Surveillance

**odj** · 06/17/2007 12:21:17

Frank? Yea it’s me.
I've got a visual.
I'm not sure, seems like the second guy on the list.
I can’t see I'm too far out.
Do you want to come down here and check out for yourself?
He's just standing there.
Yea that’s right Shinjuku.
Are you nuts?
You do realise who this guy is meant to be right?
I’m not touching him with a 10 foot pole.
About 10 minutes now.
I thought I was only meant to find one?
No way man, I've done my part, that’s it.
Yea I'll keep an eye on him that was part of the deal.
Ok I'll stay in touch.

**Asa**

Well, I for one am pretty curious now. ((Nice pic too.))

**odj**

/open-visual-link
Program Ready
/target
...
Uncertain
/location
...
Kaede
/distance
...
143m
/hostile
...
Negative
/backup
...
Negative
/approach
...
Negative
/observation
...
Positive
/close-visual-link
...
Program Terminated

**Vaico**

The Binary Translated to: Proceed with caution.7

**odj**

Kenzie: Operator?
Operator: Go ahead.
Kenzie: I’m in position, try running a scan.
Operator: Ok, hacking into local security cameras now.
Alice: Got anything yet?
Operator: Christ, can’t a guy be a little slow on cracking local security? I’m out of practice with this you know.
Alice: Only teasing.
Operator: Yea well you better have been or…
Kenzie: Cut the chatter you two. Like she said, got anything yet?
Operator: Nothing matching the profile we’ve got yet, we might have the wrong area.
Kenzie: No it’s definitely International, Shinjuku.
Operator: Ok. I’m getting something; give us a second to co-ordinate.
Kenzie: Are you sure it’s him?
Operator: It matches.
Kenzie: Give us the co-ordinates.
Operator: X: 105 Y: 1 Z: 345
Kenzie: Ok were on our way.
Operator: Patching into CCTV now… crap!
Kenzie: What?
Operator: He’s leaving, you’d better get there quick.
Kenzie: Gotcha.
Operator: What the...
…
Connection Lost.

**odj**

Do you ever get that cold feeling running down your neck?
A shadow that isn't yours?
Or a movement in the distance while looking in a mirror?
I’ve been having that feeling for a few weeks now, someone… or something has found me, I don’t like it, don’t like the feel of it.
~Selaphiel

**odj**

Voice 1: Ok, so there I was in International. I was doing a mission for Dame White.
Voice 2: Why Dame White?
Voice 1: I’d gotten a message saying she needed some work done, the money was good. Don’t interrupt.
Voice 2: Sheesh sorry.
Voice 1: Well I’m trying to tell you something important here and you’re going on about stupid insignificant details.
Voice 2: Ok I’ll shut up.
Voice 1: Good, so there I was, I was heading back to the club with some data when I heard something behind me. Like a whoosh sound.
Voice 2: Someone jumping?
Voice 1: It… it couldn’t have been, I know what that sounds like.
Voice 2: Well what was it then?
Voice 1: Someone jumping…
Voice 2: You’re kidding me right?
Voice 1: They must have been jumping… but were those really?
Voice 2: What are you blabbing on about?
Voice 1: The guy had wings.
Voice 2: I think you need to lay off the drink there kiddo.
Voice 1: Believe what you want, I know what I saw… I think.
Voice 2: You saw a guy flying.
Voice 1: Yea…
Voice 2: Was it Neo?
Voice 1: Don’t joke.
Voice 2: Just asking.
---
End Transmission.

**odj**

Selaphiel flowed through the club, effortlessly slipping through the shadows so as not to be noticed. There was work to be done, and he knew who could help him. “Hello there.” He whispered to the Dame. The Dame shifted her feet while glancing at her watch.
“Hello yourself, I’ve been waiting for a good 5 minutes. You never used to be late, trouble getting in?”
“No, anyway that was a long time ago. I’ve grown older since then, I’m allowed to be late.” Selaphiel took a seat beside the Dame.
“Did I say this seat was free?” There was some sarcasm in her voice.
“I’ll be leaving in not so long so your boyfriend can have it back.”
“I don’t have a boy…” Selaphiel waved his hand dismissing her.
“It doesn’t matter. I have a problem with my arrangements. I think someone has found out who I am.” The Dame raised an eyebrow through the darkness.
“But you were so careful, very delicate in your approach.” Selaphiel laughed.
“Its funny you put it like that, at the time it all happened so quickly I thought we made a crap job of it.”
“But it turned out to be perfect right?” A smile was easing its way to the corners of the Dame’s mouth.
“Obviously not, so I’ve got to be quick about this, can you get me some information on some recently missing people? I need to obtain an identity.” Selaphiel shifted his hands nervously against his legs.
“What’s it worth?” Now the smile was indistinguishable. Selaphiel gave her a piercing stare. “Ok ok, I’ll get some data for you; you can pick and choose who you want.”
“Thank you.” They both stood up simultaneously. “Should three days be enough time?”
“Plenty, I’ll get someone in to do the job.”
“Can you not do it yourself? The less involved the better.”
“Me? You are joking right?” The Dame laughed while Selaphiel crossed his arms in disapproval. “I… might break a nail.”
“Let’s hope.” Selaphiel turned and began to walk out of the club. “Three days.” He shouted back.
“Three days.” The Dame echoed.

**odj**

So shall the congregation of the people compass thee about: for their sakes therefore return thou on high.

**odj**

Selaphiel stumbled through the doors of the Camon Heights church and screamed in anguish to the heavens. Falling to the floor on his knees he sobbed slightly to himself before reciting “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou [art] with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” He brought himself to his full height from the floor and turned to leave.

**odj** · 06/27/2007 16:38:47

“Yes sir I have him in sights now.” An operative spoke into his cell phone. “Confirm you wish to move in?” A hush voice on the other end quickly denied this command.
“Negative operative you are simply to observe the target.”
“Understood, confirm the second male is Kirby Wilson?”
“Positive, has been missing for 2 weeks from Moriah Projects. Friends have offered a $500 reward for any information regarding his whereabouts. No wife or girlfriend. Has a pet dog named Wolfie.” The mystery voice recited as if reading off a shopping list.
“Should we inform them that we know where he is?” The operative zoomed in with his binoculars for a closer look.
“The call has already been made.”
“Looks like you’d better cancel that call sir.” He zoomed in his binoculars panning with the movement.
“Why?”
“It looks like the poor bloke is dead. Selaphiel killed him.”
“This is… unfortunate.”
“How should we proceed?”
“Remain in visual contact, I will transmit new orders.”
“Understood.”

**odj**

**odj**

**odj** · 07/01/2007 10:05:19

7 Days ago.