adamant explorer

rachel berkley. designation: field agent. specialty: explosives IEDs. tracking: #adamantexplorer Indie Nikita OC. multi-verse open. Mun 21+

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“I'm certain that last year it was already snowing... Anyone in for snowball fights when it finally happens?”

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I’m still alive (kinda) but this week has been like hell so I only might be able to do something on this blog this weekend. Thankfully the holidays are coming up and I got a bit of vacation as well, so I’ll have more time to dedicate to this blog :)

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Saoirse Ronan photographed by Kirk McKoy for LA Times (2015)

My workaholic muse has forgotten to eat for the past two days. Send your muse's reaction.

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Like for a (small) starter !

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“Will you stop it already? It’s distracting.” Rachel carefully released the wire that she’d been about to connect to her newest invention. One wrong move and the room would turn into a pile of rubble. 

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IF WE'VE NEVER RP'D TOGETHER send me a simple starter:

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Friendly:

“You look a little lost. Do you need directions?” “That’s an awesome outfit.” “How’s the chicken? I can’t decide whether to order it or not.” “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” “I don’t know a single person here…”

Flirty:

“Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…” “You’re the hottest person in this place.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “Hey, can I get your number?” *wolf whistle*

Confrontational:

“You’re in my seat.” “What are you staring at?” “You just stepped on my toe!” “Who do you think you are?” “Keep it down, will you?”

Dramatic:

“Get down - he’s got a gun!” “Help, I need medical attention!” “Just kill me now!” “I need a ride! Please!” “Are you crazy? It’s too dangerous!”

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Bellatrix

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

“Forced? I wouldn’t say that. Every day, again and again. Lying keeps you alive.”

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I’m gonna give the whole icon thing for conversations a try. also set up a guidelines page (still a bit of a work in progress though) and am working on an up-to-date about page for Rachel.

If you’re intrigued or have any questions just send me an ask or alternatively an IM. I’ll work on the third part of #MissionRedFrost during this week as well as think of a few starters to hopefully break the ice. 

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“Thank You for flying British Airways, please, enjoy your stay.”

There were no indications that his boarding the plane in New York and subsequent arrival in London had been monitored by the CIA or any other international organisations that considered him a target and, just as he’d been trained to do, Jason Bourne attracted no attention as he disembarked with the other passengers.

Like any other major airport, Heathrow struggled with the sheer volume of travellers entering and leaving the country, offering the perfect camouflage for those who didn’t want to be found. Security regarded him as Thomas Pierce, an investment banker on business, just one of the many aliases he’d managed to retrieve from a security box apparently set up by himself before the amnesia hit. Real documents aroused no suspicions and with little effort, he passed through security and into the main atrium of the airport.

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Rachel had to suppress a yawn. So far her experience of a jet lag had been quite limited but she didn't like it one bit. She should be alert when disembarking from her flight from New York, keep her head low but not too low as not to arouse suspicion but all she really wanted to do was sleep. Who knew that five hours could make all the difference? With a harsh reminder that she wasn't here for pleasure but unfortunately business, she stood straighter and pushed her suitcase beside her. The papers that she showed them at customs carried her basic cover identity: Nora Envers, consultant for an art exhibit at the National Gallery.

Someone was supposed to pick her up from the airport but when the blonde passed through the doors into the main hall of Heathrow airport, she couldn't spot the signal. It was unusual to be late for someone from Division since being late would always get you in trouble. Her senses went on high alert, and she walked a bit faster when she spotted a middle aged man with familiar but hardly memorable features.

If her mission was really compromised then she should had to make sure that no one would make her as the target. Instead she walked up to him, a shy smile on her features.

“Excuse me? Do you know the best way to get into the city?” Her heart was pumping in her chest and the addictive thrill of adrenaline was rushing through her veins. If everything would go according to plan then Rachel's life would be boring.

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Saoirse Ronan and Olivia Wilde attended the AFI FEST 2015 - Indie Contenders Roundtable on November 8, 2015

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Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name? 

Venus: What’s your first language? 

Earth: Where’s your home? 

Mars: What’s your sexuality? 

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 

Saturn: Any pets? 

Uranus: What’s your hobby? 

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Orion: Favourite month?

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Aries: Favourite movie? 

Cygnus: Favourite weather? 

Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

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         Two years ago I was recruited by a secret           branch of the government called Division.           I survived their training and have graduated           to field agent.

                                                               But they’re always watching and waiting                                                                 for me to trip and become expendable.

I won’t give them that chance.

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A day off work had never been something that Rachel looked forward too. She wanted to keep busy, keep moving and avoid all possible negative thoughts that could be evoked by time spent idle. Washington was beautiful, especially when it was still painted in autumn colours. In three hours she would need to be at a meeting inside Division to discuss a group mission that she was going to be a part off. It was a kill mission, but if all went according to plan she wouldn't be the one pulling the trigger and that came as a relief to her especially after the horror that had been her recent excursion to Canada.

The shudder that went through the blonde at the thought made the autumn breeze seem more like a harsh winter wind. She tugged her cardigan closer to her and continued her slow walk through the park, knowing that the people around her didn't know what she was capable of. They had no clue what she did for a living. The thought was enough to make an ironic grin sneak onto her lips.

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Saoirse Ronan photographed by Maarten de Boer at Toronto International Film Festival

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#RedFrost: Unforeseen Complication

Mission #RedFrost

Cover: Civilian Liasion for the FBI

Objective: Gather intelligence from Joshua Hunt, a representative of the Canadian Government’s intelligence service (CSIS), concerning his independent investigation into an operation that involved Division three years back. Find out what exactly he knows and report back to HQ.

Classification: Non-lethal. Recon only.

“Excuse me.” She approached the man with a smile who returned it almost without choice. Rachel had learned how captivating a smile alone could be over the last years and how to perfect it. “My friend gave me his key but forgot to tell me which room it was for.” To underline her words she waved the stolen card in front of the receptionist and leaned on the counter. “I can have a look. What is your friends name, miss?” “Josh Hunt.” “Sorry but I can't find him in the database. I got a Joshua Hunt though?” The blonde was anticipating this reaction and shook her head in reply with a slightly nervous laugh. “How silly of me. I always call him Josh.” She shrugged.

It was like slipping back into an old familiar skin when Rachel appeared to be bumping into Hunt on her way to the ladies. Only a trained and very attentive eye would've been able to see her hands wander through his pocket and take his wallet. Expertly she hid it behind her own purse until she had entered one of the bathroom stalls and locked the door behind her.

Sitting down on the toilet seat she started to go through it hoping to find out where Hunt was staying during the summit. Luckily Hunt was the kind of man who would stash every single thing he had into his wallet including the chip card to his room in the same hotel as the conference. Jackpot, she thought as she turned the card to see if it also indicated the room number. Her mouth formed a frown when she discovered to be merely a plain card with the only written words on it being the hotel's name. She would have to play a bit more then but it was far beyond the unsolvable.

A moment later she had pocketed the key card and left the bathroom stall to linger in front of the mirror to check and reapply her make-up. Rachel took this opportunity to go through the various options that she had now to get into Hunt's room. She could go to the reception and ask for the room number but then there was a risk that the receptionist realised that this wasn't her key. Unless she played it right.

When she left the bathroom she made sure that Rogers was still distracted otherwise. He appeared to be in an animated conversation with a group of three men. One of them Rachel clocked immediately as security since his eyes were not fixed on his company but everybody else. She slid out of the hall without any fuss – no one would remember the young blonde woman leaving – and headed straight to the elevator and hit the button.

When the lift arrived a stream of other conference guests got out and only one other person was left inside.  She gave the man a polite smile and pressed the button that would take her down to the reception. Her silent companion on the short ride didn't get out with her – most likely he was a chauffeur for some important person. His clothes at least pointed towards it. Rachel pushed the man out of her mind when she approached the reception which was currently occupied by just one man who was at least ten years her senior.

“Excuse me.” She approached the man with a smile who returned it almost without choice. Rachel had learned how captivating a smile alone could be over the last years and how to perfect it. “My friend gave me his key but forgot to tell me which room it was for.” To underline her words she waved the stolen card in front of the receptionist and leaned on the counter. “I can have a look. What is your friends name, miss?” “Josh Hunt.” “Sorry but I can't find him in the database. I got a Joshua Hunt though?” The blonde was anticipating this reaction and shook her head in reply with a slightly nervous laugh. “How silly of me. I always call him Josh.” She shrugged. 

The agent could've fist-bumped the first person that she met after leaving the receptionist behind with the room number now in her head. Nothing beat the rush of adrenaline after a plan of yours worked out, Rachel found and she didn't keep the victorious grin off her face as she rode the elevator up to the sixth floor. While waiting to arrive there she checked her phone to see that she had only one new message from her handler inquiring on the status. She quickly texted back that she was just going to check out the hotel room.

Once she entered the floor where Hunt's room was located Rachel became more attentive of her surroundings. It was important that no one would see her even near the room much less remember her entering it. Division taught its agent to be invisible and she was going to be nothing but a faint whisper.

Luck was in her favour tonight because the blonde didn't see a single soul on the way down the corridor. His room was one of the last and right next to the fire escape. Just like expected the light blinked green on the lock when she slid the card through it. She used the door handle to close the door behind her just after she had slid in. Then she put the card into the designated spot to turn on the electricity.

When she had sufficient lightning she took a few photos of how the room looked with her phone. She noticed that the suitcase was lying around half-opened and that clothes had been tossed randomly onto the chair. Rachel's eyes gleamed when she spotted the most important thing: a laptop lying on the table. This was going to be her starting point. She had to work quick because Hunt could notice at any moment that his wallet was missing. He would assume that he had left it in his room and go to the reception to get the spare key. This would break her neck.

The thrill of danger made her heart beat faster when she started to hack into Hunt's system. She pulled a USB from her purse and started to download the entire content of the hard drive onto it. Analysts would later weed through it at Division to see if anything important had been missed by her. She did a general search for hidden registries and secured files but the only thing she found relating to the case were the official report. Nothing that suggested that Division had been involved.

The download was still in progress so Rachel started to go through the suitcase, memorising and taking photos of how she found it so that she would be able to return it to the exact condition she had found it in later. Her fingers wrapped around paper and she pulled out a crumbled hard copy of a file. It had been packed between Hunt's spare shirts and spare socks. She laid it down onto the duvet of the bed and started to go through it.

The euphoria she had felt quickly faded when she realised what exactly was written down in the file. A lump was forming in the woman's throat when she diligently photographed each single page. Then she called Ops.

“This is Rachel.” The blonde knew that her next words would condemn someone to die. But what choice did she have? “I'm forwarding you some images. He knows.”