Tomas glanced down at the empty drink. There eying him suspiciously was his reflection. He sure looked pitiful. His beard had grown out of control, his face looked dirty, and his hair was ragged. As he glanced at his face, Tomas wondered what he was doing here. And not just at the bar, the whole world. He had no family, his few Obamacainese were oversees, and the only remnant of a normal lifestyle that he might have had he had been told was just a Hallucination. She is real! Tomas reminded himself, and this time with more conviction. He had seen the pictures that Marx had shown him. There was only one - she was in the back of a car, and tied down. The picture was blurry but Tomas could tell it was her, he would never forget her face.
It was for that one blurry picture that he regained his sanity and it was for that that he had lost it. In exchange he had accepted the testing of superbeing serums the OC army had given him. They were terrible and messed with his brain horribly, and now his flashbacks occured more often. Up til this point he had to take Ampakines to reduce the effect. Lately they had experimented with some countering serums but they could not reverse what he had to go through.
"You do have someone driving you don't you, or are you taking a taxi?" a distant voice asked causing Tomas to force himself away from his face and back to the real world. The bartender was looking at hims with a concerned look in his face. Everyone had left since Tomas had arrived and it was now 3:00 AM.
“I will drive him," came a voice from the door which caused both Tomas and the barkeep to turn. There stood the General Tim Uruk. Uruk had taken over for the OC Army after Mao Marx had gone missing. It was a shock to the whole Obamacainese Isles when Marx died. He was exalted, esteemed, and one of the greatest heroes of their history. Tomas thought the opposite. Marx had been cunning, conniving, and had more than a streak of evil. Why had he restrained from telling Tomas about the information on Cathy? Why had he made Tomas think he was psycho the last couple years? And now Marx was dead and with him the last hopes for Cathy.
Tomas' expression stayed unaffected and he turned away from his man back to the television. The channel was ONS (Obamacain News Station) and on it there was the text "Nunca Entrega – Seige Persisting Well". The reporter was wearing a helmet and armor as the battlefield was dangerous. Houses burned in the background, and Tomas believed he saw a soldier dead in the streets.
"Shouldn't you be there?" Tomas asked of Uruk who was supposed to be leading the troops at this time. Uruk stared at the screen with a smile. The siege was far from persisting well. He walked over and sat on the stool next to Tomas.
"Had to check in on a friend, and repay a debt," Uruk said bringing out a file. Tomas' eyes watched it intently. His heart seemed to skip. It was finally time for him to learn of Cathy's location, and when he did...
Uruk slid open the lid and the contents fell out. He glanced over at the Barkeep and pointed towards the door. The man understood and walked out to the streets for the moment. This was for Tomas and Uruk only.
"When our cameras got that picture that Marx showed you, we knew that we should intervene however there are some limitations. Those who captured her and called the "Ninety-Nine Apostles" a splinter group from Luicinas who claims that they have found an easier way to salvation, rather than the constant work of terrorism with Luicinas. They are trying to take over control over governments. Already some of them have infiltrated Obamacainese government. So we have to act casual until we can subdue them. We believe they abducted her and her family and friends because of her assocation with their leader, Rivard. You see Cathy is not who you thought she was," Uruk explained.
This caught Tomas' attention, and he almost felt his heart drop.
"Cathy had been a secret agent working to uncover details of the group. All we know about them now is due to her. She had posed as a follower and had gone into a relationship with Rivard to gain information. He must've not been so happy when she left and her taken," Marx continued. Tomas was shocked. Why had she not told him? But then he reconsidered and understood that he would've done the same in that situation.
"Her 'family' and 'friends' were other agents on that mission. When they had been taken we knew we had to reclaim them but we did not know how. Her name did not come up in the databases when you claimed it as she is a secret agent and her identity must be covered. You were sent to the insane asylum without our knowledge. However, when we found out about you we knew we had to release you. You see Tomas, you were always a great soldier, and when we heard of your relation to her we knew what we had to do. We did not disclose the information to you at first because we knew that you would overreact and we wanted to test you to make sure that you were up to task. When we saw your skill in the JSF we felt it was time to tell you of your new mission - to find the Apostles and kill them, especially Rivard, and to rescue Cathy and the other agents. If you did it, it would seem more like a revenge-seeking fiance then a government agent and that is the cover we want."
Tomas all the sudden had a change of opinion for Marx. He was not as evil as he thought, just logical. However, Marx had wasted a long time before telling about Cathy. What if she was hurt or worse. Tomas didn't know if he could forgive the man if that happened.
"So now I give you this mission. You can arm yourself how you want, though we suggest low-tech to go with the idea that you are not aligned with the government. Assemble your team and head out. Once your mission is done we can apprehend the ones in our government."
Uruk stood up and walked to the door, "Now we must leave. You are far too intoxicated to drive so you must come with me. I will drive you home, and I suggest you...groom yourself a little. And maybe now I can get to where I am supposed to be."
Tomas’ Hideout
A one story townhouse lay just outside of the downtown limits. Splattered across its walls were obscene Obamacainese words painted in spray paint. The roof seemed to be in such a condition that the house seemed to be ready to cave in at any second, yet inside Tomas waited for his fellow JSF agents to show up. He had just called a few of them and briefed them on his need for their assistance. They still knew little of the situation and Tomas was ready to inform them of what was to come…
OOC: And there is where you come into play. Say you arrive at the hideout after receiving a call from Tomas. Remember to focus on the White Falcon RP though
