Beach Head sat at his desk in an office tucked in
the rear of the TOC, his eyes strained as he poured through numerous
intelligence information reports and analytical products pertaining to Arbco and
the parking facility from which Flint was taken early this morning when a covert
reconaissance went awry.
"I dont know how you people make sense of this shit" he growled at Chuckles, who had recently changed into His familiar Hawaiian button up and OD cargo pants. Chuckles grinned at Scarlett a.k.a. Shana O'hara, a very attractive and athletic thirty something Irish lass who served as G.I. Joes senior counterintelligence specialist and his section leader. Both now gave their attention to the Operations Sgt.
"So from what I'm reading..." Beach Head continued "and what all these damn diagrams, graphs, and other shit suggest, is that several hundred employees arrive at this garage on a daily basis and not but a fraction of em exit said facility to work in nearby offices all owned by Arbco, and this uh, what is it? Extensive Enterprises?"
"Exactly" Chuckles stopped pacing and reiterated the relationships that Arbco and Extensive Enterprises have with Cobra, the emerging terrorist network that had been their targeting focus for the last two years.
Scarlett cut him off as she noticed Beach Head roll his eyes and sigh, not a fan of Chuckles' enthusiastic disertation.
"Chuckles, focus!" a snap of her fingers silenced the young operative as she leveled her beautiful green eyes on him.
"Beach is sayn there are several hundred personnel that do not leave that location daily, as we have discussed previously and as such we are by default dealing with previously unidentified sub levels which must support a variety of illicit activities tied to the organization. All attempts by our operatives to ellicit information from Arbco and Extensive Enterprises personnel hasnt provided us with anything substantial."
"Well Red..." Chuckles shot back, ever pushing boundries calling her by her nick name;as a result of her near waist length wavy locks. She made him smile everytime she walked in the room, even if she was Duke's girl, he couldnt help himself. "We have to assume that a portion of these people are paramilitants and that we could be in for a helluva fight forcing our way into Arbco's basement, that guard didnt hesitate to draw down or fire on Flint,...these people, this place, real bad news, ya dig?"
Beach Head interrupted "Let us remember we dont have an OPORD to turn downtown into a warzone and from the extensive reading and entirely too long conversations with you two, I understand theres a great deal of direct and indirect support for this Cobra organization, not just from local industry but on up through the damn government and even our military....explains a lot actually."
Chuckles set his jaw and nodded, overwhelmed by the obsticals. Scarlett moved to the computer and deftly displayed a biographic report on the wall sized monitor "This is our source, currently undergoing Arbco security training. We havent had contact with him in 30 days, two weeks ago his family perished in a house fire on the south end, it likely wasnt an accident and we are considering this asset compromised...considering the lack of contact and the fact his transmitter has failed. he was our best hope to develop this thing..."
"Scarlet, can ya tell me something we can use to get flint back?" Beach Head reclined in his chair frustrated with the recovery effort.
"Im sorry, Breaker's running some leads on our sources last known coordinates but..."
"On the facility Scarlett, the facility" Beach Head thrust a finger into the blue prints cluttering the desk top...."your source is dead.
"well Beach..." she continued "we just dont have enough intel to crash this party."
Chuckles tapped the desk in excitement, his eyes flashed with a wild idea exploding in his head "Red, bring up them overlays from department of transportation..." He nodded to himself and sprang towards the monitor gesturing at the subway system rail map.
Beach Head was unimpressed "Nope, already looked in on it Chucky, doesnt connect, all the MAS/IMINT, everything we've gotten from the geospatial folks, and city hall, confirms that rail doesnt service that site."
"Yea, I read that too Beach, but I'm not buying it! Consider this...." Chuckles traced the map and detoured off onto the decomissioned lines predating the active rail routes "See this?"
Scarlet grinned, she knew exactly where Chuckles was taking this and she immediately populated the historical data she knew he was about to prompt her for.
"Right on!" Chuckles jabbed a finger her way, acknowledging her quick thinking "Cobra....likely has a rail system piggybacking existing active routes and these older ones that are allegedly off line."
Scarlett added "and my best guess, is they are running beneath the existing lines to further shield the whole operation!"
Beach Head stood up "Son of a bitch, well arent you two a couple regular Dick Tracies! We need to confirm this, but assuming youre right we need to breach that line and do a lil splunkn!"
"I dont know how you people make sense of this shit" he growled at Chuckles, who had recently changed into His familiar Hawaiian button up and OD cargo pants. Chuckles grinned at Scarlett a.k.a. Shana O'hara, a very attractive and athletic thirty something Irish lass who served as G.I. Joes senior counterintelligence specialist and his section leader. Both now gave their attention to the Operations Sgt.
"So from what I'm reading..." Beach Head continued "and what all these damn diagrams, graphs, and other shit suggest, is that several hundred employees arrive at this garage on a daily basis and not but a fraction of em exit said facility to work in nearby offices all owned by Arbco, and this uh, what is it? Extensive Enterprises?"
"Exactly" Chuckles stopped pacing and reiterated the relationships that Arbco and Extensive Enterprises have with Cobra, the emerging terrorist network that had been their targeting focus for the last two years.
Scarlett cut him off as she noticed Beach Head roll his eyes and sigh, not a fan of Chuckles' enthusiastic disertation.
"Chuckles, focus!" a snap of her fingers silenced the young operative as she leveled her beautiful green eyes on him.
"Beach is sayn there are several hundred personnel that do not leave that location daily, as we have discussed previously and as such we are by default dealing with previously unidentified sub levels which must support a variety of illicit activities tied to the organization. All attempts by our operatives to ellicit information from Arbco and Extensive Enterprises personnel hasnt provided us with anything substantial."
"Well Red..." Chuckles shot back, ever pushing boundries calling her by her nick name;as a result of her near waist length wavy locks. She made him smile everytime she walked in the room, even if she was Duke's girl, he couldnt help himself. "We have to assume that a portion of these people are paramilitants and that we could be in for a helluva fight forcing our way into Arbco's basement, that guard didnt hesitate to draw down or fire on Flint,...these people, this place, real bad news, ya dig?"
Beach Head interrupted "Let us remember we dont have an OPORD to turn downtown into a warzone and from the extensive reading and entirely too long conversations with you two, I understand theres a great deal of direct and indirect support for this Cobra organization, not just from local industry but on up through the damn government and even our military....explains a lot actually."
Chuckles set his jaw and nodded, overwhelmed by the obsticals. Scarlett moved to the computer and deftly displayed a biographic report on the wall sized monitor "This is our source, currently undergoing Arbco security training. We havent had contact with him in 30 days, two weeks ago his family perished in a house fire on the south end, it likely wasnt an accident and we are considering this asset compromised...considering the lack of contact and the fact his transmitter has failed. he was our best hope to develop this thing..."
"Scarlet, can ya tell me something we can use to get flint back?" Beach Head reclined in his chair frustrated with the recovery effort.
"Im sorry, Breaker's running some leads on our sources last known coordinates but..."
"On the facility Scarlett, the facility" Beach Head thrust a finger into the blue prints cluttering the desk top...."your source is dead.
"well Beach..." she continued "we just dont have enough intel to crash this party."
Chuckles tapped the desk in excitement, his eyes flashed with a wild idea exploding in his head "Red, bring up them overlays from department of transportation..." He nodded to himself and sprang towards the monitor gesturing at the subway system rail map.
Beach Head was unimpressed "Nope, already looked in on it Chucky, doesnt connect, all the MAS/IMINT, everything we've gotten from the geospatial folks, and city hall, confirms that rail doesnt service that site."
"Yea, I read that too Beach, but I'm not buying it! Consider this...." Chuckles traced the map and detoured off onto the decomissioned lines predating the active rail routes "See this?"
Scarlet grinned, she knew exactly where Chuckles was taking this and she immediately populated the historical data she knew he was about to prompt her for.
"Right on!" Chuckles jabbed a finger her way, acknowledging her quick thinking "Cobra....likely has a rail system piggybacking existing active routes and these older ones that are allegedly off line."
Scarlett added "and my best guess, is they are running beneath the existing lines to further shield the whole operation!"
Beach Head stood up "Son of a bitch, well arent you two a couple regular Dick Tracies! We need to confirm this, but assuming youre right we need to breach that line and do a lil splunkn!"
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