Post by Uriel Clement Pavlovena on Aug 22, 2014 18:15:25 GMT -6
It wasn't a quest. It was more of a mission. Or at least, that's what Uriel thought it to be.
Chiron sent him, and one of his comrades, Wendy Griffin on a fetch "errand." The errand was presented to be a simple one. But the Dossier from Chiron proved otherwise. It provided little information about the needed package. And, judging from the way it was written, Uriel could see that it was militarized, and it was quite possibly a cold mission that's cold trail just got a bit heated. To make the long story short, the only lead present was an informant in San Francisco, Chinatown. And judging from the age of the Operation, Uriel could deduce that this informant could easily turn cold. So, he was ordered to make haste. And he could pick a buddy for the "Quest" (Which was an inside joke between him and Chiron, considering the Prophecy needed for a quest was converted into a mission file.) He gave Chiron a Soviet Salute, before informing Wendy of the mission, and using Chiron's contacts to settle the mission's ground.
They departed by the CAMP SUV, and within hours, they finally reached their true transport. An Armored Humvee, outfitted with a mounted machine gun, and an assortment of clothing, disguises and weaponry for them to use. Uriel could tell this wasn't going to be a simple task. The ride was going to take about eight ours, to reach the Chinatown in San Francisco. Enough time for him to brief his team mate in this little operation they had. But first, Uriel changed from his Camp Half Blood T-Shirt to a more appropriate disguise. A white and red Hawaiian Shirt, outfitted with his Golden Rolex, and his tinted shades. Besides his Leather Belt is his trusty NR-40 Knife, manufactured with both steel and celestial bronze. His Stetchkin Machine Pistol was also hidden besides hiss brown khaki, A small armament for a Demigod, but most of his military- grade weapons were inside the Truck's Trunk.
And now, he was driving over an uncharted road, where no mortal cars oddly passed. He turned his gaze towards Wendy, and sighed lightly. Tapping the tip of his finger on the steering wheel "Comrade, we are here for an important task. I know this is different than most quests, which is why I deduced that it is very important." He sighed, and continued driving for a short while, before speaking once more. "We are required to rendezvous with a contact that may or may not be there anymore. This contact of ours is supposedly an informant on the Demigod's side. He has vital information that would help camp in it's current conflict. The contact is only referred to as "Dragon." He started to steer the Humvee into the Road, heading to the Back part of Chinatown. Within minutes, the Humvee reached the deserted road. He parked it right there, and turned to her."Who knows, maybe we get to know each other in this little quest of ours." Uriel stepped out of the Humvee, before opening her door for her. He turned to the distance, and saw the outline of China town. The Chinese Acoustics, the Red lights, the oriental styled houses, and the many many people swarming within. "Welcome to Chinatown."
Chiron sent him, and one of his comrades, Wendy Griffin on a fetch "errand." The errand was presented to be a simple one. But the Dossier from Chiron proved otherwise. It provided little information about the needed package. And, judging from the way it was written, Uriel could see that it was militarized, and it was quite possibly a cold mission that's cold trail just got a bit heated. To make the long story short, the only lead present was an informant in San Francisco, Chinatown. And judging from the age of the Operation, Uriel could deduce that this informant could easily turn cold. So, he was ordered to make haste. And he could pick a buddy for the "Quest" (Which was an inside joke between him and Chiron, considering the Prophecy needed for a quest was converted into a mission file.) He gave Chiron a Soviet Salute, before informing Wendy of the mission, and using Chiron's contacts to settle the mission's ground.
They departed by the CAMP SUV, and within hours, they finally reached their true transport. An Armored Humvee, outfitted with a mounted machine gun, and an assortment of clothing, disguises and weaponry for them to use. Uriel could tell this wasn't going to be a simple task. The ride was going to take about eight ours, to reach the Chinatown in San Francisco. Enough time for him to brief his team mate in this little operation they had. But first, Uriel changed from his Camp Half Blood T-Shirt to a more appropriate disguise. A white and red Hawaiian Shirt, outfitted with his Golden Rolex, and his tinted shades. Besides his Leather Belt is his trusty NR-40 Knife, manufactured with both steel and celestial bronze. His Stetchkin Machine Pistol was also hidden besides hiss brown khaki, A small armament for a Demigod, but most of his military- grade weapons were inside the Truck's Trunk.
And now, he was driving over an uncharted road, where no mortal cars oddly passed. He turned his gaze towards Wendy, and sighed lightly. Tapping the tip of his finger on the steering wheel "Comrade, we are here for an important task. I know this is different than most quests, which is why I deduced that it is very important." He sighed, and continued driving for a short while, before speaking once more. "We are required to rendezvous with a contact that may or may not be there anymore. This contact of ours is supposedly an informant on the Demigod's side. He has vital information that would help camp in it's current conflict. The contact is only referred to as "Dragon." He started to steer the Humvee into the Road, heading to the Back part of Chinatown. Within minutes, the Humvee reached the deserted road. He parked it right there, and turned to her."Who knows, maybe we get to know each other in this little quest of ours." Uriel stepped out of the Humvee, before opening her door for her. He turned to the distance, and saw the outline of China town. The Chinese Acoustics, the Red lights, the oriental styled houses, and the many many people swarming within. "Welcome to Chinatown."
