The Secret Life of an Agent - Printable Version

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: Norman O'Connor, =LSF= (Ret.)

Hi Norman,

I haven't died. I can't get into it because its confidential but I promise I'll make up for it after this. I need to know if you received this communications burst as well?

(04-17-2020, 10:40 AM)rayne Wrote:
The Signal

"I hope this works..... This is Director Wolfe calling Liberty Security Force, I have been taken captive by the Order. Trace this signal and send help, I don't know exactly where I am and I fear they will kill me soon."

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

Subject: Do I look like I've seen a spook two spooks?

Hello Adrienne,

I admit, you caught me off guard with your message. First you come back from the dead, and then you tell me that Julia Wolfe is alive and out there somewhere. This sure is looking up to be an interesting day. And no, I didn't get the message. I've been out of the loop since I quit the LSF all those years ago. Also, you needn't explain anything about your sudden resurrection. I'm still aware of the need-to-know basis.

The question is, what do we do about Wolfe's predicament? At this point, I'm pretty much a civilian. The days when I was in charge of SpecOps or in the Directorate and had strike teams at my beck and call are long gone.

Sincerely,
Norman O'Connor

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: Norman O'Connor, =LSF= (Ret.)

I know someone who can handle the rescue and wetwork. But I could use some back up for the recon. I've got a distress signal sensor; the frequency and pitch of the signal should increase the closer we get to Wolfe, so at least we'll know the direction. And then, we do a bit recon and forward the info over hostage rescue team. You in?

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

Subject: Once a spook, always a spook

So, tracking down the target and calling in the cavalry? How oddly familiar. But sure, why not. I figure I'm still savvy enough with that sort of tech. I'm a freelancer now, but this job is on the house, for old times' sake. I figure we owe Wolfe that much for what she's done for Liberty.

Sincerely,
Norman O'Connor

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: REDACTED

Let's make a deal.

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

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Identification: REDACTED
Location: Undisclosed
Encryption: Secure

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Mrs. Perry. I already paid my dues regarding the IC hack. While I do understand it was quite the market breaker, your choice of reward was delivered and executed.
Also, if you haven't heard, I'm quite dead.

So. What is it?

Transmission: End

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: REDACTED

I'll send you a defibrillator.

I need you to conduct a hostage rescue. And wetwork. I've attached a photo ID of the hostage [CLICK TO OPEN ATTACHMENT]. I'd like her alive if possible. You can wipe out the hostiles holding her. And yes, that is who you think she is. I know she's tried to kill you in the past, but that was ten years ago so let's try to forget that shall we?

I'll get her exact location soon. I'm still pinpointing the signal's origin.

Do you want a favour in return? Or will cash do?

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

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Identification: REDACTED
Location: Undisclosed
Encryption: Secure

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Wolfe.

Fantastic. I need all the data you have on hand. And you pay for all the breakage.

Transmission: End

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: REDACTED

Just completed a recon op at the coordinates where Wolfe is located. She's in a three-storey compound surrounded by 5.5-metre (18 ft) concrete walls topped with barbed wire. The compound walls are higher than usual in the neighbourhood, although nearly all houses in the town have barbed wire. This might indicate a high crime rate, especially during late-night hours so you might want to take this into account when planning the timing of your operation depending on whether you want witnesses or not. Furthermore, neural-net connectivity in the area is low which might indicate jammers. We know the compound has security cameras installed based on high resolution satellite imagery and thermal scanning. There are two security gates and the third-floor balcony has a two meter (7 ft) privacy wall. The compound has 3,500 square metres (38,000 sq ft) in size, and had relatively few windows.

I interviewed one of the main builders of the compound, Craig Hendersmith. He was instructed to construct the 5.5-metre (18 ft) high perimeter fence and then to build another wall 2 metres (7 ft) tall around one of the dwellings. He became suspicious and when he asked about the huge, fort-like walls, he was told it was none of his business. According to Hendersmith, one or two dozen men and women came to supervise the project and they were not stingy with funds.

Whatever OPFOR is in there may be well equipped to handle any intrusion. However, it also seems that nearly all the security measures are low tech in nature. High walls, but no indication of thermal or pressure scanners on their part. They have security cameras, but the low neural net connectivity indicates these cameras are operated on site, presumably at a camera or security control room. It does not appear to have connection to a remote location. This might indicate these guys have set up here all on their own, so in case of an attack there may not be any reinforcements.

I've been able to successfuly confirm the distress signal Julia Wolfe sent came from the coordinates at this location. I've forwarded it to you via 5.K.Y.P.3./D.I.S.C.O.R.D. protocols. Based on the above information, I strongly suspect this compound is where she's being held. It does appear to be a small kind of prison or concentration camp of some sort.

As mentioned rescue her and eliminate all hostiles and get back to me when this is done. Let me know if you need any sedatives in case Wolfe is hostile to you when you arrive.

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

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Identification: REDACTED
Location: Undisclosed
Encryption: Secure

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Very well. I will have recon conducted as well to survey any other variables.
It does leave one point out to resolve.

I want a hard copy of all classified files from LBXIF and 50.000.000 SC.

Transmission: End

Location: ENCRYPTED
Sender ID: Adrienne Perry
Recipient ID: REDACTED

[CLICK TO SEE ATTACHMENT] - Payment confirmation.

The LBXIF related files are located at the safe at the Rm. 23-09 at the Marriott Hotel at Fukushima District, Planet New Tokyo. Try not to be a whistleblower.

Sincerely,
Adrienne Perry

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Identification: REDACTED
Location: Undisclosed
Encryption: Secure

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I'm not the one sharing secrets left and right, Mrs. Perry.
I'm the one that keeps them safe. I do see you still remember Idemitsu.

Anyhow, I already contacted ground assets to initiate recon. Will deliver life feed by COMMO on first contact.

Transmission: End

A priority comm appeared in Perry's data-pad. Opening it, the first person view of someone inside a small military freighter, holstering a side-arm. A small red silent klaxon appeared softly through the small bay. The camera moved to the side where a black clad man appeared and shouted with a finger up.

"ONE MINUTE TO TARGET."

Nodding, the hands picked up a large duffel bag and looked at the back of the freighter. A large covered pallet awaited its eager release. Thirty seconds in, the cargo door opened and a hard gust of win entered the freighter cargo bay, throwing around papers and a couple of ropes that weren't tied or attached. The red klaxon showed up again and the black clad man ran towards the pallet and pulled a lever, dropping the pallet out. Walking towards the cargo door, that was now functioning as a ramp, the camera looked at the black clad man. The red klaxon appeared for one last time. and the man gave a thumbs up and screamed in the radio again.

"NO PINGS. WE ASSUME EVERYTHING'S DENVER."

The hands made sure the duffel bag was set and secure, before walking slowly right up to the edge. Not bothering to jump, the camera slowly started to fall, increasing its momentum as the view angle turned downwards. And then Perry heard a voice, right before it fell into the dark.

"Assumptions are the mother of all ***** ups."

In the pitch-black, the camera suddenly turned crimson with contrasts, giving way to shapes and forms at last. Small light dots permeated the ground below and a quick look around seemed to indicate it was alone. The sound of the air resisting against the drop was loud and furious, as gravity continued its pull. One hand moved to the opposing hand wrist, and opened up a small wrist-pad where a small grid with two signals showed up. The signals were dropping fast through the grid and an altitude number was racing to zero. One small beep with a blue hue happened.

The hands opened up and the arms stretched causing the body to turn and decreasing the speed of the descent. Not long after, the black duffel bag appeared to the left, unclasped. Opening it, the handle of a weapon was produced, being followed by the main chamber and barrel. A grenade launcher. Grasping it, the wrist-pad beeped again, this time with a yellow hue and a countdown for 30 seconds.

The hands aimed the grenade launcher below, and Perry finally saw the objective. She recognized the compound where Wolfe was being held. Cut short by the dry sound of the grenade launcher being fired, one could see the grenade cartridges flying into the void below, without any explosion. No. The countdown hit the 20 seconds, with the signal that was closer to land disappearing and a large swathe of blue energy growing uncontrollably and eating up all the area below.

"IMGINT loading."

The radio voice cracked through the video. Suddenly, several dots were painted in the camera GUI. Not even five seconds later, one of the dots was painted gold, as a green circle was drawn on a specific point of the ceiling. At the same time, the rounds fired by the grenade launcher exploded all over the compound.

"VIP painted gold. All electronics burned. Show's yours. Holding for EXOP."

The hands disappeared and for a while so did the sight of the target building as the camera turned upwards toward the horizon. Finally it turned back down showing off that the person in question was diving now, feet first, with a small package under them. The ground grew closer and closer with each passing second. And the breathing, that Perry now noticed was always present, stopped moments before hitting the building's roof.

The package exploded and a metal like shield expanded from it. Foam, dust and a hellish racket was all that came through the camera for a while. Shots were fired, screams were heard and finally silence took its seat as the cement particles settled. The camera trailed the shotgun. Four bodies were on the floor. One missing part of its head, one leaning against the wall, bowels tasting air and dust for the first time and the other two lying down on pools of their own blood. The gold symbol flashed on the HUD, marking the objective of this all. The shotgun was thrown to the floor alongside a small black pack. An SMG took its place and the soft hum of it being energized filled the dead room. Shouts at the distance were finally heard and the camera started its run.

Kicking down two doors and blocking the only access to that floor, the last lonesome guard died with a spray to the head. Finally, the target was on sight. Julia Wolfe, bound to a metal bed, trying to raise her head towards the camera's direction. Suddenly one of the hands produced a small handgun that then shot a dart at Wolfe's leg that immediately collapsed. Checking her vitals, the hands effortlessly removed the bindings and grabbed Wolfe over the shoulder. Another small black pack was left where Wolfe was. The camera HUD flashed, with several red dots closing on their location.

"ESQUIRE-1 secure. Secondary extraction. ETA?"

"Twenty seconds. Conclusion?"

"Scorched earth. Danger close."

Not even waiting for a reply, the camera started a run towards the room where it performed its entry. The dots kept getting close, funneling to the entrance of that floor. Suddenly they turned back downwards and an explosion was heard in the adjacent room. Not that it mattered. The camera didn't show the how, but only the what. It suddenly rose through the hole in the ceiling, up to the scorched rooftop. The sound of ship engines revving as they closed in, grew. The camera, turning around, showed the silhouette of a small hover cargo car speeding towards them. Gunfire and heavy lasers dotted the sky, trying to hit the agile ship. It however did not waver from its predestined course, skimming the top of the compound. Rising something like a climbing ax, the free hand threw it on the air and it was promptly caught by a small net that was dropped from the back of the cargo car. Like fishes caught in a speeding motion, the camera looked back at the now distancing building and focused on the metallic military butterfly bombs that were hovering down towards the ground.

As the first one touched the rooftop of the building, a massive explosion rocked the building. And another. And another. All in sequence, ripping the compound apart.

"ETA for EXTOU?"

"Forty seconds. Two clicks out. Scope's clear."

The voice then spoke as if she was not speaking to the radio, but to the viewer.

"Perry. Our business is concluded. She'll be in Curacao."

And without notice, the transmission dropped.