Stupid Man Suit Wearer
AD 2037
Nearly a year after the botched raid on True Anonymous (TruAnon), an SAF team was deployed to stop an illegal cybernetics ring. Upgrading civilian cybernetics with military hardware, illicit sales and dealings, the job seemed pretty straightforward.
PO2 Santos lay prone on a rooftop adjacent to the warehouse where there was a deal going down. Above the city lights, the sniper was very nearly invisible in her black gear. Through the sights of her MSG90, she could easily see the transaction being made. She lay silently awaiting her orders. Then, the voice of her commander came over her comm:
"Santos. What's your Twenty?"
Santos tilted her head to better look through her sights. "Sights are hot, Sir. Awaiting orders."
"Roger that, Santos. We're ready to go on your mark." Then, the commander added, "After the debriefing, whaddya say we get some coffee?"
Santos replied with a slight gasp. But she quickly recovered, and replied, "Mark." Within moments, she squeezed the trigger, sending a 5.56x45mm NATO round directly into the temple of the person in her sights.
The rest, as Santos recalled during her recovery, was a blur. The sounds of flash grenades detonating and gunfire sounded below, then the sound of heavy assault fire was heard, and Santos made a rookie mistake: She rose from her prone position to a kneel, when she felt something cold on the side of her face. Before she realized it, she as down on her back.
"S-sir...I can't feel my face..."
A few days ago, AD 2038
*CRACK*
Second later, a few appreciative whistles were heard behind the sniper, lying prone, staring straight ahead. Santos smirked. Her last round went right through the hole left by her previous round. The high-speed cameras placed on the range proved it.
"Not bad, Dead-Eye." This came from a gentleman who walked onto the range, dressed in a dress uniform, holding an envelope: Santos's new commanding officer.
Santos sighed and stood to face her superior. "I've heard worse, Sir." Spying the envelope, she was just about to ask about it when the officer handed it to her.
"For you. Feels important."
Today
Penelope Santos, dressed in civilian clothes, blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, clutched the ID card in her hand, staring at the building in front of her. Having lived in Global City for the past year, she had seen this building at least a dozen times, but never actually stood this close to it. She was about to enter when she heard a vehicle approaching.
edited 26th Jun '13 7:11:06 PM by KarlKadaver
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.
AD 2033
Two men are together in a "sound-proof" office, one sits behind a desk while the other stands speaking to him. The one behind the desk is much older probably in his 60, the younger one is probably somewhere in his thirties. They're both dressed professionally.
"Mathew, they've found out about the experiments they know what's going on." The older one said.
"I had no part of it, nothing can be proven." The younger man replied angrily.
"Some of the scientists were keeping recordings of your involvements."
"What......."
"Mathew what you did........." The older gentleman began to say.
"I made a mistake!" The younger one shouted angrily.
"I don't care what it was, that project was unauthorized, you, and all the other agents/scientists involved are going to be punished. You'll all definitely loose your jobs, not to mention some of you may even be deported, or arrested."
"That's why I'm leaving." The younger man said while rising from his seat.
"Where are you going?" The older man asked.
"I don't know yet."
AD 2036
A squad of five soldiers stood outside the rear entrance to a recently abandoned packaging plant, Each armed with their own weapon personal weapon, and wearing the standard camo.
"How does it feel to be back in the states, Matt?" One of the soldiers asked. "It's sort of ironic isn't it a hacker hunting other hackers, I mean that's what you got deported for right?" one of the soldiers asked.
"It doesn't matter why I got deported, what matters is this job gets done, and our names get cleared." Mathew replied.
"You'd think they'd send in more than five guys to handle something like this, don't you think?" A third soldier added.
"These guys probably aren't to bad, I mean I never heard of True Anonymous have any of you?" the fourth soldier said.
"Look, none of this matters, what matters is we get the job done." Mathew said, while slowly opening the door. "All clear."
The team entered, they spread out, and searched the building, but found no one inside, there was definite evidence that it had been occupied previously though.
"Command, this is Mathew, there's nothing here." Mathew said into a com. device, but there was nothing, but static. "Something's wrong, I'm not getting a signal."
Suddenly an explosion happened, knocking Mathew off his feet. He could tell he was bleeding, but wasn't sure how badly, and his vision was fading in, and out. He heard the sound of gunshots from what seemed to be all directions, he could feel himself being dragged, but than everything went Dark.
About a day later Mathew woke up in a hospital bed, only to discover the raid had been a trap, and that he was one of the only two survivors*. Being a Filipino citizen he was relocated to a hospital there, the doctors there informed him that he'd probably be in the hospital for a "few" months, and that a blow to his head has caused damage to his vision.
Today.
Mathew custard dressed in normal civilian clothes* Stood across the street from the building he was instructed to locate by his ID card. He noticed a woman about to enter the building, clearly he was not the only one that had been contacted. Just as he was about to cross the street, he heard the sound of a vehicle.
edited 26th Jun '13 7:24:46 PM by Spark260
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
The SUV made its approach towards the building's circle-shaped driveway when an anti-vehicle barricade* was raised up in order to block the vehicle's way.
"Excuse me." The guard approached the SUV with a flashlight on his left hand with his right hand on his revolver holster.
"I'm summoned here for a meeting." Mark showed his issued ID card to the guard after he lowered the window via power button. "Let me through."
"Y-yes sir!" The guard shouted when he gestured to his comrade to lower the barricade. The guards then saluted the SUV when it drove past the guardhouse.
"Tell your boss I said thanks for the ride." Mark told the driver when the SUV arrived at the main entrance.
"Yes, sir."
Mark got out of the SUV and made his way to the entrance. A barong-wearing guard
asked the SAF operator to stop and submit himself to a security check by walking underneath a metal detector. He once again showed his ID, allowing him to get through the security checks.
Police Director Roberto Sanchez was in his personal office at the 28th floor of the said building, still reading over dozens of bio data reports submitted via the National Counter-Terrorism Action Group. The veteran officer was pretty sure that he would expect more people. But for now, he was told that a few of them may be summoned for now today. He wore a brown suit and red necktie with a white dress shirt and black Oxford shoes on.
Three couches were seen arranged in a U shape with a 4x4 coffee table in the middle, which was placed over a carpet. A couple of bookshelves were seen nearby with Sanchez's office table in front of the coffee table that consists of a desktop computer and some space for him to at least write memos and reports on. A trash can was seen on the side of the office table.
"Let's see who we got later on." The chief sighed before he opened the widescreen TV with a remote control via power button in his office to catch up with the local news.
Mark approached an information desk, which was staffed by a couple of gynoids wearing gray pantsuits and high heels. Their hair was done in a ponytail fashion, albeit artificial.
Global Security Incorporated? Mark saw the GSI initials at the rear of the information desk. That's one of the PMCs established by Asian War veterans. It was suppose to be closed until they were bought up by another company. I wonder why I'm here?
"How can we help you today, sir?" The gynoid receptionist asked.
"I have an appointment today." Mark showed his ID. The receptionist's left eye emitted a red IR beam when it scanned the barcode.
Probably to check if I'm legit.
The receptionist smiled and bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. The elevator lobby's right over there. Your destination is at the 28th floor." She pointed out the elevator lobby's location, which was near the middle of the building.
"Alright. Thanks a lot."
Mark walked off towards the elevator lobby and pressed the up button. He subsequently got inside and closed the elevator doors.
edited 10th Jul '13 10:37:55 AM by Ominae
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
The ANC news channel had just announced that the Departments of Finance and Justice will auction off vehicle that were seized from Triad gangs via corporate fronts after raids were down with the help of Macau and Hong Kong Police intelligence.
"Chief Sanchez." Sanchez's intercom was working when he heard the voice of a woman.
"Yes, what is it?" The chief replied on the intercom when he held down the button to speak through it.
"A guest has just arrived."
"All right. Just make sure he's shown in."
"Yes, sir."
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Mathew watched the SUV pass by, afterwards he crossed the street. Outside he was stopped by a barong-wearing guard who asked him to submit to a security check, after that he showed the guard his ID, and entered the building. The receptionists scanned his ID, and pointed him towards the elevator. Mathew saw a man entering it, and the door beginning to close.
"Hold that elevator." Mathew shouted, while running towards the elevator.
An ice cream vendor on a bicycle neared the building, then turned down an alleyway.
A few seconds later, Manuel stepped out, and made his way towards the front entrance of the building.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
"Hm?"
Mark noted the Caucasian man making his way to the elevator. He promptly opened the doors to let him through.
"Whoops. Sorry. Didn't see you there."
The barong-wearing security guard stopped Manuel politely when he was coming near the front entrance.
"I'm sorry, sir. But do you have a meeting here at the GSI building? I'll need to see some identification with you today as a security precaution since it's after business hours."
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
"I do," Manuel replied, looking the guard up and down. It paid to be paranoid in this line of work, but by the looks of it, this was the best course of action.
He showed the guard the ID he had gotten from the envelope.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
"I see."
The guard saw his ID and nodded, which allowed Manuel to get through the security checks.
"Just present yourself to the information desk. Our gynoid receptionists will scan the barcode on your ID and tell you where to go next."
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
"Thank you, good day," Mendoza replied, heading to the desk the guard had mentioned, presenting the barcode.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
"Thank you, sir."
The gynoid receptionist began to scan the ID's barcode via red IR beam from her left eye.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Mendoza." The receptionist bowed before she explained further, "The elevator lobby is just down there right behind the information desk. You can't miss it."
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Mendoza proceeds to miss the elevator lobby.
"Thank you, miss," Manny replied to the gynoid, and started to heads towards the elevator lobby.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
"Might I ask why you're here...?"
Mark threw the question to Matthew when he got inside the elevator with him.
"Just be sure to keep your ID ready, Mr. Mendoza." The gynoid reminded the ex-Mexican commando.
edited 3rd Jul '13 8:30:34 AM by Ominae
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
"I was given an ID, and asked to come here, I'm assuming you're here for the same reason." Mathew responded.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
"That I am."
The elevator doors closed when Matthew got inside. The car began to move upwards, going at a fast pace thanks to the motor engine that allowed for it to be possible.
"I just wonder if this is something the government's been doing after the bungled Special Action Force raid against True Anonymous a couple of years ago."
The SAF officer looked at the transparent glass body of the elevator car and looked down at the almost empty lobby beneath it.
edited 2nd Jul '13 1:46:34 AM by Ominae
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
A gynoid wearing the same clothes as the ones at the information desk stood at the elevator lobby at the 28th floor, awaiting the arrival of Mark and Matthew's elevator car.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Mendoza did what the gynoid said, keeping his ID ready as he approached the elevators in the lobby.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
If and when Mendoza should arrive at the elevator lobby, all of the elevator doors are closed for obvious reasons.
There are two buttons, one for up and down to summon an elevator car if one would need to go up or down to the basement floors.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Manuel pressed the up button for the elevator, waiting so he could get in and get to this briefing. He wondered what it would be like, and who he'd be working with.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
A few minutes later, the elevator car from the basement floors of the GSI building came to the ground floor and opened up.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Mendoza stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go up, heading towards the meeting.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
The elevator car that carried Mark and Matthew arrived at the destination, where the gynoid greeted them.
"Chief Sanchez is expecting you." The gynoid told the two. "Please exit the elevator and head down the corridor when you turn right. His office is the third door from here."
"Thank you." Mark thanked the gynoid and followed her directions before he arrived at the office of Chief Sanchez. He then knocked on the door.
The gynoid greeted Mendoza and told her the same directions, also telling him that two people were already on the floor and were about to enter Chief Sanchez. If he could hurry, he could just catch up with them.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Spidophile
Ramon rushed to where the elevator was. He cursed under his breath. He had spent all night playing on his computer and he'd overslept. He hurriedly pushed the down button on the elevator.
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Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
An elevator car was made available at the lobby when its door opened up, allowing the supposed transferee from the Philippine Army to get inside.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Opening Theme:
AD 2036
"Alright, let's go!"
A six-man team of the Philippine National Police's Special Action Force quickly breached through one of the doors leading into the interior of an abandoned manufacturing plant. The SAF operators wore MICH helmets, urban digital camos, balaclavas and tac gear while they were armed with FERFRANS SOAR assault carbines outfitted with vertical foregrips and red dot scopes.
"All clear."
A SAF officer of Chinese-Filipino origin scoped the surroundings while he looked through the lenses of his assault glasses. A mini-HUD appeared on the left lens, which showed him a map of the place. So far, it showed that it was clear.
"Proceed."
He pointed to a staircase nearby, which led to the upper floors. When the team moved up, they arrived at a small office.
Looks clear.
That was until there were sounds of explosions taking place around the perimeter.
"This is Alpha Team to command! What's happening out there?!"
Static was being heard through the officer's earpiece. The mini-HUD disappeared as well, rendering the assault glasses useless except to serve as eye protection.
He gestured to his subordinates to stop using their comm gear since they were being jammed.
The team moved out of the office, which led to a hallway. They went into the hallway and turned left.
"Move slowly." The officer whispered as they aimed their assault carbines in front. They were all pretty nervous since they heard gunshots and explosions that seemingly came from all directions.
Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the ceiling above the team. It took out four of them by surprise.
"SHIT!" The officer went to assist his subordinate, who was down and dizzy from the blast. As the officer went out of his way to help him by using his hands to hold onto his arms until the dazed officer could stand up a bit more properly, a gunmen clad in military gear and armed with an IZHMASH AK-12 assault rifle opened fire when he emerged from one of the rooms.
"Thank you, sir..."
"Don't thank me. We're not out of the woods yet..."
The AK-12 was fired at the dazed officer, being shot several times.
"NOOO!"
The dazed officer was gunned down from the hail of bullets, which made him collapse onto the floor. The officer was forced to leave his dead subordinate when he made a mad dash down the hallway while he fired his assault carbine at the gunman after a primed smoke grenade was tossed in order to cover his tracks. This forced the AK-armed gunman to duck back and hide from being shot.
As he ran down the hallway, an explosion ripped through another part of the ceiling. This made him fall down and trip onto the floor. He was disoriented by the blast.
Can't see clearly. The Senior Inspector didn't know what happened next, except that he heard another gunman talk in a foreign language.
Is that Kore... The officer didn't have time to assess his thoughts when his vest caught a couple of 9mm bullets fired from a Glock pistol, courtesy of a ballistic plate. Although he was able to gun down the armed gunman by firing his assault carbine, the officer was not able to stop his fall after he fell over an open window.
CRASH!
Dammitt
Certainly having your fall broken by a stack of wooden crates with a tarpaulin over them wasn't beneficial, especially if they made your world a bit of hurt.
Goddamit. I think my arm's hurt bad.
Gunshots rang out from the rooftop of nearby buildings.
Are the snipers under attack?
Sir!
Sir!
"Sir!"
The same officer, clad in civilian clothes*, woke up after being nearly asleep in the middle passenger seat of a 2037 Mercedes-Benz W177 M-Class SUV.
"Yes?" The Chinese-Filipino man said after he awoke.
"We're almost at our destination." The driver of the SUV said, driving past Global City's Shangri-La hotel.
"Thank you." The man got out his Iphone 8, opened a webpage and watched a video thanks to the 5G connection.
"Today is the second anniversary of the botched Special Action Force raid. Police Senior Inspector Mark Chen has been publicly disgraced in the ranks of the Philippine National Police, accused of incompetence that led to the deaths of several SAF officers when they were deployed to arrest a cell of True Anonymous, a hacker/terrorist group that claims to be the successor of the original hacktivist group Anonymous. Currently, he's running the SAF's training..."
"This never ends."
He took out an envelope from his front pants pocket and took out a folded piece of paper after he ended the video and kept his phone in a belt clip holder. Mark unfolded it and read the following instructions.
PROCEED TO THE ADDRESS AS INSTRUCTED. IT'S A FEW BLOCKS NEAR THE SHANGRI-LA'S GLOBAL CITY HOTEL/RESIDENCES
. SHOW THE STAFF THE ID INCLUDED WITH THIS ENVELOPE AND THEY'LL TELL YOU HOW TO GET TO THE OFFICE. ALSO, ANY SIDEARMS/GEAR PURCHASED WITH THE ALLOWANCE OF P500,000 AS PROVIDED BY NCTAG WOULD BE MADE AVAILABLE AFTER THE INITIAL DEBRIEFING. BE SURE TO WEAR CIVILIAN CLOTHES."
Mark took out the ID, which had a barcode, a 1x1 photo of him in his SAF uniform alongside his basic information, which included his name, sex, age, nationality and date of birth.
Looks like this task force has given me an ID. But what for?
The SUV was making its approach towards a 30-story building, which had no surrounding buildings aside from being a few blocks near the hotel since Global City was still undergoing a construction boom after the end of the Asian War.
I wonder if anyone else got the same envelope like I did?
Task Force - A Law Enforcement Cyberpunk/Postcyberpunk RP game
Bonifacio Global City
AD 2038
Episode 1: Revisit.
edited 28th Jun '13 12:21:27 AM by Ominae
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"