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ICSC Designation: CASE-001-X
Unofficial Designation: "Hades"; "Hell's Gate"; "The Drop"
Location: [REDACTED], Siberia, Russia
Operative Disguise: Top-Secret Site - Russian Armed Forces (Research & Development)
Mission: Identify and Asses
Threat Assessment: UNKNOWN - USE CAUTION!
ADMIN
Things were calm up inside the main base tower. Overlooking the entire base and most of its reinforced perimeter this impressive centerpiece may look like a larger and much wider flight control tower though it served a much greater purpose. Alongside the actual flight control handling all inbound and outgoing flights, as well as air security, were the main base administration, chief logistical staff and parts of the on-base security operations.
In short, it was a nexus. Because of that it came as no surprise when the newly-appointed base director choose to have his office at the very center of it. Behind the safety of his large cubical office the director could observe all the tower staff but remain invisible himself thanks to the reinforced one-way mirrors acting as glass walls. There was only one way in- a reinforced glass door- that came with its own intercom system and the room itself could technically double as a panic room in the event of an emergency.
Those that worked inside the tower knew better than to use their work stations for anything but ICSC-related matters, much less knock on the door to the director and disturb him.
Over at flight control the shift manager had just started his third cup of coffee when one of his technicians glanced over her shoulder.
"Sir, inbound flight from the south-west. ICSC codes have been transmitted. It's him."
The manager nodded and gently placed his cup on the table. He pointed at the tech. "Send an escort, use one of the flights that's already airborne. I'll tell the boss."
"Right away, sir." Said the technician, nodding. As she began to hail one of the patrol craft the manager made his way away from his station and walked towards the mirrored cube at the center of the tower. He pressed down the intercom button next to the door. "Köningsberg, sir. Director Hallsworth is on approach, five minutes out. Thought you wanted to know."
Mr_DC
TACT/PIT/FST
Griffith went over the list on her datapad another time. The agent sighed deeply and scratched her neck around the scar. Everything better be there.
The sound of metal against metal made her look up. On the other side of the large equipment hangar a forklift managed to drop a couple of equipment crates. The driver cowered in his seat as one of the senior agents, Gavrilov, began to yell at him for not being more careful. Griffith shook her head.
Ever since Hades had started things had been a little bit sense. When the base construction began to near its completion it had became more and more obvious that the purpose for what was not to contain but to study the anomaly. What did you need to study something underground? An expedition of TACT-grunts.
The process had been fast. Veterans from previous ops and from all of the PADs had been handpicked by a special committee that handled most of the staffing though several people had been sent to the base through commendations and recommendations by those on-site. In Griffith's case she had tried to bring most of the folks she had worked with years ago at the height of Operation Spirit.
Unfortunately not everyone could make it. Some were busy elsewhere, promoted to higher posts and even dead.
Still, if she was to head down underground she wanted the best people she could get. Gear too.
Gavrilov and Fallstrom had been an easy pick; The two of them were inseparable and true professionals. Same thing applied to Barazi and Roux, with the former having just returned to duty after a nasty incident in Chernobyl.
There were a couple of wildcards on the team as well. Kolt was a familiar face but in all honesty Griffith only knew him from a couple of missions that they had done together.
Speaking of familiar faces, the Komatsu siblings were around as well. A comforting thought. Kazuya had done well during his time with 13 and his sister Riku had been nothing but a comforting and professional voice on the other line. It was good to have them back.
There were also a couple of new faces as well. Noriko and Cain. Griffith had only skimmed through their dossiers but they seemed capable enough though they would be tested greatly during this mission, regardless of what it may entail. There was also a pilot. Rose. Roux had vouched for him and Griffith knew him well enough from a couple of mission. Bastard could fly, alright.
All in all it was a good setup and as Griffith looked at the people moving about in the hangar she hoped that they were ready. While she didn't doubt the numerous TACT-grunts that had been assigned to her squad, grunts who she only knew the surnames of, they weren't the people she'd rely on nor trust with her life.
Bronco
FabulousTrash
Ayama
_gallifrog_
In the distance the fenced-off perimeter of the Hades base could be seen with its main structure and large metal-plated tower cutting through the white snow like a knife. Perhaps building something all the way out here was even more impressive? Or was it simply a defying action against nature. Time would tell.
The static from the in-flight communications broke the tranquility of the moment as Wagner, Roses' wing-man, spoke up.
"Rose. You there? Looks like we're being called to escort-duty." A chuckled escaped the pilot. Soon enough Rose' HUD flashed as Hades Control relayed information on their escort target. It was up to Rose and Wagner to make sure that the helicopter would reach its destination safely from the safety of their experimental aircraft.
"I'll follow your lead," said Wagner.
DrabberRogue
INTELLIGENCE
It wasn't much but it was enough. Not nearly as large and as spacious as the intelligence center at Sigma Site the Hades-counterpart would suffice well enough for the on-site operation. One of the techs tapped his fingers against the back of his datapad and muttered something before looking up at Riku whom had been promoted to lead the on-site intelligence group. "Looks like the final monitors will be up and running in about an hour. That said there's still some network ports that needs configuring to better link with the satellites."
He nodded towards the computer terminals. "Anything else you need us to do?"
Meanwhile, on the other end of the room Kendell sat behind her desk with narrowed eyes as the techs walked back and forth. They weren't exactly the most graceful members of the staff and the intelligence specialist had taken it upon herself to make sure that they wouldn't break anything else inside the room after the traumatic event that costed the life of her favorite coffee cup.
Next to Kendell was Stromberg who was currently standing at his station while looking at the few monitors that were online. Currently the largest of them displayed live feed from a camera positioned two stories below them from inside the main containment room.
The room was empty aside from four industrial floodlights and the well from the village which had been left intact until it could be ruled that it was not in fact a paranormal item. "That's fucking unnerving," said Stromberg. Kendell grunted.
"You think they'll send anything down the well as well?"
Kendell glanced up at him. "Like what? A drone?"
Stromberg shrugged. "I don't know. Who knows what Admin decides to do."
FabulousTrash
Unofficial Designation: "Hades"; "Hell's Gate"; "The Drop"
Location: [REDACTED], Siberia, Russia
Operative Disguise: Top-Secret Site - Russian Armed Forces (Research & Development)
Mission: Identify and Asses
Threat Assessment: UNKNOWN - USE CAUTION!
ADMIN
Things were calm up inside the main base tower. Overlooking the entire base and most of its reinforced perimeter this impressive centerpiece may look like a larger and much wider flight control tower though it served a much greater purpose. Alongside the actual flight control handling all inbound and outgoing flights, as well as air security, were the main base administration, chief logistical staff and parts of the on-base security operations.
In short, it was a nexus. Because of that it came as no surprise when the newly-appointed base director choose to have his office at the very center of it. Behind the safety of his large cubical office the director could observe all the tower staff but remain invisible himself thanks to the reinforced one-way mirrors acting as glass walls. There was only one way in- a reinforced glass door- that came with its own intercom system and the room itself could technically double as a panic room in the event of an emergency.
Those that worked inside the tower knew better than to use their work stations for anything but ICSC-related matters, much less knock on the door to the director and disturb him.
Over at flight control the shift manager had just started his third cup of coffee when one of his technicians glanced over her shoulder.
"Sir, inbound flight from the south-west. ICSC codes have been transmitted. It's him."
The manager nodded and gently placed his cup on the table. He pointed at the tech. "Send an escort, use one of the flights that's already airborne. I'll tell the boss."
"Right away, sir." Said the technician, nodding. As she began to hail one of the patrol craft the manager made his way away from his station and walked towards the mirrored cube at the center of the tower. He pressed down the intercom button next to the door. "Köningsberg, sir. Director Hallsworth is on approach, five minutes out. Thought you wanted to know."
Mr_DC
TACT/PIT/FST
Griffith went over the list on her datapad another time. The agent sighed deeply and scratched her neck around the scar. Everything better be there.
The sound of metal against metal made her look up. On the other side of the large equipment hangar a forklift managed to drop a couple of equipment crates. The driver cowered in his seat as one of the senior agents, Gavrilov, began to yell at him for not being more careful. Griffith shook her head.
Ever since Hades had started things had been a little bit sense. When the base construction began to near its completion it had became more and more obvious that the purpose for what was not to contain but to study the anomaly. What did you need to study something underground? An expedition of TACT-grunts.
The process had been fast. Veterans from previous ops and from all of the PADs had been handpicked by a special committee that handled most of the staffing though several people had been sent to the base through commendations and recommendations by those on-site. In Griffith's case she had tried to bring most of the folks she had worked with years ago at the height of Operation Spirit.
Unfortunately not everyone could make it. Some were busy elsewhere, promoted to higher posts and even dead.
Still, if she was to head down underground she wanted the best people she could get. Gear too.
Gavrilov and Fallstrom had been an easy pick; The two of them were inseparable and true professionals. Same thing applied to Barazi and Roux, with the former having just returned to duty after a nasty incident in Chernobyl.
There were a couple of wildcards on the team as well. Kolt was a familiar face but in all honesty Griffith only knew him from a couple of missions that they had done together.
Speaking of familiar faces, the Komatsu siblings were around as well. A comforting thought. Kazuya had done well during his time with 13 and his sister Riku had been nothing but a comforting and professional voice on the other line. It was good to have them back.
There were also a couple of new faces as well. Noriko and Cain. Griffith had only skimmed through their dossiers but they seemed capable enough though they would be tested greatly during this mission, regardless of what it may entail. There was also a pilot. Rose. Roux had vouched for him and Griffith knew him well enough from a couple of mission. Bastard could fly, alright.
All in all it was a good setup and as Griffith looked at the people moving about in the hangar she hoped that they were ready. While she didn't doubt the numerous TACT-grunts that had been assigned to her squad, grunts who she only knew the surnames of, they weren't the people she'd rely on nor trust with her life.
Bronco
FabulousTrash
Ayama
_gallifrog_
* * *
From this high up in the air the ground looked like nothing more but a white canvas. This part of the region was relatively flat and with few trees and the little terrain and flora that still thrived in these harsh conditions did so with the help of shelter from cliffs and with nourishment from the rivers zigzagging here and there. It was surreal in a way. The way nature had been left untouched, how it had managed to survive where nothing else could.
In the distance the fenced-off perimeter of the Hades base could be seen with its main structure and large metal-plated tower cutting through the white snow like a knife. Perhaps building something all the way out here was even more impressive? Or was it simply a defying action against nature. Time would tell.
The static from the in-flight communications broke the tranquility of the moment as Wagner, Roses' wing-man, spoke up.
"Rose. You there? Looks like we're being called to escort-duty." A chuckled escaped the pilot. Soon enough Rose' HUD flashed as Hades Control relayed information on their escort target. It was up to Rose and Wagner to make sure that the helicopter would reach its destination safely from the safety of their experimental aircraft.
"I'll follow your lead," said Wagner.
DrabberRogue
INTELLIGENCE
It wasn't much but it was enough. Not nearly as large and as spacious as the intelligence center at Sigma Site the Hades-counterpart would suffice well enough for the on-site operation. One of the techs tapped his fingers against the back of his datapad and muttered something before looking up at Riku whom had been promoted to lead the on-site intelligence group. "Looks like the final monitors will be up and running in about an hour. That said there's still some network ports that needs configuring to better link with the satellites."
He nodded towards the computer terminals. "Anything else you need us to do?"
Meanwhile, on the other end of the room Kendell sat behind her desk with narrowed eyes as the techs walked back and forth. They weren't exactly the most graceful members of the staff and the intelligence specialist had taken it upon herself to make sure that they wouldn't break anything else inside the room after the traumatic event that costed the life of her favorite coffee cup.
Next to Kendell was Stromberg who was currently standing at his station while looking at the few monitors that were online. Currently the largest of them displayed live feed from a camera positioned two stories below them from inside the main containment room.
The room was empty aside from four industrial floodlights and the well from the village which had been left intact until it could be ruled that it was not in fact a paranormal item. "That's fucking unnerving," said Stromberg. Kendell grunted.
"You think they'll send anything down the well as well?"
Kendell glanced up at him. "Like what? A drone?"
Stromberg shrugged. "I don't know. Who knows what Admin decides to do."
FabulousTrash
