Chief Myers dials a few numbers, calling up Deputy Chiefs Claire Angel and Karl Agathon, Captain Hull O'Brian, and Officer Fredro Guajardo. He summons each to his office on Fort Bush, which the Leavenworth has temporarily moored to provide support crew.
Sitting back, he thinks again and calls Sergeant Fred Hamilton as well, his secretary. It's a pain not having him around.
He growls at it, as if that's going to make it translate itself.
Translate...code..."Here's a clue"...CLUE!
Acting on a hunch, he uses the word 'clue' for a hex decoder.
I am the God of Fearž€?S?y>˜lLŒz„???;x??????)?w???ŸT
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
O'Brian Is working in the SWAT locker when the call comes thru his personal comms unit:
"O'Brian, get your self up to my office ASAP" Growled the voice on the other end.
Only one person that could be. "Right away Chief". The call ended.
"Jenkins, I need to go to the Chief's office. Finish up organizing the SWAT locker and make sure everything is in working order. After that take a few guys and look over the SWAT ships and the other ships to make sure they are working. Were gonna need them soon."
Formerly known as LPI Police Chief Hull O'Brien.
Creator of Sgt. V. Price, 207th Precinct out of Chula Vista Station
What kind of maniac are the LPI dealing with? Kent massages his temples. Those words seem familiar...an old book perhaps? The Liberty Congressional Library might have a match.
Accessing the database, he finds a partial match in The DemonBorn.
My name is Pan. I am the God of Fear, a black faceless demon who feeds on mortal’s fears. One who can touch a mere human and read his mind like an open book – sort through the pages of gibberish until I find the human’s deepest fear.
"This is what I have so far. This portion of the code states 'I am the God of Fear'" He pauses, then goes on. "We are still working on the second and third parts. I've taken the liberty of assembling the finest crew of cryptanalysts I can find."
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
The Chief reads it a few times. His left eyelid twitches involuntarily. He then strokes his chin with his right hand as the left holds the sheet.
"God of fear, eh? Sounds like some kinda maniac serial killer, if ya ask me." To himself, he mutters, "Boy, I'd love to know what them LSF 'secret-boys' are hiding in that prison station of theirs..."
He swivels his chair 180-degrees, muttering to himself, taking the dismissal of Kent Markey as obvious.
Kent returns to his office to puzzle over the code some more.
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In the medical bay of the LNS Ohio, Jim Markey's had some time to think.
"Hey, er...Sonny-boy" he calls the medical officer in the alcove. "I need to call in to the boss."
"Sure thing. Just don't chat too long...You're still a bit low on blood."
Jim just grunted and waved for the comm.
[Enter username: Jim MarkeyACCEPTED
[Enter password: **********ACCEPTED
[Destination of communication: Chief of Police Matt Meyers
Sir, I'm doing fine, but I gotta make this short. I suggest we run a funeral parade-type-thing for the dead. It's the least we can do.
[Transmission ended
Jim lay back on the bed, head swimming. The doc was right -- he had lost a lot of blood. Best thing to do now was to just rest.
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
"Hey there Deputy Chief, I see you are heading in the same direction as I am." remarked Hull.
"Look, I mean no disrespect Deputy Chief, but is this is going to be as bad as I think its going to be? You've known him a long time, and probably know what to expect. I know he has a temper, but this has had to set him completely off".
Hull looked at the Deputy Chief Agathon for an answer........
Formerly known as LPI Police Chief Hull O'Brien.
Creator of Sgt. V. Price, 207th Precinct out of Chula Vista Station
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