09-04-2019, 06:43 AM
Jonestown, Bjoerg
July 30th, 1991 - 7:42 AM
The Maximusian sniper was desperately sprinting down an alley. She judged by the sound of footsteps behind her that she had no more than a 100 meter lead. They were closing fast. Shooting distance to incapacitate would be about 30 meters. The soldiers would risk it at more than that distance. She had to keep at least 30 meters ahead of them, a task which was becoming more and more difficult as the kilometers stretched out.
She slowed just a bit to press her finger against a radio taped to her vest. "Nest. Repeat, Nest. This is Atlas, I need immediate exfil. Repeat, immediate exfil required. Requesting extraction as soon as possible!"
An all too calm voice greeted her. "Has the target been eliminated?"
The assassin let out a tear of exasperation. Her life was in immediate peril and they cared more about the mission.
"No, target used a decoy. Target is still at large. Please advise!"
She was desperate for a break and was praying for an answer she wanted yet she knew, deep down, that until she completed her mission, she would not go home.
"Exfiltration denied. Phantom Protocol enacted."
The assassin cried out loud. She screamed in anguish before dropping to her knees. Phantom Protocol were the worst two words a DIS agent could hear. After an agent was blown they would be left to fend for themselves. Phantom Protocol meant that the DIS would treat an agent as if they did not exist. The DIS would formally disavow all knowledge of the agent in question's existence. It was absolutely a worse case scenario.
"Please be advised, Atlas, final memo to be delivered to you shall be read verbally now."
The assassin jumped to her feet and sprinted as fast as she could upon hearing this. The final memo often contained information that might save her life. She had to hear this. She really had to sprint though, her falter had lost her at least 50 meters of gap.
"Rat has discontinued affiliation with Woodpecker. Likely power grab from Sunset resulted in backlash from Olive. No noted capitulation from Rat or, by extension, Sunset. Association to Olive may yield better results if acquired by Sunset. Vice versa may hold true."
The assassin heard the radio go silent and immediately faked tripping to the ground. This way they might not shoot her to incapacitate. Now she simply had to wait few seconds for the soldiers to a arrive.
As she heard the cacophony of boots approach she mulled over what had just been said: "Mark is no longer affiliating himself with Brian Smith. ANM tried a power grab which resulted in severe backlash from the rest of the insurgents. Neither Mark or ANM have apologized for their actions or given in to Smith's potential demands. Pretending to work for Smith may prove advantageous if captured by ANM. The reciprocal may hold true as well."
This was all news to the Assassin and it was extremely good news. The ANM soldiers might even think they had a bargaining chip if she played this right. Now she just had to play the part.
The blow landed hard on her back, knocking her flat against the pavement. Her breath came painfully as her lungs compressed under the weight of a gun stock.
"Who the hell do you work for?" inquired a soldier before binding her hands behind her back with handcuffs.
"I work for the associated press." she stated smartly. This snide remark earned her a smack in the back of the head. Her nose slammed forwards into the pavement and cracked, spilling blood onto the asphalt.
The assassin then felt herself dragged off the ground by rough hands and shoved headfirst into the trunk of a SUV. The last thing she remembered was a shovel coming down on top of her head, an immense feeling of pain, then darkness.
July 30th, 1991 - 7:42 AM
The Maximusian sniper was desperately sprinting down an alley. She judged by the sound of footsteps behind her that she had no more than a 100 meter lead. They were closing fast. Shooting distance to incapacitate would be about 30 meters. The soldiers would risk it at more than that distance. She had to keep at least 30 meters ahead of them, a task which was becoming more and more difficult as the kilometers stretched out.
She slowed just a bit to press her finger against a radio taped to her vest. "Nest. Repeat, Nest. This is Atlas, I need immediate exfil. Repeat, immediate exfil required. Requesting extraction as soon as possible!"
An all too calm voice greeted her. "Has the target been eliminated?"
The assassin let out a tear of exasperation. Her life was in immediate peril and they cared more about the mission.
"No, target used a decoy. Target is still at large. Please advise!"
She was desperate for a break and was praying for an answer she wanted yet she knew, deep down, that until she completed her mission, she would not go home.
"Exfiltration denied. Phantom Protocol enacted."
The assassin cried out loud. She screamed in anguish before dropping to her knees. Phantom Protocol were the worst two words a DIS agent could hear. After an agent was blown they would be left to fend for themselves. Phantom Protocol meant that the DIS would treat an agent as if they did not exist. The DIS would formally disavow all knowledge of the agent in question's existence. It was absolutely a worse case scenario.
"Please be advised, Atlas, final memo to be delivered to you shall be read verbally now."
The assassin jumped to her feet and sprinted as fast as she could upon hearing this. The final memo often contained information that might save her life. She had to hear this. She really had to sprint though, her falter had lost her at least 50 meters of gap.
"Rat has discontinued affiliation with Woodpecker. Likely power grab from Sunset resulted in backlash from Olive. No noted capitulation from Rat or, by extension, Sunset. Association to Olive may yield better results if acquired by Sunset. Vice versa may hold true."
The assassin heard the radio go silent and immediately faked tripping to the ground. This way they might not shoot her to incapacitate. Now she simply had to wait few seconds for the soldiers to a arrive.
As she heard the cacophony of boots approach she mulled over what had just been said: "Mark is no longer affiliating himself with Brian Smith. ANM tried a power grab which resulted in severe backlash from the rest of the insurgents. Neither Mark or ANM have apologized for their actions or given in to Smith's potential demands. Pretending to work for Smith may prove advantageous if captured by ANM. The reciprocal may hold true as well."
This was all news to the Assassin and it was extremely good news. The ANM soldiers might even think they had a bargaining chip if she played this right. Now she just had to play the part.
The blow landed hard on her back, knocking her flat against the pavement. Her breath came painfully as her lungs compressed under the weight of a gun stock.
"Who the hell do you work for?" inquired a soldier before binding her hands behind her back with handcuffs.
"I work for the associated press." she stated smartly. This snide remark earned her a smack in the back of the head. Her nose slammed forwards into the pavement and cracked, spilling blood onto the asphalt.
The assassin then felt herself dragged off the ground by rough hands and shoved headfirst into the trunk of a SUV. The last thing she remembered was a shovel coming down on top of her head, an immense feeling of pain, then darkness.