Delta Green
11-09-2005, 07:02
Mr. Glass looked at his watch. It wouldn't be long. He looked out over the sprawling metropolis, darkened by the setting sun in the distance. Clouds hung over the dark city, which seemed to devour the sky, its refuse floating up and poisoning the purple and pink clouds into a sickly green. A green tint. It was strange, it was all a surreal picture, as the sky reflected the diseased metropolis below. The insignificant ants following their orders. In the bigger picture, there was nothing. It was all the horrid, horrid world of normalcy. To one who has soonb the side of unreality, one quickly realized that horror only existed in reality. Outside of it, only insanity's gasp, its theft of innocence awaited you. To live in the grips of horror, innocent as the sheep below, would be a blessing to the cold stark unreality that awaited those who did not chose the act, but rather, were pulled into it unwillingly by their mortal coil.
Glass was satisfied with his soliloquy. He summed it up quite well, did he not. He sighed. Bureacracy was the definition of reality, rigid, without exceptions, and when their were, true horrors seeped in from unreality. It was important to rememeber than lies and truth were seperate from reality and unreality. Glass was a many of these soliloquys. Because he was forced to walk the line constantly between deception, truth, real, unreal. It was much a blur to him. Frankly, he was dissatisfied with all. And he continued to be dissatisfied even while sitting on the fence. But dissatisfaction was universal.
The lift stopped, and he turned to the open door, entering the pristine gray corridor, walking across the tilded floor. The black suit seemed customary, straightening his black tie which was greatly coordinated. He clutched the heavy briefcase at his side, as he went down through the winding corridors. It was quite effing boring, in his opinion. They made it so hard to reach a single location. The Ministry was constructed that way. You would reach your destination. It would just take one hell of a walk. Then again, lacking proper aerobics plans, it did allow Mr. Glass to skip his usual daily constitutional. He hating the choking feeling of the city air, the every present stain of smog that hung at the lower parts of the city, a gray mist and mask of death. No wonder why the Upper Caste chose to live in the arcologies.
He reached the second lift. He sighed. Taking the personal lit to the top office, it was only a single floor up, meaning that he barely had time to blink before he walked forward, into the dimly lit office, no windows, simple a holographic image of the Delta Trinity, the symbol of the Organization. Mr. Glass nodded, and placed the briefcase on the desk, opening it. Amusingly, there was simply an elaborate holder for a single box, the size of a cigar case. Opening it, Glass removed the microdisc from its safe place, and placed it into the holograph projector. Pressing the button, he closed the briefcase and looked to what was being shown. There was a silence, as images of the prototypes systemically eliminate each man in each room, until it was fully secure. Glass looked to the shadowy outline the figure.
"Director. We have a problem."
"I am well aware of this, Glass."
"The uprising has been put in the hands of Fetton. During the testing process, the instability of the subject most have.."
"We cannot blame this on human nature, Glass. It is not the work of the Mi-Go, as well. It is the work, of something new. Something that we must seek. That is our duty. We seek out Unreality, and neutralize it. Reality must prevail."
Glass was silent, and nodded. "What is the intended course of action?"
The figure grinned visible, as he leaned backwards. "We let others do the dirty work for us."
Glass was left speechless, shocked. "Director! Are you serious? This was a top secret project, our own men can handle it." The figure laughed. "And well they shall. We cannot risk, however, dealing with these Entities as of yet. A neutral force. Exposure. This works directly into our plans. Or rather, my plan." Glass was silent, and nodded. "I will do as you wish Director."
____________________
The intelligence was quickly gathered. One connection went to the other. It became a web. As one person was contacted, ten other were contacted in suit, until the basis of a network was created. As soon as the foundations were laid, the message was given.
ENCRYPTION HYPERBOREAN
CLASSIFIED: 2B-Grigori
SUBJECT: A Proposition
SENDER: Alphonse
RECIPIENTS: Global Intelligence Network (FWD: Individual NationStates
Intelligence Agencies and Special Forces)
BODY: I come to each of you with an opportunity for a great profit.
This was meant to entice you into reading this proposition. To begin, I will tell
you that there is a great sum of financial gain to be involved. A considerable
sum of money, one billion dollars, will be offered and divided in accordance to
the Ministry among those who participate and contribute to the object of this
proposition. Further, you gain limited access to our intelligence, creating
framework to build future cooperation in our intelligence networks to promote
freedom of information. This would also preclude with diplomatic, military, and
economic opportunities within the confines of the Incorporated States.
Now that I have given you the most important part of this proposition, we
shall gain to the exact specifications. We require specifically the most trained
individuals to handle an extremely delicate situation within our nation. During
advanced parapsychological and genetic experimentation in the interests of
reducing human casualties in wartime and increasing efficiency of armed
forces, we suffered under an anomaly that caused an uprising. A complete
battalion of these prototypes have secured a military installation at the heart
of the Kyklos, the heart of our Incorporated States. This is a severe security
infraction.
The reason that we will not be handling this internally is because we suspect
a foreign entity's influence in this affair. A neutral actor would work best, and
in fact, an operation of multiple actors would allow for us to completely take
the entity by surprise, and bring down this anomaly and security breach.
While the specifics of the mission cannot be safely given without violating
protocol of information sharing, we will adequately supply operatives who
answer this proposition with all the necessary information, which means
everything we know. We need operatives who can take care of this covertly,
without alerting those responsible, and effectively behead the snake we are
fighting.
I thank you for your interest.
Alphonse
Glass was satisfied with his soliloquy. He summed it up quite well, did he not. He sighed. Bureacracy was the definition of reality, rigid, without exceptions, and when their were, true horrors seeped in from unreality. It was important to rememeber than lies and truth were seperate from reality and unreality. Glass was a many of these soliloquys. Because he was forced to walk the line constantly between deception, truth, real, unreal. It was much a blur to him. Frankly, he was dissatisfied with all. And he continued to be dissatisfied even while sitting on the fence. But dissatisfaction was universal.
The lift stopped, and he turned to the open door, entering the pristine gray corridor, walking across the tilded floor. The black suit seemed customary, straightening his black tie which was greatly coordinated. He clutched the heavy briefcase at his side, as he went down through the winding corridors. It was quite effing boring, in his opinion. They made it so hard to reach a single location. The Ministry was constructed that way. You would reach your destination. It would just take one hell of a walk. Then again, lacking proper aerobics plans, it did allow Mr. Glass to skip his usual daily constitutional. He hating the choking feeling of the city air, the every present stain of smog that hung at the lower parts of the city, a gray mist and mask of death. No wonder why the Upper Caste chose to live in the arcologies.
He reached the second lift. He sighed. Taking the personal lit to the top office, it was only a single floor up, meaning that he barely had time to blink before he walked forward, into the dimly lit office, no windows, simple a holographic image of the Delta Trinity, the symbol of the Organization. Mr. Glass nodded, and placed the briefcase on the desk, opening it. Amusingly, there was simply an elaborate holder for a single box, the size of a cigar case. Opening it, Glass removed the microdisc from its safe place, and placed it into the holograph projector. Pressing the button, he closed the briefcase and looked to what was being shown. There was a silence, as images of the prototypes systemically eliminate each man in each room, until it was fully secure. Glass looked to the shadowy outline the figure.
"Director. We have a problem."
"I am well aware of this, Glass."
"The uprising has been put in the hands of Fetton. During the testing process, the instability of the subject most have.."
"We cannot blame this on human nature, Glass. It is not the work of the Mi-Go, as well. It is the work, of something new. Something that we must seek. That is our duty. We seek out Unreality, and neutralize it. Reality must prevail."
Glass was silent, and nodded. "What is the intended course of action?"
The figure grinned visible, as he leaned backwards. "We let others do the dirty work for us."
Glass was left speechless, shocked. "Director! Are you serious? This was a top secret project, our own men can handle it." The figure laughed. "And well they shall. We cannot risk, however, dealing with these Entities as of yet. A neutral force. Exposure. This works directly into our plans. Or rather, my plan." Glass was silent, and nodded. "I will do as you wish Director."
____________________
The intelligence was quickly gathered. One connection went to the other. It became a web. As one person was contacted, ten other were contacted in suit, until the basis of a network was created. As soon as the foundations were laid, the message was given.
ENCRYPTION HYPERBOREAN
CLASSIFIED: 2B-Grigori
SUBJECT: A Proposition
SENDER: Alphonse
RECIPIENTS: Global Intelligence Network (FWD: Individual NationStates
Intelligence Agencies and Special Forces)
BODY: I come to each of you with an opportunity for a great profit.
This was meant to entice you into reading this proposition. To begin, I will tell
you that there is a great sum of financial gain to be involved. A considerable
sum of money, one billion dollars, will be offered and divided in accordance to
the Ministry among those who participate and contribute to the object of this
proposition. Further, you gain limited access to our intelligence, creating
framework to build future cooperation in our intelligence networks to promote
freedom of information. This would also preclude with diplomatic, military, and
economic opportunities within the confines of the Incorporated States.
Now that I have given you the most important part of this proposition, we
shall gain to the exact specifications. We require specifically the most trained
individuals to handle an extremely delicate situation within our nation. During
advanced parapsychological and genetic experimentation in the interests of
reducing human casualties in wartime and increasing efficiency of armed
forces, we suffered under an anomaly that caused an uprising. A complete
battalion of these prototypes have secured a military installation at the heart
of the Kyklos, the heart of our Incorporated States. This is a severe security
infraction.
The reason that we will not be handling this internally is because we suspect
a foreign entity's influence in this affair. A neutral actor would work best, and
in fact, an operation of multiple actors would allow for us to completely take
the entity by surprise, and bring down this anomaly and security breach.
While the specifics of the mission cannot be safely given without violating
protocol of information sharing, we will adequately supply operatives who
answer this proposition with all the necessary information, which means
everything we know. We need operatives who can take care of this covertly,
without alerting those responsible, and effectively behead the snake we are
fighting.
I thank you for your interest.
Alphonse