The GUARD aquires a Virus

(Virus)
*the plane from Amsterdam touched down at the new Paris airport, and the young Dutchman walked out with the stream of passengers, and quickly headed towards luggage pick-up, his eyes searching around, he knew that someone was meant to meet him here, but he wasn't entirely sure who... he figured they'd probly meet him outside the baggage claim, it was an international flight after all, so after collecting his baggage, which weren't exactly light, he then moved out into the main part of the airport*

(Mettalic)
*The throaty rumble of the bike overpowers the roar of planes overhead as he pulls out of traffic onto the walkway. The rider ignoring the glares and curses that follow in his wake as he weaves between pedestrians and luggage..he was already late..wouldn't do to end up totally missing the kid..He kills the motor just outside of the international terminal and kicks down the stand..He lifts off the helmet, shaking out his long hair while he looks around...a security guard runs out shouting french at him..Micheal reaches into his jacket and the guard freezes, uncertian what this crazy american is goign to do..with a low chuckle he pulls out a leather case and flips it open, briefly flashing a badge whihc makes the security guard pale and slowly back off...micheal then turns and walks into the airport, a smile dancing on his lips while his eyes scan the crowds* now where the hell will this kid be? *he towers over the majority of the crowds his eyes latch onto one for a brief moment, until the boy turns* damn wrong one....*he continues looking over the crowds as he makes his way through*

*the kid muttered in Dutch for a moment as he was lugging his luggage forward, making his way through the thick crowd, muttering in Dutch* So where's the welcoming committee.... they said they'd be here.... *mutters something, before he plonked himself down on one of the seats to wait, he didn't really even know what the guy looked like, just that he was american... couldn't be that hard to find an American in Paris International Terminal right?*

Damn kids gotta be here somewhere *he mumbles ot himself as he pushes his way through the crowds*..how the hell did I get this damn assignment...*somethign draws his attention and he turns his head, only just now catching sight of the kid on the bench...sith a sigh of relief he turns and approaches him, a smile on his face* Van roekel?

*Yohann flicks his eyes up to meet him, and then he replies, speaking in English, though with a thick Dutch accent... actually for someone who had never left the Netherlands, he spoke English rather well, but then, all Dutchmen learnt it as a second language...* That would be me. *he stood up* I suppose you're the one that's meeting me?

So it seems *He holds his hand out* I'm Micheal Startz and I guess I'm your ride....*he looks you over* You ever been on a bike? *He turns and starts to head back towards his bike, assuming the kid woudl follow* sorry I don't speak dutch, but I'm sure you will find plenty of people that do, everyone has at least two languages

*he nodded briefly, he'd been on a bike before.. but...* What about my luggage? *it wasn't that much really, he'd left most of it behind, intending to send for it once he was settled in.. but what little there was, were the essentials...* Oh I speak English well enough. Everyone learns English in the Netherlands.

*he stops and turns* oh right, I forgot about that...how much ya got?*he looks at what luggage you have*hmm well I guess we can get it picked up later, or we can get a car.. *he shrugs* doesn't matter to me *he can always come back later for his bike....and nothing ebtter happen to it int he meantime*

Well as long as nothing happens to it in the meantime, I'm happy to pick it up later. *he knew of course how people who owned bikes felt about them... and if it got lost they often got extremely /mad/.... and considering he didn't know Paris yet, and this guy did..... it'd have him at a real disadvantage*

Thats easy to take care of *he reaches into his jacket, and pulls out a cell phone* give me a sec *he punches in some numbers and starts talking* Yeah, Mettalic here, gotta pick up at the port *he glances over at the luggage* yeah, it'll be there. *he hangs up the phone and pockets it, then picks up your luggage and carries it over behind a counter, where he carefully places it on what appears to be a weigh scale* they will get it from here....*he chuckles* hell, knowing traffic around here, it might beat us back *In fact teh lyuggage is already there, wether in one piece or not is another matter...they had decided to use it as a training exersice for some of their new psionists* *he heads back out to his bike* how old are ya?

*he then shrugged and nodded... and as he was talking on the phone... the young man... he could /feel/ the technology almost... he didn't really realise what it was though.... everytime that he'd used his 'power'... he hadn't been aware of what he was doing.... it had been a total accident, and he'd pretty much blocked it out, taking it for some sort of American testing in the Netherlands.... and in response to the question* I'm 20.

20? * he was given a file on the kid, he just never read it...he never read files, took too much time* They tell ya why you're here? *he hands you an helmet and straps his on, then climbs on the bike, waiting for you to get on behind him*

*he nodded* That's right. *he then shrugged* I got told that maybe I could use my computer skills better in France than in the Netherlands. *he didn't question that in the least, after all France was just a bigger nation... far more likely to get jobs in the IT industry in France than in the Netherlands, especially in the tiny town he used to live in, so he just shrugged as he put on the helmet and got on the bike behind him* But other than that, I dunno.

We could definitely use someone with your skills *he kicks the motor into life ending all possibility of conversations..he once more weaves through the crowds on the walkways, neatly avoiding traffic then he suddenly swerves off of the walk, neatly merging with traffic..once free of the airport he recklessly dodges around traffic, weaving between vehicles....he follows the main roads for a while, then he begins taking turns almost at random...gradually moving into more rural areas...after a while he stops in front of a gate* well, we are here now *he punches a sequence into the gate sentry, then slides a card through the id slot before the gates open* this is one of the back enterances, easier to get to

*he just shrugged, it appeared his employment had already been taken care of before he arrived, which was good, and he took in the route they were taking, he didn't have the best sense of direction though, so he was taking in road signs and street names instead....and though he knew 2 languages besides his native Dutch, French was not one of them, so it wasn't that useful, and then he nodded at being told that this was a back entrance, though he was perhaps a bit surprised by the elaborate security measures even at the back entrance.....*

*they pass several outbuilding before once more stopping at a gate, this one manned..mettalic passes over his ID card, then hands over a file which the guard checks against a list before handing both back befor eopenign the gates.... he revs the motor back into action* Damn paranoid frogs * He mutters under his breath as he passes the Guard...As tehy round over a hill an immense builidng looms into sight...or at least part of it, the visble part doesn't even cover a fraction of that which is hidden underground.. mettalic pulls the bike up to a set of garage doors, this time presenting a fingerprint and retinal scan before the doors slide open...he then drives the bike into its accustomed spot and dismounts, indicating for you to do the same* Sorry about all the security, it tends to freak some people out, at least to start.*He unbuckels the helmet placing it on the seat then turns towards the inner doors* there are no more checkpoints though, we'l have you set up to pass them soon enough, probably do that first thing tomorrow.

*it didn't freak him out as such... actually he was more freaking about the /feelings/ he was picking up.... he didn't understand, and he was finding it hard to just ignore them.... though it was questionable that he wouldn't be freaking out even more if he knew what it was they were feeling... but it must be admitted, he was surprised at the amount of security....* That's okay.. yeah I understand that. *he understood he'd need to be set up to pass them that is... he didn't understand /why/ there was so much..*

*he opens the garage door and enters the main complex, holding the door for you so that he can observe you, gauge your reactions..he hated dealing with newbies...never knew how they woudl react...or even how to tell them...it was a hard blow when you learnt..even if you had been using it for ages...its just something you never actually acknowledged* So, tell me a little about your computer skills, then I will tell you some about this place *He leads you down a hallway, then opens a door leading into what could almost be a conference room, except fo rhte fact that it holds only two chairs with a table between, at one corner is a little coffepot with fresh coffee*

*he seemed perfectly at ease as he walked in, only if he happened to pass by a /particularly/ sophisticated bit of tech he gave a slight wince.... but other than that he seemed to cope fine* Well I've always just had a knack with computers... I always seem to be able to get them working again, even when far more experienced people are recommending the trash heap... *what he didn't realise was that what a telepath did with minds.... he /could/ do with technology... for a start... he didn't realise his 'knack' was not just natural skill... if he actually found out... well he could prove very dangerous in such a technology-based society... at least, if he wanted to be..*

*He walks over towards the coffepot and pours himself a cup* you want? *he gestures the pot towards you* we also have pop and juice if you prefer..* he gestures towards a chair* sit....so you ever take courses for this? have anythign odd happen with computers?

Naah, I'm right thanks. *taking a seat* I've never taken a course for it. As for odd.. *wryly* Only if you count the fact that I've never taken a course for it and still manage to get them working. That might be a bit odd.... and the fact that I don't actually know what went wrong with them, or /how/ I fixed them. *most of the 'odd' happenings he'd successfully blacked out.... including the one time that he'd actually /travelled/ through the telephone wires.. he thought he'd passed out and been taken back home by his friends..*

*He sits down and takes a sip of his coffee....an almost worried look on his face..why me? why the hell did I get stuck doing this? they should have given him to Rika...he'd believe anythign she said..he puts the cup down and sighs deeply before leanign forward* you know anything about psionics? telepathy, telekenesis, sonics?

Well... *he paused* they are rather a common theme in sci-fi novels. Telepathy in particular.... it's sort of like speaking with your mind to someone else, and reading their mind and stuff. Telekenesis is sort of moving stuff with your mind... *he shrugged* I'm not sure about psionics. I think it's like some all-encompassing wave of doing things with your mind. Why?

well, you have the generalities down...what would you say if I told you it existed? *he leans back* do you read comics? * ..he rakes over his mind trying to dig out the generalities use dto explainit all to him, but he comes up blank...was it ever explained to him...or was he just haule din?*

I'd tell you you read too many sci-fi novels. *he then shrugged* I read some comics.. not too often though. But some.

*he chuckles* I know it sounds wierd, but its true...almost everyone employed here has some sort of talent that woudl fit in most sci-fi or comics...its a military experiment that went haywire a few years ago...now when they find us, they hire us on...* you suddenly hear his words as if they were whispered in your ear* and teach us

*he looks a bit sceptical at first... but when the whisper came... and he could see full well that Mettalic had not moved close enough to actually whisper... then he stopped and thought... and really.... why not? He'd always had a fascination with sci-fi... he'd always wondered if it was that far out of the realms of possibility.... this suggested it wasn't.... at any rate... he'd play along* Then why me? I'm as normal as you can get...

*he watches you closely, gauging your reaction... a smirk of amusement crosses his face as you go from disbelief to interest..he hadn't been certain what you would do....but he had been prepared, if you had freaked or gone into hysterics, there was a tranq gun strapped under the table..he smiles and looks you over* Are you so certain? how amny have your knack with computers? speciallyones with no training?* That's just a /knack/. It's nothing like what you're describing... a knack with computers has to do with some /skill/. You don't read sci-fi or comics where the hero is just particularly skilled!

*okay, this wasn't goign ot be as easy as he thought...damn kids denying it* Well we think you have something either way, we want your computer skills *he takes a sip of the now cold coffee* how about you let our doctors run a few tests on you, just to see.. *he shrugs* who knows maybe you're right....maybe it is just a knack....either way you are going to learn how to utilize those skills of yours here *...and maybe int he meantime he can meet some o fhte other recruits and learn to accept that he is one of us*

*the young Dutchman shrugged* Fine... have your doctors run tests on me or whatever. And I'm perfectly happy to use my skills here.

Excellent! *wow! this was easy.....better than the last one he got stuck with.....he had to tranq the damn kid when she started freaking out and tossing things everywhere..even then she took enough to down an elephant..he pushes away formt he table* well, shall we show you your quarters...and I will make arrangements for tomorrow...you'll like it here...ther eis everythign you could want...*mentallty he sighs...he hates this place, he hates all the bases....but this is being recorded, so he has to give the pat lines* we have a bar, state of the art gym, top of the line entertainment systems....so many of us live here that almost everything is available.

*he was raised to be polite... he would never throw things around just because someone had made a mistake about him... he just stood up.. and inquired gently* You'll let me know when my luggage arrives?

Its probably here already. *he leads the way down several hallways* this will confuse the hell outta you for a while, so there should be a map in your room *they turn down one of the residential corridors* I don't think we have too many of your countrymen so we sort of stuck you between the french and american corridors, hope ya don't mind *he stops before a door and waves his hand over a panel ont he side* Recognition code, Mettalic...new setting *he turns towards you* give it your hand and voice print, then you can seal the door whenever you want..it will recognize you and whoever you set it for

*he followed him and then he nodded* Thank you.. *he shrugged lightly... not as though there were many Dutchmen who successfully moved overseas.... and generally they moved to a place which was encouraging immigration, not somewhere else in Europe* Thank you... *he then turned towards the door, giving his hand print, and as he spoke his name, the Dutch accent was particularly pronounced* Yohann van Roekel. *he then quickly moved into the room*

If you need anything, there is a comm button on the night table someones always online 24/7 *he peeks in to make sure the luggage arrived in one piece...wouldn't do to have pieces of luggage scattered around because soem trainee messed up* I guess I will leave you for now....have a good night

*the luggage had actually arrived in one piece, he then quickly nodded* Good night.