- Omnicrat
My pseudonym is Ix
Prospero101
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At about ten in the morning, your contact calls you and urgently requests that you meet him at a local cafe. He's very insistent that you come immediately. When you arrive, he takes you into the back room so you can discuss things more privately - except, it's not quite the back room. Stepping across the threshold, you find yourself emerging from a door to a back room in a cafe in Paris and stepping into its bright interior. Outside, you can clearly see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. It appears to be the same time here as it was in your previous location, despite the distance travelled. Each of you perceive that the only occupied table has your contact and the other members of the group already sitting at it - a temporal glitch that corrects itself only as you're instructed to sit. In that moment, everyone sitting at the table appears to stand up and blur in reverse to their actual standing positions, and your contact divides into eight identical forms, one standing next to each member of the group and the remaining acting as the staff of the cafe.
One by one, the clones stepped forward, gathering next to the table and merging together into a single form. He insists that each of you sit, and waits for everyone to comply before speaking in English.
"All of you know why you're here. You have been selected from among all of the people of the world to attempt to restore order and return the right of self-determination." He paused, looking each person in the eye in turn. "You have not met before, yet your fates are inexorably linked. You have been chosen not just for what you are, but for what you have the potential to become. For what you will one day be able to do.
"There will be time for each of you to make your introductions later. For the moment, I must provide you with your first task. We can't afford to start you off slow, so this will be a trial by fire. You will have one week of lead time to prepare before we make our move. At that point, a major redistribution of supplies is set to occur, and during this the majority of this tech cult..." he gestured towards the window, and as if on cue, a small group of enforcers clad in partial body armor walked by. "...will be preoccupied ensuring these supplies reach their destinations. Your job will be to hit one of their local enforcement centers while it is understaffed and attempt to acquire data regarding where they are searching for this ritual site they are so concerned about. Questions?"
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