Falcon International building
Zurich, Switzerland
To the general world population Falcon International was a stock broker to the world dealing with high profile clientele ranging from celebrities of the acting and fashion world to multi-national corporations. That front hid the true nature of Gabriel Falcon the head of the organization. It's true function was as FIST a black market intelligence agency providing services to the highest bidder which normally would be reserved to governments. To the employees of FIST they were led to believe they were working for a top secret branch of NATO and the UN. A secret well-kept due to Falcon's close relations with powerful members of each group.
Anabelle Devereaux sat alone in the briefing room reading over a file. The name on the file Evelyn Roy was the name she was known by at FIST. As an employee of Falcon International she was a member of technical support but she was in actuality a highly skilled hacker, codebreaker and agent of FIST.
As she read over her case file an older man stepped into the room giving a small corner of his lip to a smirk as he eyed Anabelle.
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His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and he dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching blue tie over the back drop of a grey shirt. He took his seat at the head of the long round table in front of a projector screen not saying a word to Anabelle as the two awaited others to gather. Once the room had filled up with three more people, including Anabelle's partner, their handler and one of Falcon's senior associates. Gabriel Falcon adjusted his cuff links and stood up.
"Good evening. We have been designated to undertake a very important mission." Using a remote he turned on the projector which showed a picture of the company ChemiCore's main research facility.
"It has come to our attention that ChemiCore has developed a very powerful device which we believe they plan to sell to the Koreans and hasten a conflict between the North and South." He clicked a button and another picture replaced the building, this time a computer room.
"Our intel suggests that the research pertaining to this weapon lies in this mainframe. The objective is simple, retrieve the information. Remove the existing research data from their mainframe and bring the data back here for us to analyze and to be sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Unfortunately it is unclear whether the research has been put into practice or the magnitude of what that information pertains to." He took a moment to clear his throat as he looked over the faces of all that had gathered.
"Understand that this mission is of dire importance as it could have ramifications that could alter or even destroy the world as we know it. Are there any questions?" He spread his arms as he opened the table to discussion. Anabelle flipped through her briefing before looking up to the man who was her father.
"Yeah, why don't we just do this by proxy? It will be less risk and faster." She cocked an eyebrow as she awaited his response.
"Unfortunately miss Roy, ChemiCore runs all it's systems internally and there is no way to infiltrate their systems unless we are there directly. I do not expect there to be any risk. Their security systems are fairly routine and bypassing their systems and security should prove to be a simple task. Mr. Storm should have little problems escorting you to their mainframe. Is there anything else?" Anabelle shook her head slightly, looking over to the man who'd she'd partnered with on several missions already.
Zurich, Switzerland
To the general world population Falcon International was a stock broker to the world dealing with high profile clientele ranging from celebrities of the acting and fashion world to multi-national corporations. That front hid the true nature of Gabriel Falcon the head of the organization. It's true function was as FIST a black market intelligence agency providing services to the highest bidder which normally would be reserved to governments. To the employees of FIST they were led to believe they were working for a top secret branch of NATO and the UN. A secret well-kept due to Falcon's close relations with powerful members of each group.
Anabelle Devereaux sat alone in the briefing room reading over a file. The name on the file Evelyn Roy was the name she was known by at FIST. As an employee of Falcon International she was a member of technical support but she was in actuality a highly skilled hacker, codebreaker and agent of FIST.
As she read over her case file an older man stepped into the room giving a small corner of his lip to a smirk as he eyed Anabelle.
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m182/getwreckedrp/MD.jpg
His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and he dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching blue tie over the back drop of a grey shirt. He took his seat at the head of the long round table in front of a projector screen not saying a word to Anabelle as the two awaited others to gather. Once the room had filled up with three more people, including Anabelle's partner, their handler and one of Falcon's senior associates. Gabriel Falcon adjusted his cuff links and stood up.
"Good evening. We have been designated to undertake a very important mission." Using a remote he turned on the projector which showed a picture of the company ChemiCore's main research facility.
"It has come to our attention that ChemiCore has developed a very powerful device which we believe they plan to sell to the Koreans and hasten a conflict between the North and South." He clicked a button and another picture replaced the building, this time a computer room.
"Our intel suggests that the research pertaining to this weapon lies in this mainframe. The objective is simple, retrieve the information. Remove the existing research data from their mainframe and bring the data back here for us to analyze and to be sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Unfortunately it is unclear whether the research has been put into practice or the magnitude of what that information pertains to." He took a moment to clear his throat as he looked over the faces of all that had gathered.
"Understand that this mission is of dire importance as it could have ramifications that could alter or even destroy the world as we know it. Are there any questions?" He spread his arms as he opened the table to discussion. Anabelle flipped through her briefing before looking up to the man who was her father.
"Yeah, why don't we just do this by proxy? It will be less risk and faster." She cocked an eyebrow as she awaited his response.
"Unfortunately miss Roy, ChemiCore runs all it's systems internally and there is no way to infiltrate their systems unless we are there directly. I do not expect there to be any risk. Their security systems are fairly routine and bypassing their systems and security should prove to be a simple task. Mr. Storm should have little problems escorting you to their mainframe. Is there anything else?" Anabelle shook her head slightly, looking over to the man who'd she'd partnered with on several missions already.