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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shadowbloodmoon" data-source="post: 2206963" data-attributes="member: 9986">Jason nearly jumped when his console beeped, letting him know a message had been received. He had been busy looking over the London report on a new submarine that was designed specifically to their MI6 agents' exacting specifications. It was supposed to be quieter than the ocean itself, barely passing a whisper on the decibal scales. It had a waterjet propulsion system, similar to water tractor technology from previous eras, used on such classes as the American Seawolf or the Russian Typhoon. However, bleeding edge technology has enabled the Brits, probably through joint work with the Americans, to develop one that uses the water pressure itself to drive the machine, a sort of piezocrystal power supply with few moving parts. In theory it would work, but Jason wondered how the field tests would go. Shaking his head, Agent Paquin looked up at his screen. The message desribed a meeting to occur on Thursday afternoon, plenty of time for his contacts to get back to him. He was getting ready to get up and stretch a bit, possibly get something to drink again when he glanced at the clock. It was almost end-of-the-workday time, at least for most office workers. Jason would probably be here later in the evening, going over the plans for this new sub, or the American's new stealth bomber, or some other fancy new toy the world's killer scientists came up with. No, I think I'll go home tonight. After I work out. I need a break for a bit.Beepbeepdabeep. Beepbeepdabeep. "Son of a.... Jason speaking.""Jay, it's Race. I know you gave a me a few days, but this is big. Hell, it's probably already too late." The voice on the other end sounded as if it was coming from a blender set on frappe."Race, I told you never to call me on my cell. Do you remember that conversation?""I'm sorry bossman, but this can't wait. Besides, by now, anyone we're worried about knowing, already knows.""Then spill it already.""Jay, there's been a lot of activity in the European sector as far as bang-bang goes. Mostly centered around the Romas, if you know what I mean. You know as well as I do they usually use their own guys to get that stuff, but this time, almost all of them are opting for thirdhand stuff.""Get to the point, Race. Wait a minute." If they want stuff that can't be traced back to them, they want something to go down that they won't be recognized for. That's not normal. "Race, whatever is going down is got to be big. Normally the boys like their handiwork recognized, but there's something they want hidden and if all of them are in on it.... Race, get the hell out of there, and fast. As soon as I get word of what's going on, I'll let you know, but whatever it is, it isn't going to be pretty. If they know you talked, you're done. Get home as fast as you can and lay low for a while. I'll see what I can do from here." Jason clicked off the phone. This can't be good. Whatever these boys are trying to do, it's in concert and they want it hidden. I hope what Antony gets me is good. And I hope it's not too late.Jason rolled up the files on his desk, opened the securibox and placed the documents inside. Voice locking it, he gathered his raincoat, placed it over his shoulders and started to leave, closing his office door and locking it.</blockquote>

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