ESPION - the game of spies

[DEFCON 1]

Donovan runs an appraising eye over his urban assault and covert ops specialists as he walks up towards them at the counter.

'Carl... Elzbieta...'

He reaches around them and grabs himself a paper cup and begins preparing his own cup of java. As he squeezes the top of the decanter... sending a steady stream of steaming coffee into his cup... both agents notice that he is in fact still looking at them out of the corner of his eye, despite supposedily concentrating on the coffee.

'I am very good, thank you. Elzbieta, if you could please finish that report by the end of the day tomorrow, that would be excellent. I need to have clean plate for Thursday.'

He turns his head to look her in the eye... and if there's one thing folks have learned in their time here, it's than when St. Claire is actually looking straight at you is when he's the most serious of all. Otherwise, his eyes would be wandering all around, taking everything in. Elz nods quickly in answer to his request, and his yes then swing to connect with Archer's.

'And Carl... do me a favor and concentrate your reading on what's been happening in Italy. The government's been having some difficulties. Thanks.'

Satisfied that his messages were relayed and understood, he gathers up his cup and begins walking back out of the commisary and to the elevators. As he passes by Jason, he doesn't turn to look at him, but does say out loud as he passes...

'Jason, check with your sources in Rome if you could, please? I need dirt.'

And with that... he continues on to the elevators.

 

[Bobitron]

'Elzbieta, if you could please finish that report by the end of the day tomorrow, that would be excellent. I need to have clean plate for Thursday.'

Elz nods quickly in answer to his request. "Actually, sir, I just finished. I emailed you a moment ago. It will probably be in your inbox upon your return. I will get a hard copy on your desk as soon as possible." She looks at him inquiringly. "Would you like me to assist one of the others?"

 

[Tonguez]

Coming out of the elevators Marcus is slightly taken aback as he sees St Claire coming his way. 'No he's heading for his private lift' Marcus breaths out in releif and then regaining his composure gives an irreverant grin

"G'day boss" he says making sure not to look the other man directly in the eye "we can definately confirm that those old monastary buildings are sitting on top of some kind of bunker, but so far I haven't been able to find an entrance. The MT's indicated that there's something there, deep, but its hard to say what with the mountain in the way" he grins at his own droll humour
"anyway I'm just going to get coffee, have a good day sir"

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

How does he do that? Sighing, Jason let out a quick, "Yes, sir." He stood up and went to the juice machine again. He chose apple juice this time. It was going to be a long day and he was going to have to call in a favor or three. So much for his next project.

Opening his office door, Jason folded up the schematics, notes and documents that decorated his entire desk. Now able to see the wood underneath, he rubbed his first finger over the center. In moments, a panel slid aside and a digital rolodex appeared. At the same time, Jason fired up his tracing program. Then he opened another application, one which killed the original trace and added a looptrace. His sources were his own and he didn't want to lose them. Jason picked up the phone when the light went green.

A voice answered the other line. "Si?"

"Beautiful day in Venice, isn't it?"

"What the hell do you want, you son of a...?"

"Be quiet and listen for a second. I got fifty G's says you know some stuff that's been going down in Home Town."

"That's major lira man, you good for it?"

"Aren't I always? Same setup. You get me the info, I'll get you the cash. Get me something good, I'll send you a present."

"Like the last time?"

"Not my fault. Your people couldn't smell a setup if it was shoved in their faces. We have a deal?"

"Yeah sure. What do you need?"

"The usual. General activity levels, any lucrative business opportunities, things like that."

"You got it. When do you want it?"

"Sooner the better. Preferrably before Thursday morning."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Make it happen, or I find a new you. Capice?"

"I got it." The fear in the other man's voice changed it's tone. "Listen, I will tell you this up front. Some of the dons have been making major close downs. No activity for a while. Lots of hush hush. Be careful, whatever you're doing man."

"I appreciate the sentiments. Thursday morning."

Jason hung up the phone with another sigh. Paging through his directory, he dialed another number. This process continued until his rounds were made. Three Mafia contacts, two Russian Mafia contacts and a fence named Race. Hopefully, between the six of them, they would find whatever it was St. Claire was looking for. Sitting back in his chair two hours later, Jason drained his apple juice. Now it was time to play the waiting game. Now where is that damned new Eyes Only BS I got from London?

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Okaly dokaly, sir," Carl responds.

The usefulness of newspapers really depended on the relationship between a country's government and it's media. The Italian newspapers he had would have some information, but he wanted to cross-reference it with internet sources just to be sure.

Elz nods quickly in answer to the Director's request. "Actually, sir, I just finished. I emailed you a moment ago. It will probably be in your inbox upon your return. I will get a hard copy on your desk as soon as possible." She looks at him inquiringly. "Would you like me to assist one of the others?"

Hmm, would I need help? Probably not, some reading and google-fu aren't that much of task.

After replying to Elz and getting his coffee St. Claire started off to his next destination, talking to Paquin and Rewi on the way. Carl looked down at the fresh cup of coffee in his hand, and pondered whether putting a marshmellow in it would do any good.

"Well then, back to the papers for me. Wish me luck," he said to Elz, and took his leave, giving Jason and Marcus respectful nods on his way out.

On arriving back at his office Carl sifted through a stack of newspapers, and put the Italian ones to one side. He booted up his notebook, and got to work.

 

[Tonguez]

"What do you know about that guy" Marcus asked Elz as he surreptiously mixed himself a faux-mochacinno "Archer."

He finds a comfortable bench to lean against and sips. Looking over at Elz he gives a cheeky grin before continuing "and whats St Claire got you doing today?"

 

[Bobitron]

"What do you know about that guy" Marcus asked Elz as he surreptiously mixed himself a faux-mochacinno "Archer."

"Carl? No too much, I guess. He's Aussie, obviously. He's been doing this sort of thing for a while now. He was involved in some unpleasantness in China a while back, ruined that career path. Remember that bombing in Bejing about a year and a half ago?" Elz nodded sagely. "Something to do with that. Not sure what he is doing here. I'm sure St. Claire has plans for him. I think he's a pretty amazing deep cover operative, with disguises and everything."

He finds a comfortable bench to lean against and sips. Looking over at Elz he gives a cheeky grin before continuing "and whats St Claire got you doing today?"

Elz smiles back at the Kiwi. "Been stuck doing a write-up on that op in the Czeck Republic. Went pretty well, actually, but I think St. Claire wants to see how I handled the details. Not my normal mission. GROM used me more for things I can shoot at." she said with a barely noticable wink.

 

[Festy_Dog]

ooc: Bobitron, Marcus isn't American. He's a New Zealander in his mid thirties.

 

[Bobitron]

ooc: Bobitron, Marcus isn't American. He's a New Zealander in his mid thirties.

ooc: Sorry about that. Mixed him up w/ Jason.

 

[Tonguez]

When Elz mentions China Marcus can't help but swallow to keep himself from spitting up the coffee in his mouth, it stings as it goes down his throat but he tries not to be too obvious. He continues listening his memories coming back.

Elz smiles back at the Kiwi. "Been stuck doing a write-up on that op in the Czeck Republic. Went pretty well, actually, but I think St. Claire wants to see how I handled the details. Not my normal mission. GROM used me more for things I can shoot at." she said with a barely noticable wink.

With the change of subject Marcus relaxes and even gives a chuckle in response to Elz drollery "yeah I bet" he grins "unfortunately Espion likes paper work; and St Claire is gonna make sure we cross the i's and dot the t's. But at least we have cool toys to play with right? If only I could get them to do what I wanted"


ooc your forgiven