NOTICE- Though it pains me to say, this update may have to hold you for a
while. I'm on my spring break, which means I just got back from one college
visit and I'm about to leave on another one. Any complaints can be sent to
FrycookNinja@AOL.com under the subject "Update Complaint." (Please don't
complain!)
MORE IMPORTANT NOTICE- Frankly, Conary needs a codename. Since I'm lazy, I thought I'd make a CONTEST out of it. The deadline is April 27, 2004. I would appreciate it if all ideas would be emailed (use above mailing address) rather than reviewed. I would also appreciate a small blurb explaining why you feel the codename should be THE codename. Please title e- mail subject as "Codename Contest".
Disclaimer: all characters and locations unless featured in the Teen Titans show or otherwise, are property of Mr. Bigg.
LOCATION: Pacific Northwest, USA (P.I.A. Headquarters)
Adila sprinted as soon as she reached the ground. Strong legs propelled her hurriedly through the darkened wood. The sun was starting to set, casting odd patterns of light on the forest floor. Primeval trees seemed to groan as wind rustled their towering boughs, and birds chirped erratically, giving the forest an eerie hymn.
Suddenly, Adila leaped from the ground to a low hanging branch, using her momentum to swing to another. Higher and higher she climbed, arm after arm, into the lofty crowns of the forest. She resumed her sprint, leaping to boughs that were too far for one stride.
"Almost time," she muttered to herself. Reaching down, she somehow found the strength to move faster. In the distance, she could see her walkway of branches coming to a halt. She smiled, embracing a new obstacle.
At the gulf, rather than climb down, Adila pressed down on the final limb with all the force she could muster. The branch, not to be outdone, pushed her back, catapulting her through the air.
Adila scanned the ground below her. Where forest had once been had now been turned into a large complex. The ground came up faster than she would of liked, promising lots of pain at the very least. At the last moment she snagged a low-strung tension cable, swung around it, and then hit the ground in a tuck-and-roll.
She quickly dashed for the closest shadow- she didn't come this far to get spotted by some Joe-Schmoe guard. Once in the dark, she felt at home. Her dark skin and black outfit made it nigh impossible to see her unless someone was trying to. She slinked along the courtyard, like a panther in a steamy jungle, looking for an opening into the building. ] She soon spotted it; an open window not even ten feet aboveground, carelessly left unguarded. She quickly made her way under the sill, unsnapping a compartment on her belt. She pulled out a small stainless steel canister and yanked one end out.
The device was a strobe camera- a special gift from the tech department. She flicked the power switch then tossed it up towards the window, catching it as it fell. The other end popped, spitting a roll of paper into Adila's waiting hand.
The roll of paper's minute black-and-white pictures revealed the room was empty. Adila quickly pocketed the camera, leaping into the air. Grabbing the window sill, she pushed her lithe form through the opening.
No places to hide in there- she quickly sprinted through the halls, finally entering one of the white rooms. Quickly, she dashed up to the keyboard, closed her eyes, and pressed a large red button.
"Very good, Private," said Commander Rayfe, emerging from a hidden door. You beat the record- your record- once again. I may have to make some more dramatic changes to the course, now that you have a team to help you."
Adila cringed. She never questioned her commander's orders, but the idea of a team still was a resented one. She had only met one of her partners so far, but he spent the whole time gazing around the helicopter than listen to Commander Rayfe's briefing. When the time came to begin the retrieval, what use could he be?
"...Understood, sir," Adila said firmly. Regardless of her thoughts, the business was done. She hoped the commander didn't hear the disdain in her voice.
"Very well. Shower up, Private, and get your dress uniform on. It's time you met your team properly," Rayfe said, walking off. Adila snapped a salute as he left. She quickly walked out of the room, towards her quarters. As she stepped into the plain room, she wondered how she how the other recruits would fare on the trials ahead.
MORE IMPORTANT NOTICE- Frankly, Conary needs a codename. Since I'm lazy, I thought I'd make a CONTEST out of it. The deadline is April 27, 2004. I would appreciate it if all ideas would be emailed (use above mailing address) rather than reviewed. I would also appreciate a small blurb explaining why you feel the codename should be THE codename. Please title e- mail subject as "Codename Contest".
Disclaimer: all characters and locations unless featured in the Teen Titans show or otherwise, are property of Mr. Bigg.
LOCATION: Pacific Northwest, USA (P.I.A. Headquarters)
Adila sprinted as soon as she reached the ground. Strong legs propelled her hurriedly through the darkened wood. The sun was starting to set, casting odd patterns of light on the forest floor. Primeval trees seemed to groan as wind rustled their towering boughs, and birds chirped erratically, giving the forest an eerie hymn.
Suddenly, Adila leaped from the ground to a low hanging branch, using her momentum to swing to another. Higher and higher she climbed, arm after arm, into the lofty crowns of the forest. She resumed her sprint, leaping to boughs that were too far for one stride.
"Almost time," she muttered to herself. Reaching down, she somehow found the strength to move faster. In the distance, she could see her walkway of branches coming to a halt. She smiled, embracing a new obstacle.
At the gulf, rather than climb down, Adila pressed down on the final limb with all the force she could muster. The branch, not to be outdone, pushed her back, catapulting her through the air.
Adila scanned the ground below her. Where forest had once been had now been turned into a large complex. The ground came up faster than she would of liked, promising lots of pain at the very least. At the last moment she snagged a low-strung tension cable, swung around it, and then hit the ground in a tuck-and-roll.
She quickly dashed for the closest shadow- she didn't come this far to get spotted by some Joe-Schmoe guard. Once in the dark, she felt at home. Her dark skin and black outfit made it nigh impossible to see her unless someone was trying to. She slinked along the courtyard, like a panther in a steamy jungle, looking for an opening into the building. ] She soon spotted it; an open window not even ten feet aboveground, carelessly left unguarded. She quickly made her way under the sill, unsnapping a compartment on her belt. She pulled out a small stainless steel canister and yanked one end out.
The device was a strobe camera- a special gift from the tech department. She flicked the power switch then tossed it up towards the window, catching it as it fell. The other end popped, spitting a roll of paper into Adila's waiting hand.
The roll of paper's minute black-and-white pictures revealed the room was empty. Adila quickly pocketed the camera, leaping into the air. Grabbing the window sill, she pushed her lithe form through the opening.
No places to hide in there- she quickly sprinted through the halls, finally entering one of the white rooms. Quickly, she dashed up to the keyboard, closed her eyes, and pressed a large red button.
"Very good, Private," said Commander Rayfe, emerging from a hidden door. You beat the record- your record- once again. I may have to make some more dramatic changes to the course, now that you have a team to help you."
Adila cringed. She never questioned her commander's orders, but the idea of a team still was a resented one. She had only met one of her partners so far, but he spent the whole time gazing around the helicopter than listen to Commander Rayfe's briefing. When the time came to begin the retrieval, what use could he be?
"...Understood, sir," Adila said firmly. Regardless of her thoughts, the business was done. She hoped the commander didn't hear the disdain in her voice.
"Very well. Shower up, Private, and get your dress uniform on. It's time you met your team properly," Rayfe said, walking off. Adila snapped a salute as he left. She quickly walked out of the room, towards her quarters. As she stepped into the plain room, she wondered how she how the other recruits would fare on the trials ahead.