Prime Nori - Interlude
Nippon Telegraph And Telephone server hub #32, outside Cairo
"He can't do it. Come on!", remarked John C. Cooper, Shinra 1st SOG, the mission's computer expert, "No way. It was crazy even when you talked about it back in Canissia."
Captain Nalecki, the mission's commander, just smiled and nodded. The kid had a point: the building in front of them was a massive, fortified complex not unlike a military command post, with a high sensor-laden fence, cameras all over and armed patrols.
"Comrade Fiszerski is a capable man", curiously, it was Hammer who defended their break-in artist, "He has caused great inconvenience to the KGB in his time."
"Oh, bullshit. Fifty says he can't cut it."
"Cooper, can't you just shut up and do your job?", Sergeant Kralewski seemed more than irritated. He didn't say that his attitude came from nervousness: he had no idea if Fiszerski could cut it, either. Sure, the man had a fierce reputation...back in his time. And that was more than a decade ago. He watched the building through his rifle's scope, noting the patrol routes, inwardly wondering how much longer they'd wait before calling the mission a failure.
Cooper's laptop beeped, making its operator jump with surprise. He examined the screen curiously.
"I'll be...", he muttered, seeing a firm connection to the internal network,
It's a good thing nobody took that bet...
He felt Nalecki kneel besides his post. The small team was well concealed between the myriad rocks that littered the area outside Cairo, "How long will it take you?", he asked.
"Not long. I'm connected right to the security server, just give me a couple of minutes..."
Somehow, when it became clear they'd be going inside, nervousness set in. Untill a few seconds ago, chances were they'd abort the mission and go home...now, they'd have to risk capture and death.
Everyone present cast these thoughts aside quickly, though. They had a job to do.
"Yes!", Cooper hissed, "I'm in. The software is all in place, they should be blind in less than a minute."
"Good. Pack up, it's time to move out."
Hub #32, inside
The tech managed to surprise Fiszerski. He had no time to dwell on the fact it would've never happened when he was still working for Section II: the Japanistani turned around and began to flee, screaming his head off, so taking him down suddendly became very urgent.
<Help! Intruder!>, the man screamed in Japanistani, running down the corridor. It seemed as if the building's entire security detail heard him already.
He caught up and tackled the man, with both of them smashing into a cart full of cleaning supplies as they tumbled to the ground. He hit the tech once, between the eyes, and he passed out immediately.
Hearing footsteps, Fiszerski grabbed the limp body and dragged him towards the nearest door. He could only hope there wasn't anyone inside who'd decide to stir up even more of a ruckus.
Hub #32, lobby
Hassan liked his post. He liked it so much, in fact, that he's turned down promotion twice already: a promotion meant more responsibility, and more scrutiny from the higher ups. His current post paid enough to cover the bills, and nothing ever happened this late at night anyway. It was the perfect job: other than the occasional round by the shift supervisor, Hassan could just relax and read his favorite mystery novels all night long.
Except tonight. Because a huge man, a hulking giant dressed in military fatigues just came through the front door, and walked straight up to the front security desk.
"Hello", he said, in terribly accented Farsi, "Could I use the bathroom please?"
The sheer absurdity of the question left Hassan flabbergasted. Even when the giant casually reached out over the front desk and pulled the security guard from his chair, lifting him up into the air by his shirt, he still couldn't say a word.
"I guess not, then.", the giant commented dryly, "Now, please cooperate, and nobody will get hurt."
Hassan nodded weakly, "Where are the main routers located?", the stranger asked. Two more joined him, one of them jamming the entry doors.
"They occupy the entire third floor", Hassan gasped.
"Thank you", the giant said, and slammed Hassan's head with his own. The guard slipped into merciful oblivion with no regret, happy not to know what would happen next.
