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The Manhattan asignment - Mister_X - 01-10-2014
Friday 10.01. 821. A.S.
Junior Agent Ian Cromwell of the Bretonian Intelligence Service, MI5 department, arrived on planet Manhattan to take over his new asignment at Her Majesty's Royal Embasy on Manhattan... Cromwell was a young agent, newly joined the agency from the Academy...He was looking forward to this asignment, mainly because his younger sister was a law student here, and he could keep an eye on her....What he did not realise was that this job did was not all about making sure the Ambasador was secure, it had a darker side to it, which he would soon find out....
Few hours after he was all settled in and briefed about his asignments, he go a call directly from the BIS Headquarters on New London, coming in on a BIS secure channel..."Hm I wonder what this could be about", he said opening the comm in his room....The message contained the following:
"Greetings agent, we have an important mission for you...One of the Cabinet ministers is attending a party at a gentlemen's club on Manhattan...We found out this party involves certain activities not befitting a man of his position, such as prostitutes and cardamine...You task is to make sure none of this leaks out to public....If it did, it would cause a huge scandal, and potentialy strain our relations with Liberty...Your task is to make sure nobody learns about this...We are counting on you agent....
Location: New Bronx Gentlemen's Club, Sector 53, Manhattan...
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Cromwell read the adress and watched as the counter reched 0 and the message got auto deleted...
"Hm, I should have figured this asignment wasn't going to be easy, it never is in the Agency...."
He got to his closet and picked out some casual street outfit to try and blend in as much as possible, went out of the embasy grounds, walked a few blocks and caught a cab...
"Evenin' there", said the driver as he sat in..."Good evening", said Cromwell..."You're not from around here are you", said the driver....."Pardon me?", the cab driver smiled, "your accent, you're Bretonian, aren't you?"..."Indeed I am, um, to the Sector 53 please, the New Bronx Gentleman's Club"...The driver started driving, "Boy, you sure know were to go to get some fun, but you don't look like the type who would be allowed into such places, it's just a bunch of corrupted ol' politicians and rich folks. Now I know this strip club down at 23rd, the girls there will....", before he finished his sentence Cromwell interrupted, "I have a friend who invited me there, I am sure that place is great but get me to the Club please"..."Alright, our loss"....
The taxi pulled over by a huge villa...The place did not look like any sort of a club..The only thing out of the ordinary were two guards in suits at the front entrance..."That will be 30 credits", said the driver...Cromwell paid and got out...
He went around the building, across a concrete wall, and near one of the windows that was opened...It lead to the kitchen.... He made sure nobody was around and got in, trying to be as silent as possible... As soon as he was inside, he took of the clothes he was waering and beneath it was a tuxedo... As he was getting out of the room, he stumbled on one of the maids..."Pardon me I was looking for the bathroom", he said..."It's the second door on the right", said the woman, not suspecting anything....
Cromwell, went down the hall and saw the main room where most of the guests were...As he went in, he saw the room almost crowded by people... By the looks of it, most of them were rich and in some way important... He scanned the room with his eyes and quickly saw the Minister, surrounded by 2 of his bodyguards...He was talking to one of the girls, stood up and went up the stairs with here...As they went up, he aproached the bodyguards...."Hold it right there, this table is off limits", said one of them...."Excuse me, I need to talk to you about something", he told to the guard that stoped him..."What is it?"...He leaned over to the slightly suspicious man and whispered: "I'm with the MI5, we need to talk, it's important, walk with me and try not to look suspicious"...As soon as the man heard MI5, he felt chills go through his spine..."Yes, over here please", he said, trying to follow the agent's instructions..."Stay here I'll be right back", he told the other guard...They walked out of the room..."Forgive my curiousity, but what's the MI5 doing here? This is a private event?"...."We learned what was going on at this event, I was sent here to make sure nobody leaks any information about this to the press...Do you have any idea what would happen if the word got out, our minister is doing these sort of things? Even cardamine? Now I am going to look around, you stay on your guard for anyone looking to curious and do not mention a word of this conversation, or me to anyone, not even the Minister, understood?"..."Yes, Sir, my lips are sealed, I'll keep an eye out"..."Good, now go back to your post"....
Cromwell went back to the room, took a glass of champagne from one of the waiters and walked around the room...
//to be continued.....
RE: The Manhattan asignment - Mister_X - 01-11-2014
Cromwell was walking around the room looking for anyone who might seem a bit more interested about the people around, than usual...There were small groups of people drinking and talking everywhere, some were being entertained by girls...The bodyguard went back to his post and resumed his duty of waiting for the Minster to finish his business... Suddenly, Cromwell noticed a young lady, dressed in a maids uniform, walking and looking around almost as if she lost something important...
His attention immediately went to her... She looked a bit nervous, every now and then carefully tapping her wrist... She was going around all the tables, and was, every now and then diverting her eyes to the stairs leading to the second floor, where the Minister went 10 minutes ago.... It didn't take long for Cromwell to figure out what was going on...
He approached the bodyguard and said: ... A"Make sure to take the Minister back to the embassy, as soon as he is done here!"... As he turned around to look for the woman again, he noticed her slipping out towards the exit... He followed...As soon as they were out of the villa's yard, he ran towards her saying: "Miss, one moment please!"...
The woman turned around surprised by Cromwell..."Yes, what do you need?"... "A moment of your time please.", said Cromwell.... "Sorry to chase after you, my name is Nathan Blake, I noticed you left in a hurry, just wanted to make sure everything was alright"...."Oh, thank you, that is so sweet of you."... "Is it usual for the maids to be leaving the parties before the guests here?", he asked smiling... "Well not really, but I got called about an emergency back in my apartment."..."Ah I see, terribly sorry to hear that, here let me get you a taxi!"..."No need, really, it's just a few blocks from here", she said seemingly nervous..."In that case allow me to escort you, the streets can be mean this time of the night, especially for a beautifull young lady..."...The woman smiled: "Aren't you suposed to be at the party?"..."Huh, it's just a bunch of old horny men getting drunk and molesting young girls...I didn't even want to come in the first place..."..."So what brought you here then?", she asked...."My father is a business associate with one of the IC board members, so we were invited during our stay on Manhattan.."..."Alright, looks like we both didn't like the party, my apartment is this way.."... They started walking....
They were walking down the street, chating, until Cromwell noticed there wasn't anyone around... He stopped and said: "Come on now, be honest with me, you're not really a maid, are you?"..."What do you mean?", she asked..."I noticed you were behaving rather strangely in there, besides, you weren't even carrying any sort of a plate...And you were tapping your wrist way too often"...She looked at him a bit shocked: "Ok who the hell are you?"...She took a few steps back and took out a bottle of pepper spray: "Get away from me, I will use this, I swear..."...Cromwell smiled: "Relax, I know rather well what goes on in places like this, in fact I myself find it disgusting..."...Hearing this, she lowered the spray..."Ok, you got me, I am actually a reporter for the Manhattan Times...I was sent in there to investigate some rumors about what goes on in there...Perhaps I could get some first hand statements from you?"..."So that watch on your wrist you were tapping, I supose that's the camera, right?"....She pulled up her hand: "It's a state of the art piece of equipment, it has a camera, a microphone, even a mini scanner in it..."... Cromwell smiled and nodded...He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him: "What the hell are you doing?!"..."I am an MI5 agent, I am here to make sure nothing from this party goes out in the press...One of our Ministers is in there, if this got out, it would cause an international scandal we can't afford...I'm affraid I am going to have to take that from you"...."But why are you telling me all this?", she asked... Cromwell reached into his pocket and took out a small syringe..."Oh my God, you are going to kill me aren't you?"..."Don't worry I won't do nothing of a sort, but I will erase your memory of this evening, the party, and me..." He injected her with the syringe and she passed out in a few moments...
He put her down gentlyy to the side of the road, made sure nobody was looking around and walked away.... As he aproached the embassy entrance, he could notice the Ministers's car parked in the parking lot... He went straight to his room, opened his comm console, and sent out a quick encrypted mission back to the BIS HQ:
"Mission completed succesfully, the Minister is back at the Embassy"...
He took a shower and went to bed, unsuccessfuly trying to go to sleep, thinking about what lies next on the Manhattan asignment....