Everett, Washington D. C. 2205 hours. 27th April. Thomas Lang drained the last remnants of his glass, weighing the idea of retiring to the solace of his hotel room. The ambiance of the dimly lit bar barely masked the fatigue swirling within him. Just as he was about to make his move, his device stirred, its insistent buzz demanding his attention. Curiosity piqued, he promptly engaged the line, allowing his voice to resonate through the air with a measured intensity: 'Hello. 'It was Carles'There's been another gruesome murder at St Catherine's Hospital. 'Thomas was flustered: 'What? ''Where's Agent Tony? ''The hotel, I guess, ' Thomas was reaching for a cigarette. 'Get him and hop down there, there's a killer on the prowl. ' Carles said, an extreme show of concern evident in his voice. Thomas lit the cigarette and responded between exhaled fumes: 'Okay boss. 'With a swift motion, Carles terminated the connection on his end, severing the virtual thread that had bound him
Brasilia, Brazil1006 hours27th April. As Thelma stepped off the aircraft, her mind became consumed with anticipation for what lay in store. Countless queries began to swirl in her thoughts, leaving her yearning for genuine understanding.Surrounded by a lively crowd adorned in vibrant hues, she hastened towards the airport terminal, her presence seamlessly blending in with the joyful atmosphere.The terminal teemed with a bustling crowd, every nook and cranny brimming to capacity with eager passengers.Unfamiliar with the sights and sounds of Brazil, Thelma embarked on her inaugural journey to the country, captivated by the palpable energy that infused every inch of the land. Determined to grasp the essence of this remarkable place, she made a concerted effort to immerse herself in its vibrant pulse.After navigating her way through the labyrinth of airport officials, Thelma's spirit, unfortunately, wilted under the weight of the incessant back-and-forth that seemed to characterize
Everett, Washington. 2355 hours. 27th April. Navigating the maze of streets, their vehicle glided towards another healthcare facility, situated a mere two hundred meters from St. Catherine. Once again, Tony begrudgingly abandoned his comfortable haven and rendezvoused with Thomas at his hotel. As they finally reached their destination, the weary building slouched before them, guarded by a battalion of policemen. The boulevard, awash with a kaleidoscope of neon lights, lent an air of vibrancy to the scene.Atop the vast terrace, the Deputy stood, his countenance reflecting the same weariness that plagued the two Agents.'Hello Agents, nice to see you again. 'Thomas expressed a wry grimace while Tomy expressed a stoic countenance. Thomas replied: 'I was surprised that we had to come back here again. Never knew there could be a break in this case this fast.''We had evacuated the unconscious bodies initially to the ambulance before they were examined. It was an oversight I guess
Brasilia, Brazil. 0105 hours. 28th April. As she stepped out of the elevator, an unmistakable sense of scrutiny washed over her. Her unique allure, akin to a precious jewel hidden amidst ordinary stones, drew lingering gazes.She gracefully traversed a dimly lit passageway, bathed in the glow of colossal neon lights. The corridor led her to an ornate archway, granting a grand view of an expansive hall adorned with an array of tables and chairs. At one end, a glass-topped bar gleamed, while at the other, a raised platform hosted a sultry, buxom Latina vocalist, serenading the audience with a soulful blues melody. The plaintive notes of her song seamlessly intertwined with the delicate plinking of a piano, performed by a middle-aged man donned in the attire of an El Mariachi.As she gracefully descended the trio of regal steps leading into the captivating gathering area, she spared a fleeting moment to search the sea of faces fixated on her for any sign of Benicio.Her eyes finally
Rochester, New York. April 29th. 0905 hours. Night's grip was unyielding, and even with Roxie's company, slumber remained elusive. That diminutive container occupied his every thought. Solo's directive echoed in his mind, urging him to transport it to the long-standing Rochester train terminal, where he had dutifully manned the controls for half a decade.He recalled Solo's instruction back at the bar: 'Get this on the controls to the electromagnetic tracks and let it do its thing. 'Solo's eyes glimmered with a deceitful glint as he cautiously departed the smoky tavern. This prompted him to contemplate upon the singular desire that fueled his existence. The dimly lit street stretched out before him, a labyrinth of possibilities and wicked allure. Yet, as he lingered at that moment, one thought dominated his mind-what lay ahead if he took this tiny vessel to the control room of the train terminal? The morning sun cast a vibrant glow upon the sprawling metropolis of Rochester, ill
Everett, Washington D. C. 0915 hours29th AprilAs the sleek black vehicle came to a halt, Agent Thomas could not shake off the ominous feeling that Tony and himself were slowly descending into an enigmatic labyrinth. Each new piece of information they unearthed seemed to lure them further into a web of mystery, a realm porch where their understanding reached an unsettling abyss.As they stepped out from their vehicle, their eyes were instantly drawn to the , partially cloaked in the sturdy shelter of the overhanging structure of the unassuming safe house. Crowne and his lovely spouse, Clara lounged with ease, indulging in relaxed conversation.An unmistakable shift rippled across the couple's faces as they noticed the two guests. Before long, Agent S emerged from the shadows, his curiosity piqued by a mere glimpse of Thomas' vintage automobile. It was abundantly clear that something was not right. With a casual flick of his hat, Thomas greeted the gathering in a manner reminiscent o
Rochester, New York. April 29th. 1030 hours.Derek again checked the gauges and buttons that adorned the control panel within the cabin. This was no ordinary task for him; it was a well-practiced routine. The imminent arrival of Train Eleven weighed heavily on his mind as he scanned the glass doors ahead. Like worker bees, the passengers hurriedly filed in, their faces devoid of emotion, as if controlled by some unseen force, their sole purpose being to reach their desired destinations with unwavering punctuality.A faint, high-pitched squeal pierced through the confines of the cabin, confirming the radio's activation. He deftly picked up the receiver from its specially designed cradle on the control panel, handling it with a sense of purpose and determination.It was Jacks typically low nasal voice: 'Base to Eleven. Over.''Eleven to Base. Good morning, Jack. ' Derek emitted with a smile. 'Base to Eleven. You never try sounding formal.'Derek chuckled: 'Eleven to Base. You should
The Amazon, Brazil.0945 hours.15th June 2020.His epic journey through the depths of the Amazon Basin following the whispers and legends that spoke of the hallowed grounds known as Chula, proved to be a grueling quest. It demanded every ounce of strength and determination as he forged his way through treacherous pathways, strewn with jagged rocks and tangled thickets. With unwavering resolve, he pressed onward, driven by an insatiable desire to lay eyes upon this enchanting sanctuary.He had set off on his own, left abandoned by the indigenous companions who feared the wrath of the revered Chula deity if they dared accompany an unworthy soul like his.Armed with the knowledge bestowed upon him by the locals, he had diligently followed the sacred path to the hidden shrine as well as a meticulously drawn map, a precious gift from his esteemed archaeologist friend, Dr. John Bismarck. The enigmatic fate that befell the good doctor after his expedition to Chula which was shrouded in mys