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Realistic or Modern The Knights- (modern spy thriller)
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FrostFire
Flaming Ice Queen
Lyra Mackenzie/ Agent Percival
Location: Car
Just as she pulled out her phone, she heard the shot. With a gasp, she fumbled with the device, unlocking it and watching what went down in horror, one hand already on the opened door, ready to run after Galahad when she froze has he told her explicitly not to do that...Location: Car
"Fucking hell, Galahad! I'm not going to blow you up!", her voice was shrill as she slammed the car door, and spun the wheels as she shot up to the entrance, slamming the breaks on once she was just ahead of it. She still had one hand holding the phone, as she watched everything going on in abstract horror.
"What the hell happened?!?", she didn't expect an answer, and guessed she wouldn't get one until Arthur chewed them out when they got back. They were both in some deep shit, and she wasn't looking forward to the punishment Arthur would inevitably dish out. Knowing this, she got the feeling Galahad would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day, maybe even the next few days, or even weeks.
She couldn't help but worry, he had expressed quite strongly that he was more than capable of handling himself, and she wondered whether this outcome was what he planned.
"Galahad, I'm outside. I. Will. Not. Blow. You. Up.", she knew he probably couldn't hear her, judging by the chaos within the building. She was torn between doing as he said, or ignoring his command and going in to help... If she stayed, it would mean they could get away quicker, and detonate her bombs faster too - so she fidgeted in the drivers seat, strapped in and waiting anxiously for him to run out so she could floor it.
ReverseTex
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NightSky
✬ ✭✰ ✮ ✯
Eliska Lysakova - Agent Lamorak
Location - Brad Matthew's Mansion [Hidden]
Tags -
Ren
Eliska's spared a little more time away from her screens to watch in awe as the little metallic bumblebee flew towards its destination. It almost felt surreal. However, Eliska didn't have time to dwell on that, she had a job to do. Back to her screens the red dot had travelled along the road and was approaching its stopping objective, clearly driving above the speed limits but Matthew obviously had enough money to get himself out of any trouble that would cause. Holding back the urge to roll her eyes she looked over the series of numbers and letters on her main program displayed on her laptop screen. Everything was running smoothly.
Movement sounded from behind where the petite agent was positioned. She turned slightly on her stool to see Rhys applying sunscreen to his skin. No comment was made about it but she spun back to her work with a small smile hinting on her lips. Personally, Eliska's Czech roots allowed her to tan much more easily but rarely found herself burning under the sunlight.
As the real focus was sinking in Eliska helped Rhys guide the bumblebee through the maze inside the mansion. It almost felt like a mini game, trying to manoeuvre through the halls and avoiding drawing any attention to the little gadget. The only difference was there was no immediate restart. A series of commands from her mentor to his AI system later, Eliska was ready to delve into the system.
The start up program had worked its was into the initial system, the security measures were as advanced as she had expected. However, Eliska had been working on her malware for some time and the odds were in her favour. Most computer systems are set up to reject existing viruses, Eliska's was completely individual and therefore the computerised system would not know how to react to it, and if it were to realise her intentions they would be long gone by the time that happened. The coding of her program was eating through the existing firewall, perhaps a little bit slower than they would have liked but it was working nonetheless. This lead her to a password protected entry. Passwords are generally stored as hashes, which are encrypted characters. Mostly through trial and error her program begun to replace and retry a series of hashes from Eliska's existing database, around three hundred billion combinations entering the system per second. Creating a waterfall of numbers and letters on her laptop screen.
Access granted. Eliska pulled herself from the CCTV screens back to the laptop, her eyes widening as they lit up in excitement. A reflection of the green lettering in her irises. Ninety seconds and an infinite amount of passwords later they were in the system. Her fingers skimmed the keyboard as she typed in the sole command to transfer all the data Brad Matthew hid. A completion bar spread across her laptop screen. Twenty minutes remaining. It begun copying everything onto Rhys's computers, there were a lot of files but they needed everything they could find.
The Czech agent sighed as the hard part of the hacking was completed, their only task now was to wait for it to download then they could leave. "If all your gadgets are like bumblebee, is there anything you can't do?" She spoke to Rhys but kept her eyes on the screens in front of her. The programming was almost done but interceptions could be around any corner. Zooming in on Brad Matthew's location, his meeting was at a five star hotel in the centre of LA. "I bet half of this information we're infiltrating are selfies." She tightened her ponytail with a playful smile on her face.
The green bar on the screen had filled up and the information was all in their hands. The technologist closed the software and erased any trace of it being there. "Time for bumblebee to come home." Eliska mumbled to herself, their plan was simple as removing the mechanism and bring it back to the van. There was only one problem, bumblebee wasn't moving. "Uh, Rhys- Agent Bedivere, is everything ok?" Her eyes rapidly scanning the CCTV and her own system.
Location - Brad Matthew's Mansion [Hidden]
Tags -
Ren
Eliska's spared a little more time away from her screens to watch in awe as the little metallic bumblebee flew towards its destination. It almost felt surreal. However, Eliska didn't have time to dwell on that, she had a job to do. Back to her screens the red dot had travelled along the road and was approaching its stopping objective, clearly driving above the speed limits but Matthew obviously had enough money to get himself out of any trouble that would cause. Holding back the urge to roll her eyes she looked over the series of numbers and letters on her main program displayed on her laptop screen. Everything was running smoothly.
Movement sounded from behind where the petite agent was positioned. She turned slightly on her stool to see Rhys applying sunscreen to his skin. No comment was made about it but she spun back to her work with a small smile hinting on her lips. Personally, Eliska's Czech roots allowed her to tan much more easily but rarely found herself burning under the sunlight.
As the real focus was sinking in Eliska helped Rhys guide the bumblebee through the maze inside the mansion. It almost felt like a mini game, trying to manoeuvre through the halls and avoiding drawing any attention to the little gadget. The only difference was there was no immediate restart. A series of commands from her mentor to his AI system later, Eliska was ready to delve into the system.
The start up program had worked its was into the initial system, the security measures were as advanced as she had expected. However, Eliska had been working on her malware for some time and the odds were in her favour. Most computer systems are set up to reject existing viruses, Eliska's was completely individual and therefore the computerised system would not know how to react to it, and if it were to realise her intentions they would be long gone by the time that happened. The coding of her program was eating through the existing firewall, perhaps a little bit slower than they would have liked but it was working nonetheless. This lead her to a password protected entry. Passwords are generally stored as hashes, which are encrypted characters. Mostly through trial and error her program begun to replace and retry a series of hashes from Eliska's existing database, around three hundred billion combinations entering the system per second. Creating a waterfall of numbers and letters on her laptop screen.
Access granted. Eliska pulled herself from the CCTV screens back to the laptop, her eyes widening as they lit up in excitement. A reflection of the green lettering in her irises. Ninety seconds and an infinite amount of passwords later they were in the system. Her fingers skimmed the keyboard as she typed in the sole command to transfer all the data Brad Matthew hid. A completion bar spread across her laptop screen. Twenty minutes remaining. It begun copying everything onto Rhys's computers, there were a lot of files but they needed everything they could find.
The Czech agent sighed as the hard part of the hacking was completed, their only task now was to wait for it to download then they could leave. "If all your gadgets are like bumblebee, is there anything you can't do?" She spoke to Rhys but kept her eyes on the screens in front of her. The programming was almost done but interceptions could be around any corner. Zooming in on Brad Matthew's location, his meeting was at a five star hotel in the centre of LA. "I bet half of this information we're infiltrating are selfies." She tightened her ponytail with a playful smile on her face.
The green bar on the screen had filled up and the information was all in their hands. The technologist closed the software and erased any trace of it being there. "Time for bumblebee to come home." Eliska mumbled to herself, their plan was simple as removing the mechanism and bring it back to the van. There was only one problem, bumblebee wasn't moving. "Uh, Rhys- Agent Bedivere, is everything ok?" Her eyes rapidly scanning the CCTV and her own system.
FrostFire
Flaming Ice Queen
Lyra Mackenzie/ Agent Percival
Location: Car/ Warehouse grounds
Lyra had a hand over her mouth as she watched everything happen through his glasses, horrified. Sure, she was used to killing and gore by now but this... This was something else. She breathed a sigh of relief once they were all apparently unconscious or dead, but was still too keyed up to reply to his explanation.Location: Car/ Warehouse grounds
Turning around, she saw him come out of the building behind the car, a smile frozen on her face as she watched her fellow agent get shot. She couldn't move as she saw him fall to the ground, she was in shock. But the minute he said her name, she sprang into action, whipping off her seat belt and flinging open the door, hitting the ground at a sprint as she chased after him, screaming "Galahad!!", she saw them drag him back inside the building, and managed to reach the door seconds later, sprinting as fast as she could inside.
They took him, in a car. Her brain processed the information, and she skidded to a stop, sprinting back the way she had come, and threw herself into the car, slamming the door shut and snapping her seat belt on as she sped away - in seconds she was already going quickly, remembering from her time on the roof where they had come out and how she could get there and chase them down. She could do this, she had to do this. Lyra couldn't leave him...
ReverseTex
ReverseTex
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FrostFire
Flaming Ice Queen
Lyra Mackenzie/ Agent Percival
Location: Car
Lyra tried to turn sharp left, but the steering wheel wouldn't budge. Then she heard Arthur. "I-He-", she wasn't crying - yet. She was in shock, but she was a spy, so she had been trained to deal with this. Taking some deep breaths, she composed herself, and sat back. There was no point in her doing anything with the car, anyway, so she may as well curl up.Location: Car
"Well, I did my part, and waited in the car... Also watching.", she paused, trying not to get upset, her voice strained.
"He came out of the building, and then they shot him and dragged him back inside into a silver SUV. He got shot in the... Shoulder. I tried to run after them, I really did. And then I tried to drive after them but-", she trailed off, and took another few breaths.
"The number plate is ___", she recited the number plate that she had committed to memory as the car drove away, and sat back, a few silent tears trailing down her face.
He called out for me to help, and I failed... She felt awful, he had trusted her and she had let him down... There was nothing worse she could have done.
ReverseTex
ReverseTex
Old Timer
Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Atlas frowned, rubbing his forehead pensively. "To be entirely honest, I'm not sure. I only know what was in that file, which you saw. Now, the fact that they outsmarted and kidnapped a CIA agent would indicate that they have a leader and that they are either well trained or they have a lot of henchmen. Obviously, neither option sounds appealing, but if all goes according to plan, we should only run into a few guards. We can assume that they are all armed, but with what....I don't know." Listening to his own speech was setting him on edge. There were rarely this many question marks going into a mission. Especially with a new agent.
Suddenly the phone rang. "We have pulled your car around front, Mr. Lucan." The front desk said when he picked up the line. "Thank you." He said, hanging up. "Alright. You ready?" He asked, scanning his protégée up and down quickly. At least he didn't seem like the jittery sort.
He made his way into the hallway and down the stairs without really waiting for an answer to his last question. They had to do this whether they were ready or not, so they may as well get it over with. As promised, the rented car was idling just outside and Atlas slid into the driver's seat without really asking Gawain. He usually liked to be the one driving. They arrived at the opera house within a few minutes where he found a surprisingly convenient parking space. "Let's do this." He said, smiling lightly as the familiar mission-focus filled him. He led the way inside, pulling out his ticket with the name Lucan on it. Subtle.
After spending a decent amount of time wandering around like they were supposed to be there, Atlas nodded to Gawain. It was time to go henchmen hunting. He went to the nearest stairwell and went down to the basement level. The door that greeted them had a simple code-lock; the code to which he had found when hacking into the security feed. Once they were in, they were greeted with a web of hallways. Luckily, there weren't many doors to check, so the hardest work would be remembering the way out once they had their captive. "You okay with splitting up? Radio me if you find anything." He said, starting down the left most hallway. As he had expected, most of the doors he came across led to utility closets, dusty offices, or storerooms. There was a reason the kidnappers had chosen this place to hold the CIA agent. It seemed entirely neglected, especially compared to the glory of the opera leve.
After a while, Lucan heard voices around the corner. He proceeded carefully, drawing his knives from their boot-sheaths. He attacked the two guards quickly, stabbing one in the neck and the other in the side before they knew what hit them. The first guard fell instantly while the second guard stumbled back, trying to keep his defenses up. Lucan went low, stabbing his leg, before going up for the killing strike. He huffed slightly when he looked down at his blood covered clothes. Well, it wasn't like he had been planning on walking out casually anyway. He moved to check the door that his victims had seemed to be guarding, but it was another storeroom. They were probably just decoys then.
"Gawain, what's your status?" He said into his radio, retrieving his knives before he set off back down the corridor. Just as he finished talking, Arthur's voice echoed in his ear. His forehead creased in a frown. He wasn't particularly close to the temperamental Galahad, but hearing that any of the Knights were captured always landed a blow. "Copy." He said, refocusing on the mission at hand. This was no time to get distracted. Finish the mission, then worry.
Suddenly the phone rang. "We have pulled your car around front, Mr. Lucan." The front desk said when he picked up the line. "Thank you." He said, hanging up. "Alright. You ready?" He asked, scanning his protégée up and down quickly. At least he didn't seem like the jittery sort.
He made his way into the hallway and down the stairs without really waiting for an answer to his last question. They had to do this whether they were ready or not, so they may as well get it over with. As promised, the rented car was idling just outside and Atlas slid into the driver's seat without really asking Gawain. He usually liked to be the one driving. They arrived at the opera house within a few minutes where he found a surprisingly convenient parking space. "Let's do this." He said, smiling lightly as the familiar mission-focus filled him. He led the way inside, pulling out his ticket with the name Lucan on it. Subtle.
After spending a decent amount of time wandering around like they were supposed to be there, Atlas nodded to Gawain. It was time to go henchmen hunting. He went to the nearest stairwell and went down to the basement level. The door that greeted them had a simple code-lock; the code to which he had found when hacking into the security feed. Once they were in, they were greeted with a web of hallways. Luckily, there weren't many doors to check, so the hardest work would be remembering the way out once they had their captive. "You okay with splitting up? Radio me if you find anything." He said, starting down the left most hallway. As he had expected, most of the doors he came across led to utility closets, dusty offices, or storerooms. There was a reason the kidnappers had chosen this place to hold the CIA agent. It seemed entirely neglected, especially compared to the glory of the opera leve.
After a while, Lucan heard voices around the corner. He proceeded carefully, drawing his knives from their boot-sheaths. He attacked the two guards quickly, stabbing one in the neck and the other in the side before they knew what hit them. The first guard fell instantly while the second guard stumbled back, trying to keep his defenses up. Lucan went low, stabbing his leg, before going up for the killing strike. He huffed slightly when he looked down at his blood covered clothes. Well, it wasn't like he had been planning on walking out casually anyway. He moved to check the door that his victims had seemed to be guarding, but it was another storeroom. They were probably just decoys then.
"Gawain, what's your status?" He said into his radio, retrieving his knives before he set off back down the corridor. Just as he finished talking, Arthur's voice echoed in his ear. His forehead creased in a frown. He wasn't particularly close to the temperamental Galahad, but hearing that any of the Knights were captured always landed a blow. "Copy." He said, refocusing on the mission at hand. This was no time to get distracted. Finish the mission, then worry.
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Agent Robin G. Hayes
Agent Ector
Objective II: Lead Iker to his death
Agent Ector
Objective II: Lead Iker to his death
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Robin glanced back at Bors and the target. This man was taking too long to get drunk. Trying to think quickly, he realised he could poison a drink, but there was too much wrong with that plan. Some other guest could unknowingly take the glass and drink it, and also, he'd have to go back to the storeroom tent, and that was on the other side. He'd lose his squad in a matter of no time.
Luckily, Bors solved this problem for him. A small "accident", and Iker had the finest red wine soaking the finest tuxedo. Ironic. He quickly jogged over, bypassing party goers.
"Oh sir, I'm very sorry. Here let's get you to a bathroom, I know one that will be empty. I'll call an assistant or someone to bring you a new suit, please, please, monsieur come with me"
He led Iker away from Bors and Donovan, but he knew Donovan would be right on their tail. He glanced back every so often to make sure Iker wash still there.
Then, fairly quickly, a small side hallway with some quickly assembled bathrooms came into view. However they were no party's. They were basically metal sheets, but something about them was elegant. He beckoned Iker to the door into the second farthest one, the agreed upon one, and got Iker's whatever's number.
He faked a phone call, however, this assistant would never arrive. There was no need. Mr. Iker wouldn't need a new suit tonight. Music still played nearby and sounds of party goers went on down the corridor. The sun was setting, and Robin almost wished he could watch it from the top of this place. However this wasn't sightseeing. This was business.
Iker stepped inside the bathroom. The door locked. However, he'd made sure that this particular bathrooms locks did not work. A silenced pistol lie in a nearby crate. They'd never get one through security on them.
Now he'd just await Donovan. Then the mission would be complete. He looked back at the door.
"They are on the way monsieur, they said fifteen minutes but with traffic here, twenty, eh?"
He chuckled at his joke before walking away. He'd spend the rest of the party here to avoid suspicion. All staff were paid in cash, so it'd be nice to get a little bonus. He'd meet up with the rest later. For now, he walked past Bird and Donovan, nodded at them, and then grabbed a new tray from the kitchen, serving wine to some of the most elite on Earth. Minus one.
Luckily, Bors solved this problem for him. A small "accident", and Iker had the finest red wine soaking the finest tuxedo. Ironic. He quickly jogged over, bypassing party goers.
"Oh sir, I'm very sorry. Here let's get you to a bathroom, I know one that will be empty. I'll call an assistant or someone to bring you a new suit, please, please, monsieur come with me"
He led Iker away from Bors and Donovan, but he knew Donovan would be right on their tail. He glanced back every so often to make sure Iker wash still there.
Then, fairly quickly, a small side hallway with some quickly assembled bathrooms came into view. However they were no party's. They were basically metal sheets, but something about them was elegant. He beckoned Iker to the door into the second farthest one, the agreed upon one, and got Iker's whatever's number.
He faked a phone call, however, this assistant would never arrive. There was no need. Mr. Iker wouldn't need a new suit tonight. Music still played nearby and sounds of party goers went on down the corridor. The sun was setting, and Robin almost wished he could watch it from the top of this place. However this wasn't sightseeing. This was business.
Iker stepped inside the bathroom. The door locked. However, he'd made sure that this particular bathrooms locks did not work. A silenced pistol lie in a nearby crate. They'd never get one through security on them.
Now he'd just await Donovan. Then the mission would be complete. He looked back at the door.
"They are on the way monsieur, they said fifteen minutes but with traffic here, twenty, eh?"
He chuckled at his joke before walking away. He'd spend the rest of the party here to avoid suspicion. All staff were paid in cash, so it'd be nice to get a little bonus. He'd meet up with the rest later. For now, he walked past Bird and Donovan, nodded at them, and then grabbed a new tray from the kitchen, serving wine to some of the most elite on Earth. Minus one.
FrostFire
Flaming Ice Queen
Lyra Mackenzie/ Agent Percival
Location: Car/ Knights HQ
Lyra listened to what Arthur had to say, and when he told her to detonate the bombs, she numbly reached into one of her pockets, pulling out the small cylinder, unscrewing the top and pressing the button. She didn't even look back to revel in the beautiful lilac explosion that engulfed the warehouse and it's surrounding area. "A gas pipe leak is usually a good cover.", she said, her voice thick from crying but dead from emotion. She was definitely going into shock, when she got back she would need a tea... Or something. Her thoughts were all over the place, and she was a million miles away... Location: Car/ Knights HQ
She was so lost in her own head, that she didn't notice she had been sitting in the car for over an hour, staring at the steering wheel which had longs since stopped moving, curled up in a ball with silent tears running down her face. She had learnt how to not make a sound when she cried at a very young age, and she had never made a noise crying since.
Robotically, she unfurled, taking off her seat belt and opening the door, walking through the garage like a zombie.
Lyra didn't remember walking through the base, but the next thing she knew she was curled up in a ball on one of the comfy chairs in the rec room, her eyes red, swollen and closed - she appeared to be asleep, but of course she wasn't.
ReverseTex
Digit
All ten of 'em
Paris, FranceJared nodded in accordance with Victoria’s own opinions of the city. “New York isn’t all that different in terms of modernization, but it’s definitely no fairytale village,” he explained. His years living in the Big Apple had been enjoyable enough, though he’d hesitate to call it a suitable replacement entirely. “How long have I lived here?” he repeated, not having expected the question from Vee. “Only for about two years, for my first stint with Interpol. That was long before I joined the Knights though. Haven’t really lived here since.” Taken aback by his sudden willingness to confide in the younger agent, Jared paused momentarily before directing himself back to the task at hand. He soon realized he knew very little about the Chinese agent’s own past, though any questions he had in mind for her had to be placed on hold.
With the targets’ location established, Jared gestured at his mentee, a signal to commence the trailing. The pair of buyers, supposedly some of Gambit’s own men, continued westward as Agent Foxtrot had communicated. One had disposed of the jacket he had previously been sporting – while it served as a safety precaution, it was also an obvious tell, perhaps more so than the exchange of briefcases itself.
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are trending southwest.”
With Agent Foxtrot’s words in mind, Jared pulled up a mental image of the city layout. It was possible to envision potential routes that the buyers would take, but the greater importance rested on the ability to effectively tail the individuals. Any time spent reorienting oneself was time wasted, and it was best to be prepared for any situation that may present itself. After idling for a few seconds to place some distance between him and the targets, Jared pursued the pair at a swift but controlled pace, consciously maintaining a balance of speed and stealth.
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are now at 4.5mph.”
As Gareth turned the corners he committed to memory and continued his pursuit into the more tranquil sectors of the area, it was evident that he was in his element. Still, he shot Victoria several glances every once in a while, noting the other agent’s location and status. As the noise of the surroundings gradually subsided, it became easier to track the footsteps and the hushed whispers of the buyers, one who was currently on his phone. Understanding that the distance was still too large to identify any specific words, Jared closed the gap ever so slightly, aware that a misstep could easily blow his cover.
“Vous en avez pour environ combien de temps encore?” Interest piqued, Jared leaned his side closer to the source of whispers. The two buyers had come to a complete stop. “Dépêche-toi, le temps est froid... Dix minutes?”
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are stationary. Do you have an update?”
Unwilling to speak up within the proximity of the targets, Jared remained silent for an additional few seconds until the two Frenchmen resumed their walking. He motioned for Victoria to continue trailing them while he remained in place to relay information, believing he could easily catch up later.
“Agent Foxtrot, Agent Gareth. Targets are moving towards rendezvous point – pickup in approximately ten minutes.”
“Agent Gareth, Agent Foxtrot. Understood. Our nearest vehicle will be notified. Continue to end location.”
With the targets’ location established, Jared gestured at his mentee, a signal to commence the trailing. The pair of buyers, supposedly some of Gambit’s own men, continued westward as Agent Foxtrot had communicated. One had disposed of the jacket he had previously been sporting – while it served as a safety precaution, it was also an obvious tell, perhaps more so than the exchange of briefcases itself.
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are trending southwest.”
With Agent Foxtrot’s words in mind, Jared pulled up a mental image of the city layout. It was possible to envision potential routes that the buyers would take, but the greater importance rested on the ability to effectively tail the individuals. Any time spent reorienting oneself was time wasted, and it was best to be prepared for any situation that may present itself. After idling for a few seconds to place some distance between him and the targets, Jared pursued the pair at a swift but controlled pace, consciously maintaining a balance of speed and stealth.
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are now at 4.5mph.”
As Gareth turned the corners he committed to memory and continued his pursuit into the more tranquil sectors of the area, it was evident that he was in his element. Still, he shot Victoria several glances every once in a while, noting the other agent’s location and status. As the noise of the surroundings gradually subsided, it became easier to track the footsteps and the hushed whispers of the buyers, one who was currently on his phone. Understanding that the distance was still too large to identify any specific words, Jared closed the gap ever so slightly, aware that a misstep could easily blow his cover.
“Vous en avez pour environ combien de temps encore?” Interest piqued, Jared leaned his side closer to the source of whispers. The two buyers had come to a complete stop. “Dépêche-toi, le temps est froid... Dix minutes?”
“Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Targets are stationary. Do you have an update?”
Unwilling to speak up within the proximity of the targets, Jared remained silent for an additional few seconds until the two Frenchmen resumed their walking. He motioned for Victoria to continue trailing them while he remained in place to relay information, believing he could easily catch up later.
“Agent Foxtrot, Agent Gareth. Targets are moving towards rendezvous point – pickup in approximately ten minutes.”
“Agent Gareth, Agent Foxtrot. Understood. Our nearest vehicle will be notified. Continue to end location.”
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One Thousand Club
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Walmart People Watcher
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Two Thousand Club
Agent Dinadan
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"Alright, looks clear." Dinadan began to browse through the area before deciding on an area. "Alright Mr. Waiter, I need you to work some magic for me."
If she had more time, it would have worked better but thankfully, she'd been able to get into one very convenient system. As soon as the murder occurred, she'd set off a distraction.
The stoplights outside would keep a layer of cars around the area, keeping police away while she monitored cop chatter.
PeanutLemur
PortugalTM
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"Alright, looks clear." Dinadan began to browse through the area before deciding on an area. "Alright Mr. Waiter, I need you to work some magic for me."
If she had more time, it would have worked better but thankfully, she'd been able to get into one very convenient system. As soon as the murder occurred, she'd set off a distraction.
The stoplights outside would keep a layer of cars around the area, keeping police away while she monitored cop chatter.
NightSky
✬ ✭✰ ✮ ✯
Eliska Lysakova - Agent Lamorak
Location - Brad Matthew's Mansion [Hidden]
Tags -
Ren
A stream of colourful Czech words flowed from the recruits lips as she read over EDDI3's report from SIM1. It had almost been too easy. Eliska could feel her insides tightening as she came to the realisation; someone needed to go in. Rhys has also come to the same conclusion as he expressed it through his voice. She turned around slowly on her stool, her fingers laced together in her lap to centre herself. It wasn't ideal but there really was no other option. Field work was neither agent's speciality, nor could they leave the van unattended. For the first time since she met Rhys she saw him slightly panicked, but yet he still seemed so composed as he shrugged nonchalantly. She figured it was probably down to experience; which she didn't have much of. "And now time pressure too, this is as good as it gets innit pet?" As if things couldn't be worse she glanced over her shoulder to see Matthew on the move. Eliska let out a deep sigh, although they could probably stall him it added more pressure to the duo. It showed visibly as Rhys ran a hand through his hair. Fighting back an urge to flatten a few strands of hair which had sprung up again, similar to earlier that day, she quirked an eyebrow as he extended his hand towards her.
Rock Paper Scissors? It took a brief moment for her to come to the realisation of what he was offering. How he managed to keep spirits high at a time like this was completely beyond the protégée, she wasn't sure how he did it but she was thankful regardless. The corners up her lips turning upwards, Eliska mirrored his gesture. The first round ending in both agents opting in paper had Eliska letting out a brief giggle before they set up again. Eliska won the second round with rock; but had she really won anything? Rhys seemed unfazed as he picked up one half of their communication earpiece, and took it in his stride as he moved to get out of the van. For a split second Eliska turned back to her screens before getting up to follow him out of the van. "Rhys," He was only a few steps away and had probably heard her get out of the van but she called to him nonetheless. A thousand words held on the tip of her tongue; of questions she wanted to ask and things she wanted to tell him. She settled for only two words. "be careful."
Climbing back into the van, Eliska ignored the drumming of her heart against her ribcage as she sat down. The red dot had made some progress, to buy them more time she played around with the traffic lights along Matthew's route. A series of lorries may have had theirs routes conveniently changed but no one would be able to trace that back to the small brunette. It may only be a few seconds delay but they needed all the time they could get. After putting in the other half of the communication device in her ear Eliska typed on her laptop to give a better view of the mansion. "Alright, Agent Bedivere I'm going to be your eyes and ears inside... We've got this." A fond smile played on her lips as she remembered Rhys comforting her that morning. Taking in a couple controlled breaths Eliska - alongside EDDI3 and SIM1 - were hyperaware of any sudden changes in the system.
Location - Brad Matthew's Mansion [Hidden]
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A stream of colourful Czech words flowed from the recruits lips as she read over EDDI3's report from SIM1. It had almost been too easy. Eliska could feel her insides tightening as she came to the realisation; someone needed to go in. Rhys has also come to the same conclusion as he expressed it through his voice. She turned around slowly on her stool, her fingers laced together in her lap to centre herself. It wasn't ideal but there really was no other option. Field work was neither agent's speciality, nor could they leave the van unattended. For the first time since she met Rhys she saw him slightly panicked, but yet he still seemed so composed as he shrugged nonchalantly. She figured it was probably down to experience; which she didn't have much of. "And now time pressure too, this is as good as it gets innit pet?" As if things couldn't be worse she glanced over her shoulder to see Matthew on the move. Eliska let out a deep sigh, although they could probably stall him it added more pressure to the duo. It showed visibly as Rhys ran a hand through his hair. Fighting back an urge to flatten a few strands of hair which had sprung up again, similar to earlier that day, she quirked an eyebrow as he extended his hand towards her.
Rock Paper Scissors? It took a brief moment for her to come to the realisation of what he was offering. How he managed to keep spirits high at a time like this was completely beyond the protégée, she wasn't sure how he did it but she was thankful regardless. The corners up her lips turning upwards, Eliska mirrored his gesture. The first round ending in both agents opting in paper had Eliska letting out a brief giggle before they set up again. Eliska won the second round with rock; but had she really won anything? Rhys seemed unfazed as he picked up one half of their communication earpiece, and took it in his stride as he moved to get out of the van. For a split second Eliska turned back to her screens before getting up to follow him out of the van. "Rhys," He was only a few steps away and had probably heard her get out of the van but she called to him nonetheless. A thousand words held on the tip of her tongue; of questions she wanted to ask and things she wanted to tell him. She settled for only two words. "be careful."
Climbing back into the van, Eliska ignored the drumming of her heart against her ribcage as she sat down. The red dot had made some progress, to buy them more time she played around with the traffic lights along Matthew's route. A series of lorries may have had theirs routes conveniently changed but no one would be able to trace that back to the small brunette. It may only be a few seconds delay but they needed all the time they could get. After putting in the other half of the communication device in her ear Eliska typed on her laptop to give a better view of the mansion. "Alright, Agent Bedivere I'm going to be your eyes and ears inside... We've got this." A fond smile played on her lips as she remembered Rhys comforting her that morning. Taking in a couple controlled breaths Eliska - alongside EDDI3 and SIM1 - were hyperaware of any sudden changes in the system.
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Eliska Lysakova - Agent Lamorak
Location - [en route] FBI Base
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Eliska's lungs started to burn as she was forced to let out a breath that she was subconsciously holding. The timing between her mentor reaching the van and Brad Matthew returning was merely seconds. After cancelling the loop of the CCTV footage Eliska's fingers twitched faintly as they hovered over the keyboard. Her brain still ticking as her pulse slowed down. They did it. It had been eerily quiet in the van until Agent Bedivere had returned. They had only spent the last 48 hours in each others company but yet it felt weird without his Welsh voice filling the air. Pulling herself from her thoughts she managed to muster a smile to Rhys as he - more or less - safely made it back into the van. "You did it." Her voice only just audible as it sunk into her system. She was stating the obvious, in an attempt to recollect herself and fill her ears with something other than her own heartbeat. "I mean I didn't doubt you or anything, we just cut it really close."
Before she could continue to ramble about anything else obvious to the pair a mechanical beep sounded from her laptop. "Can you pull up the email." EDDI3 obeyed; displaying an urgent email. Eliska's coffee coloured eyes reflected the contents of the email as she scanned through it. She then turned the laptop to Rhys offering it for him to read as her privacy screen wouldn't allow him to read it from an angle. If she wasn't in a pressured situation she would've thoroughly aided the search for the senior agent, instead she replied to the email with a elaborate map program which she hoped could be of some aid.
The longer they stayed stationary the more risk they were put in; after Eliska manoeuvred her small limbs into the driver seat she started up the engine. Figuring Rhys would need some time to recover from the intensive rescue mission she left him to decide where he sat. "Eddie, we're going to need two tickets to New York tonight." Pulling away from their secluded spot Eliska accelerated back the way they came. Leaving Brad Matthew to throw a fit in his overpriced dollhouse.
Two tickets booked for New York at 2100.
Location - [en route] FBI Base
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Eliska's lungs started to burn as she was forced to let out a breath that she was subconsciously holding. The timing between her mentor reaching the van and Brad Matthew returning was merely seconds. After cancelling the loop of the CCTV footage Eliska's fingers twitched faintly as they hovered over the keyboard. Her brain still ticking as her pulse slowed down. They did it. It had been eerily quiet in the van until Agent Bedivere had returned. They had only spent the last 48 hours in each others company but yet it felt weird without his Welsh voice filling the air. Pulling herself from her thoughts she managed to muster a smile to Rhys as he - more or less - safely made it back into the van. "You did it." Her voice only just audible as it sunk into her system. She was stating the obvious, in an attempt to recollect herself and fill her ears with something other than her own heartbeat. "I mean I didn't doubt you or anything, we just cut it really close."
Before she could continue to ramble about anything else obvious to the pair a mechanical beep sounded from her laptop. "Can you pull up the email." EDDI3 obeyed; displaying an urgent email. Eliska's coffee coloured eyes reflected the contents of the email as she scanned through it. She then turned the laptop to Rhys offering it for him to read as her privacy screen wouldn't allow him to read it from an angle. If she wasn't in a pressured situation she would've thoroughly aided the search for the senior agent, instead she replied to the email with a elaborate map program which she hoped could be of some aid.
The longer they stayed stationary the more risk they were put in; after Eliska manoeuvred her small limbs into the driver seat she started up the engine. Figuring Rhys would need some time to recover from the intensive rescue mission she left him to decide where he sat. "Eddie, we're going to need two tickets to New York tonight." Pulling away from their secluded spot Eliska accelerated back the way they came. Leaving Brad Matthew to throw a fit in his overpriced dollhouse.
Two tickets booked for New York at 2100.
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Paris, FranceThe Frenchmen’s attempt at losing the pair of agents on their tail was trivial at best. Jared’s initial reaction to Agent Foxtrot’s transmission posed a slight surprise, curious as to whom or what had tipped the pair of smugglers off. Regardless of the tip-off however, he brushed it off as a minor setback that needed working around. He wouldn’t let it faze him. As the two buyers twisted and turned every corner without the smallest inkling of thought, he looked to Victoria, who managed to take the high ground. Following her instructions and lead, Jared traced the paths of the Frenchmen, who led the agents on a redundant and fruitless pursuit for the next twenty minutes. It was well past the original rendezvous time.
Not long before the pair halted their shenanigans, the phone that had safely rested in his back pocket buzzed to life, a short burst of vibrations catching the Canadian by surprise. He was positive he had silenced it earlier – it had easily become one of his most practiced pre-mission habits over time. He opted for overriding all attempts at contacting him with the exception of his higher ups, and even then he rarely had an issue. It was unlikely that Interpol officials would be calling at the moment: they should know that he was occupied at the moment. The other candidate was Arthur back in New York, though he couldn’t possibly imagine what the man had to say. But again, all of this had no bearing on his current situation.
As the two Frenchmen came to a complete stop, they exchanged words before one reached for his own phone once again. Although unable to discern the man’s words, Jared could tell the general idea of the call. The two men frantically looked around themselves, returning their gaze to the end of a street once their observations were complete. Victoria returned to his side, explaining how the relative distance from the buyers to the pickup point had remained the same. With the buyers resuming their movement, they continued down the street. It would likely be the last leg of their trip.
Not long after the second call, the two men abruptly stopped in their tracks, scanning the area. They had chosen a semi-busy street, an abundance of moving vehicles in the proximity. Once the pair had located their designated van, the two hurried and entered the automobile, taking one last look around for any potential followers. ”Agent Foxtrot, Agent Gareth. Targets have arrived.” Within seconds the van had come to life, speeding further westward. Giving Foxtrot the car model, its location, and direction of movement, Gareth stepped out of the shadows, inviting Victoria to do the same.
”Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Understood, our team is in pursuit.
With their jobs complete, Jared swiftly removed his phone from the pocket it had been housed in, the subtle vibration still fresh in his memory. It had been Arthur after all – the revelation didn’t surprise him. Scanning the contents of the message his boss had sent, he allowed himself a single sigh. While the circumstances were dire and called for panic, he knew what it all meant. Turning to his partner, he met Victoria in the eyes, a solemn look in his. “Our job’s done. We’re leaving, now.”
Not long before the pair halted their shenanigans, the phone that had safely rested in his back pocket buzzed to life, a short burst of vibrations catching the Canadian by surprise. He was positive he had silenced it earlier – it had easily become one of his most practiced pre-mission habits over time. He opted for overriding all attempts at contacting him with the exception of his higher ups, and even then he rarely had an issue. It was unlikely that Interpol officials would be calling at the moment: they should know that he was occupied at the moment. The other candidate was Arthur back in New York, though he couldn’t possibly imagine what the man had to say. But again, all of this had no bearing on his current situation.
As the two Frenchmen came to a complete stop, they exchanged words before one reached for his own phone once again. Although unable to discern the man’s words, Jared could tell the general idea of the call. The two men frantically looked around themselves, returning their gaze to the end of a street once their observations were complete. Victoria returned to his side, explaining how the relative distance from the buyers to the pickup point had remained the same. With the buyers resuming their movement, they continued down the street. It would likely be the last leg of their trip.
Not long after the second call, the two men abruptly stopped in their tracks, scanning the area. They had chosen a semi-busy street, an abundance of moving vehicles in the proximity. Once the pair had located their designated van, the two hurried and entered the automobile, taking one last look around for any potential followers. ”Agent Foxtrot, Agent Gareth. Targets have arrived.” Within seconds the van had come to life, speeding further westward. Giving Foxtrot the car model, its location, and direction of movement, Gareth stepped out of the shadows, inviting Victoria to do the same.
”Team Alpha, Agent Foxtrot. Understood, our team is in pursuit.
With their jobs complete, Jared swiftly removed his phone from the pocket it had been housed in, the subtle vibration still fresh in his memory. It had been Arthur after all – the revelation didn’t surprise him. Scanning the contents of the message his boss had sent, he allowed himself a single sigh. While the circumstances were dire and called for panic, he knew what it all meant. Turning to his partner, he met Victoria in the eyes, a solemn look in his. “Our job’s done. We’re leaving, now.”
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