Monica, Anna, and Nichole

I wish I could draw poses like this without reference pictures.  I also wish I could draw faces and eyes properly ;_;

Anna/Nichole/Monica Doodle

Their initial dealings at the Hyacinth Towers. Ignore the suckiness.

Bar Fight

From Monica's/Anna's/Nichole's story thingy XD

How Monica and Nichole Met Part 1

So this part I imagine happening a few months after Nichole's incident

The F-Team

Mission: How Nichole and Monica Met

            The party was stupid and boring and nobody was within ten years of her age. It was all old, rich, snobby people and their incredibly young and annoying grandchildren, not that she would have been much more enthusiastic about the situation if there were people her age around. Monica strode out to the front yard by herself; away from the fancy party her parents had forced her to attend with them. Yes, she knew it was the dead of night and incredibly cold outside but it was her only alternative to being around people.

           The wind whipped at the hem of the black cocktail dress her mother had forced her to wear and her hair blew into her eyes, getting caught in her glasses, as she stepped out the front door. She was a little dismayed by what surrounded her. There was a beautiful garden, filled with breathtaking fountains and exotic flowers of every kind and color that only increased in beauty in the moonlight, but that was not what caught her off guard. There were streetlights and other houses and civilization in general. Growing up in a rural part of the area had made her sensitive to these things, as they were such a rarity near her home.

          Monica walked down to the curb and glanced up and down the street amazed by the proximity of the other houses. While she was adjusting to the seemingly bizarre situation, she noticed a small figure suddenly appear under a streetlamp down the block. Initially, she thought the person just appeared small because of distance but as the figure approached it became clear that this was a rather small person. A young girls face peeked out from underneath the hood on the approaching figure. Though the girl was young she wasn’t much younger than Monica, who was only fifteen at the time.

          The girl looked up as she approached and glared at Monica who stood directly in her path. She slowed to a stop as she approached and neither girl said a word for several very long, tense moments as each girl stared into the others eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of motive or reasoning. As it became clear to Monica that the girl would not speak without provocation, she tried to think of something to say in the way of a greeting.

           “Why are you standing out here in the cold by yourself just staring at nothing?” the girl said in a polite but edgy and somewhat demanding voice. The question frightened her, mostly because she did not expect the girl to speak.

           “I-I umm, well, I don’t know really.” Monica’s voice could barely be heard above the wind but the girl understood her no problem. “What about you?’ Monica spat back in a failed attempt at wit and originality, but at least with more conviction than before.

           “It doesn’t matter,” the girl growled softy as she shifted her jacket o reveal the handle of a gun sticking from the waistband of her jeans. Instead of being frightened by the gesture as the girl had intended, a twisted sort of grin began to erupt from Monica’s face. She took a step back and a full-blown smile appeared.

          “Wanna see something really cool?” Monica inquired already knowing she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. “Can I see a single bullet?” she added, again not prepared to accept a negative answer.  The girl pulled the gun from her waistband reluctantly but with some subtle signs of excitement bubbling around her eyes.

             Monica took the bullet as the girl proffered it and knelt down on the ground, dumping a collection of seemingly useless crap from the small handbag she was carrying onto the cement sidewalk. The girl knelt down as well trying to get a better look at what was being done but Monica was bend over her hands working intently for a few moments before sitting back up and returning most of the assortment of junk of the ground to her purse, except for a few paper gum wrappers, a box of matches, the now empty bullet casing and a strange dark paste the had appeared on the ground suddenly.

            “Stand back and watch this.” Monica grinned maniacally as she struck a match and lit the gum wrappers stuck in the black goo. The display of pyrotechnics was amazing for only a few short moments of work. Red and orange sparks shot four feet into the air, sizzling and popping for several minutes before finally petering out in a multicolored final fizzle. “That was louder than I expected” Monica said with a sense of anti-climax.

            “Can you show me how to do that?” The girl asked with a bit of a nervous edge to her voice. Before Monica could respond though, she noticed the girl jerk stiffly and suddenly. Monica glanced over her shoulder and saw a cop car rolling slowly down the street. Without a word, Monica began to walk back toward the mansion-esque house from whence she had come. The girl took the hint and began to continue on her path as well but before either girl made it more than a few feet Monica jumped back around ad asked hesitantly, “Do you have a name?”

            The girl smiled softly and responded, with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, “Nichole.”

Monica, Anna and Nichole Backstory...

Here we go: here's how anna, Monica and I met! Eventually Either myself or someone else will write how Johnny, laura, jennifer and Natalie meet us three :)

The bar was filled with young, desperate men. Anna, though tough (and indifferent) wasn't used to this crowd. She had lived a life of discipline; Both her parents had been involded in the armed forces, though her mother's airforce background had influenced Anna the most. She looked around the filthy bar, trying to comprehend what she imagined the rest of her life to look like. She hadn't meant to punch the lieutenant for his remark, but at the same time, her pride wouldn't have let her walk away from the discrimmination, the sexism, without making a stand. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and yanked hard. Anna twirled around, more surprised than anything. A young man, maybe in his mid 20's, stared drunkenly at her. It was impossible to mistake the intent in his eyes... He could barely keep his eyes on her smooth face. Anna felt the usual anger build up, but she surpressed it. It was a miracle she hadn't been jailed for the incident at the naval ship, and she didn't want her life to sink to a brand new low just hours after her dishonorable discharge. Just as she turned back towards the bar, Anna saw a fist launch into the man's face, and heard a drunken yelp. Standing above the man was a woman, wearing boots and a striped shirt, glaring angrily at the now unconscious face. Anna was shocked: Who was this girl, and what possessed her to punch this, annoying but potentially harmeless man?

The mysterious girl saved Anna the awkwardness of asking those questions. "Can you believe that jerk? Sorry, but he was making a move for you... And it didn't look like you wanted to get involved. Oh, I'm Nichole. Who are you?"

"oh, umm, I'm Anna."

"Anna? Oh, ok. Hey, let me introduce you to my friend Monica. Hey, Monica!"
With that, a tall, bookish lady walked over from accross the room. She seemed timid to Anna, yet she possesed a calm, sure quality about herself. No one could mess with her. She sat on the other side of Nichole, and barely mumbled a 'hello' at Anna.
"So, how are you? That guy'll be fine... He'll wake up in an hour maybe, but he'll have a huge headache."

Anna carefully considered her answer. She had no idea who these people were, and the one called Nichole seemed kinda violent. "Well, I just lost my... Uh, job."

"Oh, that's not good."

"Yea, I know."

Anna searched her brain for something to say. Turning to Monica, she asked, "So, do you fight too?" As soon as she said it, Anna knew it was a stupid thing to say. The shock on both of their faces temporarily impeded their abilities to speak. Finally, Monica mumbled, "No... No, I work with explosives..."

Anna wasn't sure if she was joking, but the surprise and anger that crossed Nichole's face implied that Monica spoke the truth. "What?!!? Why on earth did you tell her that? Oh God..."

"What? Explosives? Why is that bad? I like explosives... I think."

Monica took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Well, umm.. Well, I kinda, I kinda..."

Nichole, with a much more controlled tone, slowly muttered "Ok, Anna, don't panic. Walk with us, we're going outside."


***

An hour later, Anna stared at her companions through the screen that separeted the front seats from the back seats in their ford van. Everything they had told her was, well, surprising and illegal, to say the least. Nichole and Monica were rogue soldiers of fortune. They traveled from motel to hotel, searching out any scum that the cops had missed. "It certaintly explained why Nichole punched that drunk guy." Anna thought. They had asked her to join their outfit, to become a warrior in the fight against social injustice. Anna might have said no.. She knew she would have walked away, except that she had no job, no means of supporting herself. Nichole and Monica, on the other hand, were filthy rich. Once Anna had told them her real story, including the airforce incident, they begged her to be their pilot. "What the hell? Its a paying job, right?" she thought.


***


As the car slowly rolled to a stop, Anna saw a filthy hotel light flicker. Nichole opened her door, and frowned slightly. "I know this isn't a 5 star resort, but places like these are full of jerks that the cops are too stupid to catch. This is where we find most of our targets."

"I see..."

Monica spoke up for the first time in over an hour. "You better get some sleep. We're going to hit up a nice resort tomorrow-this guy two rooms over said he's going to unload a bunch of drugs in room 217 of some resort... I think its owned by the millionare they call 'Alex'."

Anna nodded. She knew she had made a dramatic choice earlier. Never again would she fly in the air force.. Now, she was working with two dangerous women who, in fact, detested the military, or at least the American military system. She supposed she could get used to it, this new life she picked up in a bar. She would have to, she couldn't back out now. She sighed, took one last look at the ford van, and walked into her hotel room. "A drug bust at Alex's hotel? What did I get myself into?" She thought. "Well, it doesn't matter... Get a good night's sleep, don't think about it..." Little did she know, one little drug bust would change the course of her entire life.


I severely apologize for all the errors... Its like 11:46 or something & I'm super tired :p

Nichole's Past

This was a bit of an experiment style wise....it looks really messy, but achieves the creepy effect I was going for. This is my interpretation of Nichole's backstory (the part when she steals her parents files)

Nichole's back story... part 2

The interview was over... And Nichole felt safe. She had fielded her parent's questions with ease, pretending she was the innocent 12 year old her parents thought they knew and loved. As she climbed back up the spiral staircase to her room, she paused and looked back down. Her parents had moved on to interviewing the household staff. A momentary flash of panic hit her. What if someone innocent died because she forgot to close the office door? She couldn't let that happen. She ran the rest of the way to her room and slammed the door shut. She always felt better when she wrote things down; it made her feel like the plan was already in action before she had even thought of it. As she scribbled down notes about anything, and everything, she knew about cover-ups (which amounted to very little), she heard two shots ring out downstairs.

***

Nichole sprinted clumsily down the staircase, stopping at the landing. Immediately she saw Farren, the family gardener, standing over her dead parents. They were slumped over the desk they had been sitting at, the desk Nichole had broken into. Farren's eyes flashed to Nichole, and fear seized her. She had always trusted Farren (she had no reason not to), but the Smith and Wesson in his hands led her to believe he had shot her parents. There was a moment of silence, and Nichole realized she couldn't move, even though she desperately wanted to. Finally Farren spoke, speaking in his low and calm voice, "I'm sorry, I had no choice. They were going to kill me, I don't know why". Nichole let out her breath. "Farren, I... I didn't know you knew how to shoot guns". It was a stupid thing to say, she knew, but the sight of her dead parents was almost too much for the 12 year old to handle.

***

Farren led the confused girl outside the office. No one was supposed to see that, especially not his bosses' daughter. Now, what to do with the bodies? What to do with Nichole? He hadn't thought this very well through, though to be fair, he didn't have any time to. He turned to survey the young girl, who stared dumbly back at him. "I'm so sorry. I'm..." He turned from her, because he knew if she started crying, all would be ruined. No one else had heard the shots, but someone would surely hear the young girl wailing; all of the staff had been trained to respond instantly if Nichole had ever wanted anything. While Farren sorted through his thoughts, Nichole suddenly regained her mental faculties. No, it wasn't a tragedy that he shot her parents! She really didn't have any attachment to them, because nannies had raised her from birth. And any danger they might have posed to her was now gone. She turned to Farren, who eyed her, and spoke the words that would forever change her life: "Can you teach me to shoot?"

***

In the months that passed after the accident, Farren and Nichole bonded quickly. This was the first time in her life that she felt a connection to someone. Though she still called him by his first name, she really felt he was her new father. They went out shooting almost everyday, and Nichole was quickly honing her natural talent. She still was able to act, though, and it saved both of their lives once again. In the hours after the incident, Farren had called the police. When they arrived, Nichole, tear-stained, walked them to the office. She made a point of crying hysterically: it seemed natural to her that a young kid would be distraught in a situation like this, and it also distracted the cops. The cops didn't stay long: they had medics take the bodies, and they questioned Farren and Nichole. Neither admitted to anything, claiming that some masked man had run quickly into the house and shot the couple. It wouldn't be hard to believe, because Nichole's parents had many enemies, and the bullets were untraceable. Custody was given to Farren, because Nichole had no living relatives, and it was what she requested. The house, the cars, everything, was now hers. She liquidated her parent's assets (the legal ones, anyways), and prepared herself for the life that awaited her. It would be different, sure, but far more enjoyable. She would never again have to wonder if her life was in jeopardy, and never have to tip-toe around her parents.

***

She held the gun in her hand, and glanced at the target. She liked the weight of the gun in her hand, and she liked that Farren now trusted her to shoot without him breathing over her shoulder. She cocked the gun, took one more glance at the red and white target many feet away, and squeezed the trigger. Of course the bullet hit the bulls-eye, she had known it would. She turned and grinned at Farren, who nodded back at her. She had a good eye and a steady hand, and it was due to this that Farren presented a new challenge to her. She could handle one gun fine, but how about two? Was her left hand as steady as her right? Was her focus strong enough? Farren decided, what the hell, why not? It surely couldn't hurt to find out. And it was in this manner that the two spent the rest of her adolescent life.



Ok sorry, the ending sucks, but I couldn't figure out how else to end it :p

Born to Run

Well....on the car ride up to Reno, I was listening to the Boss and a bunch of his songs inspired me to do some F-Team pics with corresponding song titles.  This is supposed to be Nichole on a motorcycle, but the perspective and her womanly figure are messed up.  Oh well...........who likes the sagebrush?? :D That's pretty much the scenery around here XD

Nichole's Backstory... Part 1

The wind was blowing strongly when Nichole snuck into her parents office. She was usually a calm person, but the wind caused the 12 year old to shiver. This was the moment she had been waiting for: her parents were on a "business trip", meaning Nichole had the mansion to herself for a couple of days, minus the servants. She tiptoed to the desk, where she knew her parents kept the finance records. She slowly pulled out the first drawer (careful to wait the required 5 seconds to bypass the security alarm), and exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding. It was very important to her that she find out what her parents did for a living; she suspected their "business" wasn't exactly on the up-and-up. As she lifted the first set of folders onto the desk, she knew she had found something... She just didn't know what it was. On the cover of the folder were the words "Change APR for Dannie Mason" and "Santa Anita on Saturday". Nichole stuffed the folder in her sidebag, shut the drawer, and ran from the room. Her parents wouldn't be back for a couple of days... She could figure out what those notes meant later.

While she slept, her parents pulled into their massive driveway. It had been a successful trip; All four horses that Nichole's dad bet on won, though he had known they would in advance. Nichole's mother was pleased too, for she had a particularly lucrative week at the bank that she owned. It was this mood that the two parents made their way through the front door and around the leather sofa in the living room... It was this mood that almost made them miss the obvious signs of intrusion in their office. As their pleased moods quickly wore off, they noticed the door slightly ajar, and inside they saw a drawer askew. They panicked; all their most intimate and damning paperwork was in that desk. Immeadiately they sent orders to summon everyone in the household, and this included Nichole.

Her heart pounded. "Mom and Dad aren't supposed to be back yet! Oh God, how could I have left the door open? They'll figure out it's me..." She tried to compose her thoughts, because she knew that if her parents even suspected she was involved, it would mean her life. Her parents had no loyalty except to money, and she knew that lately, she had been costing her parents more money than she had been making. As her parents motioned her over, she resolved that she wouldn't let them figure out what she had done. "I'm going to fool them until I can figure out what they're doing. I won't let them catch me." Her resolve, rather mature for a 12 year old, was due to the fact that she knew her parents couldn't prove it was her. She had always wanted to be an actress, and she knew that if she didn't succeed in her first role as an innocent preteen, it could be her last role. Ever.

Part two will be coming later lol :)

Based on Laura's "Rope Doodle" Part 2

Sorry that I'm entering this in really small portions, but it's the only way I will remember to put stuff up here

Mission: Get attacked by Doug's Dogs

“What do you need me to do?” She smiled innocently; trying to ignore the fact she was undeniably about to commit several felonies.

“Police evidence database.” That was the only thing Natalie needed to know. She pushed her glasses up her nose and set to work with a satisfied smirk on her face, eager for the challenge that she was about to face

Nichole finally slouched into a chair while everyone waited with baited breath for Natalie to access the database that would allow the team to fortify their plans. Despite the tension, they slowly and quietly began to formulate a plan out loud, rather than just in the deep, convoluted recesses of their individual minds.

They had plenty of details on the police headquarters stored in their endless archives of information but they had never tried a full scale break in on the headquarters before. Everyone was worried about whether or not they could pull it off effectively but their plans continued to pull together, nonetheless. An air vent on the roof would be an easy access point that would allow them to take advantage of Anna and her helicopter and give them and easy access point. It also gave them a way to enter without being forced to climb a fence topped with barbed wire. From there, the combination civilian cars and cop cars they could see around the station from the air, along with a list compiled after months of recon, would tell them which officers were on duty and which were currently employed in the field, giving them a better idea of what would be awaiting them and how to handle it. Inside, depending on which officers were on duty, they might be able to walk straight in and break open the evidence lockers to get rid of what they needed but it was equally as likely that they would have to subdue several armed officers before they were able to access the evidence they needed.

Whatever happened, while Natalie busied herself hacking, everyone else planned on how to handle it. They had plans to deal with every plausible turn their mission could take and many implausible ones as well.

“Got it!” Natalie exclaimed, quickly followed by a sign of relief. The smirks of joy quickly spread across every face in the room as they realized they now had a huge advantage.

Oh god what is this?? XD

We're playing a video game of some sort.  Nichole looks like she's winning, Anna's laughing at us, Jennifer is betting money on the outcome, Suzy's being cool, Laura's threatening Natalie with a knife, and Monica's hanging out with Pluto.  Oh god, I'm tired XD  It's sooo ugly......

Based on Laura's "Rope Doodle" Part 1

This is just the beginning. Mostly, i kind of want to make sure it makes sense before i keep writing. This is based on a convoluted story i made up as the background of Laura's "Rope Doodle"

The F-Team.

Mission: Get attacked by Doug’s dogs.

They rode the elevator to the top floor, burying themselves in waves of whispered curses. Nichole and Suzy were openly furious, while Laura and Jennifer kept their sentiments to themselves despite their anger and fear being palpable. Monica kept her head down and her thoughts to herself in order to not provoke anyone more than she already had. Her actions were the reason for the failure of their previous mission and the cause of their current predicament. 

Nichole stormed into the penthouse that served as their headquarters at the head of the pack, as always. She bellowed for Natalie, who supposedly arrived ten minutes ahead of them. Monica began and continued to spew apologies until Pluto, being as overly sensitive to his owner’s emotions as he was, wrapped himself around her ankle, begging for attention. The rest of the team settled violently into the luxurious chairs and sofas around the room, all wondering the same thing, “What happens next?”

They had never screwed up quite so badly before. Monica had accidentally triggered a security alarm no one knew about and forced them to clear out of their intended target before they were able to get rid of any forensic evidence. Despite their current state of panic, knowing every piece of evidence they had left behind gave them a distinct advantage. Being professional criminals also gave them a distinct advantage but they all assumed that.

While Nichole stormed around the room, waiting for Natalie to arrive, everyone’s doubts and fear began to grow. The adrenaline from their quick and clumsy flight was wearing off and terrifying visions of the uncertainty lying ahead took its place. Most of the evidence left behind was fairly damning and the whole team knew that the police were eager to convict them of anything.

Knowing that they were relatively screwed didn’t stop anyone from trying to think up ways out of the punishment that awaited them. Jennifer’s plan involved a cunning and patience that none of them possessed. Monica’s involved enough explosives to put the entire police force out of commission and draw the attention of most of the country, which would for sure get them caught. But these unrealistic plans plus the rest of the outrageous plans everyone had formed would come together, like they always did, and form a very near flawless plan that would save their collective asses.

When Natalie finally arrived, Anna was close on her tail and the tension in the air could have suffocated anybody unfamiliar with the scenario at hand. In their typical fashion, no one said a word until they had all assured themselves, to the best of their ability, that these were indeed members of the team and not imposters. Natalie immediately getting through the security system on their computer was their first big hint.

         
“What do you need me to do?” She smiled innocently, trying to ignore the fact she was undeniably about to commit several felonies.

Rope Doodle

Haha, I don't even know what this is.  Nichole and Jennifer are sneaking in somewhere and run into Sherbert and Spike, I guess.....

Nichole's Bio

Bio number two!! :D Once again, let me know if there are any mistakes or changes you want.

Nichole

Sorry for the picture spam :P This is the picture I'm gonna use on Nichole's profile, but I like entering these twice cause the picture quality goes down when I re-size it to fit on the bio sheet.  It seems I can't escape from the anime eyes/style -__-

Monica's Story :D

Monica sent me this over email:

The F-Team Mission X

The piercing ring of the phone made her jump as she drove down the highway so late at night. “Answer” she spoke slowly so her hands free device would understand. As she heard the ringing stop she spoke “Hello?” The response wasn’t a shock.

“Get over here,” Laura’s voice stung after the quite drive she had been enjoying.

            “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Nichole quickly checked her mirrors and her blind spot, although she already knew she was the only car around for miles, then swung across the four lanes highway, getting off at the next exit. Though quite annoying, she had to admit Laura’s timing was dead on. The timing of the phone call had allowed her to get off the highway less than a block from the apartment.

            The blackness of night had stolen the color from the bright flower arrangements that led into the complex. Your average person might have found it creepy but Nichole preferred it this way, as she knew her teammates did as well. The walls were stone and gray brick that cast subtle but incredibly eerie shadows across themselves without sunlight present to fill the dark lines between stones.

            Running her hands along the walls, Nichole jogged up the steps as stealthily as she would were she on a mission. You never know who’s watching. She slid the key from her back pocket and unlocked the door.

            “What is it?” The words had escaped her mouth before the door had opened far enough for her to see whose faces lay inside. Monica let out a small squeak while Laura and Jennifer simply stared expectantly over the computer monitor. “Fine, I know what it is. Details, please?”

            “We’re waiting for Suzy, I don’t want to have to go over everything a hundred and twenty times.” Laura said quietly without raising her eyes from the monitor or interrupting the steady sound of the keyboard clacking beneath her fingers. Or it might have been Jennifer typing; she couldn’t see either of their hands.

            She took a few steps further inside while looking over her shoulder to make sure the door was locked. As she felt her eyes adjusting to the bright room, her ears were working overtime listening for anything suspicious. Paranoia always got the best of her. Despite her training and the intense silence around her, nothing struck her as suspicious. A television in an adjacent apartment, the keyboard clacking, the obnoxiously loud tick of Jennifer’s watch that always drove her nuts, and the ghost-like purring of Monica’s eerie black cat. Suddenly, footsteps. She saw the rest of the team’s eyes’ jump up as well. After a second they collectively relaxed, it was Suzy. They all recognized the sound of her footsteps, it was distinctive, unique even, and when you spent as much time listening as they did, a sound as distinctive as this was always a relief.

            The doorknob turned, the lock clicked, and Nichole felt her back arch and nerves go on end despite the certainty that it was Suzy opening the door. Damn, stupid paranoia. Pluto, the cat, hissed and bolted off under a chair. Suzy entered and immediately went to the computer taking Monica’s seat as she launched herself onto the floor to lure her cat back into her lap.

            “Okay, now, can we get details?” Nichole shot at Laura. Laura answered with a dirty look, it was playful but there was still a bit of honest spite in it. Nichole knew that she would get annoyed as well if the team were constantly pestering her for details, so she didn’t feel offended.

            Laura cleared her throat importantly before starting, hoping to get Monica out from under the chair. “Just start, she already read it over your shoulder,” Jennifer stated.

            “Mostly, I was hoping she’d shut up before I started but, whatever,” she cleared her throat once more, “So, as you all know, there are a couple of targets we’ve been planning on hitting up for a while.”

            “Like that jewelry store with the owner who buys blood diamonds and supports all those barbaric rebel groups in various African countries?” Nichole questioned, unsure of exactly which targets Laura was referring to.

            “Like that bank with the scummy board of directors who report charity donations they aren’t making just so they can get a tax break?” Suzy inquired, as Monica finally brought her cat out from under the chair and stopped cooing at it.

            “Like that-“

            “Yes, all of those places, the whole list, well not the whole list, but, my point is there seems to be another team out there who is going down a really similar list to ours and it’s gonna start screwing with our plans. If they are taking these places out before we can, then we have no work. They seem to be a lot quicker at planning these things our, so they are probably a lot sloppier about it.”

            “We know they are a lot sloppier,” Monica interjected. “The cops are getting suspicious, which is also really bad for us.”

            Jennifer jumped in at this point. “I was thinking that we could do a stake out and confront whoever this is. They’ve already taken out three of our top targets, if we stake out the next one on the list; they’re bound to show up eventually.”

            “Their last hit was two weeks ago and there was exactly sixteen days between the earlier robberies so I say we start the stakeout as soon as possible to look for suspicious characters and possible set up and any other scheming that might be happening around the building.”

            “Do we know which target is next?” Suzy asked while her eyes flicked down the document opened on the monitor.

            “We’ve been thinking about that. We think it’s the storage facility on 6^th that the owner uses for cockfighting after hours. Poor little chickies.” Monica made a sickeningly cute face at her cat with her final statement.

            The next several hours spent working out a schedule for their stakeout and perfecting their stakeout method, including how to warn others of any information that was collected in the process and what the plan was when their opposition began their hit on the facility. Finally, just as the sun began to rise, the plans were done and Jennifer took off quickly to prepare before her shift on stakeout.

            As Jennifer left the room, Laura tried to stifle a yawn and failed. Her failure meant that the yawn was passed around the room several times before they collectively stopped yawning. “I guess that means we should all get to sleep,” Laura stated as she stood up and headed towards the door. The rest followed her out of the room groggily and headed towards their respective beds.

            While the rest of the team hunkered down for some sleep before they had to deal with their day jobs or work for the team, Jennifer found an average looking car and filled it with some empty boxes before she head over to the storage lockers. Her job was to scope the place for anything that was different from their latest blueprints and see what, if anything, had already been done by their competition for the impending break in.

            She entered slowly, casually, a smallish box under one arm, the only one that actually had contents. When she reached the front desk she placed the box on the counter and cleared her throat lightly as she reached for her wallet.

            “Can I help you?” a balding man behind the counter asked with more than a little bit of disdain. His bad comb-over and cracked glasses were distracting but Jennifer did her best to ignore them and focus on being personable.

            “Yes, do you rent on a monthly basis?” she asked in her best impersonation of friendly and honest. The man still looked suspicious but that was most likely related to the fact that he was a criminal.

            “Yes, two hundred a month plus a fifty dollar security deposit for your medium sized locker. Five foot by ten foot, ground floor, pay upfront.”

            

Character Bios

I'm trying to make some character bios, but I don't really know what sort of information to put on them.  I made a sample one with Nichole, but I don't know what else to add to it.  

Aaaargh, what's with the white space next to the picture??  >_<

Mission Ideas and Background Stories

Nichole's Mission Ideas

1. we find out that a CEO of a bank is embezzling funds that would have gone to some charity, and we go in to the bank where he is (and where his money is) and shoot him. we then take the money and make an anonymous donation to the charity. later it shows that we took some of his personal money (that he didnt embezzle) for ourselves.

2. There is a serial killer loose (in LA?) and we compete with the cops to hunt him down. Later we find out its a her, and she is well established in the criminal underground (we've all heard of her). She is on a murdering spree because her partner was shot and she can't handle the grief, so she takes it out on others. Then, we find out she kidnapped Arend with the intention of killing him, and we have to rescue him (unfortunately for us) Arend witnesses us killing her (in order to save others), and we are subsequently wanted by the police. We have a moment in the apartment where we discuss whether its ok to kill in order to save more lives.

3. There is a gang of robbers in town, and they are targeting places we have been considering robbing (a jewelry store that gets it's diamonds from slave-operated mines in Africa, another fraudulent bank, etc.) and we plan a stakeout so we can find out who these people are. They turn out to be a group of guys that's similar to our group, and they propose an alliance to rob a high-security compound. Along the way some of us get crushes on some of the guys in their group, but jennifer is suspicious of them, and thinks they will double-cross us. It turns out she is right, and during the operation they leave us holding the bag (metaphorically & literally speaking). We barely make it out alive.

4. We go hunting for the group of guys that double-crossed us. We get close several times, each time resulting in lots of gunfire, knife-throwing, etc. We finally track them down, and have an epic battle of sorts. We win, obviously, though we had to kill their leader. Arend & the rest of the police force find them after we've left, & swear to find us. Later, the girls in our group who had crushes on some of their group generally act heart-sick & what not.

Laura's Background Ideas: 

Jennifer: Her parents and sister were killed by corrupt police officers when she was young, and her mother and sister were raped.  She doesn't really trust men, and hates cops with a passion.  She is sent to an orphanage where she pretends to be a perfect student in school, but in reality, she sneaks out to play poker with a couple of local criminals.  She is a genius at both playing poker, and stealing money from those that displease her.  The criminals take a liking to her ( I dunno how they met yet) and they teach her how to use weapons.  They also give her a nice collection of knives.  She's always looking for gullible kids to help her with her schemes.  

Laura: (lol third person.  This is also one of my most developed ones XD) Her father was a violent sociopath, but her mother didn't figure it out until it was too late.  Her mother tried to leave him and get a divorce to protect her children (me and Johnny) but he eventually tracked them down and brutally murdered her mother by shooting her multiple times while the kids were watching.  Laura grabs a knife out of the kitchen to defend herself and her brother from her father.  He threatens both of them with the gun, telling them how he will kill them.  Laura manages to stab him with the knife before any of his shots can hurt them.  She becomes terrified of guns and feels a connection to knives.  She and her brother are sent to separate places.  She ends up at the same orphanage with Jennifer.  Jennifer forces her to do well in school and promises her the collection of knives if she helps her out in one of her schemes.

Nichole: (You can change it to whatever you want, but this is what I have so far) She basically lives by herself in a gigantic mansion, but never gets to see her parents.  Suspicious people are always coming by her house to see her parents.  She can't seem to figure out where her parents get their money.  Luckily, her parents have a private shooting range, so she spends all of her time developing her shooting skills.  She begins to suspect her parents are involved in criminal activities, so she looks up their private files while they're away on a "work trip".  When they return, they suspect somebody has read their files, but she is such a good actress, they don't ever suspect it's her.  She leaks some of their secrets to the police, and soon she hears the news that her parents have died in a horrible "accident" and all of their fortune was left to her.  Wanting nothing to do with their dirty money, she donates it to a charity and begins to find her own way in the world.  

Mission 1, Page 1

Although technically it's not the team's first mission together, I opted to call it mission one to make organization simpler.  Oh, and by the way, I know the last panel doesn't have a speech bubble...I'll have to fix that later.

Group Picture 1

From left to right: Suzy, Jennifer, Nichole, Laura, and Monica