Realistic or Modern Project Syndicate: Seitenwind IC [CLOSED]

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EPISODE 1: LOST LUGGAGE

Reticent heels and shuffling boots echoed the airport at Incheon. Every now and then, a place of respite for the weary - coffee shops, a few scattered bars and vibrant gift stores. The intersection clock showed 0532 local time. Different means and different times, Crosswind had been given their locales and rally point on a "need-to-know" basis - something that seems to be passed down to their very bones. Rather than travelling together, they had to get in-country via different means, as the Syndicates lurk among the shadows of the foggy morning of Korea. Such was their line of work, for knowledge itself was nothing short of carrying intelligence around for the enemy to exploit. The Program itself, has yet to be refined, let alone their arrays of assets. Only the integral part of the Board knew more than those on the ground.

An unattended briefcase? Or perhaps a phone call at a certain booth at a certain time? Or rather, a simple flight change on the flight board. These seemingly-trivial details could very well determine the outcome of Crosswind Team's operational integrity. Any of these subtle details could be a low-key signal to the operators. Trained to attend to these details, are the Crows that carry out the Program's bidding. A vacation, it seemed, was the general term for those coming to a land foreign to their own with sandals and khaki shorts. But for these estranged triplet, their purpose are anything but warm water and inflatable duckies.

In the airport's parking garage, laid dormant an assortment of vehicles. Yet despite their indifferent looks, a certain group of personnel from different directions, found their way to the same car. The numbers that were once on different disposable pieces of papers were now engraved on the sedan's plates. It was almost as if it was a set of subliminal courses of action that brought three strangers to one another.

Midrick RandomBlobMan

OBJECTIVE:
Locate black sedan and rally with other team members. Next set of instructions are found inside glove compartment.

 

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Agent Summer
Hyunjun Apartment (Hotel 4), S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan @Minyari
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A modicum of unorthodox gestures and silence befell the room. Void had already passee onto the realm of dreams, Ink was more or less an obligated personnel of silence, while Salient and Morphine acquainted with one another. Summer shrugged it off. This wasn't the regular armed force. She picked them for a reason, and that was precisely what she needed - unorthodoxy. After all, nothing survives first contact, as she had learnt two years ago in Russia. Keeping a calm demeanor, Summer leaned back and sighed slightly. She felt a vibrating motion in her jacket's pocket. Taking a brief glance at the screen, she eyed the operators briefly before turning away.

"Vulture. What do you mean... lost luggage?" the woman answered the phone, with a certain gloom in her voice.

"What do you have on hand? Positive? Very well. Commence SSE and RTB. I will go after the asset myself. Keep me updated. Vulture out." Summer ended her call, as she turned towards Crosswind.

"Looks like you've got your first job, Crows. Right, ears up... All ears." Summer said, as she crumbled a piece of paper and threw it at Void's forehead.

"One of my asset is compromised. He's being held by the Syndies at a warehouse in Seoul. Your package is Sanghun Jo, a local informant. I need you to extract him to Incheon Airport. Time is of the essence. No time for recce or surveillance. You'll be going in gun akimbos with no support. Vulture reports some twenty hostiles in the perimeter, small arms and the likes. Use what you can from the Caddy's trunk, but get my asset home quick and clean. Questions? Good. Move your arses! Summer briefed Crosswind, laying out a map of their area of operation, as she marked their objective's locations and possible routes for their exfiltration process. She then slides Jo's picture across the table.

"He who dares, wins. Lasses." Summer saw the group out the door. There at the window panel, she eyed the street below her, where Crosswind would be getting ready to move out.

Objective:
- Gear Up Sequence: 1x primary/secondary weapon of choice.
- Find and extract Sanghun Jo from warehouse in Seoul to Incheon Airport.

Enemy dispositions: ~20 gunmen
Terrain: Urban

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EPISODE 1.5: FOREIGN AFFAIRS​

A week have passed since Crosswind's extraction of Jo, their local informant in Korea. Needless to say, the ordeal left quite a scene for clean up. A couple of skirmishes, a car chase, then picking off some stragglers. For agent Summer, it was nothing she could not cover on paper for Crosswind. Unorthodox, but exceptionally precise in their endeavors, Summer was pleased with them coming through. Jo was more or less intact, and took his ticket to America to lay low. Going off the grid for Jo also meant that he was on his own. Unlike their Special Activities Division counterparts, Aquila Program were not keen on advising security for Jo. Once they were burnt, there was no going back. However, Summer had her own take on the situation. The man left behind actionable intels in and around Asia. Smuggled shipment of guns for Crosswind, layout of key Syndicate gathering, and foremost - a certain safebox that needed to be recovered. The latter was said to be locked up in the Capital Bank in Seoul.

After the recent mission, Crosswind were confined to their safehouse Hotel Four. Bidding time for Summer to pick up on movements that pertained to the Syndicate's reactions. One of which had pointed out frequent influx of 'tourists' in Seoul, which only served to solidify Jo's intel. Before he left, Jo had pointed out some contacts in the area for Crosswind to secure. Local smuggling contacts that sold firearms and the like. Korea had proven to be strict on its gun-owning policies, but there exists certain holes. The Crows were no less different from the Syndicate in that endeavor. Parallel actions that reflected the Syndicate's modus operandi would help the Crows understand their enemies better, or so agent Summer remarked.

Following Jo's extraction, Crosswind was tasked with picking up on his work. Locales where gun shipments 'disappear' and somehow made it into their hands in Korea. The process itself was simple: attribute a front security company in need of guns, a locale for shipment, avoid payment by robbing said convoy of gun shipment, get in contact with a smuggler for a liable deal, and have them sent to your front door in Korea. But even when the deal was made, the smuggler themselves would ask for an "understanding", one that includes a sidejob in return for the weapons and equipment that they smuggle for Crosswind. And thus, Crosswind now finds themselves booking a couple of flights to number of locations.

Morphine and Ink were sent to Vietnam. Void tended to their shipment details, the exact warehouse that the smugglers would dock Crosswind's orders at, the schedule and real estate aspects of it. Meanwhile, Salient flew to Oman, joined by a new face of Crosswind - Warden. They were to secure a deal with the smuggler there in person, and prepare to rob the shipment that Jo had scheduled that was inbound for Muttrah City.

Salient
Muttrah City, Oman
Rielaix​

Salient got off the bus, and lit a cigarette, giving it a few puffs, as she paced herself out of the bus station and towards the motel by the seaside highway. Even in the heat, her multipurpose orange jacket kept the sun from parching her skin. She had a tanktop underneath and a shemagh wrapped around her head. Her camera strapped around her neck, with a dark coyote 5.11 backpack. It has been a week since Jo's extraction and it still felt like yesterday when she was in combat. Time was more or less a weird thing for the Austrian. She had been to more places than she could count in a span of two weeks. The perks that came with her job was definitely the travelling. But unlike tourists, her glances were not in awe at the scenery, but were instead one of discrimination against those that were armed. Rather than kicking it back with a cold beer in hand for a nice weekend off, Salient was always looking over her back, counting exits, armed personnels, and suspicious faces.

In front of the motel, she stood alone by the dumpster, trying to finish her cigarette while eyeing her surrounding. She was expecting someone. She did not know who it was she was looking for, but they should be alone, and more or less looking odd and out of place like her. The dumpster was their meeting point, like Korea's parked Cadillac. Salient had her earpiece in check, expecting a call anytime soon from Agent Summer should they change heir rally point again. Muttrah was a nice city for its cool breeze, Salient thought. It would not hurt to stay around for a couple of days, but she was chosen for a different life. The least she could do was cope with it. Unshielding her camera lenses, Salient snapped a few shots, blending in as a tourist, while standing by for her expected company for their main objective.