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Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Target Extraction) // TAG CIA and anyone interested

Posted Jan. 7, 2023, 11:15 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 Nicholas James (Director, Colonial Intelligence Agency) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Target Extraction) // TAG CIA and anyone interested

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Target Extraction) // TAG CIA and anyone interested
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For the most part, the man looked unblemished. There were no visible tattoos or piercings. He did had a few moles sprinkled through his skin, the most distinct of them sitting on his right shoulder blade. He looked just like it would be expected of any regular human Federation citizen, with the exception of a 5cm scar on his left shoulder around his clavicle area. If scanned, the scar would prove to be about three years old and it would be consistent with a stab wound.

Leather Jacket Man

Eryn reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a medical tricorder to scan the scar. Three years. They could see run medical records for Sacred Heart but there was no record of the man anyway, and Eryn’s own recent medical forays wouldn’t be listed at Sacred Heart. They would just have to wait and see if Hashirk or any other contacts she and Vonn had knew anything.

The utility truck moved along the streets in a steady manner, avoiding the crowds from the protest and the people heading to late starting shifts, running errands, and the every day movement of the colony. The truck turned and Eryn felt the vehicle slow down and come to a stop. There was a patterned knock on the truck panel that separated them from the cab. They had arrived at a black site. It wasn’t knew and it was not old. In the edges of an established residential section of the colony inside where the dome used to be. Crouched over, Eryn stepped toward the back door and opened it and jumped to the ground turning and stepping out of Vonn’s way.

There was other news that Eryn hadn’t had the opportunity to give Vonn either. Having just confirmed it the night before she hadn’t seen her elusive house mate. “When we have him secure, we need to talk.”

Romanov

Nicholas waited inside for their… guest. He had thought better of previous plans and gone to meet his operatives. Like any black site it wasn’t much to look at, function over form. But it had a cage for whomever it was ready to receive him.

Once they were all inside, and the doors shut, Nicholas asked “Any leads on an ID?”

-CIA Director

“None.” Eryn shook her head, “Scans show he is human late twenties, but he has been altered to look older. Scans also showed that he has a small neurostimulator implanted in his brain. Vonn scanned it. He can tell you more. But we vill need someone trustworthy to remove it.” She moved along at a brisk pace, following as they moved the man into the back of the area where they had cells and locked rooms.

Romanov

Nicholas considered for a moment. “I know someone. I’ll have to bring her here. In a hurry.” And it’ll cost a fortune. He pulled a small PaDD out of his pocket and typed out a message. =Urgent Case. OED V. Warehouse district. Come quickly. Payment on services rendered.= The months of cybernetics surgeries he had previously had done on himself flashed through his mind. She was the best. And good at keeping secrets.

-CIA Director

Vonn came over after having secured their ‘guest’. “Director, about the device. It is a copy of Breen technology. It shouldn’t be at all compatible with human physiology. And they tend to do more damage coming out than going in.” the helmet said flatly.

Vonn, CIA

“Ve need to run records of zhe man from zhe protest. He vas being paid. Follow zhe money.” Eryn said as she rejoined them. “A look at zhe colony’s security footage vould be wise. See vhere the people were zhe last few days. Who they saw and spoke to. Most of the people dispersed easily. They vere simply sheep.”

Eryn, CIA

A response came through. It would cost a fortune, but she would be there. “Doctor will be here in an hour.” Nicholas looked to Vonn. “You’ll need to talk her through what kind of device it is, where it’s positioned, that kind of thing.” He assumed Vonn understood why he was asking a Breen to help with a Breen device. He turned to Eryn. “You run the security footage. And I’ll start with banking records. Anyone we do have a name for.”

-CIA Director

The helmet nodded once and Vonn moved to prep the man for his ‘appointment’.

Vonn

Erin moved through the building toward the bank of computers and terminals. She sat down and slipped an old fashioned headset interface on. Not really necessary but it blocked out the other noise and let her speak directly to the computer without disturbing anyone else working. She pulled up the footage outside the government tower and the hospital. The first thing she did was have the computer run facial recognition and identify all the people in both crowds. Then she cross referenced all those identified against the Oed residency records. Those not identified were added to a seperate screen, those that were not residents to another (and their files and arrival screenings pulled). Those that were residents and related were flagged in matching color groups. Then she started the computer back tracing everyone else through the feeds for the last month to see where and when they crossed paths before. It was a lot because any time two people, not family, crossed she had to watch and see if there was any significant (no matter how short) interaction.

Romanov

Nicholas sat down behind a different terminal and began sifting through the financial data of anyone they did have an identity for. He was looking for any person or organization funding the protest, finding similar sums from the same people in different accounts without due cause.

-CIA Director

OOC: responses to our queries, if any can be added later, I’m just gonna keep this rolling to when the doc arrives.

IC: An hour of work passed. And then there was an ominous knock at the door. Nicholas rose slowly and walked to check who it was. A moment later, he ushered in a tall, thin, brunette human woman. She wore a doctor’s medical coat over a light suit and had a kind smile. “Nicholas. It’s good to see you.” She greeted him in a gentle voice.
“Yeah. You too. We have a real problem here-” he was cut off.
“And discretion is key. Your payment buys not only patient care, but absolute silence on the matter.”
“Good.” It had better for what it cost. He led her back to where Vonn had set up. “The Doctor is in.”

-CIA Director

The large Breen stood next to an obviously sedated, but still restrained, human male. The Breen handed a PaDD to the doctor and the helmet said “All scan data. The device is a very poor-copy of Breen neuro tech. If it was actual Breen make, removal would be difficult but not impossible. This… well… you apparently do get what you pay for. And someone did not pay nearly enough.”

Vonn, CIA

The doctor grimaced. “Indeed. It shall be removable. But I wouldn’t put him under significant duress immediately after.” She walked over and positioned the sedated figure so she could best have access, and then opened her bag and withdrew an assortment of tools. She set to work, cutting carefully and working slowly.

The device was indeed crude, and crudely fused to the man. Detaching it took time. The doctor pried it loose from the man’s body and dropped it in a small tray before beginning the work of closing up the surgical wound.

-Doc

OOC: Highlighting for feedback

The tray was taken immediately and put into a small Faraday cage by Vonn. The helmet turned to face one of the lead CIA techs and the synthesized voice said “Complete scan and forensic work up. Trace all component serial numbers or chemical tracers. I want to know where the device was made and, failing that, where the parts were procured.”

Vonn, CIA

Later when Eryn caught a glimpse of James she waved him over. “I vent and talked to Calvin Harris. You might find vhat he had to say interesting.”

Eryn

Nicholas looked up from what he was doing and went over to Eryn. “What did you learn from Mister Harris?”

-CIA Director

“I learned zhat one Ryan York, CO of zhe Thresher, yes zhe Section 31 flag ship zhat does not exist, zhat Thresher, is not only in orbit over Oed, but he is planet side, investigating zhe attack. We have been told to stay out of his way. We could not possibly compete vith his skill and ve could get hurt.” Eryn’s laugh told exactly what she thought of that assessment. “I have to vonder vhat Governor Hyrushi vould think about his General of Colonial Defense allowing Star Fleet to take over zhis investigation that is a colonial matter and not connected to Star Fleet at all.”

Eryn turned her console around and on it where several pings for a very unique energy signal and the biosigns that appeared with it. “Zhe Thresher’s transporter signal. Zhey are very busy.”

Eryn, CIA

“Section 31. Damn.” He sent a message to Hyrushi =/\=The old boss is in town, setting up a rival business.=/\= he hoped the Governor would understand. “I’ve been on the Thresher before. Horrible place. It’s packed to the gills with people who want me dead. Let’s run them offworld before they get the chance.”

-CIA Director

Eryn’s gaze flitted over to Vonn and then back to James. James comment confirmed some of Eryn’s suspicions. They all felt the same way about the Thresher and S31 as well. “They are not people that ve vant on zhe colony.” There were of course always official channels. Eryn admitted to herself she couldn’t wait to see what the governor did about it.

Romanov

James’s comm chirped and a terse voice said =/\= As Star Fleet has, yet again, failed to follow the most basic precepts of formality when conducting their operations, please ensure that our ‘visitors’ are made very aware that their unannounced presence is not only unwanted… but will not be tolerated. You have carte blanche to do whatever is necessary to ensure that SFI and Section 31 are made aware that they will not operate on Oed V without proper permission from your Agency, Director James. You are the head of the Coloial Intelligence Agency. Make sure they know the rules going forward. =/\=

Hyrushi, Gov

An internal message went out to all the CIA staff, arriving on whatever PaDD or computer was nearest. =We have unwelcome Starfleet and S31 guests. Pull some weapons. Let them know they’re being monitored.= “Eryn.” Nicholas said. “I need to find whoever is in charge of this mission. There’s someone we need to put the fear of god into.”

-CIA Director

“Zhat vould be Ryan York. Commanding Officer of zhe Thresher.” She pointed at her screen, “Zhis bio signature here. Follow zhe transport signals. He likes to use zhem constantly to appear and disappear at vill. He thinks it makes him mysterious and creepy. Or you could be reckless and go after Molly Holloway. She knows he is here and is working with him. York won’t tolerate obvious or covert surveillance on her. It vill make him reckless and angry, but also very very dangerous. She has always been a bit hot though. And given the attack on her family, zhat is not a good choice for anyone. It could also disrupt our investigation into zhe attack.”

Romanov, CIA

York… Nicholas thought. “If we tail Holloway, even odds York will figure out we’re doing it to get him out in the open. We need to block his transport and then go have a chat.” Nicholas walked over to his desk and pulled a weapon out. A small disruptor pistol. Far from federation standard. “If he’s not inclined to leave, we’ll have to fire a warning shot.”

-CIA Director

Eryn looked at him and at the weapon. “You really vant to scare him. Hack zhe transporter signal and redirect him here, or to another secure location. Once he materializes, turn on zhe signal scramblers so zhe Thresher can’t find him. He zhinks he and his ship are untouchable. Zhat vill scare him. And you know as vell as I do, a varning shot vill have no affect on York.”

Romanov

“Oh I’ll leave a mark. Find him. Bring him here.” Nicholas pointed to the center of the space and aimed his disruptor at the same spot. He primed his weapon and stood waiting for York to appear as his eyes turned from green to clear. It was unconscious, but made something of a point. The electronics in his eyes were clearly visible without any pigmentation in the iris.

-CIA Director

Eryn raised a brow and shrugged. She wasn’t a hacker or a transporter technician. She stood up from her console and moved into the other room and grabbed their top computer scientist and went into the small transporter room on the site. She pulled up the display and tracking for the Thresher’s transports and the showed them the bio signature James wanted. She leaned against the wall, out of the way while the two agents did whatever computer foolery that they did. She had no idea if they could do it or not. She’d seen it done, but it wasn’t in her skill set.

They had to match their system with the Thresher’s signal and pattern and then intercept the signature, pull it into their buffers while at the same time making the Thresher’s computer think the transport had completed. Then rematerialized York in the middle of the room in front of James. The idea was that their signal wouldn’t be traced because it matched Thresher’s and would look like they had made the mistake.

Once that was done, Eryn would hit the emergency button which would send the site into lockdown. No signals in or out, and a really cool piece of shielding technology that stopped sensors from picking up any biosigns from inside the building. But the program would send out fake signals, making it look like the building was minimally occupied. No need to draw attention by suddenly going ‘black’.

Romanov

“Ryan.” The CIA Director greeted an old acquaintance as the Intelligence community often did, with a pistol pointed at his face. “Seems you’ve decided to operate in my territory. That’s the kind of mistake you don’t make twice.”

-CIA Director


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