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 Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 9:07 pm
The Pentagon
The Pentagon is the headquarters of the United States Department of Defense, located in Arlington County, Virginia. As a symbol of the U.S. military, "the Pentagon" is often used metonymically to refer to the Department of Defense rather than the building itself.
Designed by the American architect George Bergstrom (1876–1955), and built by Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, general contractor John McShain, the building was dedicated on January 15, 1943, after ground was broken for construction on September 11, 1941. General Brehon Somervell provided the major motive power behind the project; Colonel Leslie Groves was responsible for overseeing the project for the Army.
Underground Facility: New A.R.G.U.S has claimed the Underground Facilities of The Pentagon for their new base of operations. They have commandeered most of the underground floor space as a means to hold meta-humans and means to protect important U.S Citizens from metahumans in the case of a crisis.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:49 am
It wasn't a long flight in the Presidential Chopper. The two of them would literally drop off at the airport to board Air Force one and be up in the air for six hours. It was interesting to say the least, watching JEZ-B11 thumb through the notes over and over again when, in all honesty, she had very little reason to. After one look she probably had it all saved in her data banks, she had perfect photographic memory after all, but she still made her way through the leaves as if she was looking for something. The President couldn;t help but think it was some sort of human instinct, was she trying to make herself look more human? He didn't know and it couldn't have been that important a question because he was soon dozed off asleep.
It wasn't until they touched ground that a Secret Service member woke him up and escorted him and the cyborg to the Presidential Limo. It was dark, street lights began to turn on as they headed passed the White House and towards the Pentagon. "I hope you do not mind going straight to the Pentagon. We do really need to start this briefing asap." The car skidded to a halt and the two passengers were taken into the Pentagon and down into the Basement area where ARGUS had made their new holding. The President signalled for JEZ-B11 to sit down and eventually, he did too switching on a projector with a remote and allowing it to display the top secret files for 'PROJECT PANTHEON'.
The Secretary of Defence tapped nervously, he'd been waiting for a while but the President, in no real hurry looked towards their guest and asked: "Are you ready Miss?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 3:09 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
 
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Intrigued
Company: President Obama, Secretary of Defense
The ride from Ferris Aircraft to the Presidential Helicopter was....awkward. The General was with them the entire ride, and obviously would rather dismantle Jezebel than see her with the President, or with anyone for that matter. Thankfully that trip had not taken long and soon the General was left to stew on his own with his troops as Jezebel and the President were whisked away in his helicopter, and then Air Force One. At that moment, the most advanced piece of technology was literally in what was probably the most important piece of technology for the United States.
As the large modified Boeing aircraft touched down, Jezebel stood and straightened her skirt and hair. At some point she had dozed off during the flight and had apparently tossed a little bit here and there. With her appearance fixed to where she was at least content with it, she followed the President silently and closely. She had found nothing new or missing with the files she had been given, or at least nothing that made her cautious. Nodding to the President as he mentioned that they were going straight to the Pentagon, Jezebel merely stared out the windows of the Presidential limo.
Finally arriving at the Pentagon, Jezebel exited the vehicle and followed the President, along with his Secret Service entourage, down deeper and deeper below the physical Pentagon. Taking a seat as directed by the President, Jezebel's eyes watched the screen, except for the moment when the President asked if she was ready. "Yes sir. And please, call me Jezebel, Mr. President."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 3:28 am
The President looked towards the girl calling herself "Jezebel" and pursed his lips at the thought of calling her such. She was apparently the world's strongest super computer and as such she blatantly knew the other things that word could mean but had chosen it anyway. Why? Was it because of the fact that squinting at her serial number you could see some sort of resemblance between B11 and Bell? Who knew but the President simply cleared his throat and laughed it off as he replied: "I'd rather not."
He clicked the button on the clicker and suddenly, the file moved to a picture of the classical Pantheon from Greek Mythology: The Olympians sat around just doing theri thing depicted by the imagination of some great painter. "Project Pantheon, is our plan to assemble our own group of Titans/ Olympians to protect the general public with some sort of backing from the United States government. Eventually, once they have proven their worth we will extend them towards the UN and make them a worldwide protection force but before then we must wait and see what is to come of the team you assemble. We want you, as JEZ-B11, a weapon on behalf of the American People to go and capture the meta-humans that are located within the folders we handed to you and recruit them to the cause of defending our great nation as an arm of the state. Do you accept this mission?" The president looked towards Jez expectantly and the others gathered around the table also seemed tense.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 8:38 am
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Intrigued
Company: President Obama, Secretary of Defense
Jezebel frowned as the President refused to call her by her name. It was a bit insulting despite the fact that she understood why the man probably didn't want to use the name. Even beyond the Christian Bible the name had seriously negative connotations. Still, Jezebel could not be further from those connotations. Being part machine had some affects on one's desire to be intimate with others, or at least one's confidence in pursuing such things. Jezebel had not even kissed another person at this point in her life, despite the experienced demeanor she took on.
Listening as the President clicked the button on the clicker, Jezebel could barely contain her chuckle. Such a cliche thing to do. A picture of the Pantheon as an ice breaker for discussing the project the President was starting. Looking around the table as the President spoke, Jezebel's sensors analyzed the air, picking up the pheromones being released by those in the room. There was fear, nervousness, a hint of anger, and a lot of confusion and concern. Jezebel smirked as the President finally asked Jezebel the all important question. Would she do the job. "On three conditions. One. Ferris Aircraft is independent of US Government or Military control. No more just marching in and demanding whatever you want. Two. I get a security clearance high enough to go into any area of the United States except for the White House and the US's physical nuclear silos. And three.....one of the famous secret squirrel blank checks. This will not be cheap Mr. President."
O.O.C.
Sorry for the horribly long wait bro. :/
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:05 am
Mr. Obama looked around towards his peers around the table as the android not only laughed about the picture to Project Pantheon, which you could say was somewhat expected, and as she made her three conditions clear to the men's ears. You could tell almost instantly that some of the men were concerned about the conditions as the young lady made her way down the list. However, even with their concern The President saw it fit to at least think about them and mull them over.
The first demand was probably the most unpopular and even though he was somewhat understanding as to why JEZ-B11 would like her home to remain neutral; the truth was that giving it such freedom was dangerous. Ferris had proven itself quite the disloyal investment over the years. It always seemed that they were happy to take the government's and, by proxy, taxpayers money so that they could develop new weapons and hire new staff. However, they were beginning to not follow through with their contracts, as was visible with JEZ herself. She was supposed to be a military contract in order to thwart cyber terrorism both domestic, foreign and alien. But Ferris had taken a new approach to the matter. It annoyed the White House , honestly and when you thought about it in simple terms, there were far too many military assets within the company and truthfully: It was the only carrot they could dangle in front of the android to guarantee her cooperation. It would be stupid to give that up so early in the game. "I'm afraid Miss on the issue of Ferris, there is a slight problem. The assets contracted to Ferris by the Government that they have either refused to hand over or are stalling to build are too important. However, if you successfully assemble the Pantheon and then lead it to a far successes; I will be more than happy to think about letting Ferris go. Security clearance will be afforded to you as it is needed, whilst the cheques will not be blank but they will be filled in with a certain same amount In acquisition of each target. You will get a cheque at mission start for your budget and you will get a cheque at mission end for your services."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 1:42 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Intrigued
Company: President Obama, Secretary of Defense
Jezebel watched the President as he seemed to think, her cybernetic ears picking up the slightest whisper, movement, sigh, and even the silent fart the Secretary of the Army tried to let go. Classy. As the President began to speak, from the second word, Jezebel just smiled, cocked her head to the side, listening to the man. When the President finished speaking, the cyber woman looked down to the floor, nodded, and chuckled.
Suddenly the projector flashed and showed a screen divided into four displays within the original perimeters of the previous display. Soon text began to type across the four smaller displays. The top left read out 'NORAD Command and Control Center', the top right was 'Minot AFB, Nuclear Launch Control', the bottom left 'Department of Defense Communications Hub', and the final one simply read 'U.S. Money.'
Looking up, Jezebel's eyes calmly scanned everyone in the room, her lips remaining shut to allow the initial shock to settle down. Anyone who would have pulled a gun on the cybernetic woman would find themselves ignored. Finally the woman spoke, her words directly to the President. "President Obama, lets be clear about something. What I request of you, well, only requested to be nice. To see how willing you were to cooperate with what I wanted. You see, my life will be on the line. However, you will still be smiling on the television, and even denounce me should things go badly. You offer your political mumbo jumbo as a way of hopefully bullshitting me into doing this for nothing. If I truly wanted money, I'd already have it. I already have access to every area of the world, one way or another. And I can make the government look like such the shitbag in comparison to Ferris that you would quickly allow Ferris to become its own sovereign nation. I'm trying to play by your rules, but when you bullshit me...when you toy with me...when you treat me like a stupid ******** computer. That's when I get pissed. I know every secret this administration has. From the affairs to the covert strikes and programs. The only reason no one else knows is because I love my country and I pledge allegiance to it. And unlike your wife, I put my hand over my heart during the national anthem. You want me to round up at least half a dozen of the most powerful people on Earth, and risk my life to do it. Then you give me what I want. Because, if you don't, I will just take it anyway. I'm not just a weapon, Mr. President. I am the mother ******** weapon."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 11:58 pm
The President's eyes widened as the screen began to widen as he watched JEZ-B11 take over many of the US defense systems single-handedly, in no time at all, without a physical connection input. It seemed stupidly unlikely that any of this could happen but it actually was and the men surrounding the table all began to rise to their feet; some, including the soldiers around the table and guarding the secret room, even pulled out their guns and pointed them towards JEZ-B11. Obama didn't wish for it to be this way, he hadn't wanted any of this but as the android's temper spiked and seemed misappropriated towards him for some off reason just because, well, he was being honest and reasonable and not stupid: It seemed like there would be no other way. Rising from his own seat and raising his hands in the air; the President simply began to leave but as he did so something would begin to happen on the screen that would probably catch the android off guard.
Everyone saw Obama as the guy who couldn't do anything, that didn't like using force to get his way and in a way they were right; when you were a democrat President surrounded by Republicans whom would block your every bill, harm people by not passing health care legislation and being overall stupid there just wasn't much you could do. When someone like that sat opposite you and you needed them and you tried to be helpful, well, when they brought your wife into things: You weren't going to play nice anymore. It was that simple. So, as the Wayne Tech Symbol appeared on the screens blocking JEZ-B11's entry to the Government network Obama parted with a few simple words: "Holding your heart during a National Anthem doesn't mean anything. It's what you do in honour of that anthem that defines you. When it's done, imprison her in Stryker's."
With that he was gone but the threat, what he meant was about to happen was just beginning. Bruce Wayne had given the government this software just before his disappearance in case some of the Legacies ever decided to use their abilities for bad instead of good. Now, it was fortunate that JEZ-B11 was the one whom triggered the protocol because she was feel the full effect as a virus or "Worm" catapulted itself across the connection she had opened up between herself and the network and that Virus simply mutated out of control, multiplying into packets of smaller worms and those worms once again uploading more and more worms until eventually; the virus would cause her systems to overload and send a current of electricity through her and stunning her. It was originally meant to do this to computers and fry whomever was sat at them undetected before reporting their location. However, when you were actually a living computer...
Well...
It was tough luck.
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