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ICSC Designation: CASE-044
Unofficial Designation: "The Demon of Pripyat"
Location: 37Km North of Chernobyl
Operative Disguise: UN Nuclear Inspection and Observation Team
Mission: Identify, Secure and Contain
Threat Assessment: Lethal
TACT/FRT/FST
Fallstrom drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while looking out through the window. His eyes darted back and forth, studying every person and vehicle passing through the area. A voice next to him spoke up.
"Stop."
Glancing to his right he looked at his colleague, Gavrilov, who was busy fiddling with his cellphone and sipping from his coffee. Gavrilov looked up. "You need to relax. He has another hour to get in touch."
Fallstrom grunted and leaned back in his seat. "What if the entity moves?"
Gavrilov chuckled. "If it has stayed in the same place since '87 it sure as hell ain't going anywhere." Looking up from his cellphone Gavrilov did a quick nod. "There he is."
Dressed in a UN-embroided blue jacket was a bearded man casually approaching the white UN jeep the two agents were currently sitting in. The man opened one of the rear doors and seated himself. Upon closing the door he rubbed his hands together for warmth. "Can't wait to get out of this shithole country," said Krinkov.
He nodded towards the dashboard. "Heater?"
"Broken," replied Fallstrom and Gavrilov in unison.
Krinkov cursed in russian. Shaking his head he tapped towards one of his pockets. "Got the last files. Let's head back to the others."
Nodding, Fallstrom twisted the keys in the ignition to start up the car and a few moments later the jeep was heading towards the outskirts of Chernobyl.
Located in one of the more derelict parts of town was a small UN office. Or at least what looked like one. In reality the small office space was a local front for the UN-ICSC personnel currently operating in the area. Someone up top had spoken about it being an ex-KGB safehouse. Would explain the padded rooms and stained blood in the basement.
The jeep pulled up into the walled-off courtyard next to the office and parked next to another jeep and a pair of unmarked vans with local non-UN plates. Standing next to the vans was one of the other agents that had been assigned to the mission. Gavrilov did a quick nod towards her upon exiting the jeep. "Griffith. Good to see you." The woman returned the greeting with a curt nod. "Likewise Gavrilov."
She looked at two other men. "Fallstrom. Krinkov." The men nodded.
Gavrilov nodded towards the building. "Any noise regarding our reinforcements?"
"We have six more agents coming in, possibly more if they can clear up more resources. Intel put two of their officers to babysit us throughout the mission," said Griffith. "Once they others are here we'll start the briefing, gear up and head up. It'll be a short but bumpy ride."
Just then another vehicle, a unmarked civilian truck, pulled up into the lot. Griffith grunted. "Speaking of the devil..."
Once the truck parked another agent, Barazi, hopped out of the driver's seat while six individuals dressed in a mix of civilian attire and UN-printed uniforms hopped out of the flatbed. "I hope you didn't start the party without me," said Barazi. She nodded towards those that had left the truck. "Reinforcements, as ordered."
Griffith approached the six individuals and extended her hand. "Agent Griffith, Paranormal Intelligence Team. You must be Strauss, Oyeyemi, Kim, Kazuya, Donovan and Bo."
"Welcome to Chernobyl," said Gavrilov in the back while nodding.
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INTELLIGENCE
It was a quiet evening at the office. In this case the office was in fact PAD 13's intelligence section. Positioned inside the crescent-shaped soundproof room were a serious of large monitors alongside the straight wall with five rows of work stations facing it. On the screens were a mix of helmet camera footage, operational alerts and a list of currently active assignments listed either as pending, resolved or in progress.
Currently that list was short. Special Intelligence Chief Haskell took her fifth sip (or was it sixth?) from her cup of coffee while standing at the center of the room casually. At this hour there wasn't much to do. A couple of pending operations. One in progress and a dozen or so that had been resolved. Most of the work stations were empty as the day shift rested in the barracks.
Looking to her right Haskell glanced over at Kendell, one of the SIOs under her command. "Kendell. Status on the operation in Scotland?" Kendell looked up from her monitor. "Ma'am, they should have it wrapped up shortly. The team hijacked a fishing boat to lure the entity. Should be contained and ready for relocation momentarily."
Haskell nodded. "Good." Another sip. "Let me know when they're done."
"Yes ma'am."
Haskell's eyes darted over to the large digital clock above the central monitors. She looked at the european timezones. They should be getting started.
Looking down at the list of operations her eyes lingered. CASE-044. Ukraine. 18:00. That was in two hours.
After taking yet another sip Haskell walked down to the second row and approached one of the senior officers overlooking four other junior intelligence officers.
"Riku. You got eyes on 044 yet?"
One of the intelligence officers, Stromberg, glanced at Riku and nodded. On his monitors were several graphs and assorted intelligence files related to the operation in Ukraine. He did a quick thumbs up to signal that he was good to go.
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Unofficial Designation: "The Demon of Pripyat"
Location: 37Km North of Chernobyl
Operative Disguise: UN Nuclear Inspection and Observation Team
Mission: Identify, Secure and Contain
Threat Assessment: Lethal
TACT/FRT/FST
Fallstrom drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while looking out through the window. His eyes darted back and forth, studying every person and vehicle passing through the area. A voice next to him spoke up.
"Stop."
Glancing to his right he looked at his colleague, Gavrilov, who was busy fiddling with his cellphone and sipping from his coffee. Gavrilov looked up. "You need to relax. He has another hour to get in touch."
Fallstrom grunted and leaned back in his seat. "What if the entity moves?"
Gavrilov chuckled. "If it has stayed in the same place since '87 it sure as hell ain't going anywhere." Looking up from his cellphone Gavrilov did a quick nod. "There he is."
Dressed in a UN-embroided blue jacket was a bearded man casually approaching the white UN jeep the two agents were currently sitting in. The man opened one of the rear doors and seated himself. Upon closing the door he rubbed his hands together for warmth. "Can't wait to get out of this shithole country," said Krinkov.
He nodded towards the dashboard. "Heater?"
"Broken," replied Fallstrom and Gavrilov in unison.
Krinkov cursed in russian. Shaking his head he tapped towards one of his pockets. "Got the last files. Let's head back to the others."
Nodding, Fallstrom twisted the keys in the ignition to start up the car and a few moments later the jeep was heading towards the outskirts of Chernobyl.
Located in one of the more derelict parts of town was a small UN office. Or at least what looked like one. In reality the small office space was a local front for the UN-ICSC personnel currently operating in the area. Someone up top had spoken about it being an ex-KGB safehouse. Would explain the padded rooms and stained blood in the basement.
The jeep pulled up into the walled-off courtyard next to the office and parked next to another jeep and a pair of unmarked vans with local non-UN plates. Standing next to the vans was one of the other agents that had been assigned to the mission. Gavrilov did a quick nod towards her upon exiting the jeep. "Griffith. Good to see you." The woman returned the greeting with a curt nod. "Likewise Gavrilov."
She looked at two other men. "Fallstrom. Krinkov." The men nodded.
Gavrilov nodded towards the building. "Any noise regarding our reinforcements?"
"We have six more agents coming in, possibly more if they can clear up more resources. Intel put two of their officers to babysit us throughout the mission," said Griffith. "Once they others are here we'll start the briefing, gear up and head up. It'll be a short but bumpy ride."
Just then another vehicle, a unmarked civilian truck, pulled up into the lot. Griffith grunted. "Speaking of the devil..."
Once the truck parked another agent, Barazi, hopped out of the driver's seat while six individuals dressed in a mix of civilian attire and UN-printed uniforms hopped out of the flatbed. "I hope you didn't start the party without me," said Barazi. She nodded towards those that had left the truck. "Reinforcements, as ordered."
Griffith approached the six individuals and extended her hand. "Agent Griffith, Paranormal Intelligence Team. You must be Strauss, Oyeyemi, Kim, Kazuya, Donovan and Bo."
"Welcome to Chernobyl," said Gavrilov in the back while nodding.
SilverbackActual
ONI
Tjek
FabulousTrash
Paolumu
Snackofthefuture
INTELLIGENCE
It was a quiet evening at the office. In this case the office was in fact PAD 13's intelligence section. Positioned inside the crescent-shaped soundproof room were a serious of large monitors alongside the straight wall with five rows of work stations facing it. On the screens were a mix of helmet camera footage, operational alerts and a list of currently active assignments listed either as pending, resolved or in progress.
Currently that list was short. Special Intelligence Chief Haskell took her fifth sip (or was it sixth?) from her cup of coffee while standing at the center of the room casually. At this hour there wasn't much to do. A couple of pending operations. One in progress and a dozen or so that had been resolved. Most of the work stations were empty as the day shift rested in the barracks.
Looking to her right Haskell glanced over at Kendell, one of the SIOs under her command. "Kendell. Status on the operation in Scotland?" Kendell looked up from her monitor. "Ma'am, they should have it wrapped up shortly. The team hijacked a fishing boat to lure the entity. Should be contained and ready for relocation momentarily."
Haskell nodded. "Good." Another sip. "Let me know when they're done."
"Yes ma'am."
Haskell's eyes darted over to the large digital clock above the central monitors. She looked at the european timezones. They should be getting started.
Looking down at the list of operations her eyes lingered. CASE-044. Ukraine. 18:00. That was in two hours.
After taking yet another sip Haskell walked down to the second row and approached one of the senior officers overlooking four other junior intelligence officers.
"Riku. You got eyes on 044 yet?"
One of the intelligence officers, Stromberg, glanced at Riku and nodded. On his monitors were several graphs and assorted intelligence files related to the operation in Ukraine. He did a quick thumbs up to signal that he was good to go.
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