OPERATION: SALT THE EARTH - Log 6
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xp_logsX-Force meets to discuss the results of their research and where the stolen samples are.
"VECTOR. New name for an old idea. The Soviets had 'science cities' doted around their territories. Always set up so security was tightly controlled, isolated to ensure the loyalty of the researchers as their families lived with them." Kevin Sydney pointed to a spot on the screen. "Novosibirsk Oblast is buried in central Russia, bordering Kazakhstan. It's pretty rural; mostly extraction and natural resources for the economy. Used to be the USSR's mineral water capital. Koltsovo has less than 20,000 people, and we can assume VECTOR isn't even ten percent of that. Remote works for and against us; not a lot of strangers in town but not a lot of security infrastructure outside of VECTOR itself."
"We do not know yet where the drive with the stolen files is located within the compound but one thing that definitely would work heavily against us is that mutant powers are strictly prohibited within the compound," North drummed his fingers against the table. "And by prohibited I mean they forcibly eliminate use with a mass suppressor installed in the heart of the place."
"Which means we are limited in what we can do to get inside." Marie-Ange said, almost unnecessarily, given the frowns on her teammates faces. "No telepathy, no precognition, no luck. No convincing people they have known any of us forever, no sliding in under convenient blizzards." Science cities. Ugh. X-Force's history with those did not give her happy memories at all. "How often do personnel change? What movements come in and out of the city regularly?"
“So we send the people who can best pass as Russians and the rest of us play backup.” Jubilee had been quiet up till now, content to stay silent and listen rather than speak. “That way they can like, walk in the front door and we hack in from outside.”
"That means language skills. I can pass for a number of different Russian natives and with my powers, I can assume a cover identity. All the suppressor will do is lock me into place. But who else here, without the held of their powers, can pass for Russian?"
Emma shrugged. “I don’t lose my dictionaries when my powers are suppressed. So I’m fluent in Russian and look like a Byelorussian princess. And I’m willing to punch people hard if needed, even without the diamond edges.”
They went around the table, with Wanda, North and Nina all confirming their Russian skills. The rest of the team would have to support them from outside.
"Alright, I have some good news, at least. VECTOR was developed back at in the Soviet days, so I've got access to our old satellite materials. Comparing them to feeds that we cracked into, it looks like for all the changes over the years, one piece is still the same. The compound itself has a primary FSB monitoring station several kilometres outside of it, where a security hard line runs to the city as a secondary operations point in the event of attack or malfunction. It's now a secondary security feature, which means it is lightly staffed. If our outside team takes this point, they can provide a secure backdoor into the base systems. As for the rest of us, we need to infiltrate the meeting that's been scheduled, find where Orehkov has the samples secured, get them and get out. So just a normal day at the office."
"VECTOR. New name for an old idea. The Soviets had 'science cities' doted around their territories. Always set up so security was tightly controlled, isolated to ensure the loyalty of the researchers as their families lived with them." Kevin Sydney pointed to a spot on the screen. "Novosibirsk Oblast is buried in central Russia, bordering Kazakhstan. It's pretty rural; mostly extraction and natural resources for the economy. Used to be the USSR's mineral water capital. Koltsovo has less than 20,000 people, and we can assume VECTOR isn't even ten percent of that. Remote works for and against us; not a lot of strangers in town but not a lot of security infrastructure outside of VECTOR itself."
"We do not know yet where the drive with the stolen files is located within the compound but one thing that definitely would work heavily against us is that mutant powers are strictly prohibited within the compound," North drummed his fingers against the table. "And by prohibited I mean they forcibly eliminate use with a mass suppressor installed in the heart of the place."
"Which means we are limited in what we can do to get inside." Marie-Ange said, almost unnecessarily, given the frowns on her teammates faces. "No telepathy, no precognition, no luck. No convincing people they have known any of us forever, no sliding in under convenient blizzards." Science cities. Ugh. X-Force's history with those did not give her happy memories at all. "How often do personnel change? What movements come in and out of the city regularly?"
“So we send the people who can best pass as Russians and the rest of us play backup.” Jubilee had been quiet up till now, content to stay silent and listen rather than speak. “That way they can like, walk in the front door and we hack in from outside.”
"That means language skills. I can pass for a number of different Russian natives and with my powers, I can assume a cover identity. All the suppressor will do is lock me into place. But who else here, without the held of their powers, can pass for Russian?"
Emma shrugged. “I don’t lose my dictionaries when my powers are suppressed. So I’m fluent in Russian and look like a Byelorussian princess. And I’m willing to punch people hard if needed, even without the diamond edges.”
They went around the table, with Wanda, North and Nina all confirming their Russian skills. The rest of the team would have to support them from outside.
"Alright, I have some good news, at least. VECTOR was developed back at in the Soviet days, so I've got access to our old satellite materials. Comparing them to feeds that we cracked into, it looks like for all the changes over the years, one piece is still the same. The compound itself has a primary FSB monitoring station several kilometres outside of it, where a security hard line runs to the city as a secondary operations point in the event of attack or malfunction. It's now a secondary security feature, which means it is lightly staffed. If our outside team takes this point, they can provide a secure backdoor into the base systems. As for the rest of us, we need to infiltrate the meeting that's been scheduled, find where Orehkov has the samples secured, get them and get out. So just a normal day at the office."
