Feline
08-02-2004, 20:14
A quarter-kilometer below the ground, an agent of the Feline Intelligence Service (The DOECO, or Department of Espionage and Covert Operations), believed by many analysts to be one of, if not the, largest in the world, lied unconcious inside a cylinder. To the sides of the capsule were four airjet (as in they spray air out of canisters, they don't take it in) thrusters, pushing the capsule along through a hole cut through the earth.
Back at the central headquarters of the DOECO, in a spherical room with platforms levitating with pictures, charts, data, and diagrams projected all on the walls, a cat in a very unassuming suit sat in a chair. He wore a digital badge with the words "Operation Macbeth: Project Director" scrolling across on a thin screen. On another platform, a man in another suit called out. "Director, the agent approaches the border." He pressed a button, and a map, seen as a cut-out of a globe, appeared. Under the surface, a green dot streaked along a line on the map. A large red line ran down. "Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. The border has been crossed." said the man. Another cat on yet another levitating platform thrusted it around to the cat in the center. "Should I begin resuscitation protocal?" The cat on the director's platform nodded. The second cat tapped on a console.
In the capsule, a hypodermic needle extended out from the side, and inserted itself into the agent's neck. A bluish cocktail of stimulants and neural stablizers entered into the agent's body.
"He is being revived. Adjusting atmoshperic mix in pod."
The pod continued on for another few minutes, and the agent's eyes slowly opened and blinked. He tapped a button, sending a message that he was now concious.
"The agent is now concious." said the second cat. The director said, "Tell him his ETA to the insertion location."
A LCD monitor flipped down inside the capsule, and it displayed the ETA. Three minutes, seven seconds.
Two minutes and forty seconds later, the pod took a sharp vertical turn. Twenty-seven seconds later, the pod dug out inside a lavish residence... of the CEO of the Bison's state-owned arms company. The agent had been surgically altered to be identical physically to the CEO, and all he had to do now was to take imprints of his retina and fingerprints, and use a prosthesis kit he had to create covers for his fingers and contact lenses for the retina. He grabbed a handgun common in many countries, but not in Feline, out of a side compartment on the exterior of the pod, and attached a silencer. He was ready. He walked through the house, looking for the CEO. He heard his voice inside a room, rounded the corner, and began to open the door...
Back at the central headquarters of the DOECO, in a spherical room with platforms levitating with pictures, charts, data, and diagrams projected all on the walls, a cat in a very unassuming suit sat in a chair. He wore a digital badge with the words "Operation Macbeth: Project Director" scrolling across on a thin screen. On another platform, a man in another suit called out. "Director, the agent approaches the border." He pressed a button, and a map, seen as a cut-out of a globe, appeared. Under the surface, a green dot streaked along a line on the map. A large red line ran down. "Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. The border has been crossed." said the man. Another cat on yet another levitating platform thrusted it around to the cat in the center. "Should I begin resuscitation protocal?" The cat on the director's platform nodded. The second cat tapped on a console.
In the capsule, a hypodermic needle extended out from the side, and inserted itself into the agent's neck. A bluish cocktail of stimulants and neural stablizers entered into the agent's body.
"He is being revived. Adjusting atmoshperic mix in pod."
The pod continued on for another few minutes, and the agent's eyes slowly opened and blinked. He tapped a button, sending a message that he was now concious.
"The agent is now concious." said the second cat. The director said, "Tell him his ETA to the insertion location."
A LCD monitor flipped down inside the capsule, and it displayed the ETA. Three minutes, seven seconds.
Two minutes and forty seconds later, the pod took a sharp vertical turn. Twenty-seven seconds later, the pod dug out inside a lavish residence... of the CEO of the Bison's state-owned arms company. The agent had been surgically altered to be identical physically to the CEO, and all he had to do now was to take imprints of his retina and fingerprints, and use a prosthesis kit he had to create covers for his fingers and contact lenses for the retina. He grabbed a handgun common in many countries, but not in Feline, out of a side compartment on the exterior of the pod, and attached a silencer. He was ready. He walked through the house, looking for the CEO. He heard his voice inside a room, rounded the corner, and began to open the door...