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16-5-2043
The scheduled morning meeting was a waste of time since Billy did not show with the information
nor the person he was to bring for it. Alpha-1 had no news from him and Alpha-2 stated he had sent the
document copies to Doc in Argus. The only thing left not completed that needed work was to find a way to
the lower labs or at least get more info on how Marco was teleporting around up here when the technology
should not work.
Alpha-3 and 5 had another tournament that afternoon but had managed to get an invite to a hunt
with a team consisting of the asteroids owner and various members of Omegatons Owners and Legal Department
managers that morning. It was more like a tour to show investors the workings of the resort but an
important meeting none the less. Alpha-4 and myself were left to go snoop around the shops and private
offices and labs to learn what we could.
16-5-2043 Fort Argus mid afternoon
Doc received the messages that Alpha-2 had gotten from the pictures I took. He was on his way to
meet with a contact of his that works for Fire Forge and Action Arms as a networking consultant. His job
when he worked for the Planetary Defense Force Intelligence Department was to encrypt messages in various
codes to keep the robots from deciphering troop movements or strategic plans. He also as a hobby went
thru all the encrypted documents from both WWI and WWII... Japanese, German, American, French, and English
then wrote his Doctorate thesis on those findings.
As usual Doc was always keeping an eye out for followers or things not ordinary to everyday life
since he got involved with all the spy vs spy happenings. He spotted the normal men in dark suits with
the old surveillance gear that had become his normal entourage. He even spotted the Street Gangs that had
started watching them to see why Government personnel were infringing on their turf. The thing that was
way out of place was the man walking around in the P.o.E. Armor.
He had an idea of who it was but it really did not make sense that Marco could be planet side already after
being spotted less then twenty four hours ago on the asteroid. It is blatantly obvious this person wants to be
seen because it is rare for a person to need armor in Fort Argus anymore. Only hunters who are just returning
or are heading out again wear it let alone a serious set like that. This man obviously wants to be noticed.
Doc decides to make a side stop and grab some coffee while he observes the happenings of the
square this morning. While he is at a counter fixing his coffee someone brushes ever so lightly against
him making the cup in his hand rock slightly. Knowing the documents were in the briefcase in front of him
he knows he was not pick pocketed so he wasn't worried. However he got the strange feeling he was just
tagged with something, a bug maybe, a gps chip, something out of the ordinary. He grabs a second spoon
with his left hand and angles it to get a look at whoever was walking away from him so he knew who to
keep an eye on. Easy target. The person who bumped into him was wearing a light blue dress worth a lot
more then the average citizen wears or can buy in Argus.
He heads out to the plaza area where outdoor tables are set in various prime people watching
locations and picks one mid way between where the blue dress and the burgundy armor have parked themselves
this morning. It wasn't long before another person made his way past Doc for a seemingly strange reason.
It was one of the gang members watching the Government people. He asked Doc if he wanted to buy some
jewelry for a very low price. Doc looked at him like he was nuts and was about to send him on his way
when the person handed him a small piece of paper saying a little louder then needed "here is a list
of the prices for the fine items I am selling today". By now Doc's suspicions were peaked and he started
to look around for movement in his direction because this feels too much like a sting.
Not seeing an immediate threat he tries to hand the paper back to the guy in front of him. The
guy flatly refuses and reiterates Doc REALLY needed to see those prices. So Doc unfolds the page then
drops his right hand closer to the pistol on his hip. The paper was not a price list but a warning that
Doc was being followed and now has a gps devise somewhere on him that is transmitting as he sits there.
Reading further there were instructions to go to the mens bathroom middle stall in the same place he got
his coffee from. The last line states to crumble the paper and throw it at the guy if he will do that.
Feeling he was compromised no matter what he did he opted for this way out. He crumbled the paper and
threw it back at the guy telling him to get lost he was in no need of hot items from a street thug. As
he tossed the paper in the guys face he intentionally spilled his coffee making the need to go to the
bathroom valid. Loudly yelling vulgarities at the guy for making him spill the coffee Doc makes his way
to the lavatory.
As soon as Doc steps into the middle stall as instructed a panel slides open above the toilet
and a voice immediately tells him to climb through. Doc isn't even all the way in when a handheld
scanning devise begins a quick search of his body. By the time he is in the small room behind the
toilet and the wall is closed a hand rubs his back near the lower edge of his coat and a slight tug is
felt. The hand crosses in front of Doc's face holding a small gps tracking tag and hands it to the man
who closed the door behind him. That man immediately leaves the room while the remaining person instructs
Doc to head in that same direction.
While he is lead into a long passageway the person now in front of him starts explaining that his
people have been watching the Agents following Doc for a while now. He says they were there for close to
six weeks before Doc first showed up. The lady in the blue dress is a common face in the crowd and the
man in the P.o.E. shows up about every two weeks. Doc is lead out the back of the building and told
someone from their gang will contact him in three days at the apartment he is renting to talk more
in depth about what is happening in Argus in the last ten months. Doc makes a few fast turns to make
sure he is not followed and finds a vidphone to let the contact he was to meet know of the problems and
to cancel their meeting.
16-5-2043 Asteroid private meeting room 15:30 hours
"Trinity Arms is going to be the next biggest corporation to set fire to Calypso with new technology
currently in development along with new weapons and a few surprises with advancement in the Mind Forces".
"I would like to start in two months by unveiling some of the upgrades to implant technology by holding a
huge release to the public party held right here in this club" "Of course there will be full media coverage
by all the news networks owned by Trinity Holding including a simulcast on the Calypso Wide Web".
"That would be great Ms. DeBorg' once rumors of Omegatons failed experiment dissipate as right now
attendance for my events here have stifled due to safety concerns for our customers" "Even the most
steadfast fighters from Champions League have raised concerns over the higher power weapons available already
pushing the limits of the domes themselves".
"Yes but that lot are not exactly known for their incredible minds". "A few pretty pictures along
with a few big words will have them back in lines to sign up for your events". " I'm betting if we use that
Blond news anchor from the E.B.N. in a live interview with these brutes we could even persuade them into
inadvertently promoting the resort". "Take these two oafs that escorted us today, I'm betting if we gave them
free gear to use that no one else has they would crawl all over the domes dung heaps to get that chance"
Catching that snide comment Alpha-3 goes into his country bumpkin persona and states quite loudly
"Hell yeah!! Id crawl through dung to get my hands on a new set of armor or a gun..." "Why hell, Id even
settle for a teleport chip that worked up here just so I can sneak up on people in the last segments of
Champion League events" Alpha-5 Chimes in "Id clean all them domes if I knew I could get a set of that
pretty red armor.. what's it called? Poh? Poo? aww hell you know what I mean".
"Hang around up here the next two months and keep us safe and you just might get your wish"
16-5-2043 Com Room 16:00 hours
Billy finally got back to the apartment and immediately took Alpha-1 into the debriefing room
for a private run down of the nights events. After an hour they emerged. Billy told Alpha-4 to find
everyone and muster for a debriefing immediately. Alpha-1 went directly to the com room with several high
security messages to be sent via scrambled channels.
16-5-2043
The scheduled morning meeting was a waste of time since Billy did not show with the information
nor the person he was to bring for it. Alpha-1 had no news from him and Alpha-2 stated he had sent the
document copies to Doc in Argus. The only thing left not completed that needed work was to find a way to
the lower labs or at least get more info on how Marco was teleporting around up here when the technology
should not work.
Alpha-3 and 5 had another tournament that afternoon but had managed to get an invite to a hunt
with a team consisting of the asteroids owner and various members of Omegatons Owners and Legal Department
managers that morning. It was more like a tour to show investors the workings of the resort but an
important meeting none the less. Alpha-4 and myself were left to go snoop around the shops and private
offices and labs to learn what we could.
16-5-2043 Fort Argus mid afternoon
Doc received the messages that Alpha-2 had gotten from the pictures I took. He was on his way to
meet with a contact of his that works for Fire Forge and Action Arms as a networking consultant. His job
when he worked for the Planetary Defense Force Intelligence Department was to encrypt messages in various
codes to keep the robots from deciphering troop movements or strategic plans. He also as a hobby went
thru all the encrypted documents from both WWI and WWII... Japanese, German, American, French, and English
then wrote his Doctorate thesis on those findings.
As usual Doc was always keeping an eye out for followers or things not ordinary to everyday life
since he got involved with all the spy vs spy happenings. He spotted the normal men in dark suits with
the old surveillance gear that had become his normal entourage. He even spotted the Street Gangs that had
started watching them to see why Government personnel were infringing on their turf. The thing that was
way out of place was the man walking around in the P.o.E. Armor.

He had an idea of who it was but it really did not make sense that Marco could be planet side already after
being spotted less then twenty four hours ago on the asteroid. It is blatantly obvious this person wants to be
seen because it is rare for a person to need armor in Fort Argus anymore. Only hunters who are just returning
or are heading out again wear it let alone a serious set like that. This man obviously wants to be noticed.
Doc decides to make a side stop and grab some coffee while he observes the happenings of the
square this morning. While he is at a counter fixing his coffee someone brushes ever so lightly against
him making the cup in his hand rock slightly. Knowing the documents were in the briefcase in front of him
he knows he was not pick pocketed so he wasn't worried. However he got the strange feeling he was just
tagged with something, a bug maybe, a gps chip, something out of the ordinary. He grabs a second spoon
with his left hand and angles it to get a look at whoever was walking away from him so he knew who to
keep an eye on. Easy target. The person who bumped into him was wearing a light blue dress worth a lot
more then the average citizen wears or can buy in Argus.
He heads out to the plaza area where outdoor tables are set in various prime people watching
locations and picks one mid way between where the blue dress and the burgundy armor have parked themselves
this morning. It wasn't long before another person made his way past Doc for a seemingly strange reason.
It was one of the gang members watching the Government people. He asked Doc if he wanted to buy some
jewelry for a very low price. Doc looked at him like he was nuts and was about to send him on his way
when the person handed him a small piece of paper saying a little louder then needed "here is a list
of the prices for the fine items I am selling today". By now Doc's suspicions were peaked and he started
to look around for movement in his direction because this feels too much like a sting.
Not seeing an immediate threat he tries to hand the paper back to the guy in front of him. The
guy flatly refuses and reiterates Doc REALLY needed to see those prices. So Doc unfolds the page then
drops his right hand closer to the pistol on his hip. The paper was not a price list but a warning that
Doc was being followed and now has a gps devise somewhere on him that is transmitting as he sits there.
Reading further there were instructions to go to the mens bathroom middle stall in the same place he got
his coffee from. The last line states to crumble the paper and throw it at the guy if he will do that.
Feeling he was compromised no matter what he did he opted for this way out. He crumbled the paper and
threw it back at the guy telling him to get lost he was in no need of hot items from a street thug. As
he tossed the paper in the guys face he intentionally spilled his coffee making the need to go to the
bathroom valid. Loudly yelling vulgarities at the guy for making him spill the coffee Doc makes his way
to the lavatory.
As soon as Doc steps into the middle stall as instructed a panel slides open above the toilet
and a voice immediately tells him to climb through. Doc isn't even all the way in when a handheld
scanning devise begins a quick search of his body. By the time he is in the small room behind the
toilet and the wall is closed a hand rubs his back near the lower edge of his coat and a slight tug is
felt. The hand crosses in front of Doc's face holding a small gps tracking tag and hands it to the man
who closed the door behind him. That man immediately leaves the room while the remaining person instructs
Doc to head in that same direction.
While he is lead into a long passageway the person now in front of him starts explaining that his
people have been watching the Agents following Doc for a while now. He says they were there for close to
six weeks before Doc first showed up. The lady in the blue dress is a common face in the crowd and the
man in the P.o.E. shows up about every two weeks. Doc is lead out the back of the building and told
someone from their gang will contact him in three days at the apartment he is renting to talk more
in depth about what is happening in Argus in the last ten months. Doc makes a few fast turns to make
sure he is not followed and finds a vidphone to let the contact he was to meet know of the problems and
to cancel their meeting.
16-5-2043 Asteroid private meeting room 15:30 hours
"Trinity Arms is going to be the next biggest corporation to set fire to Calypso with new technology
currently in development along with new weapons and a few surprises with advancement in the Mind Forces".
"I would like to start in two months by unveiling some of the upgrades to implant technology by holding a
huge release to the public party held right here in this club" "Of course there will be full media coverage
by all the news networks owned by Trinity Holding including a simulcast on the Calypso Wide Web".
"That would be great Ms. DeBorg' once rumors of Omegatons failed experiment dissipate as right now
attendance for my events here have stifled due to safety concerns for our customers" "Even the most
steadfast fighters from Champions League have raised concerns over the higher power weapons available already
pushing the limits of the domes themselves".
"Yes but that lot are not exactly known for their incredible minds". "A few pretty pictures along
with a few big words will have them back in lines to sign up for your events". " I'm betting if we use that
Blond news anchor from the E.B.N. in a live interview with these brutes we could even persuade them into
inadvertently promoting the resort". "Take these two oafs that escorted us today, I'm betting if we gave them
free gear to use that no one else has they would crawl all over the domes dung heaps to get that chance"
Catching that snide comment Alpha-3 goes into his country bumpkin persona and states quite loudly
"Hell yeah!! Id crawl through dung to get my hands on a new set of armor or a gun..." "Why hell, Id even
settle for a teleport chip that worked up here just so I can sneak up on people in the last segments of
Champion League events" Alpha-5 Chimes in "Id clean all them domes if I knew I could get a set of that
pretty red armor.. what's it called? Poh? Poo? aww hell you know what I mean".
"Hang around up here the next two months and keep us safe and you just might get your wish"
16-5-2043 Com Room 16:00 hours
Billy finally got back to the apartment and immediately took Alpha-1 into the debriefing room
for a private run down of the nights events. After an hour they emerged. Billy told Alpha-4 to find
everyone and muster for a debriefing immediately. Alpha-1 went directly to the com room with several high
security messages to be sent via scrambled channels.
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