Patal (VBS1), Aesania
27 August 2006
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It was a relatively cool day in Patal, the operative mused as he looked out the window of the small coffee shop which he had decided to use as a rendezvous point with the Aesanian food service worker. The operation was simple, the operative was really a deep cover agent, an agent of the Atlantian intelligence service who had been given orders to deliver a package with nearly unlimited funds to be used to do so. He continued watching out the window and saw a tall, pudgy man walk across the street hurriedly, and towards the door to the coffee shop. He looked around nervously, and then sat down across from the operative, his eyes darting about as businessmen and socialites enjoying a double extra foamy super caramel machiatto-latte with two shots of sweetener stole awkward glances at him.
"Listen, Warren calm down," the operative said consolingly, almost fatherly, even though he was the same age as the man sitting in front of him.
"I delivered the package, where's the money?" he asked, a bit of sweat on his hairline another obvious indicator of his anxiousness.
"It's all wired to your account, don't worry, they'll never know it was you," he said in a hushed tone. Miles away in the office of the Aesanian intelligence service, three intelligence experts on Atlantia were now eating Rivanan takeout which they had ordered from the place down the street. It was standard procedure that all such orders be handled by food service, screened for the normal poisons, and then carried up. It was a routine that was absolutely necessary when embroiled in a war against a nation which had no problem murdering people. What they didn't know was that Warren, the pudgy food service worker, had, for the sum of $1,000,000, put a bit of a large vial of a clear liquid in each of their dishes. The vial contained a simple E. coli culture, nothing serious, however it was what was contained in the genetic code of the tiny bacteria that was so dangerous.
Within hours, the bacteria would be clinging to every surface on the digestive tract of the marks. Soon thereafter, they would explode, releasing millions of viral particles which would in some cases, do nothing, but in others, rapidly multiply and arrest cellular division. The culture was a "cocktail", three substrains of the virus meant for three intelligence operatives.
Compounded with the untimely death of a coffee shop worker, a food service worker from the same building, and two men from the Rivanan restaurant, it would simply look like an outbreak of an unknown tropical disease of some sort. The real purpose would not become apparent until it was too late, if ever. DNA sample collection for individual targeting was quite easy. One drop of saliva, one drop of blood, one strand of hair, one article of clothing, anything, was enough to extract a DNA sample, run it through PCR, and determine individual RFLPs. Genetic diversity had ceased to be a genetic ally, and would now be the downfall of singularly targeted individuals.
And as for Warren, the poor individual sitting in front of him, he would be quite happy with his untraceable $1,000,000. He had already been instructed on how to spend it without arousing suspicion, and already knew what would happen if he was suspected.
If this wonder virus worked like the government said it did, which the operative was sure of, those three men would be dead in no more than ten days, and the cause of their illness would be absolutely baffling.
Hydra Deployment
Started by MSpencer, Aug 27 2006 06:18 PM
2 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 27 August 2006 - 06:18 PM
#2
Posted 27 August 2006 - 06:24 PM
((OOC: I don't have a Union City. The capital is Patal.
But can I somehow find out it was this guy who planted it? I really wanna describe a black interrogation and execution in detail...))
But can I somehow find out it was this guy who planted it? I really wanna describe a black interrogation and execution in detail...))
Edited by crave22, 27 August 2006 - 06:25 PM.
#3
Posted 27 August 2006 - 07:00 PM
OOC: Bastard! I figured that was it. I was guessing. Well I'll change it damnit. Who has a Union City then?
Bah.
You can find out later. Depends on your security really, but it's going to start adding up as I triple my intelligence expenses by shipping homemade viruses to everyone.
Fixed
Bah.
You can find out later. Depends on your security really, but it's going to start adding up as I triple my intelligence expenses by shipping homemade viruses to everyone.
Fixed
Edited by MSpencer, 27 August 2006 - 07:01 PM.
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