Session 01 (Agent Jason)

Agent Jason leaned back in the creaking chair, lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked around the little office of the South Boston warehouse. He had just spent a few minutes re-organizing the chair and table and taped his gun under the dented metal tabletop, within easy reach.

He put the plastic wrapped folder on the tabletop, suppressing a shudder as he felt the bubbled cover through the plastic of the garbage bag. Something's seriously wrong with this Op. Never expected to see Clove like that.

South Boston  Warehouse

The few times he had met her, she had seemed like nothing would shake her. Just goes to show...

The door opened and two guys walked into the garage. Agent Jason tensed up and observed them. Tall. Seemed to be fit. Military? Not sure. Could be... Let's hope they've got the stomach for this. He watched them wander around the car wreck. They didn't seem to be too much in a rush to make sure the location was secure... something to work on. If they survived that is. Meat for the grinder.

He kept an eye on them as they seem to wander a bit, and the door opened to let another guy in. Hat, suit, the whole lot. Well... that's something different. Definitely not military, that was for sure. The guy with the receding hairline seemed to be a bit on edge and said something to the other two Agent Jason couldn't fully hear. They talked some more and finally the redhead seemed to have noticed the shadowy area in the back and made his way over. Showtime...

They walked in and took place at the table. Agent Jason got straight to it and started with a few basics. No names, no backgrounds, no nothing. Codenames and fake ID's. A quick check revealed that they all were or had been involved with agency work. Good. No civilians. The first two also had seen some action. One of them, Agent Orange (Jude) had been overseas. Let's hope he had been at the front line, not fighting boredom behind a desk. the third guy (Jagger) turned out to be British.

Straight to the point, like Norman did years ago.

"Right. Target is Wayfinders Home for Children, a Russian Orthodox charity in Cheshire. There's four adults on site, two male, one young woman and an old one. They need to be neutralized. Don't let the old woman look at you or talk to you, don't talk to her. Two in the back of the head. Any issues with this?"

He let it hang in the air for a few seconds and observed the reactions around the table. Agent Orange and Fivehead (Jasper) didn't say anything, Luckily they also didn't seem too keen. Good. They might be meat, but they weren't psychos. Van Helsing (Jagger) didn't like this. Was to be expected.

While there was a bit of arguing about the nature of the mission, the folder slid of the table. Agent Jason continued as if he hadn't noticed, but Van Helsing made a move for it and picked it up. Agent Jason told him to put it down and not to touch the thing.

Jason went through a whole heap of Adolphe's Rogers Rules for Ranging. They seemed to be paying attention and if the assassination mission didn't give them the feeling they weren't in Kansas anymore, most of this stuff must have. Once he had gone through the main things, he sent Jude and Jasper out to get the roadmaps out of his car. As soon as they had left the garage he slid the parcel over to Jagger. "Have a look inside. It will explain matters...". He got up and lit another cigarette, walking over to the cracked window looking into the garage. He didn't need to see the contents. Once was enough...

As the other two returned to the garage, he turned and asked the pale looking Englishman if he was ok with the mission now. Jagger nodded, looking as if he was ready to empty his stomach all over the table.

Agent Jason explained more about the Green Boxes and the need to ditch anything that could link to their identities, as well as a heap of rules regarding Intel gathering and scouting. He explained how they would first and before all else head out to Springfield to do this, while also sort out a second vehicle. He took some time to study the maps. Once he had found where Cheshire was, he lit another cigarette. Fuck. Not out there again...

Agent Jason retrieved his taped gun and they all left shortly afterwards, to travel in his car towards Springfield. Jasper threw a few questions at Jagger, who was irritating Agent Jason (as well as the others Jason guessed), by opening the window and playing some Rolling Stones stuff. Agent Jason quickly put an end to question-time and made it clear again that the less you knew about each other the better. He felt like carting a heap of schoolkids around, which did not improve his mood.

Once in Springfield they first headed out to the E-Z Storage Springfield Green Box, where the FNGs left all the sensitive items and papers behind. They all went through the contents of the safe location  (after removing a few chairs to get the crawlspace).

Springfield E-Z Storage

They took most of the weapons and ammo with them, as well as the jerrycan with acid. Agent Jason grabbed two books (the severed Hobo head in a jar was not taken along). He split the group in two, taking Jagger with him, to rent a van. The others sorted out a motel, where they all met each other a bit later. Agent Jason decided that in the morning, Jude and Jasper would head to Pittsfield, to find a rally point. He sent Jagger to the library to look up whatever he could find on the Home or on Russian Orthodox charities, while he went to town hall to see if he could get any copies of the floorplan of the house. No such luck.

Jagger didn't find anything either, so Agent Jason spent some time to double check, with the same results.

They decided to head out to Pittsfield and check for plans of the house there. Agent Jason was able to get them at the town hall, running the real estate agent spiel, and then decided to meet up with Jude and Jasper. The guys had found a good rally point, secluded and with multiple exits,

Floor-plan - Wayfinders Home for Children

which made Agent Jason feel a bit more confident. What didn't please him was the fact that they had decided to do a first recce of the house, driving past it and backtracking and having a look at mailbox and a sign warning visitors about the dogs. He felt like punching them in the mouth, but refrained from doing so. He did repeat that that stuff needed to be handled by the full team. They probably weren't too happy with his reaction, but he didn't give a fuck. Sure, it's the kind of thing you do when you're a cop doing a bit of a stakeout on the local drug dealer. But this wasn't. Who knows who was looking from the woods. Or what...

They started to get ready, as Agent Jason decided they needed to get closer. They studied the plan of the house. Looked like there were multiple entry points, as well as multiple windows. The only thing that didn't make sense wads that there was only one floor, and a few bedrooms. Nowhere near enough be some kind of home for children.

They headed out, in two cars and took the normal precautions. As Jason made his way behind Jagger through the woods across the road of the Home, he stopped a few times to look back. Were they out here? Were they the same?

They joined up with the others and quickly crossed the road, and headed towards a hill when they all noticed they were walking on a stretch of field where the ground was covered with rusty spikes. They went down and slowly crawled up the hill, in the rain. Once they made their way up it, they had a much better overview of the place... and there was more than one building. They saw some kind of cabin next to the house, with a swing, as well as a shack with some kind of fenced area next to it.

Overview Wayfinders Home Surroundings

A few floodlights were on... and there were kids playing. In the rain. At night. wearing little more than a t-shirt and shorts. What the hell? There was a large woman... hang on. Was that a man in a dress? It definitely had a beard. As well as a cattle-prod. And a ferret. Some Russian music was playing, sounding like something out of World War II. The Russian shouted something to Stepan, or someone with a similar name.

A noise behind them drew Jason's attention to a dog, some dirty looking mutt that was just standing there. Didn't look like much of a guard dog. One of the others threw some of the meat Jagger had prepared towards it. Jason expected one of the others to take care of the dog, while he kept looking at what was going on beneath, through his sight.

There was another guy there. So these must be the two men. Then he noticed one of the kids looking straight up at them. At him. "Don't freak me out, kid," he thought, "I only need to kill the four adults. Please don't give me any fucked up shit that we have to take care of these kids as well..."

He heard Jasper hiss something and looked back to see that the dog had bitten him. For fuck sake, why wasn't that dog asleep or dead? Jasper rolled over and hit it hard with the axe he had take from the Green Box, chasing it off.

Jason bit his tongue, already going over a few parts of the debriefing, and turned his attention back to what was going on below. He noticed the bearded thing rounding everyone up and gathering them towards the cabin. This was not going to be easy... he looked around, checking the other houses with the scope, while Jagger was doing some first aid on Jasper, who all of a sudden yelped.

Jason turned the scope on the second guy. He clearly had heard something, as he was starting to walk towards them. Fuck it. They were made. "Here they come..." Jason thought, his eyes quickly glancing at the darkness around them, between the trees and the woods behind. "Here they come... beast masks and antlers and all..."

His leg started to ache.

Fucking New Guys....