Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Leo]

Two Days Later Agent Black landed Dagger-1 at Blacksite-7, better known by internal LSF agents as Chesapeake Research Facility deep with in the Alaska minefield. He stepped off with the intelligence he received from Serrano who was now a permanent resident at Fairbanks. He moved with practiced movement through the various hallways until he arrived at the office of Agent Winter, former agent-in-charge of the now defunct Section-41. She'd been in a particularly bad mood since it was restructured into Division Theta-9 at the behest of the President. "What." she snapped when she saw him at the door. "The intel from Serrano." She reached out to snatch it out of his hand. "Is that the PI prick we picked up at Manhattan? The one staying over yonder?" she jerked her thumb in the general direction of the prison. "The very one. Seems pretty well detailed. A shame we had to disappear him. He might've made a pretty good agent had he not made a wrong turn in Albuquerque." he chuckled at his own joke. "Your jokes are stupid, shut up." she reviewed the documentation. "You're right though, this is quite detailed. Any evidence of the man in question? Intel says he was last seen at Pittsburgh." "We tasked Agent Vard to investigate. He's doing pre-flight checks in Dagger-7 to get there at best speed." Winter looked at the various intel. "Go with him, take Dagger-3." She looked up but Black remained in place. "Look, I realize I'm not the agent-in-charge anymore, but we need someone to back up Vard and an interceptor ain't gonna do shit to anything if this guy tries to rabbit. Just go with him, make sure this is by the book, clear?" "Clear." he said reaching out for the intel. She snatched it back away from his hand. "This is mine now, it needs internal review. Get moving, Agent." He sighed and turned to walk back to the bay to retrieve Dagger-1. He needed to route to Erie in Pennsylvania to pick up Dagger-3. "Bitch." he said under his breath as he departed the offices.

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