11-26-2019, 10:01 AM
Department if Internal Security headquarters, Litudinem (Libertas Omnium Maximus)
November 23rd, 2019 - 8:35 PM
The sedan rolled quietly up to the curb in front of the menacing entrance to the Department of Internal Security headquarters. The vehicle's sole passenger exited with little fanfare and made his way up to the grand entrance of the building. He was a tall man who carried himself with the air of someone who utterly despised the ground he was forced to walk on. The angles of the man's gaunt face were accentuated by the moonlight, making him appear like a specter. This illusion was further enforced by the way the passenger's coat hung off him like some demon's robe.
He may as well have been a ghost for that matter. The man, as one of the most powerful individuals in the world, could disappear in a moment and reappear on the other side of the globe. He operated with a nearly limitless budget and almost no oversight. He could kill nearly anyone he wanted to with a sing word and could topple and empire if he so desired. He was a man who's name appeared in the paper at least once a month yet was hardly ever discussed in passing. The man lived in a world of silence and deception, smoke and mirrors, life and death. He was a man who could arrange a meeting with the president on his terms. James Maguire, Director of the Department of Internal Security for Libertas Omnium Maximus, was a shadow.
"Walk with me." Maguire ordered a young woman who met him at the door. Nervously, the woman followed James inside.
"Director, I assume your meeting with the president was constructive?" the young woman inquired as the pair crossed the building's well lit lobby and made for the elevators.
"You assume correctly. We have been green lighted to begin monitoring for candidates. We have 1 anomaly isolated at the moment and will be looking into her in the coming days. Ideally, we will be able to confirm definitively if she is a candidate or not by the end of this week."
This announcement shocked the woman. It was a rare occurrence that President Lucas Brown agreed with Maguire on anything. Brown was nearing the end of his first term and had green lighted only a dozen or so, mostly benign, operations.
In a confused state, the woman responded. "Director, if word of this ever got out it could seriously hurt Brown's chances of re-election. I'm surprised he green lighted it so quickly. I was expecting you to have to work on him quite a while."
Maguire actually smiled at this. The young woman was so naive.
"Megan, if word of half the thing we do here were to ever get out, I would be gone from my position in an instant. Brown knows I won't let word of this slip out because he knows that I can't have it slip out... for my sake. I am very pleased that he has decided to green light our operation but expected as much. This operations is fairly simple and doesn't violate the constitution. Anyway, what information have you gathered?"
Megan Allen, Deputy Director of the DIS, despised Maguire. Megan was no saint but fancied herself as an individual who had morals and truly cared about the well being of her nation. She could justify all the deception and death that came with her position as being a necessary evil, a means of insuring the security of the nation she loved. Megan doubted James could say the same. Never the less, she was shocked to realize that she supported the plan that had been green lighted by the President. "If you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear." That was the bast way Deputy Director Allen could come to terms with what she was taking part in. With all moral questions aside, she was executing her end of the procedure to perfection.
"Director, as best as can be figured, we have one mole in our organization. I've had my analysts pour over all of the leaked documents and, based on Aurora operating procedure and the structure of the program, we think that there is no more and no less than one mole in this agency. The simple truth is that all Auroras deployed in our nation were probably trained and deployed before the summer of 2018. We are arguably the most powerful security agency in the northern hemisphere so we would be an early target for the Aurora Program. They could have infiltrated us all the way back in the 70s and we would have been just as relevant as we are now. We also figure that no Aurora would be deployed here after 2018 since we would be on high alert for incoming sleeper agents.
Since we have established that the Aurora is probably from before 2018, we can figure that they wouldn't be sent with a partner. Before 2018 it could have revealed the existence of the Aurora Program if two agents were found with the same general mission. Kerlile would have known that if one Aurora's cover was blown we would find the other. Ergo, we only have one agent on our hands."
Maguire did not respond to Allen but instead entered an open elevator and indicated that Megan was not to follow him. As the doors slowly slid shut, Maguire smiled. He enjoyed. antagonizing his inferiors, especially when they made a good point. With a a flourish of his coat flap, James Maguire pulled out a black cell phone and texted the words "one target, pre 2018, wide sweep" to a blank contact. He was so pleased to see project Xerses underway.
November 23rd, 2019 - 8:35 PM
The sedan rolled quietly up to the curb in front of the menacing entrance to the Department of Internal Security headquarters. The vehicle's sole passenger exited with little fanfare and made his way up to the grand entrance of the building. He was a tall man who carried himself with the air of someone who utterly despised the ground he was forced to walk on. The angles of the man's gaunt face were accentuated by the moonlight, making him appear like a specter. This illusion was further enforced by the way the passenger's coat hung off him like some demon's robe.
He may as well have been a ghost for that matter. The man, as one of the most powerful individuals in the world, could disappear in a moment and reappear on the other side of the globe. He operated with a nearly limitless budget and almost no oversight. He could kill nearly anyone he wanted to with a sing word and could topple and empire if he so desired. He was a man who's name appeared in the paper at least once a month yet was hardly ever discussed in passing. The man lived in a world of silence and deception, smoke and mirrors, life and death. He was a man who could arrange a meeting with the president on his terms. James Maguire, Director of the Department of Internal Security for Libertas Omnium Maximus, was a shadow.
"Walk with me." Maguire ordered a young woman who met him at the door. Nervously, the woman followed James inside.
"Director, I assume your meeting with the president was constructive?" the young woman inquired as the pair crossed the building's well lit lobby and made for the elevators.
"You assume correctly. We have been green lighted to begin monitoring for candidates. We have 1 anomaly isolated at the moment and will be looking into her in the coming days. Ideally, we will be able to confirm definitively if she is a candidate or not by the end of this week."
This announcement shocked the woman. It was a rare occurrence that President Lucas Brown agreed with Maguire on anything. Brown was nearing the end of his first term and had green lighted only a dozen or so, mostly benign, operations.
In a confused state, the woman responded. "Director, if word of this ever got out it could seriously hurt Brown's chances of re-election. I'm surprised he green lighted it so quickly. I was expecting you to have to work on him quite a while."
Maguire actually smiled at this. The young woman was so naive.
"Megan, if word of half the thing we do here were to ever get out, I would be gone from my position in an instant. Brown knows I won't let word of this slip out because he knows that I can't have it slip out... for my sake. I am very pleased that he has decided to green light our operation but expected as much. This operations is fairly simple and doesn't violate the constitution. Anyway, what information have you gathered?"
Megan Allen, Deputy Director of the DIS, despised Maguire. Megan was no saint but fancied herself as an individual who had morals and truly cared about the well being of her nation. She could justify all the deception and death that came with her position as being a necessary evil, a means of insuring the security of the nation she loved. Megan doubted James could say the same. Never the less, she was shocked to realize that she supported the plan that had been green lighted by the President. "If you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear." That was the bast way Deputy Director Allen could come to terms with what she was taking part in. With all moral questions aside, she was executing her end of the procedure to perfection.
"Director, as best as can be figured, we have one mole in our organization. I've had my analysts pour over all of the leaked documents and, based on Aurora operating procedure and the structure of the program, we think that there is no more and no less than one mole in this agency. The simple truth is that all Auroras deployed in our nation were probably trained and deployed before the summer of 2018. We are arguably the most powerful security agency in the northern hemisphere so we would be an early target for the Aurora Program. They could have infiltrated us all the way back in the 70s and we would have been just as relevant as we are now. We also figure that no Aurora would be deployed here after 2018 since we would be on high alert for incoming sleeper agents.
Since we have established that the Aurora is probably from before 2018, we can figure that they wouldn't be sent with a partner. Before 2018 it could have revealed the existence of the Aurora Program if two agents were found with the same general mission. Kerlile would have known that if one Aurora's cover was blown we would find the other. Ergo, we only have one agent on our hands."
Maguire did not respond to Allen but instead entered an open elevator and indicated that Megan was not to follow him. As the doors slowly slid shut, Maguire smiled. He enjoyed. antagonizing his inferiors, especially when they made a good point. With a a flourish of his coat flap, James Maguire pulled out a black cell phone and texted the words "one target, pre 2018, wide sweep" to a blank contact. He was so pleased to see project Xerses underway.