| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Further Orders |
| Date: | Sat, 23 Mar 1996 21:53:17 GMT |
>>>>>[Sir, our operations are becoming increasingly difficult. We require
additional support if the plan is to continue.
So far the main threat appears to be a single individual: Jason Lynch.
This offers an opportunity to eliminate him, permanently, as a threat. However,
I regret to state that Lieutenant Ramirez attempted a botched assassination
attempt on Lynch, without taking time to investigate or research the threat.
Thus, Lynch will be alerted: the assassin came far closer than would have been
expected in the circumstances, but advertised his failure and his fury with
Ramirez on Shadowland. Ramirez has been dealt with appropriately, of course,
but we require a replacement.
His latest attack occurred in the Seattle facility we were using to ship the
merchandise to the NAN states. I have appended the video of the event. There
is no external footage: those cameras were disabled, and the feed looped to
show no abnormality. The four guards outside all insisted that they saw and
heard nothing untoward until the incident began.
+++++include video: warehouse_raid
The view is from security cameras, in the four roof corners of a small
warehouse, looking inward. Eight cars are parked, most with their doors and
hoods open, and are being worked on by about twenty coveralled labourers.
Armed guards sit around, or in a few cases wander idly: about eight in all.
It seems that the cars are being used to carry trays of datachips, which are
being hidden in places like the seat upholstery, or the sound-deadening
material under the hood. The audio feed gives a low buzz of conversation and a
steady background of music: "Seattle's Hot Forty", by the sound and the DJ.
Sudden movement, high in the picture, as something falls from the girderwork
of the roof: you register it as a person, before the bright muzzle flash of an
automatic weapon highlights his descent in stroboscopic intervals. One car
erupts in flame and broken glass as the guards in front of it fall, and another
of the guards - firing back at the abseiling man - is suddenly kicked to the
ground, his shotgun flying. In the three or four seconds of his descent, the
attacker has killed six men. The guards are shooting wildly, the workers
scrambling for their weapons.
The raider - you presume this must be Lynch - lands not ten feet from a
startled guard, rolls under the man's wild spray of fire, and comes up firing:
a pistol in each hand, half-a-dozen shots almost point-blank. Slamming against
a parked Elite, he fires again at something the camera doesn't clearly see:
the sudden wash of flame partly obscures the view as the angle shifts to
another camera.
Lynch rolls over the hood of the car, coming down on top of a terrified worker:
he cracks the man across the head with one Predator, then as the last two
guards break cover towards him - spraying long bursts with their AKs - he
fires, left-handed, twice: the two shots almost blurring into one as both men's
heads snap back as though hit with baseball bats, and they fall bonelessly in
unison.
Lynch drops the magazine out of one Predator and reloads, then does the same
for the other weapon: casually turning and rapid-firing both at the Judas-door
in the main entrance as another armed man crashes through, falling. Muzzle
flashes behind him show a more cautious colleague, whose fire ceases abruptly
as Lynch continues to shoot at the door, punching holes in the thin sheet
aluminium where the rifleman must be standing.
A long pause as he looks around, his mirrorshades reflecting the light of
several fires. You see a tall man, over six feet tall yet rail-thin, with
long black hair whose grey streaks catch the firelight, wearing jeans and a
battered leather jacket. He walks calmly to the Elite he had used as cover,
holstering one pistol and opening the fuel cap before dropping something into
the tank's mouth. He repeats this at each of the gasburning cars that are not
already ablaze, then places two more objects amidst the trays of datachips.
Walking a little faster, Lynch draws the second Predator again as he moves to
the door and leaves. For nearly twenty seconds, nothing happens: then the
Elite explodes in a flashbulb glare of light that whites out the camera for
several seconds. As it clears and you see the blazing wreckage, the second car
likewise explodes. The sequence of detonations ends with the chips being
scattered, fiercely burning, around the warehouse: two of the four cameras are
already off-line by then.
+++++end video
Quite apart from the clear video of his face, which matches him to a 99.3%
probability, the method and style fits completely Lynch's profile: especially
the overdramatic entrance, and his childish preference for using a pair of
pistols rather than a more effective weapon. Our psychiatric profile suggests
an addiction to antique films, especially those of a Chinaman called Woo.
The merchandise, and the vehicles earmarked for its transport, were completely
destroyed in the fire: the incendiary devices used were white phosphorous
grenades. Of the thirty-one workers and guards, eleven were found alive and
the bodies of fourteen were recovered. The remaining six remain at large.
Interrogation of all survivors indicated that none had any complicity in the
attack. Four remain available for further examination if deemed necessary.
The only additional data not recorded on the cameras is a black automobile,
"sounded powerful", which collected Lynch after the attack. The driver was
not seen, and neither was the registration. I regret that this witness
suffered an aneurysm during deep magical probing and offer my apologies
for the clumsiness of the work.
Lone Star have taken custody of the scene, but have been persuaded that it
was a simple criminal BTL operation. Forensic analysis of the merchandise has
been precluded, and all evidence in Lone Star custody has been 'lost'. The
surviving personnel recovered by the police were likewise released to
us and records of them mislaid. None of the dead are traceable to our
operation.
Indications to date are that Lynch is following a personal crusade against the
overt content of the merchandise. He does not appear to have involved his
Agency contacts, and we have no evidence that Project Manchu has been
compromised. There is also no sign of his usual companion in these
matters yet.
We are currently carrying out damage control and awaiting orders.]<<<<<
-- Major Zicahuata <21:32:51/03-23-57>
Aztlan Intelligence Service
*****PRIVATE: Major Zicahuata
>>>>>[Increase security at all operations: additional personnel are being
released as necessary. Keep me informed of any and all incidents, however
minor. Additional merchandise is en route: maintain the schedule and advise
me on any delay you cannot prevent. Send the survivors back for further
investigation. I would, however, suggest you review your data on the
'powerful black car' against the files, before you claim The Lady was not
involved.
My congratulations on your handling of the police investigation, Major. You
have coped well with a difficult assignment. We will attempt to deal with
the Lynch problem: however, concentrate on protecting your operation. He has
been a thorn in our side for over five years, and has demonstrated a knack for
evading retaliation. You do not have the resources, nor the training, to pursue
him. I will pass this matter upwards for consideration.
Continue with the plan as given, until further orders.]<<<<<
-- Colonel Tepanohoutec <21:32:51/03-23-57>
Aztlan Intelligence Servic
