Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161017045145

Ok, now...how to alert Hargreave to switch up the names without her suspecting someone squealed...

"Relax Brine, the only guy who'll notice the extra bandwidth is the neckbeard who lives downstairs. The only thing you'll interfere with are his hentai downloads." Fritz dryly replied.

"B'sides, I run tons of encrypted stuff from here. Chances are the neighbors'll just think I'm working from home again." he added as he placed the phone on the coffee table and turned away from the window. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves again. No turning back now, but there was no way Brine or Azzie could have gotten where they were if they didn't have the professionalism their job required.

"...Have you ever met someone who was too clever for you to touch without exposing yourself? Someone with too many friends in high places, too many resources for you to outlast, and not enough tracks to follow?"

Fritz had himself some more tea.

"Coconut Samoa is a codename for Flagg's contingency plan, strictly for self-preservation though. The short version: get the Order of the Black Dawn to take and throw a few punches on our behalf."

Niether Azzie or Brine looked/sounded too impressed with that explanation.

"The longer version: Flagg has some access to the Order's intel network. Access that can be used to trick the Dawnies into thinking that a Realm supply train actually belongs to Flagg or if you want to get really juicy, a Senator with connections to the Realm is also in our pocket when he actually ain't. Sometimes, we don't even have to spin something as being ours instead of someone else's. Just leaving schematics for a defense system of one of thier many other enemies might be a big enough confidence booster to get'em to move out. Leave enough breadcrumbs, and a nevermore'll show up."

As Fritz spoke, the implications of what could have happened started setting in. In disbelief, Fritz got out of his seat and retreated to the bedroom of the apartment. Feeling underneath the bed for a loose floor tile, he retrieved a tiny proprietary datachip the size of a MicroSD card. These same datachips were used for re-programming Leighly-Braun manifolds to print alternate ammunition or blades. He put on one of his Shrekfaust gauntlets and slipped in the chip. A tiny key-shaped object was formed from the gauntlet's thumb and he went over to the personal safe: a false-bottom drawer in Stella's dresser. Placing the key inside, he retrieved a copy of Flagg's current list of assets within the Black Dawn, granted it was a few weeks out of date. Mostly his fault. Flipping through the pages, he counted 27, no 36, no, at least 50 sources of intel within the Black Dawn: informants, compromised computers, fed moles within Flagg itelf (most of them were in assistant/middle management positions), listening/relay outposts, and the list went on and on...

Most of these were labelled "CS use only..." and fairly old as well...

Do I want to know how much advance knowledge we've had...From the living room, Azzie and Brine could hear Fritz angrily slamming the safe shut. He spent a few more minutes putting away the key and finally came back outside.