Tom gives the guy a brusque nod in greeting. He heads over to the gadget and tech table. Given his height and physique, they probably thought he was a meathead jock. Whilst it wasn't an entirely unfair assumption, they were about to find out he spoke their language. "I would like a cyber intrusion kit, for getting to computers quickly." Tom rattles off the laptop, the software that should be on it, current malware he can use to hack a computer, and an excellent antivirus and encryption so he would be near impossible to hack back. "I'd also appreciate you putting Skyrim on it, so I had something for the long boring parts."
"I wanted more for the long journeys to exciting new places. If you're interested I made a couple of mods for the creation club. However I thank you. This is everything I asked for." Tom takes the laptop of myriad wonders. He is pleased, as it is indeed everything he wanted. Except for Skyrim, but that would be easy to get. The Scot is going to enjoy using this technological terror.
Glancing around, Tom thinks he recognises Susan from university. Not wanting to interact with anyone from that life, Tom opts to head over to Johns where Persephone is also hanging out. "No assault rifles at formal events? You aristos and your arcane etiquette! Tell me, with what is the correct usage of a ballistic knife at a banquet?" Tom said, practising his people skills. He asked one more question mainly to see how she reacts. "Persephone, on a scale of one to ten, what's your favourite colour in the alphabet?"
Siobhan is there, so Tom repeats the question for her.
Johns gets this. "I'm looking for a non lethal gun."
When Nathan agreed to test the grappling gun, there was clear and visible excitement on Andy's face. He grinned broadly, perhaps for the first time since the rookies had met him, without that usual shyness on his face.
"Oh, great, I'm just glad to see it out in the field," Andy said with enthusiastic nodding. "If it works out well, and is field proven, those designs can be standardized and then developed even further... so today the Grip is gun-sized, but in a few months it could be built into something like a watch!"
When the Nathan asked about surveillance cameras, appropriate tools for camera networks, and tech to use it all with, Andy looked around for a moment. His eyes fixed on a shaggy-haired young man across a few desks who had been talking to Tom, up until that rookie walked away with a laptop in hand.
"You'll want to talk to Patrick," Andy said simply, as he pointed to the shaggy-haired youth behind the other desk. "He has all the computing gear. He knows his stuff and won't steer you wrong!"
With the assumption that Nathan would move on to Patrick, Andy began searching around his desk for the next item to work on, before adding:
"Thanks again, let me know how the grapple goes! Good luck!"
As Susan continued to work, she mentally took down the preferences of Percie, Jonas, Sullivan and Siobhan. It was a simple task, remembering armor preferences, as it was all that the armor-maker did, really; after almost a year, it was like remembering three colors that kept being paired up slightly differently, by small groups or individuals.
"I see the preference for ballistics still reigns supreme," Susan muttered with a wry smile. "I mean, I totally get that, I would absolutely prefer not to be stabbed by faster moving bullets, too."
Susan looked to Percie, who seemed exuberant and summarized. "Right, so the kinetic form-fitting armor, with no need for storage. Got it. I'll keep the design slimline so it can go under anything, even skimpy bathing suits if need be, so long as its a one piece that covers the torso."
Susan turned to Sullivan and confirms. "Alright, I'll make sure the colors remain a consistent hue of neutral, and I'll get you that armored layer as well."
Susan raised an eyebrow at Jonas, who had been quiet, and just spoke. "I'm assuming you want kinetic, probably a suit. If that changes, drop me a line and I'll adjust... I'll leave yours until last, so there's time to change it."
When Frankie had stepped over, a little after the others, Susan had nodded as his request had been offered. She confirmed his item, too, as she began to write down some notes as they came to her. "Okay, so some under-armor - for full flexibility - that's kinetic reinforced and has a hidden pocket? Can do."
Finally, Susan's eyes turned to Jane, and began to smile as the pretty blonde asked about some shoes, too. "I'll sort out your under-armor, kinetic padding, no problem. It'll be the same as the other one, able to go under anything."
Once she believed the rookies had been helped, as best she was able to guess, Susan began going about initial preparation on getting the requests processed. She had a feeling the new agents would need the armor sooner, rather than later, though not due to any assumption about their capability or skills... but because lately more and more agents had been-- well, it didn't matter.
"Good luck, new group. You're gonna need it... and don't even, Johns."
When the rookies flocked, Johns was validated. He leaned back in his chair, as he stared at Susan with a mixture of confidence and 'told you so', and opened his arms wide in some kind of perceived victory as he spun on his chair once. But he stopped soon after, as the rookies began to make requests known, to which the bearded man chuckled and slowly stood with some level of dramatic slowness.
"I knew you'd all come to Johns, it only makes sense," The Irish accent evident, as he looked between the rookies. "At the end of the day, everyone wants the bigger bleedin' gun... or non-descript weapon. Whatever, anyway, feast your eyes on all. of. this, ay!"
Johns pushed his desk chair to one side and revealed a literal weapon treasure trove. It was a long row of waist height shelving, which had a number of weapon cache boxes set out neatly across them all. Each one was marked with a specific code, handwritten, and were all of varying size - some small, about pistol sized, others obscenely large, almost as long as a person.
"Let's begin, as you now start the Johns experience..."
Johns turned to Percie and motioned her over. He stood next to a smaller box, which he unclasped and opened slowly. "My dear, get a load of this in your eye holes," To which the Irishman stepped to one side, and presented a necklace. "Now, before you get up in arms and assume it's some kind of lame garrot or somethin', let me set you straight: it is also that, yes." Johns paused, shrugged, then continued. "But it's also so much more... this is what I like to call the neck burner - name pending - or, if my supervisors ask, the incendiary necklace. This baby will burn up to 3,300° F once the activation sequence happens, and can cut through solid metal - inches at a time - in literal seconds... pretty good, ay? Yeah. That's Johns for ya. I'll send the specifics to your encrypted line. Next!"
Johns closed the necklace cache and pointed to Jane, to whom the bearded man had immediate familiarity with, given his own heritage. "You'll want these, I think. Now, don't get me wrong, Johns isn't known for subtle, usually, but even I like to mix up me wheelhouse every now and again, ay?" Johns stepped across some rows of shelving, then crouched down to look for a box. Once he had it, he pulled it off the low shelf then stood and motioned Jane over, where they both peered into the now opened container: within was a pair of heeled shoes, in a nice black.
"Your brunette friend made a joke before... one that suits, funnily," Johns muttered, then smiled. "These little lovelies? I call them the man-killers - name pending - but officially they're heel knife dispensers. See the heel itself? That houses a narrow bladed knife, capable of firing at at crazy speeds. You can also use the heel housing to store things, if the knives aren't in use. I'll send you the details on your encrypted line, so check for my message later today... you're going to give them a heel of a time, ay!"
Johns looked to the next rookie in line, which was Tom, though the man's request was simple. "...non-lethal? Boring. But sure, I've got something," And with a sigh that was exaggerated, Johns walked back to another row and pulled out a cache box about the size a pistol could fit into. "Behold, the Walther P99-R... it does everything a Walther P99 can do - which is kill effectively - but... uses rubber bullets, instead, resulting in unconscious - and not dead, sadly - baddies!" However, Johns did lean in closer to Tom and add. "I've taken the rubber ammunition a step further, though. Unlike most non-lethal weapons, which tend to lack some range, my rubber bullets have been given the Johns treatment: it fires and holds up to every standard of the lethal version, no drawbacks... so you can shoot rubber as effectively as lead. Pretty amazing, right?
"Oh. And to answer your weird question, about the scale and alphabet and color: Maroon 5."
With a chuckle at his own obvious intelligence, Johns pointed to the next rookie with a sudden jump of activity, which was Sullivan. "Step right up, professor, and be amazed. Johns has all the things... which aren't typical or standard. So, if you want a Walther P99, put in a request for it on your mission paperwork. But I'll make sure one's added, anyway, ay?" To which the bearded man jogged to another row and pulled up a long, but narrow, cache box. He opened the lid and revealed... a cane. "Behold. A sword-cane is what you wanted? A sword-cane is what you get. Johns delivers, again, you hear that Susan? I call this one the Archibald - name pending - but, ay, it's a sword-cane.
"But, don't be fooled by the simple beauty of the wooden cane. For Johns has improved on it, taken it to the next level, ay... the blade is protected by scanner disruptive lining, and the cane itself is heavily reinforced, so you can use it as a baton in a pinch, or even block other blades!"
Johns smiled and nodded to himself. He turned his attention to the last rookie, Frankie, even as Sullivan walked away.
"You want a H&K P30? Sure! I'll add it your the mission kit, ay," Johns nodded with a bearded grin. He then stepped several paces to his right and pulled up a weapon cache box. "However, for something less-than-lethal? You'll be wantin' this..." Johns opened the box and revealed a mean looking taser weapon. "I call this Dracula - name pending - but it's officially an armor-piercing capable taser weapon. Self-explanatory, really, I think?"
Johns raised his eyebrows.
"Anyway, this is the Taser Model-B, and it packs a wallop. Not only is it super-charged, of course, but it has a secondary mode - for armor - that uses specially crafted probes to stab and zap. Just, uh, don't use the AP function on non-armor, okay? Might be a tad... messy... yeah."
But, with that, Johns closed the box and turned to look at his adoring rookies. Clearly each of them was awed by his genius and weapon capabilities. So, with a bow, Johns walked back to his desk and looked between each of them:
"I'll send you all specifics, ay? And I'll make sure you each get the special item shown. So, without delay, move along so I can get back to work - I hope you've enjoyed your first, but certainly not the last, foray into the Johns experience!"
Then, without pause, Johns resumed his desk seat and continued working on the device wiring as he had been...
Patrick glanced up when Sullivan approached his desk.
"Hello," The youth said in a monotone, as he listened to the request. "A translator? I don't have anything like that specifically made, but we do have encrypted mobile phones that we use and those can be used to call our linguistics department?"
With a frown, Patrick leaned to one side of his desk and began writing some numbers onto a sticky note. When done, he pulled the small piece of paper free and handed it across the desk to Sullivan.
"Here, this is a friend of mine in the linguistics department, her name is Mary," Patrick explained, before he settled back into his chair. He picked up a pen and tapped his chin, before he began writing as he spoke. "If you're stumped, give her a call. She's excellent at her job, a genius polyglot. She can expedite a personal order for you... just, uh, don't call her too often. She's busy, too, you know? Emergencies, mainly."
Patrick shrugged. It was the best he could do, but at least the rookie had an option, and likely a more accurate one than a translator.
"Anything else?" Patrick glanced over to where Q, his boss, stood at the far table. "Oh... looks like Q is ready. Might want to let the others know and head over."
Sorry about the delays, covid was not great, but hopefully back on track and able to be consistent again. Recovery feels near complete, but secondary infection or illness could be a thing - hopefully not!
If I have missed something important - a character's question, for example - please let me know; pretty sure I covered everyone though!
Finally, regarding Q:
He is now free of the individual in the suit, feel free to approach him after concluding interaction in the next round. Q will then give final mission goodies, and then we begin your first assignment in earnest with this threads conclusion!
The sheer rush of dealing with all the techs and their different equipment and methods left Jane dizzy, but at the end of it all she was very satisfied with her new gear. In fact she found it hard to stop squeeing over the "man-killers" and insisted on trying them on then and there. Removing her own shoes she donned the black heels and walked up and down in front of Johns and her teammates. At the end of a walk she turned and struck a pose, smiling playfully at the others.
"Well, what do you think?"
She was also very happy with Susan's designs for armour. A girl did have to look good on these expeditions.
Jane looked at her fellow rookies, trying to gauge their reactions to their less fashionable but probably equally useful technological and engineering wizardry.
Agent Name: Dr. Siobhan 'Jane' Kelly Agent Alias: N/A for now
Stats:
STR 8 | DEX 9 | WIL 8 | PER 9 | INT 10
Fields of Experience:
Medicine | Linguistics | Biology | Chemistry | Botany | Space Sciences
Active Skills:
Charisma 5 (15) | Driving 2 (11) | Evasion 2 (10) | Fire Combat 5 (14) | Hand to Hand Combat 5 (13) | Local Customs 2 (11) | Science (Ability) 20 (20) | Sixth Sense 2 (11)
Equipment:
Walther PPK | KA-BAR Knife
Carry purse | Field Testing Laptop
Armor Ballistic Mesh Shirt
'Man Killer High Heels