NationStates Jolt Archive

Alderman was an expert at what he did. For the past few months, as tension between The Wolf Hold and Parilisa had grown, he had been working undercover at one of the Holdian Research and Development facilities. An expert in military intelligence, he had been constantly relaying top secret information to his superiors in Parilisa for a while. All the messages had been basically untraceable, however; he had sent them in code along a secure internet connection and immediately destroyed each computer he had used. The cost of all the incinerated computers and new internet connections had been great, but the government were paying for that. Anonymously, of course.

His name was not Robert Alderman here. He was Benjamin Bearer; his passport said it, his drivers licence said it, his falsified birth certificate and all the other documents said it. There was little resemblance between Bearer and Alderman; Alderman was a balding, blue-eyed man with thin eyebrows, Bearer sported a head of red hair, dark, devious eyes and bushy black eyebrows which jutted out above his pale face. It was wonderful what the Parilisan Special Operations Department could do to your identity. In his head he had almost convinced himself that he was Bearer, a weapons expert from Nachmere, not the Parilisan spy.

Saying good morning to the staff he had got to know at the Fang’s R&D Department, he entered the building and headed to the department which he, as a worker for NPS had been assigned to. On his way the miniscule camera he had carefully installed into his name badge was taking hundreds of photographs a minute and storing them in a tiny chip which he could later plug into a laptop. Alderman-Bearer was a genius.

The R&D department of The Fang Military Capital was an underground complex that consisted of three main sections surrounding a central one. Of the three sections one was a testing division with extensive blast rooms, firing ranges and other facilities for testing any and everything that the tech heads could come up with. The second section, the smallest of the three, was the design department, were all the specialist designers, engineers and anyone else who thought they could design weapons gathered, whilst it churned out designs by the day most of them were scrapped before they even reached the initial test construction in the third section. The third section, the largest was the fabrication and construction department, any designs that managed to pass the every increasing scrutiny of the design board was sent to this section to be constructed and then passed on to the testing department via the rail link that connected the three outer sections. The central section was the command centre, from here was the only entrance and exit elevators, also the security and medical facilities were contained inside this central section.

((OOC: Parilisa just place your next post in one of the four sections))

Third Section, R&D, The Fang

Bearer entered the department and immediately went to the small office with the computer, where he worked on analysing the final stages of designs. The computer was already on and, taking care that no one was watching, he quickly downloaded a copy of all the updates and schemes on the computer to a data storing device concealed in the top of an expensive looking fountain pen.

His trail was almost untraceable; his existence so perfectly fabricated that he would find it hard himself to prove the Ben Bearer did not exist. Records here and in Nachmere had been edited through complex system hacks, and the wealth of fake records was shocking. He had even been assigned a fake family back in Nachmere, a family of people who felt no love of their own nation or the Wolf Hold, and who wished to help the actions of Parilisa. They knew nothing other than that if asked whether their son Ben Bearer existed, they must reply that he did. They had been given several fake records which had them persuaded that he did indeed exist.

The web of cunning deceptions was without flaw, and Bearer could happily continue with his work in the knowledge that no mistake had been made in guarding his back.