Fireworks

I'm back in D.C. and not a moment to soon, I got back in town yesterday just in time to see the fireworks.
There's a hill I like to go up to every year, nothing special about this hill most of the year, but I can see a good portion of the town, and watch all the fireworks going off. It really takes my breathe away, everyone in town making on massive city wide fireworks show.

It also helps I PTSD like a motherfucker in town on the 4th, do you guys have any idea how much a fireworks show sounds like heavy combat?

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Anyways, yeah, so I was expecting at best, to be severely chewed out, striped of privileges and given a nice desk to sit at for the rest of my working career for how  blatantly terrible things went in Washington... Instead I was given a pat on the back, told what a great job we did out there, and to put our losses behind us. In there eyes, we brought down an Omega level threat, that also destroyed an artifact of the Abomination, and took out a blogger in the process.

Mission fucking complete in there eyes.

Anyways, I'm already back on assignment, there was a series of really grisly murders here in DC that needed investigated, I was confused by this mostly because we normally *Cause* those grisly murders. Turns out most of those killed however were agents of our Organization. Seems like someone has decided that we've all lived long enough.

Now I get to find how who its butchering our men, and kill them.

Should be a nice change of pace, and I can work from home.

Oh... one more thing, there won't be an after action report for Washington, it's been deemed classified. so I'm not allowed to post an after action report in this case, of course there's nothing stopping you from reading a detailed retelling of the end of the operation here.

Lot of empty seats at the table tonight

This isn't an official after action report, my official report has not been filed yet so I can't post a declassified acct of the end of  "Operation: Washington" for a few days.

We officially went into this mission with around 35 operatives, of those only two of us are left, Reaver, who I asked to stay behind to report if we didn't make it, and myself, who was the sole survivor of our task force to take down the Proxy known as Antonio....

So many deaths... I knew them all...

I'm used to seeing people die, I saw allot friends die during the war, but this is not the war.... It's apparent to me now that we were over our heads from the get-go, we really were outclassed here...

For this, I expect heads to roll, I lead the team, and I walked away from it alive, I'm at best looking at reassignment, at worse imprisonment for leading so many good men to there deaths...

The cleaning team already disposed of the remains... both my Rival's, and my team's....

To say this is a great night to start drinking again, well that's putting it mildly, Reaver is also helping file the bereavement reports, also known as letters to mothers. "Dear miss such and such" and all the "He died bravely for his country" lines you see in war movies....

You know, at least when it came to my former Army life, at least I could talk to someone about it, I mean, I had friends at home, parents to talk to when I got back, shit like that.

In the Organization, all my official reports are sealed, I'm not allowed to talk to anyone about my experiences, not to family, not to friends...

Fuck I'm not even using my real name on here. I swear there were other "Vergil's" before me.

I didn't even know there real names.

Anyways the Booze is hitting so I'm going to shelf the last of the reports for the morning, and hit my bunk, I'll post and after action report later on tomorrow... or whenever the fuck I can.

A certian fondness...

I find myself having to respect the runners who's stories I've been immersing myself with, many of them have had to suffer more deeply, and fight more fiercely than our strongest agents, many of them have suffered trauma worse than the most hardened solders I have fought with.

Which is why it pains me to have to fight them.

My secondary target in this area, is a runner, a rare case, not popular with other bloggers, and is likely going to die friendless in the end, but there's a certain respect there. Or there would be if he wasn't such an asshole.

I find myself, Respecting one blogger in particular, the runner Lucia. She has had a terrible time as of late, her lover is dead, something my secondary target has experienced during his time running. But they both handle it differently.

One represses, and lashes out, damning the world. They only can look at the past, and are unable to look forwards. This one seems to be seeking there own death and are playing with fire and endangering lives.

The other takes the time to accept what has happened, and look forward, and is actively trying to live.to protect what matters.

I can respect that, but that won't change the fact that I might find myself in direct conflict with them, espcially if the situation in Pittsburgh escalates.

About an hour ago, I ordered a kill team to test the might of the secondary target, they have orders to not kill anyone, but if my Rival is monitoring us, like I suspect, this will make him aware of the Secondary target's location...

The results should be interesting. To see if those two play there roles to the letter.

Reasignment: Washington

The organization works in mysterious ways, they actually want me in Washington state... The rumors of my Rival's death finally hit them, so they want me to go to the state he was from, and investigate for signs of him.

The Cyclops is apparently going back that way as well, that's good I wanted to meet the man who turned my Rival against us.

Oh I didn't mention that he used to work for us did I?  What can I say, it didn't come up.. I have a few targets to hit on my way there, I still have to post my second after action report...

There's still no sign of the female accomplice, I plan on using that very, very soon, I got some agents on the ground in Washington already, there going to start up a cute little rumor mill for me, it'll keep the targets, both of them, in one place...

Anyways, In a few hours I'll post the second after action report, it's been filed internally now, so I can feed you the whitewashed version.

Had to rework my cover story today.

Maybe I'll write this up as an action report later, but I learned an important lesson.

 If your going to hack up a body for disposal because the Government wanted you to make another person vanish.. for fucks sake change your clothes before you go to bed..

Failing that, make sure your fully awake before going out to get the paper... seriously the neighbors don't need to ever have to question while your walking out in clothes absolutely spattered in blood....

Seriously....

So I'm now known as Vergil, overnight butcher extraordinaire,  I really think my supervisor was laughing at me for a few hours after that...

Well we can't always be all James Bond in this line of work....

Oh Reaver fed me an update, apparently the man my old rival fell in with has been reported as still having not left the New Mexico coast line... might need to swing by that direction, could be good for a lark.

Discourse 1

A bit of disclosure before I go any further, the organization is pretty specialized, I don't know the full workings, none of us do.

It keeps us honest, so when I don't have an assignment I tend to get allot of downtime, I normally spending it training, or just enjoying and easy day's wage, mostly sitting in my office playing some video game, or filing some low key paperwork...

I get allot of time for personal projects, like following up on rumors that my old rival might still be alive...

I had heard that he had been killed with a blonde female accomplice in Pittsburgh in  a warehouse explosion, in the aid of a blogger that had reportedly fought and killed a Proxy rival of there. I had actually encountered him there, we fought, he got lucky. But an Associate of mine named Reaver suggested that he might had made it out, that there had been sighting's of him in New Mexico near the coastline, which Incidentally a second accomplice, a one eyed man that had been "touched" by the slenderman in an unusual manner had recently been sighted.

My rival however was traveling alone, the Female accomplice was nowhere to be seen at all, likely dead, but I could used that to draw my prey out....

No mater, I've been gathering data on a few of the bloggers a sort of threat assessment, for possible research or containment....

We got a blog by an individual named Lucia, her case is unique as as far as I've been informed she may be the first case where a female had become impregnated by a Proxy, historical documents normally indicate that the results do not end well. it may be the first known life birth. We will be observing his case closely.

Then we come to the case of a British resident by the name of Manic Muse, or currently known as Sane. The subject has an interesting, if dysfunctional relationship with a runner who I will speak of below, but otherwise, it's multiple personality disorder and unreliable narrator makes him an unlikely to be taken seriously source of information, unless this changes I see no need to contain the subject.

The last subject I find my self intrigued by is the case of the blogger Soulpatched, a man who in a short period of time, a rather unrealistic period of time. went from a normal life, to becoming what some would describe as a genuine threat to the Abomination, had he and one of his rumored to be dead associates not had a history with the Organization in a minor level, I might have approached him directly, for now he's not slated for elimination or containment.

That's all for now.

A New Mandate

Life is a funny thing, it seems now that an old foe of mine has been "Semi-Confirmed" as KIA, that I have been reassigned to the detail involved in keep the general public quiet about the nature of what the organization I represent stands for. Why this blog alone is situated so that most "Uninvolved" person's coming across it will not even bat an eye and assume it's another work of fiction, in the fringe phenomenon known as "Slender-blogging"

But enough of that, I can focus on the future later, I should properly introduce myself,  I am, Inquisitor First Class Vergil,  I serve in a regular Monday through Friday job just like any other government employe.

It just so happens that this particular branch of the government is staffed by what the uneducated might call "Proxies" or people who are imbued with a small portion of Supernatural power by what the civilians call "The Slenderman". I am no exception. I am in fact one of my Organization's "Enhanced agents"

Besides enjoying increased strength, speed, agility, I also get the added benefit of a government paycheck, a badge, and access to NSA and Homeland security documents allowing me to perform my duty.

Which is keeping the public safe from the Slenderman, by reducing the amount of public information is out there about it. Often it's as simple as waive a badge, flash a gun, wear dark shades, and throw down some names like "FBI" or "CIA".

Other times it ends with a bullet and setting the house of fire.....

At the end of the day I cash my check, pay my bill like any other upstanding citizen, and take my girl out to the movies on Saturdays...

So you must be wondering, how did I find a job like this? Maybe your wondering how you can score this kind of job?

Well let me tell you how the organization found me. About 5 years, I was a member of our armed services, part of a Ranger division stationed in Afghanistan,  I joined the Military the day I graduated high school, I had been training since the Jr high, to hone my body, to train my mind, to ready myself for the life I wanted.

When September 11th hit I was fresh out of boot camp, and ready to perform justice for my country, but I still had to graduate Ranger School first. After that it was 3 years in Afghanistan, till my last mission there, where I had a close encounter with the Abomination. The team I was a part of, serving as a Sergent, had just finished raiding a series of caves, trying to hunt down and eradicate Taliban leaders hiding in those foothill...

We found a few of them, In pieces, It seems the Abomination found them first, and had torn them apart, as he did to most of my team, I held my ground with 3 others, making a tactical withdraw out of the cave complex, firing into the creature we saw. The young private standing to my right was decapitated by a wildly flailed appendage, the Lieutenant got lost his nerve and shot himself when his last magazine went dry.

I stood alone in the cave, facing the creature down with naught but a fragmentation grenade, something that I have the feeling would only serve to antagonize the creature, and kill me in the process. It did not strike, it offered me a new purpose in life, it gave me my power.

I went almost 6 months in Afghanistan, not telling a soul what happened, the official story was one of the Taliban fighters suicide bombed himself in the enclosed space. I was seen as damn lucky to even be alive... It was expected for the poor Sergent to be a bit "Touched" after something like that, the best thing for a man like that was of course some time back in the world.

It didn't take long for me to be picked up by the Organization, but that's a tale for another day. I got to go scare some kid who just started tweeting his encounter with the Abomination a visit... I think I'll pull the "MIB" angle this time, his history suggests he believes in aliens enough to make it work.