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onechicagolife · 10 months ago

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Detective Jay Halstead is a senior member of the Intelligence Unit, where he is partnered with Detective Hailey Upton after his former partner went missing undercover. While he never wanted to give up hope, the CPD assumed her dead and he was resigned to accept it. Now, two years later, Jay gets a sudden phone call with news that changes his life forever. Avery Clarke is alive. want to be tagged? link in bio <3

Chapter Nine

"Are we helping out on a case?" Avery directs the question to her boss, uncertainty only growing when he folds his arms over his chest and silently looks at Lang.

"Sort of," Agent Lang starts slowly, eyeing her skeptically before noting the impatient quirk of her brow. He clears his throat, "Actually, I'm here about your case. I want to talk about the last two years."

Her heart skips a beat in her chest, and she swallows, "What about it? Are you on the Volkov case?" It's been weeks since her return and they officially lost the case again, not even being told which agency had it. Every single time she or Hank have reached out for an update, they've been stonewalled. She's tired of being frozen out, but if the case is being handled by the DEA instead of the FBI, maybe her connections can finally get them somewhere.

"I'm part of the DEA task force," Lang carefully pauses. He knows her well enough to prepare himself for the temper she occasionally exhibits. "And so were you."

A sharp inhale cuts through the thick silence that follows, Avery blinking with furrowed brows as she attempts to process the admission. How in the hell was she part of a federal task force when it wasn't even a federal case two years ago? Hank can sense the shock and confusion coming from the detective, so he steps in, setting aside his own shock, "What do you mean, she was part of the task force?"

"You weren't missing," the agents starts, "You were undercover, for us." Unable to believe the words coming from the man's mouth, Avery turns on her heels and begins to pace in the small space, dragging her fingers through her hair. She closes her eyes and tugs harder at the tangled strands, as if the pain might magically cause the memories to resurface. At her lack of response, Lang continues with what he knows, "After your cover was blown, they held you for interrogation. They tortured you for weeks. Beatings, electric shock, sensory deprivation. But you never broke. Actually, you convinced them that you were who you said you were — Talia — and that you and a few others were planning on betraying the Aleksovs. The wire was so that you could use the information for yourself.

"They believed you. I still don't understand how you did it, but you gained their trust and struck a deal. In exchange for your life, you'd give them everything they needed to take control of the Aleksovs' operations. After almost three months, you got them to trust you enough to let you go on the promise that you'd work for them. By this time, the FBI had taken the case from Major Crimes, and we were planning on officially making a task force. They had an undercover, very low level but had his ear to the ground. Once Nikolai Volkov successfully used your information to dismantle the Aleksovs, there was talk about a "beautiful woman" that got caught with a wire but was able to charm Nikolai with her business savvy and flexible loyalty. We started to suspect it could be you."

Having heard enough, Avery finally interrupts, shaking her head in disbelief over what she is hearing, "No. This doesn't make any sense. If I somehow 'charmed' them enough to let me go, why didn't I contact CPD as soon as possible? Why didn't I call Hank?" She glances to the older man as his name falls past her lips, desperately searching for any kind of answer in his eyes. But she only finds that he is just as unsure as she is.

Lang folds his arms across his chest, "We had agents waiting at the locations we knew about to intercept you at first chance. That's when you and I connected for the first time. I gave you my pitch: no one has ever gotten as deep within the Volkov organization as you had the chance to, Avery. And if you left then, they'd think you were betraying them. They'd come after you and they wouldn't stop. So, you agreed to go back in as part of our federal investigation long enough to help our undercover agent rise higher up in the ranks. You'd have to stay 'missing' for just a couple months, so that you could get out without raising suspicions and set us up to take them down. Do you remember Special Agent Anderoff – Jim – from the task force a few years back? He became your main contact. After a few weeks, you found evidence of something bigger. Turns out, the Volkovs have been trafficking in more than just guns and drugs."

"Women," Voight realizes gruffly, and her blood runs cold.

Lang nods, "And girls. Some as young as twelve, and we had no idea. You couldn't walk away."

A warehouse full of cages flashes behind her eyes before being replaced by the cold, battered body of Nadia. The image of her teenage self, high out of her mind and pressed down against a dirty couch.

"We thought that by taking the case from the CPD, it would stop the investigation into your disappearance. And it did, for a while. But Detective Halstead never fully stopped looking into things, and one lead he was following started to get close to you. If we hadn't planted faulty intel, he'd have ended up getting himself or you killed." She exhales a breath, facing Lang and meeting his eyes for the first time in minutes. "Avery, it was your idea to fake your death. You knew that Halstead would never stop looking for you so long as there was some shred of hope that you were still alive. We planted some seeds about a woman matching your description having been killed, and after a little bit of pressure on the deputy superintendent, they had you declared dead."

No. "You're saying..." There was no way. "You're saying that I chose this?" Her voice shakes as she forces the words out, a painful sting starting to build in the pit of her stomach. There was no way she would let her friends and family think that she was dead... Would she? To protect them, to protect Jay?

Avery blinks back the tears that begin to well in her eyes, deciding that right now, something she can focus on – something she can control – is anger. "Why now?" she grits out, taking a step towards Lang as her volume continues to rise, "Why come to me now, when you've known what happened to me this whole time?"

"I wanted to," he tries to assure, "As soon as we found out what happened, I wanted to. The decision was made way above my paygrade. When the agency heard about your memory loss, they decided it was better to keep you in the dark. Your cover was likely blown but you... well, they thought you would want to go back in to finish what you started. I finally managed to convince them to let me come see you today." Lang shuffles around a few things in his bag before pulling out a manila file folder. He extends it towards her, "You're not an agent, so this is as much information that I could get them to hand over."

Avery eyes the much-too-thin folder with a scoff, "What, I don't have clearance to read about my own life?"

When she stubbornly refuses to take it from his outstretched hand, Lang sighs and sets it on the edge of Voight's desk instead, "I'm sorry." With no response other than a stiff nod from Voight, Lang offers another apology before leaving the office.

A soft thud echoes as the door closes behind him and Avery brings her palms up to press into her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling and stifle the burgeoning headache. "This can't be real," she mutters as she shakes her head.

Hank picks up the folder before flipping through the pages, eyes skimming over its contents. "There's photos," he confirms, "It's your signature on these reports."

She doesn't believe him. Avery snatches the file from his hands but can't bring herself to look at it herself. She can't believe him. There's ringing in her ears and pounding behind her eyes, and the air is suddenly so thick that she struggles to take in a complete breath. Spinning on her heels, she wretches the door open and storms into the bullpen, immediately feeling the weight of seven pairs of eyes. One pair in particular burns at her skin, and she fights the urge to meet them. Stepping quickly to her desk, she rips her jacket from the back of the chair.

Hank calls out her name from the doorway of his office to no avail. "Detective Clarke," he says firmly, raising his voice in a way that causes her to halt in her tracks halfway across the room. "Just take a breath, we'll figure this out."

Clenching her jaw tightly to fight the sob clawing at the back of her throat, Avery glances over her shoulder at the older man, "We? There is no 'we,' Hank. Apparently, I made sure of that." With that, Voight watches without objection as she rushes down the staircase. He doesn't know what he could possibly say to stop her from leaving, to stop her from spiraling, when he is just as lost for words. As he turns to head back into his office, he spots Ruzek stand from his desk out of the corner of his eye. "Don't," he orders, and Adam halts his stride, "Let her go."

This cannot be real. This cannot be real. This cannot be real.

She doesn't know how long she's been sitting here, alone in her car. The sun has already traveled across every window, shining through the glass and bouncing off the pages now sitting beside her. Avery stares straight ahead, but her eyes blur everything out. Reading the words on those pages — her words — was supposed to give her some answers. Answers other than what she was told: that she chose to let everyone she loves think that she was dead.

But they were her words, and the proof that she was undercover for the DEA was right there in black and white. And she knows that vowing to put an end to a sex trafficking ring is something she would do. After what happened to Nadia, she would never let anything like that happen to another girl if she could help it. The last two years started with torture and pain before being spent gathering intel, arranging deals, and sabotaging whatever she could. The information has allowed her to construct images in her head, rebuilding the memories she lost, but there are still gaps between the reports she was given. She can feel it in her gut that there is something missing, something important. Something that she needs to remember.

She has lost everything. She lost two years of her life, two people she considered family died without her being there. She can understand staying undercover, sacrificing her normal job and life. But if she made the choice to fake her death, that means she chose to sacrifice the man she loves. That means that everything that's changed, the way things are now, is her fault.

The sound of a car horn pulls Avery back to reality, and she blinks away the tears clouding her vision. She hadn't even realized that she was crying as she wipes her cheeks with the backs of her hands. Taking in her surroundings, her eyes land on the bar across the street from where she's parked in front of her new building. After staying with Hank since her return, she decided it was time to get back to normal by looking for her own apartment. She has still been at the home she grew up in, though, until she gets actual furniture besides the mattress still in the plastic resting on the floor.

Avery stares at the bar for a few minutes, watching the people that walk in while it's still light out and contemplating whether she should be one of them. She knows that she shouldn't go inside. She knows that she should go back to work. She knows that she shouldn't let the contents of that file drive her into a spiral.

She goes inside.

Avery sets down the box filled with the rest of her clothes, taking in the furniture finally set up in the bedroom. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, relieved that she has an actual bed to sleep in instead of the mattress she's been crashing on the last few nights after stumbling home from the bar. She walks back into the main area of the apartment, smiling wider as Kevin finishes mounting her television and Adam adjusts the couch. Avery narrows her eyes as she watches Kim playfully throwing cushions at him to set up, their laughter filling the apartment. "Thank you guys again for helping me today," she gushes.

"Stop thanking us," Kim laughs, "You know we're happy to help." She moves to head to the bathroom, squeezing Avery's hand with a smile as she passes.

Avery watches until she is for sure out of earshot before slowly making her way towards Adam with a smirk. He plops down on the couch with a sigh before spotting her, eyeing her warily, "What's that look for?"

"What's going on with you and Kim?" she counters with a raised brow. He rolls his eyes and throws his head back with a groan. Pointing an accusatory finger, she chuckles, "I knew it. You're hooking up again."

Adam can't fight the smile that creeps up, giving a half shrug, "Maybe."

"Maybe," she mocks as she sits down next to him, earning another eye roll.

They spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out, eating pizza and watching the game on her freshly set up tv. After a few hours, Avery bids them goodbye and starts unpacking her clothes until she can't ignore the itch anymore. She grabs a glass from the kitchen, pouring drink that ends up containing a hefty amount of vodka and just a splash of soda before heading back to the bedroom. She moves over to the window that she managed to turn into a makeshift crime board. Opening the panels, Avery stares at the photos and pages she taped up days ago. She knows that there is way more to the story of the last two years, and she is going to figure it out. Agent Lang was right. She is going to finish what she started.

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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from this article written about Hidden Blade’s Beijing press conference.

Director Reveals Reversal and Suspense is the Biggest Point of View

On January 17th, the spy war movie "Wu Ming", written and directed by Cheng Er, starring Tony Leung and Wang Yibo, held its premiere in Beijing. Cheng Er, Wang Yibo and others attended the scene, while Tony Leung, Zhou Xun, Jiang Shuying and others interacted with the audience through remote connections.

The film tells the story of the outbreak of the Total War of Resistance, the Communist Party of China led by the Chinese Communist Special Branch in Shanghai — circling between Chongqing, Wang and Japanese spy agencies. through the intricate intelligence system behind the enemy, to turn the enemy, to obtain information, to kill traitors, to establish a broader united front, until the eve of victory in the war.

The word 'Wu Ming' is inspired by the Monument to the Unknown Heroes in Xishan, Beijing." The producer Bona Films CEO Yu Dong explained, "From 1937 to 1945, there were a group of heroes who were born and died on the hidden front. although many of them did not even leave their names after their sacrifices, their heroic deeds are worthy of being written and remembered. This film hopes to show the struggle of the unknown, and take the audience to see a world that has never been seen before."

Tony Leung revealed , this is the second time I have appeared in Mandarin with the original sound. For this reason, he specially learned Mandarin from his teacher. "At first I practiced with my teacher in Hong Kong. After arriving in Shanghai, the director changed all the scripts and then learned again. although my Mandarin is not very good, but speaking from my own mouth, the feeling is still different, and it is also very important for the shaping of characters."

Zhou Xun said that she has known director Cheng Er for a long time, and she has always liked his works, especially his lighting and narrative methods. It was a pleasure working with the director.

Wang Yibo revealed that he not only needs to speak Mandarin in his film, but also challenges other languages according to the plot. "I have lived abroad and learned other languages, so learning a language is more like memorizing lyrics for me, and there will be a rhythm in it." Just like the suspenseful atmosphere in the film, during the entire press conference, the creators mentioned The details of the film are always "off the hook". Subsequently, each creator used a keyword to describe the film.

Wang Yibo chose "thrilling". He said that his first leading role in a movie still feels like a dream, and the fighting scenes between himself and Tony Leung are very "thrilling", including literary dramas as well.

Dapeng used "reversal charm" to describe the film, "If you don't watch the movie, even our actors don't know who is good and who is bad. It really didn't happen until the last second."

Cheng Er revealed, Reversal and suspense are one of the biggest highlights of this film. "Many details are very particular, including the tie worn by the actor, which is consistent with the identity and personality of the character, and hides the mystery."

In the "Wu Ming” trailer Finally, the words "super commercial film" were printed on the subtitles. Yu Dong revealed that the cost of the film was as high as 300 million yuan. Cheng Er's last movie was "The History of Romantic Disappearance" 7 years ago. Although the reputation was good, the box office was very mediocre. This time, Yu Dong is very confident, "Director Cheng Er has added commercial elements while maintaining his personal style this time. I believe the box office of this film on the first day of its release will exceed the sum of all his previous films. "

Wu Ming is scheduled to be released nationwide on January 22, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

#wang yibo #hidden blade #hidden blade movie #nameless #nameless movie #wu ming #NOW I KNOW HOW MUCH IT COST AND WHAT NUMBERS WE SHOULD SEE AT THE BOX OFFICE FOR THIS TO BE CALLED A COMMERCIAL SUCCESS.

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miloucomehome · 1 year ago

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VIVANT EPISODE 5

WHAT THE HACYUASL HELL (AGAIN)

(so good!!!)

First, first!!

The moment where Doram and Nozaki try to get Nogi's Face ID at the restaurant was adorably funny.

Also: The Nozaki-Doram-Genghis teamup later? Love it.

Onto the next stuff in this episode (there's so much. I'm only just touching upon some things)

Nozaki being written and treated as a very competent state agent makes me happy. He's not hyper-competent, he has "fun", he's not hyper-serious all the time (that shit-eating-"You won't believe the plan I've cooked up heheheheh"-grin he has is golden--he's smart. He'll mess with people if he needs to and shares only the necessary info he has with those he trusts (at the moment). He also revels in messing with people haha. Plus he uses his jovial nature to get on others' good side, but he's sincere when he means it. I'm positive that prior to all this he truly has taken an interest in Nogi and is going to treat him the same way, but with more subtly poking to figure out what's going on

I love Nozaki (and I truly believe that in light of the reveal this week, he found Nogi endearing, was maybe falling for him or just wanting him to be ok idk, and now has to suspect him and truly learn who he is) but now I'm genuinely worried we will lose someone in the main cast by the finale.

(I have become a Nozaki oshi.)

A theory that had been floated about on twitter by multiple viewers in the VIVANT theories tag actually came to be. Multiple people pointed out that when Nogi was waiting outside the Balka International Bank, he was holding what looked like Ali's phone and something else. At first some wondered if it was a portable charger, but were curious when the switch happened. That was all revealed this week and I can't believe how much theorists were on the point trying to figure out what happened.

Nozaki's true past being discovered was more than I expected though. Amnesia, being sucked into the grim world of human trafficking...is this how Nogi F (or B through E) was born?

Finally: I can't tell if Sam was bad or if the CIA was trying to get Ali as an intelligence asset, BUT NOOOO SAM!!!!! NOGI F HOW THE HELL COULD YOU?! I LIKED OUR LUPIN IIIrd FANBOY CIA AGENT.

(that said, this means he met Sam at the Rongaly Military School then?!)

Jamine being some sort of "miracle child"?! Is Sakurai, Nogi's handler? Who's the head of BEPPAN?!

Now we find out that the character with Nino is Nogi's dad?! That he survived?! Nino is some kind of adopted son?! Or did his wife survive and they had another child?! Ali said he didn't meet her, but had seen the photos...but...still

The amount of silent screaming I was doing during the "execution" scene was obscene. I don't think I could've handled another episode 4 type ending. (That said, I think both Nogi F and Kurosue were willing to go all the way and cut the wires if Ali hadn't cooperated)

And I can't be the only one who is having a hard time telling Nogi A from Nogi F. I feel during the "executions", the apology was delivered by Nogi A. I think that in intense moments like the "executions" they both flip between each other, or even that the true Nogi is the one present. Not one or the other.

Nozaki slowly closing in on the TENT-BEPPAN stuff is wonderful to watch. The fact that Nogi Suguru was an officer with the National Police (and not the Prefectural Police) was surprising. Why did he quit? Why go to Balka? Nozaki being with a federal agency will easily be able to access this information now. What he does with the info he does learn will be interesting because at the moment, with the information viewers have from episode 5, it's that Nogi's father left the NPA(?), went to Balka with his wife and son, something happened, his son was kidnapped and trafficked, he changed his name and somehow he created a terrorist group based in Central Asia using his family's crest as its own symbol? I'm curious how the NPA officer-to-mystery-organization-leader thing happened.

(help this wink after he says "We're Public Security.". helppp!!)

Masato Sakai is a wonderfully talented actor. Episode 5 was an absolute treat of his talents. (Can he get more menacing roles in the future???)

I'm also noticing NogI F's actions and interrogation methods are reminding of an older Masato Sakai drama from 2010 where he led a "double life" (it's nothing like this level) called JOKER: Yurusarezaru Sousakan. In it, by day he's a law-abiding officer of the law and at night he's a bit of a vigilante ala "You have failed this city". There's more to it, but that's all I remember. I couldn't help but feel that as a much more mature actor, Sakai dipped into that a bit.

Speaking of Nogi F, while I understand that what we know of BEPPAN's mission is apparently for the sake of saving the country from a potential attack, it's currently at the "Cool motive, still murder" stage and deeply morally grey. I'd like to know how he came to be paired with Kurosue and if he knows about Nogi F.

Which, from what the lady at the orphanage mentioned, it sounds like Nogi F (or B, C, D or E) have been around since he was a small child....

Anyway. I'm watching Episode 6 after dinner or shortly. Idk. T_T)

#vivant drama #vivant #jdrama #this is an excellent series #i'm floored by this week's episode #let the noginoza nogi-zaki ship saiiiiiil #i've become a nozaki fangirl i think

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its-a-journal-of-ideals · 2 years ago

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Grips you. Tell everyone about your fukumori kids right now or I’m gonna blow this whole building up /lhj

ACK-/lh

(ask sent in response to this post <3)

there are three that have names and personalities and three in the works for a different verse. i shall talk about the first three because i have things to say about them!

Yoshiro and Kai were I believe my first ever fankids or at least the first ones I wrote down anywhere, and they are twins! they were born about three years before Mori took control of the Port Mafia and grew up in the PM. they were oopses that Mori (trans man) didnt discover till after he and Fukuzawa split up for their parts of the tripartite thing. They now (age 35) are a commander of the Black Lizard (Kai) and some kind of intelligence/spy/extortion thing?? (Yoshiro) (in total honesty he doesn't know what his job title is either he just flips his hip length hair and looks pretty (and on fun occasions pulls out a knife and makes threats) and stupid men hand over money and information. Kai is the older twin, and aside from his hair being black, strongly resembles Fukuzawa both physically and in mannerisms. Yoshiro is a bit more of a wild card, having white hair and a much cooler purple (as in bluer. tho he is pretty awesome) eye color than Mori, and being much more upfront and obvious about his self-confidence. go ahead get the yin/yang jokes out now i'll wait/lh

Yoshiro is the only brother with an ability, and I did not base him off a real author so I had to make this up myself. I called it No More Blank Pages which sounded suitably fancy to go along with one father's Vita Sexualis (Latin. Pretentious fuck/lh) and the other's All Men Are Equal (grand sweeping statement. love that for him) and every time he looks at a person he learns something about them that they already knew about themselves. The more stressed he is, the more relevant that fact is to his current situation (for example if he were mugged, he could look at his assailant and know that they have a knife in their left boot, but if he saw that same person in a much different situation, all he might get would be, like, "needs to pick up carrots later"). crowded social situations tend to leave him reeling from information overload because he can't turn it off!

the third child is Katsumi! she's eleven years younger than the boys and also an oops. She happened because her dads got a little too excited about seeing each other again after twelve years. I don't think she got involved with the Mafia or ADA but if she did she'd be with the Agency despite being Mori's mini-me and also his little princess when she was small. (honestly she's still his little princess but he no longer brings her to work and lets her baby-babble as if the nonsense noises she's spouting are more important than Actual Mafia Business) Kai held her for the first time when she was an infant and immediately swore his everlasting fealty to her and will defend her even if she is clearly the one who ate the last of whatever it was. she has no ability that has revealed itself yet, but she's still prepared for one to show up. After all, her papa Fukuzawa didn't discover his till he was in his thirties.

they're good kids i love them

#bsd fankids #mori kai #mori yoshiro #mori katsumi #SEE. SEE I HAVE MUCH TO SAY #fankid queries

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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There are several things wrong here what is everyone's oxygenating and can't tell and our son can. There's a few things today healing fast and some things that are going away little by little I was thinking an effort but he's going through it and a lot of other people are.

-lots of folks here don't like Tommy f and we despise him he had her son do that and it was not free man she's just doing his ass that I'm playing and his plan is full of crap that's too much for me I can't see him suffer anymore you don't have to go through it these days it's not really worth it too many people complaining of all sorts of stuff so we need to help people in ours and him

-there's a lot going on and we have people who are out of line I'm going to take care of her and we're going to use many methods but right now they should know that they are being surveilled that's right police and sheriff and multiple agencies have these people under surveillance and they're watching them restaurant the best like a Non-Stop horrible people they say summer reports went back today to the FBI so the CIA and more and it was minority foreigners most ly end up in the NSA and other government agencies including the office of the President stating that the conspiracy is real they need real intell and to go after it with gusto and they began a large scale investigation and Tommy f. Started the other day but now it's going on in a very large way and they're tired of it they received insults and threats as well and then going to shut them down tonight a huge bunch of them went out to several locations nearby Southwest Florida and they are to find out what the status is

Well tommy f did not send out any groups he knows the status and what their plan is. But there's a lot of people who did send groups to get information and they got a ton of it all over the world and they found out something these more like don't like us at all, there's a huge plan to get rid of us and the attack us, so they decided to do something. A large scale counteroffensive is beginning shortly. Globally. Hey listens all night so far and find them snickering and Charlie and laughing it almost anything that they would do and another reason so they're sending out operatives to get more intelligence and it's a deadly game.

Then go ahead and find out that Garth and his sister and their cadre were holding off social security to have him brought back to New York it was threatening for him to move to New York believe it or not it was starting to go well not for him but they had a job for him they would just extremely stupid and rude I didn't get any living expenses that they're ridiculous people okay his group are stupid people and they never give him money they're ridiculous it's like I needed $200 you dumb f**** is what he said on the way out he said all I need was a couple hundred bucks and you f****** stupid on the way down the stairs is going you're so f****** dumb feeling going to kill you a lot for this and he's saying it some Asian guy walks by and it was Jason he's saying what you saying I said these people are so cheap they want to give up their lives for $200 and he smiled a little and said probably you don't get it you will. And he said to him like your a minority stupid. The whole point is that they're the ones who held the social security off in North Oxford and they held it off for a couple months and she's still the director threatening social security and minority morlak come moving in. And Obama was already out at New Hampshire and people are wondering who it was then if it wasn't him some people say it was some people say it wasn't his son was trying to figure out if it was and the a****** is trying to say that he's carrying the weight it wasn't carrying anything he could hardly tell he was saying that, but behind the scenes they're breaking out of New Hampshire and they're helping to do it and it was Garth and yeah he was complicitous in the death of Ernie and Obama and because he's an idiot and he's going after his family he's messing with her son forever. It's important to note what he was doing there as it's important to know what he was doing in North Oxford and he was not making any better it's one of his doctors and he was having him take this green stuff which was clogging up his systems and he was known for the guy being the guy he does stupid things like that to our son it is a hazard and now he's going to get hazard pay and he's going to pay our son back everything that he took from him. These people are such jerks okay Garth and his company of a****** and they're going to get wiped out because they're the ones threatening the social security people find them doing it and he's going to publish

Thor Freya

Of course I know with us too it was and I know you thought about it too you thought about us and you're ridiculous that day but she thought it was funny she still does and it's not going to find it funny later it wasn't her Everest it was not her mistake or error it was bja and he did the whole show. And she gets it oh no another shooting bites the dust Mrs spengali, well I'm stuck in my Cape here hold on for a minute it seems that the assholes got it ready for me... If you're slightly smart or successfully go after you and spin golly is no different.. that was my son and that's what happens when it's near me it's pretty smart and these people who are Garth and company are not smart they're very mean to him they went down fisherman's village and they're telling people where to put it and stuff like that that sun said that you're creepy and you're spooky The Addams family but you're not Black Adam, and we went to publish now but seriously they are horrible they start screaming so what about your mother and stuff like that feels so what about you you're dead oh I know what you did that summer f****** morons but I can't figure it out but I can cuz that was Scott McCracken and you want to blame them for what you people did and it was on okay they're fighting down there and Max doesn't care

Gu Oya

No I don't care they're fighting this is ridiculous every conversation they have is nails you f****** retards need to leave especially you guys you're such a huge a****** I remember the conversation you weren't saying hardly anything just try to have patience with you and it's going well all right get the f*** out of here could hardly understand you you should have been shot right there the treasonous to the family not a nightmare that's all people have yeah your retard revolution the kids what happens then it's been really is you know what happens you get you all killed it sounds like the movies but that's exactly what's happening he got really mad so who I am talking about put this way you're a huge f****** dick to me right I know how it turns out I know what's going on sorry to tell you the truth about it so when you get here I can tell you how stupid you are so he got really mad he says these people died who won't affect us and he says so incredibly insane it's true they're all a. Bunch of jerks. You said you ride nobody you first and they are going first even these jackasses so he should publish because Garth and company are the ones who cut the social security off those are our findings and we found this because he was in New York he's never been in New York they just wanted to keep him there he did have a job for him they fd that up bad. Find out all of them died because of you returns from Garth, including you Tommy f. Even though you're different he knew all about you. He lived in my house and was talking and talking cuz he's riding and here they are the minority morlok not a ton of them, this day of the New York City and run the money scam and so they say and it's kind of doing that and we see come in and a bunch come down with some of them and they're not well liked this is going to make them hate it cuz they suck at it okay they're really terrible people you want to use him get stuff by extorting it and openly it's disgusting they're so freaking dumb this guy is going to get up and kill them. The only thing that Africa and threaten him. And a little changeling would change black and little a****** Paul d would be out everything, he changed in China and nobody knew it he said it must be the soy sauce and it was believe it or not and we lost him several times and he says hair is close you kind of knows about the hair in Africa. You learned it from Kathy and some substance that makes it curl. Here's a simple plan for simple people. Doesn't like you at all either having a few seconds don't do that don't do this out of my face you're a huge incessant a****** I don't know why I was released with you that was like the hardest thing I've ever done you're a huge puke this is our humming tools and threats all day long you get nowhere I looked up and I said I got to get this a****** out of here so find this apartment complex he thought he'd move to he'll move you in and he said look it's a holocaust house smells like s*** too meaning vinyl and s*** too by the way you left you there Wally and you're still an a****** it's a joke okay you idiot you're wrong and everyone hates you we don't care for you because of that he didn't want you to do that and didn't give you permission and now he's going after you with this post

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lightcreators · 1 year ago

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Inside positioning in middle of the landscape of his universe --- for lack of better terms --- he remained within an seat where he could guarantee the safety of most people. As nevertheless limited he was with the authority of his current position, and how he had been informed some inner work would be necessery for offer best use of his organization. As, at the same time, only by existing, no, he cannot promise peace for sure by his own hands. As he didn't believe he was some miracles creator that could generating unexpected results out of nowhere --- but still, can protect an humanity who merited an second chance, can protect an humanity who had to remain unknown about secretive pathways … still protecting an world in which regardless how many hardships he survived he still loved. Which was the core difference coming from his gentle position compared to consequences of seeds of hatred and envy could have created inside his being if such things had been fed. Alternatively of his persona was probably foreshadowing about future decisions, about cross line between good and bad …

Apparently, the other higher being didn't expected such answer. If he was in middle of an mission, he would have been far more busy to watching over everything to have time for an conversation … Besides, it wasn't exactly as he had experience over … higher tangible concepts … in middle of the physical sphere or something who didn't touched an metaphorically perspective of circumstances or triggering sudden familiarity all around. Hence, when they mentioned their children --- he had no idea WHO they were referring to. As amusing another of his self was almost like an omnipotent observer watching over circumstances with an laugh, he remained someone who knew almost nothing … Regardless how many years he passed inside the SHIELD, regardless how many years he had been studying these events he was protector of, he couldn't claim to know everything. The Men in Black themselves, among his own alternative presence among them, proving him even what could be considered alien could simply an nice alteration of perception --- where an sweet name was associated to something far more darker. ❝ Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Divison … an specific intelligence agency. ❞ Around them, it seemed he could explain that part, even if partially. An small laugh followed. ❝ You probably get an little assumption in here. I don't know who you are exactly. I just … feel … you are an higher being, something that loosens all my understanding. ❞ Possibly an consequence of his other self and his interactions, where he had been invited to discovering an larger world of the one he knew by his own perspective … somewhere his eyes and his mind didn't have officially touched yet … An nod followed with an smile. ❝ Of course. I would need … descriptions. Details about how to find them --- ❞ Usually, he would bring his team on this. Usually, he would informing his boss about such things. However, he came to realize --- there was some things even his superiors weren't supposed to know. As himself, usually, as an local agent doing his work, couldn't have fall into with best of luck. Something who belonged to another dimension of myth who had to remained protected …

"Oh?" They raise their eyebrows in surprise when he speaks of keeping the world in peace. That's a good goal for a human to have, of course. But they wonder how he means to accomplish it.

They continue to scan the area for signs of their children, but manage to catch his question. "I'm looking for my children." When he mentions that he can help them, the Creator looks surprised yet again. "SHIELD? Hmmmm....you know what I am? How?"

It's not often that they run into a human who knows who and what the Creator is. And now that they have, they're not certain how they feel about it. Of course, they are an ally to humanity. But they had never expected humans to figure out their true identity.

It's something they'll have to get used to, definitely. As they continue to scan the area for signs of their children, they let out a sigh. Nothing, so far. And this area had seemed so promising.

They decide to take him up on his offer of help. Since they could use some. "I was told that one or more of my children might be in the area. Could you help me find them?" If not, they'll just have to move on. Keep searching. They have to find their children before their evil sister does.

#realmyths #ic :: philip coulson #verse tbt.

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beardedmrbean · 2 years ago

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Shamima Begum, who fled the UK and joined the Islamic State group, was smuggled into Syria by an intelligence agent for Canada.

Files seen by the BBC show he claimed to have shared Ms Begum's passport details with Canada, and smuggled other Britons to fight for IS.

Ms Begum's lawyers are challenging the removal of her citizenship, arguing she was a trafficking victim.

Canada and the UK declined to comment on security issues.

Ms Begum was 15 when she and two other east London schoolgirls - Kadiza Sultana, 16, and 15-year-old Amira Abase - travelled to Syria to join the IS group in 2015.

At the main Istanbul bus station, the girls met Mohammed Al Rasheed, who would facilitate their journey to IS-controlled Syria.

A senior intelligence officer, at an agency which is part of the global coalition against IS, has confirmed to the BBC that Rasheed was providing information to Canadian intelligence while smuggling people to IS.

The BBC has obtained a dossier on Rasheed that contains information gathered by law enforcement and intelligence, as well as material recovered from his hard drives, which provide extraordinary detail about how he operated.

He told authorities that he had gathered information on the people he helped into Syria because he was passing it to the Canadian embassy in Jordan.

Shamima Begum cannot return to UK, court rules

Rasheed, who was arrested in Turkey within days of smuggling Ms Begum to IS, told authorities he had shared a photo of the passport the British schoolgirl was using.

The Metropolitan Police were searching for her, although by the time Canada received her passport details, Ms Begum was already in Syria.

The dossier shows that Ms Begum was moved to Syria through a substantial IS people-smuggling network that was controlled from the group's de-facto capital in Raqqa.

Rasheed was in charge of the Turkish side of this network and facilitated the travel of British men, women and children to IS for at least eight months before he helped Ms Begum and her two friends.

Ms Begum told the BBC's forthcoming I'm Not A Monster podcast: "He organised the entire trip from Turkey to Syria… I don't think anyone would have been able to make it to Syria without the help of smugglers.

"He had helped a lot of people come in… We were just doing everything he was telling us to do because he knew everything, we didn't know anything."

Rasheed kept information about the people he helped, often photographing their ID documents or secretly filming them on his phone.

One recording shows Ms Begum and her friends get out of a taxi and into a waiting car not far from the Syrian border.

Rasheed also gathered information about IS, mapping the locations of the homes of Western IS fighters in Syria, identifying IP addresses and locations of internet cafes in IS-controlled territory, and taking screenshots of conversations he was having with IS fighters.

In one conversation, Rasheed spoke to a man believed to be notorious British IS fighter and recruiter, Raphael Hostey, who says to him: "I need you to work under me. Officially… I want you to help us bring people in."

In a follow-up text, Rasheed asks Hostey: "Can you explain a little, please?"

Hostey says: "Same thing that you're doing now, but you work for us bringing equipment, bringing in brothers and sisters". Mohammed Al Rasheed replies: "I am ready, brother."

Rasheed was arrested in the Turkish city of Sanliurfa not long after he had facilitated the girl's journey to Syria.

In a statement to law enforcement, he said that the reason he had gathered information on everyone he had helped, including Shamima, was because "I was passing this information to the Canadian embassy in Jordan".

Rasheed said that in 2013 he had gone to the Canadian Embassy in Jordan to try to apply for asylum. He said: "They told me they were going to grant me my Canadian citizenship if I collect information about the activities of ISIS."

The BBC has been able to confirm that Rasheed passed in and out of Jordan multiple times between 2013 and his arrest in 2015.

Tasnime Akunjee, the lawyer for the Begum family, said there will be a legal hearing in November to challenge the removal of Ms Begum's citizenship and "one of the main arguments" will be that then-Home Secretary Sajid Javid did not consider that she was a victim of trafficking.

"The UK has international obligations as to how we view a trafficked person and what culpability we prescribe to them for their actions," he said.

Mr Akunjee said it was "shocking" that a Canadian intelligence asset was a key part of the smuggling operation - "someone who is supposed to be an ally, protecting our people, rather than trafficking British children into a war zone".

"Intelligence-gathering looks to have been prioritised over the lives of children," he said.

Shamima Begum is now held in a detention camp in north-east Syria, her citizenship was taken away in 2019 after she emerged from the ashes of the so-called IS caliphate.

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau said intelligence services needed to be "flexible" and "creative in their approaches" to fight terrorism, but "they are bound by strict rules".

"We will continue to ensure that proper oversight is done, and as necessary look at further steps", he added, while speaking at a press conference in Ottawa.

A Canadian Security Intelligence Service spokesman said he could not "publicly comment on or confirm or deny the specifics of CSIS investigations, operational interests, methodologies or activities".

A British government spokesperson said: "It is our long-standing policy that we do not comment on operational intelligence or security matters."

#nunyas news #cool story #she still joined isis though #she wasn't forced to do that #so it should have no baring on her current situation

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matrixaffiliate · 3 years ago

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Reconnaissance

Story Update! FFN and A03

(Chapter 1 Here)

Sirius Black has been sent to find information on a new blip on MI6 radar. Marlene McKinnon is there for the next step in the downfall of one of the worst men on the planet. But they'll need each other to make it all work in the end.

For the amazing @tumbledfreckles because she deserves the best for her birthday week!

Reconnaissance

Chapter 2

Marlene had snuck out of the hotel before the sun had come up. She couldn’t risk Will getting ahold of her after the way she’d left - punching him in the jaw.

She may have promised not to shoot him, but he'd given her no guarantees, and she was sure he wouldn’t have found her parting gift endearing.

She shivered against the memories. It had been ages since someone had taken her by surprise. And longer still since someone had managed to charm her the way Will had. It didn't hurt that his smile made her chest flutter, and his black hair and gray eyes pulled her in and made her want to forget she had a job to do. He was dangerous for no other reason than that. He was also dangerous in that he was somehow tangled up with her target for this mission, Thomas Riddle.

When she helped Sirius pull McNair from the lift, she immediately started looking for the tattoo - the tattoo all of Riddle's henchmen had. She really should have killed McNair in India when she’d had the chance. But she hadn’t been there to kill British citizens while abroad, even if they were smuggling exotic animals through the same places Marlene was tracing human trafficking activity, so she'd tired him up and left him in one of his own cages instead.

But when she found the tattoo under McNair's shirt collar she knew her suspicions six months ago had been right. McNair was a part of Riddle’s ring, and Will was definitely not just another vacationer looking for a few days to unwind with a pretty face. Will was involved with Riddle somehow too, and by the looks of it, he might just be on her side.

But she didn’t know for certain, Wilberforce Fleamont didn’t have the sort of background that would say one way or the other, and her agency hadn’t found anything determining who he might actually be. She didn’t believe that his name was really Will, but as it stood, it didn't really matter. She was there to get incriminating evidence against Riddle and then other agents would leak it to every national intelligence agency they could. The hope was one of the agencies would orchestrate the capture and subsequent prosecution of Riddle.

If things didn't go according to plan, then the agency Marlene worked for would simply assassinate him, but Marlene wasn't over that part of the mission. She was there to steal information.

Which is exactly why she was hiding with her rented Vespa across the street from the hotel. Riddle had left the hotel every morning at seven thirty sharp and didn't return until after dark. She had watched him for three days, taking her time to ensure that Riddle let her face fade into the furniture, so to speak.

But with Will now involved, Marlene couldn't wait any longer. Her cover was in jeopardy. Will knew more than she wanted anyone to know about her on this assignment, and she couldn't risk being exposed.

So today, ready or not, she was going to follow Riddle to wherever he went, and try to be on a plane back to London by tomorrow morning.

"Right on time," Marlene smiled as the black BMW pulled up. Riddle walked out seconds later and climbed into the back seat.

Marlene waited until they were farther down the road before pulling out and trying to tail them without being seen.

It was easy while they were surrounded by shops and hotels, but then the car left town and following it in the countryside became much harder. She didn't dare lose them but it would do her no good to have the driver realize she was there.

Finally she watched the car go in through a gate to what looked like a plantation of some sort. She turned on to the first side road that presented itself and went a good way up it before pulling over and getting out her phone.

Riddle had indeed pulled into a coconut plantation, which was a red flag. Riddle dealt in human trafficking, not agriculture, which left some major concerns about the owners of this plantation. Marlene connected to her agency's database and studied the satellite images taken right before she left on this assignment.

It looked to be just a regular plantation, which was unnerving. Either these plantation owners hadn't yet started assisting in the movement of kidnapped persons, or they were already very, very good at it. Marlene decided there was no way around it, she needed to get on the property.

There was a road that went around the plantation, following the overgrowth of jungle along the perimeter of the property, and on the far side was what looked like a decent place to hide her getaway vehicle. Taking time to memorize what she saw on her screen - the buildings, the paths, where she would hide the Vespa - Marlene took a deep breath and got back on the road.

The thicket ended up being exactly what she hoped it would be and her Vespa blended right in. It also proved to be enough vegetation that it had worn down the fence and breaking out a hole bigger than she needed to fit through was a simple process. Marlene slipped onto the plantation and started for the large house near the center.

She stayed close to the fence while the jungle was thick enough to offer her cover, but when it started to thin as the coconut trees came closer to the fence she pulled on her disguise.

Marlene had seen several locals wearing hats and draping light cloths under them to cover their necks. Rolling her hair under her hat and covering her neck and ears with the cloth left most of her unfairly pale skin covered. Sunglasses helped hide more of her face, and the long sleeve cotton shirt and long cargo pants tucked into her combat boots hopefully created the image of someone you wouldn't look twice at while on a plantation.

It also made her very capable of not only carrying all her weapons on her person, but of being able to fight and run with ease.

Once her disguise was set, she opted to stop hiding in the bushes and to start hiding in plain sight. Marlene walked blatantly toward the plantation house staying on the path like anyone who belonged there would do. She made it all the way without any incidents, even taking time to help carry a couple of baskets of coconuts, cementing the norm in all the memories of the people around her. But once at the plantation house, Marlene moved back to the shadows.

There were twenty or so men sitting around with AR-15's hanging on their backs.

Crap.

Marlene was concerned that she'd need to get inside the house with the front door guarded by two of the men with the rifles, but thankfully, Riddle was sitting outside on the veranda with a man that had graying hair and beady eyes that looked even smaller in the traditional print of his shirt. She snuck close enough to hear and turned her phone recorder on.

"Tom, you still aren't answering my questions.” The man picked up a piece of coconut meat and popped it in his mouth. "I won't agree to anything until I know what you're wanting to bring through my plantation."

"I assure you the money involved will more than cover any costs that may incur, Anthony." Riddle's smile sent shivers down her spine.

"Tom, you don't grow things, so I guess you don't understand. But you could bring something through here with one tiny little seed on it and suddenly all my trees die, I have no way to make a living and all my workers are left without a job."

"I personally would see to it that you'd be well taken care of if that were to happen." Riddle's voice was low. "Have I not protected you thus far?"

"You've provided men with guns that haven't needed to fire a single shot and I don't believe they will. I'm too small a plantation to worry about being targeted by revolutionaries. You said you had something that could help me and you sent me mercenaries. There's no logic in your brain, Tom."

"Anthony, I promise, you'll be glad you have them. But it would help if you let them patrol your plantation and not just sit at the gate house and here by your home."

Anthony shook his head. "Out of the question. They'd distract my workers, Tom, and they'd probably make a mess of my soil. They're a menace."

Marlene grinned, a plan forming in her mind. She remembered a story, unconfirmed but a little side note in Riddle's file, saying that he'd deliberately bombed a factory in Malaysia to get the owners to seek his help. This looked like the same plot again, but she could turn it to her favor here.

Marlene left Riddle and Anthony arguing and went to see about a way to sabotage the whole thing.

First she wanted one of those AR-15's. She scoped out the mercenaries, trying to find one that looked like she could quickly subdue him and thinking up a plan to lure him away.

Then she heard footsteps behind her. Marlene spun to see a mercenary walking towards her and she had nowhere to hide and no place to run.

Crap.

She braced herself for a confrontation, hoping maybe she could talk her way out of a full out fight and then take him down with one hit from behind. But the mercenary stopped and stared at her.

"Else?"

Marlene nearly quit her job as an international spy right then and there.

"Will! What are you doing here!?"

Will stepped closer and pulled his hat further over his eyes. She noticed a slight blue tinge along his jaw and pushed down the stitch of guilt and her immediate reaction to reach out and touch the bruising skin.

"Same as you. We're obviously both here for Riddle."

Marlene wanted to argue with him, but he had just presented her with the perfect opportunity.

"Alright, look, we have a chance to stop something Riddle is trying for here in its tracks. But we've got to act fast."

"I'm listening." Will motioned for them to move between two warehouses. "What do you want to do?"

"Riddle is going to create an attack of some sort to manipulate this plantation owner to let him keep these mercenaries here. We're going to spring the trick early and cause general chaos where these mercenaries all fail and the owner tells Riddle to take his toy soldiers and get lost."

"And we want that?"

"Yes!" Did Will not know what Riddle was?!

"But why?"

Marlene swallowed the urge to yell but not the urge to lash out in her anger. "You're kidding right? Are you trying to waste time? Don’t be an idiot, Will! Anything Riddle wants we want the opposite of it! Literally everything! He's evil, Will! If it wouldn't jeopardize catching everyone involved I'd have killed him when I first saw him at the hotel!"

Will stared at her in silence for several moments before finally speaking. "I'll make you a deal then, Else. I'll help you here and then when we get back to the hotel, you tell me everything you know about Thomas Riddle."

Marlene stared at him.

She shouldn't.

Her agency's number one rule was to lay low. They were a secret international intelligence agency that worked to stop things like human trafficking, and keeping the world from imploding itself with nuclear warfare. With agents in nearly one hundred countries they managed to make a dent in the international crime scene and keep the world spinning. But they didn't directly interact with any country's espionage agencies. They had no diplomatic back up. There were no guarantees they would save you if you got caught.

So, she shouldn't.

But this was a chance to upset Riddle's plan, and save Anthony, and potentially tens of thousands of victims, in the process.

"Deal." She stuck out her hand.

Will shook it with the same confidence he had before they'd had breakfast together, and just like then, Marlene fought to keep her cool. The feeling of his hand wrapped around hers slid right up her arm and warmed her chest.

Focus.

"Do you have a plan or would you be open to suggestions?" Will asked as he released her hand and Marlene struggled to get her head back on straight.

"I'll listen."

Will's smile was a nice reward for those two simple words. "Why not blow up Riddle's BMW? I'm sure I can find everything for a bomb here, and it makes the plantation owner think that Riddle is the target, bringing trouble with him."

Marlene couldn't help the excitement she felt at Will's plan, stamping out her earlier anger. "That's brilliant, Will! What do we need for your bomb?"

He took her hand and Marlene ignored how much she enjoyed the feeling. "Come on, Else, don't tell me you slept through bomb making 101."

She snorted and skirted the truth, "My focus didn't require that class. I took medical applications instead."

Will smirked as he moved into one of the warehouses. "After yesterday, I'm glad you did."

It took the man all of five minutes to find everything, and Marlene kept watch while he played chemist.

"Alright," he held up what honestly looked like a piece of trash. "The darling isn't very pretty, but she'll make a loud bang and Riddle will need a different car to get him back to the hotel."

"Where is his car?" Marlene realized she hadn't seen any cars since getting to the plantation.

"Follow me." He gingerly slipped the bomb under his arm and quickly led Marlene to the other side of Anthony's house and away from the warehouses - his disguise to look exactly like the mercenaries giving them an invincible shield. Thirty feet from the back of Anthony’s house, parked with two older cars, was Riddle's BMW.

"Can we move it away from Anthony's cars? Just enough so that it doesn't leave irreparable damage?” Marlene had been around enough explosions to know what kind of destruction even a small blast could do.

Will shook his head. “That’s a new car, it’ll likely set off an alarm if we try to move it.”

Marlene smiled as she looked at the old car and pick-up truck next to the BMW. “But these two are both older than you and me.”

Will grinned at her, “You’re good at this game, Else.”

“I’ve been playing for a while.” She moved to the car and opened the door before popping the parking brake and giving it a good push. Slowly, the car started rolling forward. Thank heaven for the 1960s.

“How long have you been playing?” Will moved to the truck following her as they moved the cars about twenty yards away.

“Long enough.”

“Your answers are always riveting, Else.”

She ignored him and checked around them again making sure no one was bored enough to come back this way. Anthony’s cars safely out of the way, Marlene kept watch until Will had secured the bomb.

“How do we set it off?”

Will looked bashful, which was far more appealing than it should have been. “I didn’t have any electronics to butcher so it’s just a pull string.” He held up a decent sized roll of twine.

Marlene bit her lip and looked around. Her eyes landed on an old cinder block building, probably an old well house that wasn’t used anymore based on the fact that the roof was long gone and half of the right side of the building had fallen in.

“What about that?” She pointed to the well house. “Is your twine long enough to get there?”

Will surveyed it. “Yeah, let’s give it a go.”

Carefully they strung his twine out, coming up three feet short of the old well house.

“Get in there,” Will knelt down on the ground, shifting the AR on his back. “I’ll pull the string and then get in there after the bomb goes off.”

Marlene stared at him. “We’re not that far away, let’s just get another string or a stick or something.”

“Why?” Will shrugged and laid flat on the ground.

“Because that blast is going to send things flying on top of you!” This man was infuriating! She looked around for a stick or anything that would lengthen the string.

“Your concern is touching, Else, especially after that right hook from yesterday, but we’re running out of time. Who knows how long a getaway is going to take us. So let’s give this plantation owner a good scare and Riddle a piece of your mind and get out of here.” He took a firm hold of the string and looked at her with an intensity that had her chest tightening. “Get back in there.”

Marlene pushed her anger down and glared at him. “You’re maddening!”

“The feeling is mutual, gorgeous, but we can talk about that later.” Will turned away from her and pressed himself closer to the ground, his fist wrapped around the string ready to pull. “I took bomb making, you took medical applications. I make the decisions about the bomb, you make the decisions about the medical procedures. Now get in there, Else.”

“Fine!” She climbed into the well house, muttering loud enough for him to hear what a stupid man he was. She’d just hunkered down and shoved her fingers in her ears when her whole body shook with the explosion. The cinder blocks shifted against her back, mortar fell in chunks and dirt sifted over her. Marlene took a deep breath to steady herself and pulled her fingers out of her ears only to hear the sounds of machine gun fire.

Will.

She moved from her corner, hand going for her pistol, when Will jumped over the wall and tumbled down next to her.

“Are you alright?!” She knelt next to him and felt panic start to settle in her gut when she felt that his side was wet. Marlene swore and grabbed his arm. “Have you been shot?!”

“No,” Will groaned and sat up. “Got hit by the shrapnel.” He hissed and pulled off the black mercenary jacket, slightly shredded on the left near the waist. His white t-shirt beneath it was red on his left side and Marlene could see a few pieces of metal still in his skin.

“I heard gunfire.” Marlene carefully helped Will pull off his shirt. “I thought you were in trouble.”

“No,” Will hissed again as she carefully pulled his shirt free of the shrapnel, taking two pieces of the metal out of his skin along with it. “I was trying to create more confusion. I shot at some trees on the other side of the house, so they’ll think there are attacks coming on multiple sides.”

“Smart.” Marlene went to say more but heard shouting.

Will put a finger to his lips and then gestured for her to get on with his shrapnel removal. “Your area of expertise.” He whispered.

Marlene rolled her eyes and removed her hat and sunglasses, then slid her shirt over her head, suddenly feeling very aware of her own skin in her tank-top. She really shouldn’t be so drawn to this man. Just because they were both against Riddle did not mean that they were working for the same end goal. But that didn’t stop her from responding to everything Will did. Or blushing at the way his eyes traced her bare shoulders, down her neckline, and then back up to her lips.

She pulled out her multi-tool and alcohol wipes from her pockets, then cleaned the pliers and knife before moving to clean the wounds and start getting the metal out of his skin. He hissed loudly when the alcohol touched his broken skin and spasmed away from her. Marlene moved her arm to gently but firmly push him back against the wall, pointedly ignoring how chiseled the muscles under her hand were. The shouting continued around them and Marlene prayed they wouldn’t come this way until she was done bandaging up Will and they could make a run for it.

Will’s self-control was impressive; he didn’t make a single sound aside from his hissing here and there as she pulled out pieces of metal and cleaned his wounds. Thankfully it didn’t look like anything had gone too deep. Once she was satisfied, Marlene grabbed her discarded shirt and cut it into long strips before tying them firmly around Will’s torso. Will pulled his bloody shirt back over his head and then put the black jacket back on.

“Thank you, I’m very glad you didn’t learn to make bombs.” He leant close to her, whispering directly against her ear, like he’d done when he’d pinned her to the wall in the custodian closet. And just like before, Marlene felt her breath catch in her chest and her whole body leant into him. Then his hand was on the small of her back. “But we should try and get away from here before those mercenaries think to search the area, or worse, the local police force.”

Marlene shook herself and nodded. Will was right, they needed to move. She slipped everything into her pockets before putting her hat and sunglasses back on. “I’ve got a Vespa on the far side of the plantation. If we can get there we can get back to the hotel.”

“I’ll follow you.” Will looked out one of the holes at the shouting mercenaries and plantation workers. “We’ll want to go out the back.”

“There’s no back door, just this part that’s fallen in close to the front,” she whispered and looked out at the scene. Sure enough, there were people everywhere. Thankfully, no local law enforcement yet, but there was no way she and Will would be able to make it out through the side of the building without being seen.

“Hold on.” Will looked at the corner of the back wall where the side of the building was already collapsing. He knelt next to it and began pushing until one of the bricks gave way and moved. Marlene watched him slowly slide the block out, the next block now giving way with greater ease, and finally a third block, leaving a hole big enough to squeeze through.

Wil struggled to slip out, but managed it without toppling the whole building down on them. Then Marlene squeezed through the hole and they moved further back into the vegetation. Will stepped up behind her and placed a hand on the small of her back again, leaning in to whisper against the shell of her ear. “Lead on, Else.”

Marlene indulged in pressing against Will for half a second before getting them moving.

First, she just wanted to get away from the explosion site, and led him as far back into the brush as she could get. She didn’t stop until the growth got too entangled to easily move. They’d at least have a decent hiding spot here while she determined which way to go next. She reached for her phone to determine the direction that would allow them to cut through this jungle of plants to the path near her Vespa when Will pushed her down to the ground, covering her entire body with his own. Marlene looked up just as an ocelot jumped from one of the trees, landing a few feet away from where she’d been standing.

The cat looked put out with them for ruining its fun - the animal didn't look big enough to eat her - and as it stalked away Marlene’s anger at the thing briefly had her considering killing it but she couldn't focus long enough because Will was completely pressed against her.

When Will had pressed her against the wall in the hotel Marlene had struggled to keep control, but pressed against the ground, his hands and arms wrapping around her in protection of her rather than in protection against her, left Marlene's control slipping like sand through a sieve.

His arms slowly slid against her as he started to press up. Marlene rolled over and stopped him before he could completely lift himself away from her. She pushed her sunglasses away and grabbed his bicep.

"Thanks."

"No problem." His voice was graveled as he looked down at her, gray eyes tracing from the crown of her head to her lips before meeting her gaze. "Else?" He leant closer.

"Will?" Marlene pushed closer, bringing her nose to knock against his.

Will swore once before closing the distance and pressing her back against the dirt with a searing kiss. The weight of his body trapped her beneath him as he lowered back down, and Marlene moaned as his tongue slid against her lips, pressing, parting, twining, savoring. Her hands pushed up, starting in his hair before moving down and running against his chest, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt, pushing his jacket further out of the way to trace the whole plane of his body.

He hissed when she brushed against the bandages on his left side and Marlene jerked back.

"Sorry," her chest rose with labored breaths, pressing against his torso. "I forgot."

"Me too," Will gave a shaky chuckle before pushing off of her.

Marlene was suddenly cold in the tropical heat.

Will stood and held out his hand. “Ready?”

Marlene looked at his hand, feeling her whole body cry out to take his hand and back him up against a tree while she savored the taste of him again. But they were technically behind enemy lines and this really wasn't the place. So she steadied herself and let him pull her to stand.

Will immediately pulled her back into him, his other hand cupping her neck while his lips landed on hers in a kiss that pulled every last ounce of oxygen from her lungs. She gasped when he pulled back, wishing he would have just let her faint from lack of air.

Will kept her close, brushing his nose against hers before resting their foreheads against each other. "What do you say we make good our escape and then see where picking that back up leads us?"

Marlene laughed, and couldn’t care how breathless she sounded. “Let’s get out of here.”

She and Will worked slowly through the trees and undergrowth between them and her Vespa. It took the better part of an hour to cover what had initially taken Marlene fifteen minutes, but they finally made it to the thicket where she'd climbed through the hole in the fence.

"Are you bringing the AR or leaving it here?" Marlene asked as she pushed the leaves away from the opening.

Will chuckled, "I'm going to hold on to it, just to be safe. Last thing we want is to end up with people shooting at us and just my 30 rounds of .45 to keep us moving."

"I've got 14 rounds of .9 to add to that but good point." Marlene pushed through the hole in the fence and reached out for the rifle as Will handed it through. "Careful as you come through, it's not a huge opening."

Will smirked at her and Marlene felt the heat move through her entire body but she stared him down, daring him to make the joke - part of her hoping he would.

He managed to slide through without too much issue and then stepped up to her, taking the AR in hand. "How was that?" He leant closer, keeping his lips just out of reach.

"Adequate." Marlene's voice was all breath as she stared up at him.

He smirked, pulling the AR from her grasp, and stepped back. "There's always next time."

Marlene realized a second too late she was gawking at him.

"Coming, Else?"

Marlene grunted and stepped up to help him pull the Vespa from its hiding spot.

"A scooter, eh?" Will chuckled and tied his mercenary jacket around his waist.

"The shop owner wouldn't rent me a motorcycle. Said a woman had no business riding one." Marlene felt her anger bubble up again.

But then strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against a wall of hard muscle and the anger rushed out of her with her breath. Will's lips ghosted her ear again. "Then he's a weak, weak man, Else."

Leaning back into him was involuntary. Instinct. Her body taking over and pressing herself against him. Melding her form to his. His scent filled her and cocooned her, the smells of the earth around them, of gunpowder from him firing the AR and riding out the explosion, the leather of the mercenary jacket, all layered over an underlying scent of something heady and crisp. His hands wrapped around her waist melding her against him as his lips made contact with the skin behind her ear. She gasped and his hands wandered up from her waist and his lips moved lower down her neck.

"Will."

He ignored her.

"Will." She brought her hand up to his hair.

He continued to ignore her.

"Will!" She forced herself to push forward, away from him even when everything cried out to stay right there with his arms wrapped around her and his lips on her skin.

Will's expression was primal when Marlene turned to face him and she found it nearly impossible to breathe.

"Let's get out of here," she panted.

Something seemed to pull Will out of his trance and he pulled in a shuddering breath before nodding. "Right, let's go."

Will climbed on the scooter behind her and Marlene spent the entire ride back trying to ignore his hands on her hip bones as his fingers pressed into her skin. She'd never focused so hard on the road in her entire life - not even on her practical driving exam.

But somewhere in that drive back to the hotel, her mind registered that driving through the streets with a man that had blood on his shirt and an AR-15 on his back probably wasn't the way to avoid attention.

She pulled off the road before they reached the more populated part of town.

"We should find you a clean shirt and a way to hide the AR."

"Good idea." Will kept his hands on her hips a moment longer before stepping off the scooter and slowly sliding his hands along her waist as he went. "Here." He pressed a wad of bills into her hand. "I'll stay with the scooter, see if you can buy a duffle bag and a new shirt."

Marlene shifted the coat to feel where she'd bandaged him. "And some real medical supplies too. I'll be quick."

Will snagged her around the middle. "Don't get careless."

Marlene didn't let herself think about it, she pressed forward and kissed him, tangling her hands in his hair, pushing away the voice in her head that told her she was raising the stakes in an already dangerous game.

"You either," she murmured and eased out of his arms towards the shops and vendors she'd seen while following Riddle out of town.

Twenty minutes later she returned with a large black duffle bag, a black T-shirt, and an arm full of everything she could find to more properly care for Will's shrapnel wounds.

"Let's return your scooter," Will dropped the mercenary jacket as Marlene handed him what was left of his cash. "Keep anyone from realizing we've been all that far from the hotel."

"And then back to your room so I can check that shrapnel wound."

Will shook his head. "It's fine."

Marlene fixed him with a glare. "I'm sorry, I don't recall phrasing that as a question."

Will smirked back at her. "A deal, Else?"

"You're always looking for a bargaining chip." Marlene huffed and deliberately turned away from him while he pulled off his ruined shirt, shoving the AR into the duffle.

He had enough sway over her as it was.

"Guilty.” Will stepped into her space, his again covered chest pressed against hers, his gray eyes holding her against him almost as strongly as his arms had back at the plantation. “I’ll let you be in control, but you and I team up.” His hand came to slide along her hip as his voice went low. “Officially.”

#reconnaissance #blackinnon #blackinnon fic #muggle au #spies au #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #marauders #harry potter fanfiction #romance #adventure

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vinni-dragon · 1 year ago

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Big ramble, 4am, bad formatting, etc. etc. I can get more into it with some prompting but rn I'm just gonna fuckin ramble until I lose my train of thought so PLEASE bear with me LMAO

All throughout DMC 5 it feels like Dante is just straight up not even in the same room as everyone else at any given moment. Like, Dante is an asshole. He's always been an asshole. But the way he just?? Blanks so many interactions in 5 is WILD to me.

It's hard for me to articulate in text, and is/has been waaaay easier to do it verbally when my sister and I are having our daily DMC bitch, but like? Like I guess a lot of the dialogue in DMC5 feels a little bit like nobody is listening to each other, and it probably comes off as nitpicky, but it's especially atrocious with Dante. Even moreso in the way he interacts with Nero.

Vergil appearing and Nero literally standing still, doing fuck all, and Dante getting smacked around and then turning to Nero (again, unmoving this entire time) and saying "Get out of my way Nero!" before proceeding to run past him because he already had plenty of space.

Or the way Dante knows from the beginning of 5 that Urizen is Vergil, and has known since 4 that Vergil is Nero's father, but withholds this information the entire time up until the very last possible moment. Then it's there that he crushes Nero with the reality that he's been deprived of a family for so long and now the only family he has is dead-set on destroying itself without him having any agency in the matter.

Dante chose to deprive Nero of a familial connection, and when he finally went back on that, it was to give him a reason why Nero shouldn't kill Vergil. (Which Nero didn't even express wanting to do?)

Like: "You can't kill your dad, but I can kill my brother."

As if Nero has ever been known to want to kill PEOPLE?

Even in 4, there are multiple encounters Nero has with Dante while Dante is still actively a threat to him and has his BACK to Nero, and Nero DOES NOT attack him or engage him violently. After Nero gets the Yamato, even when Dante is antagonizing him, he's more interested in just trying to avoid and get past him. Yes it's because it's more important to him to get to Kyrie, but we see the way he engages with real threats. He was only ready to fight Dante when Dante insisted on fighting him.

I'll also note I consider their first meeting where Nero goes absurdly all-out to be an outlier, because by Nero's perception, Dante just committed an act of terror by slaughtering a bunch of humans. And it's after this point that he's much more docile around Dante.

Nero is, for all intents and purposes, completely harmless unless provoked. He wouldn't even kill Agnus despite his multiple threats to do so, which almost got HIMSELF killed!

So for Dante to know this, and we know he knows this, and figure that Nero would still have his heart set on killing Vergil after learning that he was human? That they were family??? It's such a massive misstep.

I know that it COULD reasonably be Dante simply lacking the empathy to understand that Nero values family, but by expressing this principle that it would be wrong for Nero to kill his own father, it tosses that idea out the window entirely because it establishes some level of emotional intelligence that I simply refuse to believe ends at actually understanding Nero on an emotional level.

It's just something I find INCREDIBLY frustrating after a few playthroughs and really really thinking about it. Probably to the point of overthinking but, hey, that's what a hyperfixation does to a mf. I really love these characters so it makes me genuinely sad when I see such a greatly missed opportunity for them to connect.

The way Dante is able to be so cold even to Nero, it's like, heartbreaking. Which is awesome!!! But I don't think that that was the desired effect? Y'know what I mean?

AGAIN this is mostly a string of consciousness ramble, so I'm sorry if it's incomplete or makes no sense but I hope it gives some insight about how I feel ab Dante's DMC5 characterization. I don't think I did a great job explaining everything I feel since this is just one part of it, but y'know. 4am very tired blah blah blah.

I'm also definitely more than willing to talk at length about this when my hands don't hurt 😂

I completely understand why Dante comes off cold to Nico in the scene where she gives him Dr. Faust - he watched her grandmother die after growing very fond of her, and he also killed her biological father. It's awkward.

But that "you don't much look like her" comment was probably one of the biggest dick moves Dante ever pulled - and he's pulled a lot of dick moves!

#devil may cry #dante dmc #nero dmc #vergil dmc #dmc4 #dmc5 #devil may cry 4 #devil may cry 5 #ramble #rant #stream of conciousness

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msilwrites · 3 years ago

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(A 3AM Short Story) - (SHORT 1/2) - The Dark Knight

A/N: Hi guys, I have a lot of drafts I've been editing inside the draft folder of my Tumblr page. Sorry that I have not published them, I'm aware I make a lot of grammar mistakes, therefore, just I want them to be written properly, for it to have a strong narrative voice and can be easily understood.

Nonetheless, here is one of them...

Let me add, I'm actually busy updating my other stories, so do standby for that!

Cast -

'Q' is an Original Character

'K' / Kieran Sorensen - Mads Mikkelsen

WARNING: SEXUAL TENSIONS.... you need cold water!

The Dark Knight

Even before Q was known as 'Q', she was first a trainee under 'K' or Kieran, her commanding officer. However, she didn't expect to work beside him after finishing her training and working for the MI6. Neither did she expect that he was preparing her to take over once he steps down. That he wanted her to succeed him.

It all started when she entered the training programme. He had interviewed her for the first time, whilst holding on to the piece of paper which contained information about her background.

A woman who spent her primary education in Dragon School, and a secondary education at top international school in Shanghai, before graduating tertiary in Cambridge. With these, she could've been considered a 'strong candidate'.

"Privileged..." was his reply, upon reading everything. He clearly wasn't impressed. "You're probably very intelligent, but do you have grit?"

She gulped nervously and was thankful enough that she didn't write anything about her grandfather being an admiral or her father being an officer.

She remembered what he had told her clearly the first time, which is why it was a surprise to her that he considered her as a 'successor'.

Her job was something classified, she was not a field agent, but her duty was akin to that of a chess player, a tactician, a strategist and her chess pieces, were the agents under her command. And the playground was the operations she led and handled. And after a long time, she became good at it.

Throughout the years, she slowly got the hang of it, and finally earned the respect of her colleagues and superiors, specially Keiron, who had eventually become fond of her.

Everything was fine until she received a piece of devastating news.

Q's mother had committed suicide and her sister had a breakdown. At first, she couldn’t believe it. She knew her mother would never do such a thing! Didn’t she just remarry a good man who also happens to be wealthy? and had told her that she is in love with her new husband? That didn’t sound like the jovial mother she had often talked to over the phone. But as the details and truth began to resurface, everything became clearer...

As Q dug deeper for the truth, receiving the suicide note, her mother’s diary, the Private Investigator’s report and her sister’s story, one thing became clear; the cause of her family’s ruin was her mother’s new husband; Vincenzo Rosello.

Much to the family’s dismay, the truth was something painful to learn. Q broke down and cried. She considered dropping everything, just to get to her sister.

Her sister Helene, according to the report given to her by the investigator, was locked up in a private mental institution/ rehab in Mallorca and was given medication that had kept her mind blank every day.

Her grandfather and father were willing to do anything to get Helene rescued. But Q knew that if both her grandfather and father made a move, it will cause a diplomatic problem for the country. It was enough pretext for them that they should not intervene or try anything. Besides, the fact that the information was classified and Vincenzo Rosello was no ordinary man, makes it no easy task for her grandfather and father who holds high positions in the government, compared to her, a 'small fly'. So Q talked her family out of it and took it upon herself to rescue her sister, whatever it took.

At first, Q leaks the story to BBC News and CNN through an agent contact in Madrid, believing that public sympathy and pressure would force the country to intervene. However, Kieron Sorensen had done something, causing the networks to retract the news as a hoax.

Q was angry of course, upon learning of what happened. But she couldn't show it, and couldn't let anyone know that it was her who had leaked the information.

She didn't know what was coming for her until Kieron summoned her to his office.

"Ah, Q, please take a seat," Kieron offers, as she closes the door behind her. She had a feeling he might try to pry something out of her, but whatever it was, she decided that she will not admit to anything.

"What did you call me for?"

"Straightforward as always! Well, do you remember the painting at the museum that we saw?" he starts.

She scratches her head and thought how random the question was. "Which painting?"

"In front of the painting where I first handed you your badge," he said.

She suddenly remembered the event years ago, when he had welcomed her officially to the agency, by giving her a gun and badge inside a box, at a gallery, right in front of a painting. It looked more like a transaction between two people instead of a 'welcome' due to its secret, unnoticeable nature.

"Yes... what about it?"

"What was the painting again?" he asked.

"A knight and a lady," was her answer.

"A yes! 'A knight and his lady'! remember what I told you that time?"

"That there is no knight in shining armour to the rescue, that you are your own knight..." she casually mentions.

"And?" asking her to continue.

"That we should not aspire to be white knight, but a 'dark knights'" she rolls her eyes, thinking that this was a waste of time. "If there is anything else, I would like to go. I have a lot more paperwork to do,"

Kieron smiled " I am glad you remember, what is this then?" he pushes a paper towards her, containing the report that was leaked to the networks.

" I do not know what is this about?" she feigns ignorance.

His handsome face twists into a cynical smile. "Oh Q, isn't that your sister in the news?"

"Yes, I can see that, but we have been estranged ever since our parents divorced..." she lied. In fact, she almost communicated with them every day.

"I see..." Kieron folds his hands and takes a long hard look at her, which made her uncomfortable, but she was not going to give anything away. "I just want to remind you not to play the 'Dark Knight' in this situation. I'm not saying it was you who did this but consider the position your family would be in."

"Is that a threat, Director?" she clenched her teeth.

"No, it's a warning..." was his response, followed by a handsome smile, that she had so wanted to punch.

"Duly noted..." was her resigned response.

"I'm glad you understand, we have to always choose and preserve the greater good..."

"Greater good? so you want me to abandon my sister?" her voice was strained, as anger began to rise within her.

"I never said that... What I'm saying is, incidents like this can be considered as something against the agency and the government "

"I am aware of that and don't need you to remind me..." was her curt reply.

"I will not tolerate insubordination, and I will not back you up or rescue you if you continue this," he adds.

"I did not break any rules..." was her firm response, bent on not admitting anything.

" If that is so, you are to take a two-week compassionate leave,"

"I don't need it, I have a lot of work to do," she says, brushing it off.

"It's not a request, it's an order..." was his stern reply. "You're not into step into the office within those two weeks,"

"You can't do that?! I have a lot of work to do, and people who depend on me," she insists. She knew the moment she leaves the office, she will be unable to access some resources needed to rescue her sister.

"That's all taken care of," he said nonchalantly.

She felt her plans fall apart. It was obvious why Kieron was doing this. And that is to prevent her from taking any action, and this made her extremely frustrated.

" You have 2 days to finish whatever you can. After that, surrender your access card and gun before you go..." he adds, which finally broke the camel's back.

In a fit of anger, Q bolts out of her seat and attacks Kieran, pulling his arm forward, and punches his face the moment she had close the distance, which caught him off guard.

But a seasoned combatant like Kieron had recovered quickly and caught her body, swung her into his back and slammed her hard on the table.

Q, flinched in pain, but was not one to give up, countered his attack by trying to lock his arm, forcing him into submission. However, he was able to free himself from it and back throws her, causing her to land on the nearby couch with a loud thud.

But before she could even recover, Kieron had already gone on top of her and held both her wrist above her head, pinning her down the couch in a compromising position.

He leans close to her face and whispers to her ears, "You do that again, I will not be as merciful..."

She felt goosebumps on her neck with what he did. It was no mistake, she was turned on. It was also not a big help that Kieron is a handsome man. She did not want to look at him in the eye, or the feelings that she had withheld inside her, for him, all these years, might just spill...

He drags her back up and buttons the top part of her shirt, which she had not noticed was open. Some of the buttons were gone due to the physical altercation that had happened between them earlier. Her face felt warm as she looked away, as the gesture felt sensual and intimate. A significant other is supposed to do these things, not your boss! And certainly not after a fight!

He stilled her and gently tilted her chin to meet up his gaze. For a moment she was lost in his citrine eyes.

"Don't cause trouble, I would hate to lose you..." he whispered, and it felt more of a warning. "Go..." he turns around and walks back to his table, waving her off.

"Damn him..." she muttered under her breath as she went back to her small office. She had only two days to do her work, in addition to getting whatever resources she needs to rescue her sister. If Kieron thought this setback will discourage her, then he is wrong.

**********

After two days of work, the moment she had reached home, she had finally decided to go off-grid. She knew the moment she had left the agency, Kieron would've probably put her under watch list.

Pushing a heavy bookshelf on the side, the self glided easily despite its weight, revealing a small secret room with a vault inside her apartment. On one part of the shelf, was two fake passports and identity cards she had procured over the years, on one part was a thick clipping of the currency 'Euros'. She takes them and throws packs into her bag, before coming back for the vault, and taking another handphone.

She leaves her handphone on the bedside table and didn't plan on taking it with her to Spain. Kieron surely would use it to track her and she couldn't risk anyone knowing her plans and ruin them.

But before leaving, she messages her father;

'Perseus is coming for Andromeda'

**********

Mallorca, Spain

Q was not surprised that it was raining hard the moment she arrived at Mallorca. It was after one of their coldest seasons.

She wasted no time and immediately embraced her new identity, Geórgia Santos, a woman from Terrassa who will work as the cleaner at the psychiatric hospital where her sister, Helene is confined.

She eventually took on her role well, and immediately gained the respect of the medical staff within a few days of working as a cleaner. She even gained information who are some of the patients, through gossip with the nurses.

By the end of the week, she learned that the forbidden room she wasn't allowed to enter was the same room Helene is solely confined in. Not only because it was guarded. Moreover, thrice a week, a man comes to visit the room and stays there for almost a whole day, and he would ask the staff about his 'prisoner' in the room.

Upon learning the whole truth, she had sneaked in one night into her sister's room and found her in a state any family member would not like to see. Her informer was right, Helene was kept mentally blank every day. She had eventually bribed the nurse and the doctor assigned in Helene's room for information and their silence. According to the nurse she had bribed for information, the ‘stepfather’ would often visit Helene and stay at her quarters for a ‘very long time'.

Flabbergasted, Q calls out the nurse for not doing anything. But the nurse reasons that the ‘stepfather’ is a powerful man and they themselves were afraid to go against him. When she made it known that she wanted to take Helene from the institution and bring her back to England, the nurse and the doctor, though feeling guilty, advised her not to, as Vicenzo Rosello will not allow it. It will put the whole staff in jeopardy.

When she promised a way out, and a way to cripple Vicenzo, so that he would not misdirect his anger. Both of them immediately agreed and cooperated.

"Saint George, has seen the dragon" she sends another cryptic message to her father. What it actually meant is that she had seen Vicenzo.

The messaging window indicated 'typing' for a long time. She knew her father was holding back the anger, he was surely thinking of giving an order to kill. But no, he seems to have thought it through.

"Saint George should not slay the dragon," was his response followed by "Yet...".

Q chuckled upon receiving the message. Oh, the many ways they plan to hurt Vicenzo. After all, killing him immediately is an easy way out. They should torment him every chance they get, after what happened to her mother and Helene.

Unbeknownst to the agency, within her two last days before her compassionate leave. She had forged a directive signed by the agency's head to begin "Operation Persues" a rescue mission that is spearheaded by the SAS that she had developed within a short amount of time as 'Plan B" for her own attempt to rescue her sister.

On the night of the extraction, the moment the power was cut, Q hurriedly rushed to the floor where her sister was confined. The guards were out so she was able to easily enter her room.

When she entered Helene's room, she found her sleeping soundly in the dark, much to her relief. She checks her watch to see how much time she has. She could carry her sister to the nearby coastline herself where a boat is supposedly waiting for them, or wait for the soldiers she assigned to guide them there.

Her plan was to get Helene to Madrid and have her transported via car (as she was not mentally stable) to the south of France where their grandfather was waiting for them.

She felt her hands grow cold, as the clock ticks. The guards will be back any time now, and she has no gun to neutralize them if it comes into an altercation.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of a suppressor, followed by a loud thud on the floor. There was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal an imposing figure standing in the door frame, dressed in black night ops camouflage, with a large rifle. A normal person would probably be scared if they see him. After all, he looked like the stuff of 'nightmares' specially with his face covered, and his eyes were night-vision lenses that made him look like a multi-eyed monster.

"She's not stable," she whispers to the man. " I'm afraid of her waking up, and causing a commotion. "

The man nodded in understanding, before signalling another soldier outside of the room to come in.

The other soldier takes out a syringe containing a sedative to calm Helene down, in case she wakes up. In any other situation, Q would be fine, doing it to the target. She had carried out a lot of operation that needed this course of action. But now that they're doing it to her sister, she felt a little conflicted.

Another soldier enters the room and carries Helene out carefully. The first soldier, who first entered the room pulls out a gun from one of his armour's holsters and hands it to her.

"Thank you," she says softly, glad that he was considerate enough to give her a weapon to defend herself.

In a few minutes time, the power will come back, they needed to get to the nearby coastline by foot, as the sound of the car can attract attention this late at night, at a quiet place like this.

The smell of the incoming rain was obvious to her, the moment they stepped out of the hospital, they needed to get to the boat before the rain falls. There were 5 soldiers, and the boat can only carry 5 people, which meant two should stay ashore, and leave in another way.

"I will see you at Bordeaux, give her to the Admiral as instructed..." she says, referring to her grandfather, as she instructs the soldiers and they respond with a nod. She trusted them enough to carry their duty. Moreover, it wasn't the first time working with the SAS.

She watched as the boat left the shore, and turned away once she can no longer see them in the distance.

Turning her attention back to the soldier who stayed behind with her, she realized that it was the same person who first entered the room earlier and passed her a gun. Though she could not see his face like the rest of them, it was his aura that separates him from his team. He seemed like a very seasoned soldier and she wouldn't be surprised if he was, as her guest and observations were often right.

"Thank you for staying behind, I do not know if you have a plan B, but I'll take care of us here, from now on. And we'll be back in London before you know it!" she tries to convince him, but he did not respond and just stared at her. She sighed in resignation and asks him to follow her, as the rain began to fall.

Not far from the hospital was a small cabin she had rented as her temporary quarters.

"Come in..." She opens the door and holds it open for him.

The moment they entered the house, he was met with countless papers, photographs, stuck on a corkboard, and a few, small spy tech, including a laptop. The rest, was just a small kitchen, a small fireplace, bathroom, a queen-size bed, and a small couch, nothing more, nothing less. The small house looked like an operational briefing room, instead of living quarters.

"I'm sorry about the mess, I'll burn them once we leave, go make yourself at home. You must be tired so you can take my bed and I won't mind it, I'll sleep on the couch" she uttered mindlessly, as she started packing some of the equipment for more space. "Besides, I need to forge a few papers here and there to get us out of here, I'll buy you new clothes tomorrow too," she adds, turning towards him, still without a response.

"So, uhh... I don't plan on seeing you in the raw, so... just cover yourself up with a blanket" she sighed, though she meant well, not wanting him to stay in his damp clothes, she felt sorry for the guy. He probably thinks she's a weird pervert now for saying that carelessly. "Sorry, I came unprepared for this part. I didn't know it will rain..." she reasons.

The man finally sits down on the couch and makes himself comfortable, and began slowly dismantling his rifle.

She heaved another sigh, before remembering the gun he has handed her earlier on. "Ah yes, I almost forgot, here's your gun, I-" she paused for a moment and disarmed it, removing the silencer and the bullets and then she felt a certain texture on one side of the gun and saw an engraved quote;

'This is a tool, I am the weapon'

There was no mistake, this was her gun that the agency confiscated before she left for her 2 weeks leave. How did a special ops soldier end up having it?

She looked at him confused. "H-How did you?"

The man's answer was silence and then he took off his night visions goggles and his mask, only to reveal Kieran, underneath the camo.

"Shit..." she muttered under her breath, as alarms started ringing inside her head. This operation was unsanctioned, to begin with, and the only way she was able to carry it was by using her and her father's money, forging signatures for approval and unprofessionally using the companies resources to carry out the rest, which she knew she had distorted the evidence so that they will not find out.

"How... how did you-?" she was lost for words.

"You made a small blunder... that's how I found out..." he says sternly, as he slowly approached her, his expression was cold. She knew what was coming. He was going to kill her in cold blood. It didn't matter if she was his prodigy and that they've been colleagues for a decade, or that he was fond of her. Kieran was first and always a cold-blooded assassin/operative, even before he became the division head. She heard the stories, and she witnessed how cold and cruel he could be. Nor does he take betrayal well. And this unsanctioned operation is considered betrayal in the agency's eyes, and his. And what happens when one commits 'insubordination? if lucky they can get away with getting court-martialed if not, they are 'neutralized'.

Unfortunately, she will be getting the latter.

But she didn't want to die. She wanted to reunite with her family, to finally be there for Helene, after years apart. To finally mourn her mother properly. She didn't want her family to have another person to mourn for. She wants to live, and she will fight to live.

Wasting no time, she throws the gun at his face, as she didn't have enough time to re-assemble everything.

"Fuck..." Kieran cursed under his breath when the heavy metal hits his chests and was followed by the silencer before she made a run for it outside.

*****

The backwoods was dark, and she almost tumbled down, running. Especially now that it rained heavily, the place was slippery. This setback was certainly something she didn't expect. She needed to gather her thoughts and think of a plan C. She did remember that she had kept backup 'necessities' in a locker at the port. She just needed to get there safely and get Kieron off her trail.

However, before she could make her next move. A pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, swung her to his shoulders, and then throws her back down into the ground.

"That's for earlier..." Kieran mentions as he circled around her.

"This is not fair, I thought you were a gentleman!" she says, in spite of the situation.

"I am... I haven't injured you yet, haven't I?" was his playful remark. "Get up!"

She struggled to get up and glared at him. " You think this is a game?"

"And you thought I wasn't serious when I warned you? Remember, every action has a consequence and this is yours..."

She finally gets up and rushes forward to attack him. He immediately blocks her fist, but she kicks his knees, breaking his stance.

He quickly recovers and prepares for an attack, but she had jumped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and using the force of her momentum to throw him back down to the ground. She quickly grabs his back leg and twists it.

Quickly wrapping her legs around his, she cranks it the wrong way, pulling it forward, hyperextending it, in an attempt to dislocate and cripple him.

He screams in pain, as she put him into a kneebar submission. However, he quickly counters her move by kicking the back of her knee with his free leg and freeing his other leg out in the process.

Unable to continue the kneebar, Kieron immediately grapples with her once he was free. But she was too quick and got away quickly.

"Not bad..." he laughs.

She tried to catch her breath and glared back at him. She rather escapes than prolong this fight. Fighting against a veteran like Kieron is futile. However, before she could make a run for it, he moves forwards and quickly strikes her in the gut, causing her to lose air and then consciousness.

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It was 4 am according to her clock when she gained consciousness once again and found herself with her arms tied up to the bedpost.

The only thing that serves light in the room was the small fireplace, and Kieron was in front of it smoking a cigarette, with nothing but a blanket on, wrapped around his waist.

If this was any other situation, this was a wet dream come true. She had always been curious about the body underneath those sharp custom made, Saville-Row suits and smart apparel he wore to work. He was like those silver fox models that were displayed in GQ and not once did she see him undone and raw like this. Heck, he looked good even when doing violent interrogations.

His body was muscularly lean and well-toned, with scars here and there. In short words, he's damn hot.

She sighs and takes in the sight before her. It was probably the last thing she would see and remember him for before he ends her life.

"Like what you see?" he teased.

"Put a shirt on... you're ugly..." was her rude response.

He laughs out loud and stares at her.

"Just kill me..." she pleads. She was not willing to go through torture and interrogation, and she knew that was coming next.

He gets up and seats down on the side of the bed. "But I'm not done with you yet...." he whispers.

" We can be done in a minute, I will tell you everything. I admit to it. I forged all your signatures for approval, used the agencies resources to gather information and used my own savings to fund this operation. That is all... now... do what you have to do..." she says in resignation. "And do it quick, I don't want it to be painful" she adds.

He takes out a knife and she closes her eyes shut, preparing for what's next. However, to her surprise, Kieran cuts of the rope binding her arms instead, before walking away and sitting back down in front of the fireplace.

"Kieron..." she calls his name whilst rubbing the lacerations on her wrist.

"You're a fool, you know?... I've advised you many times to not do this..."

"The agency will..." she began but he quickly cut her off.

"They're not aware, I've cleaned it up for you..." was his simple response.

"Why-why? you said...-"

"I'm not that heartless that you and others make me out to be..." he says nonchalantly, waving it off. "You're not trained as a covert agent... do you know how worried I was when I found out?"

"Who are you to care? we're nothing but colleagues and your nothing but the heartless department director who wants results! I am well aware that I am just your pawn!" She shook her head. Kieron Sorenson was too cold to even care. " Please save me the pretence..."

He glares back at her and gets back up to approach her. Closing in the distance like a predatory animal and she was his prey.

"Kieron... I-" before she could say anything, he crushed his mouth against hers and much to his surprise, she did not protest or struggle and welcomed it wholeheartedly. Returning the kiss with equal intensity.

He tried in vain to slow down and pull away for them to catch their breath. Only to find her looking back at him with longing eyes.

"Since when?" she asked. Of course, she was confused by this sudden 'confession'. She may admit that she does have a secret crush on the cold-blooded director. But not once did she expect that he had affection for her too.

"The museum..." he whispers huskily, referring to the time he had welcomed her to the agency. She looked so beautiful that day, her head held high, upon proving how wrong he was about her, as she sat beside him in front of the painting. " I wanted to kiss that witty mouth of yours... but that's just unprofessional..."

"You're being unprofessional now..." she remarks.

"I don't give a damn..." he says and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

A/N: I think I might have made some grammatical errors. So I'd do soft editing. I'll write Part 2 (SMUT!!!) next after this.

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writingsfromstarfleet · 4 years ago

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Narek - Checkmate

♫ - No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

For a lovely Anon, and all of you Narek fans out there; enjoy! Hugs! ♡

Section 31 was a group dedicated to protecting the ideals of United Earth, the Federation, and to some extent the foundations of Starfleet. Section 31 officials were stationed at just about every area of Federation space. Until the 23rd century, Starfleet had recognised the division as one of their own, but quickly turned on said decision, choosing to categorise them as a rogue organisation. As of current time, Section 31 was not considered a part of the Federation.

Joining the organisation had provided you with valuable information, as well as learned you many invaluable skills. Bonds were formed with those you operated with, and friends had been made along the way. You were tight knit, very secure, and you worked together with confidence on each and every mission. Your failsafe was your fellow agents, so when you were called on for a solo mission, you were startled and a little confused.

"You're probably wondering why I've called you in alone, Y/N." The stern voice of your head operative, Eddison, had rung out.

"I had wondered, sir." Not meek in your tone, you stood confident, however there was a slight waver in your voice that suggested nerves. He waved it off with a small smile.

"Well, I have quite the job for you, if you're up for it, of course."

"Absolutely." Your reply came without prerequisite, Eddison had yet to explain just what you'd have to do, and yet you were still so eager.

"Well," he began, gesturing you to sit down as he did so himself. "I know you're already aware of the Tal Shiar, Y/N, but how much do you actually know about them currently?"

You shook your head in response, signalling that, other than the basics, you knew nothing. He continued.

"They are an intelligence agency for the Romulan Empire, not dissimilar to us in some respect; it's more likely you could compare them to the Cardassian Obsidian Order. Their main goal is to ensure loyalty, anybody found defying them is imprisoned, forcibly sent away or killed. Dangerous stuff, I'll admit."

"What does this have to do with me, sir?" you interrupted, not quite seeing the point of your current standing.

"We have reason to believe one of their operatives is trying to look in on our plans, see how we are working and what we're doing. Several of our preparations have had to be rearranged because they've blocked us at every corner. I want you to try and figure out who it is, watch anyone suspicious and stop them."

You raised your eyebrows in shock. On your own? You didn't know where to start or how to start, but orders were orders and you took it in your stride. Accepting and standing, you left Eddison and began plotting your own course of action.

Work came quick and fast the coming weeks, and you had little time for relaxation. When you did, you chose to take it in a small café just off the corner of a park. It was nice to unwind in there, the bustling sounds making a serene atmosphere.

"Might I join you?" A smooth voice asked, pulling your thoughts back to the present and your eyes up to the stranger. He was handsome, most certainly. A mess of brown hair adorned his head, and he had shimmering eyes, a sort of grey-blue, depending on the light. He thought the same of you, you were beautiful to him all the same. Both of you had one goal, though, and one goal alone, the attraction you felt to the other had to be pushed aside.

"I don't know, might you?" You smiled, and he simply raised an eyebrow at your tone. Sitting anyway, you began to talk.

What you had learned, you remembered. All of what he had said, you took note. Narek was his name, and he hadn't been in the area too long. What you had also noticed, was that the young man had tried his best to style his hair so as not to reveal his heritage to you; he was, as clear as day, a Romulan. You knew what he was trying to do, though you didn't let on that you were anything but a simple townsperson, enjoying an afternoon in the café.

These meetings happened nearly every day, Narek meeting you in various locations to converse with you; simple questions they would seem to anyone else, but to someone as trained as yourself, you knew these were indeed prying into business. So, you acted on that, misdirecting him to the best of your ability and playing naïve about it.

"Do you have anything yet, Narek? You must've found someone we can use as leverage." came Narissa's stern voice, contempt in her voice at her youngest brother. He was, in her eyes, a disappointment, never quite being able to complete even the most mundane tasks given to him. He gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm working on it, as well you know, sister." He hadn't wanted to give you away just yet, waiting for the opportune moment when he had you in a trap.

She simply laughed and walked off, leaving a rather annoyed Narek in her wake. Determined was the young Romulan to capture one of the Section 31 operatives and finally prove his worth to the Tal Shiar, and his sibling.

Out walking, you stepped with a caution that only trained eyes would see. Each step you took was calculated, calm. Your eyes darted round the streets around your organisation's secret compound for any signs of suspicious behaviour, well-trained eyes at that. Little ever escaped you, and it wouldn't this day, either. From the corner of your eye, a small glint of metal flashed, and you kept your head forward so as not to alert them to your notice. Crossing the way, the figure had retreated back into the shadows. You knew what to do.

Leading a path away from the buildings, you fled into the narrow back alley's that surrounded the busier streets. Footsteps now were quieter, more calculated than ever, because each little sound could be heard. Your peripheral caught a shadow once more, and this time you were ready. You flew down the passage and latched your arm around the figure's wrist, pulling them into some form of light to look at them, a knife pressed lightly against their skin.

"I figured." Your voice cool and calm, a chuckle escaping your throat as you looked into those grey eyes you'd come to enjoy the company of. Not a nice chuckle, a poisonous one.

"As did I." He laughed back. Spite befell the tone of Narek's voice. "So, what will you do with me now? Kill me?"

You pretended to think, tapping your blade against your chin in thought.

"Kill you? Much too boring, Narek. Do spare me such a thought."

Narek saw his chance, a small gap it was, and took your wrists before you could react, pinning you to the wall. Your blade had dropped to the ground, and seeing you glance at it, Narek swiftly kicked it away, a smirk adorning his handsome features.

"I could ask again, what will you do?"

His chuckle came again, this time darker. You acted on your first thought; you knew this was not just because you thought it was your only way out, but you wouldn't admit that to yourself. Leaning forward, you kissed the Romulan as best you could given the position you were in, and Narek found himself kissing you back. He loosened his grip on your wrists, instead dropping his hands to your waist, and you ran yours through his hair. Through kisses, you managed a sentence that threw his guard completely off.

"A bad move on your part. Checkmate."

Before Narek could even process your words, you threw him back and he hit the floor with a resounding thud. Smiling, not unkindly but with a wicked glint in your eye, you made your way to the end of the alley, turning back to look at him with a wink.

"Until next time, Tal Shiar."

And so, a deadly spy game had begun.

#star trek #star trek imagine #star trek x reader #star trek picard #star trek pic #picard #pic #narek #narek x reader #narek imagine #x reader #imagine

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skittishli · 4 years ago

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We are more aware of the human trafficking problem everyday, why ignore the existence of the group behind it?

Has anyone else heard about The Finders? I want to discuss on thoughts surrounding the possible theories. And with all the controversy blowing up nowadays, this is scarily relevant to current events.

Simply, I want to spread the information of what is behind a lot of human trafficking. This case NEEDS to be spread, needs awareness. The only public information widely known was declassified by the FBI, all information taking place over 25 years ago. I did find sources that state where they are now, I'll list the sources on the bottom. I am trying to condense it as much as possible to avoid it being a short novel.

their current trade names:

Finders, Finders Group, Finders Keepers, Finders Transnational, Ragged Mountain, Women Network Service, General Scientific Corporation, Isabelle Pettie, Future Enterprises, Ragged Mountain Research Center, The Information Bank, Advanced Cybernetic Technology Inc, Dragon Dreaming (rumored/speculation). "Council of Federated Organizations" is also said to be associated with the Finders. This group is very secretive, so some of these names may be speculation. (Please keep in mind a lot of these names are shared with other organizations. When googling these, they typically won't pop up. Example: a ski resort with the same name will pop up when googling ragged mountain).

Who is involved in this case?

CIA, FBI, Customs, Department of Justice, various government officials, district attorneys, police departments (including but NOT limited to: Florida, DC, Virginia, New York), Interpol (International Criminal Police Organization), Defense Intelligence Agency. It is not just limited to these organizations; those are just the bigger ones.

Who are the Finders?

Finders was an alternative lifestyle group/hippie commune that evolved into a data gathering group, later turned into a sex trafficking cult rumored to also be involved in organ harvesting. Described in the FBI files as "Finders group, White Slave Traffic and Sexual exploitation of children". They are linked with child abuse, human trafficking, and even organ harvesting. They originated in the 30s. They are now an even larger group, still international and still hidden from the public view. Their headquarters based on the FBI documents is in Washington DC, but there’s evidence of smaller “compounds” all over the country.

What brought them to the public's attention? (The Tallahassee incident)

TPD (Tallahassee police department) received a call from a citizen reporting 2 suspicious men hanging around Meyers Park at midnight. The 6 children were all dirty, covered in bug bites and scratches, disheveled, bruised. One even had bite marks on them. When the cops arrived, the men explained that they were "taking these children to Mexico to establish a school for gifted children".

What happened before this/what did witnesses report?

The suspects were doing odd jobs on their way to Florida with the children. At one point they worked on a watermelon farm, the neighbor stated they saw 10 children. No one knows where the 4 children went (the suspects were found with only 6). Another witness, who is a neighbor of the DC HQ, reports that every night a van of screaming/crying children would be brought to the location.

What happened right after?

The police put the 6 children into protective custody and the 2 suspects were arrested on child abuse charges. Right after this, the PD got phone calls threatening to kill the children (no one knows who made these phone calls or why, but it could be easily guessed they were Finders members). The children told authorities that they only could eat as a reward, and only were given raw potatoes. They said they were not allowed inside and had to sleep in tents. They didn't know how to use indoor plumbing and asked to go outside to use the bathroom. They are unfamiliar with modern technology, not even familiar with what a stapler was. They didn’t go to school but said the leader (who went by the Game Caller) would teach them and play different “games” with them. They were first placed in what was referred to as “The Treehouse”. On 02/7/1987, this location received bomb threats. No further information is known. They were temporarily placed in a foster home a little while later.

Search warrants.

A search warrant was executed by police departments on the warehouse owned by the group. They found guides on how to purchase children, photo albums including illegal material, books on mind control, and classified maps of underground tunnels in DC. These underground tunnels are believed to be part of the sex trafficking practice.

Fed involvement.

Eventually, FBI became involved claiming the PD was "stepping on their toes" by investigating this case. Despite proof that the children were physically and sexually abused, they ruled that “no evidence of abuse was present”. They were released back to the cult. The FBI hid all information. Once the feds get involved, information becomes classified and investigation is shut down. They “lost” the evidence from the search warrants.

Another case mentioned in the FBI file is McMartin Preschool. In the 90s, tunnels were found under the preschool and the children reported that they were abused by teachers. Media convinced everyone it was all "satanic panic" nonsense, claimed children were 'taught' to say these accusations to drive hysteria. It is now speculated to be connected to the Finders.

What can be done about this?

This is the scariest thing. Possibly, nothing. Any case brought against them is dropped. Almost nothing is known about them. They are giant yet hidden. But they’re out there. And this deserves more awareness.

My sources:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Intelligence/comments/dn4h8w/fbi_releases_redacted_file_on_the_finders_cult/ (this link has a lot of interesting sources as well)

https://vault.fbi.gov/the-finders/the-finders-part-01-of-03/view

#wayfair #epstein #cia #fbi #conspiracy #conspiracy theory #cult

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miloucomehome · 1 year ago

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VIVANT Episode 9 Thoughts!

Hanae Natsuki returns as Newscaster!

Poor Kurosu. He had his trust in Nogi stepped on and he was dropped to the depths of hell kicking and screaming at Nogi every expletive and threat and just vicerally hating him. Then...the twist, the unintended reveal--Nogi's plan is exposed and now he's an enemy in his father and Tent's eyes. The time Nogi spent infiltrating Tent, fulfilling his desire to be acknowledged by his father, and intel gathering, was all gone like that. Then Kurosu realizing that Nogi had a plan all along and more than likely only let only a few people know (likely just him and Commander Sakurai) then regaining some of his trust in Nogi while they're both probably at death's door?? Wow.

(I actually think that Kurosu was also meant to be part of the Beppan group repatriated after the incident. I don't think he expected him to be captured)

Kurosu's trust in Nogi is going to be so terrifyingly powerful now.

This is one of my favourite shots, if only for the fact that the blurry red circular light looks like the hinomaru on the Japanese flag (a hint of Nogi's true allegiances?)

Adyel's Connection and the Identity of the Monitor in Japan

Good lord the implications of this had me screaming.

This week we learned that:

After the attack by that group, Nogorn returned to the small camp where he and his wife were based, years later gave it to Adyel (whom he had found stowed away in a truck belonging to the same group that had been scooping away children to be trafficked!)

Remember: In episode 1, Adyel and Jamine (who witnessed her mum die in front of her, likely from the same group) find Nogi unconscious in the desert night and take him in.

Kaoru makes her way from the hospital where she's based with the WHO/WHI to Adyel's home to treat Nogi.

Adyel and Jamine have links to Tent (rescued by Nogorn)

Given the nature of her work, while most of the international intelligence agencies were working on trying to figure out who Tent was, I think Dr. Kaoru would have likely known about Tent and Adyel's connection to them (Let's assume for safety's sake -- I know international groups and diplomatic missions brief their staff on what to look out for)

In hindsight, Adyel's line to Nogi after he asks him why he helped him, "I'm grateful to the Japanese" is no longer some out-of-place line. Aaaah! (The Japanese in question likely wasn't Kaoru, but actually Nogi Suguru)

Since it's been revealed that many actions taken by Nogi and F, as well as Beppan, since episode 1 were all part of a long-term operation, I believe it's likely that Nogi and Beppan actually do not know anything about Adyel's connections to Nogorn and Tent.

Remember Sam? (RIP....that can't have been him though!?) He said that the CIA and other agencies had been keeping tabs on a new terror group but didn't know much about them. Public Security knew more and it seems that eventually through information-sharing, the CIA, Mossad and PS learned a bit more later on in the series. They still didn't know enough to see Tent's connection to Adyel , Jamine or potentially Kaoru (if she is a monitor or not).

EDIT: I read an article where Sam's described as his best friend from when he was in high school in the US. I'll live in denial-land thinking Sam is still alive and that that other guy in episode 5 was just some other guy.

EDIT2 : I know that Nogorn said that once Adyel got married he no longer participated in Tent's activities...but I wonder if he told anybody that he was part of Tent. (Maybe he told Kaoru the same line he told Nogi about how grateful he was to the Japanese and she actually inquired)

There's so much more, like the fluorite discovery, the explanation as to why Nogorn's been acquiring so much of the land in the west of Balka (he has one area left), the moles/informants (the one who leaked info about the fluorite discovery to the Balka government and the one who leaked the information about the 4 Beppan agents Nogi shot "dead"), the fact that Piyo, Batlacar, Nokor and Adyel were rescued by Nogorn, etc. (and that some of them have had a hand in saving him)

Also, we learn that Nogi was born in Balka. (but likely claimed his citizenship when he was found by the journalist Iida and brought back to Japan?

(I definitely cried a little during that flashback to Nogi's family's past shfkdsfjds)

Unintentionally funny scene (to me)

Nogi volunteers to help Tent acquire the missing funds quickly by playing with the credit exchange and this phone call made me laugh. (subtitled screenshot by me!):

(Before the ending reveal, I feel like Kurosu would be livid if he had to witness Nogi doing a bad job of mimicking his voice and speech patterns)

There might be 2 Monitors in Japan who sent those videos to Tent

I only say this because 1: we have several indoor shots of the hospital where the 4 members of Beppan are recuperating, then a few outdoor shots. Not just any outdoor shots, but shots from another building (rooftop? another room?). You need equipment for that. Or a cellphone with good camera I suppose. Plus the timestamps are too close to be one person (I mean, that doesn't stop them from having installed cameras and checked on them later)

And no matter what I do, I can't stop thinking it could be Dr. Kaoru -- it's a hospital.

If it turns out that the monitor/mole/sleeper agent is Dr. Kaoru...then Nogi will have suffered one of the worst betrayals in the series. (I feel F will be absolutely livid and furious, even)

I don't see Kaoru pulling a Nogi-Nogi F-went-to-millitary-school reveal. Someone else might be involved as well.

Nozaki Keeping Tabs on Potential Monitors?

I don't have too much time to rewatch since classes have returned but Public Security have been keeping their eyes out for Monitors I think since episode 1 (or at least trying to figure out what's been happening in Balka--otherwise why would Nozaki have been hiding in Al Zayir's building??). I wonder if that included Kaoru or not. It would be wild if, assuming it turns out she's a Monitor, she eluded multiple intelligence agencies.

Jamine's Unease Around Nozaki

I don't know if Adyel had maybe spotted Nozaki wandering around Balka or that town where Zayir killed himself, gathering information (Nozaki Charm Offensive didn't work) but maybe he warned Jamine about him? If he was "close" to Tent in the years after his rescue, maybe like with Nokor, Piyo and Batlacar, he knew Nogorn's story about Nogi and his wife. (Ali sort of did too, right?) and their betrayal and abandonment by the Public Security Agency. Maybe Jamine came to learn about it too.

(I had seen some tweets some weeks ago about how fans figured somehow she must know that Public Security Agent = Bad; maybe this week that possibility seems plausible?)

(More importantly: I'd like to know why Nogorn refers to her as a "Miracle Child".)

Nogorn's Hatred Towards Japan, "Japan is being targeted"

Akemi's last words to him was to take revenge on the country (or at least Public Security) for abandoning them. During the little found family dinner, the directors and writers give us a really nicely executed scene of Nogorn and his "family". It kinda neat that it "humanises" him (or shows how his side views him), but really, Nogorn has become the leader of an organization that has committed acts of terrorism to advance their goals in the last 3 years.

When Nogi asks Nogorn why Tent has, according to intelligence agencies, targeted Japan, Nogorn looks to be genuinely confused?Later he says that his hatred towards the government and Foregin Affairs/Public Security Agency have abated in recent years....but I wonder how much of that is true?

There was even a line where Nogorn says that his homeland is one where people care for their friends and neighbours

"The Japan that I knew was a place where friends and neighbours cherished one another and helped each other -- a compassionate country."

I find this was a jab at Public Security abandoning him and his wife...but I still think he's lying. With the reveal of Nogi's betrayal thanks to whoever the Monitor(s) in Japan is/are, I can see his hatred reigniting even though Nogi isn't part of Public Security.

Final Thoughts

I think I'll do a separate post with some theories for the finale later. I trust them both, but I'm actually worried some things will be rushed...but Miyazaki and Fukuzawa might surprise us. The directors and writers (btw this is Fukuzawa's story) have woven an intelligent, grand, adventurous story with mystery and intrigue with extremely slick and, I think, competent twists. Producer Iida has said that nothing in the series is done to mislead--I'm understanding that to mean that if something seems odd, there's a reason for it and we've seen this be the case time and time again.

With the reveals in this episode, I can only imagine how wild the rewatch of this series is going to be like.

Also: Hayashi Kento as the younger Nogi Suguru. Oh my god. He did an outstanding job. That flashback was painful T_T)

As always, thank you for reading my random stream of thoughts each week. Tomorrow is the finale and I'm worried and excited. I don't want this adventure to end--it was too good!

#vivant #jdrama #vivant spoilers #aaah the finale is sundayyyy #i don't want it to end #this episode did a number on my heart

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unicornprincessinthetardis · 6 years ago

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My (often relatively reasonable) dad: ...so Enoch Powell was right, what he said has happened.

Me: and you don't think maybe he could've said it without inciting racial hatred and literally saying that in time the rivers might run with the blood of 'native' British people because of immigration, do you?

My dad: no, you're being ridiculous, it had to be said, and there really are areas of cities that are majority black or Muslim now so he was right in his predictions, and it didn't change how things were anyway

Me: *goes away to calm down and read up on the 'Rivers of Blood' speech*

[I already knew some of this but here's a précis for those unfamiliar: in April 1968, in Wolverhampton, UK, a Conservative MP, Enoch Powell, made a speech, about the proposed 'Race Relations Bill' (which subsequently made it illegal to refuse housing/ employment/public services to people on the grounds of race/colour/ ethnic & national origins).

The speech was strongly anti-immigrant, calling for 'voluntary re-emigration' and for moves to be made to stem the tide of immigration, else Britain would be 'overrun' and sooner or later white British people would find themselves fully second-class citizens, and that in some ways they already were. He also talked about a "tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic", which I take to mean immigration in the USA to the similar end of white people no longer being in charge - which in 1968 was so far from the truth, and just horrible baseless fear-mongering, playing on people’s xenophobia and racist prejudice - and compared pro-immigration/anti-discrimination newspapers to the ones that had denied and hid the rise of fascism and threat of war in the 1930s. Plus, he talked about a constituent of his, a woman who lived on a street that had become occupied by mostly black people, who lost her white lodgers and complained to the council for a tax rate reduction because she wouldn't take black tenants, and instead basically got told not to be racist, and presented it as a bad thing that she'd been treated like that.

The speech's common name comes from a phrase he quoted from the Aenid (because he was also a Cambridge-educated classics scholar), 'I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood"', although he just called it 'the Birmingham speech' and seemed to be surprised by the uproar he caused.]

Me (to self): So it didn't change things did it? How do you explain the attacks against nonwhite people where the attackers literally shouted his name and repeated his rhetoric? Oh, they would definitely have happened if he hadn't made that speech, wouldn't they? And the British people of foreign descent who were so afraid they might be removed from their lives just for not being white they always had cases packed to go? And the fact that experts says he set back progress in 'race relations' by about ten years and legitimised being racist/anti-immigrant in the same way UKIP and some pro-Brexit types have done within the last few years here (fun fact: immediately after the Brexit vote, people were being racially and physically abusive to visibly Muslim and/or South Asian people, telling them to leave because of Brexit, which was of course extreme nonsense because their presence would be nothing to do with the EU, and more likely the British Empire and the Commonwealth, but they were doing it because it seemed suddenly okay to be openly racist, because Nigel Farage and his ilk, and a legally non-binding vote surrounded in lies, said so) and others have done elsewhere, in the US and Europe and Brazil and so many other places.

Powell was interviewed about the speech in 1977 and stood by his views, said that because the immigration figures were higher than those he had been 'laughed at' about in his speech, he was right and now governments didn't want to deal with the "problem", were passing it off to future generations and it would go on until there was a civil war!

He also said he wasn't a 'racialist' (racist) because he believed a "'racialist' is a person who believes in the inherent inferiority of one race of mankind to another, and who acts and speaks in that belief" so he was in fact "a racialist in reverse" as he regarded "many of the peoples in India as being superior in many respects—intellectually, for example, and in other respects—to Europeans." (I mean, I know I can't hold him to our standards but a) that's still racism and b) he did think that mankind was divided into very distinct, probably biologically so, races, which, yes, normal for the time, but the whole 'each with different qualities and ways in which they were better than others' is iffy)

Me: *goes back to Dad to make my point and definitely not get upset* So here are some things that literally happened as a consequence of the 'Rivers of Blood' speech...

So even if he was correct to say what he did (I mean, he wasn't but you have to tiptoe around Dad and I had points to make), he shouldn't have said it the way he did

My dad: so you think the truth should be suppressed? You're only looking at this from one perspective (he thinks he knows better because he was alive at the time and my brother and I weren't despite the fact that we're both into politics and history and, y'know, not into scapegoating, behaving oddly, and laying blame because people are different to us - he and mum also have issues with trans people and we're trying so hard to change their views/behaviours but I'm not sure it's working & that's a whole different story) and there are these areas that really are Muslim-only (because informal lending and wanting to keep the community together is such a crime, right?) and they don't integrate and want to impose Sharia law (only he couldn't remember what it was called right then) and you don't know what it's like (he is an engineer surveyor and travels all over to inspect boilers and cooling systems and all sorts of stuff, and this includes into majority-Black or -Asian (Muslim and otherwise) areas in Birmingham - which is not a no-go area for non-Muslims, I'm a deeply agnostic white woman, it's my nearest big city and I wish I went there more often but it's tricky as I don't drive, public transport is bad/inconvenient, and I have no friends to go with except depression and anxiety [which are worse 'friends' than the ones that I found out only liked me in high school because I always had sweets and snacks at lunch so when I got braces and my mouth hurt too much to eat much of anything which meant I certainly didn't have snacks, they dropped me pretty quickly] so apparently he's the expert on all such matters)

What I wish I'd said: *staying very calm* well, and that's your opinion, I'm going, I've got sewing to finish *leaves*

What actually happened:

Me: have you considered that they are able to buy up areas like that because white people leave because of their prejudice against the 'influx'?

Dad: they buy up great areas because they buy in groups (I think this refers to a sort of community lending thing to be compliant with various parts of Islam? [Please correct me if I'm wrong] which is effectively what building societies/credit unions were, at least to begin with, and he doesn't take issue with those) and want to stay together. Why do they do that? Sikhs don't do that, they buy big houses and aren't bothered about being close together.

Me: different religious ethoses? I don't know... But you do know that they people who want the UK to be a caliphate ruled by Sharia law are just a minority, and that most Muslims would not want that at all, just like you?

Dad: but they still do want it, and it could happen, if there was a charismatic leader,

Me: *incredulous* you know it's about as likely for that to actually happen as for strictly Orthodox Jewish people to be able to make this country into another Israel, right? Besides, there are the police, and the armed forces, and intelligence agencies, not to mention the Government and civil service (thought I'd got a win there, he hates the unchanging upper-class-public-school-Oxbridge nature of the people who effectively really run the government, constant no matter the leaning of the elected party, but no) who have a vested interest in preserving themselves in their current state so would be able to stop anything like that

Dad: yes, but the cutting of funding to police and public services means they might not be able to stop it (I realise now that he's oddly economically left-wing but also really quite socially conservative in some ways)

Me: *getting angry* but it's still an absolute minority, most Muslims would be horrified if it really did happen, and have you ever considered that maybe they wouldn't be so ill-disposed to us and to integration if we didn't demand it of them the moment that they arrive, demand that they assimilate or go away (he often uses the phrase "yes, but they're in somebody else's country, they should make an effort") and maybe young people wouldn't be so easily radicalised and people generally mistrust the people who don't try to understand them, you know, want them to change everything about themselves (for instance, Dad is violently opposed to the burqa etc and not really a fan of the hijab - still doesn't get that it's a choice and people can do what they want because apparently 'anyone could be wearing one of those things' - burqas/niqabs, I presume - and that it must all be forced because who would possibly choose to dress like that - I have half a mind to show him those sites about Christian modest dressing (one was a shop and a lot of their range was pretty cute!) that I once found, just to see if that'll prove to him it is a choice thing) *tries to leave*

Dad: *angry* You stay there and listen to me! You're just looking at it from one perspective and that's not the truth, you're so biased and closed-minded, you only look at things your way!

Me: *furious* Really? Really? Am I? *Scoffs/incredulous exhalation* I'm closed-minded, am I?... *Storms out, shouts as I go* I'm not the one who said Enoch Powell was right!!

This is all heavily paraphrased, because I've been writing this for literal hours now and I was angry and don't remember well at the best of times, it may have been worse than how I'm writing it

Also, going to be tricky to patch up but right now I stand by what I said, because I know my perspective is limited, but at least I actually admit that and try to find out what people different to me think, rather than basing all my opinions and things on my own experiences which can't be universal, as he seems to

Other bs my dad said during the two conversations: "don't get so upset about it, it's only history" (which is bold, considering it was the 50th anniversary this year and he was literally 11 years old when it happened so probably saw/heard news coverage)... "Yes of course far right groups use 'Enoch was right' as a slogan, it doesn't mean anything"... Reiterating the 'nothing changed' thing multiple times... Dismissing the fact that Powell said there'd be a civil war because apparently just because the British/Europeans were aggressive conquerors anyone else who came in numbers anywhere would eventually have that aim and how ridiculous that view actually is... Dismissing the fact that Powell basically incited racial hatred and violence with the inclusion of an irrelevant Classical phrase which spread fear on all sides...

I could go on but I'm so tired and don't want to make myself more upset

I love my parents but I really don't like them very much lately but I don't know if I just put up with it or leave sooner or later and if I do leave I don't know where I'd go because no friends

Basically I'm so sorry for my parents' prejudices which I'm still trying to unlearn myself - I apologise wholeheartedly to all Muslim and Jewish people and honestly pretty much everyone they're prejudiced against

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