Melkor

The Bureau: Supernatural Division (Always Open)

Dr. McCoy threw his arms in the air, “Now we're considering psychics! I can't do this.” He made his way to the exit and said, before leaving, “I'll be in the helicopter.”

“Please excuse Nathan, he's never been quite convinced of the supernatural. For him, if science can't explain it then it must not be true. This works conventionally, but not in the Bureau's line of work.” Osamu chipped in.

“Well said doctor.” Biermann had entered as Nate left.

“What did you find out?” Walcott was curious.

“Level ten information, apologies but it isn't for your ears. I want this to go to the director's meeting first. I'm going to call one once we are back in Manhattan. But first we need to take care if this situation with the tracking. Walcott, I'd like you to meet with Alan Conway in London, they're dealing with the situation. Take Foster and our new man, Merlin - I'm very interested to see what he makes of the situation.

“Miss Weaver, I'd like you to come with me to the meeting. I would appreciate your input.” With that, the German left the room, making his way to the helicopters.

Walcott was left with Foster and Alice, who he assumed would follow the director. “Garrett, we should meet Isaac in London, I'll have travel set up and on the way back we’ll stop at an airport to board a Bureau craft."

Akihito signed off after saying that he had some public appearance later that morning.

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“Look here asshole!” Walcott’s tone gave no room to mistake his disposition for anything other than royally pissed off. “When did you plan on telling me that you’ve been tracking our movements?”

The man who Walcott had been interrogating did all but jump out of his chair as the detective stormed into the room. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about man! I don’t know anything!” He seemed genuine, but Biermann wasn’t impressed.

“He knew.” He motioned for Walcott to leave the room, “Take care of the situation.” Harry left the room with Biermann and the man alone. After Walcott had gone, Biermann turned to the man and whispered, “I know about her… Tell me her current whereabouts and I will be inclined to allow you to leave, after you’ve been screened of course.” He gave the man a moment to think about it before saying, “Unless you would like to join your comrades.”

“You Americans wouldn’t - it’s against your laws, I’m-”

“I wouldn’t now? Why would you say that? We already have most of your people in custody and they won’t be going anywhere any time soon. I will give you one more chance to give me the information I want.”

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“Do you mean to say that they’ve been tracking our shipments? Dammit - how could they have done this? We are one of the most secure, if not the most secure, organization in the world!”

“Calm yourself Dr. McCoy, we need to think of how they would’ve got this sort of information on us.” Walcott had entered the room.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Akihito had taken control of one of the microphones and cameras on the “hologram”. “They have someone on the inside… I mean how else would they have been able to tack everything we’ve done? If I were to give it a shot I’d say it was someone in the operations office, given that they knew we were coming here, I’d say it’s someone in the evening shift. There, that narrows it down to about thirty people.”

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I realize that it may appear as though the RP is dead for anyone who views the OOC. Just so any potential RPers know, the CoGM and I text each other for the most part - so it doesn't appear as though we're doing anything, but we are. This poses a problem because we're not really in the OOC so, again, it may appear as though we're not here.

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Biermann climbed out of Colonel Evan’s chopper a few minutes after they’d landed. He had been on a phone call when they dropped and was taking a few minutes to finish it. “Yes Alan, I am fully aware of the current situation... “ The man, Alan, spoke some more. “If you have trouble dealing with it, I will have more men sent… Listen to be Conway, you need to contain the situation. -” He was interrupted. “Yes, I know about her. How could I not? Just cover your ears... yes… yes… Thank you Alan. Godspeed - whatever that’s worth.” With that he clicked the mechanical button on the side of his phone and stowed it in the breast pocket of his vest once more and climbed out of the helicopter, making his way towards the facility.

“Dammit man! How did he get away?” Roy spoke erratically into his com at one of the junior officers. “First Lieutenant, I want a detailed report when we get back to base.”

Nathan thought he was gonna die and vowed to never get into a vehicle operated by Foster again. It was bad enough that he got queasy at heights, but with that madman flying - it really didn't help.

“Nate!” Akihito was controlling an ACUD, Anatomically Correct Utility Drone. He was in Japan at the moment. “I finished it!”

“You did? It must’ve taken you ages and at least… forty two books worth of code!”

“Yeah it did.” He didn’t seem particularly happy about that part. “But it’s finally done! This all purpose physics calculator will work wonders in the classroom, at NASA, and with us. Though, I guess we won’t really use it too much since we hardly ever use calculators anyway - but for other people, stupid people, it’ll be great!”

While Akihito and Nathan were geeking out over the former’s coding abilities, Walcott made his way into the facility. He’d been assured by Roy that the facility was, in fact, secure now. Which is what he’d just heard an officer tell Foster, “The facility is secure, most of the combatants are being transported away as we speak and the researchers are being held for questioning.” He didn’t elaborate on what would happen to their soldiers, it wasn’t too good.

As Harry walked through the doors to the large, grey stone, building he noticed that Biermann was next to him. He seemed to just appear, or perhaps Harry hadn’t noticed because he was still a little shaken from the flight. “What do you think Alex?”

“I have a hunch that the trident was, in fact, here. All we have to do now is question some people.” The German made his way to where the prisoners were being held, a soldier showed him the way and Harry followed close behind. They had set up a de facto interrogation room in one of the labs and there was already a man sitting in a chair on one end of a table. The researcher was in his thirties, Asian, and wore modern clothing under a white lab coat.

The man spoke a string of what Biermann recognized as Vietnamese. He didn’t speak anymore for a few minutes, but when he spoke, Biermann cut him off.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can speak in your language all you want. But, I know that you understand me.” It was written all over his face, and his body, Biermann hadn’t been a detective for so long without picking up on how people behave. “If you do not reciprocate the favor of speaking in a familiar language that my friend here can understand,” he gestured toward Harry, “The Sun's rays will become a distant memory for you.” The last bit was in flawless Vietnamese.

Biermann’s effect on the man seemed to be overwhelming, “Okay! Okay! I’ll talk. Jesus man, I… What do you want to know? What are you here for?”

Walcott spoke up, “Oh, nothing much… I just want to know what you guys have been up to for the past few days… I don’t need to hear it from you either, we’re collecting your security footage now. I would just like to hear it from you first…”

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“Sir, the facility appears to not be heavily guarded. There are about forty guards stationed outside - they appear to not be affiliated with any nation or army. We assume they’re mercenaries.”

“Or… they’re not dressed in uniform in order to appear that way.” Lt. Colonel Evans was not impressed as he sat in the command centre, aboard the Bureau aircraft. “Captain, what else is there as far as the facility goes? How many entrances are there? Do we know of anything inside?”

Captain Farris, a large hulking man, known for fighting on the front, with nothing but his fists and some augmentation - he was rather large, roughly seven feet tall. He dwarfed Colonel Evans by comparison. “We couldn’t see anything without alerting their men. However, there are four entrances to their facility and there seems to be a large amount of electromagnetic radiation being admitted from it.” He was reading from the report. “There are four towers used to vent fumes. From what we can tell, they’re only active during the time between noon and five o’clock PM.”

“Then we’ll incur from all four entrances, simultaneously, and send drones down the vents - incase they have security in place, I don’t want to lose any men in this attack.” He turned away from one of the screen he’d been observing, showing a live feed of the facility. Facing Captain Farris, “Go.” He ordered.

Farris snapped to attention, clicking his heels together, “Sir!” He said, saluting. He turned and left the room, getting his com out and ordering his men to move in. The rest of the room, filled with SND officers and other Bureau military officials, broke into chatter as everyone began ordering their men to do various things, over their coms. Many others in the room took control of Anatomically Correct Combat Drones, also known as ACCDs.

The enforcement unit made use of the darkness and the new moon, wearing all black with night vision visors, they moved in. They were all equipped with the new muscular disruption guns as well as conventional firearms. After the guards were taken out, it only took about twenty seconds for the alarms to kick on and the facility began to go into lockdown mode. More soldiers began pouring out of the entrances, challenging the SND forces. The battle didn’t take long, especially after the ACCDs made their way into the vents - the enemy forces were taken by surprise and quickly neutralized.

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After the base was secured and the AN-225 was within the dropzone, Roy climbed into one of the Hueys in the cargo bay. “Foster, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Roy announced over the com, linking the two Hueys together, just before the bay opened and they slid out. Evans had waited significantly less time than Foster to engage his engines. But it didn’t matter, they had dropped from thirty-five-thousand feet, they had plenty of time.

As they approached the base one of the missile towers engaged and fired four projectiles. “Missile lock! Evasive maneuvers!” Foster shouted over the com. Roy dove straight down and came back up above the treetops, two of the missiles collided and the remaining two went after one of the hueys. Roy brought his helicopter into a tight turn, nearly throwing the missile off when Garrett suggested that they fly at each other. Roy saw the logic in the plan and did so. At as they were about to collide, Roy shouted “I’m going left!” And veered off, the missiles collided and the two pilots found a landing spot. Foster landed first. Evans could see the approaching man, and his bodyguard, but couldn’t tell who he was and didn’t recognize him - he was probably just too far away. Roy got a com message that one of the facility’s soldiers had managed to make his way to the missile room and launch the missiles.

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