gaze, as well as the others around him as he let the mouthful of sugared grits he prepared marinate in his mouth, a luxury he hasn't had since he was activated. The humidity didn't bother him any, as the Cajun air didn't care if you're the nastiest coonass from Montgomery or some new-money's yuppie child from Baton Rouge. He couldn't say the same for the other teams, as the struggle could only be hidden so well. Aside from that, the people amongst them seemed like a solid bunch. Much so that Herbert almost felt underdressed, as his perceived biggest advantage over anyone else was that he was the most comfortable with his nads sticking to his thighs from the humidity.

Isaac and Carly may have been friends of inconvenience, but they all became acquainted real fast through some collective hardship. He felt awful for what they went through in the past few weeks for accompanying him on this mission gone awry before it even begun, but he's thankful they stuck by him though it all. From childhood experiences, Isaac was less picky than a goat and can be kept happy as long as he had a cigar to sniff. He volunteered to eat the worst food they had, which they wouldn't even feed the dog. One of the girls here caught his eye, as he was his was drawn back and forth like a moth to a lightbulb, trying so hard not to gaze. improper it may be for the given situation, Herbert nor Carly were about to egg him for it, as it was a harmless sign of his humanity, and their own.

Carly and her dog, Kiki, were two of a kind. Simply cute because they tried so hard not to be, trying to overcome their natures through their professions. She couldnt help but to spoil Kiki with grooming, food, or attention at any given opportunity and she would lap it up like bacon grease. Carly would groom herself as well, as if the others cared about how much pseudo-eyeliner she wore. When they had wheels, she would play that emo-girl shit with the pale twinkies when it was her turn, which Herbert only allowed since it made her happy, and he very much knew the importance of keeping girls happy. Herbert found that donating any granola or fruits to her helped.

There was a 5th member, a tag along from El Salvador of all places they got within the first week of activation. He wasn't a government employee nor tacticool hypebeast but a humble business owner of a import tuner shop, a rarity in Louisiana. He was mostly a VW guy, but he know Japanese cars as well and helped them get a 95' Landcruiser in shape and made the voyage possible. Damn good driver too. In Santiago's memory, his blood and oil stained work hat lay besides their huddle, with a glass of water by it. The skirmish on I-10 over Lake Pontchartrain against some bandits ended him. He died right on the spot, having been shot between the eyes by someone very handy with their WW2 Milsurp. Its not like alot of rifles use 7.92 Mauser, which Isaac was able to read the markings on the brass, not because he was an absolute gun nut either. It almost didn't matter that we won the firefight since we lost our SUV and most of our supplies too. They didn't really have shit on them either, having few supplies. Their sole survivor and sniper was still at large and we only got him to bleed a little.

Herbert looked at the one that called Bear, not so much as to size him up, but to track what he was slurping up and why he sounded miserable doing so. It almost reminded him of the grits he was eating, but needed some brown sugar. He didnt have a whole lot to spare, but breaking the ice was more important than saving coffee shop treasures for himself.

"AY Bear-man, need some help with that Oatmeal?" Asked Herbert with a his booming city accent.