The Intangible
UNSC Database
Project Freelancer General Files
AI Division: Procurement
Subject 04 Delta
Video Log: Apprehension of Candidate North, Derek
Lt. F Alonzo, Office of Naval Intelligence
Begin playback...
A door opens somewhere off-screen. A male voice, speaking into a chatter. "No. No no, I understand." A pause. "Yes. Tell him that the test went well. ...Uh-huh. Yes, it's been calibrated. The telescope should be fully operational by next month. ...Huh? No, Weathers is the project leader, I'm sort of second in command." Silence. "Yes. Yes, I'll see you in the office on Tuesday. Have a safe weekend, Benjamin."
The target passes into view and sets his chatter headset down on the counter. His brown hair is cropped close to his head, very utilitarian-looking. He pushes his tortoiseshell glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment. A radio is turned on, set to the local news affiliate. Glasses clink. His back is turned to the camera.
The three-man team moves in. North turns, a startled look on his face at the intrusion. He seems to grow slightly taller. "Excuse me! What are you gentlemen doing in here?!" Guns are drawn. Tranqs. He backs away with his hands help up in a placating manner. "What is it you want? I recognize your style of dress-" Here he looks at the man with the hidden camera- "You're UNSC, yes? No. No, you must be with the Office of Naval Intelligence."
Alonzo speaks up, his voice carrying a slight Spanish accent. "How would you know about us?"
North smiles without an ounce of mirth. "Rumors abound about you gentlemen. About your programs and your subterfuge."
Alonzo barks an order. There are the hollow "pock" noises of three silenced guns firing at once.
The camera must have been blocked by a man's arm, because when the view clears, North is lying on the floor of his small loft. His glasses are fractured along the left lens.
There are a few moments of silence before the recording ends.
End of recording. Replay? Y/N?
N.
Project Freelancer General Files
AI Division: Procurement
Subject 04 Delta
Video Log: Apprehension of Candidate North, Derek
Lt. F Alonzo, Office of Naval Intelligence
Begin playback...
A door opens somewhere off-screen. A male voice, speaking into a chatter. "No. No no, I understand." A pause. "Yes. Tell him that the test went well. ...Uh-huh. Yes, it's been calibrated. The telescope should be fully operational by next month. ...Huh? No, Weathers is the project leader, I'm sort of second in command." Silence. "Yes. Yes, I'll see you in the office on Tuesday. Have a safe weekend, Benjamin."
The target passes into view and sets his chatter headset down on the counter. His brown hair is cropped close to his head, very utilitarian-looking. He pushes his tortoiseshell glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment. A radio is turned on, set to the local news affiliate. Glasses clink. His back is turned to the camera.
The three-man team moves in. North turns, a startled look on his face at the intrusion. He seems to grow slightly taller. "Excuse me! What are you gentlemen doing in here?!" Guns are drawn. Tranqs. He backs away with his hands help up in a placating manner. "What is it you want? I recognize your style of dress-" Here he looks at the man with the hidden camera- "You're UNSC, yes? No. No, you must be with the Office of Naval Intelligence."
Alonzo speaks up, his voice carrying a slight Spanish accent. "How would you know about us?"
North smiles without an ounce of mirth. "Rumors abound about you gentlemen. About your programs and your subterfuge."
Alonzo barks an order. There are the hollow "pock" noises of three silenced guns firing at once.
The camera must have been blocked by a man's arm, because when the view clears, North is lying on the floor of his small loft. His glasses are fractured along the left lens.
There are a few moments of silence before the recording ends.
End of recording. Replay? Y/N?
N.