Orientation

[femforce]

"....and then he told me what we have here is a failure to communicate, bitch..., upon which I blew his head off, Sir!"

Finishing her statement, Scarlett continued to stand at attention while General Colton reviewed the report. Debriefings always ook time, no matter how well a mission went and this one had gone totally wrong from the words *get go*, making Scarlett' think they might have a leak in their ranks.

"Sir, if I may? I believe we have a mole within the rank and file Joes here, perhaps even among my own force. Cobra has done it before, replacing one of our own with a duplicate or an agent with a latex facial mask. I am just asking your permission to take this further."

[Gen. Joseph Colton]

Colton looked over the report and listened to O'Hara speak, nodding and grunting slightly under his breathe. Agreeing with her on every point she made. The grizzled, gruff original Joe looked Scarlett in the eyes.

Before speaking a smile crossed his face at Scarlett's quip.


"Heh, sounds like something I would've done."

Then he sighed thinking on another infiltrator within their ranks.

"......Always has happened Scarlett, even back to my old Platoon in WW2, infiltrators."

He closed the report, rubbing his beard, thinking what would be the best course of action.

"You have full authority, Scarlett, Interrogate each and every member of your team, report back to me upon completion of each session. So, do you have a certain member you want to start with?"

[jinx]

A rogue for the most part, Jinx had never really bothered to adhere to regs, and that included waiting to be called into what could be a private, as well as information sensitive meeting. Walking through the doors as if she owned the place, Jinx gave her usual have-assed salute to the general before coming to a stop just to the left of Scarlett, another officer.

"Jinx reporting as ordered, Sir. How may I be of service?"

[Intel]

Intel walked through the corridors from her workshop making her way to the General's office her liquid latex suit, a creation of her own, well all the suits the team wore were her creations adhered to her flesh as its name nearly implied a second suit latex suit, and it felt wonderful with each step as she made her way to the main doors of the office. She pushed them open seeing General Colton, Scarlett and Jinx all standing there.

She stood next to Jinx, the Ninja had a chip on her shoulder big time since she was basically family to Scarlett and Snake-Eyes since Storm Shadow and Snake-Eyes were sword brothers and all part of the same Ninja clan. Though they all had a reason to act that way if they did, they were the best in the world. She wondered if it was a act for Jinx, as Jinx respected Scarlett, Snake-Eyes and Storm Shadow, though she did begrudgingly respect Colton for what he has done for GI Joe. Jinx was a Maverick similar to herself. She had always felt like a outsider herself but then again it was Colton and Scarlett herself that brought her into the fold rather than prison for the rest of her life.

"Reporting as ordered, General."

She saluted and then stood there.

[Quarrel]

Quarrel had finished her am target practice at the shooting range, followed by a brief work out in the gym before reporting on time to the General's office. Her body all hot and sweating within the catsuit, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead lightly as she patted them away with her towel. Walking through the door, she saw General Colton, Scarlett, Jinx and Intel. She stood there and saluted.

"Reporting as ordered. Sir."

[femforce]

"In truth, it was me that gave that order, ladies. We need to talk..., each of us, individually, starting with you, Intel."

Turning to face INtel, Scarlet pointed toward the adjoining room so the investigation could begin. Saluting General Colton, Scarlett walked out of the room knowing Intel would be close on her heels and that the rest of the team would be "interviewed" by Colton.

[Intel]

Intel felt like that first child in school that was always being asked upon first, she nodded to Scarlett.

"Yes Scarlett. Ma'am."

She spoke as she followed the beauty into the adjoining room. Once inside she shut the doors and looked about the room her pink, black and silver skin tight latex squeaking ever so softly as she moved.

[femforce]

INtel, you've been with the corps for some time. Your record is spotless, and your contributions to the team are numerous. But, I am wondering about your activities when off duty. Normally I would not ask, but we seem to have a problem as of late, so I am asking. You may begin."

Scarlett stood at the end of the long conference table, tablet in hand. She had the team's entire history at her disposal and more Intel than INtel had herself. Tossing the tablet down on the table, Scarlett pulled out the chair and sat down, waiting for the woman to get started.

[Intel]

INtel listened as Scarlett spoke, telling her of a possible situation and asking her what she did during her off duty hours.

She stood there for a few moments in silence rather uncomfortable.

"Well, off-duty I normally am running logistics on my hardware, and making sure everything good on the security and tech side of things here on base. I also do go out once in a while to a club or two off base....."

[femforce]

"Am I led to believe you perform logistical data when off base, INtel? I thought we had received a tele-order stating no data was to be performed off the base? Would you care to explain?"

Her face bland, Scarlett leaned forward and placed her fingers together in the form of a steeple, before resting her chin on them. General Colton had real time knowledge of the interrogation going on, via an ear piece, but even then, Scarlett could not be sure just what he would hear.

[Intel]

INtel stood there for a moment finally taking a seat, she gulp Scarlett had misunderstood her she needed to clear things up.

"No, no, Scarlett, I meant off-Duty while on base I still continued my work, I am a perfectionist after all and even off-duty I am still on-duty you know that. I would never do any data logistics work or other wise off base unless we were in the field, nothing is secure outside of my tech. And yes we did receive the order. Off base I'm just a civilian, nothing more."

[Snake-Eyes]

Snake-Eyes stood in the shadows of the room behind Scarlett listening to everything in the conversation. She knew he was there, since their time together after World War Three they had grown even closer, and deeper in love if that was even possible. He stood silently as always watching and listening to everything that was going on in the room. He was there if one of the women turned out to be a traitor, though he was still curious about INtel, she had proven herself time and time in the field.

Jinx and Cover Girl were of course Veterans, Jinx honorable, and always obeying the orders of her superiors, and Clans mates, himself her brother Storm Shadow and Scarlett. He just watched Scarlett through his visor, listening to her heartbeat.

[femforce]

"I was aware of that, but I wanted to hear it from your lips before I passed any judgments. What can you tell me about this other Fort Knox, the one located up in Maine. I have Cover Girl up there now, and she's just called in for back up, which is unusual for her?"

Tossing the file down upon the desk, Scarlett walked around it and sat on the corner while she waited for an answer. If anyone had information on the fort's activities, it would be Intel, and if the woman had none, she would surely get her ass in gear and find some asap if Scarlett wanted it.

"In the meantime, I think we need to send in that support in the way of Snake Eyes. Wouldn't you both agree?"

[Intel]

INtel smiled slightly at Scarlett, relieved. She opened the folder looking it over.

"Very unusual for her, your right."

Paging through the folder, "Snake-Eyes should go, my Intel has it as a chemical laboratory, among other things. She could be in serious trouble."

She shifted slightly in her seat, as she looked through the pages in the folder.

"There's also some information that's came my way about a mysterious mercenary that is up for grabs to whom ever can afford the fee. If the person has Cover Girl targeted, it might already be too late."