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The Goon Squad - Summer Edition

Dakota’s phone whirred, then the camera flashed, taking an especially impatient Sybil by surprise. She groaned. “Why do we have to do this? I mean, duh, I look -amazing- but klutz over here is crowding my style.”

Obliviously, Kim blurted out a reply. “Hey!” She didn’t follow-up.

Dakota re-examined her phone, selectively ignoring Sybil’s sour attitude. “We don’t want to forget this moment. It’s important to commemorate our first European assignment, don’t you think?” Dakota wasn’t going to let a little phone-related malfunction stop her selfie-related good times. “This vacation is about team-building. We’re a team now!”

“So where’s the boss?” Kimberly asked. She meant Tobi Vasquez, their Echo Specialist.

“Yeah, where’s the boss?” Sybil added, mimicking Kim’s sing-song southern accent. “If we’re such a great team, she should be here too!”

“She’s very busy right now.” Dakota corrected the two green Proxies. “Specialist Vasquez doesn’t have time to vacation. She’s working with the Captain to make sure we’re safe on our next operation.” Every word of Dakota’s explanation was the truth. She left out Tobi Vasquez’s extreme anxiety. She needed alone time. Dakota happily covered for her. Vasquez wasn’t the leadership type. Really, she was the type to list “Public Speaking” as a fear worse than death. The idea of leadership mortified her.

The trio settled just long enough for Dakota to take a picture. Or ten. She continued to snap while Sybil flippantly pretend-ignored, while Kim flashed a peace-sign, one she happily did not quite represent in personality or job description. The trio were agents of the KSG -- Khoros Security Group -- K-Sec -- Chor Gruppen -- whatever designation local governments used.

“Watch ya’ flank, flippers.” Sybil said, slipping away from Kim and Dakota, dropping into the nearest deck chair to scan Google Maps for the most expensive shoppes in La Rochelle. 

Kim hovered over Sybil curiously. “So... you guys wanna go spear fishin’?!” Kim asked, her unbuttoned white top flapping in the high winds. “I commissioned a ship captain, got the gear, y’know, the whole shebang!”

“Only thing I’m hunting are shells, Kimbo.” Dakota teased. “It sounds like fun.”

Sybil groaned. “You’re both dorks. I’m gonna get in some beach shopping ‘fore we’re shipped outta here.” Her eyes lit up with delight when she pinpointed a fashionable storefront, within walking distance -- literally, her only requirements for the day.

“You got money?! Like, dude, you gotta share.”

Sybil laughed darkly, cracking her knuckles. “Five finger discount, Williams. I have got SO much to teach you.”

Top Secret Notes

Kim, Sybil, and Dakota are a trio of KSG Proxies -- henchpersons for the nefarious, possibly world-ruling KHOROS Security Group. All Proxies work in three-person teams, and for now, Dakota, Sybil, and Kim are stuck together.

Don’t worry, they might be working for the bad guys, but they’re going to be super-best-friends.

As Proxies, they’re sent all over the globe on missions for KHOROS -- every once in awhile, they even get a day off. Here, we get a rare glimpse of Kim, Dakota and Sybil getting to enjoy a vacation from work, and this time, they’re trying to bond. One day, they’ll learn that friendship conquers all! 

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One Mission Down, About A Billion To Go

The olive-green puck-shaped device suctioned onto the metal container, emitting a furious whir, then an abrupt click. A red LED flashed to signal its new state of readiness. Dakota Stanton judged the scene, circling the rookie agents’ handiwork.

“Don’tcha worry, he ain’t hurt or nothin’.” Kim reassured, pointing at the unconscious corporate security guard. Too much of a klutz for stealth, Kim preferred a more direct approach when dealing with the competition. 

Dakota pinched the bridge of her nose, speaking with a corrective tone. “He’s demonstrably hurt, Kim. I think you mean to say, he isn’t dead?”

“’Zactly.” Sybil took the baton. “The charges are planted. Shouldn’t we be gettin’ outta here?”

“Well, actually...” Dakota cleared her throat, directing her comrades’ attention to that same unconscious security guard, laying in a heap on the floor. “We can’t just leave him here...”

Sybil groaned. “You always gotta make this so hard, don’tcha Stanton?”

Sybil complained. Always the helper, Kimberly swooped in to carry the corporate thug by his shoulders, distributing the load. He was still heavy. Note to self: weight training is a must. They would be carrying him to safety -- Dakota wouldn’t hear otherwise. Destroying stuff? Totally fine. Hurting semi-innocent bystanders? No way. So defeats the purpose of being an evil minion, but Kim accepted Dakota’s moral limitations. She was just too goody-goody.

It was kinda cool, actually.

Top Secret Notes:

Dakota, Sybil, and Kimberly, just as they’ve successfully (almost) completed a plain clothes mission to infiltrate and destroy sensitive, incriminating documents. Every once in awhile, they get sent on a simple job they can complete themselves -- with minimum supervision! 

Tobi, Paige, and the rest of the top brass are closely monitoring their progress. They’ll be graded! This mission will so score them a B+, at least!

It’s important to dress for success! When infiltrating a hard-copy data storage warehouse, it’s better to ditch the fancy KSG uniforms and dress like proper business associates.

Kim wanted to put on her manly mustache disguise, but Sybil and Dakota thought it looked too fake. She’ll need to source a more realistic mustache in the near future.

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Sybil Zidani - Troublemaker

“We’ve got a runner.” The suit barked into his earpiece.

Sybil cackled. “Ya’ betcher ass ya’ do!” She taunted her pursuers, as if they could ever manage to catch up to her -- and vaulted the metal barrier of the loading dock, sprinting down the fog-crested city street, dead drop in tow.

[Here’s a picture of Sybil Zidani, an awesome character shared with me by @amarlex! She’s in her casual ensemble -- an aegean hoodie, eggplant tights. She’s another member of our KSG team that I totally love.]

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The Authors Of Our Own Good Luck

The volley of gunfire ceased. The squad of Blank Proxies didn't let the sudden silence on the road last, as they emerged from their hidden positions and secured the site. Fallen security men littered the street -- they didn't stand a chance. The ambush unleashed without incident, and the Proxies worked quickly to secure the top secret cargo. They had to move fast, as onlookers gathered to see the cause of the sudden commotion downtown. There was no easy way to police a scene like that. Support units locked down the streets, aiming to slow first-responders and spook curious citizens from looking into the incident too closely. The sight of the Blanks, in full uniform, their faces masked, no trace of humanity left in them; the loaded FN-P90s they were equipped with spoke fully to their deadly intent.

"All resistance neutralized. Switching to KA combat mode. Reallocating resources." The Proxy Commander spoke into her receiver, glaring vacantly down the long city streets, the flashing lights of cop cars and sirens blaring growing ever closer. "Control. Report status response."

"This is control." A warped voice spoke into the Commander's ear-piece. "Local authorities are to be considered hostile. Engage as required."

"Understood, Control." The Commander rasped, raising her hand. "All units, prepare for contact. North road. Squad formation 93-F."

The American Branch of KSG (Khoros Security Group) took an aggressive stance against threats -- bother internal and external to the Tribune. Whoever was payrolling the war against the societies, the KSG would root them out. Or so they were ordered. Kimberly Williams, an American herself, hardly recognized the new landscape of the KSG -- temporarily reassigned to the KSG's PNW North American Ops Command. Local intelligence reported that previously friendly government agencies had turned on the Tribune, the central backer of KSG. Nothing like this happened in France, or England, or even the East Coast. She'd never shot anyone before. Sybil neither -- she joined Shelby "Sybil" Zidani on reassignment, and neither of the two women could comprehend their situation. Gunfights with cops, in the center of town? Wasn't the KSG meant to operate in secret, Kim thought.

"Hey, Kimbo!" Sybil hissed, noticing Kim's vacant expression, even under her American-Issued Blank uniform -- KHOROS replaced with CHORUS -- an obvious misspelling on the original. "Wake up, I wanna make it out of here and get back to Dakota in one piece."

Kim shook off her misgivings. All that mattered were the people by her side. "R-right, Syb. Don'tcha worry, I've got yer' back." She replied, checking her weapon, and taking cover behind a concrete street barrier, sighting her weapon on the throng of citizens slowly gathering, popping their heads out of their vehicles. The mess of traffic slowed the cops considerably, but they could all see the lights, getting closer and closer.

The Blank Commander barked over a loudspeaker, built into one of the armored corporate humvees that had been disabled by Proxy gunfire. The occupants lay dead in their seats. "THIS IS A UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT SANCTIONED OPERATION. IN ACCORD WITH THE PINKERTON ACT. PLEASE STAND BACK. APPROACH AND YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON."

It didn't slow the local police. Already, Kimberly spotted black uniforms and badges, handguns drawn. They must've interpreted the law differently, and were shouting. Commanding the Blanks to disarm. To lower their weapons. The KSG would not back down. Flares illuminated the street, streaks of orange and pink light pouring through the mass of bodies and rushing figures in black and white gear, weapons primed, ready to end this standoff in a bloodbath.  

"APPROACH AND YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON." The Commander repeated. "THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING."

They didn't listen.

Top Secret Notes

Kim and Sybil are temporarily reassigned to the PNW North American Branch of the KSG, and find themselves stuck in a violent confrontation with the local authorities after a raid! The pair are usually assigned to work with Paige Newport (CO), Dakota Stanton, and Tobi Vasquez.

This is a quick jump into the future of my 'Conspiracy of Three' (Name TBD) universe. These are alternate uniforms -- and they won't be the standard. Don't worry, Sybil and Kim will be returning to their standard life soon enough!

The KSG is funded (and controlled) by one of several world-spanning secret societies. The Tribune is a European-Based  old money organization with elements of the modern Templars and Illuminati. They're not that bright, but they're used to getting their way. When local governments resist, they send the KSG.

Blanks are a relatively new addition to the KSG. Normally, they use black / white clad standard operators in military gear. You'll be seeing a lot more of those men eventually!