Vicious Evil Network of Mayhem
Sitting at his desk, he fumes. Organizations aren’t built in a day, especially criminal ones. Despite what you may think, he doesn’t see himself as a criminal mastermind, or as popular culture would have it, supervillain. He’s just a man who was able to build something through a lot of hard work and perseverance. Yes, a lot of it was conducted by way of less-than-legal means, but that doesn’t take away from what was achieved. An organization, a powerful one, that has not only made him a rich man, but all of the people under him as well — yes, even henchmen and evil scientists reap the benefits of the organization they work to defend and support.

Bring Me Her Head
You could taste extraction, but not yet. As you exit the stairs onto the concourse, you’re met with a campus — this organization doesn’t like the military connotation that “base” suggests — on full alert, with the glare of spotlights making it seem like daytime.

This is not good. Or is it?

Through your Trico M50 earpiece — standard issue for all operatives such as yourself — you listen in on the guard chatter. They know you’re out there, they know you accessed the data you were here to take, and they know you’re trying to get out. What they don’t know, is that this is all part of your plan.

The Man with the Plan
When he received the coded message through the closed network terminal — an old boxey Botsford X550, not high on the tech scale, but still in use because of its ease-of-use and foolproof construction — he wasn’t sure why he’d finally been chosen. As a part-time enlistee, he received enough training to make him feel like a bonafide agent, ready to defend human freedom against all that’s evil in the world. But then comes the wait. He’ll be called on when the need arises. It will be unexpected, and the person contacting him will not be known to him. But his training will kick in, he’ll know what to do, and he’ll do it.

Now’s his time. Here’s the plan.

Next: This Monkey’s Gone to Heaven
Previously: 002
Start: 001



Take Me by the Wrist
The Turan SC4700 wrist drive was designed for portability, expandability, and speed. Hardly larger or heavier than an old plastic Swatch, its micro electronic innards power the equivalent of your average laptop. But data’s the thing. Able to hold 1000 terabytes — or 1 petabyte if you will, which explains its popular “Peta” monicker — and with wireless bandwidth (or through optional cord adapter) that would put any optical cable to shame, its purpose is to grab data, and to do it fast.

No self-respecting operative would ever be caught without one.

Dream On
You wake up in a bed, in a room. You’ve been in this room before, but it’s been a while. You lose consciousness again.

Next: Bring Me Her Head
Previously: 001



Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t let the panic set in. You’ve done this before, you can do it again.

The last time you jacked in you got a lay of the land. This isn’t mission impossible. It’s just mission hard as fuck. Alarms are ringing, but you haven’t been spotted yet.

Not yet.

Push the Little Daisies
You’re located on the level 3 underground floor, which includes two possible exits — a lovely combo of elevators or stairs, both guarded. Elevators can mean doors opening on a guarded welcome, so the stairs are the preferred choice.

The only choice.

You run. Running to the entrance to the stairs, you spot two guards, alert, expecting something. Someone. The data you’ve “borrowed” from the installation is safely stored in your wrist drive. You’re going to make it, but there will be blood.

Oh the Memories
This is the story of a woman. The setting is not important, nor the space. What you need to know is this: if you ever encounter this women, you are likely to a) thank the heavens she’s come for you b) curse your bad luck for having to face her c) die.

But the point of this introduction is to simply make one thing clear: she knows what she’s doing, she knows how to get things done, she gets things done.

Now back to the story.

Running Down a Dream
The two guards are maimed and unconscious — if they were conscious, they’d just be wishing that this had been their day off. The flashing red of the alarm in the stairs would normally lead one to panic, but you don’t. You know what you’re doing. You calmly make your way up the stairs, silently navigating your way around the doors to each successive level, until you reach the ground floor. You can taste extraction.

Next: Dream On

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As with everyone else on the planet, I was such a huge fan of the first season of Serial, and couldn’t wait for the second season to start. After listening to just the first two episodes though, I was already ready to step away. It just didn’t grab me at all the way the first season did. I think it’s because what we’re getting this time is more of a whydunnit, and I was way more in the whodunnit of the first season, and the mystery that was evolving with each new episode. Here, it seems like everyone agrees on what happened, and it’s more about whether the suspect was justified or not. I’m not really interested in listening to that story, and so I’m out.