| From: | Johnston <Johnston@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Damned Routers |
| Date: | Sun, 5 Jan 1997 00:25:25 +0000 |
>>>>>[
+++++Begin vidcam
Four black limo's pull up in front of a forlorn looking building marked
1547. A broken tiled pattern in the entrance, confirming the building
number. Twelve people climb out of the cars, and head towards the
building entrances. FBI printed across their jackets in dayglo. Four
go in through the main entrance, jackets marked D'Arkan, Lowry,
Hakkerstone and Shannon. All armed with SigSauer 32G auto's.
Hakkerstone and Shannon, head for the building elevators, D'Arkan and
Lowry the stairs.
"Unit 2, exits secured. Unit 3 on FE, climbing now. Surveillance
indicates 5th floor."
"Move in, seal the building, LSS are on route, SWAT backup in 5. Secure
the floor, and wait for back-up. Hakkerstone out."
D'Arkan looks back at Lowry. Looks up the flights of stairs, sighs, and
begins to climb. Lowry following. Each floor has the fire-escape and
elevators checked. Hakkerstone and Shannon waiting, scanning and
listening. Two other agents on each escape on either side of the
building, checking in at each floor.
On the fifth floor, a different attitude comes over the agents Caution
is evident, as well as apprehension. The elevator softly dings as the
doors open, Hakkerstone and Shannon hi-lo into the corridor. D'Arkan
and Lowry repeat the manoeuver in the opposite direction. Another two
agents can be seen outside the landing window, looking in, weapons at
ready easy.
Four doors sit opposite each other on either side of the stairwell. The
agents look at each other, a hand signal from Hakkerstone directs
D'Arkan and Lowry down one hall. He indicates the other as his. A nod
and they split.
D'Arkan pulls a small box from his pocket and attaches it to a door,
number 24, according to the label, Mr & Mrs O'Keith in residence,
attaching an ear piece to his ear. He listens intently for a few
seconds, shakes his head and moves to the next door. A noise from the
other end of the hallway attracts his attention.
Shannon removes the ear piece and nods. Hakkerstone steps forward,
handgun at high port, and leans near the door, taking the ear piece from
Shannon. He nods.
The door explodes out, Hakkerstones head exploding in the same motion.
D'Arkan screams a warning as he and Lowry move down the corridor.
Shannon, staggers back, bringing up his weapon, as what appears to be a
hand is retracted back through the door. The remains of the door erupt
into the hallway, and something moves out and back, dragging Shannon
with it. A short scream and a head flops into the hallway, followed by
the body. D'Arkan and Lowry reach the door as two agents come in
through the fire escape window. Shannon hits the floor sliding, firing
in through the doorway, as D'Arkan slams into the wall and empties the
clip into the room. A crash of glass, from within the room. The agents
change clips, and burst into the room, weapons tracking, looking for
targets, two more agents follow in.
"He's out! He's down he......" Gunfire... A scream... Silence.
The agents run towards the window. Two more agents lay on the sidewalk,
blood pooling around their torn bodies, as a figure moves off,
unnaturally fast into the Park.
Keying a radio mike. "SWAT, D'Arkan, it's hosed, the bastard knew we
were coming. He's out, in State Park, heading North, fast."
He turns from the window. Looks at the partially dismantled matrix
router, looks out into the hall at the headless corpse of Agent Shannon,
and the ruined corpse of Hakkerstone, and closes his eyes. "Oh,
fuck.... "
+++++End Vid.
]<<<<<
-- Lt. C. D'Arkan <22:45:17/01-04-57>
FBI, Achilles Project
Seattle, UCAS
*****INTERNAL: Achilles Project
>>>>>[Vid Cam confirmation is available, the target at the scene was
not, I repeat NOT Thunda. No informationj on the identity is available
at this time. Shannon, Harris and O'Brien will be buried here in
Seattle at the Federal Memorial Park, next Sunday. I want you all there.
Hakkerstones body is being shipped back to Washington, to be buried in
his family plot. Any who wish to attend, make arrangements now, flights
will be paid. Headquarters is shutting down Achilles until a new
commander can be brought up to speed. Thunda is still fair game. The
gloves are off now people. I'm in temporary command until a replacement
is found, and I want this fucker, I want him so bad I can taste it.
Get out there on the streets. Turn over anything that smells vaguely
like it might have some information in it. Any perps on record, runners
bars, suppliers, fences, anything. Shake it down. Anything that is
linked, book it or kill it. I don't care which. I don't want to see
anybody until we have a new trail. Get on it.]<<<<<
-- Lt. C. D'Arkan <00:07:21/01-05-57>
FBI, Achilles Project
Seattle, UCAS
*****PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[We found a router. Someone was there. Not Thunda, a new player,
one of his team maybe. Forensics are going over the dead, trying to see
if they can get a DNA or cell print from the perp. If Thunda is half as
good as this one, we've got a real problem. I'm in temporary command,
and my people are out on the streets now. Not only is Thunda guilty of
terrorism and murder, he's now wanted for the murder of four Federal
agents, whether or not he is responsible is immaterial, it was his
orders that caused this. It doesn't matter anymore what the hell you do
out there, as long as you get results, I don't worship the book, like
Hakkerstone, and I want this fucker. Find him for me Lynch. But don't
take him unless I'm there. I want to be a part of driving him into the
dirt.]<<<<<
-- Lt. C. D'Arkan, commanding <00:11:19/01-05-58>
FBI, Achilles Project
Seattle, UCAS
*****PRIVATE: Capt. Franklin
>>>>>[Achilles is down. We traced Thunda to a location in Renton. He,
or one of his team were there on the scene, we lost three agents and
Captain Hakkerstone. Request instructions.]<<<<<
-- Lt. C. D'Arkan, commanding <00:17:19/01-05-58>
FBI, Achilles Project
Seattle, UCAS
*****PRIVATE: Lt. C. D'Arkan
>>>>>[Find Thunda. EXTREME PREJUDICE. More follows]<<<<<
-- Capt. Franklin
FBI Headquarters, Achilles Project
Hoover Building, Washington DC
*****INTERNAL: Achilles Project
>>>>>[We have sanction. Extreme Prejudice. Find Thunda, any means
necessary.]<<<<<
-- Lt. C. D'Arkan, commanding <00:17:19/01-05-58>
FBI, Achilles Project
Seattle, UCAS
