The sun slowly rose upon the horizon as the outline of a large base came into view. Sitting in plain sight on the hill with pants and a light brown overcoat Bacchus squinted his eyes gazing upon all the people that would be in the way for his mission. It was a simple mission but for some reason Bacchus felt that Slate wasn’t using the Giant to his full potential. No killing on this mission, other wise pay deduction. Bacchus frowned at the loss of pay, the way that the mission was set up it was basically asking for Bacchus to fail. Bacchus was hammer and everything at that base was a nail that needed to be pounded into the ground but instead of using the metal side like a normal person would Bacchus was required to use the handle which would not only take any where from five to ten times longer to complete the mission but the wooden handle was more welcoming to injuries.

Sipping a small flask Bacchus swished it around in his mouth and swallowed the drink. It had been a few days since he had had a decent nights rest and the lack of meals and R&R was starting to get to him. Not only did he have to help rescue Roland but also he had to go on a scouting mission the very next day. Here he was now waiting for his other ‘Partners to arrive’ that was another thing he didn’t like about this mission, Bacchus if allowed to could have this hole place evacuated and burnt down to ash with a few hours but with the restriction placed upon him it required three more people than were needed, in all honestly Bacchus thought it was poor management on the bosses part.

Looking through a pair of binoculars Bacchus counted the buildings and the ships in the canal that connected to the base. From what he could see there were seven buildings consisting of different vehicles the ones that would give him the most trouble would of course be the tank shells seeing as they were not only big enough to knock him back but if they hit the right place they would dig into the skin. Then there were the helicopters with the missiles attached to him the impact would be so bad but the large scale burn that would be given off by it made Bacchus shudder in preemptive pain.

This was another reason why Bacchus wanted to go in there on his own, not only could he take out the things that would be able to hurt him the most but the fact that he would not only watch his own back but those of ‘partners’ and if one of them happened to die on this mission Bacchus was sure that Slate would blame him, Bacchus didn’t know why but he got the strong feeling the boss didn’t like him at all.

There were three ships in the canal and all of them looked to have large guns on board, from the look of it the ship contained parts for the building of said vehicles that would only make Bacchus’s job harder. Letting out a sigh Bacchus sang, “In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey…”

Scrolling down with the binoculars Bacchus spotted hundred of people the size of ants from the distance they were in, unfortunately for Bacchus and them that's how big they would look up close, which was why Bacchus was reluctant to go on this mission, surely Slate couldn’t expect any to come back with out a scratch, Bacchus was going to be smashing big vehicles that tend to blow up when destroyed, not to mention that he would most likely step on a few of people in attempts to dodge tank shells and missiles full of the burning power to scorch his skin.

His drinking hand slowly lowered the flask as the giant felt the large buck knife on his side, “Don’t think I’ll be using this…” looking to a small clubbed twig Bacchus frowned thinking allowed, “He needs a twig and he hired a jackhammer…” his ears twitching slightly the seven foot giant turned his head slightly, “If I am the only one that gets here early we are team is going to have a lot of issues…” it seemed one of his partners had finally decided to show, twirling the small twig in his free hand Bacchus set down the binoculars next to his flask.

Trista Evans waved goodbye to her driver with a polite expression that hide disgruntled dislike and started walking. You would think a pretty face flirting outrageously in a language not her own (thanks in large part to some wicked cool gems), would have an instant effect of, if not obedience, at least ease of transition in a business relationship. But no, Tris still had to pay rather more than she wanted for someone in no way connected to anything Kabal to drop her out beside a hill in the middle of nowhere and keep their mouth shut about it.

Sigh.

But anyway, she was here now, and while the mission parameters had looked fun, the sooner she and whoever else Slate had pulled up for this mission were done, the sooner she could get back clubs, spas, and cheap shopping.

…..and speaking of partners in crime.

A lounging figure was coming into view, and while he had binoculars, it didn’t exactly look like he was an avid bird watcher. As she got closer, the figure just kept getting bigger- well damn, seemed like the type of guy she could take down a weapons base with…..
But if the figure did indeed turn out to be just a birdwatcher, well, he was going to be in for a hard time.

“Hey.”
She called in greeting to announce her presence as she walked up behind the lounging man. She looking a ridiculous figure to be taking on a weapons base with; the styled hair, the delicate features, the tight jean and pretty black top ensemble that seemed more at home on at city cafe than out here.
No, Tris didn’t exactly inspire awe winning confidence in base wiping operations- unless you knew about her additional abilities that is.
“And wow, there it is…..”
She continued, transferring her attention from the guy to the scenery.
Tris had, it had to be said, been rather pleased at going on this mission- it was right up her alley after all.
No sweat right?
….
With the buildings.
Oh. and the ships.
And all the annoying little, ant like people.

Okay, so this might been more of a workout than she had initially anticipated…..

But noting she couldn’t handle.

ooc - sorry for the late reply rl has been hectic recently. I'm posting here for myself and Circe so gb reply after this k?

ic - Slade pulled up as close as he could to the rally point, the sun was beating hard down on his paint leaving him with the distinct sensation of incoming sunburn. Slade had learnt to ignore this feeling however, it was in fact impossible for him to sun burn any more... Circe sat in the back, scowling at Slade's choice of hip hop to beat around his interior while sipping on a large bottle of water. As he stopped his passenger seat door opened and over the now fading hip hop his coice crackled into life from the radio.
"Welcome to the mission Alexandra, you better take your rubbish with you, you know that sh*t doesn't get on well with my insides!"

Circe scowled and muttered something grumpily as she stepped out into the humid heat of the country they had infiltrated. As soon as she shut the door, Slade still bantering amicably with Circe, he transformed into his humanoid form. As his natural vision returned his eyes focused on two figures waiting at the rally point. One was bigger than he was, which added interest to Slade's already wetted curiosity, Circe seemed to have already noticed and was walking comfortably towards the pair. Better late than never Slade supposed as his body clicked and ground into place, his legs responding to his thoughts again as he loped silently after her.

As they reached the rally point Slade let Circe deal with the introductions, his attention was already diverted to the base that their mission involved. He felt it was a shame they couldn't kill anyone, that would have made the mission much simpler. Then again Slade liked a challenge and he felt Slate knew it too, why else would he have assigned him this mission otherwise. He just hoped the other two members were as... adept... as he and Circe were, he wasn't going to babysit some tool who couldn't hold his or her own after all.

As one after another of his Partners in crime arrived Bacchus quickly looked at them all and sighed, at the two girls and a transformer. Unfortunately for Bacchus the scent of the first girl overpowered him more than anything else around him. It was the styling gel, it was always the styling gel… it wasn’t a bad smell just a potent one. Sighing again and taking a large swig of his flask Bacchus set down his binoculars and pointed to the base.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bacchus said as he motioned towards the base, “Well over a five hundred people working there, five buildings each one containing tanks, helicopters, ammo, explosives and something that has yet to be exposed.” Grinning as his attention was now fully focused on the large base. Even with binoculars it was hard to tell which was in reach one of the warehouses but with his enhanced sight and the binoculars it was significantly easier to determine what was there.

“Untold number of opportunities and the no killing rule has my balls in a vice grip…” taking off his large trench coat and stretching his body and grinning, his tattoos facing his partners, “Don’t know about you folk but, this is gonna be super hard for me,” sighing and pulling things from his pocket Bacchus continued, “Can’t go all Bane smash if I can’t kill…” shrugging and dropping his large buck knife on his trench coat then a paper clip, some string, his lucky lighter and his belt. The only things that remained on his person was his pants and his flask.

Turning his body back around Bacchus extended his large hand to each individual, starting with the woman with the hair gel that arrived first, “Name’s Giant’s Bane, friends call me Bacchus, you avoid calling me big guy we will get along fine.” After greeting the first arrival Bacchus then shook the hands of the other two leaving the Transformer last. “Right, any idea on hw to handle this or you just want to go in there and just smash?” Bacchus asked curiously as his body started to grow, “Cause if it’s all the same to you lot, I wouldn’t mind drawing the fire…” Taking a large swig of his drink Bacchus downed the contents of the flask and said, “Any complaints?”

[[OOC: Thank you all for your paience with me. Believe me when I say lonnng weeks have been going on.
And hey Circe, hope you didn’t want to post your introductions first, but if you need, just PM me and I’ll repost this later]]


The way too tall guy, with the coat, and the knife, and the hat, who strongly reminded Tris of some sort of themed wrestler wannabe on steroids had not answered her hails, instead glancing over her to size her up (as she was doing to him, she supposed), before his gaze slid behind her to the other new arrivals.

Just after she had appeared, another two characters had shown up, and then Tris too, in a very unconcealed way, looked them up and down in assessment. Yep, it seemed it was a all round group game of that fun ol favorite ‘why the hell are you here’ staring contest, which, while an interesting experience in the social dynamics of group behavior, did not exactly get the objective completed. During this time, the hi’s and hello’s were also added by the other girl.

Hmmm- yeah, she could see why the transformer dude was there, and the giant early bird, but she might need abit more of a hint with the other chic.

Tris sighed mentally.

Maybe Tris was just being pessimist and grumpy cause of the heat and the itch to smash things, but, to say that she was under whelmed in the confidence that her new teammates actually would be to pull off this job would be fairly close to the truth. She’d never worked with any of them before, though they were supposedly all Kabal, and it made her a little anxious. But hey, if they did get into hot water, Tris was fairly sure she’d be able to pull them out again…and no, she saw nothing wrong with such massive, egocentric, overconfident statements when going into heavily defended military territory- it went with the powers baby, and yes, she was just that good.

Mister Oversized early bird took a swig of his flask and began to speak, raw enthusiasm in his voice and a carefree grin on his face as his spoke of their venture.

“Ain’t she a beauty? Well over a five hundred people working there, five buildings each one containing tanks, helicopters, ammo, explosives and something that has yet to be exposed.”

“Untold number of opportunities and the no killing rule has my balls in a vice grip…Don’t know about you folk but, this is gonna be super hard for me. Can’t go all Bane smash if I can’t kill…”

Despite being put off by his somewhat crude phrasing and the fact he apparently had no issues in killing folk, Tris listened with interest…..
Her features grinning and her interest soon being diverted by the fact the interesting man was divesting himself down to his pants.
He did seem crude it was true, but he was also funny and rather intriguing…..

She shook his large hand when he offered it to her and grinned back.


“Name’s Giant’s Bane, friends call me Bacchus, you avoid calling me big guy we will get along fine. Right, any idea on hw to handle this or you just want to go in there and just smash? Cause if it’s all the same to you lot, I wouldn’t mind drawing the fire….. Any complaints?”

Tris was still smiling as she watched Bacchus grow to even more imposing stature;
“No complaints from this corner.”
She quipped, before becoming more serious;
“Its Tris here by the way.”
Quickly and belatedly introducing herself.
“But as to that fire, how about I watch your back for you so I can get you out of there when it gets too hot for you to handle.”
Yes, she didn’t say if, she said when, and plowed right on, not giving him a chance to butt in and protest. Her words were businesslike now;
“As to the issue of planning- I think there should be some. I mean, as much fun as just winging it and rushing down there would be, in the interests of not getting us all killed I ask, are we all good enough to go our separate ways and do the job? Or safety in numbers? As there is four of us- pair up, teams of two, and watch out for whatever they have down there to target a person with?”

She laid out the two options she saw working- she was comfortable with either.

“Also, to factor into the planning, I must as well mention my affinity with molecules- I can blow stuff up or immobilize it at the cellular level.”
She didn’t really like revealing her powers to all and sundry, but she saw the sense in sharing this knowledge now.
“I think we can guess the growing Bacchus’s talent.”
She was addressing the other two now;
“What about you guys?”

Alexandra was rather in an anxious mood, an anxious mood to get rid of Colombia once and for all. And Slade, poor Slade, of course, had to listen to her complaints all the way to the meeting place. This mission could have been declared very clear: smash but don’t kill. Annoying, yes, when there where hundreds of people working there, people that wouldn’t think twice before killing her or her other three partners.

When they have gotten to the meeting place, the others where already there. She had said a quick hello as she watched the two. The girl was a totally unfamiliar face but the giant however was ringing a bell into her head. She heard him speak and was focusing on hearing what he had to say but also on figuring out who he was.

The image of the Valentine ball came into her mind just as he was finishing talking, his body clad now only in pants and growing and she couldn’t suppress a grin. Of course, how could she have forgotten a naked giant in the middle of the fancy ballroom? “You planning on losing those pants on this mission?” she asked in a friendly tone as he was shaking her hand, the grin still on her face.

Her attention went on the other girl as she had started to speak. It was quite interesting to find out that her powers had to do with molecules as well. “I’m Circe and that’s Slade.” Alexandra said after Tris had finished to talk, gesturing first to her then to the car mutant. She introduced both of them by their codenames, it was a safe thing to do, seeing they have never met eachother before. If Slade wished to share his real name, a thing which she seriously doubted, he will do so, but for her there weren’t many names friends called her by. Only Slade and the mansion people were calling her by her real name, Alexandra.

“And I think we should use Bane and Slade as a decoy. They can watch each other’s back and we can do some smashing from the inside.” her head turning to Tris for the last part of the sentence. For her, it seemed the best idea, while all armed soldiers and such were busy to fight the two men, she and Tris could sneak inside and destroy. But then again, there where 4 of them and they all had to agree.

“Oh, and I’m a molecule manipulator.” She said after a few seconds of silence. She stopped, molecule manipulator would be enough for them, they weren’t sharing weaknesses and she highly doubted that there would be many things she wasn’t aware of their composition in that base. Her eyes shifted to Slade. “And Slade here can show what he can do.” she added with a grin and a wink in her friend’s direction. That was one bright side of the mission, she got to work with Slade and she was sure that they’d always do a great job, even if they have worked together only twice.