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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 11:19:46 GMT
The city of Domavad, the huge dome-encased metropolis, with its hundreds of millions of citizens goes about it daily business. Late into the day many of the honest citizens are retiring for the even, the streets are however still busy with those out late running errands or burning the midnight oil.
Zachery done with his mundane 9-5 for the day and with his gym time at a end heads back to his apartment not to far from the center of the city, where all the building are a minimum of 50 stories tall, though many are twice that. The many building are constructed from brick and glass and most are adorned with various company logos or advertisements. Reaching his apartment building Zachery takes the elevator to the 14th floor where he resides. Inside his apartment he notices his computer screen comes on, a notification of an email flashes, and at the same time his phone bleeps announcing an email has been received.
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 11:30:54 GMT
Priorities firmly in place Zachery swings by the bathroom sink where he left yesterdays pizza, fermented just the way he likes it, settles into his spinny chair and kicks himself across the room, gliding to his rig where he pops his phone in its cradle and opens his email, loading up his favored MMO in the background ready to jack in after checking out this incoming message.
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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 11:38:00 GMT
Zachery opening the email you notice it is from AgentCoop.
"Zarm, I agree we must meet. Tonight. I have information that is too sensitive for email communication."
(AgentCoop, the information you have is that of a top secret facility built underneath Domavads reactor. You have learned that many experiments take place within the facility and that news has come to you through your contacts and your own spying that a particularly dangerous biological experiment is to be conducted tonight, you are unsure as to the exact nature, but you know that its scheduled to begin before midnight)
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 12:07:48 GMT
"Well well Cooper... Bout time..."
Looking out the blinds and checking the daylight situation Zack closes his MMO.
"Priorities..." he says to himself as he composes an email while checking subway timetables, picking a train that covers the largest route or, if I can determine/have determined his IP (Craft: Computing), that covers the distance between our two zones and back again, I copy paste the timetable into the email, appending appending with:
"Second car from the back, look for the smiley face, wear something red."
I then encrypt by whatever means we have been to date, change into my big winking smiley face T-shirt, grab phone, bag and coat and head straight back out the door, heading for the subway.
En route I text my A.N.G.E.L. contact with:
'DD4B4MI'
(Dead drop 4, before midnight, Important.)
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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 12:20:33 GMT
Looking through your blinds you see that it is still bright outside, only being around 7.30pm.
Unable to determine the exact location the email was sent from, due to the number of proxies in use but with a small enough area to work with, and with subway times and the appropriate route, Line 4, in mind you change and leave towards the closest subway entrance to you, a mere 10 minute walk, not far from your gym.
On route, your phone bleeps again this time with a text.
"KI"
(Keep Informed)
As you round the last corner, you see before you the stairs leading down to the subway, as ever people are coming and going from the subway entrance. It occurs to you that while down in the subway you will not have signal on your phone.
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 13:16:51 GMT
"Bitchin." He murmurs to himself as he meanders to the subway station, getting a coffee and settling into the waiting lounge as n when if available, he plays on his phone cribbing local WiFi waiting for the first train of its type to arrive after sundown, periodically checking the net for news and, if he has it, listening to police radio, using his data jack for audio, not diving.
When his train arrives he waits till the last possible moment to dart onboard incase of a tail and settles in, waiting for his mark, eyes peeled.
(Take ten spot n listen)
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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 13:30:43 GMT
Getting your coffee and taking a seat you connect your phone to the subways WiFi, an open network with no security.
The Line 4 train runs every half an hour all day everyday, like most of the trains in the city.
With no view to the outside world, your not sure when the sunset is due however a quick search on the net tells you sunset is around 10.45, meaning you have about 3 hours to wait.
As the time passes you see many people from all walks of life come and go, many wearing suits and carrying breifcases; clearly buisness people, others meeting with friends and family and a few clearly dodgy looking deals going down as you see small packages passed, somewhat discreetly, between the cities youths.
Checking you timetable you note that the first train after sunset is due at 10.55, and as it pulls into the station you watch as many people depart and others rush to get on to the train. With a leisurely stroll over to the second carriage of the train you hop on just as the door begins to close, looking back to the platform as you do you see know one looking suspicious or paying any attention to you. Taking out your phone again, you connect to the trains WiFi, again an open network with no security.
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 13:43:13 GMT
Zack settles in with cat videos and videogame stream channels, innocuously fiddling and keeping half his shirt visible under his coat, eyes pealed for people wearing something red.
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Post by Bodvarsson on Jul 18, 2016 14:43:30 GMT
Issac leans back in huge office chair in the middle of his farther's luxurious office. He slips three precious sheets of paper into a leather wallet and places the package in his briefcase.
Issac checks the location of the nearest subway station. It's about 3 miles away so he pops on a red shirt leaving the top two buttons undone to reveal a mat of curly black hairs. He checks his gun is fully loaded and ready before exiting the large empty house with a lingering glance.
He drives to the station, parks and pays for a ticket then hops onto line 4 (or the train that will take him to be appropriate stop to get the right line). He sits on the back carriage with his shades on examine the other passengers and looking for a smiley face, whatever that meant... All these passengers were gloomy as hell. One woman a carriage down was audibly crying for gods sake. This guy would stand out like a sore thumb with a giant grin on his face.
He picks up the paper on the seat beside him flicks through it and settles on the crossword.
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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 16:18:33 GMT
Agent Coop on your drive through from your luxurious house on the outskirts of town, in the upmarket residential area, all the houses here are 2 story detached houses varying a little in size, with a line of trees on either side of the road largely blocking the view of the houses.
The subway station although only 3 miles away does take almost half an hour to drive to thanks in part to roadworks but also some of the rush hour traffic still lingers.
This particular subway station has a small above ground car park offering free car parking. From the car park its a short walk towards the subways entrance, decending the stairs you see the usual mix of people rushing about on their daily buisness.
Heading into the station and directly for the platform, waiting a bout 15 minutes and taking the 8.25 train.
You sit watching passengers embark and disembark, riding the train for a full 2 and a half hours (a line that only 50 minutes to complete its route)
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 18:34:50 GMT
Zack stays on the lookout, anyone new who enters his carriage wearing red and sits down elicits a subtle scratch of his chest, opening up his coat revealing the design.
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Post by DM on Jul 18, 2016 20:48:12 GMT
Isaac sitting in the last carriage of the train, you see all sorts of people coming and going and even though you've been sat on the train for almost 3 full cycles no one even bats an eyelid.
At around 10.55pm at a station somewhere within the the business district you see a man dressed all in black with a long coat, underneath which you catch the briefest glimpse of a winking smiley face.
Zachery as you boarded the train from the last carriage you see a gentlemen in a black suit, a briefcase on the seat next to him, you notice that he's wearing a red shirt. As you continue to the second carriage to find a seat.
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Post by Zack on Jul 18, 2016 20:57:15 GMT
I wait for up to fifteen minutes after settling in, if nobody approaches me and/or nobody else in red settles into the carriage I head to the rear carriage and sit opposite the fellow in red when the next wave of entrances and departures occur.
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Post by DM on Jul 19, 2016 10:58:41 GMT
15 minutes pass and you see no other people wearing red clothing.
A few minutes later the train pulls into a station and as people are coming and going you slip into the seat opposite the gentlemen in the red shirt.
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Post by Zack on Jul 19, 2016 11:02:14 GMT
At the next change I move to the rear carriage and sit down opposite, fiddling with the back of my phone case.
I look disgruntled and proclaim quietly to myself when the train starts moving again:
"Damn this phone case, I need to see my Cooper again, he is so inaccurate..."
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