Big Boss stared Agent Caits down just as hard, not as shock of realization of her stark bravery, but as to observe every subtle, subliminal gesture, to find the bullshit that accompanied her speech. 

Many Agents caved under the deplorable conditions of this line of work, and many fail to match their action to words when facing Big Boss. He did not even have to do anything remotely physical; incredible oratory, and the linguistic strategies of pragmatics play into his favour very well. He did not let down, because he did not have to.

‘Good. Then you will regard what we have accomplished today as a fruitful event. 

We will always make progress. Those wretched rats will cooperate because we make them cooperate. We will watch them, record them, and dissect them, to get to the truth. 

I have assembled 24 hour armed-guard duty to watch over Subject 30, effective immediately. He will not know a single taste of freedom because he does not deserve it. He is not an evolution of a higher order of man; he is a mutation, an outlier who deserves to be put in his place, and we will share his abilities for the good of all mankind.  

You may leave.’

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Even in the digital age, many organizations run the risk of storing vital information in cloud storage bases, allowing hackers and unofficial eyes to gain access to them given the skills of computer and software engineering. UNARM had the foresight and capacity to store both digital and hardcopy versions of information. People say that the White House is the most well-defended place on the planet, that is wrong; [i]Logistics[/i] is, and for the right and wrong reasons.

There are rumours that Big Boss has written and read every single document that has ever moved around in UNARM, and that he remembers all of them – but even he has to supply factual data on printouts for his higher-ups. This is proof enough to know that such evidence exists, and therefore information on the previous Subjects’ disappearances. 

Agent Dioxide knew that there was no way of getting more information from the Attendants without raising suspicion, but given the ridiculous bullshit that displayed itself just now, desperate times call for desperate measures – about as desperate as the security measures to keeping the information vault safe.

Deep underground, entrance and exit through one tunnel, security cameras, microphones, heavily reinforced doors only openable by daily changes to passcodes, and guard duty rotated on a weekly basis that involves Agents as well – the one positive that can be gained from being short-staffed in UNARM. 

Getting into the vault is actually simpler than it can be explained: just a few steps. Only one of them was very hard: getting the passcode. The Agents don’t get them – the SRD staff do. Dr Baoning.

If UNARM cannot be taken down internally, then it has to be done from the outside world. Controversial information will be exposed: the existence of Anomalies, their illegal captures, the unethical abuse, and the – presumably – murdering of innocents. Everyone, including him, will be tried in court, but at least there will no longer be torturing and suffering.

Agent Dioxide had to go through every trusted connection he had within his department to figure out who was on guard-duty. 

Agent Caits. 

The moment he read that name, he rushed to her office and slipped a note under her door – this time as discreet as possible. 

[quote= File #45]

I’m breaking into the information vault and I need your help. Are you in? [/quote]

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