| From: | Gian-Paolo Musumeci <musumeci@***.LIS.UIUC.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Mission Log |
| Date: | Thu, 9 Feb 1995 08:05:05 -0600 |
by concealed cameras, of those who were involved in a recent raid against
a corporate biomedical facility. Any and all information pursuant to
these criminals will, of course, be appreciated.
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A small plane appears, unfolding into a wide-angle camera view, the
viewfield static fading into a precise, color-corrected image of a
semifortified compound, nestled in the foothills of a large mountain.
A 4-meter chain link fence surrounds the compound, with a small,
neatly-stencilled sign attached near the gate. It reads, in precise
black capitals: "Restricted Access Only." Immediately underneath it,
in yellow, is drawn the universal symbol for biological hazards.
Faint, blue alphanumerics tick off the time in the bottom-right corner
of the viewfield. Time passes rapidly, then slows as night falls.
When it becomes too dark to see unassisted, the characteristic flash
of sodium-vapor lamps fills the black of the night and illuminates
the compound, the viewfield taking on a greenish tint as night optic
circuits come online.
Out of nowhere, an unmarked, flat black Yellowjacket touches down
just outside the compound fence, discharging four males wearing form-
fitting, dark green body armor, carrying small submachine guns. One
other male is wearing a long, black trenchcoat and carries a sword.
A second female is wearing light security armor and a bulky backpack,
carrying what seems to be a flamethrower. Two other figures, not
dressed like the first six, are hidden in darkness. The squad easily
slips in through the front gate, having shot the lock off, and rushes
towards the compound.
The viewfield fades and another comes into existence, this one inside
the compound, showing a massive desk in the middle of a circular
lobby, with corridors leading in three directions. A thin, pinched
elvish woman in a buisness suit sits at the desk, tending to papers.
As the squad enters, she looks up, gasps, and tries to trip the
security systems, but a spray of hollowpoint shells from one SMG
cuts her down in a grotesque shower of blood. The squad fans out,
searching for the mechanisms that unlock the massive doors that restrict
access to the corridors. Finally, the female wearing security armor
attaches a C26 shaped charge to one door and blows it inwards,
scattering the white-coated laboratory technicians behind it, tearing
one of them apart with a fan of twisted metal. The squad rushes
forward, firing short SMG bursts into the stunned personnel, leaving
blood-red trickles across the white tile floor.
The squad progresses through the corridors of the compound. Every
time they reach a door, one person in form-fitting armor tosses a
grenade in the cracked door: the explosion is punctuated by the
shattering of glass and the hissing of sprinkler systems, not to
mention the occasional screams of agony.
The squad reaches one metal security door and blows it off its hinges,
then steps inside of a large building, perhaps 50 meters by 40 meters.
The walls are lined with computer terminals, sequencing hoods, and
other scientific equipment. A technician looks up from a terminal
where he was adjusting a program, screams, and dives behind a counter
just as a flight of hollowpoints tear his screen apart and destroy
the glassware. In the middle of the room stand six small towers,
arranged in a hexagonal fashion. They look heavily padded and rein-
forced, which seems rather out-of-place. The squad fans out again,
searching through the laboratory, easily laying waste to everything
that moves -- and quite a few things that don't. The two figures
who seemed out of place fumble around one of the desks, finally
coming up with a set of black cases, which they furtively shove inside
their jackets. They nod to the squad, which carefully slips out of
the lab. The woman in security armor flips the safety catch off
her flamethrower and casts a long spinneret of flame across the room,
bursting Erlenmyer flasks and reducing computer equipment to a messy
pile of melted plastic.
The squad sprints down the hallway, pausing only to open fire on
security personnel, who now have begun to attempt to secure the area.
The hollowpoint shells easily tear through their armored jackets,
shattering their chests as they fall to the ground, screaming
horribly. Apparently, the squad members are under orders to fire
in such as a way as to maximize pain in those they hit.
As the squad kicks out a window and runs to the waiting extraction
Yellowjacket, the compound is rocked with an explosion. The view-
finder shivers and fades...
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The families of those massacred technicians and security personnel
all plead with you to bring those responsible to justice. The
destruction of the laboratory facility is a secondary concern
compared with the loss of so many innocent lives.
Once again, thank you for your kind concerns.]<<<<<
-- Dante Bertuscione <Suppressed/Suppressed>
Director, External Affairs
Contemporary Analytics StA
