The Black Veil (Attn. British Arzeletaxamacone)

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The receptionist in the hotel greeted the Arakhkhari group, looking a little pale at the entrance of the troopers. “Oh.. hello there. D-do you have an appointment here today?” They asked meekly.

Enigma-Eight walked up to the receptionist.
Her electronically distorted voice is heard, billowing through the reception area.
"This is an Imperial Service of Intelligence operation on behalf of the International Security Directorate. We are to secure the safety of your officials. We have been asked here by BA's delegate to the ISD. We may present credentials as necessary."
The Enigma agent walks closer, the purple goggles betraying nothing other than malice.
"We will secure the Baron. He will be treated. He shall make a full recovery. Failure will mean liquidation for all who interfere."

The receptionist cowered away from her. “Yes.. of course ma’am. Olaf’s suite is two floors up, by the elevator.”

They anxiously pointed to the silver exterior of the elevator a few metres away, where a small queue was forming as several people waited for the imposing steel doors to open.

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"Am I free to go?" Politely asked the agent

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

"Am I free to go?" Politely asked the agent

“Not just yet. I can’t be sure whether you are really who you say you are.” The guard muttered, shoving the man against a wall and narrowing his eyes as he held his taser against the operative. “So. Tell me. Who really are you?”

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"Am I free to go?" Politely asked the agent

“Not just yet. I can’t be sure whether you are really who you say you are.” The guard muttered, shoving the man against a wall and narrowing his eyes as he held his taser against the operative. “So. Tell me. Who really are you?”

"Lt. Cmdr. Mendez, head of Military Intelligence, just as I said. I've come under the cover of an army officer to avoid any distractions."

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“Not just yet. I can’t be sure whether you are really who you say you are.” The guard muttered, shoving the man against a wall and narrowing his eyes as he held his taser against the operative. “So. Tell me. Who really are you?”

"Lt. Cmdr. Mendez, head of Military Intelligence, just as I said. I've come under the cover of an army officer to avoid any distractions."

He raised an eyebrow, and tightened his grip on the man’s collar, practically squeezing his throat. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t help you.”

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"Lt. Cmdr. Mendez, head of Military Intelligence, just as I said. I've come under the cover of an army officer to avoid any distractions."

He raised an eyebrow, and tightened his grip on the man’s collar, practically squeezing his throat. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t help you.”

"Do you want to end up behind bars? I hear that Arzelent prison are no too...comfortable?"

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

He raised an eyebrow, and tightened his grip on the man’s collar, practically squeezing his throat. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t help you.”

"Do you want to end up behind bars? I hear that Arzelent prison are no too...comfortable?"

“The question is, do you? Because unless you answer now, truthfully, what Arzelent prison has in store for you is hardly pleasant.” He sneered, his hand tightly gripping the man’s throat.

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"Do you want to end up behind bars? I hear that Arzelent prison are no too...comfortable?"

“The question is, do you? Because unless you answer now, truthfully, what Arzelent prison has in store for you is hardly pleasant.” He sneered, his hand tightly gripping the man’s throat.

The man scoffed, before saying. "Very well. You want to know the truth? I am her drug dealer. For the pqst two yearsz Clarkson has been consuming a very addictive drug called XtV to cope with her stress at work. Thing is, if she does not take the drug once per day, she will begin suffering from serious remission. This" he showed the guard the poison. "Is her drug. If you don't want her to die, you will give this to her."

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“The question is, do you? Because unless you answer now, truthfully, what Arzelent prison has in store for you is hardly pleasant.” He sneered, his hand tightly gripping the man’s throat.

The man scoffed, before saying. "Very well. You want to know the truth? I am her drug dealer. For the pqst two yearsz Clarkson has been consuming a very addictive drug called XtV to cope with her stress at work. Thing is, if she does not take the drug once per day, she will begin suffering from serious remission. This" he showed the guard the poison. "Is her drug. If you don't want her to die, you will give this to her."

He released his grip ever so slightly, yet still continued pressing against the man’s throat firmly. “Clarkson.. takes drugs? Why.. why have you changed your story now? Earlier this thing was a serum to help a genetic condition she has, now she is addicted to drugs. Which one is it, hmm?”

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

The man scoffed, before saying. "Very well. You want to know the truth? I am her drug dealer. For the pqst two yearsz Clarkson has been consuming a very addictive drug called XtV to cope with her stress at work. Thing is, if she does not take the drug once per day, she will begin suffering from serious remission. This" he showed the guard the poison. "Is her drug. If you don't want her to die, you will give this to her."

He released his grip ever so slightly, yet still continued pressing against the man’s throat firmly. “Clarkson.. takes drugs? Why.. why have you changed your story now? Earlier this thing was a serum to help a genetic condition she has, now she is addicted to drugs. Which one is it, hmm?”

"You're good at this. You blew my initial cover. That story failed, so I told you the truth" He told the guard calmly

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

He released his grip ever so slightly, yet still continued pressing against the man’s throat firmly. “Clarkson.. takes drugs? Why.. why have you changed your story now? Earlier this thing was a serum to help a genetic condition she has, now she is addicted to drugs. Which one is it, hmm?”

"You're good at this. You blew my initial cover. That story failed, so I told you the truth" He told the guard calmly

“If you were here for honest, sincere reasons, you wouldn’t need a cover at all. Now tell me the truth, the real truth, or I won’t hesitate to choke the life out of you.” The guard growled, and tightened his grip, shoving the man roughly against the wall.

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"You're good at this. You blew my initial cover. That story failed, so I told you the truth" He told the guard calmly

“If you were here for honest, sincere reasons, you wouldn’t need a cover at all. Now tell me the truth, the real truth, or I won’t hesitate to choke the life out of you.” The guard growled, and tightened his grip, shoving the man roughly against the wall.

The man yelped in pain, struggling to breathe. "P-please. S-she w-will die. D-drug r-remissiom" he struggled to stay conscious

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

"You're good at this. You blew my initial cover. That story failed, so I told you the truth" He told the guard calmly

“If you were here for honest, sincere reasons, you wouldn’t need a cover at all. Now tell me the truth, the real truth, or I won’t hesitate to choke the life out of you.” The guard growled, and tightened his grip, shoving the man roughly against the wall.

The man yelped in pain, struggling to breathe. "P-please. S-she w-will die. D-drug r-remissiom" he struggled to stay conscious

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“If you were here for honest, sincere reasons, you wouldn’t need a cover at all. Now tell me the truth, the real truth, or I won’t hesitate to choke the life out of you.” The guard growled, and tightened his grip, shoving the man roughly against the wall.

The man yelped in pain, struggling to breathe. "P-please. S-she w-will die. D-drug r-remissiom" he struggled to stay conscious

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneers, and forces the man against the wall. “TELL ME THE TRUTH! LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH.”

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

The man yelped in pain, struggling to breathe. "P-please. S-she w-will die. D-drug r-remissiom" he struggled to stay conscious

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneers, and forces the man against the wall. “TELL ME THE TRUTH! LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH.”

Unable to do anything else, the agent reaches for his handgun, trying to fire on the guard

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneers, and forces the man against the wall. “TELL ME THE TRUTH! LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH.”

Unable to do anything else, the agent reaches for his handgun, trying to fire on the guard

The guard is hit at point blank range, crumpling to the floor as blood splatters onto the glass screen of Clarkson’s Hospital suite, whilst the other guards rush forwards, grabbing the man by his arms and attempting to reach for the handgun, tasers pointed at him. “FREEZE!”

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

Unable to do anything else, the agent reaches for his handgun, trying to fire on the guard

The guard is hit at point blank range, crumpling to the floor as blood splatters onto the glass screen of Clarkson’s Hospital suite, whilst the other guards rush forwards, grabbing the man by his arms and attempting to reach for the handgun, tasers pointed at him. “FREEZE!”

The man attempted to jump out of the guards' arms, ignoring their warnings and dashing towards a corner, so that he could get to cover.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The guard is hit at point blank range, crumpling to the floor as blood splatters onto the glass screen of Clarkson’s Hospital suite, whilst the other guards rush forwards, grabbing the man by his arms and attempting to reach for the handgun, tasers pointed at him. “FREEZE!”

The man attempted to jump out of the guards' arms, ignoring their warnings and dashing towards a corner, so that he could get to cover.

As the other guards ran after the man, one of the guards aimed his taser squarely at the man’s back, activating a crackling bolt of electricity with a buzzing pulse as it travelled to the operative’s body whilst two other guards attempted to grab him.

[Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries]

-snip-

Two men quickly flank from behind. One is the same one-eyed man from before, and the other seems to be his Accomplice. The are armed with suppressed, USP-45s painted matte white, pointed at the agent.
"Glasburg Security Warfare Department Special Directive Group 'Basilisk'. Just... Who the hell, exactly are you?"

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

The man attempted to jump out of the guards' arms, ignoring their warnings and dashing towards a corner, so that he could get to cover.

As the other guards ran after the man, one of the guards aimed his taser squarely at the man’s back, activating a crackling bolt of electricity with a buzzing pulse as it travelled to the operative’s body whilst two other guards attempted to grab him.

The current travelled through the man's body, as he fell flat on his stomach. Using whatever power he had left, he turned on his back, and began shooting at the enemy guards while lying down.

-snip-

Two men quickly flank from behind. One is the same one-eyed man from before, and the other seems to be his Accomplice. The are armed with suppressed, USP-45s painted matte white, pointed at the agent.
"Glasburg Security Warfare Department Special Directive Group 'Basilisk'. Just... Who the hell, exactly are you?"

Seeing the SROM officers, he attempts to use some of his remaining bullets to target them, ignoring their question

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

As the other guards ran after the man, one of the guards aimed his taser squarely at the man’s back, activating a crackling bolt of electricity with a buzzing pulse as it travelled to the operative’s body whilst two other guards attempted to grab him.

The current travelled through the man's body, as he fell flat on his stomach. Using whatever power he had left, he turned on his back, and began shooting at the enemy guards while lying down.

Two men quickly flank from behind. One is the same one-eyed man from before, and the other seems to be his Accomplice. The are armed with suppressed, USP-45s painted matte white, pointed at the agent.
"Glasburg Security Warfare Department Special Directive Group 'Basilisk'. Just... Who the hell, exactly are you?"

Seeing the SROM officers, he attempts to use some of his remaining bullets to target them, ignoring their question

Multiple guards crumpled to the floor, blood spraying across the room as, in a final effort to win, the same guard who had fired the taser aimed his handgun, and shot three times, point blank at the man’s chest.

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

The current travelled through the man's body, as he fell flat on his stomach. Using whatever power he had left, he turned on his back, and began shooting at the enemy guards while lying down.



Seeing the SROM officers, he attempts to use some of his remaining bullets to target them, ignoring their question

Multiple guards crumpled to the floor, blood spraying across the room as, in a final effort to win, the same guard who had fired the taser aimed his handgun, and shot three times, point blank at the man’s chest.

The bullets pierced his chest, vaporizing his vital organs. One entered the left artery of his heart, the other his right lung, and the last breached his spleen. With this amount of blood loss, the man immediately fainted, and, if not given proper medical attention, would die withing five minutes

[Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries]

Seeing the SROM officers, he attempts to use some of his remaining bullets to target them, ignoring their question

The younger of the two screams as a bullet shatters his orbital bone. He nurses his face as blood pours from it. Meanwhile the other man walks towards the wounded Agent, picking up the ampoule.

“Hmmm. Saxitoxin. This guy must be really well stocked. I suspect a foreign agency at play, but who?”

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

Multiple guards crumpled to the floor, blood spraying across the room as, in a final effort to win, the same guard who had fired the taser aimed his handgun, and shot three times, point blank at the man’s chest.

The bullets pierced his chest, vaporizing his vital organs. One entered the left artery of his heart, the other his right lung, and the last breached his spleen. With this amount of blood loss, the man immediately fainted, and, if not given proper medical attention, would die withing five minutes

“What do you say we do?” One guard asked, as the guard who had interrogated the operative staggered weakly forwards, kicking the unconscious man a few times to check whether he was still alive. Upon checking his pulse, he sniffed. “He’s alive. Barely. Get this man some medical attention, please. From there, we find whoever got him to work against us and send them back to the Stone Age.”

A group of doctors hurried over, checking his breathing and immediately attempting to stem the bleeding in his lung, whilst the heart injury was - the way they saw it - far more difficult to treat.

[The Grand Economic Consortium]

The bullets pierced his chest, vaporizing his vital organs. One entered the left artery of his heart, the other his right lung, and the last breached his spleen. With this amount of blood loss, the man immediately fainted, and, if not given proper medical attention, would die withing five minutes

“What do you say we do?” One guard asked, as the guard who had interrogated the operative staggered weakly forwards, kicking the unconscious man a few times to check whether he was still alive. Upon checking his pulse, he sniffed. “He’s alive. Barely. Get this man some medical attention, please. From there, we find whoever got him to work against us and send them back to the Stone Age.”

A group of doctors hurried over, checking his breathing and immediately attempting to stem the bleeding in his lung, whilst the heart injury was - the way they saw it - far more difficult to treat.

The agent remained unconscious, as blood was rapidly pouring out of his spleen. Because of the treated lung, his time left to live had been extended, but, if the rest of the wounds were not treated, the blood loss would soon become critical