The city of anwick during the devastating winter storm.To: Eastern Shipping Company.
From: Derek Mills.
Subject: A Night At The Opera.
Date: 08/01/2017
Listen, I know that you guys are busy and all with these various orders, but I need these stuff shipped to me ASAP. Our opening night will be beginning soon and we need those props if we are going to actually manage to stage this thing. I’ve included a file of everything that we are shipping through you just in case you missed anything. Its encrypted, but you should know the necessary decryption key.
- Derek Mills
The Yellow King Playing company.***********************************
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PRIORITY MESSAGE: A NIGHT AT THE OPERA
Operation SUNFLOWER GARDEN.
OPERATIONAL INFORMATION: GREEN BOX 0312, hereafter designated SUNFLOWER GARDEN has been compromised. Located in Alnwick minnesota, the alarm system was tripped on january 04 at 1210 hours. Current status of the SUNFLOWER GARDEN is unknown. GARDENER has failed to report breach and has missed all communication windows with ALPHA SECTION.
NOTES: Time between the discovery of the alert have been delayed due to significant communications problems. As of now It has been four days since the breach. Probability of severe operational security breach and NORWEGIAN contamination is HIGH.
ALPHA SECTION has been unable to conduct aerial resonance due to adverse weather conditions in the region. Deployment of a ground team is necessary. Deployed unit is cleared HOT for 48 hours until area is secure, all OPSEC breaches and NORWEGIAN contamination is contained.
Alnwick is currently suffering from severe blizzard conditions have resulted in widespread communications, power and water outages. National guard and FEMA is being deployed into the area to deliver aid and supplies. The storm will aid in the natural containment of any information or NORWEGIAN contamination leaks. It is set to last for another 48 hours.
Operation status: CRITICAL
Mission parameters: Secure SUNFLOWER GARDEN and the SUNFLOWERS; Report status of the GARDENER; Investigate locally for signs of NORWEGIAN contamination and contain them with extreme prejudice; maintain operational security.
Operatives are expected to maintain six hour communication windows with ALPHA SECTION; if two or more communication windows are missed or after 48 hours signs of norwegian contamination are detected. JACKHAMMER protocol will be placed into effect on local area and potential targets, including JULIET SECTION and any related operatives. LAMPREY drones and X-RAY SECTION will be deployed to enforce JACKHAMMER Protocol.
Once all breaches are contained and all SUNFLOWERS are accounted for, unit are to contact APLHA section and give an after action report, then await further instructions and deployment of WITCH DOCTOR.
Units will convene with Case officer JACK at Minneapolis−Saint Paul International Airport to be briefed on the situation, ALPHA SECTION is currently working on a solution for the agents deployment into the contamination zone.
OPERATION SUNFLOWER GARDEN
Minneapolis−Saint Paul International Airport.
January 12; 1140 hours.
It had been several days since the record breaking storm had hit the most northern parts of Minnesota, taking the state and its residents seemingly by surprise overnight. A flash storm was what the blaring TVs tuned into varying news networks within the hallways had been calling it. All of a sudden the temperature dropped deep below zero, gale force cutting winds hammered everything, and the humidity reached 100%, creating the perfect scenario for a icy blizzard. It landed right on-top of the small city of Anwick, and hammered down relentlessly in comparison to the surrounding area, leaving the population of less than 100,000 without even the most basic necessities such as power or water. It was declared disaster zone by the state governor, with the Television constantly showing clips from his speech with various pictures of the storm, and that wasn't far from the truth. The layers upon layers of ice made it nearly nigh impossible to travel on the roads safely and had caused immense property damage throughout the city. Many people had been left homeless and stuck in the various places that had been set up for disaster relief, most of whom had been visiting the city to see friends or relatives during the holiday season. The government was doing everything they could to mitigate the damage with the deployment of FEMA and the national guard, but it was clear that the problem was set to last another forty eight hours according to the weather forecasts. That however, was the least of delta greens problems. In-fact, if anything, the intense blizzard was certainly going to work their advantage. As it was doing a very good job of blocking most people from leaving, and potentially entering. Nobody was driving out, and nobody was walking out on foot. That was for sure.
The only people actually making it inside in any steady numbers where FEMA and the national guard.
The airport was alive with activity despite the fact that the various services were slowly coming to a halt. The ice storm had slowly started to descend on the airport a mere few hours ago, dropping temperature to below zero with some particularly fearsome windchill, threatening to cut off all air travel. No planes were going out, and only a few planes with pilots risky enough where willing to land at this hour. The sound of the howling wind from outside was a mere whistle behind the thick glass and was eventually drowned out by the sounds of large numbers of people, TV sets set onto the various news networks and aid-workers as they prepared to move forth from airport which they had been using as a staging port. The halls were filled with to the brim with human life, almost over capacity one might say. Aid workers and national guard had convened in the main lobby and had turned it into a sort of staging post as they planned to use heavy trucks and specialised vehicles to head into the city, delivering food, water and medical care.
Various tourists and travellers remained stranded in the airport hallways and waiting areas. Most of whom had been only been visiting the state for the holiday season where now stuck waiting for planes back to wherever they came from, now in a much less festive mood and a more disappointed and angry one. Some people had taken in onto themselves to blame it on the staff, who tried to do the best to help them as the customers shouted obscenities and gave general abuse towards them as the reality of their collective situation sunk in. Whilst others simply attempted to find a place to stay for the night, but most would be doomed to stay within the airports waiting rooms as the hotels quickly filled up with people. It made navigating the hallways slightly difficult for the agents as they attempted to get to planed location.
It a small conference room reserved for business meetings, located on the first floor within the large sprawling airport. Agents trying to get to it would have to pass through the main lobby and two separate hallways, all of which where filled with activity. The door was fairly hidden away amongst the various people. With the only clear indication of its existence being a small sign which had marked the room clearly as a staff room. The door remained wide to the wall, giving a clear view into a room that was small in size, containing only a very long desk, several chairs and a rather large screen with a projector screwed into the roof pointing right at it. However, as the disaster struck, it had quickly became over-cluttered with various FEMA paperwork, drawing boards with various information scribbled on it and files pertaining to the current ongoing disaster in Anwick. The room was mainly empty of people, aside from Darcy. The thin framed round, eyed glasses wearing former old guard who was now acting as a case officer. He had been on station since the early morning attempting to find his agents a way inside to the contaminated area and took steps to ensure that everything went smoothly on arrival, even taking it a steps to ensure toe room wasn't bugged. He was paranoid like that.
He had sent every agent had received a coded message over seven hours ago informing them on where to go. It was a rather simple set up, an coded email, a text or phone call giving them a clear indication on what to do. It was often described as something else and was different for everything else. Dinner plans. Family meetups. Seminars. The chance of electronics being listened into was always a danger and it was always preferred to do it via the old school methods, but the severity of the currently developing situation merited it. It was a potential risk, but it needed to be done. The information included the location of the airport, the conference room and most importantly, a time, giving them a clear indication of where to go, but nothing else was included. They had no idea what the mission perimeters where, and what was even going on. The rest of what was included, was simply just fluff, typical normal things that would be included in a personal or business related email or text.
According to the time he had communicated with the agents, they should be arriving within any minute now. Late comers would make things potentially difficult, as the case officer had things arranged on a very tight schedule. They would be leaving in ten or so minutes, so he would have to keep the briefing short with the agents. Stood inside the end of the table, flicking through the various FEMA paper work as he awaited the arrival of his agents, dressed in an average winter get up. A warm but drab brown woollen sweater, thick black thermal pants and a pair of strong winter boots, along with his blue Parka jacket which was draped over the chair that rested at the end of the desk.