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Old Jun 26th, 2022, 12:35 PM
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Beginnings: February 3rd, 2001
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Close UpCU. MONTAGE OF ASSORTED CELL PHONE SCREENS LIGHTING UP IN THE DARK.

A variety of hands, men’s and women’s, some calloused… some smooth, all reach for their phones as they vibrate to life in the dead of night. All click on the incoming message.

CU. EMAIL MESSAGE

The message is short and to the point.

Date: February 3rd, 2001

Time: 10:00AM

Address: Holiday Inn Express- 11509 Red Run Blvd, Owings Mills, MD 21117

Topic: Domestic Abuse Intervention and Response Professional Development Seminar 2B

ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY. CIVILIAN ATTIRE ONLY

Each of you stare at the dimly lit screen, rereading the message before quickly hitting delete. The timing is certainly inconvenient. It’s currently four in the morning, and a deep chill hangs in the air.

The late notice leaves you little time to prepare but the email has come from official sources and orders are orders.

Hopefully the conference proves to be more than just a waste of your time.

OocWelcome to Delta Green: Each of you have been ordered to attend this training. Your character would not know that this is anything more than routine, inconvenient training.
*Each email would have been individually tailored to be from some one whose orders would not be questioned.
*In your opening post please introduce your character and bring us through their preparations and travel to the Holiday Express. My next post will detail what you find at the hotel.
*If the opportunity presents itself, feel free to introduce some of your bonds as well.
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Old Jun 27th, 2022, 01:19 PM
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The stay at the Washington Four Seasons was productive. Mike used the hotel notepad and pen to map out his priorities and start to dissect this latest assignment. He realized the new friendlies actually had skills that would help. In the mean time he would do his due diligence.

He did his work in the Lounge at the Bourbon Steak. The Bourbon Steak was well known for Japanese and American high quality steaks, and their dry-aged technique was refined. There was competition in Vegas where Mike lived, but The Bourbon Steak was about as good as a steakhouse could be. Mike had a filet with au jus and a glass of bourbon. The garlic mashed potatoes were fantastic.

The forensic surgeon dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a bomber jacket and sunglasses. Mike was handsome and fit, and his confidence rolled off of him. Both the younger waitress and middle-aged waitress working the Lounge were very attractive and Mike put his toned body on display when they came around. They looked Mike's way more than once, and spent too much time at the table making conversation rather than covering the rest of the lounge. Mike imagined a hot three-way with the waitresses to crowd out the brainworm his damn handler had given him.

Go **** yourself, Mike thought while he stared at the folders in front of him. His handler had presented an unenviable task, and Mike almost thought about using the burner phone to call back and dump the case. Then he thought back to what he had seen.

Damn it! I can't just drop the damn case! Mike moved uneasily in his lounge chair. He pushed the thoughts aside and got back into the work. The work always settled him.

Mike sat with his legs kicked up on the cocktail table despite the lack of decorum that generated. The stupid Four Seasons Magazine had fallen on the floor twice before the younger waitress came and tossed it onto another table. Post-It notes and the hotel pad were scribbled with notes and crossouts on the table in front of the driven surgeon. He had a final check off list. Each task had a little fill-in box. A habit from the internship at Vanderbuilt.

Lucky for Mike, Washington was the Mecca of information. So he started digging.

While he dug, he worked on the presentation for the friendlies. Boring enough for the normies, then capture the friendlies, Mike strategized. He thought about the friendlies and their qualifications.

They looked good on paper, at least.
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At the buzzing of his Nokia phone, Kemeny immediately sits up from his bunk in base housing and grabs his phone. He is currently detailed to Fort George S. Meade with several other senior Ranger leaders for an intelligence briefing from the NSA at their headquarters about a possible upcoming overseas involvement. Eyeing the time, he immediately registers that his alarm was set to go off at 0430 hours and it was only 0400. Then he sees the text notification.

Opening the text, he squints to read it in the dark and shakes his head. Something must've happened back down at Hunter. He has seen this kind of reactionary training before - in fact, the Army frequently did such knee jerk trainings like this. If an incident occurs, it all trickles down and everyone has to run to get trained to prevent it from happening again. Granted, Kemeny hated the kind of guy to lay hands on a woman - God help the Ranger that ever did so on his watch. He remembers two years ago when his sister was at Louisiana State University and her boyfriend at the time slapped her one night after dinner. He still remembers the look on the face of the Rude Cajun term for a foolish personcouillion when he showed up pounding on her apartment door the next morning to escort him out. Especially as Kemeny was stationed in Georgia at the time and had driven 8 straight hours to be there. Now that was a fun day, he grinned to himself, wishing like hell the bastard had had enough bottle to take a swing at him.

He wasn't quite sure where Owing Mills was, so he reaches into his nearby rucksack and pulls out a map of Maryland. Every time he travels to a new state, Kemeny likes to stop by a welcome center along the highway and grab a state map. Some of the younger Rangers liked to poke fun at him for doing so, but Kemeny always jabbed right back that they were way too reliant on GPS - when they went down, conventional land navigation skills would still be necessary. By his calculations, not a far drive at all.

Kemeny works out that morning with the other Rangers - a brutal circuit of calisthenics and buddy exercises followed by a long run and some wind sprints at the end. Then, after a hot shower, a change of clothes, and some chow, he coordinates plans for later that evening after the seminar to discuss what he had learned with his platoon commander. Donning a plain black polo shirt (tucked in, of course), creased khaki pants with a black dress belt (aligned perfectly with the fly of the pants), and highly polished black Oxfords, he still reeks of military bearing despite his civilian attire. His closely cropped hair, weathered skin, callused hands, and tattooed rock-hard physique does nothing to disguise it either.

Kemeny puts some personal effects into a black portfolio case - a notebook, some pens, two highlighters, phone and charger, protein bars. He then makes his way to his rental vehicle, leaving promptly at 0845 hours. He arrives early - 0930 hours - and after locking his rental car and making a mental note of where he parks, begins to make his way towards the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express.
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Just as they did most Saturdays, on Feburary 3rd, Jonah and Barbara Dobson slept in to the whopping hour of eight o'clock. Usual routines included coffee, newspaper, and discussion of their day ahead. Some weekends one or both of the older couple would have something going on at their workplace, the State Police Headquarters or the Baltimore County Public Library, respectively, and they had to coordinate who would take the car.

As such, it wasn't until she was dressed for work and putting on her hat and coat at 8:45am that Barbara spotted the message on her phone, which had spent the night on the radiator cover that served as an entry hall table. It was confusing for a moment, as few part-time librarians had any business attending a domestic violence intervention seminar, but then she saw it was from Sgt. Brett Thompson from the Homicide Unit, who only a couple days before had jokingly informed her that if she wanted to become a licensed private investigator, there were a number of hoops she would have to jump through. At least she'd thought he was joking. "Honey? Change of plans. Looks like I'm going to run up to the Holiday Inn Express in Owings Mills. Might be all morning." At least Thompson wouldn't be put in the position of having to explain to a judge why someone outside the unit had solved a twenty-year-old cold case riddle if she were licensed. It wasn't like the library couldn't do without her for one children's story time.

Babs climbed the stairs to their bedroom, the now-empty family home speaking to her with familiar little creaks and groans. She had a leather briefcase somewhere, she knew; where it was at present was anyone's guess. It took her a couple tries—namely the closet shelf, closet floor, and behind her rocking chair—before she spotted the leather bag leaning against the far side of her dresser, nearly in the corner. The natural tan briefcase had two molded leather handles and her initials—B.J.D.— stamped in fading gold on the outside above the single outer pocket. She cast around yet further before discovering the shoulder strap she wanted had fallen behind her long dresser, and required quite a bit of maneuvering to fish it out. Once that was attached to the brass D-rings, she had the bag. Her favorite camel jacket matched the bag, so that was an easy addition. Her usual work attire was blouse and skirt, so she looked the part. What the 'civilian attire' comment in the message meant, she wasn't sure, but perhaps Thompson had simply sent the same message to her as he had to some of his troopers.

Mrs. Dobson had a feeling she would be the oldest person at the seminar, and wanted to make a good impression. A legal pad and a few pens remained in the briefcase since the last time she used it years before, but she didn't know what else she might need—her large purse held everything but the kitchen sink as it was. She changed her earrings for a pair of ivory pearl earbobs that had been an anniversary gift from her husband a few years before; a simple gold-tone and pearl brooch at her throat made her feel a bit more dressed up for the professional occasion.

When she returned to the kitchen, Jonah looked up from his paper to smile, but didn't comment on her new look. "Would you like me to drop you somewhere before I leave?" Babs asked her husband, going to the fridge to make herself an additional, heartier breakfast. Not knowing what the seminar would entail meant that she would need the extra protein. A grunt was her only response, but it was enough. Their 40th anniversary was coming up next month; they'd known one another long enough to understand each other without words. If he needed something, Jonah would speak up. If he didn't, she could leave him to finish his coffee and Baltimore Sun.

Babs was in no hurry to get going, not with Owings Mills just up the road from her home in Pikesville, and so her beige Grand Marquis didn't pull into the Holiday Inn Express parking lot until after 9:30am. All bundled up in her skirt-length, charcoal gray, wool coat, matching eggplant purple and ivory scarf and hat, and eggplant leather gloves, Mrs. Dobson adjusted the padded piece along the shoulder strap of her briefcase and slung it over her shoulder alongside her purse, and then made her way inside and up to the front desk, offering a cheerful smile to the attendant. "Excuse me, she's almost 60; this applies to almost anyone without sarcasmdear, could you direct me to the seminar, please? I don't wish to be late."

OOCIn Baltimore, Feb 3 2001 was windy, cloudy in the morning, with clear skies by noon; at 8:55am it was 25°F, with a high of 35°F.
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A pair of puffy, red, bleary eyes open in the darkness.

The first thing they focused on was the red light of an alarm clock on the far side of the room

04:03

Teddy rolled over and reached out into the darkness.

Nothing.

The bed was cold.

Then it all came back.

The tequila had done its jobs, at least, for a little while.

Teddy had forgotten about the breakup, forgotten that he was in his big bed – alone.

A frustrated moan escaped his lips as he reached for the mobile device.

The blackberry had a little unread message symbol flashing.

Teddy read the message.

Then read it again.

Maryland?
Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.
As he counted, he lifted a finger.

I can’t get to Maryland by ten.

Teddy groaned as he sat up in bed. The cool night air clung to his frame, his sweat from the night before had matted part of his hair and he shivered as the sweat began to evaporate from his body.
Next came standing up; a feat which nearly overcame Teddy with waves of nausea.

Whoa their Teddy-boy. We’re gonna have to go nice and slow if we’re gonna get to Maryland at all.

Steadying himself against the wall he took a deep breath before he made his way into the bathroom and relieved himself. Standing on the cold bathroom tiles gave him a moment to come to terms with being awake at four am after a night of tequila, sappy French movies, and crying.

Mrrow.

Hey Winston. You hungry buddy? Daddy’s gotta go halfway across the country today. Teddy flushed the toilet and then proceeded into the kitchen where he slowly prepared some coffee before taking the time to open a can of Friskies Chicken Pate for Winston. The smell nearly caused Teddy to vomit into the sink, but he held his composure long enough to place the food into the bowl on the floor.

Winston mewed excitedly before gorging.

Gonna have to take the Amrak to have any chance of getting there on time.

Teddy stumbled back into the bedroom of his lofted Boston apartment. Teddy flicked on the light before bending down and grabbed the pair of tight black Valentino jeans he had worn last night and slid himself into them. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror Teddy frowned. He poked his nonexistent bicep and glanced at his muscularly deficient chest.

I’m going to be alone forever aren’t I?

Teddy shook his head, temporarily banishing the thoughts from his head. He was going to have to move quickly if he was going to have any chance of making it to this stupid surprise meeting on time.

Teddy quickly tucked himself into his jeans, grabbed an emerald-green pearl snap shirt and a patterned tapestry print green and black blazer. Teddy popped into the bathroom gargle some mouthwash and spray himself with a spritz of his favorite perfume, Shéhérazade. It was a woman’s perfume, but Teddy loved the way it smelled. Rose and Jasmin playfully flirting with spicy wallflower and blackcurrant all overtop of amber, musk, and bourbon vanilla. It almost made him forget he smelled like the bottom of a waiter’s boot after two dollar margarita night at Chilacates.

Well, he’d have to finish his morning ablutions on the train.

Grabbing his to go bag, his wallet, keys, and stopping to smoosh Winston’s fluffy grey head, Teddy briskly walked out the door, then turned right around and headed right back to the kitchen. He grabbed his to go mug which was decorated with a decal of Betty Boop, filled it up, clicked off the Mr. Coffee, and then headed out the door.
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It is a brisk 25 degrees with a steady 15 mph breeze when the sun rises in the morning. The ground holds a surprise coating of snow, over an inch by the look of it. The Holiday Inn Express & Suites is located next to I-795, less than 25 miles Northwest of Baltimore. The Baltimore Ravens Headquarters is a short drive from the hotel. M&T Stadium, newly built in 1998, is just a 25 mile drive away.

Of course, you doubt this hastily scheduled meeting will end with an entertaining field trip to the stadium. From the title alone, Domestic Abuse Intervention and Response Professional Development Seminar 2B, you don’t have much faith in what the day may hold. In fact, It’s probably a safe bet that by the end of the training, a stiff drink will be in order.

Taking exit 7B off of 795 onto Franklin Boulevard until it turns into Red Run Boulevard, The Holiday Inn Express quickly comes into view on the left. The sterile hotel decor welcomes you as you enter the lobby as does the smell of bland coffee and stale croissants. To your right is a small breakfast station… three coffee pots, two regular, one decaf and a three tier shelf of bagels… all plain, protected behind liftable plastic lids.

The desk clerks smile as you enter and you quickly see your destination up ahead. A small placard next to a door at the far end of the lobby has the title of the seminar and walking up to the room reveals a cramped facsimile of a conference room. A long table is surrounded by 12 uncomfortable beige chairs, six chairs on each side. The table sits in front of a pulled down projector screen, a small tray of bagels and a coffee pot sit in the center of the table.

Standing at the head of the table is a rather intense looking man with manilla folders arrayed in front of him. Held tightly in his hand is a tattered pink folder with a cartoon cat on the front right corner.
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Recruiting friendlies was a difficult thing. They each had their own little exposure that made them think they had some insight. Mike thought it hysterical now, knowing what he did. Unnatural facts. Like that old chestnut about feeling each part of an animal and getting it all wrong.

This animal was tentacles, proboscises, slime, spider eyes, lamprey mouths, gills. You could never get the Unnatural to correct. The Unnatural was uncorrectable.

So the trick was to appeal to that kernel of truth they each possessed while immersing them in the greater truth. The greater truth: we were all ****ed. Truly and completely. The newbies always thought they could fix things somehow. Agents like Mike, exposed to all this crap, knew it couldn't be fixed. The job was more about delaying the inevitable.

With some recruits you had to slow them down. They dipped a toe in and then a foot. They could only process so much at once. If they got below the nuts the shock was too much. Others, like Mike, preferred the jump-right-in approach. To know the right approach you had to get to know the recruits. Mike had never recruited a whole team at once. That seemed reckless; but Clove had given Mike an impossible task. He held the pink kitty folder in his hand before tossing it to the side to prepare for the talk.

Mike had spent hours on the forensics talk. The beginning was boring as ****: statistics on child violence, statistics on orphanages, tax information. He used up his time, then went over. He had to be sure there were no non-friendlies in the audience. Not quite Soviet style loyalty test. ****ing ********. I'm doing this my way.

Next Mike went gory, as per his area of expertise. He started with real forensics files of child abuse, simple scaldings and bruises. Soon he went into more intense violence. Blood, guts, gore. Mike felt his adrenaline surge, and soon his lecture was narrated in an extremely angry tone.

The second sieve had done the job, and now Mike looked back at only the friendlies from the file. Mike looked at the remainder: the recruits.

"I get to pick a letter this time, thank God."

"So let's say J."

"Hello, I'm Agent Jacob."

"Surgeon, Forensics Expert, Scientist. I'm the grizzled veteran."

"Names, starting with a J. I know the real names. Don't want to hear them any more. Names, starting with a J. Then what you do. "

"Welcome to Green."

"Get ready to lose your minds."

OOCHello! I'm your (un)friendly veteran. Time to meet and forge the team.

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Agent Bear. Agent Teddy Bear.The train ride had been unremarkable. Teddy was lucky to have found a train running into the DC area making a quick stop in Baltimore. Perfect. It left at 0440 and would arrive in Baltimore at 0915, he’d used his blackberry to reserve a car and he’d be to Owning Mills hopefully by 0950. He had faith that he’d make it on time. And if not, oh well, don’t schedule surprise meetings for contractors 350 miles away. A valuable lesson to be learned by all.

Teddy had bought a business class ticket since this train didn’t have first class as an option and decided it would be best to do two things. Freshen up – and sleep. Sleeping took the priority. Luckily Teddy was a small man at only 5’5” and he had plenty of space in the seat to rest his head against the window. By the time the train had pulled out of the station the rhythmic swaying had begun to work its magic lulling the man to sleep. The near emptiness of the train had helped – he didn’t feel as nervous about being asleep with so few passengers.

Hours had passed by the time Teddy awoke. He smacked his lips together as he tried to deal with the combination of drool and cottonmouth. A smear of his saliva clung to the window. Teddy looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but to his relief the train was still relatively empty. He checked his blackberry again and noted it was 0900. He’d be in Baltimore soon.
He stretched in his seat and looked down – he realized that in his haste this morning he had buttoned his shirt incorrectly. It sat lopsided; a large pocket bubbled up near his navel exposing the pale flesh.

Get it together Teddy. ****.

Teddy looked around and decided to attempt to those morning ablutions – and headed for the lavatory. Never spacious, just clean enough, and poorly lit – it was a travel bathroom in every way, but it would suffice. Teddy fixed his hair and swished his mouth out with water. He washed his face, and tried to massage down some of the remaining puffiness, a parting gift from the ongoing hangover and night of sobbing into the bottle of tequila.

Looking at himself in the mirror Teddy commented Ten bucks says this seminar sucks. He smiled weakly at himself and returned to his seat for the remainder of the trip.


0957
S’cuse me. Teddy slid between two people lingering in the entryway of the Holiday Inn Express & Suites.

He was so close to being on time.

0958
Shoving creamer and sugar into his pockets Teddy grabbed a pair of coffee cups filled with the burnt, black nectar of the gods and hurried off in the wrong direction before noticing the placard – he then abruptly turned around.

0959
The author hustled down the hallway, suddenly thinking about his time spent in school, both as student and teaching assistant.

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Teddy flounced into the room and looked quickly for a seat. There was only one available. Right up front.

Typical.

Teddy took his seat and waited a few moments for the speaker to start and then quietly, but not so subtly slowly began to empty his pockets of creamer and sugar packets before slowly adding them one by one to his coffee.
Teddy was quite possibly the least prepared person in the room – he knew that. He was used to it. He was always clumped in with the other contractors at the Interior; usually, big brain scientists or military types. Teddy was a creative soul. He created. Everyone else destroyed. Teddy looked around to confirm his suspicions. Not the usual crowd… He thought eyeing several people who looked out of place besides himself. At least I’m the best looking.

As the talk went on Teddy found it hard to focus and dozed off more than once. His eyelids were still heavy, and this speaker appeared to have no intention of stopping any time soon.

Now he just seems angry. Teddy thought as his eyes opened back up to the man practically shouting at the audience. Turning his head to try and wake back up, Teddy noticed that there wasn’t much of an audience left. Checking his phone Teddy couldn’t believe how long this man had been talking. Surely this had been enough to get credit hadn’t it? But then Teddy hadn’t signed in or used his ID in a scanner. No, he’d have to wait otherwise he’d have to go through this whole damn thing again later. May as well stick it out.

Names that start with J? Green? What is this some kind of weird ice breaker?

Teddy was confused – and looked around again, this time a bit bewildered.
Umm. Agent Jules. I guess.

I’m a media specialist and novelist.


Teddy left out the psyops part. He didn’t know what was going on, but that wasn’t exactly information you just share in a hotel conference room.

Agent... Jacob, was it? How much longer is this seminar? Not that it isn’t thrilling, but I have to use the restroom. Teddy glanced at the two emptied cups of coffee.
OoC So the trip is theoretically possible to be done in 3 hours (though most train rides take 7 from Boston to Baltimore) so I had Teddy arrive just in time.
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Late Night Bravo SierraJonathan woke. His secured NSA mobile phone had buzzed with a message.

"Uhgnn, what now?!?" he spoke out loud to no one. A message from his boss? At this hour?

"Sorry, Jon"
"I hate when he calls me 'Jon'."
"This just came through. It's mandatory despite the scheduling SNAFU."

Domestic Abuse Intervention and Response? What the hell. That's weird.

Dave, his boss, was good with higher ups but not so good with the cybers. And so, Jonathan fired up his secure laptop, connected to the VPN, connected to the other VPN, and downloaded the ASCII version of the email.

The various headers made sense: if there was a forgery, it was subtle, and Jonathan couldn't see it. He logged into the SOC (Security Operations Center). No Alerts generated, hmm. Their rules were pretty good and had detected a number of phishing emails. Cat and f***ing mouse. Quick bit of search query found the log about the original email to Dave. Well, it was ligit, or we're all screwed.

Jonathan looked at the email again. Ah, General ****. Just like him to pull this kind of stunt. Jonathan had to go, regardless of the impact to National Security. F****** GC.

Forwarding the email to Rich, he added, "GC has summoned me. Sorry I can't be there for the model analysis. Taking my secure phone if you need anything. Christ, Maryland. Probably won't even get to see the aquarium (the only reason to go to MD ;-)."

Replying to Dave's email, "Can you talk to the brass about not doing this kind of thing last minute? Rich and I have work to do."

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If he waited till morning, the drive would be 3 hours, knowing traffic, so he packed his secure laptop and his personal laptop. He packed a comb and a toothbrush, mostly because they were already in the bag. He threw in an extra pair of underwear, because if GT was yanking their chain, who knew how long this was going to go on. JC on a stick, please let it only be two days.

Dressed in his blue jeans, button down oxford shirt, and a grey jacket (no tie. F*** ties), Jonathan arrived at the hotel before the sun rose. The conference had not yet even been posed on the letter boards, so he sat in the breakfast area, clutching his oversized backpack computer bag, and fell asleep.
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The hard looking Cajun with the closely cropped hair and tattooed arms gives the table a cursory glance, noting that there is no sign in sheet. No matter, he thinks to himself. If he was ordered to be here, he was to be here. Pouring himself a cup of black coffee, Kemeny makes his way to the second row at the end of one of the aisles, sitting down on one of the aforementioned uncomfortable chairs. Pulling out his pen and notebook, he listens as well as can be to the man leading the presentation, taking notes as best as he can on what he deems may be of practical use to his fellow Rangers. Most of the statistics don't interest him too much - he liked to focus on results over theories.

The seminar dragged on. And on. And on. Kemeny drank his fair share of black coffee and then some, eating both of his protein bars at one point. However, the thought of leaving never crosses his mind as to do so would be to disobey orders and mar the pride of the Regiment. When the photographs of abuse start and get worse and worse, Kemeny is more internally angry than disgusted. He has seen all of this plus some, and way worse, but his strong sense of justice makes him wish he had a crack at whomever had grievously injured some of the children near the end.

And then the seminar seems to end and the next thing Kemeny knows the man is introducing himself as an agent of some kind. So what, this whole seminar thing was just taking the piss at us? Kemeny gets a bit irritated - he had plenty of better things to do than to wait while some fed had a joke at their expense. Having worked with several three-letter agencies in his day, Kemeny tries to see which one this looks most familiar to what he has seen before. Code names is a bit different, however. Another joke? Kemeny does not recognize it as a selection event simply because he had to be there so there was no other option but to endure said seminar.

When it's his turn, the man speaks with a thick Louisiana accent. "Guess yah can call me Jacques, then," he says, using the first name of his childhood friend. Looking around at the others and trying to figure out what exactly their role is for "Mah specialty? Lez call it direct action." Closing his notebook and sliding it into his leather portfolio, he narrows his eyes at the presenter and says "So since we all be in mutual company, which 3 of tha 26 letters are yah representing here?"
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Dr. McCloud being a paranoid smartassThe noise of people grabbing breakfast and belgian waffles woke him up. Jonathan checked his watch: 7:34 AM. Parents glared at the weird man who had been sleeping on the table in the corner.

With several hours to kill, Jonathan decided to have breakfast. Twenty pound carrier bag hanging on his shoulder, he decided, why not? make a waffle. And grab some eggs. And this is why he wore the jacket: white dude in jacket meant business man. Sheeple. In Russia, the mafia would have already tried a shake down.

He sipped his third cup of coffee. A clear Joe walked in, scanned the room, found the placard, and marched on. An older woman asked about the conference and proceeded on. Only 2 people for a required seminar? WTF?

Well, it was 9:58. Time to go in.

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Usually, Domestic Abuse focused on spousal abuse. While not actually relevant to SIGINT and malware, at least he had learned something. That was refreshing.

The English Lit major was making a bit of an ass of himself, but he was up before 10am. The Joe was sitting ramrod straight in his chair. The, older, no, that's harsh, distinguished? Dignified? lady seemed relaxed and attentive, if a bit warm in that wool coat.

Jonathan noticed, there were only four of them in the room.

"I get to pick a letter this time, thank God. So let's say J. Hello, I'm Agent Jacob. Surgeon, Forensics Expert, Scientist. I'm the grizzled veteran. Names, starting with a J. I know the real names. Don't want to hear them any more. Names, starting with a J. Then what you do."

Jonathan looked aound. People were silent. This a-hole was being a bit weird. Time to be weird back.

"Guess yah can call me Jacques, then. Mah specialty? Lez call it direct action. So since we all be in mutual company, which 3 of tha 26 letters are yah representing here?"

Damn, beaten to the punchline by a Joe. Well, at least not beaten by a Jarhead.

"Agent Jacobite. I break things, from the inside. My mind is already lost. And What F***ing 3 letter is Green? (pardon my french, Mame)"

Jonathan winked at the Joe.
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"Jacob and Jacobite. A no-go. Pick another one." Just what I thought, a bunch of smart-asses. Why are all of the people in Green a bunch of smart asses? Jacob kicked his feet off the foldable table and reached into a small canvas bag with a palmetto tree stitched into the fabric. He pulled out a small box device with a few buttons on it then moved over to the conference room door.

Jacob clicked on the bug sweeper and closed the door with his cowboy boot. Then Jacob moved around the room quickly while moving the small sweeper past the curtains, furniture, and combo ashtray/trashcan. When he reached the ashtray/trashcan, the sweeper lit up and a small light moved from green to red and made a pinging noise.

"Sonofabitch!" Jacob yelped. The forensics doctor reached under the can and pulled out a small device-a bug presumably- and held it up for the others to see. Then he dropped it on the floor and crushed it under the heel of his boot. "Clove is a sneaky bastard." Jacob looked at the 'Jacobite' wise-ass and gave him another chance.

"Things will get very confusing if we have the same name, buddy. So pick another, please."

"You all won't think this is funny business once you're knee deep in unnatural things."

"So once again, I am Agent Jacob. We are 'Cell J.'" Jacob looked at the team with narrowed eyes, still trying to read them. This was a very odd bunch.

"You,we,all have something in common. Something that my organization has identified. We have all experienced the inexplicable. Encounters, findings, experiences." Jacob looked at them in silence some more, trying to see their reactions. Did they flinch? Did they look away? Did they smirk to defend their minds? A nervous laughter?

"Inexplicable. Unfathomable. You've all had these experiences."

"And that is what Delta Green is. Delta Green is a collection of people that investigate these inexplicable, unfathomable experiences. We investigate them, analyze them, and if we have to..."Jacob paused for effect, "...we stop them."

"Any one of these experiences and you might think yourself deluded, confused, nutso. If you heard mine, you'd think me insane. If you heard all my experiences with Green you'd know I was insane." Agent Jacob looked at the friendlies. "Each of you has had at least one of these experiences. An Unnatural experience. "

"What was mine? I saw a gunshot victim die in front of my eyes, then a strange liquid revived the man. I had no idea what the substance was. Some crazy man dumped golden goop onto a dead man and he healed right up." Jacob turned and looked out over the crowd, the memory coming to his mind so vividly. He could recall his feeling of his understanding of reality breaking. "They are call the 'Tears of Yog-Sothoth.' I still have no idea who the man was or why he healed my patient."

"I'll save the weirder **** for later."

"Delta Green is here to protect people from all this ****. To protect them from the Unnatural."

"That is why we invited you here today."
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Mrs. Barbara Joyce DobsonWhile she had attempted to settle into the uncomfortable chair and prepare herself to take notes on a yellow legal pad on information about Domestic Abuse, Barbara had predicted spousal abuse stats and information about how to react as a law enforcement agent of whatever variety this strange mix of men represented. Child abuse was far worse, hitting her directly in the mothering instincts, and she was definitely squirming inside, though all she revealed initially were pursed lips that were pressed into a thinner and thinner line as the seminar leader spoke, her eyebrows drawing together as he went on.

The real forensics made her lean back in her chair, unconsciously signaling her desire to get away from the intensifying gory details. Babs was trying so hard not to react that she missed others leaving the seminar entirely. By the end the speaker was narrating in an angry tone, which, yes, she understood completely, as she was growing angry herself that she was being subjected to this.

When he ceased speaking and made an off-hand comment, only then did she notice the lack of others present. Those who had left had the right of it, she thought, and placed her pad and pencil back in her briefcase with sharp movements. Unfortunately, she didn't have a chance to rise and make her exit before he made his ridiculous introduction and demanded names starting with a J. Beside her, the young latecomer had a confused comment about ice breaking, but that wasn't enough to excuse this man's angry rant. The young man across the table picked up on something she hadn't, however, and asked about three-letter agencies. Was that what this was? Some kind of FBI nonsense that had accidentally gotten her wrapped up in it?

The young guy who had been eating breakfast with a massive backpack when she entered the hotel was less polite about it, though he did offer a token apology in her direction. At this point she couldn't really blame him, but she only hmpfed quietly in response.

About then the seminar leader, this "Agent Jacob" pulled out some kind of device, and the slow perusal of the room using it resulted in further foul language. Whatever she might have thought so far, however much her departure kept getting stalled by discomfort or others' comments, the revealing of what could only be a bug made this entire situation suddenly real to her. With a brief thought to who this Clove was that had Agent Jacob swearing, she tried to follow the agent's newly serious-feeling words. At least this time he was offering some kind of explanation.

The problem was, the explanation he offered only confused her further. Why the child abuse stunt? There had been others present earlier, so it had some purpose, but her overwhelmed mothering instincts weren't helping her process what it might have been. What's more, this organization, this Delta Green, identified her of all people as part of the group?

The older woman frowned as Agent Jacob kept speaking, completely dumbfounded by the suggestion of unfathomable events. She just stared at him, wondering what in God's name she was doing in that room. What "inexplicable" nonsense was this?

Delta Green. It was a name, at least, to assign to this confusing morning, and she liked the idea of "investigate them, analyze them, stop them"... but why was she here? She didn't fit his role of someone who had unnatural experiences, unless he counted her time researching for the Homicide Unit. Before she could interrupt him for clarification, he continued, and now she wasn't sure if she were dreaming or if someone was having a go at her. As if there were anything weirder than supposedly being invited to this meeting directed by a crazy person.

Mrs. Dobson rose, briefcase clutched in a white-knuckled hand. "I do beg your pardon, but you've clearly gotten me confused with someone else. I've no idea what you're talking about, and I can't believe you would try to pull such a prank as this. Good day to you, sir."

OOCI'm brainstorming notes in her dossier that Mike could have access to (to smooth the way forward), but the only thing that comes to mind would be one of her kids talking about "mom's nightmares" that she had periodically. Babs has never been to therapy herself. Will post in OOC once my headache eases off and I can think.

Bluejack, would you mind posting Mike in the characters thread? You've given us a lot of info about him, but I use the characters thread to quickly confirm if I remember something correctly about a character, before I go searching for it in the game thread. There are only a couple posts of yours to search so far, but that will change rapidly at this point.

Also, score one for Mike's Unnatural comments, zero for Babs' psyche.
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"I do beg your pardon, but you've clearly gotten me confused with someone else. I've no idea what you're talking about, and I can't believe you would try to pull such a prank as this. Good day to you, sir."

That was some vicious reserved anger shade thrown. That lady was real British.

But what Unnatural Experience had he experienced?

Nothing came to mind. His life was pretty boring: driving to the office, building data models, analyzing malware, drinking government coffee, attending meetings in TEMPEST standard windowless rooms, driving home.

Part of him was responding like the lady. This was truly a bunch of stupid. But part of him was hooked. What could his Unnatural experience be?

Maybe that advanced polymorphic malware? That jumped an airgap, which should have been impossible, and then disappeared without a trace, which should also have been impossible. Forensics was still trying to figure out what happened. Best guess was potentially some kind of audio attack, but he and Rich still hadn't been able to replicate.

But that was just advanced malware, in the perpetual cat and mouse game of computer spycraft. It wasn't some magic elixure.

It was pretty weird that Paul had a mental breakdown immediately after. But was he just pattern matching unconnected things?

Well, he'd come this far. At least he could gather info.

"Ok, Agent Jacob. I'll be Agent Jeffery. Do you have in your notes what Unnatural Experience I've had? This isn't making any sense. I've never heard of Delta Green."

And I've heard of most of the projects.

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"Ahhhh, ****." Jacob could see that some of these friendlies might just require convincing. He was loath to ruin this older woman's life, but he would be damned if a bunch of child abusers would be allowed to indulge their Unnatural jollies with kids.

"Let me get the door for you," Jacob snapped before the lady could leave the room. He jumped over to the door, grabbing the pink kitty folder on his way. The doctor handed the folder over to the woman and pretended she was just doing him a favor.


"Take a look in there, if you like." Jacob pretended to fidget with the door as if it were locked and stuck, though the door worked just fine. "I think if you look, you will understand me much better." Jacob decided that if she wasn't going to at least look, then she wasn't cut out for Green. At least some curiosity about this **** was necessary, at least in Jacob's opinion.

Then Jeffrey spoke up and Agent Jacob smiled a bit. Curiosity, heh. He turned to face the man with his smile intact.

"I ****ing hate computers, Jeffrey. Hate them." Jacob caught the eye of the computer expert. "Programs should jump from computers with no hard lines or electromagnetic transfer capabilities. Am I right? Those should, you know, stay put?" Jacob was a scientist. He knew a lot more than he let on, but this geek would want to show his expertise-openly or behind the scenes.

"I doubt you could explain it. Wasn't that unnatural to you? I mean, beyond the laws of physics? Right?"




OOCI'd say if she doesn't look at the folder, Jacob will let her out the door and assume she is not going to be a recruit.

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