05-10-2020, 03:38 AM
Karabad Beach, Zarmesa Archipelago
Sunday, May 10
00:15 Hours
Agent EF-15 sat quietly close to the shore, dragging slowly on his Zarmesan Cigar, listening to waves crashing onto the shore not too far from him. A seagull flew above him, either disturbed by another animal in the trees or moving to a better location for the night. The warmth of the cigar's smoke warmed the experienced operative's body, already used to the breeze. The operative glanced at his phone, a new message had just been delivered. It was the recently replaced leader of the Netlcoatl Islanders, Itzamatul. The Agent rose and extinguished his cigar on the nearby ashtray. After a short glance at the shore, he proceeded towards the entrance of the house.
The house, owned by the LIA, had been used frequently by covert agents while creating and maintaining intel networks in Xiomera. It contained three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room as well as a small armory in the basement and a panic room which also served as an impromptu briefing room. Agent EF-15 first utilized the security system present in the compound by using his phone to access the surveillance footage at the gate. He saw the Islander, a bit disturbed by the cold as a result of the breeze originating from sea. He clung on to his coat, akin to a newborn clinging to his mother while breastfeeding. His coat looked soaked, as a result of the rains which had only just dissipated an hour before. The agent saw the discomfort of the man and decided to open the gate remotely.
He saw the islander scurry inside and move quickly up the drive, leaving his damp coat on the coat rack at the unlocked door. The man seemed to have something on his mind. Just as EF-15 was about to ask, Itzamatul began,
"Sorry for the absence of formalities my dear friend. As you may have heard, I have been replaced by a puppet of the Junta. My people have reported increased surveillance of their daily lives by the Imperial garrison."
"Yes, I have noted the situation in the islands.You do seem a bit disturbed though, what's bothering you?"
" I think I'm being followed, Agent. I have had to use a series of back roads and detours to get here. I believe I lost them though, I don't think they may have been too keen to keep moving aimlessly for an hour."
"Well, that explains why you are late. Follow me, we need to talk."
Agent EF-15 began to move towards the basement, fully aware that the covert operation may have been found out. He began to formulate possible outcomes of the night, keeping in mind the fact that the Islander may have been quietly followed to the house, even after he'd finally found it safe to proceed to the house. "What if his phone has been compromised by the Junta's Intelligence Unit," he thought. It wouldn't have been out of the realm of possibility for the Islander's phone to be bugged. Residents of Citlamina did have to undergo daily checks.
Before entering, the Agent retrieved an FX-20 Assault Rifle from the Armory as well as a Tyra 45A-3 Automatic Pistol which he gave to the Islander. He also asked the Islander to leave his phone outside as well as his watch as a precautionary measure .The two entered the meeting room, the panic room, and sat down.
"I've called you here because the top brass over at HQ fear for your safety and as such will be assigning two covert bodyguards who will always have you in their sight while in public. We have also gotten you this phone, for communication between yourself and either your bodyguards or I. At the moment we cannot get you out of Xiomera though, your prolonged absence would be too suspic..."
The sudden blare of an alarm cut the agent off. Three heavily armed intruders had been noted as having breached the compound. An alert message was sent to the LIA HQ.
"The agent looked at the islander and decided to let him stay in the panic room, he couldn't risk his death. He grabbed the rifle and stood up abruptly.
"What's going on, Agent. Is everything alright?"
"Just stay here, and monitor the situation outside. You were right, you were being followed."
The agent exited the door which automatically closed behind him, its reinforced doors indestructible to most firepower.
. . .
Edinburgh Manor, Aunistria
A few minutes later
Prime Minister Nicholas Moretti was roused from his sleep by an incoming phone call. It was the head of the LIA.
"Make it quick, please"
"Our man assigned to the Islander, Itzamatul, has been compromised. We have sent a squad to the safe house, but we cannot guarantee the safety of the two until the squad arrives."
"Oh, shit! Keep me posted, thanks."
The Prime Minister still groggy from his slumber rose and moved downstairs for a cup of coffee. He knew that if they lost Itzamatul, all of Legionas' plans in Xiomera would be severely disrupted, and at the moment there was no plan B.
Sunday, May 10
00:15 Hours
Agent EF-15 sat quietly close to the shore, dragging slowly on his Zarmesan Cigar, listening to waves crashing onto the shore not too far from him. A seagull flew above him, either disturbed by another animal in the trees or moving to a better location for the night. The warmth of the cigar's smoke warmed the experienced operative's body, already used to the breeze. The operative glanced at his phone, a new message had just been delivered. It was the recently replaced leader of the Netlcoatl Islanders, Itzamatul. The Agent rose and extinguished his cigar on the nearby ashtray. After a short glance at the shore, he proceeded towards the entrance of the house.
The house, owned by the LIA, had been used frequently by covert agents while creating and maintaining intel networks in Xiomera. It contained three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room as well as a small armory in the basement and a panic room which also served as an impromptu briefing room. Agent EF-15 first utilized the security system present in the compound by using his phone to access the surveillance footage at the gate. He saw the Islander, a bit disturbed by the cold as a result of the breeze originating from sea. He clung on to his coat, akin to a newborn clinging to his mother while breastfeeding. His coat looked soaked, as a result of the rains which had only just dissipated an hour before. The agent saw the discomfort of the man and decided to open the gate remotely.
He saw the islander scurry inside and move quickly up the drive, leaving his damp coat on the coat rack at the unlocked door. The man seemed to have something on his mind. Just as EF-15 was about to ask, Itzamatul began,
"Sorry for the absence of formalities my dear friend. As you may have heard, I have been replaced by a puppet of the Junta. My people have reported increased surveillance of their daily lives by the Imperial garrison."
"Yes, I have noted the situation in the islands.You do seem a bit disturbed though, what's bothering you?"
" I think I'm being followed, Agent. I have had to use a series of back roads and detours to get here. I believe I lost them though, I don't think they may have been too keen to keep moving aimlessly for an hour."
"Well, that explains why you are late. Follow me, we need to talk."
Agent EF-15 began to move towards the basement, fully aware that the covert operation may have been found out. He began to formulate possible outcomes of the night, keeping in mind the fact that the Islander may have been quietly followed to the house, even after he'd finally found it safe to proceed to the house. "What if his phone has been compromised by the Junta's Intelligence Unit," he thought. It wouldn't have been out of the realm of possibility for the Islander's phone to be bugged. Residents of Citlamina did have to undergo daily checks.
Before entering, the Agent retrieved an FX-20 Assault Rifle from the Armory as well as a Tyra 45A-3 Automatic Pistol which he gave to the Islander. He also asked the Islander to leave his phone outside as well as his watch as a precautionary measure .The two entered the meeting room, the panic room, and sat down.
"I've called you here because the top brass over at HQ fear for your safety and as such will be assigning two covert bodyguards who will always have you in their sight while in public. We have also gotten you this phone, for communication between yourself and either your bodyguards or I. At the moment we cannot get you out of Xiomera though, your prolonged absence would be too suspic..."
The sudden blare of an alarm cut the agent off. Three heavily armed intruders had been noted as having breached the compound. An alert message was sent to the LIA HQ.
"The agent looked at the islander and decided to let him stay in the panic room, he couldn't risk his death. He grabbed the rifle and stood up abruptly.
"What's going on, Agent. Is everything alright?"
"Just stay here, and monitor the situation outside. You were right, you were being followed."
The agent exited the door which automatically closed behind him, its reinforced doors indestructible to most firepower.
. . .
Edinburgh Manor, Aunistria
A few minutes later
Prime Minister Nicholas Moretti was roused from his sleep by an incoming phone call. It was the head of the LIA.
"Make it quick, please"
"Our man assigned to the Islander, Itzamatul, has been compromised. We have sent a squad to the safe house, but we cannot guarantee the safety of the two until the squad arrives."
"Oh, shit! Keep me posted, thanks."
The Prime Minister still groggy from his slumber rose and moved downstairs for a cup of coffee. He knew that if they lost Itzamatul, all of Legionas' plans in Xiomera would be severely disrupted, and at the moment there was no plan B.
<t>In Varietate Concordia</t>