OK well Skofflox and I are starting this game monday night. If anyone is interested in joining in progress. I'm not opposed to that. Just shoot me a PM and we'll figure out a good place to slip you into the mix.

The Kammergericht, former home of the Prussian Supreme court, and the current home of the Berlin Air Safety Center. Less known is the fact, that it is the home of the Reserve Police Agency. Nestled in an unused corner of the giant building, the RPA carries out its work collecting and destroying the remnants of twisted technology developed by the Nazis.

You (Addison Tanner) and Nikolai Prokhov are the remnants of Easy and Fox teams. Reconstituted as the new Charlie team, you have been summoned to the office of the Hon. Myles Wright. One of the four members of the RPA Directorate Committee, the heads of the RPA.

As you arrive at the door to Wrights office, you notice a large obviously Russian man approaching you down the hall. He bellows out, "Hello tovarich!"

Tanner goes from mid-knock to pushing his cap back , letting out a whistle and looking to Nikolai drawls "Big som'bitch...friend of yours?"

Planting my hands on hips I size up the Russkie as he approaches...keeping a friendly demeanor...


Question: What is my rank?
cool pic.

Good to see you Nikolai! This must be your new team mate. Addison isnt it? He says with a grin showing off a mouth full of gold teeth. Holding out his hand in expectation of a friendly hand shake.

Thanks, I hope to insert a bunch of pics like that one to give flavor and a feel for where you are. As to rank I think some flavor of sergent thru lieutenant would be fine.

I take the proffered hand in a firm grasp, trying not to stare at his golden choppers! " Sgt. Addison Tanner, US Army Rangers by way of Mississippi...seems you have the advantage on me...." as I look to Nikolia while raising an eyebrow then back to the stranger while giving his arm a few good pumps.

 "Where I come from a man likes to know who he's jaw'n with.Whats your handle buddy?".

Oh yes excuse me, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Yuriy Lavrentiy, newest member of Able team. Nikolai and myself participated in the great patriotic defense of Stalingrad together.
"Keep your eye on this one commrade Tanner." He says pointing at Nikolai. "Hes a wild man. I watched him charge a machinegun nest with nothing more than a hand grenade and a shovel."

"You do me to much credit Yuriy." Nikolai says with a sheepish smile.

"Non-sense, as you Americans say he has a pair of brass ones. Damn look at the time." He says peering down at his wrist watch.
"I must go, I'll be damned if I'm late to my first meeting. In a day or two we should all go out for drinks. It would be good time."

Oh and before I forget Nikolai.
Полковник Казаков сказал Есть быть не более винт ИБП нравится то, что произошло с командой Фокс. Или их будут последствия. Вы понимаете?

(Nikolai responds)
Да, скажи полковник, я понимаю.

Good, now excuse me. I will you see you fellas later.

"I'll look Forward to the drinks Yuriy. A pleasure to meet you." I look to Nikolai as Yuriy walks off,shaking my head as I put my hand on Nikolai's shoulder "Well now thats a story I've gotta hear...a handgranade and a SHOVEL!? Man how much vodka do they give you guys..."

and with a grin..."Lets not be late to our meeting with the Hon.Mr. Wright" as I knock on the door.

The knock is met with a quick, "Enter", spoken in a heavy english accent. You open the door to be met by a well appointed office. Oak paneled walls covered with Oxford Diplomas and pictures from around the world. (Photos of the Honorable Wright with diplomats, military officails and what looks like a tiger hunt in India) In the center of the room lies a great Oak desk with several overstuffed leather chairs. Next to the desk is this man,

The Hon. Myles Wright, a dilettante, landed gentry, born bureaucrat, and Oxford twit as the boys in the regiment refer to him. Pouring several cups of tea into a fine set of Royal Worcester china.
"Good show old boys. I like fellows that are on time. Please have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable."

I walk into the room and stop a few feet from the desk,coming to attention and firing of a snappy salute "Sgt. Tanner, Charlie team, reporting sir." I wait a moment for Nikolai to do his gig then (giving him a quick wink) I make a show of extending my hand to the chairs and deferring to Nikolai to make his choice of seats.

I take the other seat and carefully take up a cup of the tea.."Thanks for the hospitality your Honor,makes a guy feel at home." (I shoot a grin at Nikolai as I reach for the sugar).

(First off sorry I havent posted in a bit. Crazy weekend that spilled over into monday. Now on with the game)

"Yes, Commrade Wright thank you." Nikolai says settling down into his chair with a cup of tea. "I usually prefer mine a bit stronger. But this is good."

Wright sitting down behind his desk begins to speak."Alright Chaps as I'm sure you know I've called you here to speak with you about a new case."
At 4 o' clock this morn I was made aware of a happening that may require our investigation. In the American sector their was a murder. Normally that wouldn't merit our attention. But, it seems this was particularly brutal. Seems a family was murdered in their own grocery store. I want you fellows to pop over and give it a good looking over. Heres the file. Its admittedly lite, but with the limited information available its the best we can do."
He hands you a manila folder.
(The folder contains the address and limited info on the family)
Now before you go after your current task. I want to talk to about care of your equipment loaned by the agency to you. I'll not have a rotten foul up like with able team again. A jeep obliterated and four rifles smashed? I don't care that they killed that thing. The cost is unacceptable! It costs the crown a pretty penny to provide this kit. Besides I'll be damned if I have to listen to a lecture from that bloody American in the armory, about the care our agents give the equipment. Now unless you have any other questions. You chaps should be on your way.

I quaff a bit of tea with raised eyebrow waiting to see if my partner has any questions.
(if not)
I stand and salute sharp (trying to keep the disgust from showing on my face) with a "Yes sir,preservation of surplus equipments will be a priority sir. Would it be possible to requisition a camera and forensic personel with equipment for documentation purposes if needs be sir?" as I go to an 'at rest' stance...

Well as you know old boy. Personnel is at a premium as of late. So theres no one we can send along to catalog things. But you can see about requisitioning a camera from the American in the armory. But be damned careful with it. Sorry, I hate to harp on the monetary aspect. But I'll be damned if we aren't horribly over budget.

(To this Nikolai gives a muffed snort and holds his hand up so Wright cant see him roll his eyes.)

"Yes, Commissar we understand." followed by a muffled "Вы чертовски мало жаба Оксфорде."

" Very good sir. I shall fill out the proper forms and do my utmost to bring the Camera back in working order. Now if my esteemed colleague has no further questions..." as I look to Nikolai tucking the file undder my arm " Best to strike while the irons hot sir.!" as I fire off another sharp salute then push my chair back in, turn sharply and stride for the door...

Nikolai quickly follows you out the door. As soon as the door closes to the Honorable Wrights office, Nikolai begins to speak.
That man infuriates me. He is a reminder of why we the proletariat dissolved the nobility in Russia. Self righteous bastard. Monetary aspect, my ass comrade. He sips earl grey tea and expects us to drink tap water. Money is not important. The end result, is what is important. Rotten Oxford bureaucrat piece of слизистый мусора шляхты.

As you speak a slender woman with brown hair and eyes approaches from down the hall.

We have a new player joining us by the way.
Heres his (or her rather) character.

Solange Valois
French, ex-Resistance
age 28, 5'6", slender, black hair, brown eyes

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 12 +1
Mind: 12 +1
[rolls: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/search/706497]

Cunning Hero, +1 Subterfuge
Starting Occupation: Investigative (Journalist) +1 Knowledge, +2 Communication

Physical: 1
Subterfuge: 2
Knowledge: 2
Communication: 2

Weapon: Walther PPK (stolen from a dead Gestapo  )

Background: Solange was a student at the Sorbonne when the Germans invaded. She joined the Resistance about a year later, mostly in the underground press and propaganda efforts, then as a messenger and smuggler. She was captured by the Nazis in early spring of 1944 and subjected to...things she prefers not to speak of, but managed to escape thanks to an air raid and stealing a gun. By the time of the Normandy invasion she was a cell commander (and a damn good one); she was a fierce yet pragmatic leader and got the job done, though perhaps with too many losses that still haunt her. Post-war life turned out to be rather dull, especially with limited opportunities due to sexism. She took a job as a foreign correspondent and uncovered a plot to use a mutated horror against the rebels in Algeria. She was then "persuaded" by French government agents to join the RPA....

Solange has a sarcastic wit and a somewhat distant and abrasive manner. Having seen so many comrades die, she does not easily warm to people and tells herself she does not need them. As for politics, she was sometimes affiliated with Communist groups during the war, mostly due to their effectiveness, but she is more of a democratic leftist and is troubled by evidence of Soviet oppression. Oh and of course her romantic life is a mess...she's had a string of mostly married men (to avoid permanent attachments) and it's possible even her commander might be among her ex's (if so, hopefully it was amicable!).