Operation: Mutant of the Seas - Log 4

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Jubilee and Cammie turn up a potential connection to that area of the Atlantic



The one truth common in every intelligence agency in the world was that the job boiled down to 99% paperwork and research. For every rooftop chase, unbundled sniper rifle and brush pass on a train, there were hundreds of hours looking over documents, researching on the computer, and trying to take a million pieces of data and find out what links them together.

Which was why on a sunny day better used for say, surfing or just hanging around outside Jubilee and Cammie found themselves pouring over documents and computer files that Amanda and Wanda had flagged for possible sources.

"An Island, maybe?" Jubilee theorized, examining the signals splashed across her computer screen. It had been designed and built from specifications Doug had given her, along with a few personal touches, one being the bright and cheery three eyed happy face decaled on its back. "Although it's totally unregistered if it is."

Cammie looked through another page of paper. Of course Jubes the Sugar Demon got the computer work, she had to dig through files until her eyes bled and at this point they might actually be.

"Islands are for losers. Underwater bases are where it's at. It's what all the crazy ass idiots are using these days."

"You got any shipping manifests in that pile?" jubilee asked, using a program Doug had given her to do a fast hack into a Government Satalite. She couldn't control it without drawing heat but she could piggyback the signal and see what they were seeing. "Going to do a visual sweep to see if it comes up with anything."

"Depends," Cammie said, sorting through the papers and magically avoiding cuts, "What country are you looking for? And what type of cargo. Apparently sometimes people but livestock on boats. Why the fuck would they do that? Just because some asshole in the bible got away with it doesn't mean it's a good fucking idea."

"Dude - most people would eat each other if we didn't have 'civilization' to tsk at them. I'm pretty damn surprised we get through a week without someone getting the mansion sucked into a hell dimension." Jubilee replied - gaze tracking the view from the satellite. "Don't get hung up on any particular country - just look for anything that hits the spot or goes through the signal points that the others noted."

"A boat of chickens. Would that be a shipment of cock?" Cammie said, looking over another piece of paper, "I could use a shipment of cock right about now."

"Just say the word and I'll totally put you in contact with some of the people I used to know back in the day," Jubilee replied, bringing up live poultry and cattle manifests for that region. "Looks like the Princess is in another castle, Mario. No live exports in that area over the past few months, at least not at the points we're looking at. Pirates maybe? What's the coastlines around those areas look like?"

Cammie thumbed through some more paper, "...Maybe? I'm not seeing a lot of losses, at least not ones mentioned in the paperwork. Fuck this shit, seriously. Maybe they aren't reporting losses."

"I'm a fucking idiot," Jubilee muttered suddenly as she switched to a new window and brought up a list of cruise lines for around the region and then brought their itineraries up on a second screen. "Got you, you illusive bastard. Here, take a look at this and tell me that's not our culprit."

“Cruise ships?”

“Repositioning for the new season. Right through the damn X.”