OPERATION: SALT THE EARTH - Log 7
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xp_logsFelicia and Wade lead the infiltration of the FSB monitoring facility outside VECTOR as the first step in their plan.
The FSB compound they had identified was not so much of a compound as a single two story concrete building and a fenced in area that housed a garage and a large, high powered antenna. It was typical of Soviet construction; squat, few windows and painted in a uniform dark green. There were enough of these small radio compounds dotted around the ex-Soviet republics that the CIA had speculated that even taking out all of the Russian satellite capabilities, they'd still have the ability to coordinate between themselves with minor lag using the old technology.
The only obvious presence of force was a small guardbox set by the road. It had heavily concrete redoubts beside it, giving them the ability to stop traffic if necessary. But the gate wasn't even down and two men sat in the hut playing cards, only sparing a glance around every so often.
Down the block, in a wireless provider van, two sat inside with their fists next to each other, lying in their own palms. Felicia's eyebrow quirked, as she looked up at Wade. "I win, we don't kill these idiots and get through like actual professionals. You win, we do whatever, everyone dies, I'm not sad but it's not even remotely a challenge, seriously. I'll try not to cheat."
She grinned. "On go. Rock, paper, scissors, GO!"
Quick like a rabbit, Wade laid out scissors and then squinted at their displayed hands. "Ugh. What if it's just no killing loudly? No guns, but I could like... I dunno. Break necks or strangle them?" His eyebrows are doing hopeful things in Felicia's direction. "Pretty please?"
"Look, you do what you need to do, but as my father always said, killing is just for those not smart enough to get around it," Felicia replied tartly, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a fond look. "If you insist, be quiet and don't embarrass me. Dork."
"Oh, see -- that's just rude," Wade said, reaching over to tug a strand of Felicia's hair. "Fine, whatever. No killing. But we're counting points for creativity." He had no doubt she'd 'win' this, what with her being stealthier than most of the people he knew. He gave himself a final, quick pat down and then nodded. "There's only four of them, anyway. Let's do this thing."
***
Taking off her glasses, Felicia tucked them into the vee of her blouse. "See? There's an easy natural order to things. Distraction, seduction, make them think they blacked out. I'm glad we didn't get to the last guy and he took his break, though, not going to lie." She smiled, tapping him gently on the nose with the tip of her finger. "He was totally into you, but I feel he deserved real romance."
Half-laughing, Wade shook his head. "I mean, it's not like I could've wined and dined him out here, kitten." He checked his watch, then glanced around the little guard station and said, "Anything else we gotta handle? Or can we head on to the Soviet-era, double-stacked concrete box? I wanna give the all-clear to party numero dos... cause that garage over there's looking pretty big to be just a garage, so I wanna know what's in there..."
"Nah. Your one true love is going to be mysteriously locked in the bathroom with no signal, that's all our guys, we're green for team Less Awesome," Felicia quipped back, already making her way back to their hold position. "I'll let you call it in."
Wade tapped his comm to switch it over to XF's group comm as he grinned at Felicia. "Hotel India, X-ray Foxtrot, mis amigos! The Fun Buns food truck is ready for the lunch crowd! Hit her up quick, before she runs out of Pork Belly Buns. Bravo Charlie-meow and me're checking out a fun, new truck -- it's just down the street. We'll get back to you if they've got anything especially tantalizing on the menu."
The FSB compound they had identified was not so much of a compound as a single two story concrete building and a fenced in area that housed a garage and a large, high powered antenna. It was typical of Soviet construction; squat, few windows and painted in a uniform dark green. There were enough of these small radio compounds dotted around the ex-Soviet republics that the CIA had speculated that even taking out all of the Russian satellite capabilities, they'd still have the ability to coordinate between themselves with minor lag using the old technology.
The only obvious presence of force was a small guardbox set by the road. It had heavily concrete redoubts beside it, giving them the ability to stop traffic if necessary. But the gate wasn't even down and two men sat in the hut playing cards, only sparing a glance around every so often.
Down the block, in a wireless provider van, two sat inside with their fists next to each other, lying in their own palms. Felicia's eyebrow quirked, as she looked up at Wade. "I win, we don't kill these idiots and get through like actual professionals. You win, we do whatever, everyone dies, I'm not sad but it's not even remotely a challenge, seriously. I'll try not to cheat."
She grinned. "On go. Rock, paper, scissors, GO!"
Quick like a rabbit, Wade laid out scissors and then squinted at their displayed hands. "Ugh. What if it's just no killing loudly? No guns, but I could like... I dunno. Break necks or strangle them?" His eyebrows are doing hopeful things in Felicia's direction. "Pretty please?"
"Look, you do what you need to do, but as my father always said, killing is just for those not smart enough to get around it," Felicia replied tartly, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a fond look. "If you insist, be quiet and don't embarrass me. Dork."
"Oh, see -- that's just rude," Wade said, reaching over to tug a strand of Felicia's hair. "Fine, whatever. No killing. But we're counting points for creativity." He had no doubt she'd 'win' this, what with her being stealthier than most of the people he knew. He gave himself a final, quick pat down and then nodded. "There's only four of them, anyway. Let's do this thing."
***
Taking off her glasses, Felicia tucked them into the vee of her blouse. "See? There's an easy natural order to things. Distraction, seduction, make them think they blacked out. I'm glad we didn't get to the last guy and he took his break, though, not going to lie." She smiled, tapping him gently on the nose with the tip of her finger. "He was totally into you, but I feel he deserved real romance."
Half-laughing, Wade shook his head. "I mean, it's not like I could've wined and dined him out here, kitten." He checked his watch, then glanced around the little guard station and said, "Anything else we gotta handle? Or can we head on to the Soviet-era, double-stacked concrete box? I wanna give the all-clear to party numero dos... cause that garage over there's looking pretty big to be just a garage, so I wanna know what's in there..."
"Nah. Your one true love is going to be mysteriously locked in the bathroom with no signal, that's all our guys, we're green for team Less Awesome," Felicia quipped back, already making her way back to their hold position. "I'll let you call it in."
Wade tapped his comm to switch it over to XF's group comm as he grinned at Felicia. "Hotel India, X-ray Foxtrot, mis amigos! The Fun Buns food truck is ready for the lunch crowd! Hit her up quick, before she runs out of Pork Belly Buns. Bravo Charlie-meow and me're checking out a fun, new truck -- it's just down the street. We'll get back to you if they've got anything especially tantalizing on the menu."
