Post by "Blackbird" on Apr 4, 2015 0:13:38 GMT
Ω BLACKBIRD Ω
...initialising... ... ... ...connection established: IP 64.422.30.1... ...location coordinates: 67.4543883, -30.23112334... ...OCEANIA MANOR, SOUTH PENINSULA, ESPARIA... ...8:33PM, LOCAL TIME... ... ... ...CHANNEL ENCRYPTED... A light chuckle echoed throughout the darkness of the room. Blinking blue characters glimmered on the screen, a flashing light illuminating the curve of a pale grin. Fingers twitched, straining beneath black leather, and moved towards a keyboard. The input screen was beckoning for their little conversation, begging him to let the rhapsody begin. TheBlackbird: Hello there, my dearest Viper. It's been a while since we've spoken. TheBlackbird: I assume by now, you're almost at the specified coordinates. The target, for further information, is one Armande Cirisao. He's a friend of the General, owner of several Esparian front corporations for the government's more illicit activities, and has a number of contacts in Esparian military command in return. TheBlackbird: Armande is throwing himself a little soirée on this lovely evening to celebrate his engagement to third wife-to-be Cristina. She, of course, doesn't know of his darker indulgences in the corporate fields, and the entire evening is shaping up to be something wondrous. That is, of course, until you arrive. TheBlackbird: The perimeter is being patrolled tightly by a series of Esparian infantry personnel. They're not bearing their country's badges, but I assure you, the affiliation is very much there. TheBlackbird: From what I can tell about the party, too, it'll be well-guarded on all four floors on the manor's interior. The ground and and first floor are off-limits to guests, with personnel patrolling there, and there's an expansive cellar, the entrance to which is guarded at all times, anyway. The second and third floors will see most of the party's activities in large, open areas, so will have the illusion of lesser protection, but I wouldn't be surprised if friendly old Armande's set up a few ringers in the crowd for his own protection. TheBlackbird: Blueprints show the construction of a fortified office structure on the very end at the third floor, too, which I imagine Armande might back into if he feels threatened. TheBlackbird: I'm attaching a picture of Armande with this last message. Good luck, Viper. I'll send over the payment when the termination's confirmed as per the client's request. TheBlackbird: - KC The sleek form of a Lamborghini rolled up the manor driveway, pausing a few metres from the gate, almost silent, save for the gravel crunching under its tires. The two guards, garbed in black jackets, black fatigue pants, black boots, black leather gloves, and topped with a black beret, every single piece of clothing unmarked, looked to each other and then to the car, slightly concerned. The pair rose their suppressed MP5 submachine guns as the moonlight danced across boots and barrels. They began to approach the car. |
