Scellia
10-07-2005, 04:51
It had been a long time since Scellian Intelligence had staged any major missions, ones other then routine intelligence gathering. However today was different, today one of the finest, and most untraceable agents of the Scellian Intelligence Service would try and infiltrate another country. This time the goal of the SIS was not to find out about the military or political nature of, but the intent was to create a new nation.
While no one would accuse the woman who stepped off the ramp of the plane beautiful she was, by no means, bad looking. Shoulder length blond hair framed a tanned Caucasian face, upon which perched a black baseball cap with a foreign team’s logo displayed on the crest. Neither the team nor the woman had anything that marked her as SIS, but that was how all intelligence agencies work. She had starting the job of a professional spy at the precocious age of sixteen where she supplied vital information on a black market child pornography ring operating out of her home country. The arresting agents had been local, so her connection to SIS was invisible and unknown.
The airports was hot and muggy, being far enough inland that it didn’t receive the oceans cooling breezes but close enough to receive the moisture. A fat man with a cherubic red face struggles with an oversized carryon as he tries to maneuver it down the hallway to the airport concourse. Alya, not her real name, has only a small overnight bag with her, and doesn’t have any checked luggage. A few personal items are within the bag along with a few hundred TCU dollars and a wallet with several debit and credit cards. Each credit or debit card is from a foreign front company and the money in the name of a fictional person, as untraceable as Alya.
As she steps into the airport proper she starts towards the security checkpoint, with an oppressive government and a revolt security was even tighter then in any regular nation. However Alya has nothing to fear, she carries nothing illegal nor even suspicious or her or in her bags. Once past security all she had to do was find the Communist Rebel leaders and see if they met with her superiors approval, and then all she had to do was create a new nation.
While no one would accuse the woman who stepped off the ramp of the plane beautiful she was, by no means, bad looking. Shoulder length blond hair framed a tanned Caucasian face, upon which perched a black baseball cap with a foreign team’s logo displayed on the crest. Neither the team nor the woman had anything that marked her as SIS, but that was how all intelligence agencies work. She had starting the job of a professional spy at the precocious age of sixteen where she supplied vital information on a black market child pornography ring operating out of her home country. The arresting agents had been local, so her connection to SIS was invisible and unknown.
The airports was hot and muggy, being far enough inland that it didn’t receive the oceans cooling breezes but close enough to receive the moisture. A fat man with a cherubic red face struggles with an oversized carryon as he tries to maneuver it down the hallway to the airport concourse. Alya, not her real name, has only a small overnight bag with her, and doesn’t have any checked luggage. A few personal items are within the bag along with a few hundred TCU dollars and a wallet with several debit and credit cards. Each credit or debit card is from a foreign front company and the money in the name of a fictional person, as untraceable as Alya.
As she steps into the airport proper she starts towards the security checkpoint, with an oppressive government and a revolt security was even tighter then in any regular nation. However Alya has nothing to fear, she carries nothing illegal nor even suspicious or her or in her bags. Once past security all she had to do was find the Communist Rebel leaders and see if they met with her superiors approval, and then all she had to do was create a new nation.