Episode One: MTF-Alpha 1: Fox Seekers
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-Operation NOOSE
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Epitis, Pernem, Edge of the suburbs...
Let me tell you a story. The story of Isidore. When the Darwin Initiative first started, a group of five eighth graders decided to gather as much information as possible. They were inspired by the silence of the fox. In the history of Epitis, foxes have always been seen as information gatherers and runners for the gods. The group's belief was information is power. They devoted themselves to gather information over killing. But they were willing to kill if it were necessary. When they graduated, they all started a private investigators agency, with the same name as their Alliance. It quickly grew into an advanced militarised intelligence agency. They had their kids put together a new Generation of Isidore. And with the guidance of the first five, they quickly became the best information gatherers and brokers in history, eventually becoming global. But the Darwin Initiative is just one thing. The agency itself however, is something very different.
The troop carrier vehicle rumbled as it drove to its destination. It was filled
with nine soldiers. This is Mobile Task Force - Alpha 1, nicknamed Fox Seekers. This is Operation NOOSE. The objective is to secure or eliminate a target. What they don't know, is the target's abilities, and why they sent the best task force. They all quietly sent their prayers to the heavens in hopes they'd live.
-Operation NOOSE
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Operation NOOSE
Objective: Eliminate or Secure Target 003
Team: MTF-Alpha 1
Location: 27 St Andrews Street, Pernem
Op Leader: Wayne, Phoebe
Target Information: Target 003 is a known ******* ******. The house 003 occupies, doubles as a ****** ********* where 003 will "****" **** *** ****. A common effect to being in the vicinity of 003 is a sudden monumental **********. 003 will play with this mood state by giving its victim a *****.
The truck slowly crept to a stop outside of a rickety old building. When given the all clear from the drivers, the fully armoured soldiers of MTF-Alpha 1 stepped out of the vehicle. Armed to the teeth they all stood awaiting orders from the Op's Commanding Officer. A middle aged blonde woman stepped out of the passenger's side of the truck and made her way in front of the MTF. Her hazel eyes shone in what little sunlight cut through the clouds. She held her helmet in her left hand and in her right sat an M4 Carbine rifle. The same gun also sat in the MTF's hands. The CO, Phoebe Wayne, placed the black helmet on her head. The four stars on each side of the jawline indicated her rank in the Isidore Intelligence Agency (IIA). "Alright Alpha 1. The Target is right inside that house. Remember the Objective. Secure or eliminate the target." Phoebe ordered. "Boot up your Scrambleware and wait for my mark, sync?"
"Sync!" The MTF barked.
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-Scrambleware
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Software: Scrambleware
Creator: Dr Davids
Description: Scrambleware is a military grade software that allows for a multitude of things. Scrambleware when connected to an MTF Suit can turn the user invisible to the naked eye, and can give the user enhanced strength and speed. But Scrambleware can also unscramble and scramble signals, and can scramble illusions made by Targets.
The MTF stood diligently, waiting for the order to charge the house. Meanwhile, in a house just down the road, Phoebe and an Intelligence Support Crew were setting up on the second floor. This was so that when the mission was taking place they'd have camera feeds, and data collected from the operation. Screens showed the MTF's, and Phoebe's, heart rates, other monitors showed the cameras embedded in their suits. When Phoebe arrived back in front of the MTF, they all stood, glaring at the monster like building. Phoebe turned to face the house. As she peered at it, the porch began to seem like a vicious mouth. "Mark!" Phoebe shuttered. The MTF funneled around her and burst through the door.
-Operation NOOSE
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Phoebe took up the rear of the group, and when they entered, the house seemed rather normal compared to what they thought it would be. It was old, yeah. But it didn't look like anyone had set foot in there for years. As the wind swayed, the house swayed with it. Phoebe's rifle was at her side as she examined the entrance area. The MTF turned to her for orders. She put up her hand in a five symbol, or, the hand signal to split up. The MTF collectively nodded their heads and began exploring the house. Phoebe stayed at the entrance, holding her rifle close to her chest now. She stood, her body refusing to move. Slowly but surely, the building's insides seemed to extend. Phoebe's body was stone. There was a figure in the hallway. He slowly walked towards Phoebe's paralysed body. She tried to scream for the MTF, but something in her gut told her they couldn't move either. The figure slowly became visible. The figure's completely black clothing made him seem like a shadow. You'd think he's not there if it weren't for his light skin tone. Suddenly and without warning, the house seemed to flip. Phoebe was thrown against the door, which seemed like the floor. And if it was the floor, this figure, Target 003 is walking on the walls. "You shouldn't have come here." The man said, his voice sharp. Phoebe knew her mission, but whenever she tried to stand up, it would make 003's grip on her stronger. "Your Scrambleware can't unscramble reality."
'A REALITY BENDER!' Phoebe thought.
"And your MTF?" 003 snapped his fingers, then Phoebe saw it. In the kitchen, one of the MTF soldiers brutally mutilated with blood streaking the walls. In the living room one MTF soldier decapitated, another cut limb from limb. Phoebe tisked. She tried to close her eyes but the images kept coming. A soldier upstairs in the bathroom impaled on a spike. A soldier in the bedroom, pinned on the wall like Jesus on the Crucifix. And the last MTF soldier, his helmet off, his unblinking eyes staring at Phoebe from the storage closet. "This? This is the infamous MTF-Alpha 1?" 003 cackled. "Horrendous!" A spike made of shadows propelled at blinding speed towards Phoebe's frozen body.
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All that could be heard was Phoebe's screams.
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The Isidore Intelligence Agency, Pernem, Agency Director's Office...
Monet Abel sat on the velvet couch in the man's office. It was a rather large office. The sunset's light seemed to dash across the dark oak walls. The Director of the IIA sat at his desk, intently staring at Monet's unblinking face. "Say I were to believe you," the Director started, "you are the Keeper of some cosmic balance of Karma. Why should we form a partnership?"
"Director Goodwill," Monet said, "I have already convinced Dr Winter of the Division Clover Foundation to partner with me, what will it take for you?" Director Goodwill's eyes didn't change. "I can lead your MTFs in securing Targets. You've made many mistakes according to your files."
"How did you get access to our files?" Director Goodwill barked. Monet did nothing but grin.
"I'm a supernatural being, how else?" Monet snickered.
"Tch." Director Goodwill sighed. "Fine. We have a partnership." Monet simply stood and walked over to the door.
"Thank you, Director Goodwill. My first act will involve your son, Shaun Goodwill, and the Darwin Initiative. Just a heads up." Monet said.
"Don't hurt him."
"I won't, sir."
