Automagfreek
25-07-2004, 01:52
The two guards inside were dead, and all that could be heard was the crackle of a keyboard. A small computer screen illuminated the dark room, and sitting in front of it was a man that appeared to be in his early 30's, possibly older, possibly younger. The light on the processor turned green, and the man removed the disk from the drive and placed it in his coat pocket. He removed the cover on tha hard drive and doused it in water, causing it to short out. With the disk in his possession, he had little left to do but make his escape. He stepped over the two corpses near the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was 3:47am, and the halls were barren. He made his way silently to the elevator, but decided to take the stairs. Before he even made his way down the staircase the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed up the stairwell. The SWAT team moved from level to level and cleared out every room, but all that was left was the floor our man was on, the 12th.
He immediatly did an about face and ran down the hallway, trying to muffle his breathing and footsteps as best he could. He decided that he would exit the way he came in, through the window at the end of the hall. The cable that was suspended to the roof of the building was still sitting idely outside the opened window, and he hastily climbed out and scurried upward. As he disappeared from the 12th floor, the SWAT team came running up the stairs, their assult rifles drawn and flashlights on. They cracked open each door and cleared the room within seconds, moving as fast as they could. But they too late, for our man was already ontop of the roof with the disk secure in his grasp. Knowing that the SWAT team was not far behind, he reeled up the cable and dumped it as his feet. He bolted to the other side and looked down, the wind calm and the streets below bare. He carefully climbed over the edge and dropped to the first balcony below. He landed with a slight thud, and as soon as his feet made contact he was already over the edge and onto the next balcony. Downward he decended, until there were no more balconies to drop from. He spotted a drain pipe off the the side that lead straight down, and he wasted no time in grabbing ahold of it. He slid down for some 60 feet and into a dark alley. Police cars were all around him, and there would be no escape above ground. He desperatly searched around for an exit, but the only thing that he found was a manhole.
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1 hour, 24 minutes and 37 seconds later....
Sir, we have a problem.....Our team turned up nothing. Upon hearing such news, a middle aged, well dressed man threw his coffee cup across the room, his security clearance tag shaking on his coat as his temper exploded. Great...absolutly great. I can't believe this.... The name on his tag read Scott Kessler, Director of Covert Operations. The other man in the room was Roger Conte, a miscellaneous peon inside the department. I want satellite imagery from the time our team went in until the time our team left. I want every inch examined, and nothing overlooked. He said with his right hand on his forehead. Roger shifted in his steps ever so slightly, and unconfortable look upon his face. We have sir. He made it onto the roof then decended into an alley on the east side of the building. He went into the sewers and..... The program director rose from his seat and stormed across the room. Of all the inept people in this world, I get the King of Ineptia. Great. Did you do an analysis of the swer systems? Roger shook his head yes, but explained that there were too many possible exits, and there was no way for sure to know where he escaped to.
The director turned to Roger, the expression on his face grim. I want you to find Tony West, and I want his head on my desk. Do you understand me?
The nest day
I have the data. I'll leave it at the post pffice in box number 235 in 4 hours. Once you get the data, put the money in box number 128. Come alone. He then hung up the phone and got into his car. The disk was already in the box, because he was not stupid enough to take a trip there after notifying his contact. He would pick up the money in a few days, but for now it was time for him to relocate. His first score outside the agency was successful, but he had to do things by the books. Surely the agency would anticipate his next moves, because a series of highly classified files were now in the hands of the wrong people. But West did not care, because they made the mistake of screwing him over for the last time. And he would make sure it was the last time, even at the expense of the entire Automagfreek Intelligence Agency.
He immediatly did an about face and ran down the hallway, trying to muffle his breathing and footsteps as best he could. He decided that he would exit the way he came in, through the window at the end of the hall. The cable that was suspended to the roof of the building was still sitting idely outside the opened window, and he hastily climbed out and scurried upward. As he disappeared from the 12th floor, the SWAT team came running up the stairs, their assult rifles drawn and flashlights on. They cracked open each door and cleared the room within seconds, moving as fast as they could. But they too late, for our man was already ontop of the roof with the disk secure in his grasp. Knowing that the SWAT team was not far behind, he reeled up the cable and dumped it as his feet. He bolted to the other side and looked down, the wind calm and the streets below bare. He carefully climbed over the edge and dropped to the first balcony below. He landed with a slight thud, and as soon as his feet made contact he was already over the edge and onto the next balcony. Downward he decended, until there were no more balconies to drop from. He spotted a drain pipe off the the side that lead straight down, and he wasted no time in grabbing ahold of it. He slid down for some 60 feet and into a dark alley. Police cars were all around him, and there would be no escape above ground. He desperatly searched around for an exit, but the only thing that he found was a manhole.
***
1 hour, 24 minutes and 37 seconds later....
Sir, we have a problem.....Our team turned up nothing. Upon hearing such news, a middle aged, well dressed man threw his coffee cup across the room, his security clearance tag shaking on his coat as his temper exploded. Great...absolutly great. I can't believe this.... The name on his tag read Scott Kessler, Director of Covert Operations. The other man in the room was Roger Conte, a miscellaneous peon inside the department. I want satellite imagery from the time our team went in until the time our team left. I want every inch examined, and nothing overlooked. He said with his right hand on his forehead. Roger shifted in his steps ever so slightly, and unconfortable look upon his face. We have sir. He made it onto the roof then decended into an alley on the east side of the building. He went into the sewers and..... The program director rose from his seat and stormed across the room. Of all the inept people in this world, I get the King of Ineptia. Great. Did you do an analysis of the swer systems? Roger shook his head yes, but explained that there were too many possible exits, and there was no way for sure to know where he escaped to.
The director turned to Roger, the expression on his face grim. I want you to find Tony West, and I want his head on my desk. Do you understand me?
The nest day
I have the data. I'll leave it at the post pffice in box number 235 in 4 hours. Once you get the data, put the money in box number 128. Come alone. He then hung up the phone and got into his car. The disk was already in the box, because he was not stupid enough to take a trip there after notifying his contact. He would pick up the money in a few days, but for now it was time for him to relocate. His first score outside the agency was successful, but he had to do things by the books. Surely the agency would anticipate his next moves, because a series of highly classified files were now in the hands of the wrong people. But West did not care, because they made the mistake of screwing him over for the last time. And he would make sure it was the last time, even at the expense of the entire Automagfreek Intelligence Agency.