Near MUST Intelligence Headquarters - Gilbo Metro Station - Ekaterinberg - Eslovakia
People. Hordes of them; cluttered around the small contained passageways of the extensive metro system rushing to work, school and homes. The large train covered in the blue glossy paint with the occasional polished silvery metal by the large black doors overlooked by the glowing sign of the train’s destination. The word "Högdalen" were continuously lighted above the doors as the train creped slower and slower towards the edge of the platform as the eager masses stood awaiting on the platform starring into the lightly tinted windows of the train. The smooth but loud grinding noise of the wheel signaled the stop of the train as the doors rapidly slid open with the sights of people gushing out flooded the platforms as the commuters wrestled themselves in and out of the trains.
A large figure of a built man covered by a coal black trench coat slithered through the crowds cautiously blending in with the main crowds as they grew and dispersed. The lowered grey flat cap made it difficult to see his face as he continuously tilted his head downwards; avoiding the being seen but seeing. Crowds of people still loitered the system as he approached the barriers of the station quickly hovering his smart phone over the ticket machine whilst the glass gates slid opened making his way back outside towards the bright world.
The was remarkably cold and snowy as the snowflakes fell down slowly in a peaceful manner before being disturbed by the chaotic traffic and gusts of winds as it got closer to the ground. A large building covered in glass and concrete overlooked the harbor and the surrounding area. Its presence was dominant and felt around the area. The first obvious signs of large fences and barbed wire littered with CCTV cameras on every corner. He quickly made his way towards the building strutting through the snow leaving the marks of the military boots behind him, remnants of his past.
"Number" asked a guard standing by the first checkpoint whilst the man shuffled through his pockets presenting his passport, ID card and fob. The guard speedily began typing on the computer swiping the biometric card on the reader as a big clearance logo appeared on the screen. "Thank you, move along."
The man said nothing as he silently grabbed his belongings proceeding towards the next checkpoint surrendering his firearm and knife towards to the fire control officer as another man observed from behind the large black iron gates with a mesh protecting cover. He quickly dealt with the fire control officer moving swiftly towards the observing man behind the gates dodging the military personnel that stood armed with their SA80's at the large gates.
"Wolf" exclaimed the man as a mere smirk appeared on his face. The quickly raised his hands covered in leather gloves adjusting his old and large glasses whilst maintaining eye contact. He wore distinctive old fashioned clothing topped with a small black rounded top hat. "You've chosen well. Come along." he instructed as he briskly strutted away towards the closest elevator.
The two entered the silvery elevator designed to house 11 people as he pressed the 11th floor button. Alex, the old fashioned man guiding Wolf sharply looked up towards the camera as it began to shuffle itself upwards. He simply nodded and brushed what seemed to be nothing to Wolf of his shoulder when the elevator grinded to an immediate halt. The force was felt of the elevator sliding sideward as it entered the other department of the MUST intelligence brain house.
"Welcome back, Wolf" he said as the doors slid open to a narrow long corridor with figures in military suits and combat fatigues strolled around shifting paperwork around. Alex continued to lead him towards a chamber as Wolf began to feel the nostalgic smell of the offices and the atmosphere as he once did years ago. His state of constant readiness dropped as he glared into what his old office was still maintained the same with the glass nicely cleaned and the paintings and flags in the same positions he left them.
The two having traversed along the complex route of corridors descended further down until they reached as large navy blue door with huge turn-switches. The blast door slowly opened as Alex completed his IRIS and biometric scans on the pad besides him revealing a large hall with a boxed room in the middle support by light foundations under. Nothing could be heard or seen in through the tinted glasses as they stepped closer and closer to the door. It instantly opened revealing a large sturdy military figure with a patch over his eye and the 501st military beret over his head.
"Wooolf!" exclaimed the man in a thunderous raged voice as the bass of his deep voice was felt by every bone in Wolf's body. He remained steadfast and didn't flinch and automatically drove himself to salute.
"Wolf reporting for duty, sir" Wolf said in his deepened voice revealing his face covered in scars accompanied by a grey chevron moustache that partially covered his crusted lips on his lightly white wrinkled face.
The man in his military dress returned the favor as he lead him into the room housing another 6 people inside dressed in combat fatigues, civilian clothing and mess uniforms. Wolf took a seat opposite a faction of men sitting slightly higher above him further in front of him silently adjusting his chair followed by the others.
"Gentlemen, as you know, I'll get straight to the point. Our forces in Euro Asia have begun combat operations against the Russo-Spaniards as lower level intelligence confirms intent to dominate entire country; this we cannot allow to happen. A civilian clothed man said as he shifted the screen on his power point presentation that displayed images on a scroll down board from a projector above. "Dimitrian, hard-line fascist leader enclosed in Novograd castle since the start of combat operations. Information is unconfirmed based on satellite imagery and polish intelligence. This man isn't a joke, he's earned every one of those stripes he carries and above all, he doesn’t take shit. We’re dealing above HVT's at this point."
The man continued to flicker new images on the projector. "MUST has gathered you mean for one reason; eliminate Dimitrian. This isn't nowhere near an easy task, were working with Polish intelligence to carry out the operations to come but gentlemen be warned now as you have always been. A gate of return is not guaranteed.
The listening men nodded their heads paying attention to the flickering images of Dimitrian and pictures of Novograd castle appeared followed on by facts and statistics as the men had no trouble memorizing the information at hand.
"Admiral Sinclair is a known prominent person to be against Dimitrian, the problem is that he's imprisoned."
"Easy, get in and get him out." said Snake, man in a more loose beret depicting the Amphibious Corps special force unit, 'Jägarana'.
"That's where the problem was. We planted several bugs and frequently surveyed the prisons network as well as getting one of our agents purposely convicted to try and find him, he's most likely being held in a highly secretive facility or worse, dead." he replied. "The Presidential Guard is also to look out for, highly trained elite troops. The elite rebels in Euro Asia are nowhere as close to these guys and the Euro Asians were tough sons of bitches. You'll have to work out a way."
"What about counter-intelligence?"
"The Russo-Spaniards have no established intelligence. Honorable warfare for them makes the job for you guys a hell lot easier compared to the operations in Birkaine. Agents in Russo-Spain are living the life when you compare them with the rest." He said. "But there are bound to be military units on the lookout for espionage most definitely. So maintain constant readiness as you always would."
The officer continued to ramble on in the soundproof room as the men debated and argued on how things were planning out; time flew by as the dark hours descended with the men replenishing their energy with coffee whilst fiddling with maps and equipment.
Militära underrättelse och säkerhetstjänste
Military Intelligence and Security Service
Encrypted - NIVÅ ETT #HHWS00598LO
To: Służba Bezpieczeństwa of Poland
As previously discussed, the plans for the operation in Russo-Spain is currently under discussion having been approved at the appropriate levels. Things are gathering pace and co-coordinated espionage works must be conducted soon. Relevant officials will be present on date previously states an located.
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