Useful links Character Stat Tracker: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1YjCQKJEdiJGDHLygKUXdvrWEuuYeTWj1CdtoJ7mL6yk/edit?usp=sharing Character Ability Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gl_CvcHU5T1oxuQ2HZeVPI1aqvtYl41ZbZpMaVqM6gY/edit?usp=sharing J's communal info sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OR8cmGsx7woBieUZ2lho68MGNTBSH37-KKoiuOGAulU/edit [PARTITION] The call went out at 2200. All selected operatives recieved an identical data packet to their neural implant, as did everyone else in the Undercity. For the vast majority, those who just sought to live their lives, the packet was a little burst of white noise - static in the network, or so they thought. For those members of the underground resistance force, the message was distinctly different, a specially created program in their implant decrypting the hiss into an audible message. "You have been selected. Warehouse Epsilon-Gamma-253. 0700 tomorrow." Those who received this message knew its meaning. A summons, for a mission. Failure to attend resulted in exclusion and elimination, through fear of the system being compromised. [THE NEXT DAY, INSTITUTE] A warm siren tone ran throughout the barracks area of the Institute. "Good morning. Members of Peacekeeping Force, Yeta division, to the Director's office. Message repeats. Members of Peacekeeping Force, Yeta division, to the Director's office." Many were stunned. Yeta division was full of new blood, often passed over for important business by the Director of Public Security, Marquese. Their summons to him directly was almost unheard of. The muttering spread through the halls, with staff wondering why Yeta division was so desperately needed. Were they really stretched that thin? The murmuring merged with the pounding of boots as the new blood answered the summons.