Posted Sept. 5, 2022, 6:02 p.m. by Civilian Nicholas James (Director, Colonial Intelligence Agency) (Sage Pennington)
Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Target Extraction) // TAG CIA and anyone interested
Posted by Civilian Kodek Vonn (Clandestine Associate) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Target Extraction) // TAG CIA and anyone interested
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Vonn was watching the crowd, and it was clear the Governor’s were having some effect. Vonn opened a secured comm channel to James and Romanov. =/\= Recommend we take the instigator now. The crowd is about to make a strong swing one way or another. Extraction avaible for Agent Romanov and the target. One block to the east. City power truck. =/\=Vonn, CIA
Nicholas spoke quietly =/\=Take him.=/\= His hand moved silently to hover over a phaser pistol attached to his belt.
Eryn glanced at the target in front of her and slipped the small PaDD out of her pocket and then nodded once, very slightly as she slipped it away. Her gaze turned on the man, and in two quick steps she was next to him. With a practiced ease that was scary even to her she lashed out at the man’s mind creating pain and disorientation that didn’t abate. If that didn’t work, a quick jolt of almost too many volts went through him at the small palm sized weapon she pressed to his side. The man was suddenly doubled over in pain, his head splitting, the pain intense enough to make him sick to his stomach. Eryn caught him around the waist draping an arm around her shoulders and led him east away from the crowd. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Let me help.” All the while the pain didn’t subside. As they made their way she glanced around for Vonn and made straight for the city power truck.
Romanov, CIA
Nicholas nodded watching Eryn do her job well. He turned his attention to what to do about the remaining malcontents. Especially on the off chance they meant harm on the Governor.
—CIA Director
At the front of the crowd, the man lowered his megaphone and smiled, slowly reaching out to Hyrushi’s held out hand and shaking it. “Yes Sir. We are OED V together.” The change might come as a surprise to many, but unbeknownst to them, it came at the exact time Romanov shocked the man in a leather jacket.
Always aware of all details around her, Eryn did notice. She wanted to swear in about 10 languages but she didn’t have time for that. Speaking into the private comm “We need a telepathic inhibitor at the extraction site.” She had to keep him from reconnecting with Megaphone.
“Now and always, my friend… now and always.” Hyrushi said and shook the man’s hand.
The pain was unlike the man had ever experienced, making it impossible for him to respond. Weak, he allowed himself to be dragged by the woman away from the crowd.
“Who are you? What do you want from me!?” The pain didn’t subside, but the shock was wearing out, and he managed to utter a few words in a strained voice. “I was just watching the protests like anybody else! Let me go!”
The Protesters, Megaphone Man, and Leather Jacket Man
Her voice was soft, concerned, she seemingly struggled under the weight. “You almost fell over, you’re sick, let me help.” The pain increased with lightening precision, and the palm sized taser pressed to his side again. She spotted the truck, “20 feet.”
Romanov
The man opened his mouth to protest that he wasn’t sick and didn’t need help, but he never had the time. Instead he screamed at the pain, allowing Romanov to keep dragging him away from the crowd.
Confused, he didn’t know who she was nor what did she want with him, but he was too weak to fight.
Leather Jacket Man
A human female in the dress of the Oed Police approached the two people. “What happened? Is he hurt?” she asked Romanov. “Tell me what happened. And bring him here. We have medical personnel on standby.” and she took the other side of the man to help move him…
The quiet, soft spoken woman, struggled under the wait of the man. “I don’t know. We were listening to the Governor and he suddenly bent over in pain. I didn’t see anyone hurt him, but there were a lot of people.” She straightened some as the other woman took half the weight and hurried toward the van and the police officer’s assistance.
Directly towards an Oed V Public Works Power panel truck.
“Ma’am, do you know his name? Where he is from? Can you tell me what happened?” the officer asked. “Here. Bring him here. He can lie down in here till the ambulance arrives. She opened the back of the truck and, with startling amount of strength, lifted the man up and onto the floor of the back of the truck. “Come, help me Miss.” and she gestured Romanov into the truck as well.
“William,” Eryn threw out the random name, “I think he is ill, he’s favoring his right side and moaning in pain.” Continuing to ‘struggle’ with the weight she heaved a sigh of relief as they reached the van. “Please help him.” There were one or two others from the protest nearby but seeing the man cared for by a woman who looked so obviously distraught over the man and a police officer, they continued on, assured everything was at hand. Eryn felt Vonn take the full weight of the man and then nodded, “Of course, Officer,” and climbed into the back of the van.
Once Romanov was inside, the police office dissolved and the familiar armored figure of Kodek Vonn was seated next to the prone man. They wasted no time. A strong jolt of electricity from one of their gloves coursed through the figure, a taser-like charge meant to subdue the worst the former bounty hunter had to deal with. He pounded on the wall of the truck and it began to move. Vonn then produced a small medical kit, opened it, and extracted a small device he pressed into the man’s arm and took a blood sample. Vonn next pulled a hypospray from their belt and pressed it to the man’s neck. A soft pop, and heavy sedative was delivered to the man, all in under thirty seconds.
The Breen’s helmet swiveled to face Eryn. “Tricoder behind you. Check the sample against the database and let us see who our friend is. And not to worry, the truck is a Faraday cage. No signals out from here.” The Breen then held his other glove over the man and began a detailed scan to see if there was anything in or on his person that would need to be dealt with.
Vonn, CIA
Eryn twisted and grabbed the tricorder, flipping it open, and placed the vial on the tricorder and started the scan.
“As soon as I disabled him, megaphone man’s behavior changed. It’s possible this man is a telepath or was being used as a telepathic relay. A telepathic suppressor will keep him from sending anything when he wakes, but that won’t stop another telepath from reading him.” She took several deep slow breaths, calming her mind and letting the intent and purpose slip away from her.
Eryn turned to the panel behind her, opened it, and plugged into a shielded comm relay to reach James, remembering to pick her accent back up. =/\=Ve need to identify zhe man at zhe protest. He vas mumbling about being paid credits. If he has already been paid, zhe techs at zhe varehouse can identify and trace zhe money.=/\=
Romanov
=/\=Noted.=/\= Nicholas responded, though he didn’t hide that his curiosity was piqued.
-CIA Director
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