The Association of Global Espionage (Kurt)

[Benzo]

(All good; No complaints from me.)


"Of course," Agent Bastion replied, hanging back to join Agent Green Diamond at the end of the line. Slowly moving along the line, it becomes clear that AGE makes effort to provide for its employees, given the sheer amount of food options readily available.


"Included in your documents is an informational packet about what we refer to as the Contract Center. Misleading by name, the Center can actually be reached by a number of terminals pointed on your map; There's a half dozen on each floor. From there, you'll be able to see any contracts available to you."


Pausing for a moment, Bastion began filling up his plate with a large pile of wings before continuing. "As for when you go on a mission; At this point, that is all you. Choose your contracts wisely, though; There's a lot of hungry agents, and I doubt they'll wait for you to get back."

 

[Roth]

Selene nodded slowly, contemplating whether or not to go and check the contracts out. Deciding against it, at least for now, she began to grab various fruits and a salad, plus a bit of chicken for sustenance. After all, Bastion was right. If she did check, she doubted there would be much left when she returned.


"I never thanked you for the marksmanship advice earlier, I just realized that. So, thank you." She seemed a bit more at ease now, seeing that he was a pretty decent person, and was, in turn, more friendly and talkative.

 

[Benzo]

Bastion looked over at the agent recruit with a flashed smile, nodding in the process. "Never fun to go on body-retrieval jobs, so I do what I can to keep the need at a minimum."


Pausing for a moment, Bastion had a strange look on his face before adding, "Sorry, don't let that scare you. AGE tends to watch over its people; Hell, I've been in tight situations to then have an AGE suppression pilot come to my aid."


Having filled his plate as much as would fit, Agent Bastion took a half step away before turning back to Green Diamond. "If you need anymore advice along the way; I'm always around HQ somewhere."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Agent Gunship bids Agents Bastion and Green Diamond farewell as he walks in a separate direction. He heads over to his locker, deposits his 1911, and then decides to take a walk to the [insert Employee To Talk To About This, @Benzo]'s office. "Hello. I'd like to know if there's anyway to make some money before my partner is done with her training, other than taking on a contract?" Agent Gunship asked. He figured it would be good to have some money aside for when she does finally come on out of training, however long that might take.

 

[Roth]

Selene smiled, nodding, and turned towards the tables. Most were filled with recruits and agents, getting to know one another and interacting with each other.


Deciding to avoid such a thing herself, she sat at one of the few empty tables. This was how she preferred it anyway; having solitude.


She ate quickly, finishing off the meager lunch of fruits and vegetables, deciding to leave the meat. She wasn't particularly hungry anyway.


She sat there for a while, not really knowing what to do, then remembered that Bastion had said there were contract terminals at various points in the facility. She pulled out her map, beginning to search to one close to her.

 

[Benzo]

Walking into R's office, Agent Gunship is greeted by the shadowy organizer of AGE. Well, maybe not entirely shadowy, because quite a few Agents knew R stood for Agent Rampart before his promotion. Looking up as the Agent entered, R gestured towards an empty seat before responding.


"Well, what did you have in mind?" He asks, folding his hands before him. "With this new batch of recruits, we could always use Agents for rescue retrieval and abortions. Or, for the more morbid, there is the unfortunate truth that we occasionally lose agents; Could always use more staff for body disposal."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Would I be equipped with weaponry to do so? I feel like a handgun wouldn't be enough to handle a operation gone awry. Also, if I need a gadget, accessory, or weapon for a contract, could I put in a request to get them for free, or put them on a tab?" Agent Gunship questions. "I would be willing to perform body retrieval, or rescue. Whatever you have that will give me more cash, so I can make purchases for my own contracts."

 

[Benzo]

R. nods at the agent as the questions were asked. "The main objective is to make sure AGE presence is not known. Because of the severity of these jobs, you'll be able to borrow as needed; Though the pay is typically lower. Unless, that is, the contract was completed before retrieval. In which case, you'd be compensated upon how much the contract was for."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Alright. Give me a few to choose from, then. Let's see what we got." Agent Gunship says, leaning over R's desk to look at anything presented to him.

 

[Benzo]

Looking at his monitor, R. began rapidly typing for a moment. Turning the monitor then, R. pointed to two pulled up Agent Dossiers.


"Agent Lykos and Agent Sayabelle. Approximately seven hours ago, they infiltrated an ongoing bank hiest at 20 Exchange Manhattan Trust Bank of New York City with instructions to neutralize the four perpetrators. After elimination of one David Garvey, Agent Lykos was severely wounded, and Agent Sayabelle taken captive. Lykos has since been released, and is receiving care; Gunship, I need you to get Sayabelle out of there. Your pay will be $2500, with another $1000 added should you complete the contract with Sayabelle's survival."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Kurt smiles. "Alright then. I request an FN P90 with a suppressor. Them things small enough to hide under a trench coat." Kurt begins. "I also need some kevlar, and...Two smoke grenades and a zipline launcher." Kurt continues. "Can you get me all that?" He asks R.

 

[Benzo]

Turning the monitor back towards him, R. began typing rapidly typing on his keyboard with a nod. After several moments, he looks back at Agent Gunship with a second nod.


"You're good to go. Report to Carpool Lot SB1 to meet your driver. From there, you will be taken to AGE Air Hangar D17. There, you will board a personal transport helo and be given an FN P90 with 100 rounds, two smoke grenades, a Kevlar vest, zippline launcher and your two smoke grenades. You will be taken shortly outside New York, and will be transported to an awaiting AGE Agent."


After a moment, R. then adds "Our clientele wants this to look like an act of vigilantism due to inefficient police, so you are not there for the authorities on scene. Make sure that AGE is not tied to you."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"I'm sure they'll suspect authorities with the level of weaponry and equipment being used. I'd recommend spinning a tale about the FBI implanting an agent. It's likely to take heat off of us." He says. "However, I could spout some nonsense about some fake vigilante organization as I'm doing it. Hostages spread word, then the whole world think as a fake organization did it instead of the authorities." Gunship continues. "What I'm trying to say is, it can't be guaranteed that people won't suspect things." He finished, before walking out of the room.


Twenty-seven minutes later, an AGE employee was handing him his weaponry and equipment. A suppressed FN P90 with five magazines, which he hid in his bulky trench coat which he had requested, two smoke grenades, which he held in the front pouches, and his zipline launcher, a small, handheld thing, which he had also in one of the front pockets. A small earpiece that directed him straight to AGE was concealed in his ear. After about forty-five more minutes, he was transported to the waiting agent.


"Do we know where the hostages, specifically Agent Sayabelle, are held?"

 

[Benzo]

"Just don't wear your uniform. The press tells people what to think; We just don't want evidence left behind." R. said before the agent left.


As Gunship settled into the new vehicle, the Agent got behind the driver seat and began the last stretch of the journey. Looking back at the question, the driver simply shakes his head.


"Local chatter says the hostages were spotted back towards the main vault. Authorities know nothing of Agent Sayabelle; Lykos was reported saying he went in alone. Since our agents killed one of their men, however, my guess is they are holding here more closely. They probably expect you're arrival."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Looks like I'll have to kill them all." Gunship says nonchalantly, ready to do so. "Do we have plans for my entry, or am I on my own? How many hostages are there, total?" He inquired, still seated in the back seat of the vehicle.

 

[Benzo]

"Most my contracts, before I stopped and became a guide, took place in the middle of the night. I'd tell you to just storm the place, but that's how Lykos got shot, I'm pretty sure."


After a short moment, a soft click sounds in Gunship's ear, soon followed by a woman's voice. "Greetings Gunship. If I may offer input from the AGE HQ, you may find it easiest to use the roof." she suggests.


"You appear to have requested a zippline launcher, after all. Find roof entry from a nearby facility and access the bank that way."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"There's a parking garage across the street from the bank. Bring me to the top, please." Gunship requests of the driver, already formulating a plan. He'd sneak into the main vault from some kinda hatch in the ceiling if there is one, maybe a vent, and silently dispatch any robber with the hostages. Then he'd begin extraction of the hostages, and if he's able to do this without disruption, he'd simply move on to neutralize the rest of the OPFOR. He always had improvisation plans, however.

 

[Benzo]

"I'll have to access it from the back, if possible. Police have the area closed off while the standoff continues." The driver responds. True to his word, the parking garage appears within site, though indeed closed off. From the distance, it appears that a few SWAT vehicles remain parked on the ground floor.


Taking a turn, the driver proceeds down the parallel street and pulls up to a bar not far from the garage. Stopping, he turns to regard Agent Gunship.


"This is as close as I can get... and not at all just because I plan on grabbing a beer. I saw SWAT vehicles on the lower garage platforms... Be careful."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"I have my ID on me, the cops won't say a word as to who I truly am to the press. Their sworn by law." Gunship says, getting out of the vehicle and walking confidently toward the garage.

 

[Benzo]

Going near the garage, Gunship is joined by a few other onlookers attempting to watch the scene from a safe distance. Oddly enough, upon peering over the short wall, it seemed the SWAT were paying no mind to the citizens clustering to get a view behind them.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Gunship shrugs, and then walks toward the garage - But then has a second thought. The civilians - They'd report seeing a suspicious man let into the scene. He speaks into his earpiece. "Could you send word to the NYPD, tell them to disperse all citizen onlookers with threat of arrest?"

 

[Benzo]

Putting in the request, Gunship hears a short series of clicking before simply being told "Done."


Sure enough, one of the SWAT figures emerges from a van, looking around before pointing at the small crowd. "Get out of here! You're disrupting an act of Justice." he shouts at the crowd. Appearing ineffective, the officer says something in his radio before a member of the NYPD walked up, cuffs in hand. Without hesitation, the onlookers fled like scattering roaches, leaving the way clear.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Gunship grins, and then walks into the garage's closer vicinity and announces himself. "Agent Gunship of The Association of Global Espionage. I request every courtesy, Sergeant Brookshire." Gunship says to the lead officer, whose embroidery read "Sgt. James Brookshire", whom had approached him. "I will be going through restricted areas, and I need you to tell your officers to leave me unmolested."

 

[Benzo]

Looking the agent up and down, the sergeant nods with a slight frown. "Yeah yeah, we were told. I don't see why a third party needs called in; I though you guys were usually over in Europe or some shit like that, not home soil."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"I was given the job I was given." Gunship said apathetically before passing by the sergeant and beginning a brisk walk up to the top of the parking lot, his ziine launcher in his hands. Once reaching the top, he takes aim at a vent duct that sticks out of the roof, and fires the zipline. He then begins traversal through the air toward the roof.