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Saint Grime
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CHAPTER 1 - TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME
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CHAPTER 1 - TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME
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The Obsidian Circle Contract Phase 1 Mission Briefing Objective: Obtain Goro Inagawa's black book Person of Interest: Goro Inagawa 
Age: 49 Height: 5 ft 9 in Spouse: Mei Inagawa Children: 1 son - Toru Inagawa Known Businesses: Chairperson and founder of Inagwa Holdings, the parent company of several legal firms and hedge funds Known Associates: Several criminal organizations including local Yakuza, drug distributors, arms dealers, and the Obsidian Circle (rumored) Additional Intel: POI is rumored to host regular parties and galas for his friends and clients, has a notable art collection spread across his estates, enjoys aged Japanese whisky, is a rumored Casanova, and has been at odds with his son recently Venue, Date, and Time: Annual Spring gala at the Inagawa Country Estate, City Sector#2, April 15, 2063, 22:00 
Security Level: High Entry Requirements: Invitation card only Entrances and Exits: 1 main entrance for guests, 1 side entrance for staff, 1 known exit at the back of the estate but assumed locked and out of use, pool area overlooks the river bank with a 20 ft drop Additional Intel: The venue has several security cameras, alarms, and smoke detectors. Goro Inagwa's study is on the second floor and the access is using his biometrics. The estate's total area is 1 acre and the mansion is 15,000 square feet. The grounds have regular patrols with guard dogs. The exact building plan is unavailable. Mission Alias: Kevin West - Venture capitalist 
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April 15, 2063 - 8:00
"Good morning Mr. Clean." A monotone masculine voice erupted from an ominous-looking laptop perched up over an empty study table. "Shall we go over tonight's mission briefing one more time?"
"Go ahead, ARIS." The machine's question was met with a grunt from Alexander who was wrapping up his morning workout with the last set of pushups. He exhaled deeply at the last reps and looked up to see the screen of his laptop light up with the briefing document.
"The client has credible intel that Goro Inagawa is the rumored bookkeeper of the Obsidian Circle; a secret society of wealthy and influential individuals that threaten the client's interests. This mission is part of a series of contracts, that if successful, will result in the elimination of the Obsidian Circle. Your first task is to obtain Inagawa's black book, a physical diary of names and addresses that according to the client's intel has the Circle's members' names. Inagawa is rumored to keep the diary on his person at all times. At tonight's event, the most probable location will be the secure study only accessible by Inagawa's biometrics."
"How credible is this intel ARIS?" Alexander asked as he got up and opened the blinds of his apartment windows to let in some of the diffused sunlight. He had a small apartment in Sector 3, situated in an average building. Nothing too grand or flashy so that he could maintain a low profile. The pollution in Sector 3 was a little lower than the slums of Sector 4 and the overcrowded megacity of Sector 1. There was enough light through the smog for his collection of plants to grow. A variety of exotic species were lined up on the window sill shelves. The place looked somewhat personalized yet hinted at the owner being detached. Except for the plants and a few handmade pots from his hobby of pottery, no personalized items were present. A simple studio with the essentials, a small chess board over a coffee table, the study table with Alexander's laptop, and another table that was a makeshift work table with tools and gadgets littered about. Of course, being the abode of a dangerous assassin, the apartment was rigged with alarms, explosives, and hidden firearms in case something went wrong.
"The Syndicate has vouched for the client's intel. I've sent a copy of the briefing over to your phone as well. You'll be going as Kevin West, an upcoming venture capitalist. The Inagawa's are holding their annual Spring Gala tonight. The client has been able to secure you an invitation card. The card is mandatory to enter the premises of the estate. Security will be tight and on high alert. Expect heavily armed security, cameras, and metal detectors. No weapons are possible. This is different from your usual contracts so a sound plan is necessary. No floor plan of the estate is available to the Syndicate and the most I have is what the client has provided. Some personal information about the Inagawa is also in the file. You must find a way to lift off his fingerprints and then create a distraction long enough for you to access the study, retrieve the dairy, and escape. The ideal escape would be out the front entrance and I would advise against a swim in the river."
Kevin West was Alexander's civilian alias. His apartment was registered in this name and so were his bank accounts. It was a simple yet effective cover. Hidden in plain sight. "Alright ARIS. I will have you online with me throughout. You'll have eyes through the cameras in the glasses I'll be wearing and ears through my phone. I'll want real-time situational analysis. I'll be carrying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a special handkerchief for some fireworks. I'll need to you figure out the right place to create that distraction." By now Alexander was making a cup of coffee, black, no sugar, and leaning against the kitchen counter whilst soaking in the dull sunlight in his black boxers and white tank top. As he took small sips, eyes diverted to the patterned handkerchiefs he'd have on him with his attire tonight. They were on his work table and he had them laced with a flammable chemical. Nothing like a fire alarm to create a distraction at parties.
"The client has specifically requested for your services Mr. Clean. The Syndicate expects to get a five-star review. I've ordered adequate clothing based on the dress code and your tastes and arranged for a rental vehicle as well. Good luck Mr Clean."
"Go ahead, ARIS." The machine's question was met with a grunt from Alexander who was wrapping up his morning workout with the last set of pushups. He exhaled deeply at the last reps and looked up to see the screen of his laptop light up with the briefing document.
"The client has credible intel that Goro Inagawa is the rumored bookkeeper of the Obsidian Circle; a secret society of wealthy and influential individuals that threaten the client's interests. This mission is part of a series of contracts, that if successful, will result in the elimination of the Obsidian Circle. Your first task is to obtain Inagawa's black book, a physical diary of names and addresses that according to the client's intel has the Circle's members' names. Inagawa is rumored to keep the diary on his person at all times. At tonight's event, the most probable location will be the secure study only accessible by Inagawa's biometrics."
"How credible is this intel ARIS?" Alexander asked as he got up and opened the blinds of his apartment windows to let in some of the diffused sunlight. He had a small apartment in Sector 3, situated in an average building. Nothing too grand or flashy so that he could maintain a low profile. The pollution in Sector 3 was a little lower than the slums of Sector 4 and the overcrowded megacity of Sector 1. There was enough light through the smog for his collection of plants to grow. A variety of exotic species were lined up on the window sill shelves. The place looked somewhat personalized yet hinted at the owner being detached. Except for the plants and a few handmade pots from his hobby of pottery, no personalized items were present. A simple studio with the essentials, a small chess board over a coffee table, the study table with Alexander's laptop, and another table that was a makeshift work table with tools and gadgets littered about. Of course, being the abode of a dangerous assassin, the apartment was rigged with alarms, explosives, and hidden firearms in case something went wrong.
"The Syndicate has vouched for the client's intel. I've sent a copy of the briefing over to your phone as well. You'll be going as Kevin West, an upcoming venture capitalist. The Inagawa's are holding their annual Spring Gala tonight. The client has been able to secure you an invitation card. The card is mandatory to enter the premises of the estate. Security will be tight and on high alert. Expect heavily armed security, cameras, and metal detectors. No weapons are possible. This is different from your usual contracts so a sound plan is necessary. No floor plan of the estate is available to the Syndicate and the most I have is what the client has provided. Some personal information about the Inagawa is also in the file. You must find a way to lift off his fingerprints and then create a distraction long enough for you to access the study, retrieve the dairy, and escape. The ideal escape would be out the front entrance and I would advise against a swim in the river."
Kevin West was Alexander's civilian alias. His apartment was registered in this name and so were his bank accounts. It was a simple yet effective cover. Hidden in plain sight. "Alright ARIS. I will have you online with me throughout. You'll have eyes through the cameras in the glasses I'll be wearing and ears through my phone. I'll want real-time situational analysis. I'll be carrying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a special handkerchief for some fireworks. I'll need to you figure out the right place to create that distraction." By now Alexander was making a cup of coffee, black, no sugar, and leaning against the kitchen counter whilst soaking in the dull sunlight in his black boxers and white tank top. As he took small sips, eyes diverted to the patterned handkerchiefs he'd have on him with his attire tonight. They were on his work table and he had them laced with a flammable chemical. Nothing like a fire alarm to create a distraction at parties.
"The client has specifically requested for your services Mr. Clean. The Syndicate expects to get a five-star review. I've ordered adequate clothing based on the dress code and your tastes and arranged for a rental vehicle as well. Good luck Mr Clean."
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21:50 - The Inagawa Country Estate
Alexander arrived at the entrance of the Inagawa Estate in a metallic grey rental Audi, sporty yet not too eye-catching so he could easily blend in. As expected, security at the entrance was intense. He rolled his window down and presented the invitation card to the guards with confidence and the careless attitude that most guests would have; eyes up front and a bothered expression on his face that said 'Is this really necessary?'. Acting and espionage weren't Alexander's forte but it was fun to challenge himself once in a while. This mission was just that. Something out of his comfort zone and a test of his skills. The scanner lit up green and the guard returned the invitation card with a smile and nod. "Welcome and have a pleasant evening Mr. West." Tonight he was dressed in a light dull grey suit, a 3 piece consisting of a jacket, vest, and trousers, all tailored to compliment his strong physique. The shoes were black, custom-made to look formal yet give him the grip and comfort needed in case of a high-octane situation. He covered his left hand with a black glove to hide the burn scar. He wasn't the one to cover it with makeup and didn't like intrusive questions about it. The outfit wouldn't be complete without the necessary accessories and tools for tonight's engagement. His tie was dull black, matching his shoes but with tiny polka dots to add a bit of flare. There was a leather strapped timepiece on his left wrist, something of the bygone era to show he had taste in the intricate technology of the past. It was always a good conversation starter. In his jacket pocket was an elegant black scarf, dangerously laced with flammable chemicals. There was a spare inside the side pocket along with his phone, a lighter, and a packet of cigarettes, and hidden in the inner pockets were thin transparent films meant to pick up fingerprints. To communicate with and keep ARIS situationally aware, he had a small device in his ear and wore glasses with a camera on each side of the frame. A specialty technology of his employer that would pass undetected and give him a docile look. Tonight was all about blending in and coming out undetected.
Alexander drove down the driveway slowly, trying to get a good look at the premises and the security situation. The front gardens were being patrolled by a team with guard dogs and it seemed that if anything went wrong, capture was inevitable. "You were right ARIS, security is beefed up. Log in everything you see."
"Affirmative," a monotone voice rang through the device in his ear.
At the large parking, the distant sounds of guests chattering and laughing with the backdrop of live music could be heard. Knowing Inagawa's tastes, he must've hired the finest management, catering staff, and orchestra for tonight. Alexander got out of his car and strode towards the mansion's entrance. His face carried a small smirk as excitement coursed through his veins. He was unarmed in a dangerous and unfamiliar situation. A lot could go wrong yet the risk of it all was pumping adrenaline through him. Deep down he was secretly praying for something to go wrong and land him in a life-threatening situation. A situation where he could gamble his life and win. There was one more security check and a walk-through scanner at the doorway. As expected, everything cleared, and just like that the infamous Mr. Clean was in.
The hallway was lavish, lit by a glamorous chandelier in the middle. The once distant sounds of laughter, chatter, and music were overbearing now. It was a big event. Alexander wasn't the one to mingle with the high class and he never realized there could be so many of them in one place. A part of him just wanted to blow the entire place up but he knew better than to give into his urges. He was created by a member of the staff and offered a welcome drink; a champagne flute with the finest that money could buy. For a minute the glamour and high society antics around him, made him dissociate. He looked the part, walked the part, and acted the part but mentally he was lost. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. "You need to find Inagawa, now that we're in." The voice through his earpiece broke the momentary phasing out he was experiencing. "Right," he whispered and took a few sips of the drink in his hand, and began to walk around. Instinctively he aimed for the open bar at the back of the hall, a good place to do some reconnaissance without looking suspicious. He might even be able to ask the bartender the whereabouts of the host. Distractions were everywhere, from the salaciously dressed women of the city's upper class to the dangerous men with crooked money. Both spectrums graced this event.
Alexander drove down the driveway slowly, trying to get a good look at the premises and the security situation. The front gardens were being patrolled by a team with guard dogs and it seemed that if anything went wrong, capture was inevitable. "You were right ARIS, security is beefed up. Log in everything you see."
"Affirmative," a monotone voice rang through the device in his ear.
At the large parking, the distant sounds of guests chattering and laughing with the backdrop of live music could be heard. Knowing Inagawa's tastes, he must've hired the finest management, catering staff, and orchestra for tonight. Alexander got out of his car and strode towards the mansion's entrance. His face carried a small smirk as excitement coursed through his veins. He was unarmed in a dangerous and unfamiliar situation. A lot could go wrong yet the risk of it all was pumping adrenaline through him. Deep down he was secretly praying for something to go wrong and land him in a life-threatening situation. A situation where he could gamble his life and win. There was one more security check and a walk-through scanner at the doorway. As expected, everything cleared, and just like that the infamous Mr. Clean was in.
The hallway was lavish, lit by a glamorous chandelier in the middle. The once distant sounds of laughter, chatter, and music were overbearing now. It was a big event. Alexander wasn't the one to mingle with the high class and he never realized there could be so many of them in one place. A part of him just wanted to blow the entire place up but he knew better than to give into his urges. He was created by a member of the staff and offered a welcome drink; a champagne flute with the finest that money could buy. For a minute the glamour and high society antics around him, made him dissociate. He looked the part, walked the part, and acted the part but mentally he was lost. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. "You need to find Inagawa, now that we're in." The voice through his earpiece broke the momentary phasing out he was experiencing. "Right," he whispered and took a few sips of the drink in his hand, and began to walk around. Instinctively he aimed for the open bar at the back of the hall, a good place to do some reconnaissance without looking suspicious. He might even be able to ask the bartender the whereabouts of the host. Distractions were everywhere, from the salaciously dressed women of the city's upper class to the dangerous men with crooked money. Both spectrums graced this event.
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