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Taskforce 39: Offical Roleplay

SecretAlliance10

Branch: Janus

This is the moment you all have been patiently or unpatiently waiting for...the official Taskforce 39 roleplay! *applause clapping, cheering, and one who yelled 'You rock, Lauren!'* Thank you, thank you *I take a bow*. Now I have 21 members: 14 girls and 7 boys. Within one or two weeks, I want you lot to write up your POVs of part one/Chapter 1, and so on with the other weeks each time I start up the other chapters with my POVs, ASAP, or else I'll cancel Taskforce 39. *Audience gasps or d'ohs* Sorry guys, tough love. Now here are the members and Chapter 1/part 1 with my POV. If you made it to be a member, congrats.
Lucian: Kathrine (half Lucian), Adrienne Cahill (part Lucian), Vanessa Kabra, Sylvlynn Rogers (part Lucian), Richard 'Rick' Kabra, Nicholas/Nick 'Webster' Cahill, James.
Ekaterina: Kathrine (half Ekat), Adrienne Cahill (part Ekat), Abigail 'Abby' Cahill (half Ekat), Abigail 'Abbey' Sailor, Sylvlynn Rogers, Zoiee Cahill, Nicholas 'Nick' Cahill.
Tomas: Olivia 'Ivy' Cahill (half Tomas), Adrienne Cahill (part Tomas), Sylvlynn Rogers (part Tomas).
Janus: Zacharia 'Zac' Cahill (me!), Emily Cahill, Adrienne Cahill (part Janus), Abigail 'Abby' Cahill (half Janus), Sylvlynn Rogers (part Janus), Seanna Cahill, David Wizard, Justin Cahill (biologically), Jayden Knight.
Madrigal: Olivia 'Ivy' Cahill (half Madrigal), Adrienne Cahill (part Madrigal), Kate Hues, Sylvlynn Rogers, Kate Hall, Hannah Cahill, Justin Cahill (by name).

Chapter 1: Beginning of the End
Zac Cahill's POV

Ring! Ring! The final school bell finally went! Ever since the Clue Hunt stopped, I had to go back to school much more often than my freelance Janus work at kicking Vesper butt. But I miss going on official Janus missions. I remember being undercover in the Tomas Yakuza to find out the clue they were guarding like it was two years ago when I was 11...oh wait...it was two years ago when I was eleven. It was fun to draw on their faces whenever they fell asleep in the apartment.
"What are you going to do this weekend?" Rachel Moriarty asked and slid her lip gloss across her mouth, staring at the girls' bathroom mirror.

Although she was the total opposite to me, she was my only best friend ever since Year 3 (Lauren: That's Australia for 3rd Grade). She's the Carly to my Sam, the Rocky to my CeCe, the Teddy to my Ivy, the Dr Holiday to my Agent Six, the Cat to my Jade, the Tish to my Lor, the Harper to my Alex, the Katara to my Toph, the Allie to my Jo, the Jane to my Roxy, the Cody to my Zack, the Josh to my Drake...okay, you get the idea: I'm cool and tough, she's smart and sweet. You can tell by her appearance: long black curly perfect against her oval face, violet wide-set eyes, a helper's nose, creamy skin, her skin was all over her slim and tall body, she covered it with a floral summer dress up to her knees, a pink sweater vest and a pair of matching flats.

"I don't know," I tiredly waited, "Maybe paint a couple of abstracts, finish off reading Death Bringer...I just remembered Dad's movie Soul Suckers is premiering next week at Grauman's Chinese Theatre, one of the songs my mum composed for it was a series of heart beats in a creepy tune. It's going to be awesome!"

Rachel seemed excited too, "I can't wait, I heard Tim Burton co-directed and co-written alongside with your dad. I know I don't really watch horror movies, but a chance to to meet Burton in person, it's going to be great."

It might have been confusing to tell which one of my parents is the Janus Cahill and which is the Non-Cahill, the horror film director/playwright or the film soundtrack composer. My Dad is a high ranking Janus in the council, and my mum is just a creative Non-Cahill who was told about the Cahills when they were dating. Rachel was finally finished with glossing her lips and walked out of the bathroom, I took one glance at myself. I didn't dress like Rachel at all or look like her. My Dad always told me I'm an uncanny deadringer to my ancestor Jane Cahill, same brown prominent eyes, same pale heart shaped face, same strawberry lips and same button nose. But apart from creativity from her, Picasso, Edgar Allen Poe, Bram Stoker and Van Gogh, I'm nothing like her in personality so I try show that I'm nothing like her by chopping my wavy and wild hair to chin length, and dying it once a week in two usual colours completely in large streaks. The week during then I dyed my hair magenta and neon green, meaning the clothes I was wearing were in the same theme: my smokey eye shadow was magenta, my lips were painted with metallic bright green lipstick, a black studded belt, neon green fish net arm wear, black lacing pants, green ninja tabi boots as I am a Kunoichi, a magenta rivet top, and a long black leather hooded coat with the sleeves rolled up. It's just my style with a hint of Janus. To many people, I look like an abstract painting, a neon sign or someone out of a madhouse, better than looking like Jane the Prissy. Ugh!
I wandered out of the school with Rachel and spotted a blank brick wall of an alley across from the school. My jaw lost attachment to my head and dropped.
"You want to grafffiti it, don't you?" Rachel already knew the answer.
"No, I just admire the brick work of that alley," I chucked sarcastically, "See ya, R."
Rachel called back as she went off to the bus stop, "Toodles, Zac."
She may say goodbye with the annoying word 'Toodles', but I'm just glad she didn't call me by my full name: Zacharia. It doesn't really sound tough.But 'Zac' so does. Back in the hunting days, the other branches feared the name 'Zac Cahill', they might still now. Without anyone noticing, my ninja stealth and swiftness dragged me into the alley, I opened my spraycans and took a deep breath, about to make art...until my iPhone rang. I peeked at the screen to see the Caller ID, it wasn't Dad, Mum, Rachel or the Janus headquarters. I couldn't decide what to say, 'Who's this?' or 'Don't interupt me when I'm graffiting!'
But I just went with one simple and common word, "Hello?"
"Is this phone secure?" a wise male voice that sounded a little old.
"Don't tell me this is one of those irritating phone insurance surveys." I sighed.
The voice sighed itself, "Zacharia, it's William McIntyre."
Most people respect McIntyre, I don't, he reminded me of my Mum when she's serious about something bad I did, "If you're going to call me 'Zacharia' one more time, I'll give an atomic wedgie right over your head to your feet. And then I'll kick your butt."
"Zac, I was in the Navy Seals. I doubt you can beat me in combat."
"Willy, I slammed a dozen Tomas goons into skyscraper walls with just one stone and one slingshot. We could go back and forth all day, but we both know who's going to win here."
"Anyway...you're invited to Taskforce 39. The Vespers are now closer to conquering the Cahills and the world. There need to be flies on the wall to stop them, that's what Taskforce 39 is for. We need them at front lines before the Vespers could make one single move."
"A little over dramatic, don't you think." I muttered.
"Go to these co-ordinates in Washington D.C. within four hours." He sent me a text of the co-ordinates, and said back to me, "Just don't draw on the members faces when their asleep."
"Aw, but that's the best part." I grinned and we both hung up. I texted to Mum and Dad about joinning, my dad was thrilled and my mum was nervous yet proud. So I'm going.
I was on my way out of the alley, that was before a giant of a man in a complete black buisness suit, I tried to go down the other way. But it was guarded by a man very similar to the other. I spotted an emblemed 'V' on their collars.
"Vespers." I grumbled and slipped an emerald green sai into each hand, ready for combat with a wily smile, "Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry. And we all know how this is going to end. You either going to be on the floor unconcious or dead. You'll probably be dead if I'm cranky, and I just got out of frustrating double maths."
Slow sarcastic claps emerged out of the shadows of the alley, not coming out of the Vesper goons. I was shocked to see who it was.
"What a marvelous performance, Zac." Rachel Moriarty said in a shrewd tone I never heard before.
"Rachel, I can explain---"
"Explain what? That I knew you were part of the second most powerful clan in the world, and that I was really a Vesper spy the whole time, not your friend. Do you really think I would be friends with a freakish outcast like you?"
A mix of emotions swarmed inside of me: confusion, shock, sadness, loneliness, but mostly anger. During the hunt, I never let anyone tricked me, but I had no idea I was tricked by my best friend for most of my life!
"So what are you going to do now?" I was surprised at my own voice being so unemotional.
"Kill you, of course," Her smile was too friendly to even say those words, "Vespers are spread out across the globe to kill all Taskforce 39 members before they go to the co-ordinates, stopping them before they stop us. You should've spoken to 'Willy' away from your 'best friend's' bus stop."
My confidence returned, "So you admit Cahills are better than Vespers because we were worthy to kill?"
Rachel's grin drooped into a glower, "Get her."
Both the Vesper goons charged for me, they didn't notice I was already gone thanks to my ninja speed and silence...well, I wasn't really gone. I was in a split above them with the feet against the walls to hold myself up. I pulled my legs together to flip over (front flip), the Vesper goons were stunned by me not being in the same spot to not notice me diving down. One Vesper goon tried to grab me as I came down, I grasped his arm on my way down and flipped him to slam into his pal. Vesper Goon 2 got up and clutched me in an arm lock, but I stomped on his foot to let me go, I jumped and gave his head a spinning wheel kick to his head. It may have been super fast, but it felt like one of those movie slow motion moments. It seemed too easy, at least that was what I thought before they got up, their skulls must be think for their tiny brains. It was about time I put the sai's to good use. My fingers began to spin them, getting used to the rapid movement. One tried to strike down on my head with his arm, but I blocked it with one of my sai's down my arm, he pulled it back which gave him a painful looking scratch from the sai and I took the chance to punched his face with my other sai's ball end, and pushed him back with a flying back kick into his stomach, he flew into the building across the road. The other Vesper goon got up and tried to punch me, but I used one sai's hook to catch his arm, slashed the Vesper's neck with the other sai, jumped into the air, flipped over and hooked my foot on his chin as I did so, dragged him with me on the way down. In the end his head landed on the ground first.
"Do I have to do everything myself?!" Rachel growled, sliding out a katana sword.
I swiftly ran forward against a wall before she could make a move at me. As she brought down her sword, I slapped both my sai's onto the blade, and I tried to twist the sword along with her. But she twisted the hooks of my sai's and my body, too. It ended up have the both of us twist in midair The momentum ended and we had our feet squarely in the middle of our own wall (Rachel on the left wall, and my feet on the right) for a few seconds. We launched ourselves in the air, crisscrossing to each wall and swiping our blades at each other every time we were in the air, on the way to the top. The last move I made at her was a slash diagnoally down Rachel's face, giving her a bleeding line soon to be a scar. She didn't look so perky anymore.
"Oops, sorry, friend." I chuckled and landed on top of the left building as Rachel landed on the other.
I sprinted across the roof and lept off the edge, diving down to my black and green motorcycle's seat and zoomed off on my ride. Rachel and the Vesper goons were back in a black SUV after me. Vesper Goon 1 climbed out of the moving car and jumped forward to me, he didn't manage to crash on top of me when I bounced onto my bike's handles, facing the SUV, steering the bike away from all the cars and trucks while standing on them. Every punch he attempted, I would block them with my sai's and then gave a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, knocking him off the bike and knocking him out cold onto the road. Vesper Goon 2 was too busy driving the SUV to bother leaping onto my bike, his pistol gun peeked out of the window and started shooting, not one bullet made it to my flesh. It wasn't because he was a terrible shooter, I just had better reflexes. With my sai's, I either sliced rocketing bullets into bits of metallic dust or knocked them off course. I knocked off the last bullet and it shot into Vesper Goon 2's skull, dead or asleep. Either way, Rachel must've put the high tech SUV on autopilot as it kept driving when she lunged out of the car with her sword. It was the alley all over again, just us clashing blades.
"It's too bad you chose the wrong side, Zac," Rachel somehow looked stunning even with her crazy grin and her new scratch, "You would've made a wonderful Vesper."
"You mean step on people just to get my own way, sorry but I don't do that!" I roared, under the pressure of Rachel's sword.
"Oh really, what about Bob?"
"Who's Bob?"
"That Vesper who was driving the SUV you just killed, sounded like something a Vesper would do. Wouldn't you agree?"

Anger built up inside me about what she just said, I couldn't answer. Not with words anyway. I kicked her off my bike in her stomach, she flew straight across, crashing in the glass windscreen of the SUV. The car malfunction and came to a halt, leaving only a traffic build-up behind. I lowered myself back in my bike's seat, trying to make sense of what just happened. I turned up the turbo and zoomed off faster than any of the surrounding vehicles, making my way to the co-ordinates. To make sure the members of Taskforce 39 were okay and not killed by Vespers.

Within only a few hours thanks to the turbo speed, I was in Washington D.C.
Did the co-ordinates lead me to a tall and futuristic skyscraper? NO! Did it lead me to a headquarters blimp? NOT EVEN THAT! The co-ordinates led me to an empty car park, one of the biggest I ever seen. It was completely empty, there was one porta potty in the middle of the wide and deserted car part with no other buildings around.
"This can't be it." I wondered if I got the co-ordinates wrong, "The headquarters of an elite Cahill group cannot be a porta potty."
But I remembered that in the Cahill world, things are not what they seemed to be. When I was seven, my Dad took me to the Los Angeles Janus stronghold, I thought it was going to be a glamourous theatre, when it was really the Hollywood sign with the 'O' as the entrance. Wishing I brought a nose peg, I hopped off my motor bike and made my way down the car park, into the rotting porta potty. The inside was entirely dark, it was a good thing because I didn't want to see any 'surprises' someone made in there. I was ready to get out, until I heard a female electronic voice say 'Please flush'
"I don't think porta potty's have the flushing thingmajig." I was awkwardly said to the voice.
'Please flush' it said again, it was then I saw a glowing grey button on the wall a few feet from the door.
I uncertainly pushed the button and waited for something to happened, I must've been in there for so long, I though the floor was moving down...until I realised it was moving down like an elevator without walls. The wall-less elevator stopped at a black catwalk, the sides going down looked like they were going downwards forever. The edges of the catwalk lit up bright white, not bright enough to show the eternally black giant hall. I cautiously strolled down the catwalk, staying on high alert after what happened with Rachel Moriarty. The catwalk led me down into what seemed like a command centre, the whole room was a metal dome with various of surveillence screens high up and keyboards low down. In the middle of the room was a 'C' shaped metal table with the empty centre facing the catwalk. Sitting at the table were twenty Cahills either younger than me, older than me, or just the same age (13). There was only one chair left, a sure sign saying I was incredibly late. I sat in my chair and everyone stared at me. There were only two reasons for them staring at me. 1. They were surprised at my hair and the way I dressed, I stood out like a 70s hippy in the army fighting Korea in the same era. They all wore simple jeans and T-shirts and other simple clothes. 2. The Janus or the other branches had the hawk eyes to realise, without the dyed hair and the make-up, I'm an eerie resemblence to Jane Cahill.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I dress weird and I look like a branch founder. Big whoop! Let's hope you don't get a whoop in the gut if you keep gawking at me like I have a pigeon on my heat." I grunted before they all slowly looked away.

I know that was not a good impression on my new teammates, but I just found out my best friend wasn't really my friend but just a Vesper spy who tried to kill me. Cut me some slack. I took a good look at all of them. Most of them were girls, only seven were boys. Let's see. There was a girl with arm lengthed brown hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, red lips, heart shaped race, blue eyes and an average nose. I think I seen her before at some Janus strongholds. Next was a girl who looked exactly like Olivia Cahill, the mother of the branch founders, I'm glad I'm not the only deadringer. She had wavy raven black hair which made her green eyes glow, although it was kind of messy, she wore a simple T-shirt, a vintage necklace and cuff, I could see she wore a hint of lip gloss. After her was a guy who looked eleven with green eyes, and brown hair slightly dangling against his round head. Around his neck was an emerald necklace. I think I saw him at the Janus strongholds too. Then was a girl who I thought was Natalie until I remembered Natalie was kidnapped and she would never wear anything tomboyish like her: olive skin, deep dark eyes, and silky jet black hair. Another eleven year old guy was after her, not much to him. Dark brown hair and tannish skin, although he acted kind of hyper in his seat. Next to him was a girl with brown hair that goes down to her back, half tanned yet half pale, I think she's around 5 foot something, and has green eyes...does everyone around here have green eyes. After her was a girl whose face is uncanny to Luke Cahill's if he was a girl: a tanned oval shaped face, pink lips and a longish nose, on the top of her head was dirty blonde hair. Next, a girl who I immediately assumed was a born Madrigal: long blackish brown hair, she was kind of short and had somewhat tanned skin. After her, a curly brunette with a face full of freckles and two blueish green eyes. The girl next to her had auburn hair with blonde streaks, tanned skin obviously from travelling, green eyes again, freckles and two little pearl earrings. The short girl next to her had auburn hair too, only dark with a blue stripe, icy blue eyes, a heart shaped face like mine and pinkish lips. After her was a girl with a light brown ponytail, blue eyes with a hint of friendliness and hazardous, taller than the girl before her and seemed slender, in her hair was a flower clip that didn't look like any ordinary clip to me. The girl next to her was the only one I saw with braces, she looked average with her brown hair, brown eyes and bits of freckles on her face. Something told me that the guy next to her was a Lucian: black hair, tanned skin and deep brown eyes. The other guy next to him I knew was an Ekat: dirty blonde hair down to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, a little scrawny but otherwise strong and tall. His skin was almost golden, he wore ordinary glasses, and an aviator's jacket filled with machine parts and I think a dart gun. A very tall girl was next to him with long dark auburn hair, green eyes and glasses. There was one guy who caught my attention for a little longer than the others: he was about 14 with lightly tanned skin, bright icy blue eyes and spikey brown hair, he wore a red T-shirt, a black jacket a jeans. I sure hope he wasn't obnoxious. After him was a guy who seemed like someone you would typically see walking on a street, wearing a Harry Potter Gryffindor Quidditch shirt. Next was about with sharp features, almost as pale as me, with fair hair and was muscular. Lastly, next to me near the end was a tall girl with long blonde curly hair like sunshine, pale skin and aquamarine eyes. I drew what happened today in my sketch book filled with hand-drawn comic book pages and tattoo designs, all as a few comic book pages. I'm hoping I would publish my adventures as a Janus in comic book form. Well, if some Cahills got away with publish a series of books about Amy and Dan in the Clue Hunt, then why can't I publish my own missions as a comic book spinoff? Five adults appeared up from the floor in the middle of the empty space of the curved table, by a wall-less elevator. I knew who they all were, the first was an ageless woman in a heavenly white buisness suite with long lucious raven hair...it was NRR! Nataliya Ruslanova Radova! The biological Lucian/Madrigal agent who helped Amy and Dan find their fifth clue! She looked amazing in person. Another woman stepped off of the wall-less elevator, her short dark red hair in curls, eyes of wisdom behind simple glasses, and clothes entirely of black with a little something of gold: an Egyptian amulet. It was Jude Watson! The Jude Blundell/Watson! The biological Ekat and Madrigal agent who wrote many of the published clue hunt cases as books. Next off the elevator was a man who looked like a professor, Nearly seven feet with dark skin, a large belly and a scar running down his face that was too similar to the one I gave Rachel. It was Professor Robert Bardsley, the biological Tomas and new Madrigal agent who helped Amy and Dan in South Africa. Next was another woman dressed in floral patterns with dark skin and was between her 40s to her 70s, that was Camille Wizard, all I know about her is that she's somehow connected to the Wizard family, is a biological Janus and a Madrigal agent. Finally was a man I wasn't too pleased to see, William McIntyre.
"Hey, Vulture Dude." I waved to McIntyre, the man with the vulture-like features.
"Zacharia, we've been over this in Morocco. It's just Mr McIntyre." he sighed.
I snorted, "Pfft, and I told you it's just Zac, but now you're just on the road to an atomic wedgie to your feet, Vulture Dude," he glared at me before I sighed, "Fine, I'll call you Mr McIntyre...the Vulture Dude."
Some of the members sniggered, others who actually had respect for Square McIntyre didn't surprisingly.
NRR spoke to us with a beautiful Russian accent that reminded me of something from a James Bond movie, "As you all know, there has been a situation with us and the Vespers. Now the Saladin League that includes Amy, Dan, Hamilton, Jonah, Sinead, and Ian, are dealing with the main part of the situation: getting the hostages back by getting the artefacts the Vespers need."
"But," Jude added, "It isn't enough. While they are following the orders, there needs to be group to go against them, to take down the Vespers before they could even think about domination plans, also a group to be our eyes, a group to be our sticky fingers, a group to be our investigating brain, a group to be our shield. That's what Taskforce 39 will do.
Professor Bradsley continued, "Out of millions of Cahill agents, the Madrigal branch has picked all twenty one of you as our Taskforce 39, the best of the best. And of course all of you are kids, the Vespers would expect their ultimate threat to be ruthless adult, they wouldn't expect...well...you."
Camille proceeded with the speech, "But we only heard of your talents and your stories through rumours, sources and papers, so we will be testing to see if they are true."
Vulture Dude finished off, "There will be four trials, each with a group of tests. Trial Levianthan, Trial Wyvern, Trial Otso, and Trial Lycanthrope, we will see you take the test individually or in groups. After the quick tests, it's time for your first mission. Now all of you go with Ms Radova to start Trial Levianthan."
NRR added on one more thing, "Zac, you're first."
I didn't know there were going to be these test, I thought it was straight to the missions, I blurt my question out loud, "What? I didn't prepare for this! Why me?"
"Last to come in, first to start. And personally, I think this is the disipline you need, Zacharia." I swear I saw McIntyre's lips lift slightly into a smile.
"It's Zac! Z-A-C! You've been warned. You will get that wedgie."

NRR led all of us into a metal room with a couple of sofas, with a long window looking down at what seemed to be a testing room as big as a basketball court, covered from wall to wall, floor to the ceiling, with panels of blue metal panels bolted down, lit by flurescent lights. It was set up for one of the tests: one one wall was a row of market stalls with part of a shade tightened to each one, a row of cars lined up vertically on one part of the floor wit a traffic light. Across from the stalls was one of those tall road lamps that are curved. And in the middle of the room were two mannequins dressed in trench coats and fedoras.

She began to explain Trial Levianthan, "The first examination of Trial Levianthan is to test your stealth and spying skills you will need in the field. With the camera phone I hold in my hand, you will take pictures of the two 'Vespers' handing an important package. You can do so by any of your own stealth and spying methods with any equipment you have, as long as you get clear photos of the drop-off. If the motion sensitive cameras in the 'Vespers's eyes notices they are being watched, then they will shot you with paint balls that will act as bullets."

YES! Stealth is what a kunoichi is best at. I'll have this hands down, NRR thought I was ready, too, "Alright, Zac. You first."

She had no idea I was already gone until she saw her camera phone was no longer in her hand, I don't think NRR or any of the other members knew where I was during the test as they tried to spot me through the window, it was almost like they were playing 'Where's Walldo'. While they were trying to spot me, already I sped through the door into the testing room. First I slid across the floor into one of the market stalls (under a table covered completely by a festive blanket) without a sound and without a glance from NRR or Taskforce 39. I snapped a low picture of the mannequin Vespers. At lightning speed without being spotted by the watching group or the motion sensitive cameras of the mannequins, I grasped hold of the horizontal pole in the stall's shade that kept the shade from drooping and flipped myself upward, lying flat as my hands held the bottom horizontal pole and my feet were stanced onto the upper horizontal pole against the wall. The camera phone was being held by my teeth and I snapped another picture. I swiftly scootched my hands and feet along to the next stall's shades, sheltered by them and snapping more pictures with my teeth. When I was up to the last stall, I dived behind the cars without a single gaze from the Cahills trying to spot me. I commando-crawled underneath the cars, taking pictures along the way, and I made it to the traffic light. Without one peep from my clueless audience, I sprung to the top of the traffic lights with my hood up and my coat black keeping me out of sight, allowing me to take an aeriel photo. Last but not least was the grand finale, I sprung up as fast a ninja (duh!) to the curved road lamp and grasped out a ultra thin and strong fishing line. I set the phone to automatic picture taking and tied the fishing line to the antena. In a rapid pendulm-like fashion, I sway the phone around the mannequins without anyone noticing.

"I'm back." I chirped after I swiftly came back to the viewing room without a sound, I actually made The NRR jump.

"Wer...we...were you behind me the entire time?" NRR practically stuttered.

I shook my head proudly and handed the phone back, "Nope, I was taking pictures. The setting has some great hiding places and my ninja trainning made it easy to go from place to place with silence and speed."

NRR gazed at all the photos I took, "Crystal clear. I never really expected someone other than a Lucian to be so sneaky...no offence, guys."

Everyone else was next, one at a time. Some were as good as I was yet with different methods. Some were just...umm...not good. But the next test made somewhat of a fool of myself.

After the stealth and spying test, we all sat in the sofas and NRR gave each of us an iPad with a series of codes that was just looked like gibberish to me, NRR only explained what we were meant to do and not what the codes mean, "You have twenty minutes to decipher this code."

"Great, it's like double maths all over again." I mumbled.

"Yeah, and I was starting to like this place, too. Who knew it could be like school so fast." Someone whispered to me, even though my mumble was actual to myself. Somehow, the comment made me snigger a bit. The whisper came from the fourteen year old guy with spiky brown hair and black jacket.

I scoffed softly, "How is codebreaking going to help fight Vespers, 'I'm going to blow you up with my secret weapon...da! da! DA! Pigpens' "

He joined in my little imitation, " 'You pigpens are no match for my polybius squares' I know what you mean, I'm more into weapons and combat, myself. Danger is just so more fun than cracking symbols."

"Danger is addictive yet deadly, kind of like watching to much TV. Except you actually have an awesome adreneline rush."

"It's more like playing music if you ask me. Do you play an instrument?"

"Nah, even though I'm a Janus. I cannot play an instrument, my Mum does though and she's not the Janus parent. My Dad's the writer, my Mum's the composer and I'm just the girl who can make anything with colourful slop. What about your family?"

"Well, I'm a Janus, too. But I would rather not talk about...my...f...family right now." He was hesitant.

To me, it could only mean one thing, "What happened to them?"

"Vespers." His voice was then out of character, cold and serious.

"I know what you mean, I really do. I'm not just saying that. I just found out my best friend wasn't really my friend and was really a Vesper spy."

His voice was returning to normal, "How do you know?"

"Well, her trying to kill me with a katana sword and her telling me she was a Vesper spy were pretty helpful hints." I grumbled.

"I'm Jayden, by the way. Jayden Knight." He held out his hand.

I don't know why, but I blushed when I shook his hand, "Zac Cahill."

"I know, you spelt it out very loudly to Vulture Dude." Jayden chuckled. I then chuckled, we both chuckled.

By the end of the test, we had no idea what the code meant, most of the other agents were very good codebreakers. Jayden and I had nothing, at least we weren't the only ones who chatted during the test.

NRR introduced us the last test of Trial Levianthan to both the agents in the viewing room, and me through the loud speaker since I was the first to be down in the testing room, surrounded by those red and white target you would usually see in archery, "This is the Weapon Accuracy test. With what ever shooting or throwing weapon you have, you need to strike at the targets...before they strike you."

"What do mean?" I heard Kathrine ask NRR through the speakers. I was wondering the same thing.

The next thing I knew, one of the target's shot out a blast of bright yellow light, causing a huge hole in the wall.

"If I wanted to be killed with an ironic twist, I would've gone to the Vespers!" I called up to NRR.

"Last to come in, first to---" NRR explained.

But I already knew by finishing it off, "start. I know,"

I brought out all the shurikens and mini sai's I could find out of my coats. Once I heard the horn, I begun. I slipped most of the mini sai's and shruikens at mega speed, all bullseyes. I couldn't get all the targets, there were too many. But I had an idea. I stood in front of the target and waited for the yellow blast, I felt the intense heat and lept onto one wall then pushed myself off quickly with my foot and flipped back. I watched in upside down view of what happened, a yellow blast from the target I stood in front of missed me and struck into the target across from it. And while I was upside down in midair, I threw the rest of my shruikens and mini sai's into the targets as bullseyes. I landed like a cat, almost all of the targets taken down.

"You missed one." the boy with the emerald necklace, who I overheard his name was David Wizard, spoke into NRR's microphone. Without looking, I threw one more shruiken into the last target.

All the other agents were tested on the Weapons Accuracy test using their own personal weapons like me, some were awesome and others were just weren't NRR's place was taken by Jude Watson who came in the viewing room to explain the first test of Trial Wyven, "The first test is to use all the mechanical parts you see on the floor and put them together into an invention in the fastest time possible. Ready, set, go."
It was a group test, we all had to race each other to create an invention. Obviously each Ekat actually made inventions.

I was the last for Jude to judge mine, "What did you make, Zac?"

"At first it was going to be a small missile, but it fell apart. So I tried to build a radio watch, that just exploded. So now it's not really an invention, it's now just a small pop art sculpture symbolising the over demand of comercial products." I showed her the tower of mechanical pieces fitted oddly together.

"Oh well, it is very beautiful."

Next, was the second test of Trial Wyvenn when each of us, together in the headquarter's lab to combine several chemicals in alternative rocket fuel...it didn't work out as for the other branches compared to the Ekats, let's just say Taskforce 39 needs a new lab. The last test for Trial Wyvenn was computer hacking. I had no clue what I was doing, the computer codes didn't make any sense. So I just played a computer game instead.

"Hey, Jayden," I whispered, "I got up to level five!"

"Of the firewalls?" Jude asked looking over my shoulder as she over heard me.

"Nope." I gulped."

"A computer game? You were suppose to be hacking."

"I'm an artistic kunoichi. Not a computer genius, or chemistry genius, or...well, just not anything Ekats can do."

"Don't worry, you're going to love Trial Otso. It's up now."

After my little talk with Jude, Professor Bradsley came in and told us about test one of Trial Otso...through the loudspeaker as we were all led into the testing room blindfolded and seperated, "We used a realistic hologram program...hey, that rhymes...anyway, we used it to project entire forest. You need to use your knowledge of direction to go to the finish line first in the north. Now take off your blindefolds. And Go!"
I hurriedly took my blindfold and found myself in a realistic night time rain forest, I tried to find my way around, but I kept tripping on the foam rocks and I'm used to more urban mission settings. Although I was in room, I knew one thing.

"How could I get lost in a holographic forest?!" I barked, I looked up and saw how realistic the night time sky was and it gave me an idea. The finish line is up north, so all I had to do was follow the holographic north star and it will lead me to the finish line. I watched the brightest star and made it to the finish line at fifth place.

Once the holographic forest and foam rocks disappeared and were replaced by red laser beams bouncing off the walls, we were back in the viewing room, except for me. I was sent down to the testing room.

"Now flexibility is important during situations you will probably be in...laser beams are most likely. Go through the laser beams and press the button at the end wall so I could see your time" Professor Bradsley talked about the second test of Trial Otso, "And, Zac. Last to come in, fi---"

"Yes, yes, yes." I interrupted Professor Bradsley, "Last to come in, first to start. You lot are starting to sound like broken record players."

Most people would go through laser beams slowly, not me! I went through the laser beams with ease by acrobatics: flipping, springing, jumping off walls, and it all happened so quick that when I pressed the button on the wall, Professor Bradsley announced the time, "14 seconds."

"Oh yeah! Zac's a winner! Winner! Winner!" I couldn't resist jumping around excitedly. Of course, I wasn't too excited when some people actually beaten my time.

The next test was..."Rock climbing," Professor Bradsley explained after the laser beams were gone and the rock climbing wall was set up, "It's going to be a race, rock climbing not only demonstrates...well...rockclimbing, it also shows your strength and endurence."

I'm not quite sure about climbing, I just use ninja jumping skills to get from place to place, but I do have my limits so I could use climbing skills. But all I did was drag myself up the plastic rock, it was like crawling vertically only much hard, surprisingly, I came in third place.I guess I was just fast and strong without knowing.

Trial Otso was over and Trial Lycanthrope has begun with Camille leading us to 21 secret doors in the testing room below the window of the viewing room, "Each one of these doors contains a changing room, filled with various items. You have three minutes to make a disguise, you can either disguise as a real person or make up one. And you time starts...now!"

And with that, each of us rushed into our own changing room. The items were a mop, some spray paints, a needle, plenty of thread and a thimble, moulding wax and various tea towels. I knew exactly who to disguise as, it was going to be hilarious! First, I took the mop top off the stick, straightened the streaks, and spray painted it deep black. Next I used the spray paint to make my skin darker, sculptured the wax into the right facial features and then I spray painted them the same colour as I did with my skin. And lastly, with the tea towels, needles, thread and thimble, I created the most girlest and posh outfit that looked like it came from Prada.

"Time's up! Let's see your disguises." Camille declared, everyone came out at the same time.

Everyone's disguises were amazing, mine was....drum roll....an exact copy of Natalie Kabra, "Oooo, I'm Natalie Kabra! I'm so rich, rich, rich and spoilt! I have better clothes than everyone in the whole wide world! You better do what I say or else I'll use my deadly china doll!"

Most of the agents laughed at my imitation, I even caught Camille giggling, "Right everyone, get back to your normal clothes because it's time for the martial arts test." YES!

Once everyone was back to what they wore before, even the paint washed off, I was sent down to the empty testing room. I didn't complain this time because I was going to use my best skill...Martial Arts, Janus are natural at martial arts. It does have 'arts' in it.
Camille explained through the loudspeaker to me, but also to the agents, "Here's what you need to do. There are going to be some robots sent in who are going to attack and you have to fight back."

I wait for more instructions, there wasn't anymore, "That's it?"

"That's it. So basically you need to try to survive. There are still some defects."

The doors of the testing room opened, took a deep breath and got into a fighting stance with my sai's out, only coming out of the doors were tiny metal men the size of Barbie dolls. "That's it!" I laughed, I heard everyone else laughing in the viewing room and I continued to laugh, "Those are the robots! You thought those tin-men were going to kill me. What will my tombstone say 'Zacharia Cahill: Died from being poked by teeny toy robots' "

I stopped laughing. Everyone stopped laughing. All stopped for the sight of the robots growing into hulks half the size of King Kong. I was still ready. I foughts. Kicked, I punched, I struck, I jumped off the walls for surprise attacks, I flipped, but most of all, I sliced the robots into pieces with my sai's with every chance I was given. I remembered when I flipped over one robot backwards and drew with the blades as I went over, slicing it into two. Only within seconds I was surrounded by scrape metal. We had to get replacement bots for the other agents to fight.

This was it. The last test of the last trial, "Escape Artistry," Camille explained, "You're going to be tied up in chains in a tank of water, you have ten seconds to escape."

"What do you mean 'going to', I'm already in!" I called out to her as I floated on the surface.

"Last to come in----"

"First to start. I'm not a goldfish. I do remember these things."

"You start now."

The tank's lid closed itself, all the agent counted down from ten. I don't know how long I could hold my breath, the weight of the metal chains dragged me further down to the tank, making it harder to hold all the air. I grew weaker and weaker as the seconds flown by, the chains already strangled my every chance of air. I felt faint, I felt my eyes drooping....I felt my hand finding the loose end, I unwrapped myself out of the chains and whooshed back up to the surface. Kicking the lid off of its hinges, gasping for air.

"Well done, Zac." Camille complimented, "two seconds to spare" She turned to the agents, "Who was the second latest?"

We all returned back to the command centre, all dry from wiping ourselves with towels. NRR, Jude, Professor Bradsley, Camille Wizard, and William McIntyre were all there in the middle, William looked over the results as we sat down, "Well done everyone. There are some impressive results. Now enough of the easy stuff. It's time for your first mission."

Easy stuff?

There you go, my very long POV. Yours doesn't have to be this long, but just include about the message, a conflict with a vesper or vespers, the headquarters, the trials. Chatting with another member, maybe even my character Zac. Have fun.

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Taskforce 39: Offical Roleplay

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