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Year of the Spy

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Grey

Dialectical Hermeticist
June 1985
Santa Monica


You fly in plainclothes, split across the plane, and meet up at the office.
An old building, barely maintained, sandwiched between a pawnshop and a tenement. Offices on the ground floor, modest apartments on the two floors above.
You have two company vehicles, a Ford sedan and Volvo van.

You know your mission - find The Play before it's too late.

The Bureau has given you some leads to start with.
Mr. Feng (not his real name) serves as a Bureau informant and runs a curio shop near Chinatown.
Officer Evan Johnson serves as a reliable source of intel, although he never knows he's dealing wIth the Bureau.

It's also not a bad idea to check admissions at mental hospitals for possible victims.

Santa Monica, like Compton, gave up on the police long ago. If there are cultists abroad in neighbourhoods like that, you'd need to find informants.

But's late evening; you have some time to settle in. Check the wards. Review case notes. Chat.
 

Epiphany

Proverbs 17:9
If she'd ever been here before, it wasn't the 'here' it was now.

Weaver stood outside the office building and lit up a Virginia Slims Luxury Light 120. The brand was familiar but this particular cigarette was new. She took a deep drag and sighed out the smoke as her eyes took in their surroundings. A pawnshop, tenement housing and this nondescript building set in the most nondescript neighborhood imaginable. It strained the imagination that anyone would come looking for them here. Not that there was anyone to be looking for them, just yet. Indeed, they were the ones doing the looking for now.

She was dressed in a woman's suit of charcoal pinstripe with a matching knee-length skirt, jacket worn over a cream silk blouse and her blonde hair was styled in wavy ringlets. With a cigarette in one hand and a black briefcase in the other, Weaver was well aware she looked too classy for the area. Shouldn't matter too much, though. No doubt one of her colleagues would be dressed down enough for that demographic. Weaver had grown up well-to-do and playing to that could be an asset depending on exactly where their investigation took them.

With a resigned sigh, she finally bent her head slightly and walked into the office. Weaver had seen enough such offices to be familiar with the usual layout and she promptly claimed a desk that gave her a good view of the street with a low risk of someone higher in status fighting her for it. Settling in, she slid her briefcase onto the desktop and placed her hands on either side as she bent her head again.

Concentrating. Feeling. Yes, someone had done work here. How good the work was remained to be seen.

Raising her head once more, Weaver began to slowly circle the interior of the office, seeking her way towards the traditional cardinal points of protection. In a place like this, doors and windows mostly and probably something something up high and low. She'd investigate the those in a minute. For now, a frown occupied her face as she realized something felt off. Weaver didn't like it.

Taking another drag of her cigarette, she occupied her other hand by drawing her Bureau-issued Smith & Wesson 459. The handgun wasn't everything but it could give anything that surprised her something to think about.

@WlfSamurai @Teh Frixz @Caffeine_Obsessed
 
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WlfSamurai

Maelstrom Engineer
Supporter
Jacqueline steps into the room behind Agent Weaver as Weaver draws her weapon. As Field Director, it is Jacqueline’s responsibility to get this office setup and operational. Part of that is trusting her people.

Dropping her own brief case, Jacqueline reachers behind her women’s suit jacket and draws her standard issue Glock 22 .40 S&W.

“Call it out,” she says to Weaver as she places her hand on her agent’s shoulder, giving the woman tactical control and awareness of where she is.
 

Teh Frixz

That lady robot
Dr. Sauers

He used to adore Summer. Particularly the slow, long, dog days. Growing up, his family would throw open the windows in their old home and put down cotton sheets on all the furniture. The sweet summer smell would mingle with the scent of freshly laundered cotton and he would just sit shirtless reading on the porch. It was a good memory, one he could go to at any time to calm himself, to relax.

Now a days, Summer was torture. It was as if he could feel the heat playing havoc on his body. His cell walls being burned to ash. Having requested to be assigned to a 'cold weather' location like Alaska, Antarctica, or even upstate New York would have been just keen but no, Southern California. He knew for a fact that there were several other researchers who had requested California as their installment but those were the guys the Bureau wanted in the cold. Young men that could handle it. What did they know.

Too much likely.

Taking as much precaution as he could in plainclothes, he had gone through roughly twenty ice packs so far. Each one spaced out to maximize the amount of time the cubes had before the painfully hot weather got to them. As soon as the plane landed, he disembarked, having played up his age at ticketing. Foregoing waiting for his luggage, he hurried into a waiting van that he'd chartered. The van doors opened to a rolling fog of icy cold, making him smile as he hopped in the back without hesitation. His things would be delivered later on.

For the first time in the journey, he was able to relax and think on the assignment given to him. If his superiors were willing to risk him in the heat it must have been important. As was all they did. He loses himself in thought while being trafficked to his destination, only opening his eyes when the Van slowed and came to a stop outside what must have been the new installation. He frowned at the state of the surrounding area before hurrying inside to avoid the sun. Several men starting to unload the van and move equipment inside.

After freshening up and changing into shorts and a pale pink polo, he hurried to the first meet and greet of the assignment. Entering with little flourish, he raises a bone white eyebrow at the guns in the hands of the women.

"Did I miss the shootout? Apologies for being late, I had to get setup to deal with this heat. If either of you have problems with the cold or air conditioning, I advise not choosing rooms near mine. Dr. Sauers by the way. Research and analysis."
 
If there was one thing to be grateful about in a situation like this, it would be the heat. She was quite used to blistering hot weather, so this was nothing for her. As reluctant as she was to step onto the aircraft, she was even more hesitant to step off of it. Stepping off signalled her mission actually starting.

She is the last to step into the office, she’d rather just be looking around outside but throughout her internal combat, she never seemed to be the patient type. She steps into the office, arms crossed and looking pissed off. If she is able to intimidate, she hopes they won’t have to bother her all that much. But inside, she knows better. She is in plain clothes, a simple tan tank top, slightly ripped jeans, and worn out sneakers. She didn’t like putting in much effort into useless things. Since she kept her hair short, all she needed to do was brush it out. It lay a bit of a disheveled mess atop her head. She couldn’t care less. She stands by the doorway, looking at everyone pointedly.
 

Epiphany

Proverbs 17:9
@WlfSamurai
The feel of Jacqueline's hand on her shoulder almost makes her jump but the reassuring tones of their field director relax her. Well, a little. "Director. Appreciate your presence. Something's happened to the wards, I think. They're still there but not as they should be. I'm going to proceed with an inspection. If you could see your way towards handling anything that tries to surprise us while I'm concentrating, ma'am, I'd be obliged."

@Teh Frixz
By the time Dr. Sauers , Weaver appears to be halfway done with her inspection. So far, it's involved some slow walking, careful searching around door and window frames and the occasional "Hmmmm" as she traced faint patterns painted or carved along key points of entry. The arrival of the white-haired man in...a polo shirt and shorts? Really? What kind of an office did he think this was?

"No shoot out, Doctor. Not yet anyway. Something's been done to the wards around this building and I'm assessing the damage." She gave him a pointed top-to-bottom-back-to-top sweep of her eyes and the pinstripe-suited blonde with the immaculately styled hair simply exhales a sharp sigh of disapproval before her lips pressed together in a plainly unconvincing smile. "A pleasure to have you here with us. Pick any office that doesn't have a briefcase on it. Until I've confirmed our location is secure, though, you might keep an eye out...maybe keep an eye on your movers over there, make sure we're not letting in something that shouldn't be here."

@Caffeine_Obsessed
When Jun Koto arrives, Weaver's up on a ladder inspecting a sigil inked around a ceiling fan. With a glance down, she spots the latest agent and this time her smile's a bit more sincere. "Ms. Koto. It's been a while." Then her brow furrows in concentration as she peers at the woman before she finally dismisses her scrutiny with a shrug. "Time's been good to you, I see. You look years younger. Have you met our director, Ms. Wright?"

Weaver descends the ladder and promptly lights another cigarette with her thumb before silently offering the other woman one.
 

Teh Frixz

That lady robot
Dr. Sauers

"They've all been vetted. A service chosen by the Bureau to move my vital equipment. I'll have them install in one of the corners on the first floor. But, in any case the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. This entire locale is quite exotic compared to my previous installation. " Casually brushing aside her concerns and with more effort being put into fanning himself down, the Doctor continued. " Sweltering in here." He withdraws a pill, grinding it to dust between his teeth while watching what he assumed to be Weaver puttering around the office inspecting seals and wards.

It made sense from a security standpoint but to his generally negatively received opinion, all the wards in the world meant nothing to the things one truly had to fear. Just like the weapons being issued to the agents, a security blanket. Still, he wasn't enough of a fool to bother voicing this right now. The poor girl seemed anxious enough. He remembered when Agents had more moxy. Fearless and self sacrificing. All dead now.

He'd fix that eventually.

"Seems to me you have a handle on things. Are we reconvening later to begin or shall I wait here?"
 

WlfSamurai

Maelstrom Engineer
Supporter
“Weaver,” Jacqueline says with a sigh. “I thought you had seen or heard a something.” She holsters her weapon and adjusts her jacket. The pit in her gut tells her this isn’t the best first impression and not the best way to establish the order of things from the get-go. She ignores her growing frustration takes a deep breath.

“Yes, as mentioned, I am Field Director Wright. Nice to meet you all. Pick a place to make your office and setup. I’d like to sweep the whole building as soon as we can, as well. Weaver, as soon as you have your stuff down, you and I can move through the building and secure it.” She looks between the rest of her team. “Glad to have you all here. From what I understand we have a bit of work to do, so let’s move.”

The weight and stakes of the assignment have not been lost on Jacqueline. In fact, she thrives being steeped in them. This is her assignment. Her team. She will do what it takes to move the mission forward. Spooky buildings be damned.
 

Epiphany

Proverbs 17:9
@Teh Frixz
Weaver simply stares at a bit incredulously at the Doctor's comment about the heat but she doesn't otherwise seem concerned with the way he dismisses her recommendation for scrutiny. Instead, she gives a slight half-shrug as if this is the latest in a string of similar such experiences.

"I'll be done in a few minutes but I expect we'll reconvene at the Director's pleasure, naturally."

@WlfSamurai
The exasperation in Wright's voice is also something Weaver's very used to hearing. She listens intently to the Field Director's set of priorities and nods agreeably, even smiling with faint approval. Then she moves upon the other woman's instruction.

@Caffeine_Obsessed @Grey @Teh Frixz @WlfSamurai
After completing a thorough search of the offices, Weaver at last circles back to the gathering of agents. Assuming there is a gathering of agents. Otherwise, she simply clears her throat and raises her voice to say, "Inspection complete. A bit of good news there. One of the wards upstairs is breaking down because whoever placed it did so over paint that's begun to peel. Given this place looks infrequently used, it's a good thing it was noticed. I'll see to repairing it in the morning, if you're willing to wait Director, or we can call in whatever Bureau resource normally sees to these things. It's unlikely to be dangerous in the short-term and will probably take some time to patch so, given our mission is time sensitive, we may want to just get on with it."

"For now, this worksite appears to be secure. The five of us shouldn't have any trouble." Weaver blinks a moment, then silently points at Director Wright, Dr. Sauers, Ms. Koto and finally at herself. "...Didn't we have someone else-"

With a shake of her head, she ends her sentence before it's finished and just takes a seat in an office chair, folding her hands primly in her lap. "Where shall we start? Our informant in Chinatown? Officer Johnson? The mental hospital?"
 
She debates it a moment in her head, her arms crossed. She hesitates before raising her hand.
“Wouldn’t it be better to go to the informant first? More information means less time to waste.” She crosses her arms again and straightens her back.

(Sorry for not posting before)
 

Teh Frixz

That lady robot
Dr. Sauers

"While it may prove a dead end, I don't think it would hurt to visit the mental hospital. Even if it's simply run of the mill, we could establish contact and build a net that might get something in the future. As the saying goes, it all flows downhill." Sauers chimes in before taking a seat with the soft groan of age. He was starting to ache, too much heat on the joints. He'd have to chill himself down tonight. The heat was getting to his core, making him rot. "We can drop by the hospital on our way to the informant in any case. Two birds and all that."
 

Heisenberg

The One who Knocks
The trip to the office was long, hot and exhausting but he made it. Unlike the others in his new unit, John had to take a separate route. Since he was living within the state at the time he had to walk all the way (while taking the occasional hitchhike) instead of taking the plane to make it to Santa Monica. Finding the correct address took a while, he took a map of the city and had to wander about for hours, but now he was almost certain this was the correct building (after making more than a few mistakes). Most of his military equipment was already stored within the weapons locker, so he only had to lug his personal belongings in a stroller (saving him a lot of trouble).

Outside, John observed two men unloading a bunch of things from a van and haul inside the office. When they asked him why he was here, John told them he had business here, specifically he had to meet someone. He didn't tell them her name, it was Director Jacqueline Wright. And so, he proceeds up the stairs (while carrying his stroller) and enters a room where people are talking, he asks them a question, "Excuse me, but do you know where I can find Director Wright?" he slowly looks at each person. There was a middle-aged man that looked like he meant business, John gave him a respectful nod, he seemed so important despite wearing casual clothes. There were three women in the room, the first one looked like a mess, the second looked like a socialite and the last one looked she worked corporate.

“Weaver,” Jacqueline says with a sigh. “I thought you had seen or heard a something.” She holsters her weapon and adjusts her jacket. The pit in her gut tells her this isn’t the best first impression and not the best way to establish the order of things from the get-go. She ignores her growing frustration takes a deep breath.

“Yes, as mentioned, I am Field Director Wright. Nice to meet you all. Pick a place to make your office and setup. I’d like to sweep the whole building as soon as we can, as well. Weaver, as soon as you have your stuff down, you and I can move through the building and secure it.” She looks between the rest of her team. “Glad to have you all here. From what I understand we have a bit of work to do, so let’s move.”

The weight and stakes of the assignment have not been lost on Jacqueline. In fact, she thrives being steeped in them. This is her assignment. Her team. She will do what it takes to move the mission forward. Spooky buildings be damned.
John turned to the corporate lady and asked, "Hello, missus, are you by chance Director Jacqueline Wright?"
 

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