05-10-2015, 06:29 AM
Theo Pryce sits in a blacked out Lincoln just two blocks from the office building that houses the office of Connecticut Senator Jack Edwards. Earlier today, Theo's older brother, Sebastian Duke, had a surprise meeting with the Senator and it did not turn out well. Senator Edwards has been tasked by the President to investigate the connections between the Illuminatus Regime that controls Germany, and elements within the United States Military. Duke, being a major contributor to the young Senator, was insistent that the Senator bury the investigation since they both knew that the trail would lead to him, and ultimately his brother who still has ties to Central Intelligence. The result of the surprise meeting was an impasse. Senator Edwards all but refused to back down. Sebastian Duke vowed to bury him because of it.
â€Sebastian, are you sure this is what you want?†Theo asks into his hidden microphone, connecting him to his brother and to Matthew back in Germany.
â€I'm positive,†replies the Illuminatus King before pausing. â€Get in there, and raid his office. We need to know the evidence that he has.â€
â€From what you told me, you already told him everything he needed to know,†Theo states.
â€I didn't tell him anything he didn't already suspect,†he hesitates before concluding, â€if he has anything concrete, you'll have to take him out. Tonight. Understood?â€
â€Loud and clear,†responds Theo. He lays his head back against the headrest of the comfortable Lincoln interior. â€Matthew, how close are we?†he asks the Illuminatus resident hacker.
â€I'm in their system right now. I'm close to deactivating their camera systems as we speak,†Matthew responds.
â€What happens? Will their monitors just go black? That might cause more problems than me just going in with the cameras on me,†Theo offers.
â€No, we have a loop in place. They'll see nothingness over and over. Just what they think is a live feed,†explains the King.
â€You can head to the building, Theo. By the time you're there, we'll be ready to go,†Matthew states into Theo's ear.
Without responding, Theo Pryce turns the ignition inside the Lincoln he rented earlier under the assumed identity of Steven Jenkins. The engine fires and Theo Pryce, the brother of the Illuminatus King, becomes Theo Pryce, the highly trained Central Intelligence Operative. He navigates slowly for the two short blocks to the Hart building and pulls the car to a stop just down the street.
â€All go, Theo. You're in the clear,†comes the word from Matthew.
Theo kills the engine and pulls leather gloves over his hands, then steps out of the car. He closes the door behind him and rolls down the familiar gray and black mask. Theo Pryce the Central Intelligence Operative, just became the Enigma once again.
â€We'll maintain radio silence until you're in. Let us know as soon as you enter the Senator's office,†Matthew requests.
â€Affirmative,†replies Enigma as he proceeds onto the grounds surrounding the Hart Senate Office Building.
Wesley Jordan has been with Capitol Security since he was just eighteen years old. Now that he's on the brink of his retirement in just two weeks, he takes his job even more seriously now than he ever has. Most nights, he's personally training his successor. After forty-two years on the job, now more than ever, he respects these quiet nights in the nations capital. Wesley's successor has the night off, so for once, he can just kick back and unwind a little. It's still another hour until he has to make his patrol of the grounds so at the moment, he plays Texas Hold 'Em on the internet while casually glancing at the wall of security monitors in front of him.
Having just busted out of his online tournament, Wesley Jordan closes his laptop computer and looks out the window onto the grounds of the office building, then stares into the monitors. Something seems peculiar. Out the window, a person walks toward the office building along a row of visitor restrooms, yet on the monitor, no one is there. Wesley gets up and pulls his sidearm then exits the guard house in search of the person he just saw.
When he exits the guard house, the man is nowhere to be seen. He flicks on his flashlight and slowly approaches the row of restrooms. It was the last place he saw the man so it's an obvious starting point. Quietly, he nears the restroom and shines his light all around, seeing nothing but blank brick walls. With his heart racing, Wesley comes even closer to the rest room, to within an arms length.
Enigma stands in shadows of an alcove, watching as the guard approaches. The older man flashes his light all around with his gun drawn. Enigma reaches out and wraps his arm around the neck of the guard and easily removes the gun from his hand. The guards eyes grow wide with terror and confusion.
â€Germany sends their regards,†whispers Enigma into the guards ear before ejecting the Duke specialty, the spring loaded dagger, into the back of the mans neck, severing the spinal cord. The man gasps, then falls silently limp and Enigma drops him to the concrete pad.
â€Enigma, do you copy?†asks Matthew, breaking the intended radio silence.
Enigma shakes his fist in frustration then retreats back into the alcove before answering. â€Of course. What is it?â€
â€The King heard you say something. He just wanted to be sure everything was okay,†explains Matthew.
â€Before I proceed, what am I to do with potential witnesses?†Enigma asks.
â€Proceed however you see fit, little brother. If you think disposing of them is necessary, then so be it,†the King answers.
â€Noted. Maintain silence. I'm going to enter the building now.â€
Before exiting the alcove, Enigma retrieves his cell phone from his pocket and snaps a photo of the dead security guard. He then steps out of the shadows and grabs the guards sidearm and entrance badge, then walks toward the Hart building entrance. At the entrance, its as simple as sliding the key card of Wesley Jordon into the slot and walking through the door.
Once inside, Enigma becomes more cautious.
â€I'm inside,†Enigma whispers.
The building is dimly lit and sound carries easily. Not to mention that at least a half dozen guards patrol the interior of the building at night. Maybe more. The masked Enigma walks the hallway slowly and steadily. As he nears an intersection, he hears a voice nearby, sounding as if they're talking on a cell phone. Enigma, pressed against the wall, peeks around the corner and spies a guard with his back to him and a cell phone to his ear.
â€Yeah, I'm at work tonight,†says the guard.
Enigma emerges around the corner.
â€No, she's twenty-seven. A journalist for the Washington Post,†the guard says to his caller.
Enigma approaches the man, silently.
â€Hey, I'll call you when I get off. Wes should be around any time now. I can't afford another write up,†says the guard.
Enigma is just a foot behind the guard.
â€Alright, talk to ya later,†says the guard as he ends the call.
The masked assassin then ejects his dagger, then quickly and almost effortlessly brings his arm over the mans shoulder and slices his throat. The guard drops to the floor and gasps for air as he chokes on his own blood. Enigma once again retrieves his cell phone and snaps a photo of the dying man.
Off to Enigma's left, he hears a door open and he quickly retreats into an open door way.
â€Hey Brent,†a man calls out. â€JESUS CHRIST! BRENT!†yells the man as he runs over to the now dead guard. â€We have a man down! First floor corridor! We need...†the man cuts off his own speech as Enigma emerges from the darkened door way. â€How did you get in here!? Who the hell are you!?†demands the guard as he pulls his gun.
Enigma points Wesley Jordan's sidearm at the mans head, â€I wouldn't do that if I were you,†says Enigma to the guard who is hovering over the dead body of Brent. Off to his left, you can hear numerous footsteps thumping on the floor coming nearer to them.
â€What is it you want?†asks the guard, frozen in place with his gun partially drawn.
â€What do I want? I don't want anything,†Enigma answers. â€But those I work for, they do indeed want something,†he concludes.
â€Please. Don't hurt anyone else. I'll do what I can to help you and get us all out of this situation,†the guard pleads.
A half dozen guards burst through the doorway from the upper floor and Enigma fires his gun, putting a bullet right between the eyes of the guard. The man drops instantly and the remaining guards hit the deck as Enigma turns toward them and starts firing as he approaches. A couple of the guards start to fire back, but its far too late for that. Enigma executes each of them quickly.
â€How many guards are on duty tonight, Matthew?†Enigma asks.
â€What the hell is going on in there? Did you just get into a firefight?†asks Matthew, answering a question by asking a question.
â€There was firing, but it wasn't much of a fight. They're all dead. How many guards?†he asks again.
â€Nine total. Eight on the interior. One outside at post.â€
â€Well, I killed nine guards. So, there's that,†Enigma jokes.
â€Never mind that now. Get into Edwards' office. Keep me in the loop,†commands the Illuminatus King.
Enigma snaps more photos then proceeds through the door and up the steps. Within just a few seconds he's on the top floor and seeking out Senator Jack Edwards' office. He looks around as he proceeds then finally comes across it, about half way down the hall way. A few seconds later, he enters the locked office of Jack Edwards.
â€I'm in the office, Brother,†says Enigma toward his older brother.
â€Good. Sweep that office. Find anything you can. If it looks like it can be used against us, take it. Destroy it. I don't care, just make sure he no longer has it,†commands the King.
Enigma starts in the obvious place- Jack Edwards' desk. It doesn't take long. He quickly finds the recorder that Senator Edwards revealed after Sebastian Duke made his exit earlier this morning. He hits the play button and hears his brothers voice. So does the King himself.
â€What the hell is that? Is that me?â€
â€It surely is,†Enigma replies.
â€Turn that office upside down! Find everything!†shouts the King.
Enigma searches everything. More desk drawers, the Senator's computer, filing cabinets, everything. Nothing else concrete turned up. In fact, the voice recorder is the only indication that Senator Edwards is even worried about the King of the Illuminatus at all.
â€That's it,†Enigma informs those listening.
â€Just the voice recorder,†the Illuminatus leader thinks aloud.
â€What next?â€
â€Pay Edwards that visit. Make him regret ever turning his back on me.â€
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