Operation: Black Hand - Log 4
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xp_logsAmanda and Kevin use the intel from Darcy and Artie to infiltrate the Karnelli compound.
The high resolution pictures came through clear, and Kevin shifted in a heartbeat to become an exact replica of the man. He didn't like having to manifest clothes, but explaining an outfit change wasn't worth the added risk. Instead, he went to the corner and knelt as if to tie his shoe.
"We clear, Sefton?"
"Yeah. Our man's taking his time with wherever he's heading. Oh, he's stopped for a pretzel. Extra mustard." Leaning against the wall of a building, apparently immersed in her phone, Amanda used the cover of her sunglasses to instead watch her target. She adjusted a headphone, nodding her head in time to music that wasn't actually playing. "You're good to go."
"Good, good." Kevin concentrated for a minute and there he was; bad bowling styled shirt, jeans, expensive sneakers and two gold chains around his thick neck. He turned towards the building, coming back from roughly the same direction as the man he was doubling had gone.
"The fuck you doing back?"
"Ah, forgot something." He didn't have a DNA match to mimic the voice, but just keeping it pitched low was usually enough.
"Better fucking hurry. Paulie wants this shit down like, last week." Kevin just nodded and passed the door and into the building. Inside was a mix of salvage equipment, wrapped pallets and a number of vehicles in various states of repair. He waved vaguely as he went past a table of guys eating lunch and arguing about last night's Mets game. Past them was a hallway and stairs leading up, the most likely place for offices.
"Still clear." Amanda's voice came through the earpiece which was now part of him. She'd continued following the target as he'd resumed his walk, ducking into an alley - and slightly beyond into the building wall - when he'd paused to wipe mustard off his face and had looked around for a trashcan for the napkin. "He's getting a bit antsy, tho'. Better make it quick."
Kevin clicked on his phone, enabling the camera. What he wouldn't have done for an iPhone in the 60s. Give him a case and the Soviets would have fallen by '65. He turned up the stairs, making sure to get a clean shot of the area that Sefton said she needed. He paused at one of the doors for a moment, touching the handle. Only one strong DNA print. He closed his eyes and could immediately visualize the stern faced woman Sarah had shown them. This was her office.
"OK, I got it. Give me a couple of minutes to get downstairs and I'll pull a distraction. You got enough to port in?"
Amanda scrolled through the series of photos that appeared on her phone. "Yeah, should be enough. I'll go grab Sarah and be there in a jiffy."
The high resolution pictures came through clear, and Kevin shifted in a heartbeat to become an exact replica of the man. He didn't like having to manifest clothes, but explaining an outfit change wasn't worth the added risk. Instead, he went to the corner and knelt as if to tie his shoe.
"We clear, Sefton?"
"Yeah. Our man's taking his time with wherever he's heading. Oh, he's stopped for a pretzel. Extra mustard." Leaning against the wall of a building, apparently immersed in her phone, Amanda used the cover of her sunglasses to instead watch her target. She adjusted a headphone, nodding her head in time to music that wasn't actually playing. "You're good to go."
"Good, good." Kevin concentrated for a minute and there he was; bad bowling styled shirt, jeans, expensive sneakers and two gold chains around his thick neck. He turned towards the building, coming back from roughly the same direction as the man he was doubling had gone.
"The fuck you doing back?"
"Ah, forgot something." He didn't have a DNA match to mimic the voice, but just keeping it pitched low was usually enough.
"Better fucking hurry. Paulie wants this shit down like, last week." Kevin just nodded and passed the door and into the building. Inside was a mix of salvage equipment, wrapped pallets and a number of vehicles in various states of repair. He waved vaguely as he went past a table of guys eating lunch and arguing about last night's Mets game. Past them was a hallway and stairs leading up, the most likely place for offices.
"Still clear." Amanda's voice came through the earpiece which was now part of him. She'd continued following the target as he'd resumed his walk, ducking into an alley - and slightly beyond into the building wall - when he'd paused to wipe mustard off his face and had looked around for a trashcan for the napkin. "He's getting a bit antsy, tho'. Better make it quick."
Kevin clicked on his phone, enabling the camera. What he wouldn't have done for an iPhone in the 60s. Give him a case and the Soviets would have fallen by '65. He turned up the stairs, making sure to get a clean shot of the area that Sefton said she needed. He paused at one of the doors for a moment, touching the handle. Only one strong DNA print. He closed his eyes and could immediately visualize the stern faced woman Sarah had shown them. This was her office.
"OK, I got it. Give me a couple of minutes to get downstairs and I'll pull a distraction. You got enough to port in?"
Amanda scrolled through the series of photos that appeared on her phone. "Yeah, should be enough. I'll go grab Sarah and be there in a jiffy."
